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sourwolf-sterek32 · 26 days

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Idiotic Hero

Summary: Nikki Sixx chooses a random fan from the crowd to come on stage and it happens to be you. But what happens when a person with a knife pushes through security and runs straight towards you both?

Pairings: Nikki Sixx x Reader, Mötley Crüe & Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings- language, blood, serious injury, mentions of past drug & alcohol abuse

Part 1

The World Tour: Mötley Crüe and Def Leppard.

It was actually happening. Eight years since Mötley Crüe's 'final tour' in 2015 and they were back performing live not just in front of crowds on a stage but in front of tens of thousands of fans in stadiums all across the world.

You couldn't stop pinching yourself as you leant against the barricade in the front row of their concert. How you even managed to get such great tickets was a question you still couldn't answer but you were so incredibly happy.

Growing up your father raised you on rock music. Mötley Crüe, Aerosmith, AC/DC, Guns 'N Roses, Bon Jovi, Alice Cooper, the list was basically infinite.

There was no shortage of rock music in your childhood house. Your father was the one who introduced you to Mötley Crüe, but little five-year-old you had no idea how far your obsession and hyper-fixation with this band would go.

From listening to Girls Girls Girls in the back of your father's truck on the way to school to blasting Kickstart My Heart many years later while driving home from your dead-end job. Mötley Crüe was your favourite band. As a child you enjoyed their music, blissfully unaware of the meaning behind some of their songs as you shouted the lyrics from the backseat. But despite liking their music at a young age, you never became a full-on fan or Crüehead until you were older.

Now, you understood the meaning behind their songs and lyrics... some quite questionable (yes, I'm looking at you All In The Name Of...) but they were still great songs that resonated deeply within you. Now you were older you were able to properly appreciate the music. Most of Mötley Crüe's songs were close to your heart. Afraid and Home Sweet Home more so than any others.

Being able to see them live in person was something you were still struggling to comprehend. Even now as you stood in front of the barricade staring at the empty stage in front of you waiting for the concert to start, it was still unimaginable. It felt as if you were dreaming. And you feared that your alarm clock would wake you up any minute. But that annoying ringtone never rang, instead loud emergency buzzing started as the large screens either side of the stage lit up with the words;

'NATIONAL ALERT Primary Entry Point System Issued an Emergency Action Notification'

If you hadn't been so obsessed with this band, you might have been worried reading those words and hearing the emergency alarm. But you had already seen YouTube videos of their World Tour concerts and knew the show was about to get wild. Literally.

The guitar intro for Wild Side started shortly after and you stood there mouth agape in awe as John 5, Mötley's new guitarist, appeared out of nowhere shredding on his guitar.

Many hated John 5 simply because of the fact he was standing where Mick Mars used to be. And yeah, you understood that. Mick Mars is an absolute beast with a guitar, but John 5 was a damn good guitarist too. From playing with Rob Zombie and Marilyn Manson, John 5 had the experience and the skill to continue on Mick's legacy with Mötley Crüe. And he was proving that right before your eyes.

Suddenly drums joined in with the guitar and your head snapped to the left in shock to find Tommy Lee sitting behind his drum kit. You had been so focused on John 5 in his long white coat you didn't even notice Tommy sneaking up on stage and by the screams coming from the mass crowd behind you, nobody else did either.

Then Nikki Sixx and Vince Neil rushed out from the side onto the stage, and you began screaming in pure happiness with the crowd.

This was real.

Mötley Crüe were here. They were right in front of you.

Holy fucking shit.

It was actually happening.

Your internal freak out was cut short when Vince began to scream those first words and suddenly everything else around you faded away as you got sucked into the music.

All your life issues and problems outside of this stadium vanished. All the stress and pressure from work, gone. Nothing else mattered in this moment as you stared at the band, at the four men on stage who meant everything to you.

"How you guys doing tonight?!" Vince shouted through the microphone after finishing Wild Side and Shout At The Devil. Hewalked up to the front of the stage staring out at the crowd who all cheered and screamed in response. "Now tell me, who likes to listen to the old shit?"

The crowd went ballistic and you right along with them as you screamed up at Vince who was smirking at the fans. Vince Neil was a showman. He loved performing and putting on a show for everyone. This was what he was born to do and even now at 62 years of age, he was still rocking it.

"How about something from the first album?" He asked and the crowd cheered so loudly it hurt your ears and Vince grinned turning back to his bandmates. "Let's do it!"

John 5 suddenly unleashed on his guitar, Tommy joining in with his drums and you grinned ear to ear recognising Too Fast For Love instantly.

Don't Go Away Mad Live Wire Looks That Kill The Dirt

Song after song and you were in pure bliss listening to them play while screaming along with Vince to the words. And when Tommy sat down behind the piano that got wheeled onto stage, tears were burning in your eyes before the song even started.

Home Sweet Home.

This song meant so much to you. After moving out of home young for your career and living over eight hours away from your friends and family this song hit you harder than any other.

You knew there was a chance you'd tear up during this song, but after the first few words "you know I'm a dreamer" you were done for. Silent tears trickled down your face as you sung the words that meant so much to you.

Nikki walked around the back of the piano patting Tommy's shoulder before he stood at the edge of stage right in front of you. His eyes scanned over the crowd in amazement. Even after 40+ years of touring you could tell that Nikki never took this for granted as he stared out at his fans in genuine happiness.

"But my heart's of gold I had to run away high So I wouldn't come home low"

Nikki placed his hand over his inner elbow while Vince sang which only made you cry harder knowing all about his battle with heroin that had killed him back in 1987. You briefly thought back to his book The Heroin Diaries and all the pain and suffering inside those pages. Nikki had been through so much shit yet overcame his drug and alcohol addictions and was now living his best life. 22 years sober. You were so incredibly proud of him.

Suddenly, as if Nikki could somehow sense your thoughts his head turned, and his beautiful smoky eyes locked with yours.

"Take me to your heart." You sang in tune with Vince as Nikki placed his hand over his heart while maintaining eye contact.

You continued to sing the lyrics. Nikkis smile widening with each word. Tears were still trickling down your face, but you didn't wipe them away as you sang, and he eventually turned his attention away leaving you standing there feeling breathless.

Now that your eyes weren't locked with the bassist you took a moment to turn and look at the crowd yourself. Lights from phones illuminated the entire stadium. You stood there with wide eyes watching all the lights going round and round in tune with the beat while Vince sung his heart out.

After Home Sweet Home they got into Smokin' In The Boys Room. It was amazing.

As they continued through the songs, you occasionally caught Nikki looking at you. Sometimes briefly, just one flash of his beautiful smoky eyes before he was looking away again. But sometimes he'd hold your gaze for a few moments while he strummed away on his bass, and you sang the words to each and every song with so much passion and enthusiasm.

Nikki probably thought you were crazy. You knew every word to every song and hell, you were even sporting his signature black war stripes on your cheeks that matched his own identically.

"I wanna introduce you to somebody who's up here." Vince suddenly said through the microphone. "He's my brother. He's a badass. And he's a bass player. Give it up for Mr. Nikki Sixx!" Vince shouted pointing at the bassist in question who began walking to the front of the stage his bass no longer strapped around his shoulder.

Nikki and Vince fist bumped as they walked past each other. The singer disappeared off stage for a drink break with the rest of the band leaving Nikki alone on stage as he walked up to the microphone pole.

"Well, how the fuck are you guys doing?" Nikki called out speaking for the first time. "Anyone wanna come up here on stage with me?"

Your heart thundered in your chest like a drum as Nikki's eyes scanned the crowd before locking with yours. Then your heart quite literally stopped and all you could do was stare right back at him as he pointed at you and curled his finger up in a come here motion.

"Get that beautiful girl up here." Nikki ordered his gaze holding yours for a moment before he turned back to the rest of the crowd and continued to talk about the tour.

If someone held a gun to your head and told you to repeat what Nikki was now talking about. You'd be dead because you were not listening to a word the bassist was saying anymore as blood rushed in your ears. All you could focus on was the security guard walking over to you as you shakily began climbing over the barricade.

The guard helped you over safely before guiding you around to the side of stage and pointed at the stairs without a word.

Wait, were you meant to just walk up the stairs onto the stage? Did Nikki want you up there now? Oh, God you were panicking and overthinking this.

"I saw you singing every word to every song. Come up here." Nikki's voice cut through your internal panic as he appeared at the top of the stairs and held his hand out towards you.

Sucking in a deep breath trying to calm your nerves, you took Nikki's hand and climbed onto stage. And holy fuck there were a lot of people in that crowd. It was a never-ending sea of fans packed into the stadium and all of them were staring at you and Nikki.

"It's okay. Don't be nervous, sweetheart." Nikki whispered lowering the microphone so nobody else could hear him. "What's your name?"

"Y/N."

He smiled, "pretty name. It suits you."

You couldn't stop the small smile from spreading across your face at his compliment as you ducked your head feeling your cheeks blushing.

"It's fans like you guys that make all this possible." Nikki began to say into the microphone before he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side. "And if you'll have us, we will be back soon I promise you that!"

The crowd erupted in applause and screams causing you to flinch not expecting it. Nikki's arm tightened around you ever so slightly noticing your reaction. He continued to talk to the crowd while holding you against his side. You allowed yourself to relax in his hold and leant into his touch getting memorised by his musky cologne.

It was hard to believe Nikki Sixx was 64. He still ran around on stage with his bass like he did back in the 80s. Well, maybe not as much. Nikki did used to drink Jack Daniels straight from the bottle and roll around on stage back in the day. His beard and hair were obviously dyed now, but he looked damn good for his age. The thick muscular arm holding onto you was enough proof to say that Nikki Sixx aged like fine wine. He was only getting better and better as the years passed.

"I have a very important question for you." Nikki began to say, and you tilted your head up surprised to find him looking right back at you.

Oh, he wasn't talking to the crowd anymore. He was talking straight to you.

His face was so close to yours you could smell a hint of mint on his breath. It was strangely refreshing.

You bit your lip nervously and nodded staring into his beautiful sea green eyes awaiting his question anxiously.

"What song would you like us to play next? It's your choice."

Oh my God.

The crowd all started shouting song names that you couldn't quite decipher as you held Nikki's gaze. He was smirking like he could see you suddenly panicking because despite the fact that you knew every single one of their songs from all the albums, you were coming up blank.

Nothing.

Not one song title was coming to mind.

"Give us a song we haven't played in years!" A familiar voice called out causing the crowd to cheer.

You glanced over your shoulder to find Tommy Lee strolling back onto stage with his drum sticks in his hands. God, he had aged like fine wine too.

Then Vince Neil and John 5 began to make their way back on the stage. Hell, all of Mötley Crüe had aged like fine wine, who were you kidding? John 5 was younger than the others but still looked fantastic in his 50s. Vince always copped so much hate on social media due to his weight gain, but fuck those haters because Vince Neil looked damn good for his age. And he had lost a significant amount of weight since their last tour back in 2015.

Mötley Crüe's good looks were not helping your sudden internal freak out though as you turned your head back to Nikki who was smiling at you like he knew what was running through your head.

"Afraid from Generation Swine or Knock 'Em Dead Kid from Too Fast For Love. You can pick which one you like better." You hurriedly answered the second your brain decided to actually function.

You were honoured to be able to choose the next song, but was worried that you'd pick a song the guys wouldn't like or a song that you couldn't remember very well. At least this way the four of them could decide which one they wanted to play themselves.

Nikki grinned, "I knew I picked you for a reason. You're clearly a fan. I like you."

Hearing those words coming from Nikki Sixx himself was something you didn't know you needed to hear. Your heart fluttered as you smiled at him but didn't dare trust yourself to speak fearing you'd either stutter your words and make a fool of yourself or just start bawling your eyes out from happiness.

"Fuck yeah! You have no idea how many people just pick the popular songs. It's boring." Vince's voice piped up through his own microphone.

"Why don't we play both?" John suggested.

Nikki glanced back down at you and opened his mouth to speak but then the crowd suddenly started shouting snapping his attention away from you abruptly.

The shouting from the crowd didn't sound right though. And by the way Nikki's body had turned tense on alert beside you, you knew something was wrong.

The fans in the crowd closest to the stage were all yelling and pointing at something behind you. Nikki quickly turned, his arm slipping from your shoulder as you spun around and that's when you saw the stranger running on stage.

Vince and John quickly backed away while security swarmed the area frantically trying to climb up onto the stage to stop the unknown man. Nikki raised his arm in front of your body almost protectively as the man turned towards you both with a crazed look in his eye.

Suddenly, he bolted straight towards you. But he wasn't looking at you. His wide eyes were zeroed in on one thing and one thing only, Nikki Sixx.

Security were hot on his tail. But the man was fast. Too fast. Then, he reached into his jacket pocket, and you saw a flash of a silver blade.

In a split second you realised two things; one, security weren't going to stop this crazy man in time and two, he had a knife and he was heading straight for Nikki.

Without thinking you pushed the bassist to the side not expecting your own sudden strength as Nikki fell off the side of the stage. But you didn't have time to worry if he was okay or not because the next thing you knew the crazy man crashed straight into you instead of his intended target.

You stumbled back a few steps at the impact but managed to keep your feet before shoving him off you. That was all the time security needed before they grabbed the crazy man who instantly started thrashing like a wild animal in their grip.

The crowd around you had turned eerily silent as they watched security struggling to contain the intruder. More guards jumped onto the stage to assist and eventually the group of them managed to get the man under control and began escorting him off stage.

Your heartbeat was skyrocketing. Body shaking with adrenaline as you breathed heavily watching the man still trying to fight the guards.

Wait, Nikki.

As if on cue, the bassist appeared out of nowhere after lifting himself up the side of the stage with a grunt before limping over to you. Guilt instantly washed over you because he was favouring his right foot and it clearly hurt.

"I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" You hurriedly questioned rushing over to him on instinct as you looked down at his boot worriedly.

"Am I okay? Are you?" He questioned in shock his eyes raking over your body looking for any signs of injury.

But then his face drained of all colour and his eyes paused over your midsection and widen into saucers.

You frowned and followed his line of sight and had to do a double take when you saw the knife sticking out your lower abdomen.

The man stabbed you.

How the hell did you not notice that?

Suddenly, it was as if a switch had been flipped and the adrenaline soaring through your veins began to subside and that's when the pain started. White hot pain radiated through your body like a fire burning from within.

"Oh fuck." Nikki swore under his breath.

Without thinking, you reached down with shaky fingers and grabbed the handle of the knife.

"Wait, don't-"

You yanked the blade out before Nikki could finish that sentence.

It hurt. You needed to get it out. But that did nothing to stop the pain though. If anything, it hurt more causing you to cry out as the blade slipped from your now bloodied fingers and fell to the floor of the stage.

Blood began to pour from the open wound like a dam bursting. Oh, that was a bad idea. That was a really bad idea.

You quickly covered the wound with your hand knowing you needed to keep pressure on it to slow the bleeding, but warm red liquid was already oozing out from between your fingers, staining your shirt and dripping down your pants.

The crowd was silent as the thousands of fans watched on in pure shock. Mötley Crüe concerts were never quiet. Even between songs the crowd were up and around cheering and screaming, but not tonight. Nobody moved. Nobody dared to speak as they all stared at you in the middle of the stage.

Everything around you started to turn blurry as you took a staggering step back. Your legs buckling from underneath you but before you hit the ground, Nikki's strong hands were on you. Gently he eased your body down onto the floor moving slowly not wanting to hurt you further as he laid you down.

Suddenly his hands were removing yours from the wound so he could take in the damage but clearly didn't like what he saw as he cursed under his breath. His hands quickly pressed down against the stab wound on your stomach causing you to whimper at the pain it caused.

"I know. I know. I'm sorry. I need to keep pressure on it. I'm sorry." Nikki apologised, his sea green eyes filled with so much panic as he looked over his shoulder. "We need a medic!"

"We need a medic on stage!" Vince's voice repeated through a microphone loudly.

Nikki frantically pulled out the bandana from his back pocket and bundled it up before pressing the material against the wound. But the once blue and white fabric soon turned a dark crimson.

"Shit. Shit. Where's the medic?!" Nikki shouted desperately.

Vince suddenly appeared over his shoulder unsure what was going on but when he saw all the blood his face paled. The singer frantically ripped off his scarf and knelt beside Nikki pressing it down against the blood-soaked bandana causing you to wince at the pain.

"Fuck. What happened? Did he stab her?" Vince questioned taking in all the blood.

"He wanted to stab me. But she stopped him." Nikki muttered angrily through gritted teeth. "Where's the fucking medic?"

You glanced to the side just in time to see John 5 dropping his guitar and running off stage to find a medic as Tommy sprinted over but froze when he realised what was happening.

"I'm sorry." You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Shh. It's okay, save your energy. You're gonna be fine, okay? You're gonna be fine." Nikki reassured, but you weren't sure if he was trying to reassure you or himself.

"Get that fucking camera out of here!" Tommy's voice boomed in the background somewhere, but everything was starting to spin as your eyes fluttered shut.

"Hey. No, no, no, wake up. Y/N, sweetheart, open your eyes." Nikkis voice begged before a hand suddenly cupped the side of your face and you forced your eyes open to find Nikki's panicked green one's looking straight at you. "Stay awake, you hear me? Stay awake."

"Sixx, it's not stopping." Vince warned grimacing at the now blood-soaked scarf he was still using as a makeshift bandage over the wound.

"Damnit." Nikki hissed, pushing his hand down harder in attempt to stem the blood flow causing you to groan in agony. "Sorry. Sorry. I know it hurts. I'm sorry."

"Just hold on a little longer, kid." Vince instructed while frantically looking around for the medic.

"There-there are worst ways to die." You winced, your tired eyes flicking between Nikki and Vince before Tommy dropped to his knees on your other side. His shaking hands hovered over your stomach not sure what to do to help as he stared at you helplessly terrified. "Dying with... with Mötley Crüe by my side ain't a bad way to-to go out."

"No." Nikki shook his head. "You're not dying. Not on my watch."

"It's okay." You whispered, his bloodied hand still cupping your face.

"It's not okay. Nothing about this is okay. Fuck! You shouldn't have pushed me out the way-"

"It doesn't hurt anymore. It's okay." Your voice was becoming weaker as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

"Shit." Vince swore knowing that was bad.

The guys all looked around at each other their fearful panicked expressions matching. They didn't know what else to do and you were fading fast.

"Over here!" John 5 shouted sprinting back onto the stage with two paramedics hot on his tail. "She was stabbed and- fuck, that's a lot of blood."

The last thing you saw was Tommy and Vince trying to pull Nikki away from you as paramedics rushed over before everything faded into darkness.

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A/N: I am writing this purely for myself and if anyone else happens to read and like it, then that's a bonus. The first part of this fic was based on my own personal experience during their concert last year but obviously everything after going on stage is completely made up.

If I was the girl he asked to go on stage I would either just start crying or pass out... maybe both.

#nikki sixx #motley crue #motley crue x reader #motley crue fanfiction #tommy lee #vince neil #john 5 #nikki sixx x reader #nikki sixx fanfiction #tommy lee x reader #tommy lee fanfic #pov #imagine #fanfic #80s rock #80s music #glam rock

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the-90s-music-colosseum · 5 months

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Round 4 Match 15

propaganda below the cut! (massive wall of text warning)

Tracy Chapman:

"I can’t think of anything clever to say because I’m too busy sighing dreamily"

"GUYS ITS FUCKING TRACY CHAPMAN VOTE FOR HER OR ELSE ILL EAT PLAYDOUGH"

"Tracy Chapman made the best song of all time (fast car)"

"ik im the hope sandoval guy but if hope doesn't make it tracy has to she made me realize i was a lesbian i just thought i was bi then i listened to her and now im a lesbian she is powerful she is strength if you looked at her and looked at my art you would see 20 years of inspiration from one single woman"

"she's too good to commit atrocities to me but im the gore guy and you aren't for that. i would let her take out my vocal chords and use them as floss. i would have her saw down my bones to make a vinyl of her music. i would go on all fours and let her slaughter me like a pig. i want to be her cat"

"The most powerful written and performed voice of the 90s. Everyone, of any nationality or belief system, could feel the words Tracy Chapman sang. She gets her dues but deserves even more."

Stephen Malkmus:

"i can't even stand stephen malkmus but there's a very special girl out there who needs this win"

"My perpetually stoned, nonsensical girlfriend...if we don't invent the time machine soon I might die. He's like 6 ft tall so unfortunately I'd be like one of those birds that ride on giraffes and eat bugs out of their fur. And then I'd die in a weed accident during the recording of Wowee Zowee? Before that though I'd spend 25 hrs a day in bed with him. Alright thanks"

"Stephen Malkmus chronically addicted to moaning and gasping in Pavement songs like he’s getting the best dicking down of his life in the back of the tour bus while everyone else is asleep"

"This is the indie-label match, right? Then it has to be Malkmus, he *made* the scene. And he's still releasing excellent music today. He's just the most influential rockstar of the 90s."

"my gay pavement fan uncle gets out of prison tonight and he knows you ratted him out in '06. the only way to make this right is to vote for stephen"

"Pretty please vote for him, my friend loves him and he really wants him to win"

""There were times he refused to speak to his bandmates, pulling a jacket over his head and referring to himself as "the little bitch"." I have also heard him refer to himself as a brat, a queen, a primadonna, a sociopath, and a narcissist. All of these descriptors have made me want to slam him against a wall and turn his neck fun new colors."

"I mean, Pavement is THEE indie band of the 90s. The lowkey snark, Koreaaaa, so much style that it's wasted. And Malkmus is an understated cool rockstar: the hair, the face, Silver Jews! He never ever sold out. He's the 90s."

"the most beautiful man ever he looks like a gorgeous fairytale prince. he has been hot since he emerged on the scene and continues to be so as their reunion tour comes to a close. stephen forever"

"we have to consider the autism swagger. find me a pavement write up that doesn’t spend three paragraphs waxing lyrical on his inability to make eye contact. find me a YouTube comment section that doesn’t have hoards of moms swooning over his flat affect. his refusal to wear anything more formal than a flannel for the first decade of his career? genuinely culturally influential. 30 glorious years of expressionless performances. sunglasses in the dark. so many straight men falling over themselves for him they made a joke about it in the Barbie movie. raw tbh sex appeal. and he’s got a great nose"

"he had a couple of unfortunate haircuts during this period but highkey i would break both of my arms to just be able to make out with him. please vote for SM my life is in danger if you don't"

#most attractive 90s musician #poll #polls #90s music #tournament #tracy chapman #stephen malkmus #pavement

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galexystern · 9 months

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i can see you (foolish one) - 18+

pairing; eddie munson/fem!reader

rating; E

warnings; smut (MDNI), fluff, angst, casual sex, no strings attached, jealousy, oral sex, cunnilingus, blowjob, p in v sex, fingering, porn with plot, porn with feelings, honestly more feelings than porn sorry

word count; 10.6k

desc; as the opener on corroded coffin's world tour, you and eddie start a casual relationship. but can you keep your feelings from getting in the way? songfic of taylor swift's "i can see you" and "foolish one"

a/n; loosely inspired by cinemamunson's "you give love a bad name" ♥ edited 10/16/23

read on ao3 / masterlist

It was a dream come true. Being the opener on a national tour that stopped in every major city over the course of a year was all you'd been wishing for since you were seven years old and picked up your first guitar. Everything about it was exciting: the bus, the fans, even the paparazzi that surrounded every door you came in and out of. To be fair, they weren't exactly waiting for you, but you were there too, so it was almost the same thing in your mind.

There was just one problem...and here it comes now.

"Alright, princess?" Rockstar, guitarist extraordinaire, and overall heartthrob Eddie Munson says as he passes you coming offstage. "Crowd ready for us?"

As mentioned, the lead singer and guitarist for the tour's headliner is the problem. It's not because he's rude, or crass, or insulting. He's never touched you inappropriately or said anything untoward. He treats everyone around him with respect and gets concerned about the smallest things that could be affecting his crew. He's generous, kind, and sweet.

That's the problem—he's the ultimate dreamboat. You're falling under his spell like all the other girls he comes into contact with. You'd really wanted to hate him, only because you'd had a crush on him before this tour even started, ever since you'd become a fan of Corroded Coffin, and you were hoping he'd have that typical rockstar bad attitude that would erase that crush from existence. Instead, he's the ideal man and your feelings have only grown.

You nod, feeling exhilarated yet again from another electric opening set. "Oh, they're ready."

"Bring it on." His smile dazzles you. "Great set by the way."

"Thanks," you breathe out, and he winks before he and the other members of Corroded Coffin walk onstage to deafening screams. Someone hands you a water bottle and you guzzle it down, trying to get your breath back from both the set and Eddie's wink.

Oh, there is one more issue: the flirting.

Even if he deserves all the hype and love he gets on a daily basis, you'd been sure that he wouldn't give you the time of day. Sure, his band had picked you to be their opener, which is a pretty great indicator they like you, but that could just be your music. It complements theirs and they'd wanted to make sure a female artist got the opportunity over another "stupid male diva," as they'd said in their initial meeting with you. But that didn't mean that the members would actually pay attention or talk to you in any way. You kind of thought they'd ignore you and your crush would slowly fade over time.

Instead, the band has made sure you've become their friend...and Eddie has been flirting on-and-off with you since the beginning.

That meeting you'd had with the band and your managers had revealed an initial spark between you two that has just been fanned into a raging fire by winks, smirks, cheesy pick-up lines, and dirty jokes. You can't help it; he makes it easy to talk with him, easy to return his flirting. In fact, you're never been more comfortable than when you're with him, in whatever capacity—lounging, eating, warming up. And you're with him more often than not, since the band seemingly love having you around and seek you out whenever they can. He even attends your sound checks and always makes sure to watch your opening set, despite surely having better things to do, or at least things his management would like him to be doing instead. But he ignores them, all so he can compliment you after every show.

Okay, he probably doesn't do it just to compliment you. But he is always there, because he's somehow the most amazing guy ever created.

All this runs through your head as you watch Corroded Coffin's set from backstage, hydrating and bouncing your head to the rhythm of their catchy songs. You'd always loved their stuff, and now you can hear them in person every night. Like you'd said—dream come true.

Eddie turns his head after finishing a verse and locks eyes with you. He gives you another wink and a brilliant smile before diving into the chorus with the rest of the band. You sigh dreamily.

Fuck.

;

"You think we're alone in the universe?"

You shake your head vehemently to Gareth's question as you chew the last dregs of your potato chips. Eddie raises an eyebrow at your response and you hold up a finger so you can swallow. They all wait patiently.

You're having a late, unhealthy dinner with Corroded Coffin as you speed towards the next scheduled city. You'd been forced to go right after the show due to the location's distance and earlier-than-usual sound check tomorrow. You're all lounging on the couches, having devoured In-N-Out and a whole bunch of vending machine snacks, which management had given you as consolation for the long trip. It's dark and quiet for the most part, the only light emerging when you pass street lamps. They shine across Eddie's face, across from you, highlighting his plump lips and intense eyes, and make the silver rings on his hands shine brightly.

"We can't be," you finally reply, crumpling your bag and tossing it into one of the empty takeout bags. When you make it, Jeff gives you a high-five. "In our entire universe? Nah, there's gotta be aliens out there."

Eddie smirks, and it makes butterflies go off in your stomach. But Grant is the one who speaks. "Then why haven't they communicated with us?"

Jeff beats you to it. "Have you met us? Who would want to meet us?"

Everyone laughs. "Exactly," you say after a giggle. "We're not ready yet."

"When will we be ready?" Eddie muses, still staring at you. Speechless, you just shrug.

"We've yet to reach warp capabilities," Grant points out.

"And, without warp, we can't reach warp 10 and turn into giant lizards as the evolution of the human race," you add, and Eddie snorts unexpectedly. You smile at him and he shakes his head.

"Good reference," Jeff commends and you incline your head in acknowledgement.

"You sure you don't wanna join our D&D campaign, angel?" Eddie teases, bringing up a topic he's been nagging you about endlessly. You'd been refusing his offers to join their group for a while now. It's not that you wouldn't be into it—you'd never played before, but it didn't seem hard, and you do like fantasy—but more that it'd just be more Eddie, and you're not sure your emotions can handle even more time in his presence.

You shake your head no. "You know I'm a sci-fi girl at heart."

Eddie waves a hand. "Same thing."

"They are not!" You laugh. It's a familiar argument, and he grins at your response.

The bus slows and exits the highway, pausing your conversation. You all fall silent, looking out the windows at the city's lights as you approach your hotel for the night. Exhaustion finally sinks in and you yawn, looking forward to a nice, cool bed that you can curl up in. All alone, you add as you catch Eddie's gaze and he gives you those bedroom eyes that make your thighs clench together.

You come to a stop in front of a nice hotel, thankfully void of reporters and fans—probably too late for them—and step out into the breezy night air. You trudge into the lobby, dead on your feet, and wait for someone to check in and hand you door keys. Taking yours, you follow the boys into the elevator and ride up with them. Down the hallway you stop first, and they wave at you before continuing. You watch them stop at two doors, Jeff and Grant going into one and Gareth going into another. Eddie pauses at the threshold.

You can see him waiting down the hall from you, and as he looks back at you, you have a vision of him up against the wall with you, holding you up as he sucks marks into your neck and you hold him closer with your hands in his hair and your legs around his waist, his hands digging into your ass and his crotch thrusting against you. You flush at the fantasy and blink a few times to get rid of it. You fall back into the present to see Eddie smirking at you now. He cheekily salutes you before disappearing into his room.

You dart into your own and close the door quickly. Taking deep breaths, you try to calm your racing heart. You feel wet and hot and bothered. There's only two solutions: get off or take a shower. Briefly imagining touching yourself with Eddie just down the hall, moaning his name so he might be able to hear it, you eventually shake your head and head for the bathroom.

;

A few days later, in yet another city after yet another fantastic show, someone suggests going out to a bar. You're all down, and while it does take an hour or so for management to find and approve a venue protection-wise, it gives you time to get all dolled up. You dress up for your sets of course, but now you really go in with your makeup and hair, knowing you won't get all messed up and sweaty. You also choose a good outfit you'd never wear onstage, because you like to breathe and walk while performing. You know your heels might give you blisters but you think it'll be worth it.

And it is, when you step out of the elevator and Eddie sucks in a breath through his teeth as his eyes rove over your face and body. You will back a blush but can't stop your underwear from going damp when you see the desire written across his expression.

"Wow, you look great!" Jeff exclaims. The rest of the boys echo him, Eddie a little belatedly.

"Thank you," you giggle, curtseying a little bit.

Security then comes over and herds you all through the doors and into a black SUV. The boys let you go first, and Eddie stretches out his hand to help you up, which you take gratefully. You settle in the back and, you're surprised and nervous when Eddie follows and sits next to you. Jeff and Grant sit in the middle and Gareth up front with the driver. The car leaves the parking lot behind the first SUV, which holds at least four security personnel.

In the dark of the backseat, you try to keep your heart from bursting out of your chest. Eddie doesn't look at or talk to you, staring out the window instead. But his hand is perilously close to your thigh and inching closer. You keep glancing at it as it nears you, keeping your own hands balled in your lap.

Eventually his fingertip brushes your skin and you let out a quiet exhale. He turns to you then, and though you can barely see him, you can tell his eyes are half-lidded and hungry. His hand keeps going, and his palm slides up the side of your thigh to stop on top of it. He rests it there gently, letting you push him away, but you wouldn't dare. His touch is electrifying and sending shivers down your body. You're sure he can feel the goosebumps that flare across your thigh.

He clenches the fat of your thigh in his grip tightly and you jolt. But it's not from his hand; the car is stopping abruptly. You and Eddie both look out the window and see you're parked in front of a seedy bar somewhere downtown. Jeff and Grant are already climbing out.

When they pull the seat down, Eddie has his hand to himself again. You're positive there's a handprint left on your thigh from the burn his touch left inside you, but when you look down, it's perfectly clear. You take a deep breath and slide out of the car slowly, again taking Eddie's outstretched hand to help you down. Neither of you move once you're safely on the ground, gazing at each other with just the tiniest bit of space between you.

Then someone is slamming their door closed and Eddie is stepping away and your hand is being dropped. Eddie strolls into the establishment with Gareth, not looking back at you, and you stare at them leaving blankly. A security guard motions for you to go as well, and so you stalk after them. If that's how he wants to play it after that car ride, you're game.

You breeze in like nothing is wrong, keeping your face neutral. You walk straight up to the bar and order a tequila shot, throwing it back as soon as it's in front of you. When asked for payment, you tell them coolly that you're with the band and order a gin and tonic. They hop to it, already knowing Corroded Coffin is there, and you must be with them if you do too. Seconds later, you're given the drink and you thank them before spinning around and surveying the scene.

There's a bit of a dance floor, moderately filled. Rock is being played through speakers and people are grinding against each other; it's exactly what you wanted to see. You suck down the rest of your cocktail, feeling that pleasant buzz that comes with tipsiness, and then weave through the crowd. You search out a good spot and find one with the added bonus of a cute guy, dancing alone.

You strut up to him and let him take you in—his eyes go wide and he gulps—before asking, "Wanna dance?"

He nods immediately and you step closer to him, resting your arms around his neck and waiting for him to place his around your waist before starting to move. He matches your tempo well and you two sway together as the music plays. You hum along to the familiar melody—it's automatic.

A couple of songs pass, and your mystery partner asks, "Can I kiss you?"

You nod in response, so he dips forward and catches your lips with his. It's okay—not enough pressure, too much spit—but it's a good distraction, so you let it keep going. You make out for a few minutes, quality not really getting better but not worse, but then someone is tapping you on the shoulder. You break from the kiss and look over your shoulder to find Grant behind you. He has an apologetic expression.

"We're leaving," he shouts.

"We just got here!" You reply.

Grant just shrugs. "You have to come with us." At your raised eyebrow, he continues, "Security said so."

You roll your eyes and turn back to your make-out partner, telling him you have to go. He asks for your number but you shake your head. "I had fun!" You say to his bewildered face before whirling around and stomping out of the bar. The boys are already in the car, so you slide into the passenger seat.

As the SUV glides away from the curb, you look into the back and ask a silent question to Jeff, who's sitting behind you. He shrugs and points to the very back, where you spot Eddie, jaw clenched and seething, staring out the window moodily.

You turn back around with a huff and let your annoyance fester as you drive back to the hotel. Once you've arrived, you hop out and go inside before the boys can even get out, and the elevator doors close as they're walking across the lobby. Before they shut completely, you glimpse Eddie's face: dark, unhappy, and...a little jealous?

On the tenth floor, you walk quickly to your room, get in, and shut the door behind you. You listen as the boys pass by, and then as their own doors close, breathe out a sigh of relief.

But you relax too soon. A minute later, there's a knock on your door.

You start to open it slowly, but it swings ajar and Eddie storms in angrily. You look into the hallway but it's empty; Eddie is alone. You close the door, turning around and resting against it, and stare at him. He's pacing the floor with his hands balled into fists.

You think about being nice but the irritation of being forced to leave the bar early is still inside you, so instead you sneer, "Who died and made you the prince of darkness?"

At your voice, he whips his head to you and you're frozen in place by his heated stare. Then he stalks towards you until he's almost flush against you, and slams his hands on the door on either side of your head. You couldn't move if you wanted to, and you definitely don't.

"Think you're funny, angel?" He asks lowly, and your underwear grows embarrassingly wetter.

"I think I'm hilarious," you shoot back lightly.

He bares his teeth in a wicked grin. "Oh, so you know what you were doing?" He places a leg in between yours and presses it against your clothed cunt. It's a delicious pressure, but you don't give him the satisfaction of grinding against it.

"Yeah," you retort, "I was dancing."

"And kissing," he spits out.

"What's it to you?" You arch an eyebrow. When he doesn't reply, just keeps gazing at you with fiery eyes, you smirk. "Oh...was the great Eddie Munson jealous?" He scoffs, but you can see his Adam's apple move with his slow swallow. "You were!" You say triumphantly.

"So what if I was?" He taunts. "What would you do about it?"

Now you swallow. "I don't know."

"I do." He moves impossibly closer, his mouth just hairs away from yours.

"But we've kept everything professional," you breathe.

"Something changed," he replies simply, his tongue darting out to lick his lips and just barely brushing against yours. You meet his stare and find eyes filled with lust, desire, and yes, jealousy. He looks absolutely ravenous for you, and you're tired of pretending you don't feel the same.

So you smirk a little. "I like it." Then you surge up to kiss him.

He groans into your mouth, cupping your head in his hands to keep you from moving away. You clutch his waist tightly, making him dig his leg further against you. There's delicious friction against you and you thrust against his thigh to keep it going. He encourages it by grabbing your hips and helping you grind rhythmically. You slide your own hands up his toned arms, squeezing slightly, before wrapping them around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair.

His tongue forces your mouth open and dives inside, and you let him. It's only until you need precious oxygen that you break the kiss, and he immediately moves his lips down your neck, leaving wet, hot kisses in their wake.

"I saw us," you say deliriously. Eddie nips your skin with his teeth, and you understand it's a request for more, so you clarify, "I saw you up against the wall with me, like this."

He practically growls and sucks a deep mark, making you moan. When he leans back, he smiles wickedly. "I've been watching you for ages, sweetheart. You won't believe half the things I see inside my head."

Looking up at him, dazed, you have enough presence of mind to reply, "Wait till you see half the things that haven't happened yet."

His eyes darken further and he moves his leg away from you. Before you can whine, he's placing his hands on your thighs and lifting you, making you hook your legs around his waist. Then he carries you to the bed, turning so he's the one against it, and sits. The action makes you drop against his crotch and he groans at the pressure against his hard cock. You kiss him again to keep him quiet, but it just riles him up, making you keep thrusting into him, soaking your panties further.

You two make out for a few minutes, just exploring each other hungrily, before you pry your lips from his. He tries to chase after them and you giggle, which makes him open his eyes. Your breath hitches at the lust you see swimming in them, knowing yours match.

You tap his hands to let you go, but he shakes his head. "Come on," you coo, "I promise it'll be worth it." He reluctantly releases his grip and you slide from his lap to kneel on the floor. Looking up at him, trying to project innocence, you smile benevolently.

"Fuck me," he groans at the sight.

You pout. "Later. Right now, I'm trying to suck you." You pinch his jeans and command, "Off."

He scrambles to comply, unbuttoning and pushing them down his legs, including his boxers. Your gaze is magnetized to the large, rock-hard cock that bounces free and slaps against his shirt. He realizes how unsexy that must look, because he then pulls his shirt over his head. His dick smears pre-cum across his revealed abs, firm and beautiful.

You hum approvingly and smooth your hands up his thighs. He watches you, enraptured, as you get closer and finally run your fingertips along his length. You smirk at his shiver, sitting up on your knees and leaning forward, using your hand to bring his cock to your mouth and kitten-licking the tip. He just about chokes, and so you go further, sticking out your tongue and swirling it around the head. You moan at the taste of his pre-cum and he breathes shakily.

Done with teasing and ready to get on with the show, you then place your whole mouth around his cock and take it deep. "Shit, angel," Eddie swears. You look up at him—his head is thrown back and his hands are fisted in the comforter. It's intoxicating, the feeling of being able to destroy him so thoroughly, and so you indulge.

You suck his cock to the best of your ability, which must be pretty damn good based on the sounds he lets out. At one point, you grab his hand and maneuver it to rest on your head. He gets the hint and clutches your hair tightly. The pull makes you moan, and he jerks at the vibration on his cock. You let him take control, crossing your hands behind your back, and he slowly, gently, fucks himself into your mouth. You focus on your breathing, letting drool drip down his dick and your jaw. He doesn't look away from you and you don't look away from him.

Eventually, he pulls you off completely and you swallow the accumulated spit. He sighs shakily, running a hand through his hair. You grin at him, face shiny, and he pleads, "Come here, baby." You stand and step between his legs. He marvels at you. "You're so beautiful."

You duck your head in flattered embarrassment, but he grabs your chin and forces you to look back at him again. "I mean it," he insists. "Prettiest girl I ever saw."

You must be flaming red by now, but you smile. "Thank you," you whisper, voice barely there.

Eddie grins. "Wanna get my mouth on you, angel. That okay?"

You nod eagerly and he chuckles. He backs you up so he can stand, switches your positions, and helps you lay on the bed, climbing over you. You giggle when his hair tickles your face.

His fingers go to your dress's hem and you help him lift it over your head. You reach behind you and unclip your bra, letting it fall from your body. Eddie tosses it behind him, stare stuck on your newly revealed breasts. "Perfect," he breathes, before leaning down and kissing you again. It's soft this time, and doesn't last that long before he's moving down your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, to your tits. When he takes a nipple in his mouth and suckles it gently, you gasp.

With that, the mood switches back to urgent, and he presses harder. One hand wraps around your neglected nipple as his teeth come out to play and bite teasingly at your skin. You arch your back against him, digging your hands into his hair to keep him torturing you so exquisitely, and he eagerly obeys. When he switches sides, his hands disappear in between your bodies and deftly pull down your underwear, leaving you as bare as him.

You whine when he moves away from your tits, and he shoots you a cheeky grin. He slides down your body, pressing kisses anywhere he can reach. When he arrives at your cunt, he spreads your legs and delights in how you've reacted to his ministrations over the night.

"Baby girl is just weeping for me, isn't she?" He teases, swiping a finger through your lips to collect some wetness and bring it to his mouth. You watch with hazy eyes as he wraps his lips around it and sucks it clean, moaning at the taste. "Knew you would be so sweet, honey," he says. "Like a peach." He dips his head down again and you gasp as he noses against you deeply, tongue darting out but never staying in one place for too long.

"Eddie," you whimper, "stop teasing."

He looks up at you, lower half of his face soaked. "But teasing you is so much fun," he replies with a grin. "And you teased me all night."

"Didn't mean to," you insist softly.

He pouts. "No?" You shake your head.

"In that case..." He grips your thighs and spreads them further. He looks at you with a sinful smile and then leans down and presses his tongue against your cunt, making you moan. He licks fervently, quickly finding your clit and sucking it harshly. Your hips buck from the bed and his hands go to them to hold you down. He doesn't let you move as he torments you in the best way, truly at his mercy now. One hand moves from your waist and strokes between your lips, a warning before he pushes it inside slowly.

It feels amazing but not enough, so you beg, "More, please." He listens and adds another finger, thrusting them quicker and quicker, curling them to brush that spot inside you can never seem to reach by yourself. At the feeling, you keen, and feel him grin against you.

Your climax is almost upon you, pussy clenching around Eddie's fingers to let him know. He keeps going at his rapid pace, tongue lightning fast on your clit, and a minute later you're tensing as the waves crash over you. He continues his movements, letting it the pleasure hit over and over until you're twitching from overstimulation. Slowly, he comes to a stop and looks up at you.

"That was gorgeous, sweetheart," he says as he lazily brings his body up yours. "Gotta be inside you, though. Wanna see you do that again on my cock."

You nod, feeling his dick resting against your lower stomach. He leans over for his jeans, pulling out a condom and ripping it open with his teeth. He hisses as he slides it on, and rubs through your wetness to coat it.

"Ready, baby?" He asks sweetly.

"Yes," you sigh dreamily, and he lines up. Pushing inside gradually, letting you adjust to the feeling of his cock splitting you open so well, you moan in tandem when he bottoms out.

"Better than I imagined," Eddie groans. He pulls out and then thrusts back in, starting a quick pace, hitting that spongy place inside you that makes you mewl every time. He rests on his elbows above you and you wrap your legs around his waist so he can go even deeper. He catches your lips with his and swallows all your moans. The gentle kiss is a contrast to his hard thrusts, and you lose your mind just a little.

"Oh my god," you whine when he places his forehead against yours.

"Shouldn't you be praying to me?" Eddie teases, but you can hear how close he is to finishing in his voice, brings you closer to the edge too. Sensing this, he says, "Alright, baby. You gonna cum for me?"

You nod helplessly, words stuck in your throat.

"Good," he soothes. "Go ahead, honey. Wanna feel it."

You do as you're told and careen into the bliss of your second orgasm. You pulse around his cock and his hips stutter, pressing inside you as far as he can to feel how you squeeze around him as the waves keep going. "Such a good girl," he groans, and the extra tight clench his words produce make him cum too. You feel him spill inside you hotly, and you moan tiredly at the last burst of pleasure it gives you.

Eddie kisses you again, this one lazy and sloppy, soothing as he slips out of you. He stands, getting rid of the condom and padding to the bathroom to wet a washcloth. He brings it back and gently cleans you, the warm fabric making you shiver. "Here, darling," he says softly, and you slide under the covers he lifts for you to cuddle under. He tosses the washcloth away after cleaning himself and slips in next to you.

You hum happily as he brings you close, tucking your head under his chin and wrapping his arms around you. He drops a kiss on the crown of your head.

"Night, beautiful," he murmurs, and you snuggle against him, drifting off to sleep.

;

The next day, you're reading in your dressing room when there's a knock at the door. Expecting it to be your manager to escort you to your sound check, you're surprised to find Eddie on the other side instead. You stand aside so he can enter, and shut the door behind him. He turns to you, half-smiling.

"Hey," he says, kind of awkwardly. It's a bit endearing. "About last night..."

You swallow nervously and nod. You'd woken up this morning alone in bed, sunlight streaming through the open curtains. You'd tried not to feel disappointed, but as you relived the previous night in the shower, remembering how sweet and gentle and kind he'd been, you'd grown increasingly hopeful his leaving had nothing to do with keeping you a secret and everything to do with anything else. You hadn't seen him or the rest of the band all day, as they'd been at sound check and you hadn't wanted to ambush Eddie.

But now he's in front of you, and you're about to hear the verdict.

"Is it okay if we..." You raise your eyebrows optimistically. "...keep it on the down-low?"

Your heart falls into your stomach and you try not to let your face do the same. Words stuck in your throat, you just nod with what you hope is a confident smile. This isn't a surprise, you think, as he seems to sigh in relief and shoots you a grateful smile. This is not a big deal, you think, as he walks up and kisses you, molding his lips to yours. This is fine, you think, as he leans back to look at you.

"Wanna keep seeing you, though," he adds, and you hate how your heart jumps back up in hope.

"Me too," you croak out. He hesitates but eventually grins.

"Great! Glad we're on the same page."

"Same." You know the smile on your face is strained but you don't know how to fix it. Thankfully, you don't have to, because then there's another knock on the door. As your manager steps in, Eddie steps back quickly and perches on the table nonchalantly. You force your hand to stay by your side and not reach for him, make him come back.

"Sound check," your manager chirps, looking up from her phone.

You tear your eyes from Eddie and look at her. You give her a tight nod and she walks out, leaving the door open. Eddie follows her, brushing his fingertips against the back of your hand and whispering, "See you tonight?"

You look at him, into those chocolate eyes, and see nothing more than distant expectation. You nod, telling him what he wants to hear, and he smirks. With that, he strolls out, unbothered by how he'd just broken your heart.

No. He did not just break your heart. You're not in love with him. This was expected. Eddie Munson is an über-famous, absurdly well-known celebrity, and they all want no-strings-attached, casual relationships due to that fame. He doesn't want to have to worry about fans melting down, paparazzi asking questions, and what people will say in general. He doesn't want to have to deal with any reactions your relationship would garner, especially not during a world tour. He just wants to have some mind-blowing sex and let off steam.

You try to focus on how great that sex was, and that he wants to keep having it with you. You try to take comfort in that. It doesn't work super well, but it's what you have to do. The only way out is through. You will have some good times sleeping with each other, and then when the tour ends, you will go your separate ways.

It's delicate, you reassure yourself as you leave the room, but I will do my best to seem bulletproof.

;

You're not. As the days and weeks pass, and you and Eddie continue hooking up with no strings, you come to realize that painfully intimately.

He sneaks in and out of your hotel rooms under the cover of darkness, never saying goodbye, never leaving you with anything other than nicely sore legs and taking with him any traces of happiness you'd gotten while with him. And it's a lot—you realize way too soon that you're falling for him. He always takes care of you so sweetly when you have sex, and he's such a gentleman when he's alone with you, and he doesn't stop using those damned pet names even in public (though it is limited to princess and sweetheart). He asks you questions like he cares about the answers and still compliments your sets and sound checks.

It's this weird combination of torture and bliss. When you're together, it's like all you can see is each other, but when you add another person to the mix, he turns distant and indifferent. When you all go out drinking, he doesn't pay attention to you at the bar but unleashes a jealous possessiveness in private that always makes you think he's falling for you too. But he's always gone in the morning, without fail, without a word.

It would be so much easier if the sex wasn't so good. When he puts his mouth on you, it's like you're electrified from the inside out. When he's inside you, it's like he fits perfectly. And when he inevitably comes back for more, it's like you're helpless, unable to refuse, wanting him just one more time.

You've said "one more time" to yourself so many times it's too many to count. You keep telling yourself you'll break it off, stop your heart from fracturing each time—you're afraid it's going to shatter one of these days. But when he knocks on your door, and you open it to see him looking at you with those bedroom eyes and delectable lips, you can't stop yourself from hauling him in and kissing him soundly. He's like a drug. Like you're addicted.

Sometimes you catch yourself looking at him in public and thinking about revealing the secret. You imagine just walking up and kissing him in front of everyone. What would you do if I went to touch you now? You whisper to yourself as you pass each other in the hotel hallway and he winks just for you. But then he kisses you in private and you think, you know I won't ever tell—not if I can keep you like this, for as long as I can have you.

Then the tour comes to an end, and you go your separate ways.

You find yourself waiting by the phone, seeing if he'll call and you hate yourself for it, but you can't stop. It's your constant companion, your closest confidante. But it doesn't ring and doesn't ring and doesn't ring.

Life goes on around you, even though you don't go with it. Reviews of the tour come in and they're generally positive. Corroded Coffin comes out with new music. Your agent tries reaching out to you about another record, but you can't make yourself pick up a pen.

The only thing that breaks through the monotony is an invitation to the MMAs, Major Music Awards. You're surprised to learn that you've been nominated for Best New Artist, and dismayed to learn that Corroded Coffin has been nominated for their latest album. You RSVP yes—but only so you can get out of this rut. It's messing up your life; it's driving you crazy. You know the band will be there and if you could just see Eddie in person, from a distance, maybe you can get past this and move on from him. You desperately need some closure.

So on the night, you let yourself dress up, let a makeup artist cover your face in proverbial warpaint, let a hairstylist pull your hair back into a severe updo. You let your agent get you a limo and arrange for you to arrive during primetime. And you steel your nerves.

;

The flashing lights blind you as you step out of the car. You hold up a hand and present what you hope is a collected smile, not one that's panicked and weird. You pay enough attention to the ground so you know where you're going but stop as directed to let the reporters take photos and shout questions.

One calls your name. "Are you still close with Corroded Coffin?"

You clench your jaw. "Of course! I'm still so grateful they chose me to be their opener on the last tour."

"How was it?"

You have a memory of Eddie smiling at you while eating you out. "Amazing! Life-changing!"

"How do you feel about being nominated tonight?"

"Oh my gosh, so blessed." Thank god, a question not about him. "I'm so honored to be in a category with so many other fantastic artists."

"Think you'll win?"

"Fingers crossed! But I'm just happy to be nominated, really."

"Thank you everyone!" Your agent says to the press and motions for you to walk with her. You follow, trying not to trip in your sky-high heels, as she leads you to your table. "Your award is first," she says as you pull out your chair to sit, "so it'll be done right away. You're free to leave whenever."

"What about Corroded Coffin?" You can't help asking. "Shouldn't I stay for that award?"

"It's a nice gesture, not strictly necessary. But you're welcome to stay, of course."

You nod thoughtfully. Maybe you'll get your closure and get out of there.

When your agent moves away, the empty space reveals the door. The door through which Corroded Coffin is walking. Jeff and Grant enter first, Gareth following, and then...Eddie bringing up the rear. All of them look nonplussed—they've been to plenty of these things before.

Eddie scans the room and his eyes fall on you. They widen a little bit but his mouth curves into a smile, and he waves a little. As your stomach goes into free-fall, you wave back. You hadn't meant it as an invitation, but he starts walking over to you, breaking from the rest of the band without even letting them know. He keeps his gaze on you as he weaves through the tables, and you try not to let your heart gallop away from you.

"Hey," he says when he reaches you. His voice is scratchy and familiar and music to your ears.

"Hi," you somehow manage in reply.

"How are you? How have you been?" He sounds eager to know.

"Um, okay." You hadn't thought about how you wouldn't have anything to say due to wallowing for the past few months. "You?"

"Good, good." He's nodding, still staring at you with those eyes you'd gotten lost in so many times.

"Well..." You break the eye contact to look him over. You can't help smirking at his aesthetic change for the night. "I see you, in your suit and your necktie," you tease.

He rolls his eyes but grins. "Yeah, we were forced to wear these monkey suits," he groans. "Can't wait to get it off."

A fantasy comes to your mind of doing that with him, helping him throw his jacket on the floor, as your lips are locked together. You shake your head to make it go away. "You look good." He does.

He preens. "Thanks. You look amazing." His eyes rove over you and you will your body not to flush.

"Thank you," you whisper, just like after he'd called you the prettiest girl he'd ever seen the first time you'd slept together.

"I gotta go, but it was nice to see you." He opens his arms for a hug. You think about saying no, going for a handshake instead, but your body moves of its own accord, stepping into him and holding him close. He tightens his grip around you and his hand brushes yours, placing a piece of paper in your palm. Before you can ask about it, he leans back, gives you a dazzling smile, and struts away.

You look down. It's folded into fours, very wrinkled and a little worn. You unfold it and read, in Eddie's writing, "Meet me tonight. Room 1012 at 9pm."

Your heart sprints away and you can't catch it. You sit down and take a deep breath. You can be strong, you can still do what you came here to do. You can get your closure.

Someone comes around with a tray of champagne flutes and you grab one gratefully. You drink half of it in one go, relaxing when the bubbles fizz some of your anxiety away, and set it down so you don't guzzle the other half right away. Thankfully, the lights dim and an overture starts. Your mind races as it goes on, trying not to think about seeing Eddie in private again after so long. The host comes onstage and you don't even hear the bad jokes they crack that get crickets from the audience. But then they introduce the first presenter—your award—and you're nervous for a completely different reason.

You force yourself to pay attention and listen to the person summarize the award and what it means. They list all the nominees and you paste a smile on your face when they mention you and the camera is for sure on you. Your heart is pounding and your stomach is flip-flopping and through it all there's a piece of your mind that is still on Eddie and what he's thinking about during this.

You don't realize at first when they announce you as the winner.

When the clapping starts up in earnest and you're jolted into blinking, you discover your name and live feed is on the big screen, and people are jostling you in congratulations. You stand and walk to the stage, trying to be graceful and not stilted. You work very hard on the steps so you don't trip. And then you're onstage, and the presenter and host are hugging you, and someone is handing you the award, and another is pushing you to the mic. You clutch the sculpture tightly in your sweaty hands so you don't drop and shatter it, and stare out at the audience.

You can't see a thing. The lights are so bright that you can only see darkness and shining flashes of glasses and jewelry. You don't know where Eddie is and you couldn't find him if you tried. Weirdly, it relaxes you, and you start talking from the heart.

"Wow! I can't really believe this." You laugh breathlessly. "Thank you so much to everyone who has helped me get here: my agent, my manager, my crew, my family, my friends, everyone I love. And I have to give special thanks to Corroded Coffin, who made my dreams come true by picking me as the opening act for their last tour, and I couldn't have done any of this without them and their faith in me." The audience claps. "I'd also like to say to everyone who doesn't really see the light at the end of the tunnel...it's coming. It might take a while and no one knows when it'll appear, but if you're moving forwards, you're moving towards it. And it's brighter than you could've ever imagined. Thank you!"

You step away from the mic and more applause follows you backstage. People come up and congratulate you in a whirlwind, and you don't know who anyone is. You just hold your award to your chest and smile so brightly it could blind.

Your agent rushes over and gives you an enormous hug. "Congratulations, babe! I knew you could do it."

You chuckle. "I didn't."

"Well, it's my job to know you could and always can." You smile at her gratefully. "You ready to meet the press?"

You nod. "What time is it?"

She checks her watch. "8:40."

You thank her and she leads you to the press room, which is filled with yells as you enter. You stand at the mic, still clutching your award, still grinning like a maniac. Everyone raises their hand and screams your name, and you pick a reporter at random.

They stand. "How do you feel about your win tonight?"

"I'm—I don't know," you answer, flustered, and the crowd titters kindly. "This is more than I could've asked for. I'm so honored."

You choose another person. "Do you feel like you should've won?"

"I can't say that, everyone in the category with me are so talented and deserved it as well. I kind of want to do the Mean Girls thing and break it into pieces for them." The press laughs with you.

Someone else: "Where did the end of your speech come from? About the tunnel?"

"I'm not really sure, to be honest," you admit. "I've just been feeling low lately, for reasons that are not entirely rational. But tonight and everything that's happened has really shown me that we all get a happy ending one way or another. We have the strength to get through anything. Everyone alive has made it through all their hard times—we have a 100% success rate. And it'll be okay, in the end."

The last: "What's next for you?"

You think about it for a minute. "I'm gonna keep going. Maybe I'll write an album about what I went through, maybe I'll forget about it and write about the future. Maybe I'll quit music altogether and become a skydiving instructor." Everyone laughs. "No, I won't do that last one. I'm afraid of heights." You smile. "But the sky is the limit and I can do anything."

Your agent steps forward so you step back. She thanks everyone and escorts you back out of the press room and into the bustling hallway. "Can you take this?" You ask, turning to her and holding out the sculpture. She takes it hesitantly and you giggle. "I'll be right back. Promise."

She nods with a sigh and you escape down the hall and to the elevator bank. You fidget as you wait for it to arrive, and then you pace as it rises to the tenth floor. You're nervous but there's a newfound strength inside you from your win. You deserve to get what you want. And that means not being some man's stepping stone on his way to a trophy wife.

You knock on room 1012 and the door swings open to reveal Eddie. He steps back and sweeps his hand out for you to enter, so you do. Once he shuts the door, he walks up to you.

"Congrats on your award," he says.

"Thanks," you reply coolly.

He cocks his head, studying you. "What'd you mean at the end though?"

You stare at him. He seems genuine. "Nothing. It doesn't matter."

His eyebrows raise. "You sure?"

You play it out in your head: telling him everything you felt from the moment he kissed you, how it hurt when asked to keep it casual and hidden, how much like a lovesick fool you felt on the tour, how you sat by the phone and waited for him to call for an embarrassing amount of time, how you haven't been able to think about anything else but him and your time together since it started. That you fell for him, against your better judgement, despite your attempts not to. It would be so satisfying to see those words hit him, how his face would look when you told him a guy who never tried to hurt anyone hurt you badly without trying.

But that's not what you're here for. So you nod, with a fresh wave of confidence, and that's what makes you raise a hand and stop Eddie when he tries to step forward and kiss you.

"What's up?" He asks, confused.

"I'm not gonna do this anymore," you answer. It might be a whisper, but at least you've said it.

And at least he doesn't pretend to not know what you mean. "Why not?" It's not petulant, or annoyed, or upset, but straight.

"I deserve better." And your voice is a little stronger now. "I deserve not to be treated like a secret. I deserve someone who loves me back."

"Back?" Eddie echoes and you sigh inwardly.

"Slip of the tongue," you try to reason, but it's weak and he can see through it. He's always been able to see through you.

"Angel--"

"Not your angel anymore," you interrupt. "Or your sweetheart, or your princess. Not yours." You slowly turn and walk back to the door before looking back at him one last time. "I'm not sure I ever was."

Eddie opens his mouth but you can't bear to hear his reply. So you walk out of the room and down the hall, not stopping even when he calls your name desperately. He follows you but the elevator door closes on his face.

The elevator opens into the lobby and you rush out. You search for your agent, eventually finding her talking to a group of people. You wait impatiently for her to finish—you just wanna get your award and go home. Finally, she turns to you, but then the lights dim and she ushers you to your table and makes you sit with her. You try to protest but she shushes you as the host walks out. You sit in frustration as they crack more bad jokes and introduce the presenter.

"And so the Best New Album award." Fuck. "The nominees are..." As they list all the nominated artists, you try not to look when Corroded Coffin is announced and live video is projected on the big screen. But it's like your eyes are magnetized and you're jarred when you see that Eddie is looking at his lap blankly, not performing for the camera or jostling with his band members, completely unlike him.

The picture minimizes and the presenter opens their envelope. "And the winner is..." Everyone holds their breath, including you. "Corroded Coffin!"

The audience goes crazy, as does your agent and the band when their picture goes big again. Except for Eddie, who Gareth has to haul to his feet and push to the stage with them. He stumbles up the steps and stands in the back as Grant grabs the award and Jeff goes to the mic and starts thanking everyone in their orbit. You still stare at Eddie, who is blinking in the bright lights, looking lost. But when Jeff finishes and the presenter starts ushering them offstage, Eddie breaks from the pack and walks up to the mic.

"Um," he starts, voice echoing in the quieted room. "Hi. I'm not here to thank or praise anyone—Jeff already did all of that. I'm here to..." He takes a deep breath. "I'm here to talk to my angel."

You freeze.

He continues. "I could stand here and say I didn't mean it, and while it would be true, it wouldn't help. And I could say that I was a complete and utter asshole, which is also true, but has already been implied. Instead, what I am going to say this: you do deserve better.

"The truth is, I did want you to be mine. But I was scared, and I put up my walls, and I tried to protect myself. I didn't want to be hurt, and I hurt you in the process, and for that, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I treated you like a secret. I wish I could go back in time, to that night in room 1012 and stop myself from leaving, or to that next day and stop myself from asking what I did of you, or any day after that and make myself confess that I'm yours. I've been yours from the very beginning. I'm yours right now and probably always will be. I'm sorry I never told you and I'm sorry it took so long. But you deserve to know."

With that, he raises a hand and walks offstage. You stare at the space he'd been, trying to understand everything he'd said, but your agent is trying to gossip with you about it and it's making your skin crawl. So you stand and speed-walk away, towards backstage, no one even stoping you as you race after Corroded Coffin.

"Eddie!" You call out when you spot them, and he spins around. You don't slow down and slam into him, throwing your arms around him. He catches you, and after a few seconds of hesitation, holds you close.

"Oh, thank fuck," he breathes out.

You draw back and look at him. He has hope, anxiety, guilt, regret in his expression. "You love me?" You ask breathlessly.

He nods frantically. "I've loved you for so long, angel."

"But you were scared? Of me hurting you?"

He shakes his head just as furiously as he'd nodded. "Never of you. Of myself, of not being enough. I never deserved you, princess. That I know."

Now you shake your head. "You were everything I wanted. I just thought I couldn't have it."

"You have it. You've always had it." He swallows. "You've had all of me since we first met."

Finally, you smile. You feel over the moon, lighter than air, like you could float away if Eddie wasn't tethering you down to the ground. His face brightens in response, lit up from within, an incandescent glow. "I love you," you admit, and his ecstatic reaction makes your heart sing.

He kisses you, and it's just as perfect as it had always been, lips slotting against yours like they were made for each other. Like you were made for each other.

He parts and rests his forehead against yours. "I'm so sorry, baby. For it all."

"It's okay."

He shakes his head slightly. "Nah, I've got a lot to make up for."

"Well," you reply, leaning back, "if you say so."

He laughs, and it's the most perfect sound you've ever heard.

"I can't believe you remembered that room number," you murmur in amazement. "I didn't even realize."

"I remember it all, angel. That's how I know I have so much to grovel for." At his smirk, you giggle, and he breaks into a full smile.

"Can't wait to see how you make it better," you tease, sparkle in your eye. Eddie pulls you closer again.

"Me too," he admits, and you laugh with all the happiness in the world.

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"How are y'all feeling tonight?" You shout, and the audience screams back at you in excitement. You laugh. "Good to hear! I'm feeling great!"

You're onstage, playing a show for your current international headlining tour. You've just sang the first two songs of the set, feeding off the crowd's high energy and bouncing around. There's a set of three guitars near the edge and your microphone is your favorite color and the lights are blinding in that way that makes you feel invincible. It doesn't hurt that the show, like most of the others on the tour, is sold out, and your fans are going crazy already.

"As you may know," you continue, "I went through some shit last year." There're a few boos that make you giggle. "It was a hard time, but I came out the other side. But you all know that. It was shown on live television!" Everyone screams again and you grin brightly. "That was wild, right? I was just as shocked as y'all."

"We love you!" Someone shrieks.

"I love you too!" You reply. "I couldn't have done any of this without all of y'all. And when a certain someone said they loved me at the MMAs, I couldn't have done it without him either. In fact, he inspired my latest album—the highs, the lows, the heartbreak, the happy ending. He and his band even collab'd with me on it, and volunteered to be featured on a couple of songs."

There's more screeching, like they know you're building to something.

"You all know who they are. Who isn't a fan of Corroded Coffin?" You laugh as the crowd agrees with you loudly. "I am, have been for a long time. They were very formative to my music and overall sound. Wouldn't it be amazing if they were here too?"

The crowd practically howls.

"This isn't a surprise anymore really, but I do love introducing it as one. So...oh my gosh!" You exclaim, staring offstage. "Who's this?"

Jeff, Grant, and Gareth all run out onstage and wave, and everyone goes wild. They each give you a quick hug before going to their instruments. You keep watching the wings, smile on your face, as finally, Eddie strolls out like the rockstar he is. He takes his time walking across, but he doesn't look at the crowd—he keeps his eyes on you only. You can't tear your gaze away.

When he eventually reaches you and grabs your hand, you turn to your audience. "Girls, gays, and theys, please welcome Corroded Coffin!" Their screams drown you out and you laugh, the delight of this moment never fading night after night.

Eddie squeezes your hand and you look at him. He leans in and kisses you. The crowd yells impossibly louder as he wraps his hands around your waist and dips you dramatically. You laugh in glee, breaking the kiss, and he stares at you with love.

Then he brings a mic to his mouth. "Y'all having a good time?" He's still looking at you as they answer him in screams. "Bet I'm having a better time, though. Only I get to kiss this goddess you all came to see."

You roll your eyes but you go all gooey inside. "Let's not make anyone jealous, baby. That's how this whole thing got started, you know."

"Mhm," he hums lowly. "And you look better every day since then."

"You big softie," you tease. Turning back to the crowd, you yell in fake-shock, "Did y'all know that rockstar and certified metalhead Eddie Munson is actually a huge cinnamon roll at heart?"

Eddie places a hand over your mouth. "Stop! You'll ruin my reputation!" He jokes. You lick his palm and he takes his hand away, giving you a grossed-out look. You smirk and blow him a kiss, which softens his expression.

"Y'all think we can get on with the show?" Grant asks, fondly exasperated.

"Hell yeah!" You answer.

Eddie pouts. "I guess."

You laugh and tug him close as Corroded Coffin explodes into the next song. Eddie leans over and says in your ear, "Ready, princess?'

You give him a fiery gaze. "Oh, I'm ready."

"Bring it on," he replies, and his wink sends you to the stars.

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REPUTATION EASTER EGGS

Here is my master list post of all the easter eggs I believe have been left for Reputation (Taylor's Version). If I've missed any please let me know!!! Happy Rep TV clowning!🐍🤡

112 THEORY

Via this theory, Reputation (Taylor's Version) is rumoured to be releasing on the 16th of February 2024 in Melbourne Australia on the first night of the Australian leg.

The announcement is rumoured to be 26th of November 2023 in Sao Paolo Brazil, on the final night of the Eras Tour 2023.

Now onto DATE MATH!

11/26/23 is the rumoured announcement date.

SO let's break down this date!

1+1+2+6+2+3=15.

1+5=6.

rep is the sixth album.

reputation TV would be her 15th album including re-recordings

Now let's look at the rumoured release date for Reputation (Taylor's version)....

It's rumoured and guessed to be releasing on February 16th 2024. 02/16/24.

Let's break that date down too...

0+2+1+6+2+4=15.

1+5=6.

MIC DROP!

National Cake Day!

11/26 is national Cake Day.

In the Bejeweled Music video Taylor is dressed as Marie Antoinette, who famously said 'let them eat cake.

And she gave a STRONG wink during that scene.

On Sao Paolo N1, Taylor VERY deliberately looked over her shoulder and winked at the crowd, right into the camera. It feels like too much of a coincidence with little miss nothing is ever accidental.

Taylor repeated this on N2, and stuck her tongue out.

There is also the cake in the I Bet You Think About Me Music video.

The numbers on the top of the cake are: 13, 26 and 2. 13x2 is 26, which seems to be an easter egg for 26/11! As well as the obvious 2's hinting towards the second month of February!! She also pulls her hand through the cake and creates two equal lines....a sideways 11?

Black Friday

11/26 falls on the weekend after Black Friday. Reputation's colour is Black, and Reputation being announced 2 days after Black Friday seems a small nod to her blacking out her socials and 3 days later posting a Reputation teaser...

And perhaps 2 because of...well February!

BEJEWELED MUSIC VIDEO

Danielle Haim

Taylor's casting of the Bejeweled music video interested me! She cast her friends the Haim sisters to play her wicked step-sister in the first scene, which is FILLED with easter eggs.

Particularly important to me is Danielle Haim.

Danielle was born on the 16th February 1989.

Yes. 02/16. The same date as Reputation (Taylor's version rumoured release. Now just remember this date. It becomes important later!!!

She was also 33 when the music video was both filmed and released. 33. 3+3=6..6 means Reputation

Danielle says "bye snake" as they leave Taylor. She is the first person to mention Taylor being a snake in this video

I do believe Taylor wouldn't miss the chance to use her friends as easter eggs when possible!!!

Danielle also flicks her fan 6 times during that scene. Credit to @kush07_ on Twitter for this fan one!

Laura Dern

Laura Dern interestingly is another February birthday (02/10/67) within that casting. Exceptionally interesting to have 2 people born in the second month present during a scene filled with 2's with outright easter eggs to Reputation...hmmm

Kingdom Keys

The wording of 'keys to your own castle' during the discussion of what the girls will get if they marry the prince is particularly interesting to me. It is VERY strongly reminiscent of 'I don't like your kingdom keys, they once belonged to me' from LWYMMD.

Twos

There are two candles burning to the side of Laura as she talks to Taylor. Also two lights above the sisters. There's a lot of 2's / doubles imagery in this music video.

There are two candles next to where the Haim sisters and Laura exit the room.

Danielle our Feb 16th hint is also the second person to say goodbye to Taylor. Another 2.

Alana then calls Taylor 'snakey'. This is the second time a snake reference is said, and it is the last. Another 2 of course...

In the scene with Dita Von Teese there is 2 of everything.

In the final scene of the video there are two torches on either side of Taylor. Just another 2. Just for funsies.

Exile ends 02

Taylor then receives the oyster shell stopwatch which declares "exile ends at 02". Now going back to Alana and Danielle's comments...exile ends for this SNAKE at 02. FEBRUARY.

Outfits

The next scene shows Taylor in a hooded black outfit. This is very strong imagery of the reputation stadium tour beginning outfit she wore.

In the scene where jewels begin flying to her, there is a scene alone of just her boots when she is walking. This really reminded me of the beginning of the reputation section of the eras tour.

Full Moon

When we see the outside of the building of which the elevator is in, there is a full moon. 11/26 is a full moon. SNTV was announced on a full moon, 1989TV was the day before a full moon....

Dita Von Teese scene

In the scene with Dita Von Teese, Taylor is dripping in diamonds. Very reminiscent of LWYMMD bathtub scene.

Theres two chandeliers present during this scene. This just struck the idea of the lyric 'bass beat rattling the chandelier' from This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things.

Ghosted

Taylor refuses Jack's proposal. The text says...she ghosted.

When did Taylor ghost on us? Rep era! she wasn't seen, she was like a ghost!

Marie Antoniette

Taylor is dressed like Marie Antoinette in the scene where she receives the keys. Marie famously said 'let them eat cake'. National Cake Day is 11/26. This also lines up with the I Bet You Think About Me Cake theory!

Castle Crumbling

The final scene has her stood in a crumbling castle at night. Her castle crumbling overnight...hello Call It What You Want To! There is also a full moon...

KARMA MV

Devil Scene

The scene that we link to Reputation is the second scene featuring Taylor. She's dressed in all black and has a mask of the devil.

This scene starts at 20 seconds. She waves at 26 seconds.... perhaps an easter egg for the era beginning in the 2nd month and for the album saying' hello' aka an announcement on the 26th!

She's surrounded by 13 dancers at this point, the presence of a 13 normally is alerting us it is an easter egg.

The belt on her dress is very similar to a necklace she held up during the LWYMMD behind the scenes walkthroughs.

Ice Spice

Ice Spice is featured in both the song and of course the video. Her birthday is 1/1. New Years Day. And well...Taylor loves to use a birthday as an easter egg...

Island

The scene where Taylor is laying as an island has linked her to Te-Fiti, and the codename for Karma was 'Volcano'. However in Sao Paolo, there is an island called 'Snake Island'. And the outline of this island looks VERY similar to how Taylor looks as an island!

Coffee Cup

Obviously we have the most obvious one we all know and love. The Midnights coffee cup being a blue nail at 8 & a black nail at 2. 1989TV was announced in August, meaning the nails definitely meant something.

Now the black nail being at 2 could mean released in February or announced then, but I'm leaning heavily towards releasing!

The coffee cup has the hands of the clock between 11:56, indicating it is becoming close to midnight.

Midnight = 12. December is the 12th month, but she's indicating something coming BEFORE MIDNIGHT. 4 minutes in fact before midnight. Indicating reputation is coming 4 days before December. Aka November 26th!

I CAN SEE YOU MV

The only real easter egg I could find within this music video for Reputation was the use of a Getaway Car and the dark outfits.

You Are In Love Lyric Video

In the sand of this video are the letters R E P...hello reputation!

The Eras Tour

At one night of the Eras Tour, Taylor said the crowd were jumping like kangaroos. With Reputation TV rumoured to release February 16th in Melbourne, Australia, I am counting this as an easter egg for SURE.

VMAS

Hello. The Outfit. That's Reputation!

The Ring Taylor wore (and broke) is very very similar to the necklace pendant Laura Dern wears in Bejeweled. Telling us to look at Laura, who is a February birthday.

During her acceptance speech, Taylor used the words 'slithering around genres' to describe her musical journey. Well that reputation if I've ever seen her!

PREVIOUS ANNOUNCEMENTS

Taylor announced Speak Now with Sparks Fly. Track 2.

She announced 1989 TV with New Romantics. Track 16.

2/16...how interesting!

RIO

The choice of playing ME! as her first acoustic song ON N3 was VERY interesting to me. Her first released song that she owned. Interestingly it came out on the 26th of April 2016. Yup a 26! The music video also begins with a snake, and signified the end of the rep era, so I do think it was used as a Rep Easter egg, especially when paired with So It Goes....

It was interesting she paired a track 16 with a track 7. 16 is her rumoured rep release day and 7 is her rumoured debut release day.

Post Rio the only remaining Reputation song left for surprise songs is 'I Did Something Bad'. It appears Taylor is doing what she did with 1989 and will announce after finishing the entire album!

SAO PAOLO

They used a new reputation era photo from the Taylor Insta photoshoot for a welcome banner in transit areas. After scouring the internet and my swiftie sources I couldn't find it anywhere, so I am presuming this high quality image was provided to Sao Paolo to use from Taylor's team... a rep era picture..hmmm

In TaylorNations post from pre Sao Paolo N1, they say they are 'wonderstruck'. This is from the song Enchanted. Enchanted has a run time of 5.53. 5+5+3= 13. Funny them using a 13 song to talk about Sao Paolo...seems important right!

In Sao Paolo there is an island called Snake Island. I think this is important as mentioned in the Karma MV section.

There are 6 shows in Brazil. 6 again that's REP CODED!

N3 will be her 13th international date. It will also be her 66th show overall.

Taylor's opener Sabrina Carpenter came out in an outfit very reminiscent of Taylor's rainbow dress from the Reputation Stadium Tour. Taylor's openers have been in on announcements in the past, Haim knew about 1989TVs release!

Taylor looked over her shoulder and winked right into the camera. This is very similar to the wink she did in Bejeweled whilst dressed as Marie Antoniette!

For surprise songs on Sao Paolo N1 Taylor sang Now That We Don't Talk for the first time. This song has a run time of 2:26. Taylor is insane enough to do this....2=February. 26= Announcement date,.

She also played Innocent. Innocent is track 11 on Speak Now. So by using Now That We Don't Talk and Innocent she easter egged both the numbers 2, 26 and 11. February and the 26th of November!!!!

Innocent is also sampled in LWYMMD. It is also about the same person. Innocent was also first played on 12/09/10. 1+2+0+9+1+0=13! Sao Paolo N1 was also a 13 date (11/24/23 - 1+1+2+4+2+3=13)

Taylor stuck her tongue out a LOT this night. I think she knows we are clowning and is playing with us. Also...snakes do stick their tongues out constantly so...

Taylor did a sideways Dolphin body roll in Midnight Rain. She doesn't normally do this. We saw her do this move during the BTS clips of Reputation being made and recorded.

SURPRISE SONGS

Surprise songs were Safe and Sound and Untouchable. An interesting pairing. As Safe and Sound technically wasn't on an album release, it's a track 0. Untouchable is a track 15.

Reputation (Taylor's Version) will be Taylor's 15th album including rerecords.

Safe and Sound was released on the 26th of December 2011.

Untouchable was released on the 26th of October 2009.

Safe and Sound is all about protection from the outside world, and Untouchable is about dreaming of something you feel you can't have. During the Reputation era/events leading to Rep's release Taylor went into hiding to protect herself from the outside world, and dreamt of the public releasing she was right about the phone-call and the Kimye situation all along, but she felt they wouldn't believe her.

There are lyrical parallels in both the surprise songs to Reputation songs. Credit to @taylorslavender and @lightupfloor on twitter for these!

TRIPLE HIGH NOTE

Taylor did a triple Don't Blame Me high note on N1. The only surprise song left from rep is track 3. This triple note was done once in Rio, N3 in Atlanta, once in Tampa, Glendale once and finally Sao Paolo N1. This means she has done it 5 times. She did not sing that note in the rep set N2 in Sao Paolo. If she does it N3 she would bring the total of triple notes during tour to 6...aka rep's number!

Photographer

A black and white photographer named Damon Baker (@damon_baker) who has previously worked with Taylor, posted her on his story on 11/25 answering a question box asking 'last thing that inspired you?' answering 'my next creation'. Now with Reputation TV being rumoured to release on 11/26 and likely with a black and white photoshoot makes for an interesting situation. He also posted a story saying his next project was coming 'tomorrow' aka 11/26...

Reputation Merch

In the holiday merch drop, Reputation appeared to receive the most new merch. In the VERY limited edition drops, most of the old pieces sold were Reputation Merch.

The Black Friday sale timer ends on 11/26.

Instagram

As of 11/26, Taylor's Instagram is currently aligned, and has a clear darker theme to it. We saw this when 1989TV was released that her feed became bluer.

The Surprise Song Countdown.

It is theorised Taylor is using her rerecorded albums to count down to Reputation's release using her surprise songs. TaylorNation shared a countdown video for the Black Friday Store sale

Now That We Don't Talk (4th rerecord)

Innocent (3rd rerecord)

Safe and Sound (2nd rerecord)

Untouchable (1st rerecord)

It is theorised she could do a song from Debut as this would be album 0 as the rerecord hasn't been announced yet, or perhaps Glitch. Then we think she will do I Did Something Bad and announce Reputation (Taylor's Version).

Dancer Instagram Story

One of Taylor's dancers posted this image of a snake wrapping round legs statue...what do they know!!!

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"Red Wine Supernova" by Chappell Roan

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There’s so much Shania Twain (I suppose, though if I’m being precise, I think there’s so much LeAnn Rimes on the Coyote Ugly soundtrack) in “Red Wine Supernova.” We’re in a boom period of re-examining, re-contextualizing, and re-appreciating late-90’s radio rock. It’s something Grooves N Jams never stopped doing; I remember where I was when I first listened to Third Eye Blind’s self-titled debut like it’s my own personal national tragedy. So it’s a bit surreal and, honestly, kind of deadening to bob on these waves a second time. I can feel us all, in this moment, careening toward Evanescence, Linkin Park, eventually Puddle of Mudd and Staind, and then the total death of radio for a second time. I think there’s a wont to put all of that on streaming and pirating, as though the medium itself was flawed and the music can be salvaged. The medium was flawed, but also, this sound was extremely easy to replicate and the imitators were often nothing more than fridge magnet poetry cloaked under a couple production tricks.

Anyway, I feel like Shania caught some short shrift during this period, so, unlike the general 90’s ennui I’m starting to feel, the resurrection of “You’re Still the One” via boygenius and “Man! I Feel Like a Woman” via Chappell Roan is still fresh and delightful. Shania could be playful and camp in a way that our often serious, humorless pop culture really, really misses. Perhaps I’m missing the point and part of the joy of her quasi-drag and over-performed yelps is to bop along and not overthink it, but I’m here to overthink it. There are plenty of artists who could fit themselves inside of “Red Wine Supernova” (Rina Sawayama tried it with “This Hell,” for example) but Chappell is comfortable with performing in way that feels slightly waylaid by our current era of always on branding and universal blandness. She’s using her voice, flexing it and manipulating it, a commanding tour de force woman and a goofy, confessional girl by turns. It’s a stage show, for sure, but after years and years of single facet performers (professional mope boys like Drake and The Weeknd or Ariana Grande’s mumbled “yuh” or Charli XCX’s irony pop) it’s a delight to see someone prowl around like she does, fully owning her character, imperfections and all. In that way, she’s taken what Shania did – her kick your feet up and laugh friendliness – and added a layer of vulnerability on top by not trying to strangle every last drop of productivity from her margins. It’s possible to dislike Chappell Roan and that’s what makes her so loveable.

DV:

If I was a teen in 2023 I would be basing my entire personality around Chappell Roan right now, to the annoyance of everyone around me. Like others on this list, she has a way of encapsulating an entire world and attitude inside a single song and making you a part of it whenever you listen; unlike those others, at its most inviting Chappell's world is centered around getting drunk and naked in the most ostentatious way possible. MG and I didn't catch Chappell's tour this year due to "fuck LiveNation" reasons, but you don't need to see it live to realize that "Red Wine Supernova" is made for crowdwork, full of call-and-response moments and subtle punchlines. I say subtle; I mean, "Want me to fuck you" is tucked halfway through a verse rather than in a more obvious spot like the chorus. But in Chappell Roan's hands, everything seems obvious, belying the skill it takes to take a lyric this packed with obnoxious theater kid energy and make it irresistibly charming. "Red Wine Supernova" wears itself on its sleeve and demands you do the same. It's a dialogue between Chappell and the listener as much as between her and the girl biting her neck.

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broadwaydivastournament · 29 days

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Broadway Divas Tournament: Round 1D

Luba Mason (1961) has led a multi-hyphenate career with stage shows like How to Succeed...(1995), Girl from the North Country (2020), and Chicago as Velma Kelly. Her exquisite vocal talents have led her to trademark her own musical style "mixtura," and she has toured internationally in concerts alongside her 17-time Grammy-winner husband Ruben Blades. Luba is a first-generation of Slovak descent and cycled through several stage names in the 90s (Kim Freshwater, Lubitza Gregus, Luba Gregus) until settling into Luba Mason.

Annette Bening (1958) is a two-time Tony nominee for Costal Disturbances (1987), and All My Sons (2019). Though primarily a screen actress, she makes our list because she is the newly appointed Chair of the Board for the Entertainment Community Fund (formerly the Actors' Fund), a charitable organization that provides "human services nationally for people who work in film, theater, television, music, opera, radio and dance." This organization is a vital part of Broadway's vast support system, and her taking over from Brian Stokes Mitchell's 20+ year service is a big change.

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"I am looking...respectfully. Luba Mason is 5'10" and I want to climb this woman like a tree. I have a very short list of women whose voices I have fallen in love with from the very first note, and she is damn near at the top of the list. An alto over sixty who leans into her sex appeal? Oh, fuck yeah. The sheer confidence to play the drums wearing THAT outfit? Unmatched."

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"Big fan of Annette Bening playing lesbians on screen, but this poll isn't about that. So. Allow me to use this space to talk about the great work the Entertainment Community Fund does. While it's more synonymous with Broadway than Hollywood, any actor, musician, entertainer, stage/film crew, etc. is eligible to take advantage of its services and seek aid. The transfer of leadership into Annette's capable hands means a shift to the West Coast, at least in terms of where she's based. Whether this will mean any major upheaval for the mainly East Coast-based organization remains to be seen."

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readyforthegarden · 8 months

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Silver Springs - Part Five

Masterlist

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Original Female Character

Synopsis: The year was 1976, the season was summer. The days were hot and the nights were hotter. Music was the best it had ever been, especially rock music. Sam Kiszka has been riding the high of being in one of the top bands on the scene, but when his bands tour is accompanied by another up-and-coming band, with a lead singer that gets on his very last nerve, will everything come crashing down or will they end up making music that changes the world?

Warnings: Smoking, drinking, drug use 18+ only, Minors DNI

A/N: This one (and the next one) are for my Sammy Nation besties. I love you guys so much and I'm so thankful for all the love and support you have given me and my fics!

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They were in Chicago now, only a few days before they were set to be back home in Nashville. Josh and Harlow had been working on a few songs together, and the former insisted on workshopping them during soundcheck, to make sure they were going to be ready and in the right headspace when it came to the studio time. Unfortunately, Sam was nitpicking everything he could.

“It’s an A-flat, Harlow.” Sam snapped, aggravatedly pressing down on the key on his piano multiple times, huffing into the microphone.

“I’m singing A-flat, Sam.” Harlow replied, just as annoyed.

“You’re not, you’re going sharp.” he replied, again pressing the key and vocalizing with it. “You’re supposed to be here.”

“I am!” Harlow growled, her fists curling into her palm on one hand, the other tightening around the mic.

“Maybe in whatever dream world you live in you are,” Sam rolled his eyes. “But to everyone else in the real world, you’re sharp.”

“Come over here and let me find something sharp to shove up your fuckin’ ass!” Harlow began storming over to Sam’s piano bench when Josh grabbed her arm, tugging her back.

“Let’s take a break from this,” he suggested. “Harlow, thank you for your time, we’ll finish this later, okay?” Harlow nodded, shooting a glare over her shoulder at Sam, who merely waved his fingers with a smarmy smirk as she put Jake’s mic back in his stand and walked off stage. Sam sighed, moving from his bench and picking up his bass, sliding the strap over his shoulder.

“You can’t keep being like this, man.” Josh came over, glaring up at Sam. The youngest rolled his eyes, brushing a hand through his hair, but Josh grabbed his forearm, tugging it away and demanding his attention. “I mean it, Sam. We’re working with her whether you like it or not. She’s a part of this process, whether you like it or not. Being a dick is not going to change that.”

Sam had only seen this side of Josh a few times, when something wasn’t going his way. Josh had always had a quiet anger about him, one that stewed and boiled and built until he was throwing mic stands or kicking in an amplifier screen. Sam regarded his eldest brother carefully, seeing the storm swirling in his dark brown eyes, knowing if he pushed it it would possibly end up with his piano set on fire.

“Tonight after the show we’re all going out to a club, the label is throwing us a party for how well the new album is doing, along with this tour.” Josh told him. “There will be a few execs there, and I swear to god if you show your ass in front of them, all over whatever imaginary feud you have going on with that girl, I’ll make sure she gets that sharp object, do you understand me?”

“Yes.” Sam answered firmly. Josh let his glare linger a few moments more before letting go of Sam’s arm and turning away, going back to his position at the center stage mic. “Let’s run through The Falling Sky.”

The show was tense that night, there was hardly any banter between brothers on the stage. Josh delivered his usual speeches and was jovial to the crowd, but the show was the sole focus, getting off stage a few minutes earlier than they normally did.

After changing and riding to the club their party was being held at, Sam settled himself at the bar, ordering a tequila soda and instructing the bartender to make sure he was never without a drink. Once the first one got him loose, he decided to mingle around the party, shaking hands and schmoozing with the execs that had flown in just to kiss their asses.

He glanced around the party, looking for a break from his current conversation partner, a man who couldn’t shut up about how he knew all along Greta Van Fleet was going to make it, from the first moment he heard them, yada yada yada. Sam’s eyes caught something shining in the dim lights, and strained to try and see more.

Like a parting sea, other people moved out of the line of sight to reveal Harlow, wearing a smooth silk jumpsuit, tight to her waist but the pant legs billowing out, almost forming a dress. She was taller than before, wearing a pair of matching platform heels, and her hair was adorned with a small crown of baby breath, likely fashioned on the way to the party after being pilfered from one of the arrangements at the hotel lobby. She turned to greet someone as they walked up, and Sam felt his chest tighten. The neckline of her jumpsuit traveled in a ‘v’ almost down to her navel, and the straps around her shoulders were so thin he wasn’t sure how the were staying up, how everything was staying covered.

Josh stood next to her, and Sam rolled his eyes. Of course he’d be there, hand on her back again as he spoke to the label execs in front of them, then leaning into Harlow as if he were telling her a secret. Sam felt his blood boil at how comfortable they looked together, how his brother could fall for her games so easily. How he was guiding her through the party and stuck to her like a magnet.

“There’s our next big star!” the man finally broke out of his long-winded spiel about Sam’s own band and gestured to Harlow. “Harlow, darling, come over here!” Harlow turned her head with a smile at the call of her name. Sam sucked in a quick breath as he took in the rest of her appearance while she walked over. Her confident strut made the wide legs of her pants billow out, seeming like she was dancing over to them. Her eyelids were adorned with a hazy purple shadow, and a thick line of eyeliner, thinning out at the edges into a cat like point. Her hazel eyes were popping with the greens and golds under the lights with the purple shadow.

“Hello Mr. Johnson, how are you?” Harlow greeted, shaking the execs hand. She turned to Sam, and her smile fell slightly, but she kept it plastered on nonetheless. “Sam, good to see you.”

“Yeah, you too.” Sam sniffed, taking a sip of his drink to avoid any more pleasantries.

“How are you enjoying your first big tour, Harlow?” the exec asked, staring intently at the starlet. “It must be a big departure playing these arenas after playing dives and clubs.”

“It’s definitely different.” Harlow agreed, taking a flute of champagne from a passing by waitress’ tray. She took a small sip before continuing. “We’re incredibly lucky to be touring with a band like Sam’s, they’ve all been so gracious in showing us the ropes.”

“That’s what we like to hear,” Mr. Johnson grinned a large, toothy grin that seemed insincere. “This label is like one big family, and we like to keep it that way.”

“I’m sure once Harlow writes a decent song or two, their band will take off and won’t need us to babysit them anymore.” Sam smirked, glancing down at Harlow, whose cheeks began to redden at his comment.

“Well, everyone has an opinion these days,” Harlow tried to laugh off Sam’s contemptuous words, but he continued.

“Everyone has an opinion yes, but I’m stating facts.” he smiled, blinking between Harlow and Mr. Johnson, who now looked like he was trying to find an emergency exit to this conversation.

“Sadly, Sam, you’ve had a few drinks tonight, and no one will be able to find you credible.” Harlow retorted through a charming smile. “Now maybe if you took the time to learn more than a few bass bars, you wouldn’t feel so insecure about your own songwriting.”

Sam downed the rest of his drink, sticking his tongue in his cheek before turning towards Mr. Johnson.

“Excuse us for a moment, would you?” Sam gave him a fake smile and grabbed Harlow’s wrist, pulling her roughly through the party. Past the rest of the execs, his own brothers, including Danny, who curiously tried to see what was going on. Sam pulled her through the kitchen, tugging her along around the servers who were scattering with trays of drinks and hor’devours, trying not to drop them as the two musicians stormed through. He could hear Harlow’s heels clacking against the tiles quickly, taking as many steps as she could to keep up with his long stride.

He finally burst through the back door of the club, the alleyway lit by two orange hued bulbs by the door and a streetlight a few feet away on the sidewalk. The night air was cool, compared to the warmth of all the bodies packed into the club. The heavy metal door slammed shut behind them, and it felt like the bell starting a boxing match.

“What is it, Sam?” Harlow let out an angry laugh, ripping her arm from his grip. She took a few steps back from him, gesturing to the tense air around them. “What is it that makes you hate me so badly? Hm? The fact you were wrong about me? The fact that against anything you said to me, I still made it?”

“God you’re so infuriating!” Sam cried, throwing his own hands up in the air. “Maybe you’re the one that hates me! Did you think of that?” Harlow scoffed, turning and waving her hand at Sam dismissively. “No, I really think it’s you, you hate me because I remember all about plain little Brandy Lawson. The sad, pathetic songwriter that asked me to read her shitty songs in the parking lot a year ago.”

“Shitty songs that got me on a tour as your opening act.” Harlow glared at Sam, who just shrugged, feeling victorious from his jab. “Josh doesn’t think my songs are shitty. In fact he’s asked to use some of them for your next album.”

“Over my dead body will your music be on our album.” Sam seethed through grit teeth. Harlow’s eyes sparked, noting the rise that got out of Sam. She stepped closer, licking her lips as she loaded the ammo into her cocked verbal gun.

“Oh Sam, it’s already been voted on. My name is going in the liner notes,” she smirked, her voice a teasing, mocking tone as he clenched his jaw. Sam looked down his nose at her, watching her blink back up at him through her long lashes. “My name is going right next to yours, I can’t wait to see it. It’s going to make you hate me so much more.”

Sam wasn’t sure what happened, or how, but suddenly he was conscious of grabbing Harlow’s face in his hands and crushing her lips to his, her hands gripping his waist as he walked her back, pressing her into the brick wall of the club. They could both hear the fragile silk of her outfit catching against the bricks, snagging the delicate threads, but neither cared to inspect the damage. His fingers threaded into her hair and his knee slotted between her legs, pressing his body into hers and earning the most delicious moan he’d ever tasted as he continued kissing her. He felt every ounce of feeling, annoyance, irritation, everything pouring out of himself as their lips moved together, as his tongue lapped over hers.

He could feel her chest heaving against his, from the surprise of the kiss and movements, and he smirked when he felt her subconsciously grind down on his thigh that was pressing between her legs to keep her between him and the wall. He could feel her nails digging into his skin through his cotton button down, and he pulled back, waiting for her to open her eyes before speaking, keeping intense eye contact with her.

“I never said I hated you,” he murmured softly, before pulling out of her grasp and walking back to the club, leaving the young woman panting to catch her breath against the wall by herself.

He caught a taxi back to the hotel, leaving the party early, letting Danny know he was done with the crowd and had a headache. Sam once again, took the stairs to his room, trying to work out what he had done. He kissed Harlow. He kissed Harlow and it felt like everything he thought about her was wrong from the start. Once in his room, he began pacing in the light of the lamp he had left on.

He could still feel a tingle on his lips, and thinking again of how he kissed her and she kissed him back made his stomach flip. He ran his hand through his hair and continued pacing, only stopping when there was a knock on his door. Assuming it was Danny checking up on him, he moved to the door, unlocking it and pulling it open.

Danny wasn’t there.

Instead, it was Harlow.

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I finally got to see you, again!

(A different take on "It's Great to see you!" A more happier ending! Beginning part is the same from the other one-shot.)

Miles had a lot to think about. The two were have more fights, they were distant and unhappy. They seem to talk about the future but ending it without no resolution.

When the two decided to go to this burger joint, Miles knew what he had to do. Hobie came by to pick him up, they weren't making any conversation.

They ordered milkshakes, burgers and fries. Hobie casually said, "I'll be going to a national tour, luv. I won't be able to see you for a while."

"It's really happening, huh? You're famous." Miles softly spoke.

"Hahaha, yeah. Hopefully get bigger than simple 'Hey, I know you'," He chuckles, "I hope you can see one of my concerts. I can book you to California, that's the last stop. You and me, we can spend time and look at the apartments."

Miles giggles, "Long distant relationship?"

"Yeah, you know you're only for me." Hobie stares at him with loving eyes.

"Hobie... I have to tell you something." Miles gulps being nervous, "You know, I love you and what we have it's pure, Special! You're my other half, mi alma! Mi amor!"

"Yeah?" Hobie looking concerned, he sat up straight from the booth he's sitting on. Across his beautiful partner.

"You know, we are having a drastic change in our lives. I'm finally gonna graduate and I got three schools already accepting me. Another one on the way," Miles sighs being so shaky, "I know, I'm going to be super busy with school. I know you are doing all these tours, making music, and seeing and meeting new people. Heck, I'm sure at times you're holding yourself back because of me, the same with me to you."

"What are you saying, Sunflower?"

"I think we should break up." Miles finally said.

It went silent, Hobie's eyes widen in disbelief. "Hahaha, funny Sunflower. Don't joke like that." His voice forced into laughter sounding joyful then his hand touches his face getting worried. "You got me." A weak tone.

Miles finally look at him with those serious honey-brown eyes and pout. "You're not joking? You really want to break us up?" His boyfriend in shock being panicked, "Why? Is that fucking Ben bloke?"

"Hobie, no. You know, this is more than just Ben." Miles finally said, "I think we need to separate. We won't be able to survive if we keep going. We keep arguing, distant- I... We need to be single."

"Need to be single. This sounds like you want to shack up Benny boy, eh?" Hobie getting mad.

"Hobie, you are going on tour! You're telling me you're not tempted with all those pretty girls and hot guys? Hobie, I know you want to go crazy and party to your fullest."

"I love you!"

"I love you, too and it's not enough! Where we're at is not enough and if we go down this path- I just know we'll regret it." Miles hugs himself, "I wanna have fun, too. Go to college parties, make friends but I don't want to be your boyfriend then all of sudden, I catch you cheating on me."

"It won't happen. I swear!"

"What about the concert? The VIP? If you really cared about me being there you would've answer my phone call and be there." Miles sighs, "Hobie, it's the little things, too. I miss you and I don't want a long distance."

"Okay, so you're blaming me? What about you? You got mad for every moment about your study time and I can see why, because of Ben!" Hobie scowls.

Miles sniffs going to grab a napkin, "How can you be so fucking mean?" He wipe his eyes, "Why can't you see the truth? I'm eighteen. Your nineteen! You're going to be a famous rock star while I'm going to college! We keep fighting and fighting and I'm tired of this. It's not fair. Okay! I can't even have you at prom because you're busy! I want to have fun, have my experience! I know, you feel the same way."

Hobie held back his tears, "I can't believe this is over. What happens to love conquers all and this bullshit of being together in the future."

"So you're telling me, you'll be fine giving up the partying, the sleeping around, while focusing on me? What if I have a special event on your important concert or you win an award? Or we make plans and it's always push aside! You know, this is a lot?" Miles wipes his final tears. "Hobie, I love you so much. You don't know how much I love, you're my Moonflower, mi amor. I want you to be happy, but I know I can't make you happy- not right now." He grabs his boyfriend's hands, "You will always be my soulmate."

He looks into those dark eyes seeing his Hobie filled with hurt. His punker sighs looking exhausted, "I know. I'm sorry, Sunflower. Things haven't been well with us." His hand gripped tightly on Miles's hands, "I thought I was being selfish... I wanted us, I love you. You are my everything. You're my Sunflower- fuck, I even wrote that song of you."

"Sunflower became your hit single." Miles giggles, smiling at him. "Hobie, I know. I know. But we'll be fine."

"What if we never see each other again? Or we just... never got back together?"

"Only time can tell." Miles softly said, "Even if all that happen, your still my soulmate."

"You're mine, too." Hobie nodded, "I fucking love you so much."

"Me too."

Hobie saw their food on the table, "Let's go back to my place and I wanna show you how much I love before... before we officially end it."

Miles giggles, "Alright."

The two left the burger joint with their take-out. The two spend their times in Hobie's bedroom kissing, touching, feeling each other one last time. Hobie pulls away from their kiss, he smells his boyfriend's scent, "You smell good... sweeter."

"Heh, really?"

"Yeah, you're so soft." Hobie worries Miles was stressing over his classes, maybe gaining weight because his muscles were much leaner. He feels so soft.

"Bad?"

"No, never. You're always beautiful to me." He purr kissing him back.

Miles let out a purr with his arms wrapping around his boyfriend's neck, the bed sheets semi-covering them. They were in love, in passion, it was bittersweet. It was the last time they share their bodies, showing their love.

After that, Miles graduated from high school, Hobie had sent him a bouquet of Sunflowers with a letting saying, "I'm proud of you, Sunflower. XOXOXO Hobie." Miles smiles happily at the gift that he had the sunflowers dried up and made it into a necklace. He got a full ride to Princeton University.

As for Hobie, he went on tour, soon his popularity sky rocket with a much large fanbase. His charms, his looks got him into modeling, and movies. He was involved in a lot of collabs with famous artists, celebrities and talk show host. His band had reached the top Billboards, winning many awards.

Yes, the two had achieved their dreams, over time they forgotten about each other. Life, new friends, new drama got them so focus that anything about high school became a memory. Yet from time to time, they feel they lack in the love compartment. They would think back wondering the 'What if?'

-Ten years later-

The Punk star was busy walking in a mall being twenty nine years old, a tall man wearing leather jacket and pants, thick combat boots, and shredded crop top. His hair long in dreads and gold cuffs. New piercings on his face and ears. Wearing thick Sunglasses, "Oi, what does Manny want? I'm at the mall I'll buy him- what do you mean no? Don't be like that, Mindy! Ugh, ain't you a peach, darling." He scowls at his Smartphone, "Oh, so it's about the check, huh?"

The Punker was getting looks here and there, luckily there was barely anyone in the mall. It's a school day and it's morning, Hobie kept walking still on the phone. Then without a thought, someone passed him, with a very familiar scent.

A scent of fresh tropical shea butter, coconut and floral perfume. It took him a moment trying to figure out where that scent came from, or who does it remind him of someone. Hearing his baby's mama on the phone, he said, "No, 'am listenin'."

Once he speaks, the person that pass him by quickly turns over, "Hobie?" An odd feminine voice, he never heard before yet it felt familiar.

The Punker turns around, his eyes on the female figure. She had long box braids hair, wore a mint green long sleeve, and blue jeans with some white shoes. She looks at him with a kind smile as she hold the brown strap of her purse. "Long time no see." She had this big beautiful smiles with those gorgeous big honey-brown doe eyes.

Hobie's eyes widen from shock, he stares at the figure as if time was froze. No words came out of his mouth, the voice of his baby's mama ring his ear. The female figure gave a weak shrug. He quickly hung up his Smartphone slowly going up to the woman, "Sun-sunflower? Oh my god... is that really you?" His mouth opens before thinking.

"In the flesh." She giggles.

Hobie hugs her tightly having to twirl her around, "SUNFLOWER! It's fucking good to see you!" He could smell her scent, delicious tropical coconut scent!

"Ahh," She squeals being picked up and twirl making her laugh, "Moonflower! You causing a scene!" Some people had their attentions on them.

"So-sorry." He put her down, his hands on her shoulders, "Wow. Just wow!" HIs Miles... is a woman! "Luv, your-your a bloody lass?" He asked out loud still in shock, "I hardly recognize you."

Miles giggles, "It's Mimi, now. Actually, I'm a trans-woman, Hobie."

"What? Since when?" Hobie gawks at his Miles completely look like a woman.

"Um..." She bites her bottom lip, "After we broke up, I think? I actually started taking hormones at the end of my senior year. I didn't tell you because I was still figuring myself out."

"You know, I would accept you, Sunflower. I would've been supportive." Hobie frowns at this, "Is this why you were wearing make up, tight clothing, dresses?"

"Yeah! You're a fast thinker, Hobie Brown." She smiles at him with her honey-brown eyes gleaming with joy.

Hobie felt his body going pink, his beautiful Sunflower. "You're gorgeous! As a man and as a woman."

"Awe, you're making me blush." Mimi could feel her heart pounding against her chest, her hands sweaty. It been so long, she did miss her Hobie.

"You're so beautiful, I knew I smelled you when you passed by me," Hobie's eyes can go heart shape, his heart beating against his chest. His stomach filled with butterflies. Old love rising again. His soulmate is right here.

"Ohh creepy," She teased when she raised her left hand. That's when Hobie saw an engagement ring.

"Wait... you're married?" Hobie asked, his eyes squinting at the ring. Looks cheap. He felt upset seeing that. Not when his Soulmate was finally here. His hand quickly took Mimi's left hand to have a good look at the ring.

"Oh, this." She forced at smile at her ex-boyfriend, "Um... actually it's a long story!" Then rubs her ring being content with it.

"Well, there's a cafe over there and you can tell me all about it, hmm?" Hobie put his arms around her shoulder, he noticed at Mimi gotten shorter, and her shoulders weren't broad like when she was Miles in high school. "How 'bout it, luv?"

"Alright. A cup of coffee would be nice." She giggles, as she walks with him close.

Hobie wanted to know if she was married or engaged. He didn't know what to do if she is. What if she is in- "I'm divorced, y'know." She finally said as the two waited in line to order coffee.

"Huh?" He asked.

"After all these years, I can still know when you're anxious. Hehehe you're so funny, Hobie." She giggles, "I'm giving you a peace of mind."

"Divorce, you say?" He gave a small smirk, "So single?"

"Very." She added with her eyes on him. "I'll pay for-" He took out his black card with a big grin on his face, "I got this, Sunflower." He saw her putting back her wallet into her purse. "What do you want?"

"Iced Americano." She tapped her bottom lip seeing the menu. "I'll have a danish pastry, too."

"Alright." Hobie put his shades on the collar of his shredded white crop top. The tall punker got in front of the barista, "Ello luv, I'll have two iced Americanos, large and one danish pastry and a blue berry muffin."

"Alrighty, coming right up. It'll be fifteen, seventy five." The barista said, putting up the price on the register.

Hobie pays for it through his black card, and got his receipt. The two went to find a table to talk, they were sort of the only ones around. There was one student doing homework in the corner. Another side is an old man sipping his coffee while reading the newspaper. Then, two young adults talking about a movie.

The Punker chuckles as he lay back on his seat, "Does that remind you of any one?" He moves his chin upward to mimic pointing at the student in the corner.

"Oh gawd, not your throwing shade on me." She rolled her eyes, "But that was so me when I got my Masters."

"Oh look at you, being a scholar." Hobie chuckles with a smile on his face, it felt like he was happy, again. All this time, he was on autopilot with his emotions. "Not going for a PHD."

"Uhhh, maybe. Who knows." She had her fingers rubbing her wedding finger, the ringing move side to side. She's nervous. "Heh, my divorce was a bit expensive. My wallet was crying paying for my lawyer."

"Oh? What did the bloke do- More so, who is this bloke?" Hobie asked then he frowns, "Don't tell me, it's Benny boy."

"Oh my gosh," She burst out laughing while tucking her box braids behind her ear, "You remember him?"

"Hmpfh."

"After all these years you're still jealous?"

"I'm telling you, he had a thing for you."

"Oh yeah? Well, the reason he was around me so much, he's trans!"

"What?"

"He's a transman and he was giving me advices about what I should expect and stuff at the time." Mimi giggles at Hobie's facial expression, "He's living his best life, right now. I work with his cousin and my ex-husband."

"Wait, you're telling me a lot of stuff right now. You work with your ex?"

"Oh sorry, I-" The barista called out, "Number 38!" Hobie check his receipt then turns to his ex-partner, "Wait just a moment, luv. I gotta get our order."

Mimi nodded, before going to check her phone. A text from her ex-husband appeared on the family group chat.

Miguel: Are you going to take Gabriel for the weekend?

Mimi: Of course, we had plans to go to a cat cafe. ☺️

Gabriella: WHOA! I wanna get the choco-cat cake! -sends a cute photo of a chocolate cat with a frosting shape of a black cat sleeping on it.-

Miguel: Alright. Are you home safe?

Mimi: I'm meeting with an old friend.

Gabriella: Is someone we know?

Miguel: Send location, plz. Need to know your safe.

Mimi: -send location- No, he's an old high school ex of mine.

Miguel: ??? How did this happen?

Gabriella: 😲 Are you on a date? See, old man! You should start dating, too.

Mimi let out a giggles from her mouth seeing how her step-daughter likes to poke fun at her dad. They were married for three years and dated two years, overall five years of history. Shame how their love wasn't the same as the beginning of their relationship. Thus a divorce happened. Don't get her wrong, she loves her step-child as her own, this is why she has partial custody. Only every two weeks on the weekends.

Hobie came back with their drinks and snacks, "Hey, what are you laughing about?"

"Oh," She set her phone down on the table with a smile on her face, "My step-child, she was scolding her dad."

"So you married with a kid in the fam?" Hobie sat back down as he handed her iced Americano and pastry. "Who is this bloke that let you get away?" He flirted at his Sunflower, because what kind of idiot would let her go. HIs Miles, His Mimi that is so beautiful so perfect.

"Awe, Hobie." She shyly tuck her box braid behind her ear, she does this when she's flustered. Hobie's lips slowly turning to wide smile, seeing her like this... it makes his heart flutter. "Well, I've been with Miguel for five years. We dated for two and married for three. Um... we met at work. Turns out Ben has this cousin name Peter that got me a job at Alchemax, while I was trying to finish my BA. I had trouble finding internships because you know, me being trans and getting discriminated. Luckily, Peter being so kind to me got Miguel to hire me."

"So you married your boss?"

"You can say that. We work in genetic engineering, and I helped him with getting the reports handed out and check on our projects. We kinda clicked and dated." She felt so nervous talking about this. It's like she was caught cheating from her Hobie, and now she has to speak the truth. It felt weird. "Miguel is a great man, husband, and dad. He helped me through my transitioning." She finally said.

"So you actually... cut it?" Hobie asked being curious. "Sorry if that sounds rude, luv."

Mimi nodded, "Hehehe, your good, Hobie. I have a vagina now. I never felt so happy being me!" She smiles at him. "I feel complete like this is what I always yearn for."

"Well, you look beautiful, luv. You are glowing." His eyes on her, "I wish I was there to support you. I can't imagine going through that. Wasn't it traumatic?"

"Well, I had at the time my husband supporting me, our friends, his daughter... I went to therapy for it. There's times where I do think about my organ being cut and if I didn't go along with it. But my surgery was fine, Miguel made sure I had the best doctors and so far, I'm at peace with myself." She sips her Iced American through a straw. "Mm. So, what about you, Mr. Punk Star? You been making waves ever since?"

"OH me? Nah, nothing is interesting." Hobie scoffs, "Same ole' Same ole'." he didn't want to talk about himself. He wanted to hear more on Mimi's life, her journey. His Soulmate is here and he didn't want to blabber about his stupid years.

"Ohh, come on, I've told me my story."

"Mmm?" He hummed thinking about it.

Mimi did her cute puppy eyes, "Please, Moonflower?" She's so curious to know.

Hobie couldn't say no, his heart burst with love. "Alright. Alright. You still have a hold on me, Sunflower."

"Hehehe. I can see." She snickers.

"Well, I am a dad... got a little sprog named Manny if you haven't follow those nosy podcasters about me life." Hobie finally admits, he pulls out his phone.

She gasps being surprised, "OMG, Hobie Brown, you're a dad? I don't believe it!"

"Here. My lad." He handed her his phone to show his photo of his three year old son.

"Oh my god, he does look like you," She smiles happily. "And the Mrs.?"

"Baby mama, and no we're not together. We been on and off, she just always seems to care about the child support." He rolled his eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Are you planning to stay with her?" Mimi asked having to feel envious for the woman, she got her Hobie.

"Nah, we never work out..." His eyes yearning for her instead, "besides, I think I'm interested in this one specific person."

"Oh?" Her heart pounds rushing all the blood through her head being excited, she kept calm, "Who is this specific person?"

"A beautiful Sunflower." His hand touches her, "You know, not a day goes by when I don't think about you."

"You're such a flirt. You couldn't possibly think of me while you're out partying and being famous." She giggles.

"OKay, that might be cheesy. But luv, I never met anyone like you. You are my Soulmate." Hobie explains, his hand holding on to her, "Its not the same. What we had? I could never found anyone like that- these feelings- Even right now, I'm taking all my will power to not kiss you, hold you, feel you." His hands started to do more than hold, he's massaging her feeling her soft skin.

Mimi's eyes sparkle with love, it felt like she was in high school all over, again. "Hobie..."

"Luv, let's try again. We're older, and free. Your single. I'm single. What could go wrong? You miss me too." Hobie's voice low, deep with a certain charm.

"Mi amor, your famous and I'm... I'm trans, you would get hated and-" Hobie snorted, "Fuck it. I finally got to see you, again and I'm not planning to let you go."

Mimi couldn't help but let a flustered smile, her cheeks warm, "You wanna take that leap, again?"

"I do." Hobie felt her hand holding onto his a bit tighter this time.

Later, the Punker walks with Mimi back to her apartment. He wanted to be with her till she got home safely. The two took their sweet time getting there. They stop at old places they use to date, ate lunch, heck they even took a stroll in Central Park. They were holding hands, and cuddling feeling like nothing has changed, their love felt so fresh.

Mimi got to her apartment in Brooklyn, "Well, here we are!"

"Heh, you don't live too far from your parents."

"Hey, Billie have to go somewhere else than stay at home." She mentions about her little sister. Billie is only ten years old, "and she always have my dad dropping her off here and Gabi is always coming by whenever her dad is so busy." She got to the top steps while Hobie stood along with her.

"I guess, this is it, eh?" Hobie finally asked.

"Wo-would you," She felt his hands around her waist, "like... if you want, since you must be busy... and it's cold today- would you like to come inside?"

"Is that because I'm cold or something else?" He lowly asked with his lips getting closer to her mouth. Eyes slowly closing as he felt sweet tropical scent.

"Maybe something else." Mimi's eyes slowly closed as she felt Hobie's lips on her. Her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him into a heat passionate kiss.

Hobie swept her off her feet as he felt his old love burning like a dim candle suddenly burst into its bright flames. He never felt so in love. They share tongue, feeling every part of their mouth. God, it felt so right. It's like they were the missing piece into their puzzle. Mimi took her keys struggling to open the front door, being so busy kissing her ex.

Hobie helps her unlock her apartment door, they went in. Somehow they made it to Mimi's floor and her apartment. The doorknob struggles to open, while Hobie chuckles. "Someone is eager."

"Oh hush you too." She felt her lips swollen, "Unless you don't want too-" Hobie quickly kisses her like a hungry beast, "I do! Luv, don't be cruel. I was joking." They had their sloppy kisses when they enter Mimi's apartment. Hobie kick the door shut when she got her keys out.

The next thing happens, the two fell on top of the couch with clothes being tossed around. Mimi's wearing a b-cup size laced pastel cream bra. Hobie had no time kissing those beautiful breasts, her neck... every part of her body. Same did Mimi, she kisses Hobie's pierced nipples, his six pack, and belly button. They were in love, their passionate sex was gentle, romantic, holding hands to the point they refuse to let each other go. It felt like their love for each other never went away but became like an addictive drug.

When their passion ended, Hobie kisses his beloved's shoulder as the two were wrapped around a thin blanket, "Mmm, that amazing." He mutters.

"Mm, it was." She kisses his lips feeling his hands wrapping around her waist, "I love you, Hobie."

"I love you, too, Mimi."

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #across the spider verse

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sprnklersplashes · 2 years

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crying screaming etc

#janis sarkisian #adriana scalice #mean girls musical #mean girls national tour #shes the cady/janis/regina standby #and im in love w her already #having a moment look away

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unwrittenemmy · 8 months

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Actors I’d love to see in Six (part one…?)

Alice Lee as Katherine Howard or Anne Boleyn

Where you know her: Heather Duke in the off-Broadway production of Heathers

Wonu Ogunfowora as Anna of Cleves or Catherine Parr

Where you know her: Cairo in We Are The Tigers

Jackera Davis as Jane Seymour or Anne Boleyn

Where you know her: u/s Lydia in Beetlejuice national tour

Emily Kristen Morris as Jane Seymour or Catherine of Aragon

Where you know her: s/b Elphaba in Wicked national tour

Grace Romanello as Katherine Howard or Catherine Parr (honestly she’d make a great swing)

Where you know her: u/s Gretchen and Karen in Mean Girls National Tour

This is my never gonna happen one, but this is all hypothetical anyways so 🤷🏻‍♀️

Renee Rapp as Catherine of Aragon or Jane Seymour (realistically she’d probably get casted as Howard or Parr but idc)

Where you know her: Regina George in Mean Girls Broadway, HBO’s The Sex Lives of College Girls, her music career

Honestly if I could make a cast out of these six it’d be: Renee Aragon, Jackera Boleyn, Emily Seymour, Wonu Cleves (by default since she’s the only one I’d even consider for cleves), Alice Howard, Grace Parr

#six the musical #six #dreamcast #alice lee #wonu ogunfowora #jackera davis #emily kristen morris #grace romanello #renee rapp

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avabananas13 · 1 year

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Rockstar! (Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Rockstar!Reader)

Summary: It’s been three and a half years since your break up with Eddie and you’ve finally moved on, after writing an entire album about it. After a chance encounter at a press event for your new album you meet a new friend, who just might have something in common with you.

TW: Slight angst, readers lonely, lots of dialogue, mentions of stalkers, cursing, fem!reader but I tried to keep it neutral, cliff hanger, very little Eddie (I’m so sorry but he’ll be in the next chapter a lot!) I think that’s it but let me know if there’s anything else

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: Hi everybody, here is part 2 of my series Rockstar! I really hope y’all like this next chapter. It took me longer than I wanted to have this part out but it’s out now and that’s all that matters. Love y’all and I hope you had a good thanksgiving if you celebrate it.

Chapter 1 Chapter 3

Chapter 2: Friends?

October 9th, 1987

It’s been almost four years since Eddie walked out of your life. You attended your album release party by yourself, putting on a fake smile and shaking hands until you could return to your apartment to cry yourself to sleep. When your album was released soon afterwards you couldn’t listen to it. You wrote the album about Eddie and for him, listening to it would be torture.

You spent a lot of time working on music after that. Never wanting to be the cliche “heartbroken girl”, you channeled anger into your music instead of sadness. You went from Steve Nicks to Joan Jett. You weren’t angry with Eddie, you were angry with the situation. Two people who loved each other so much but just couldn't make long distance work.

You went on a national tour a few months following the release of your album Crush and it was better than you would’ve ever imagined. Your album was very well-received by everyone and after the Rolling Stone article, in which you omitted the details of who the album was about, you quickly became a household name and people across the globe connected through your music. It was everything you could’ve hoped for. You were finally being heard.

Once you got back from tour all you did was write music for the next album. At a business meeting? You were writing. Out at dinner? You were writing. At the Grammys, in which you were nominated for album of the year and best new artist, winning both? You were still writing. Every thought you’ve ever had was flowing through you and onto the pages like word vomit.

When the album was fully written and recorded, that’s when you breathed for the first time in three years. This would be your masterpiece. If you weren’t popular before, then you were now. Three and a half years after the most painful event in your life and now you were the best you’ve ever been in life. You had finally moved on from Eddie.

Now here you were, at the press event for your second album, All Better. It was all about you moving on from Eddie Munson and the life you left back in Hawkins. Anybody who was important in the industry, and a handful of your biggest fans, were at the event with all eyes on you. You were greeting guests and talking up your album when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

You turn around to find a tall and slender man. He was very well dressed, wearing black slacks and a white button down that was paired with a black sports coat. He wasn’t much to look at however, he looked to be in his 50s and seemed to have been in the business for a while.

“Your Y/N right? I just wanted to congratulate you on your album,” he spoke.

“Oh, thank you so much. Your support means a lot to me,” you say with a sweet voice.

“I’m Tom,” he reaches for a firm handshake, which you accept. “Say, I’m a talent manager. If you’re ever looking for new management you should give me a call,” he said, attempting to make a business deal. You’ve had plenty of talent managers approach you and try to steal you away from Glenn but you weren’t one to budge. You like Glenn, he’s the reason you’re here in the first place so you would never ditch him. “I actually just picked up a new band that I think’s going to be a hit with a younger audience.”

You try your best to not be rude to this man who you’ve only just met moments ago but you were becoming annoyed with his persistence. “Actually, I’m really happy with my current management,” you say walking away.

As you walk away you feel a hand wrap tightly around your wrist. You turn back and see Tom gripping you so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. “What the hell, let go” you say loud enough to draw attention to the situation so he would release you, which he did.

“You’re from Hawkins right?” he shouts at you as you speed walk away, stopping after hearing that leave his mouth. You can feel him approaching you but you're frozen and can’t turn around. You feel his hand find your shoulder and slowly forcing you to turn his way, fear in your eyes. In interviews when people ask about your upbringing you only mention “small town America” for the sake of privacy. You had never mentioned being from Hawkins, Glenn being the only one to know your origin story.

You could feel the tears brim in your eyes, scared that this guy has been stalking you. You’ve had your fair share of weird fan encounters over the course of your short career but one thing you’ve lucked out on is not having a stalker. You could roll your eyes at misogynistic jokes and tell someone off when they touch you inappropriately but you don’t know how you’d be able to handle someone who knew every detail of your life. Tom, however, was not a stalker but a messenger.

You could feel him lean in close to you, party goers watching the interaction. He got close to your ear and whispered the last thing you thought would come from his mouth, “Eddie says hi,” and with that your breath was taken for you. Tears started to boil over and stream down your face at his words. You quickly turn away, running this time so he can’t stop you again.

You push yourself past all of your guests, including your manager who starts calling after you upon seeing the tears streaming down your face. You rush into the bathroom and lock yourself in the nearest stall, sobbing unashamedly. You knew crying over Eddie was dumb, it had been three years and you were over it. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself. You hear a knock on the stall door and try to steady your breathing. “It’s occupied”, you respond breathy and weak.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re ok,” you hear a woman's voice and it’s one you don’t recognize, “I saw you running away crying”. Of course she saw you, everyone did. It does surprise you, however, that this random woman is asking if you’re ok when you have people closer to you at the party. Granted, those were coworkers and not actually friends. You didn’t have time to make friends, spending most nights in isolation.

“Oh, well thanks for asking but I’m fine. Really,” you weren’t sure if you were trying to convince her or yourself. The room goes silent for a while and you assume she’s left to rejoin the party. You calm yourself down by taking some deep breaths.

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale

You feel ready to go back out there after a bit and unlock your stall door. You open it and head straight towards the sinks, the bathroom was a nice one but you don’t know who the last person who touched that toilet was and you didn’t want to find out. You wash your hands and touch up your makeup a bit, as it was now partially smeared from your tears. You turn to leave but you jump back with a yelp when you notice a young woman, around the same age as you, staring at you like you were made of porcelain.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” she asks.

“Yeah, I’m sure. It was all over something silly,” you told her. She responded with a skeptical look, not fully believing you. “Thanks for asking though,” you’re trying to not come across as a bitch considering this girl could be a fan. The girl in question was honestly very pretty, she had a short dirty blonde bob, piercing blue eyes, and very little makeup which made you envy her naturally gorgeous appearance.

“It’s really not a problem, I’m a huge fan of your music,” her face starts to light up and she begins to ramble on and on about how much she loves your work, “I actually went to the same high school as you, but you were a few grades above me,” she informs you. This peaks your interest, and again for the second time tonight someone mentions your past. You didn’t exactly mind this though, she clearly wasn’t trying to threaten you.

“You went to Hawkins high?” you ask for confirmation, she seems nice but that doesn’t mean she isn’t a stalker.

“Yeah, class of ‘86,” she showed you the class ring she had draped around her neck on a silver chain. This filled you with excitement because maybe you could finally have a friend out here.

“So if you’re from Hawkins, what are you doing out here?” you desperately want her to say she lives here, someone from home that you can bond with.

“I actually just moved out here with a couple friends from high school, one of them already moved here a few months ago, so we just figured we’d join,” you wonder if you know the friends she’s referencing, Hawkins was small but it’s also easy to go unnoticed.

“Well, we should hang out sometime, bring your friends too,” you tell her. Ten minutes ago you were crying in a bathroom stall, feeling lonelier than ever, and here you are making a friend that you have already connected with and without knowing her name nonetheless. “I know you know my name but to introduce myself for real, I’m Y/N” you stretch out your hand for her to take, expecting her name in return.

“I’m Robin”

—

You and Robin leave the bathroom and spend most of the night attached at the hip, discovering many similarities between the two of you, until she had to leave. You gave her your phone number and she gave you hers, you could feel this would be the start of a beautiful friendship.

After she left, the party quickly died down and before you knew it you were back at your apartment to spend another night alone. Your first stop was the bathroom, taking a well deserved shower. Around this time in Hawkins the days grew colder, immersing yourself in a steamy shower to warm up, but now in LA your showers became colder. You didn’t mind too much though as it helped keep your water bill down. After taking a shower you found your favorite pair of sweatpants, once belonging to Eddie but after so long you forgot they were his and they became your own. Tonight was different though and as soon as you picked them up you dropped them and went on to grab another pair, shaking the thought of him from your mind for the second time in just a few hours.

Once you were comfortable you made your way to the kitchen, fixing yourself a late night snack. You technically ate at the party but you’ve never found the hors d'oeuvres to appease your appetite. You found a box of kraft mac and cheese and began to boil the water for it. As the water boiled you turned on the television and started to flip through stations with the hope something good would be on at 1 in the morning. You were going through channels blindly when you came across a local news station talking about a very familiar band.

“Corroded Coffin has been taking downtown Los Angeles by storm this last week as the band is set to release their debut album-” you turned off the tv. You suddenly lost all interest in finding something to watch so you decided to look at your mostly empty bookshelf for something to read. You browsed the sparse selection before your eyes landed on a well-loved copy of The Hobbit. It belonged to Eddie and it took him forever to get you to finally read it, albeit with him. Some of your most favorite memories were of him reading it to you with his own version of the characters voices, making it much more bearable for you.

You turned away from the bookshelf, not being able to look at that anymore either, and decided that silence was the best option for the moment. You considered calling Robin but you didn’t know if she was still awake, and you didn’t want to seem too desperate. Luckily you heard the water start to boil so you made your way back to the kitchen to dump the macaroni noodles into the boiling water.

It’s times like these that you really wish you had a roommate. Someone to watch tv with, someone you could talk to, or hell even someone to share shitty mac and cheese with at 1 am. You considered getting a dog a few months ago but pets are a lot of work and with your career you felt like now wasn’t the best time.

You tried to come up with things to occupy you for the eight minutes the pasta takes to cook and the best idea that you could come up with was to sit in silence, that is until the phone startled you out of your emptiness. You hurried over to the phone but still with caution as it was now 1:30 and the only people who usually call you are Glenn, who has an 11 o’clock bedtime, or your parents. You didn’t totally rule your parents out as it would only be 10:30 in Hawkins and they were both night owls.

“Hello?” you answered with hesitation.

“Hi! Is this Y/N?” It was Robin. You didn’t know her long but her voice is very distinct.

“Yeah, it is. Hi Robin,” you replied.

“How’d you know it was me?” she asks, completely shocked you even remembered her name.

“I had a feeling you would call,” you didn’t have a feeling she would call but you wanted her too so it was close enough.

“Oh, well in that case, would you mind telling my roommates that? I told them I met you and they’re refusing to believe me,” you tell she was smiling over the phone, probably towards said roommates.

“Um, sure. Put me on speaker?” you told her. You had nothing better to do so might as well entertain your new friend, and her friends. You waited the couple of seconds it took Robin to put you on speakerphone patiently and started to smile as if this could be your chance to make some more friends.

“Ok Y/N you’re on speaker,” she told you.

“Hey guys, this is Y/N. How are y’all?” you said smiling. You heard a slew of god dammits and you gotta be kidding me’s.

“I told you!” you heard Robin yelling at the people in the room, most of them boys it sounds like.

“Hey, I never doubted you Robin,” one boy in particular said.

“Steve, you literally were the first one to call bs,” she told the boy. She took you off speaker and pressed the phone back up to her ear, “anyways, sorry if you were sleeping. These guys just did not believe me and I had the urge to prove myself immediately” she said with a giggle.

“No it’s ok, I was up anyways,” you told her.

“Well it’s good to know I don’t need to feel bad for calling you,” she sounded sincere, like you might’ve actually been pissed off for her calling.

“Trust me, you have no reason to feel bad at all. I was dying of boredom and you totally just saved me,” you said.

“You? Bored? How could someone as cool and famous as you be bored? And be excited when me, Robin Buckley of Hawkins, Indiana, calls?” she was genuinely asking.

“Shockingly, this can be a very lonely profession sometimes. Plus I find it exciting when one of my friends calls me,” you were hoping she’d take the bait, call you her friend too.

“Wait, are you saying we’re friends?” She was surprised at your statement.

“Did you not just hear me say I was lonely?” you joke, “I’m desperate for friends,” you’re laughing now and so is she.

“Ok, ok, so friends?” she asks just to make sure she’s not dreaming.

“Yeah, friends, duh,” you reply.

“This is officially the best day of my life, holy shit,” she shouts and you’re laughing harder now.

“Hey, I’ve actually got a pretty free schedule tomorrow. Do you maybe wanna do something?” you ask.

“Uh hell yeah. If you want you could come over to my apartment and I can introduce you to my friends, maybe get you more than just one?” she teases.

“Hey, when you’re my only friend it automatically makes you my best friend!” you jokingly shout at her, “but yeah, that sounds like fun,” you say.

“Ok, would 5 work? We can order pizza and maybe watch some movies?” this sounds like a dream night in, you couldn’t be more excited to go.

“Yes, that would be perfect. What’s your address?” you ask her, not wanting to forget this crucial information for the next evening.

“It’s 726 Fairmont Way apartment 3B” she tells you in an overly confident voice giving you the suspicion that she has recently memorized it.

“Ok perfect, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow night then,” you tell her.

You hang up the phone and your cheeks are starting to hurt from smiling, not having smiled this much naturally in a very long time. You make your way back to your kitchen and find your mac and cheese done cooking. You add the cheese powder, and since it’s dinner for one you eat it straight out of the pot. You sit in silence for the rest of the night, which once seemed lonely to you but you couldn’t care less because now somethings changed. You have a friend.

—

That next day you woke up with a smile on your face. 5 o’clock couldn’t come soon enough, you were so excited. You decided that the first half of your day would be productive to keep your mind busy. You started by cleaning your apartment. If you’re going to have friends then you need a place to entertain them. You vacuumed, mopped, dusted, and organized. Your place was squeaky clean afterwards and was nice enough to host the Queen.

By the time you were done it was 2. You went to turn on the tv and learned from your lesson last night, avoid the news. You begin to channel surf again and you end up on some crappy made for tv movie. This brought you to 4 and you quickly got changed, did some light makeup, did your hair, and left to head over to your new best friend's apartment.

You hailed for the first taxi you could and it quickly stopped for you. You gave the driver Robins address and you headed off. You were a good mix between nervous and excited. You didn’t want to let fame get in the way of being friends with these people but you never know. The only thing that kept you hopeful was knowing they were from home. These people had the same life experiences you did, for the most part that is.

You didn’t completely forget the town you came from. Your senior year is when things started to get weird, a boy went missing and soon after that a girl two grades below you had also disappeared. You knew the boy was found, and just a few months after you left you learned the girl had died. After that things went downhill quickly, Hawkins Lab was exposed as the reason the girl had died, there was a tragic mall fire in which the police chief died, and then the earthquake. Your parents were lucky enough to not really have been affected by those events, although you knew people who had been.

You reminded yourself that Robin was two years younger than yourself, she probably knew the girl who died, she had likely been to that very mall that burned down, and for all you could know her house was totally destroyed by the earthquake. You didn’t plan on bringing any of this up though. Unless she or one of her friends starts it, then you’re acting as if you didn’t know any of the tragedy that struck after you left.

Your taxi arrives at Robin's apartment at 5 o’clock on the dot. You pay your driver, get out, and press the intercom for apartment 3B.

“Hello?” a boys staticky voice asks over the intercom.

“Hi, is this where Robin Buckley lives?” you ask, expecting Robin's voice to be the one to answer.

“Uh yeah, who’s this?” he asks.

“Y/N Y/L/N, she and I met last night,” you inform him so he can let you up.

“Y/N Y/L/N? Like the singer? Yeah I doubt that,” he says with a laugh.

“Look, can you please just tell Robin I’m here?” you plead. His voice sounds familiar, maybe you bumped into him once long ago.

“Listen, sweetheart, I think I would know if fucking Y/N Y/L/N was at my door,” you roll your eyes at this.

“Oh I’m sure you would. Now let me up,” you demand.

“I’m good, thanks,” he tells you. At this point you’re not sure if you should give up or what. You’re beginning to wonder if this was all just some joke from the start. Robin would pretend to befriend you and just as soon as you had hope she would take that away from you. She didn’t seem like the kind of person to do that, but you never really know a person's true intentions until it’s too late. Just as soon as you were about to lose all hope you hear Robins voice come on,

“-seriously, why would you think it’s ok to do that? Y/N you still there? You can come on up, my friends an ass,” she tells you nicely. Your breathing steadies and your excitement returns. You get buzzed in and make your way up to apartment 3B. As you walk up you start trying to place where you’ve heard that guy's voice before. It sounded so familiar, you were sure you knew him.

You find Robin's apartment quite easily and knock on the door 3 times. You can hear her talking inside and it sounds like she's reprimanding the guy who thought it was funny to mess with you.

“I hope you’re ready to apologize to her, god you can be so annoying sometimes,” she says as she's opening the door for you, “Y/N oh my god I’m so sorry about my friend. I was in my room and I told him to let you up, I promise, but he decided to be a menace to society today,” she rambled while gesturing for you to come in.

You entered her tiny foyer and she gestured for you to take your shoes and jacket off. You couldn’t get too good of a look at who all was in her living room waiting for movie night, but you could tell there was a pretty good sized group.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” you assured her. She leads you into the living room to introduce you to her friends.

“I think we’re just waiting for Steve, he’s out getting the pizzas and then-”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“What the hell are you doing here?”

You say at the same time as none other than your ex-boyfriend, Eddie Munson.

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