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"God, I'm actually invested"

Real Life--

"And I wake up in the middle of the night," i strummed the chord progression, adding space for the unwritten lyrics, "'cause youre not here."

The time on my phone read 2:43 am and the recording ran below; I should be asleep, but the memory of him kept me awake.

The cool night brushed past my cheeks. It was a typical warm night in Canada, even warmer inside the bar. My friends and I found a table on the back patio, tucked under thick greenery and fairlights that glimmered like the stars above. As the night ticked by, our table got quieter and quieter as everyone slowly left; somone had a flight to catch, a partner waiting on them, an early morning audition, ect., ect. until I was left alone. It wouldve made sense to turn in and get some sleep, but I couldnt tear myself away from the scenery.

My glasses was half empty when a voice cut through my thoughts, "anyone sitting here?"

I looked up to see a guy who seemed to fit the tall, dark, and handsome stereotype with perfectly styles black hair and a soft smile, "its all yours."

"I'm Hudson," he reached a hand out and I took it happily. I liked the sparkle in his eye.

I sign and end the recording, it helped put some more pieces into place but I was still missing a bridge, still not accepting all of the thougths swirling in my head. In my head...

It's my first night back in NYC since my canadian aventure, but it all feels different. The traffic noise and bright lights seem quiter, brighter. I picture my own trip home, and suddenly a soft smile from the bar creeps in...

I scribble down the lyrics quickly while softly singing them to the tune I worked out, "in my head / you're in the car and / you get to my door." The jump start was all I needed; suddenly memories washed over me. I pictured our quick banter across that quiet bar table, him walking me back to the hotel, the exchaging of numbers, and every dark haired guy I hoped was him for the rest of our trip. On that random page in my journal, a whole song took shape and I scribbled "Risk" is messy letters on the top.

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Real Life--

Hudson sat across from me, surrounded by dark red brick and illuminated by the sunlight from the front windows. What nether of us notice is we've been sitting across from one another for almost 3 hours without a care. This is nice, he is nice. And genuine. And funny. And interesting. And cute. And-

"Whatcha thinking about," he asks. We lock eyes and I feel a warmth was over me, bringing an honest answer out.

"Does this count as a good first date?"

Without hesitation he says, "yeah it does."

"Why?" Ismile.

"Because I forgot I was trying to impress you." We hold eachothers gave from across the table, not rushing to do or say anything. Just being present as Y/N and Hudson.

"Privacy sign on the door / And on my page and on the whole world"

Real Life--

Somewhere deep inside Taylor Swift's home I curled into a vintage couch, It was a chilly nights after smaller charity event. Big names have floated in and out of the room all nights, checking in, bringing drinks, taking a break from the booming speakers; but myself, Jack Antonoff, and Pheobe Bridgers took permanent residency in the quiet.

"I'm telling you, that albums a breakup record," Pheobe argued. I tear my eyes away from the friged pillow I zoned out on, realizing I had no clue what album they were even arguing over. That seemed to be my theme for tonight: desperatly try and act like my normal self while pathetically drowning in love. Husdon and I haven't been in the same city in far too long and it started to weight on me. It was riddiculous, I'm a musician who goes on tours and private writing trips, its never bothered me to be away from a partner before. Until now. And I'm terrified.

"It's all branding," jack responded. All the albums spoken about tonight flipped throughout my head, "Y/N back me up." Shit.

"I think..." I paused no album had been notably a break up record, "people hear what they need to."

"Such a songwriter answer," jack scoffed but smiled. He saw both sides of the bussiness, sometimes I'd argue thats a curse.

Pheobe studied me, "you're somewhere else."

"Am I that obvious?"

"Only to the people who know you," thank God for Pheobe Bridgers. I opened my mouth with an attempt to explain, but my phone interuppted. Thrown on the coffee table, the ringer cut through the quiet and a photo of Hudson illuminated the screen. I felt my mouth curl into an involuntary smile.

Jack and Pheobe shared a look before he started, "don't tell me thats him."

I was already standing, pulling the jacket tighter over my shoulders, "I'll be right back." I didn't hear their chuckled as I made a beeline for the grand glass doors at the back of the room. Outside, the still air felt suffocating.

That was until a soft, "Hey rockstar," cut through it.

"Hey babe! What's up?"

"Press is done! I'm offically free!!"

I giggle at the pure excitment and relief in his voice, "freedom looks good on you."

"So do you," oh! Someones bold tonight.

A laugh bubbled from my chest; a real laugh, not the rehersed ones I've been giving all night, "I miss you."

"Yea, me too," we settle into a comfortable silence. I hear the barely there music from inside, some people laughing around the front of the house, and Hudson's slow breathing. God he's so close, but so far. All of the sudden, the door next to me opens and Jack and Margret Qualey wave goodbye as they exit. In the few seconds it took the door to close, a loud laugh rang through the night, "where are you?"

"After party at Taylor's," I answer with a sigh.

"Taylor as in Swift?! I don't know if I'll ever get used to your friends literally being stars," we both giggle, "you having fun?"

"Not really."

"You wanna come here?"

In a moment of bravery I answer "yes."

Silence fills the call, "you're serious."

"I can be on a flight tonight," I pause, worried I went too far.

"I can be at the airport to pick you up," I smile to hard my cheeks hurt.

The rest of the night turns into a blur of goodbyes, Detla bookings, and getting shot a knowing look from Pheobe behind the group of people who now surround her.

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user2 this was NOT what I was expecting today

user3 and theyre watching HR?? Whoever he is with is more secure than me bc wdym our romantic night ends with me watching you get cracked by a russian hockey player??

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Real Life--

"You're a bear?" I question holding up a small stuffed bear, wearing a custome made Shane Hollander jersey. It was sicking out of a half open bag he left sitting by the door.

"It was a gift from a fan," he smiles, "the show has picked up quite a following."

I turned the bear in my hands, "they're very talented." He nodded to my statment and went back to setting up the couch for our watch night. I took the time to walk into the makeshift office he had set up in his apartment. Lots of the space was taken up by a place for self tapes, but I noticed he had a couple of shelfs with various decor pieces: photos from his prevous works, old scripts, and a fake plant. My eyes stopped when I came across a pristine baseball cap with my signature stiched across the front. It is one of my favorite merch pieces I've ever sold and he owned it. I tuck the Hollander bear right next to it.

"You ready?" Hudson calls from the other room. I give the scene one last smile before heading back to the living room.

~~

"Falling asleep on me are we?" Hudson softly chuckled. We'd finished the newest episode of Heated Rivarly and some new movie, my eyes were getting heavier and the walk to his room seemed impossible.

"Yup," I joke, snuggling closer to his chest, "night bear."

I felt him stir below me, so I lifted my head. He was staring down at me with sparkling eyes and a tired smile, "did you just call me bear?"

"Maybe."

"It that a thing now?"

"If you want it to be," I offered suddenly getting shy. I tried to lay my head back down and avoid his gaze, but Hudson gently turned my face back to his and sat up.

"Yes," he smiled, "I want it to be." Then he kissed me in a way that rivaled whatever him and Connor had come up with.

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"I hate to look at your face and know that we're feeling different"

Real Life--

It's too hot in my bedroom, too still. I'm lying on my back, listening to Hudson scroll through TikTok; I open my own app and hope for the distraction. It's been a solid 30 minutes of opening and closing numerous apps to fight off the ugly, black insecurity swirling in my head.

Turns out, that was a futile effort. Two videos in and I see an edit of Hudson and Sophie Nelisse; clip after clip of them looking like the picture perfect couple. Classy, elegent, polished. I can't be mad, we both agreed to keep this private so its no surprise fans would shamelesly pair him with female costars. Yet, I blurt out, "people really like you with her."

"Who?" Hudson asks, rolling onto his side so he is closer to me. A small part of me felt better, he's right here with you. I turned my screen towards him and let the edit play. Hudson frowns, "oh... that's not..."

"I know," I cut in quickly, "I promise I know."

I stare ahead, praying for him to come closer. I should've planned that better, hell plan that at all. I should've just asked him to move closer, should've just scrolled passed the edit and the others shipping him with Connor. I should look at him now rather than staring ahead. I choose wrong and do nothing.

Hudson keeps his gaze locked onto the side of my face for a few long moments. I can tell he's unsure whether to lean into me further or give me some space. He chooses wrong and does nothing.

~~

It is suffocatingly dim in this bathroom. I look at the deep yellow lights around me and feel a yearning for the loudness outside of these doors. I'm currently dressed head to toe in the most put together gown I've ever seen. Gracie Abrams insisted I come to the Golden Globes with her and Paul, so she wouldn't be "out of place and alone." The couple managed to find someone Paul was friendly enough with to get them to bring me in as a date, poor guy I should really remember his name.

Hudson is here too, in an elegent white top, matching blazer, and black pants. He fit in so well and looked like he always belonged. Me? I was a mess. Not literally, I can see that clearly. Look back at me in the mirror now is my face, with perfect eyeliner and a face that was airbrushed on. I missed my smudged look. My dress was perfect too, a white satin like material with small black detailing. I matched Hudson enough to make us both giddy.

I start to cry when the door swings open, "Hey- are you ok?"

I whip my head to see Gracie, picture perfect and fitting in perfect all night. I wish I could hate her, "you are perfect."

"What?" She questions. She's now made her way over to me and is gently cradling my head, careful not to mess up the ballerina bun styled there.

"You are just so perfect, in here, out there, hell everywhere. I'll be lucky if I can ever pretend to feel normal."

"Aww baby," she coos, "you are perfect out there. You fit into the scene like a glove."

"Maybe," I contemplate, "but I feel like a poorly made puppet who jokes too loud."

"Maybe we've gotten some looks, but I promise the tables around us just have a stick up their ass," she jokes. I can't help but giggle.

"I guess."

"Don't guess, know!" She exclaimed turning to walk into a stall, "take a minute, because when we're done we're showing all those stuck up actors how musicans do award shows!"

I laugh and agree, but deep down the feeling never goes away. I'm loud, I don't do stuffy award shows, and I definitely don't look like I belong.

~~

The bright sun is slightly dimmed as it shined through the tinted windows. I was dropping Hudson off at the airport; he landed a brand new role but would be relocating to Japan for an extended time. I was beyond proud of him, but that dark, cruel feeling inside spread.

"I hate that I feel like this," I sigh, "I'm happy for you, promise. But I just feel..."

"Like what?"

"Like I'm competing with something I can't see," I admit. People always describe getting something off your chest as a relief, but I feel like crying, "your job. Your life. My job. My fans. Expectations."

My voice cracks as I pull into a parking spot. Hudson unbuckles and leans over to hold me. Its awkward and honestly makes me feel worse. I stop struggling and go quiet for a moment, "And?"

"And the version of me that doesn't exist."

"You're not competing," he whispers into my hair. I know he means it.

"I know, that's the worst part," I yank out the bun I carefully styled. It looked like those classy actress papparazzi photos, but who am I kidding. We sit there while I calm down. Neither of us know how to fix this, so we sit until its time for him to go, then we walk inside hand in hand.

~~

The venue smells like beer, sweat, and dust. I can already feel it sinking into my clothes, I love it. It's a much smaller venue than I expected DJO to still be playing at, but I can't say I'm mad. I scan the room, Finneas and I are standing in a makshift VIP section DJO's team hooked us up with, and take notice of all his fans packed into the small space.

The lights dimming breaks up my train of thought, all praises I have for his fans are replaced with the opening chords of "Awake." It hits like a pulse deep in my chest. This is home; a dark room, loud music, sweaty fans, and no expectations to feel anything other than electrified. "Basic Being Basic," "Gap Tooth Smile," "Fly," and many more songs blur by. I try in vain to keep up with all of the loyal DJO fans, but they make it impossible. By the time he starts "End of Beggining," my shoulders are loose and my head is waving wildly in the air.

"Another version of me, I was in it / I wave goodbye to the end of beginning," DJO sings out.

You don't feel like this in his world.

Woah.

I feel the pit in my stomach open up, I didnt mean to let that thought slip in. It's not cruel, or dramatic, but I don't want it. But then again, when I imagine Hudson's award shows, and fancy quiet dinners I can't help but agree.

Around me the song crescendos and all I can focus on is, "you take the man out of the city, not the city out the man."

Our break up won't be panic, it'll be relief.

That scares me even more.

~~

The night passed in a blur, and I know it's my own selfishness that drove me to end up here, in some NYC resturant, with Joe Keery. Part of me is desperatly trying to see how he handles the two worlds, but some deep part of me wants to live in the loudness he just created on stage.

"You survived," Joe comments.

"Barely, you were so loud."

"I try," he looks down before continuing, "you disappear into shows like that."

"Only place I can get my brain to shut up."

"You belong in rooms like that, by the way. Rooms where it's too loud to pretend to be anyone but yourself."

I look down and start playing with my ring, "no one pretends at concerts."

"What?"

"No one pretends at concerts," I say louder, "no one has energy. Musicans are too lost in their craft to worry about a front that doesn't fit, and the fans they're too into the show they're waited months for to waste a second with an act."

"You have a tour soon, right? It seems like its time to get back in the saddle," Joe says, moving around th booth to get closer to me.

"Be careful, you'll give me ideas," I whisper to him.

"I'm very good at that."

I notice how much closer he's gotten to me and clear my throat, "this isn't weird, right?"

"Nah, its just dinner," he sits back into the booth, "unless you want it to be something else.

I can feel the storm inside me rumbling, my "old" life that feels like it happened 10 years ago is rushing back quickly, "I don't know what I want yet."

"Then we won't name it," he barely locks his eyes with mine, "it's so stuffy in here. Wanna leave?" A small smile breaks out on my face.

We split the check and walk out together. My head is spinning while we explore the city that never sleeps.

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Real Life--

The strings of Finneas's guitar sing as he tunes the instrument; I decided his current song needed an acoustic guitar in the background. He doesn't even look up when he says, "You've been staring at the wall for a while."

"I like the wall," I reply, too deep in my own mind to come up with something better.

"You hate the wall. Always say the color is to sterile for a studio."

I sign and lean back into my chair, "I think I'm ruining something good."

The plucking stops and I see his head raise, "ok. Start there."

"I love him, with my whole heart. But lately, it feels like I'm always catching up," I rub my face with my hands, "I'm desperatly trying to catch up to his life, his world. I can't even fathom introducing him into mine when I'm such an outsider in his."

Finneas nods and ponders my words for a moment. Eventually he says, "That's not nothing, but..."

"I know," I finish, "I hate that I'm insecure. I hate comparing myself to the headlines and the fans and the versions of him that aren't real. And I hate that I can't click with his world; with the audtions, and filming, and press. It's so far from me."

"You're allowed to feel weird about dating someone in a different career. And you're allowed to be thrown off about dating someone the internet thinks that they own," he speaks slowly.

"I don't wanna be the reason things get heavy."

"You are not a burden for having feelings and insecurites; but Hudson needs to know. Always playing catchup is not love, its endurance."

"I don't want to lose him," I confess, barely above a whisper.

"And you won't, but you need to be honest. Y/N, you deserve so much and forcing all this inside prevents that. I've known you as long as you've been in this industry and I've seen you shrink yourself to fit into other's lives more comfortably. Let this be the relationship that fixes that, be yourself now."

~~

The phone rings exactly three times before I hear the line connect.

"Hey! You caught me between things," Hudson chips.

"Yeah," I looked at my watch, it's noon in Japan right now. "I figured."

There's a long pause, then, "What's going on?"

"I don't belong in your world," I say with an exhale. Theres a stretch of silence where Hudson is trying to process my words, "Everything around you is so finished, so polished. Every story is already decided."

"That's the job," he says confused, "but you don't need to be like me."

"Hud, I'm loud, I'm messy," I struggle to hold back a sob, "I show up to places with chipped nail polish and lyrics written on stolen napkins."

"That's what I love about you and Y/N I'm not asking for you to change."

"I know," I snap. I take a deep breath before continuing," but someone will. I see the rooms you exist in and I'm too much. Too loud, too unfiltered..."

There's an immposisble stretch of silence. I hear shuffling on the other end of the line and then a door quietly click close. Below me, late night NYC traffic continues its noisy musical, "I wish you'd told me."

"I didn't want to sound ungrateful."

"For what?"

"For not feeling like your love is enough."

Hudson lets a shakey breath slip, "so what are you saying? Are you breaking up with me?"

"I have no choice."

"What about us?"

The words get stuck in my throat and my tears freely fall now. Come on L/N, "I love you. We love each other. That doesn't fix incompatible lives. I need to get back to me."

"I need you," he chokes through sobs. I don't move to say anything, I don't even know what to say. Hudson starts again, "so this is it?"

"For now at least," I offer.

"Goodbye."

"Bye."

~~

It's been hours since our phone call ended. Half an hour ago I got a text from Hudson, just a small "you still have your drawer." It broke my heart to see him still care, still want me. It broke my heart even more to know I still cared too.

As the night ticked by into early morning, a page of my notebook filled up:

"...And dow the road, you will love me until you resent me... what if I'm not worth the time and breat I know you're saving... I hate to look at your face and know that we're feeling different... and part of me wants you back, but I know it won't work like that..."

It's all a mess that kind of resembles a song, if you really squint. I fill in a few in betweens, but it all feels empty without a bridge. I sigh and lean against the side of my bed. Around the room, I can see him. His shirt draped over my chair, a chunk of my closet filled with clothes that aren't mine, and what hurts the most are 2 pairs of matching sneakers. His larger ones propped up against mine. I think back to Hudson's place, I'm pretty sure I left even more. Hundreds of more ways to trace back to me. My guitar and my heart grow into one, and suddenly I've bleed out:

"I'll open up / I'm thinking everything you wish I wasn't / The call was tough / But you're better off, I'm being honest / So you won't stop / Holding out for me when I don't want it?/ Just brush me off / Cause I'm your ghost right now, your house is haunted"

Off to the side of thr page I scribble, "u know it won't work", before crawling into bed and crying until the sun rises.

"I was thinking I could fly to your hotel tonight"

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user1 and not even half an hour after this was posted new papp photos released of them fighting again and on the phone crying to someone

user2 we can never have nice things can we??

user3 can we please bring back the bear era of soft posts, happy Y/N, and sappy love songs

user4 girl gtfo with that boring ass energy

user5 lmao i love how the fandom is so divided on this issue

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IRL--

The hotel lobby is all polished stone and glass, it all feels too clean, too relfective. All of the sudden, my worn converse and wrinkled clothes feel out of place. A ding from room catched my attention and out of the elevator walks Hudson, his hair has grown out and he looks broader.

He looks up and we hold eachother's gaze, and just like our first date we became just Y/N and Hudson. I almost chuckle at the absudity of it all, he made me feel less out of place with just a look.

"Hey," he whispers stepping forward. Hudson stops abruptly, not assuming acess and that restrait almost breaks me, "you're really here."

"I am," the lobby around us hums. Mummurs of English, Japanese, and other languages float around us, the instramental music plays from the speakers, and luggages wheels scrap against the floor.

"You ready to," Hudson gestures back to the elevator, I nod and allow him to lead me to his room. When we get there, he holds the door open for me, just like he always did.

And in just a few minutes, its over. Our first moment is over and I don't feel fireworks but a calm sense of hope.

~~

Several hours and a delicous dinner later, Hudson and I are walking along the glowing streets of Kyoto, it was the perfect night. We were able to catch up, filling the space between us with stories about tour and his project.

"As much as I hoped, part of me thought I'd never see you like this again," he confesses.

"I didn't either, but I finally stopped running."

"From me?"

"From me," i take a deep breath in, "I didn't immedatly click with your world. So instead, I decided I needed to change myself, and when that didn't work I let my insecruties get the better of me and bailed. Hudson, I'm so sorry."

"You never had to do that," that understnading hurts worse than if he'd just yell at me.

"I messed up after we broke up."

Hudson chuckles, "I know. You're not subtle."

My cheeks warmed up and I looked down in embarrassment, "I thought what I wanted was unpolished, but I really just wanted something that I didn't need to try for."

"And now?"

"I want something real. Something hard. Something that involves you."

Hudson instictivly reaches for my hand but stops halfway. My hand shoots out to grab his, "I'll meet you wherever you are."

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user1 BEAR IS HUDSON FREAKING WILLIAMS?!?!?!

user2 LIKE THE STAR OF HEATED RIVALRY?? Y/N why have you kept him hidden for so long??

user3 my bisexual ass has been simping over thier relationship without realizing it for months

user4 goodbye messy Y/N

user5 it was fun to while you lasted

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iMessages--

your face was everywhere.

billboards, ads, coffee places with drinks named after you, like crash & cream, which was trending purely for how ridiculous the name sounded. your voice was on every damn radio station, and your chaotic tour moments were being memed hourly.

you hadn’t expected this after one little album. you thought maybe a few gigs, maybe one cool article in a local magazine if you were lucky. but one sold-out small stadium turned into two… then seven. then an international leg. and suddenly, your messy eyeliner and even messier attitude were headline material.

before all of it, you were just like any weirdo in high school, where they either talked shit about you or talked behind your back. there was nothing wrong with it, somehow, it made it easier to concentrate on the music that was trying to understand you instead of trying to belittle you into an office job. you had like, maybe three friends? you tried to start a band with them, but they were far smarter than you, and so you let go of the idea of being a four-man band because they deserved more than just a maybe.

you locked yourself into the music room during lunches, that’s where you recorded that first song you put on soundcloud, and the calls started not long after.

this guy on the phone couldn’t have been older than you. he went on and on about how the label he was calling for loved your voice and the raw emotions in the lyrics, and that- then you hang up. because it must have been a joke.

but then they called again, then again, and again.

the last call was maggie, and she wasn’t nice about it. she said this is that once-in-a-lifetime chance that not a lot of people get, and if you are gonna be this fucking rude about someone giving you a chance, then she is going to come to your house to knock some sense into you. laughing in her face, you told her to try a letter next time because you weren’t a phone person.

“told you i don’t do mornings.”

“you also said you don’t do emails, calls, or opportunities, apparently,” she fired back, brushing past you into the house like she’d lived there for years. “now sit down and shut up.” she fucking showed up at your doorstep before your first day back, in some last minute college you picked blindly, with a thick-ass contract and promises that would make a victorian child have a stroke.

that was the moment you had gone from sneaking out for open mic nights and couch surfing to penthouse suites and interviews in a language you barely understood. all the eyes on you, the flashes of cameras, the loud screams calling your name were all the addictive parts of being famous. 

as everything, it also came with rules though, managers breathing down your neck, pr nightmares, and now settlements.

look, the mic stand slipped, okay?

that groupie was in the way when he jumped on stage and tried to get his sweaty hands on you. it wasn’t your fault he scared you, and the stand hit his shin, then went viral. theeeeen it ended up in a lawsuit.

the label freaked out. maggie, now your manager, freaked out harder, and the clean-up crew didn’t even want to look at you or involve you in what they were going to do for ’damage control’ and ‘image strategy.’

naturally, the solution to you being ‘too unfiltered’ was to handcuff you to someone media-trained and unproblematic.

before all of it came crashing down on you, you were enjoying some fluffy, white sheets at the hotel you were staying in before flying back home. they were amazing, and you seriously considered sneaking them into your suitcase without getting billed for grand theft linen. lying between them, scrolling through your phone, they gave just enough support to keep your back from screaming after a whole day of doing absolutely nothing.

it was rare downtime in the middle of a schedule packed with last minute after tour signings.

just as you finally forced yourself to rise from the cloud-like cocoon to raid the mini fridge, there was a knock- then another, more impatient.

you groaned. “of course.”

slamming the fridge door shut, you dragged yourself to the door, loosely tying the robe hanging lazily around without covering anything. “a second!” you yelled, half-asleep, half annoyed. slippers on, hair finger-combed, you barely glanced in the mirror by the door. no makeup, hoodie messy hair- but it was just maggie. she had seen worse.

you opened the door.

“maggie!” you half shouted, seeing her standing there in her sharp-ass pencil skirt and blazer, phone in hand like always, glasses halfway down her nose.

she didn’t even flinch, eyes glued to her screen.

you tapped her arm, like a magician getting someone out of hypnosis. “earth to maggie?”

“you made me wait, now you wait sweetheart.” the older woman brushed your hand off from her arm, putting her phone away in her bag and then smoothing her dress out like she was about to pitch to an investor. you leaned against the doorframe, one brow raised, never mind the petname that you despised. “what’s up? you look like you’re about to ask me to cover up a murder.”

she pointed down the hall. “this is jenna ortega. she’s going to be your fake girlfriend for the next few months.”

your jaw dropped slightly. “wait. i’m sorry…. what?!”

into frame walked a shorter girl with headphones slung around her neck, hoodie zipped halfway up, hands in the pockets of her jeans. her vibe screamed not here for this, and somehow, still managed to look like a movie poster.

“it’s nice meeting you, y/n.” she said, offering a hand and the smallest nod of politeness. her voice was calm, almost bored, like she was reading off a script. she didn’t even blink.

you blinked enough for both of you.

“this is oddly undramatic and worrying at the same time,” you muttered, shaking her hand. you didn’t know if you were being punked or if the label had officially lost its mind.

Sometimes you would hook up and fool around in abandoned places, semi-public spaces like a movie theater, a party on the couch, and even a spot at Lovers Lake. There was a great lookout, and other couples would go too and hook up in cars. Going to Lovers Lake in Eddie's van, of course, you would have your fun, and one time you even saw Chrissy in her pink sports car with Robin of all people. Then other times, you and Eddie would hook up with other women together, having threesomes, and it was always a good experience, with thankfully no drama.

Eventually, Hawkins Hell raisers and Corroded Coffin got a golden opportunity to tour and travel the country, even Canada. Of course, you and Eddie agreed to this and wanted to rock the world. On a co-headline run together, you left for tour with Billy and Steve as the bodyguards. The tour started in Indianapolis at the Old National Centre and ended in Los Angeles at the Roxy.

He was determined to make this tour super special, and he loved to pamper you, getting you your favorite chocolates, flowers, and sweets. You were even given an extra set of Eddie's red guitar pick necklaces and one of his skull rings for good luck when performing. Sometimes you even borrowed Eddie's rock and metal band tees. Of course, he loved seeing you wear every one of them, especially his favorite Metallica tee and his favorite Motorhead one.

Sometimes he even let you wear his Dio denim vest. You looked perfect in it in Eddie's eyes. When you were all alone in hotel rooms and on the tour bus together and cuddling, he liked to see you wear a pair of his boxers and nothing else. You would watch horror movies together and listen to music to fall asleep. On the nights you spent on the tour bus, you would have sung along and played acoustic guitar together.

Even though Eddie got panties and thongs and bras thrown to him onstage, he only wanted your bras and panties to keep. Nothing came in between either of you, and not even a one-night stand with a groupie could change things. Together, you would agree on the girl and have the time of your life with her. First, you would have some liquid courage and then do whatever came naturally.

On tour, you packed the best lingerie you had, and Eddie bought some for you, too. You would vintage shop for rock shirts, vinyl, movies, and antiques. Even with Eddie on tour you still thought it was missing something- a cute pet. On a day off, you convinced him to go and adopt a kitten together.

With the kitten now on tour, you name her Ozzy. She makes the tour so much more interesting and fun. She was given lots of toys and had her own cat house on the tour bus.

You blew away the crowd every night together, especially when you performed together. The fans loved it so much. Eddie had a big surprise for you, too, on the tour, since you had been dating for over 5 years. He planned to give you the best proposal ever.

The night of when you were in Vegas together and at the casino with friends, he got down on his knees proposing. Of course, you said yes, and everyone there, especially Gareth and Jeff were so happy. It was the best, especially when he got down on one knee and opened the box, revealing a ring with skulls, crystals, diamonds, and your birthstone.

You decided to get married the next night before you left Vegas for Los Angeles. The theme for the wedding was Halloween. Robin and Steve were there at the most metal reception ever with the rest of Corroded Coffin, your best friend, Billy, and all of your band mates.

It was the best wedding with punk rock vows, an Elvira impersonator, chocolate cake, and you and Eddie dressed as the Joker and Harley Quinn. The wedding had an Elvis impersonator as the wedding singer, but it was rock n roll, Elvis. You took tons of photos and videos at the wedding, and Uncle Wayne even showed up to surprise you both.

After the wedding you had the reception, and it was everything you could ever want, especially the dancing with Eddie and the amazing food and even more incredible company. That night you had a show, and it was the best of the tour yet. Eddie told the audience about the wedding and his marriage, and everyone loved it.

The tour ended strongly two days later in downtown Los Angeles/Hollywood. You performed at the Roxy and loved the incredible crowd energy as you played your heart out. The honeymoon was after, and you flew to Hawaii together to the island of Molokai and then Kauai for it. You bought plenty of souvenirs and had so many fun days at the beach together when you weren't surfing though you were sightseeing.

The cat was growing up so fast, and you decided to adopt with Eddie a dog you both could love, a small terrier named Toto. When you went on tour from then on, either Uncle Wayne or Robin would watch them. You went on to perform for such big artists. You opened for Joan Jett & The Blackhearts as well as Lita Ford, whereas Eddie opened for Sabbath and Metallica.

Out of all the tours you did nothing compared to the first tour with Eddie. Eddie was your soulmate and you were his. All the concerts you went to together were the some of the best concerts of your life.

Not only was Eddie your biggest muse and inspiration but he was your husband and biggest fan. Finally you had kids- twins and 2 girls together and when they were teenagers they formed an all girl rock band called The Devilish Angels. They played many shows and got their start with the school of rock school for kids and teens.

You were one big happy rock n roll family and you wouldn't have it any other way.

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