#divide stadium tour

[poweringthroughthis]

fever dream | nakamoto yuta

nsfw, mdni

pair: yuta x male reader

desc: Being an avid NCTzen for a while now, you can't believe the events that transpire once you finally get to attend the NCT concert in your country, and meet your biggest bias.

warnings: dirty talk, oral, anal s*x

It was most definitely a fever dream. Korean fans are truly lucky with how often they get opportunities to see their favorite artists perform live. The rest of us, on the other hand, check whether the name of our country has been included in the artist's list for the latest world tour, while we happily cheer them on from the confines of our homes. But as they say, good things shall come to those who wait. You never thought such a day would actually come but it has, and here you are, standing at the entrance of the stadium that NCT was set to perform at today!

For obvious reasons, your nerves were all over the place. You couldn't get rid of the giddiness no matter how much you tried to normalize the day mentally. In fact, the idea of soothing your nerves was what brought you here, at the venue.....four hours in advance. The entry gates were closed and security had barely begun overseeing the arrangements. As you took in the surroundings, two or three vans came to a halt in front of the gate. It didn't take much of a genius to guess the Neos had arrived. Your heart started ringing in your eardrums. You were about to see them in the flesh.

They were surrounded by bodyguards from all directions but you could see a comparatively relaxed formation of their security since no fans were here yet. You were admiring the boys from a distance as they came out of the vans in sweats, not wishing to misuse this opportunity and get in their personal space. Then you saw him, and your heart stopped for a second. Your bias, Nakamoto Yuta. He was absolutely ethereal. You almost missed his brief glance at you, chalking it up to your delusions. But it was hard not to faint when he asked the security guard something, pointing discreetly in your direction before he went in, trailing the other members.

The guard gestured you over but you were still somewhat confused. "Hey, you! You're here for the concert, aren't you? Mr. Yuta said you can wait backstage if you want to." Your eyes widened comically. Did you hear that right? You were afraid you were going to need CPR, this was a little too surreal for a random Saturday.

"um, but can I ask why?" you managed to croak out.

"Kid, do I look like I know that? Get in if you want to, or keep standing in the heat. I have work to do." he replied gruffly and you quickly entered the premises.

Finding the green rooms wasn't much of a hassle, with the halls being void of anyone and a door reading 'NCT 127' in ginormous font. The rooms must be divided based on subunits, you figured. The door made a creaking noise as you you shakily opened it and peeked inside.

Only one person was present, you couldn't see their face since they had their back towards you but it was easy to confirm by their hair color. It was Yuta. He seemed to be busy, either doing vocal warm ups or texting, but you had to clear this misunderstanding. "Hi? Um, I'm sorry if I'm interrupting but-"

"No, it's fine. You can come in." he turned around, smiling at you. He had a smile so radiant, you wondered how many hearts he had already captured with that smile alone. "I told the security to let you in."

"Uh, thanks? I think there has been a huge misunderstanding, I don't know you personally but you're free to correct me if I'm wrong." you replied, slightly more nervous now. He raised his eyebrow at that and motioned you to go on. "But, you're like a celebrity and I'm a nobody. I just want to make sure you're not mistaking me for someone else and you aren't in trouble or anything. It's okay if you need me to leave."

"Well, I've never met a 'nobody' before." he grinned, "You are very attractive, if I'm being honest. And you're welcome to stay as long as you want."

"T-thank you"

He was sitting on the sofa, the one closest to the door and he patted the space beside him, motioning you to sit down. You were unsure if that was appropriate, considering you had met the guy not even five minutes ago but it didn't feel right to deny.

"What's your name, cutie?"

"Uh, it's y/n"

"That's cute. Do you have any social media?"

"Y-yes."

"Let me follow you then, I don't really post but I'd like seeing pictures of you."

"Um, okay. If you want to, I mean." you were a stuttering mess, you couldn't believe this was happening. He followed your instagram handle, liking a few posts before following and you had never felt more self conscious in your life. You wanted to hide, you knew the pictures he was liking were all your cringey photos and selfies from your rare confidence boosts.

"Hey, are you shy around me?"

"Y-yes...sorry, this is really overwhelming. I've just been such a big fan for the longest-"

"A fan, huh? Tell me, is it a big turn off if I kissed you right now?"

You stared at him incredulously. "Um, well...I'm not sure if you're asking for my opinion."

"Oh, but I am." he smirked, moving closer. He had a hand placed on your thigh and his face was mere inches away. "What's the verdict?"

"No, not a turn off. Not at all." you said, barely above a whisper.

"Great. You're a sweet little thing if I've ever seen one." he said before closing the gap and capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. It was slow and sensual. He tasted like strawberry, probably because of the lip balm you thought.

Your hands went up to caress his face, and he placed his hands on your waist, bringing you even closer. You couldn't tell how much time had passed, the two of you were completely engrossed in each other. His hand trailed down to your ass and gave it a squeeze, eliciting a surprised gasp. You didn't want to, but you broke the kiss and stared at him.

"I'm not going to push you if you don't want this, I'd like to have your consent."

"I want it."

"Are you sure? We're complete strangers, you have no reason to trust me."

"I know, but I've had a crush on you for a long time. You can do whatever you want, honestly"

"Fuck, that's hot. I don't know how I'm gonna control myself, but I'm willing to try."

With that, he went back to kissing you. He started getting a little more aggressive with his movements, sucking your lower lip. He slowly trailed his tongue on your bottom lip, asking for entrance and you opened your mouth slightly, letting his tongue in. He was so experienced, you could only melt in his arms. You tried your best to keep up but were mostly overwhelmed. It was..your first steamy encounter, after all.

You broke the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting your mouths. Yuta stared at you with lust filled eyes, a smirk plastered on his face. "You're doing so good for me, kitten."

"I am?"

"Yeah, I'm going to make you feel good, so good." He got up and locked the door, turning back towards you and you realized that this was happening. He went back to sit next to you, bringing his lips back onto yours, his hands going under your shirt. You moaned softly as his fingers grazed your nipple. "You're so sensitive."

You broke the kiss. "Yuta, I'm a virgin."

He groaned and kissed your neck. "I can't believe I get to pop your cherry." He continued trailing kisses down your neck, his hands squeezing your nipples. Your hands roamed his back and shoulders, enjoying the way his muscles rippled under your touch.

"Take your shirt off, baby." He removed his own shirt, exposing his well built upper body. You felt yourself grow wetter just by looking at him. His body was truly godlike, his toned muscles glistening. You couldn't help but stare.

"You're so beautiful" he whispered. "You're going to look even more beautiful once I'm done with you." He started unbuttoning your shirt, taking it off completely and throwing it away. Your breath hitched, your body was exposed and Yuta was staring at it like a starved animal. He bent his head down and captured a nipple between his lips, licking and sucking, his fingers teasing the other. You were a moaning mess, the feeling was too much.

"Does it feel good?"

"Yes, god yes"

"Good. Tell me, have you ever touched yourself, baby?"

"Y-yes"

"And what were you thinking about when you did it?"

"You"

He groaned at that and pulled down your pants, along with your underwear. He kissed his way down from your chest to your thighs. His mouth was hovering over your dick and he looked up at you with a devilish smirk, "I'm going to suck you off, is that alright?"

"Please, I've never felt anyone's mouth down there"

"Good." He started by giving a tentative lick and you whimpered. He smirked and licked the underside, swirling his tongue around the tip. He slowly took the whole thing in his mouth and you threw your head back, moaning.

"F-fuck, feels so good"

He was bobbing his head, his tongue swirling around your dick, his cheeks hollowed. The feeling was incredible, you had never felt anything like it. You were bucking your hips and gripping his hair, trying not to cum.

"Cum in my mouth, baby"

And you were a goner. This was the craziest day ever. Yuta just said that to you. You wished you could replay the sound of that a hundred times over.

You came in his mouth, and he swallowed it all, moaning. He stood up and licked his lips. You were a panting mess, coming down from your high.

"You're such a good boy for me"

"M-more"

"Don't worry, we're not done yet"

He started undoing his belt, taking his pants off and throwing them aside. He was wearing a pair of black boxers, and his erection was evident. He pulled them down, his dick springing free and you were in awe. It was big, and thick, and you couldn't help but stare. He chuckled, "Like what you see?"

"Yes, it's so big"

"And it's all yours, baby." He stroked himself a few times, his precum leaking. "Are you ready, kitten?"

"Yes"

"Get on your knees." You obediently got down on your knees, facing away from him. He lined his dick with your entrance, rubbing it against your hole. You nodded. He slowly pushed the tip in, and it felt like your whole body was on fire.

"Fuck, you're so tight"

He grabbed your hips, and started thrusting, slowly. You were moaning and whimpering, the feeling was so intense. You had never felt anything like it. You were being stretched open, your hole being filled to the brim.

"Y-Yuta, faster"

"You like that, huh? You like my cock?"

"Y-yes, I love it"

He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming faster. "Thought you were innocent, baby. Who would have guessed you'd turn out to be such a slut."

"Fuck, Yuta!"

"That's right, say my name."

You were being pounded into the floor, and you were loving every second of it. He was fucking you so good, his cock hitting your sweet spot. You were moaning and whimpering, unable to hold back.

"Fuck, you're so sexy. I'm close."

He chuckled. "My sweet little angel, you can't get enough of me."

You were close to climaxing, the pleasure was so intense, you could barely think straight. You were a moaning mess, Yuta was grunting and breathing heavily. He was pounding into you, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

"After today, I'll make sure you keep coming back for more. Make you feel good, just like this. Gonna ruin you for anyone else. You'll be begging for my cock, and only my cock."

"Fuck, Yuta!" You cried out, nearing your orgasm, his dirty talk sending you over the edge. You could tell you wouldn't last much longer.

"I'll turn you into a dumb cock slut. I'll train you to take my dick in your ass every day. I'll fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk."

"Please, fuck me harder. Make me yours."

"You'll be walking to the concert ground funny. You'll be so fucked out, you won't be able to function. I'll make sure of that."

"F-fuck, Yuta!"

With that, you were both pushed over the edge, and you came, hard. Your vision went white, and your body was wracked with pleasure. You could feel him filling you up, his warm seed filling your ass as he pulled your head back towards him, neck straining as he sloppily kissed you.

You were both panting and spent. You had just had sex with the man of your dreams. He was still inside of you, and he was still kissing you. It was a passionate kiss, and you could feel his adoration for you. You were so lucky.

"You did so good for me, baby." He whispered. "Such a good boy for me."

You were too blissed out to reply. Your brain was not cooperating with the rest of your body, still in a state of euphoria.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

Yuta picked you up bridal style, taking you to the bathroom, your head resting on his chest. You had never felt so loved.

"Give me your number? I promise we can sneak off to a date whenever I'm off schedules. It won't be that easy, I know."

"I'd like that."

"It's a date then. I hope I didn't disappoint" he smirked.

"I should be asking that. I was a virgin."

"Baby, I'm happy you chose me. And if I may add, you were amazing. If not for the security standing outside, I'd have kept fucking you throughout the night."

"Oh god, please don't make me blush"

"I'll make it up to you."

And he did. The next concert stop, you found yourself on his bed, naked, being ravaged by him. And the day after that, and the day after that. Soon the two of you were something more, and neither person could have asked for more.

Maybe reaching the concert venue too early wasn't as stupid as you'd thought.

[daddyricsdoll]

The guy coming home to me ✭ Carlos Sainz

Summary: Investing in a F1 team in the middle of your worldwide tour was very outrageous and threw many questions at you. But of course they didn't know that you happened to date one of the drivers in the team, until a concert in Singapore.

Warnings: None, I know it's so different of me.

Word count: 0.7k

A/N: Based off of this request.

You try to ignore all the camera’s that surround you, never getting a break whether you're picking up groceries or attending a big sports event. The voices behind the camera’s ask you questions that all revolve around the same thing– Your new sponsorship with Scuderia Ferrari F1 team.

It had come as a surprise to nearly everyone as you were halfway through your worldwide tour and decided to shake hands with a team in a sport you secretly loved. But they didn’t know that, and they also didn’t know about your months-long relationship with Carlos Sainz, one of the two drivers for the team. 

The week of the Singapore Grand Prix had started and you had meticulously planned your concert in the same country and city as one of your favourite races.

So on the Thursday in which all the drivers did media work you sat in a stadium counting the hours until you could do what you love, with the person you love in the same premises. As you received free paddock passes they received concert tickets and tonight happened to be the day everything lined up.

It was a coincidence to people that glanced, but the ones that stared could have noticed it was more. Probably from the times I went to races and interacted with many people but disappeared with a specific someone or when my attention couldn’t be divided between both Ferrari drivers and stuck to one. The one with dark brunette hair and eyes that glisten the same colour. Full and plump lips that I enjoy against mine, compliment his smooth accent and delicate fingers that can show rough. 

Apparently Carlos had been scrutinised about it as well, but listening to his P.R had paid off and he slid out of the situation easily. Therefore when you asked him to attend one of your concerts he accepted but with the company of a few of his fellow drivers. It was under one hour until you were to get on stage and the driver’s decided to give you a little good luck. You greeted them all with hugs, one lasting longer than others but they didn’t notice.

“You gonna do something special for us?” Lando asks jokingly. 

“You gonna get a podium?” You ask in the same tone and manage to gain a chuckle from him. 

You have to cut your conversations short and run off for final costume and makeup touch ups before making your way on stage. But not without Carlos sneaking his way through and wishing you a more personal good luck. He captures your lips in his and then mutter’s a few words against your skin. “Good luck Cariño, but I already know you’re gonna do great.” And in the time he leaves to get seated you stand at the back of the stage waiting for your queue. 

It makes you beam at how the crowd screams when they capture your silhouette and even  better when you actually emerge on stage. Through every song, you catch a glimpse of Carlos, his eyes always on you. 

As it edges closer into the night you realise how fast time has gone by, in which you have reached your last song of this warm night–Karma. You put all of your last energy into this song moving from one end of the stage to the other.

As you reach the near end of the bridge you make your way to the end of the stage with your eyes stuck on Carlos’ it was more than obvious. “Karma is the guy on the tracks, coming straight home to me.” You point at him with a proud smile as red and yellow fireworks emit into the sky accompanied by the same colours of confetti and lights.

You continue singing but can’t hold back your laughter as the faces of everyone in the stadium alter, especially the drivers. They all start shouting and bunch around Carlos with wide grins on their faces, including hints of curiosity. Through the crowd you manage to catch a glance of Carlos and you couldn’t be happier with the expression he wears. His big smile as his friends jump around him and confetti covers them all. He catches your eye and mouths “te amo”, you mouth it back and let out a content sigh, happy that he is the guy coming home to you.

[hippiegoth97]

Roam Pt.2: Eddie Munson x Reader

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Description: Eddie and his band finish their first world tour, leaving three whole months for you two to spend some quality time together. And what better way to kick off your intimate time, than with an absolutely amazing Valentine's Day?

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: swearing, rockstar!eddie munosn, smut, female reader, mentions of drug use, alcohol use, anxiety, mentions of sexism and classism, mentions of sexual harassment, groping, use of a video camera, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, praise/light degradation, rough sex, squirting, dirty talk, consecutive orgasms, overstimulation

Word Count: 18.3k

divider by @xxbimbobunnyxx

Roam Pt.2

"Alright, we're gonna play our last song of the night. It's a special one I wrote for my wife. It's called "Fool for You"." Eddie says into the mic, met with cheers and whoops from the packed stadium. You watch from backstage, smiling as his eyes flick to you. "Y/N, this one's for you. I love you more than life itself, baby." He smirks in your direction, before strumming the first note to begin the song.

You've had your eyes glued to Eddie all night. You wait in the wings as he rocks hard on the guitar, delivering some of the greatest vocals in the industry, strutting around the stage with confidence and flair. He's such a showman at heart, always has been, and always will be. Even in the early days of Corroded Coffin, Eddie has given it his all with every performance. It's that commitment and passion that has gotten him and his band where they are today. And you admire the fuck out of him for it.

His tight leather pants and sweat-soaked muscle tee accentuate his perfect body as he sings, leaving very little to the imagination. You occasionally peek at the audience, finding many young women screaming and in tears over your sexy husband. You just smile at the thought, these chicks really think they have a single chance in hell with him. And sure, he gets real up close at times, putting his arms into the crowd to let them touch him. But it's all part of the act, and he doesn't have any interest in them whatsoever. He goes home with you, makes love to you, spends his every free moment with you.

Tonight is the final stop on the band's world tour. And you can't say you haven't been anticipating the end, so you can spend some quality time with your love. You've been on the road and on flight after flight for over a year now. It's been long, and grueling, and Eddie's exhausted, though he never shows it. But after tonight, you get three whole months to relax and recuperate before the band begins recording their third album.

He's been working tirelessly on the songs every night, scrawling notes, chords, and lyrics on napkins or scraps of paper when he can't locate his notebook. He's made sure that once the curtains are drawn, and the stage lights go out, there will be no interruptions of your special time together. Eddie has promised to give you every ounce of his undivided attention, and to shower you with expensive dinners, and spa treatments, and drug-fueled fucking. But, as amazing as all of that sounds, all you truly want is him.

Between press junkets, industry parties, and magazine shoots, Eddie's been remarkably busy. You get to come along for most of it, but he's unfortunately preoccupied with networking and dealing with shallow assholes to a point where you feel a little left out. Well, that is until said shallow assholes try to make a move on you. You don't entertain them for a single millisecond, but it's annoying to have creepy label execs and talent agents playing grabass at various mansions belonging to the likes of Ozzy Osbourne and Axl Rose. Eddie typically notices it happening, and nips that shit in the bud. But there have been a couple times where you had to sock one of the elderly bigwigs in the nose for trying to slip a hand under your dress.

Despite the obvious negatives of this lifestyle, you love watching Eddie and the others perform their hearts out night after night. This journey the five of you have embarked on has been mind-blowing. You've been able to see the whole world, and meet tons of amazing people. This whole experience, even from your second-hand point of view, is something to be cherished forever.

You notice the band is nearing the end of the song, and you watch as a couple tears squeeze their way from Eddie's eyes, smudging his thick eyeliner down his cheeks. Other than you, his true love is the stage. Performing means so damn much to him, and to know that it's over for now isn't easy. There will no doubt be another tour within a couple years time, along with award show performances and music festival sets. He loves sharing his music, his message, with the world. To have a connection like that with thousands of people is something he holds dear. He never thought he would get this far, and he is thankful for every last second of it.

A moment later, Eddie slams out the last few chords like his life depends on it. You can tell he's channeling his intense emotions into his guitar, trying to keep himself together. When he hits the final note, he falls to his knees as the sound splits the air. The crowd erupts with applause and cheers, and Eddie stays on the floor for a second with his chest heaving. He slowly stands, turning to look back at his bandmates. He beckons them to the front of the stage, and they leave their instruments to join him in a small line before his mic stand. He huffs a couple more breaths, throwing his arms over Gareth and Jeff's shoulders.

"I just wanna take a second to thank you all for bein' here tonight. This tour has been the shit dreams are made of, and we wouldn't be here without you, the fans. We can't wait to do this all again, whenever the fuck that'll be." He chuckles, still breathing hard. The others laugh with him, smiling wide as the high of performing rushes through their veins. "But until then, we've been Corroded Coffin. We love you, and goodnight, Amsterdam!" Eddie ends with a shout, hyping up the crowd again. Him and the others wave goodbye to the fans, and walk off the stage for the final time tonight. Eddie runs to you immediately, scooping you up into his glistening arms.

You shriek in surprise at his sudden actions, wrapping your arms around him to hang on. "You were amazing as always, baby. I'm so proud of you, my sexy rockstar." You smile, planting a messy kiss on his lips. His sweat transfers onto you, but you don't care. You notice his chest shuddering and hot tears meeting your flesh as you kiss. You pull away, having him set you back down. "Oh, baby. I know, c'mere." You pull him into your embrace, and he squeezes you hard as he lets out a few sobs. "I know, love. But there'll be more shows in the future, and you killed it every time." You comfort him, allowing him to feel everything that's been brewing inside him today. Ever since this morning, he's been on the verge of tears at the thought of the tour ending.

"Doin' alright, Munson?" Alex asks as the three guys approach you.

"He's taking it a little hard. He'll be okay." You reply, stroking Eddie's damp hair with your hand to calm him down.

"We kicked ass, man." Jeff says, and he and the others huddle around you in a group hug. Harmonizing sniffles can be heard in this bundle of bodies, and stray tears fall from everyone's eyes, it's a very heartfelt moment.

"Damn straight! And tonight was definitely our best so far." Gareth chimes in, slightly muffled in your huddle.

Eddie sniffs harshly, wiping his eyes as he pulls away from you all. "Ugh, sorry, guys. Shit got to me more than I thought it would!" He lets out a weak laugh, exhaling shakily to keep himself from breaking down again.

"Don't sweat it, man. It's been a crazy night. And I dunno 'bout you guys, but I'm ready to take a loooong siesta for three months." Jeff says with a tired grin, the adrenaline of performing quickly wearing off as you listen to the crowd file their way out of the stadium.

"I second that, we'd better get to the airport. It's a long flight back home." You reply, taking Eddie's hand. The others nod in agreement as you walk together. You gather your coats and bags from the dressing room, and say goodbye to the crew members. Your limo is waiting outside in the snowy night, with perfectly set heat and plenty of booze to warm you up. The air nips your nose, making you shiver in your fur coat. Eddie puts his arm around you as you walk through the private parking lot. You all slide into your respective seats, and you lay your head on Eddie's shoulder. He keeps you close, needing to lean on you to avoid more tears.

The driver pulls away once you're all situated, knowing exactly where to go to set you on your eleven-hour flight back to Los Angeles. "I just can't believe it's over, Y/N." Eddie says quietly, not wanting to disturb the others as they've already passed out from exhaustion.

"I can't either. It's been a crazy year and some change. But I look forward to us having some alone time for once." You giggle, thinking of all the things you're gonna do with him once you get home.

"I know it hasn't been easy for you to follow me on the road, sweetheart. But you have no idea how much I appreciate it. I don't think I could've made it through all of this if you'd stayed in LA." Eddie replies, turning your body to put your legs across his lap.

"I'm really glad I tagged along, Eds. We've seen the whole goddamn world! How many people get to say that? And I had to be here, I always cheer you on, baby. I'm your good luck charm." You say sweetly, laying your head on his chest as he holds you close. You resist the urge to fall asleep in his lap, knowing you'll have plenty of time to rest on the jet.

"That you are, darling." He presses a kiss to your hair, inhaling the scent of your expensive shampoo. He sighs at the sweet, floral notes wafting off the strands. It's become a comforting smell for him. "I love you, Y/N. So much." He whispers, choking back another batch of tears.

"I love you too, Eddie. I can't wait to be back home with you, in our bed, away from all the cameras and fangirls." You nuzzle against him, counting down the minutes until you can turn the world off for a while.

"Oh? But I thought that was your favorite part." He says sarcastically, drawing muted laughs from both of you.

"You're lucky I'm too tired to rant about how 'difficult it is being in the public eye'." Your tone is anything but serious, ending in a contented sigh as your eyes flutter closed.

"You fallin' asleep, love?" Eddie asks, concerned that this life is too much for you at times. You never complain, but he can tell the constant attention he and the guys receive makes you feel a bit forgotten about at times. He tries to remind you how much of a priority you are, buying you flowers at every tour stop, having at least one meal a week with just the two of you, fucking you silly whenever possible. But these things can only do so much, because at the end of the day, you aren't in the band.

You may tag along to events and meetings, but you're seen by others as Eddie's arm candy at best. You're sat in a corner with the other 'groupies', stuck having less-than-engaging conversations about how big your mansion is and what designers you wear, while the big boys do the 'real talking'. Said groupies don't ask you anything substantial, either. None of them even know you're on your way to publishing your first novel, which Eddie is immensely proud of. Not to mention all the assholes at said meetings and events, who think everyone's significant other is up for grabs at the right price. His stomach turns at the thought of how many sleazy people have offered him record deals, money, cars, drugs, among other things, for a 'night with your hot wife'. He shudders to think how many of his 'heroes' may have done such a thing to their own partners, in exchange for advancement in their careers.

"A little. I'm trying to wait 'til we get on the plane, though. Much as I love you, you don't make a very good pillow." You sigh, shifting uncomfortably in your spot. You're itching for a plush California king mattress, wanting to feel cool, satin sheets beneath your skin.

"Just a little bit longer, dollface. Then we can pass out in our seatbelts and wake up back in LA." He says soothingly, rubbing his hand up and down your back. You hum at the simple touch, letting your mind wander away from this conversation. You list off all the things you wanna do with Eddie inside your head:

1. Go to In-N-Out, I've been missing their chocolate shake and animal-style fries like no other.

2. Fuck, and fuck, and fuck.

3. Cuddle in bed and watch cartoons all day.

4. A long, hot bath with all the trappings. Candles, chocolates, fancy soaps, wine, and some heavy metal love songs on the stereo.

5. More fucking, obviously.

6. Cook a nice meal for Eddie, my famous lasagna.

7. Even more fucking, thank God for birth control.

By the time you finish your internalized list, the limo has pulled up to the runway where your jumbo jet awaits you. The lights outside are blinding when the door is opened for you to step out, waking the guys up from their nap. "Aw, fuck!" Gareth yelps, shielding his eyes.

"My apologies, sir. We have arrived at the airport." The driver says in a thick Scandinavian accent.

"No sweat, man. You're just doin' your job." Gareth replies, rubbing the sleep from his face. All five of you step out into the cold once more, quickly making your way up the steps into the airplane. The door is shut shortly after your bags are loaded in, closing you off from the outside world. The guys strap into their reclining seats, and Eddie pulls you along to your private bedroom for the final time for the next three months. You both plop onto the bed, melting into the soft mattress.

"Fuck, this bed has never felt so good." You groan, clumsily kicking off your shoes and removing your coat. You slide up the bed, getting into your safety belt. Eddie follows behind, clicking the metal buckle together for himself. You both lie down, pulling up the covers. "You ready, Eds? I know take-off is still a bit rough for you." You take hold of his hand, brushing your thumb across his knuckles.

"Baby, this plane could fuckin' explode at this point. I'm too tired to give a shit, I just wanna go home." He says, slightly whiny while his eyelids begin to weigh a thousand pounds. He's gotten a helluva lot better with his fear of flying. He barely even flinches anymore at every little bump or dip the aircraft makes during your journey.

"I feel that." You giggle, realizing you forgot to turn off the bedroom light. You groan aloud at the thought of getting up again. Eddie's about to ask what's wrong, when you force yourself upright and hop off the mattress to flick the switch. You return to your husband a second later, happily clicking yourself back in place.

"Thank you, I was thinking of doing that. But I honestly cannot get up." Eddie chuckles, pulling you over to spoon you through your seatbelts.

"No problem, babe. I don't think I can get up again until we land." You bring one of his hands to your lips, pressing a gentle kiss to it. Before you can say anything else, you hear Eddie's light snoring just behind you. He's out like a light, and you're barely hanging on to the waking world yourself. The plane is beginning to take off, and you knock out the second the wheels leave the ground. You don't wake up for about six hours, until the plane hits some minor turbulence. Your stomach drops when you feel the slight fall, but you settle back down after checking your surroundings to ensure everything is fine.

"Baby, we've landed." Eddie coos, gently shaking you awake once you've reached your final destination. It's still technically the middle of the night in LA due to the large time difference between here and Amsterdam. You really don't want to get up, needing at least another half a day to just pass the hell out. You whine at Eddie's words, rolling over in bed while bringing the blanket up to hide your head. "Sweetheart, we gotta go." He says, opting to scoop you out of your nest and carry you. He pulls away the blanket, undoing your seatbelt so he can pick you up.

"Ugh, Eds. I don't wanna move, I'm so fuckin' tired." You grumble, putting your arms around his shoulders all the while. He doesn't bother to pick up your shoes or fur coat, you won't really need them for a couple months. Someone will come by to pick up any belongings left behind and send them to your respective homes anyway.

"I know, darling. That's why I'm carrying you. You're a stubborn sleeper." He chuckles quietly, walking the both of you out to the main cabin in bare feet. The guys are waiting by the door, looking more exhausted and jet-lagged than they have all year.

"You're gonna go home like that?" Alex asks, quirking an eyebrow in your direction.

"Yeah, man. They'll send our shit over anyway, and Y/N needs her big, strong man to get her home safe." Eddie smirks, looking down at you nuzzling into him. You let out a sleepy noise or two, high in pitch and oddly cat-like. Oh, princess. You're melting my heart here, he thinks to himself.

"Whatever you say, dude." Alex laughs, finding your affectionate display rather adorable.

Eddie carries you down the stairs of the plane. The warm California air hits your skin as you disembark. You get into another limousine, and the guys are dropped off one by one at their individual homes. It's just you two now, making the long trip all the way to Beverly Hills. Being married to the frontman of the hottest metal band in the business certainly has its perks. The limo drives through the tall gate after it opens, trailing down the winding driveway until you reach the front entrance of your massive house.

The house, well, mansion, is truly something to behold. It's smaller than most in the area, but far be it from you to complain about a slight difference in square-footage. Especially when you live in one of the most well-known and coveted neighborhoods in the world. There's ten bedrooms and eight bathrooms, most of which are attached to said bedrooms. Marble flooring and countertops, state-of-the-art fixtures and appliances, an olympic-sized pool, and a full staff of maids, cooks, drivers, landscapers, etc. are just a few of the perks that Eddie's megastardom affords you. You take none of it for granted, but you're certainly comfortable. You've told Eddie before that you feel weird having people wait on you hand and foot all day, but he insists that you deserve to be spoiled.

That being said, you both make sure the staff are treated well and paid more than enough due to the size of the place. You know all of their names, and give them as much time off as you possibly can. You try your best to get to know them somewhat personally. You hate the idea of faceless servants running about the place, all while avoiding eye-contact or casual conversation. You find the concept of that creepy and demeaning. "We're home, Y/N." Eddie whispers, trying to see if you're awake.

"Okay. Can you carry me to bed, baby?" You ask, snuggling further into his warm body.

"No need to ask, sweetheart. I've got ya." He presses a kiss to your head. You hold on tight as Eddie carries you through the threshold of your not-so-humble home. He treks up the stairs and into the master bedroom, laying you to rest for as long as you want once he helps you remove your clothes. He climbs into bed after you, keeping you warm and safe in his arms. He gives you a few more kisses, this time to the back of your neck. You only half-feel them as you're pretty much asleep again. "Sleep well, princess. I love you." His words fall on deaf ears, your breath entering and leaving your chest at a slow, steady pace.

You don't wake up again until around 9am, having slept for at least twenty hours. A sliver of light peeks through your dark curtains, shining directly into your eyes. "Fuck." You mutter, turning over to look at the clock. You can't believe you managed to sleep for so long, and that you feel pretty well-rested on top of that. You sit up in bed, rubbing your eyes. Eddie's still sleeping soundly beside you. His face is buried in the pillows, and his limbs are splayed about clumsily. You notice a rolling cart sitting beside the bed, it must have been brought in by one of the cooks. You take a look at the contents, all of which make your mouth water beyond belief. There's muffins and scones, fresh-squeezed orange juice in a large pitcher, a chilled bottle of champagne, and two perfectly warm burgers, wrapped up in a paper you'd recognize anywhere. "In-N-Out, hell yeah." You smile, mixing yourself a boozy mimosa and taking one of the burgers to eat in bed.

"Mornin', my love." Eddie says from behind you, almost making you drop your glass.

"Jesus, Eddie! Don't scare me like that!" You shout, looking back to see him sitting up in bed. He's leaning back on his hands, his bare chest flexing as he breathes. A sleepy smile sits on his face, and his thick locks are an absolutely frizzy mess.

"Sorry, doll. Didn't mean to startle you. That smells good, though. You wanna pour me a drink and bring that other burger over here? I'm starving." He speaks sweetly, his stomach making hungry gurgles.

"Sure thing, hot stuff. How'd you sleep?" You set your glass down, picking up the empty one to make Eddie a drink.

"I slept alright, had some weird-ass dreams. But that always happens when I'm jet-lagged. Oh, happy Valentine's Day, by the way." He says with a laugh, knowing you've forgotten what day it is.

"Oh my god, is that today?" You ask, smacking your head at your forgetfulness.

"Did you really forget?" Eddie scoffs, his mouth falling open in exaggerated disbelief.

"No.....yes." You cringe. "I mean, I got you a present, but I can't believe I forgot about today. God, I'm a terrible wife." You groan, bringing the food over to the bed. You hand Eddie his glass and sandwich, plopping down beside him with your head hanging low.

"Don't worry about it, baby. I've got something planned that we'll both enjoy." He smirks, his tongue playing at the edge of his mouth.

"Oh? And what would that be?" You ask, dying to know what he's got planned.

"Oh...you'll see. I've got the whole day mapped out. Speaking of, we have a couples massage in..." He glances at the clock to check the time. "About an hour. So, we'd better eat up and grab a quick shower." He unwraps his burger to take a massive bite. He groans at the taste, his eyes rolling into his head for a moment. "Damn, I've missed these." He chuckles with his mouth full.

"Me too. Gina knows us well." You reply, taking a long gulp of your mimosa. You both continue eating, the messily strewn about blankets barely covering your bodies dressed in only panties and boxers. Eddie glances at your tits occasionally, but not in an ogling way. It's more so in admiration of your stunning beauty. You've been together for a very long time, and yet you both still feel that giddy honeymoon-phase sentiment towards one another. You've had your fair share of spats, but it's never anything you can't solve with a compassionate talk and some make-up sex.

You finish up your breakfast, enthusiastically hopping out of bed together to head into the shower. Eddie starts the running water, and you remove your lace panties. His breath hitches at the sight of your nude body, and you walk over to him nice and slow. Your hands meet his chest, and you roughly push him up against the bathroom wall. The cool tiles meet his skin, making him shiver. "Hey there, angel. Is there something you want?" He asks with a grin. You can already feel his erection poking against you, and you reach down to palm him through his boxers.

"I think you know exactly what I want, Eds." You say lowly, smirking at the groan he lets out as you squeeze him. You pull on the waistband of his underwear, yanking the fabric down his legs. His cock stands at attention, a small bead of precum forming on the tip. He kicks the garment away, bringing his hands down to grab your ass. You moan at his actions, pumping him in your hollowed fist.

"Can't wait for tonight, huh?" Eddie chuckles, though he realizes he'd be lying if he said he wanted to hold off himself.

"No, I can't. I need you, Eddie. We've barely fucked all week, and it's been so hard to keep my hands to myself." You bring your lips to his, hungrily shoving your tongue into his mouth. You continue to stroke his dick, winding him up. He moans down your throat, bringing a hand around to your front. He slips between your legs and feels how wet you are for him. Your arousal spreads on his fingers, which plunge into your pussy a moment after. "Fuck, baby. Let's not waste water, I think we're in a drought again." You say through a whimper, leading him backwards into the shower. The hot water soaks your bodies, and Eddie pulls away from you. He turns you around, pressing a hand on your back to have you bend over. You place your palms against the wall, waiting for him to push into you.

"We'll have to make this quick, sweetheart. The masseuses will be here soon." Eddie says, before shoving his length inside you. His thick inches fill you up perfectly, kissing your cervix. "Shit, so fuckin' wet for me." Eddie groans, taking a firm hold of your hips. He pulls almost all the way out, and then slams back in.

"Oh, god." You moan out as he brushes your g spot just right. "More, Eds. Please." You can't help begging, it feels like forever since the last time you had sex. Although, in reality it was only three days ago.

"You got it, angel." He breathes out, holding your hips even tighter. Eddie pulls back again, and begins fucking you at a rough yet steady pace. His dick thrusts into you swiftly and repeatedly, pushing you towards a rapidly building orgasm.

"Feels so good, baby." You praise, savoring every time his tip rubs against your sweet spot. His hand leaves your waist, smacking your ass. "Fuck." You groan at the pleasurable sting, wanting him to do it again. He anticipates your desires, switching hands to hit the other side. "God, I love it when you do that."

"And I love how much you moan for me, darling. Turn around." Eddie says, pulling out of you. You do as he asks, your back against the wall. He lifts your legs up, holding tight onto your thighs. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, and he rams his cock up into your pussy.

"Fuck, Eddie! Just like that!" You cry out, your mouth hanging open to release vulgar moans and curses. Your breasts bounce as he keeps it up, his eyes glued to them through the steam filling the room.

"Your tits look so good when I fuck you, baby." Eddie groans, lowering his head to plant messy kisses on your chest. It's hard to manage, given the speed of him thrusting into you, and the water making your bodies all slippery along with your sweat. He closes his mouth around your nipple, worrying the pebbled flesh with his teeth. You whimper at the sensation, finding your end is quickly approaching.

"I'm getting close, love. Go faster, harder. You fill me up so well." You egg him on, needing him to send you over the edge. You tug roughly on his soaked hair, drawing a low groan from him. He's still nibbling on your tit, increasing his pace. His dick slips against the special spot inside you over and over. You're so close, you almost can't stand it. "Make me cum, Eddie. I need it so bad." You whine loudly, your walls fluttering around him.

"I know, princess. I'm close too, just hold on for me." He murmurs, trying to readjust as his hands are losing their grip. But his foot slips on the floor of the shower, making you both tumble down onto the tiles. You grunt at the impact, still connected like puzzle pieces. Eddie lands on his ass, and you on your knees. His dick hits deeper inside you than before, making you gasp. The landing was softer than you expected, leaving you straddling his lap. You don't want to stop, and it seems neither of you are hurt. So you proceed to ride him, bouncing like your life depends on it. "Keep going, baby. You're such a good girl for me." Eddie encourages you with a grin, his hands on your waist to lead you. Your chests rub against one another, stimulating your nipples. You both can't stop moaning, the sounds echoing in the room. Your breath fans hot and heavy in one another's faces from your proximity.

You lean forward slightly, wanting to speak into Eddie's ear. He loves when you talk dirty to him this way, it's almost guaranteed to make him lose his cool entirely. "Rub my clit, Eds. I'm so close. You want me to soak your cock? I'll be such a good girl for you." You say seductively, grinning at the filthy noise that leaves his lips in response. He obliges your request, bringing a hand between your legs to swirl circles on your bundle of nerves. "Oh, god." Your eyes squeeze shut, just seconds away from reaching your high. "I wanna make you lose control, baby. I wanna feel you fill me up with your cum, it's so warm. I love the way it mixes with mine, we taste delicious together." You bite his earlobe, feeling the knot within you finally snap. "Fuck!"

"Good girl." Eddie feels your cunt clamp down on him as you continue to bounce through your orgasm. Your thighs shake uncontrollably, and the sounds escaping your lips are all he needs to join you in utter bliss. "Shit, I'm cumming, angel." He grunts, his hips jerking upwards while his stomach tenses. His load spills into you, thick white spurts coating your pussy. Your heads rest on one another's shoulders, effectively collapsing as you try to catch your breath. Your hearts pound in sync, thumping rapidly against your ribs. "I love you, Y/N." Eddie pants out, turning his head to press a kiss to your shoulder.

"I love you too, Eds. That was amazing." You reply before lifting yourself up off his softened length. You wobble slightly when you stand up, leaning back against the wall. Eddie gets up after you, already reaching for the shampoo. The rest of your shower is quite rushed, and you barely manage to dry off and get into your robes before you hear knocking on your bedroom door.

"Come in." Eddie says, and in walks two women carrying folding massage tables. They're dressed almost like nurses, all white tops and pants that resemble scrubs. The business name of 'Majestic Massage' sits in elegant script on the breast of their uniforms, embroidered in navy blue thread. Their hair is held in tight, slicked-back buns, and they smile brightly at you as they set up. You and Eddie sit together in an armchair while you wait. You make light conversation with the ladies, which they seem to appreciate. You don't imagine many of their clients bother to do the same.

The women, whose names you find out are Alice and Fiona, unfold the tables, and set out various scented lotions and massage oils on a rolling cart you had brought in. When you notice they're just about ready, you get out of Eddie's lap to go over to the stereo. You put on some music, Metallica, no less. "That's a new one." Alice says with a giggle.

"Oh, is it too weird? I can put on something else-" You offer, realizing it might interrupt their 'flow' or something.

"No no, it's alright. You two are just...different. In a good way." Fiona assures you with a kind glance.

"Thanks. We highly appreciate you two being here on our special day." You reply, feeling a bit awkward when you think about the dynamic of this situation. These women might have boyfriends or husbands of their own waiting to spend the day with them. And here they are servicing you and Eddie instead. Alice picks up on your sad thoughts, finding the sentiment very sweet. She's never had a client care even a little bit about her personal life.

"Please, don't feel bad. Your husband is paying us good money, Miss. This is our job, and we enjoy it." She insists, beckoning you and Eddie to take your places on the tables.

"Heart of gold, this one. I'm the luckiest man in the world, aren't I, ladies?" Eddie chuckles, walking ahead of you, smacking your butt on the way.

"Yes, sir." Fiona replies, slipping back into detached professionalism. You hold back the intense cringe that washes over you. You know there's nothing actually wrong here. You're being perfectly polite, and these women were hired to take care of you. But you'll never get used to this, much as you'd like to. You can't help but see the person behind the uniform in situations like this, and it makes you stick out like a sore thumb. "Please, Miss. Come, let us help you relax." She speaks again, drawing you out of your own mind.

"Right. Sorry." You say shortly, taking your place on the table. You lie face down in the donut-shaped headrest, taking off your robe. The masseuse lays a towel over your ass, covering your most sensitive parts. You take a deep breath and close your eyes, trying to enjoy your romantic day with Eddie.

"You okay, sweetheart?" Eddie asks, turning his head in the hole to look at you.

You meet his gaze, awkward as it is to achieve. "Yeah, I'm fine." You say, though you're not sure even you believe that bullshit.

"Honey, you've gotta get used to this sometime. Look, I get that having maids and stylists and other people like that waiting on you makes you feel bad. But it shouldn't, you know why?" He questions.

"Why?" You ask, already knowing what he's going to say.

"Because it's not that big a deal. They're paid well, at least by us. We aren't mean to them, or turning our noses up at them, right? We're already better than, like, ninety percent of the other people they work for. They make our lives easier, that's all. We aren't taking advantage, or treating them like slaves. Okay?" He explains calmly, as he has multiple times already.

"I know. I think that's what it is, though. The fact that almost everyone else treats them poorly, and I don't want to be part of that. I get that I'm being a bit silly, but this lifestyle can feel cold and heartless sometimes." You reply, just as Fiona brings her oiled palms up to massage your shoulders. She uses just the right amount of pressure, working at the tense knots that reside there from the stress of the tour. "Mmm." You moan quietly, melting at her magic fingers.

"I know, baby. But maybe if we lead by example, others might change for the better. You never know." Eddie replies, letting out his own blissful sound while Alice rubs a hardened tangle in his back.

"Fuckin' unlikely. I may be a lifelong fan of the Girls, Girls, Girls album, but the way Tommy Lee treats his assistant is abhorrent." You retort, recalling how handsy he was getting with that poor girl. She couldn't have been older than nineteen. You'd managed to wedge yourself between them at one point, which only accomplished getting both you and Eddie thrown out of his house. Eddie wasn't upset, much. He knows you had good reason to intervene, but it certainly burned any potential bridge for a future collaboration with Tommy or any Crüe members. Good riddance, honestly.

"I know, love. I wish it weren't like this. But we do our best to change things, and that's all we can do." He says, sympathizing with your thoughts. He's far from numb to the issues of this industry, and he does the same as you when he sees something wrong. But that doesn't guarantee the behavior will stop. If anything, it makes everyone else look at the two of you like you've grown extra eyeballs.

"I suppose." You sigh, putting the thought away for a while. You're meant to be calm and loose, fully accepting the sensations of the massage. The rest of your reserved hour goes smoothly, and you focus on the music and the warm hands working on your body. By the end of it, you feel like an entirely new person. You give Alice and Fiona a massive tip, and they give you many thanks as they leave.

"Feel better now?" Eddie asks, pulling you into him once you're dressed in your robes again. He smiles at you, brushing your hair behind your ear.

"Mmm, yeah. It was really good." You lean in for a kiss, pressing your lips to his. You hum into him, pulling away a moment later to avoid heating things up again. You should save something for tonight.

"Good, and it's just the start of the amazing day I have planned." Eddie replies, a joyful gleam in his eye at the thought of absolutely spoiling you today.

"What's next on the agenda, baby?" You ask with a giggle.

"Well, you are gonna go shopping for an outfit to wear out to dinner. That includes lingerie, sweetheart. You can pick anything you want, you look sexy in everything." His large hands run up and down your sides, and he lets his eyes wander around your robed body as he speaks.

"And what are you gonna do when I'm gone?" You question, blushing at his lustful stare.

"I will be setting up the bedroom for tonight, that's all I can say. Now, get dressed and take the limo. And then meet me in the living room when you come back, okay? And no peeking!" Eddie instructs, pointing a warning finger at you.

"Okay, okay. I promise I won't spoil the surprise. Ugh, you treat me too well, Munson." You give him another kiss, long and warm this time. He can't resist squeezing your ass in his hands, and you feel him growing hard beneath his robe. "Mmm, naughty boy. I'd better get moving if I'm gonna look stunning tonight." You pat your hands on his chest, moving away to open your walk-in closet. You want something comfortable, and not too fussy since you'll be trying on lots of clothes today. You settle for some tight jeans, a vintage t-shirt, and some converse. That's another 'odd' thing about you. Unless it's absolutely required, you just can't be bothered to dress extravagantly at all. You find most high fashion and designer labels to be rather uncomfortable. That's not to say you have no sense of style, you just prefer keeping things simple.

You bring your desired outfit to the bed, along with a basic bra and panty set. You remove your robe, laying it over one of the chairs in the room. Eddie whistles at your naked body, which makes you laugh. "Damn, what a view!" He says, finding some clothes of his own to throw on. He follows your lead, keeping it simple until dinner tonight. You both dress quickly, no time to waste as there's so much to do. Eddie puts on some eyeliner in the bathroom, and you apply a light yet full face. Nothing crazy, just enough to enhance your flawless features. Eddie leads you to the front door once you're ready to go, opening the hulking thing by the ornate handle. "I'll see you later on, baby. Dinner is at 7:30, so take as much time as you need. I love you." He pulls you into a light kiss, giving your butterflies.

"I love you too, Eds. And I'm looking forward to tonight." You smile at him, turning to walk outside and into the limousine waiting for you. You slip into the leather seat, the driver, Jim, shutting the door for you. "Do you know where to go?" You ask through the small window between the backseat and the driver's end.

"Mr. Munson gave me all the details, ma'am. We'll be there in about twenty minutes." Jim replies, giving you a kind smile.

"Okay, thank you." You say back, looking out the window on your journey to wherever it is that Eddie has sent you off to. You watch as the car zooms past towering palm trees while the sun beats down on the city. Skyscrapers pierce the big blue, no clouds to be seen today. Tourists and socialites walk the streets, stopping for photos at the Hollywood stars. You see a girl working almost every corner, and a dealer or two hanging around not so inconspicuously outside businesses that are most certainly fronts for criminal activity.

Billboards and electric signs advertise everything under the sun for as far as the eye can see. An artful gallery of capitalism shoved in your face in pristine technicolor. Los Angeles, land of the consumer, home of the advertiser. The city often feels hollow, lifeless even. Everyone and everything feels phony. Like they're all made of cheap plastic, but labeled with a hefty price tag. That's not to say there aren't things you enjoy here. But if Eddie's career didn't rely on it, you'd live far, far away from a place like this. The limo stops outside a lavish lingerie shop, your first stop of the afternoon. "We have arrived, Miss. I'll be waiting out here for you." Jim announces, stepping out the driver's side to let you out onto the sidewalk.

"Thank you, Jim." You say politely, giving him a small wave as you walk towards the shop. You can see why Eddie chose it, the outside alone is quite the spectacle. The structure is a slick, sinful red building, with massive windows. Corsets, feather-trimmed robes, garter belts, bustiers, and crotchless panties are on display for all eyes to see. Every color and fabric you can imagine is at your disposal, dressed up perfectly on mirrored mannequins. You step inside, immediately greeted by a gorgeous young woman with a name tag that reads 'Tina'.

"Hello, and welcome to Le Boudoir. How may I help you today?" She asks in a chipper voice.

"Oh, um, I'm looking for something special for Valentine's Day." You reply, finding the space a little intimidating. The store is very large, with rack after rack of various forms of sexy underwear. All the furnishings are either that same cherry red or blinding silver as the window displays.

"Oh, who's the lucky guy?" Tina asks, and you can tell she's trying to suss out which celebrity you're attached to. She noticed you stepping out of the limousine, and all she saw was dollar signs.

"My husband, he's in a metal band. Corroded Coffin, I dunno if you've heard of it." You say awkwardly, you really hate to name-drop. But you get it, people around here get curious about the rich and famous. Tina's eyes widen, and her mouth falls agape.

"You're married to The Eddie Munson?!" She practically squeals. "I'm a huge fan!" Of course you are. You resist the urge to roll your eyes. Sure, your husband is pretty amazing in every possible way. But fangirls seriously annoy you sometimes.

"Yes, I am. And I'm on a mission to find something that will drive him absolutely wild." You reply, laying on thick the fact that Eddie is your man.

"Well, you've come to the right place. What are you into? Leather, lace, silk? All of the above?" She's very eager to impress you, possibly thinking there's a chance she'll get something in return besides a sales commission.

"I'm not really sure. I don't want anything too complicated. But um...red is his favorite color." You hesitate on telling her that small fact. You've been trained pretty well by the band's PR team to not disclose any personal information about Eddie or the others. So you instinctively get a bad taste in your mouth after the words slip from your lips. It's innocuous, really, you're sure Eddie has probably revealed said fact in a silly teen magazine interview before.

"Ooh, a man of taste. Well, about half of our store is some shade of red. It's a very popular color. I'll take your measurements, and then I'll bring out some choices for you to try on. Sound good?" She says simply, clearly she's pretty good at her job.

"Great. Thanks." You reply, finding yourself feeling uncomfortable all over again. She knows you're married to Eddie, that he's a famous rockstar. But she doesn't even know your name, or care to. Though he talks about you every chance he gets, it's difficult for people to acknowledge your existence in his life. The media and the fans would much rather he appear single and available, so it's almost like you aren't real at times.

You spend well over three hours trying on countless bodysuits, bras, camisoles, and fishnets, tirelessly trying to find the perfect thing to wear for your man. Nothing feels right, and you're overthinking every combination of items you put on. "Okay, I can sense we're having some trouble here." Tina says kindly from the other side of the velvet curtain you're changing behind.

"I'm sorry, I've just never felt very confident in this stuff." You sigh, turning your body every which way in the teddy you're currently dressed in. You're checking every angle, trying to see yourself as sexy. But it's not working, this trip might be a bust.

"Well, confidence is key when it comes to lingerie. But I understand, it's uncomfortable for lots of women. Hmm...there's still one thing we haven't tried. I'll go get it for you." Tina says sympathetically, her heels clicking away from you. You remove what you currently have on, waiting for the saleswoman to hand over her final option. She sticks the hangers through the curtain, and you gladly take them. "Now, when you put this on, don't overthink it. Just think 'I am beautiful, I am sexy, and my man is gonna love this', okay?"

"Okay, I'll try." You put on the ensemble piece by piece, only looking in the mirror to make sure you've fastened in properly until it's complete. You clip the stockings to the garter belt, finishing the transformation. You dare to take a good, long look at your reflection, remembering what Tina told you. I am beautiful, I am sexy, and my man is gonna love this. You repeat the phrase in your head a couple of times, drinking in your own form. A sheer, red lace bustier pushes your tits upwards, adorned with tiny bows down the middle and sides. The garter belt, crotchless panties, and trim of the stockings match the corset, making you a true vision in crimson. The fabric feels delicious against your skin, and hugs all your curves just right. Damn, I look good. You bite your lip, knowing that this is the one. Nice job, Tina.

"So, what are we thinking? It's very quiet in there." She pipes up, you imagine she's gotten a bit tired bringing you countless pieces of underwear today.

"It's perfect! I'll take it." You reply, unable to stop smiling at how gorgeous you look.

"Great! I just know Eddie is going to flip out!" She says excitedly. The way she says it is odd, as if she's thinking about Eddie seeing herself in this little get-up as opposed to you. The thought makes your blood boil, but you refuse to let her fantasizing get under your skin. You're the one that gets to have him at the end of the day, that's all that matters. Tina rings you up, packing the lingerie nicely in a large black bag. She hands it off to you, seemingly expecting you to do something else. Here it is, she's gonna ask for tickets to a show, or a goddamn autograph if you have Eddie swing by just for her. Shit, fans really lack boundaries sometimes. She's about to open her mouth to ask for God knows what, but you don't wanna hear it. Not on your special day.

"Thank you for the help, Tina. Have a good day. Name's Y/N, by the way, though you didn't bother to ask." Her jaw claps shut at your demeanor, swallowing her inappropriate request. Without another word, you walk out the doors. Jim's waiting for you, holding the limo door open.

"Everything go alright in there, ma'am?" Jim asks, noticing you're looking less than happy.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Where to next?" You change the subject, sliding into your seat.

"I'm not at liberty to say, Mrs. Munson." He chuckles, finding his opportunity to keep up the surprise Eddie planned for you rather fun. Jim loves working for the two of you. You're exceptionally kind to him, which is hard to find in his line of work. He closes your door, walking to the driver's seat once again. You ride down a few blocks, stopping outside the Dior shop on Rodeo Drive.

"Jesus, Eds." You mutter, shaking your head. He really is too much. This trip goes much smoother than the other, although the employees here are much more snooty than Tina at Le Boudoir. You try on a few dresses, but you don't really like any of them. That is, until they bring out a breathtaking red gown designed by John Galliano. The dress goes down to the floor, layered with gorgeous, wispy tulle that's frayed at the ends. It's very edgy, very you. Not to mention, it matches the lingerie set you purchased earlier today. You purchase it and a pair of red heels immediately, feeling ecstatic and relieved that you've managed to find a gorgeous outfit to wear tonight.

"All set, ma'am?" Jim questions, noticing the huge smile on your face. He loves seeing how happy you and Eddie make each other. You're truly a fairytale couple in his eyes, a kind of love that comes around once in a lifetime.

"Yes. Thank you, Jim." You smile at him, waiting for the limo to start moving again. He takes you back home, with a few hours to go until dinner. You go back inside the house, finding the staff bustling around the halls and upstairs to your bedroom. You can hear Eddie making gentle commands up there, ensuring every detail is absolutely perfect. You let him be in order to maintain the mystery, setting your shopping bags down on the kitchen counter. You're feeling a bit peckish, so you grab one of the chocolate scones from the pantry as a small snack. Eddie's distinctive footsteps come down the steps, and he smirks when he finds you munching away on one of the kitchen barstools.

"Back so soon, sweetheart?" He says sweetly, wrapping his arms around your torso from behind. He plants a kiss on your neck, sending a flare up your skin.

"Yeah, I got the perfect thing to wear tonight. I can't wait for you to see it." You say through your chewing. "I see you've kept busy while I've been gone." You gesture at the staff running around the place.

"I certainly have. We're almost done, though. And I'm very excited to show it to you." Eddie replies seductively, nipping on your throat. You moan as you swallow, tilting your head to the side to allow him more access. "Don't fill up on pastries, baby. I'd hate for you to have no room left for dinner...and dessert." He chuckles darkly. He gives the hickey he's left on you a soothing lick, pulling away shortly after.

"Shit, you're such a tease, Eds." You whimper, shifting in your chair at the arousal spreading between your legs.

"I promise it'll be worth your while, sweetheart. I gotta finish this up, but I'll come back down and we can watch a movie." Eddie kisses your cheek before hopping back up the stairs to complete the arrangements.

You polish off your scone, scooping the crumbs off the counter and tossing them in the trash. You know you don't have to do that, but it's an old habit from childhood. Just because you have people to clean up after you, it doesn't mean you have to be a pig. You go to the living room, looking around your extensive collection of VHS tapes to find a film that fits the day. You think about something romantic first, like Pretty in Pink or Casablanca. But you're feeling like you want to go against the grain, opting for My Bloody Valentine instead. "Perfect." You say aloud to yourself. You and Eddie are avid horror fans, no matter the occasion. Today may be a holiday of romance, but this movie speaks to your common tastes more than anything else. And that's what you're meant to embrace today. Each other, for better or worse. It's all about connection, intertwining your hearts in your own unique way.

"Did you pick something, love?" Eddie says from behind you.

"Yes, I think I've found the perfect thing." You turn around so he can read the paper sleeve. He lets out an amused laugh, nodding in approval at your choice.

"I was hoping you'd go for that one, darling. Pop it in, and c'mere. I need my wife to cuddle me." He says lovingly, patting the spot beside him on the leather couch. You do as he asks, scurrying to the couch excitedly. Eddie puts a blanket over the both of you, and pulls you real close. "I love you, Y/N. I'm so glad I get to spend this day, and the rest of my life with you."

"I love you too, Eddie. You're my everything, and I wouldn't have it any other way." You share a brief kiss, before you lay your head on his shoulder. Eddie's hand strokes up and down your thigh as you watch the movie, making your skin tingle beneath the thin material. You hum quietly at the sensation, it really shouldn't turn you on so much. But you can't help it, the way he touches you is like nothing else on this earth. Your thighs squeeze together at the building pressure between them. He picks up on this, holding back the lusty chuckle forming in his throat. You're so easy to rile up, he'll never get enough of it. You feel yourself sinking further into the couch. You look at Eddie's face, finding he's still fixed on the movie while he teases you.

"Something wrong, princess? Is the movie too scary?" He asks playfully, noticing you staring. His head turns to look at you, finding your pupils blown out with desire. He bites his lip, knowing he's done for now.

"Uh-huh. But maybe if you kiss me, I won't be so scared." You form your mouth into a pout you know he can't resist.

"Anything for you, babe." He chuckles, cupping your cheek. He brings his face closer to yours, closing the gap between you. The kiss is smoldering, setting your insides on fire instantly. Your hands tangle into his hair, and he quickly maneuvers your bodies to lay over you. It's like you're dumb kids in high school again, clumsily making out on your couch. Only now there's no parents to catch you, no one to scare you into quickly separating while you readjust your fucked up hair and clothes. You both let out quiet moans as you kiss and grope one another, tongues rolling and hands wandering hungrily. You're still waiting until after dinner to do anything substantial, but it sure is fun to get yourselves amped up beforehand.

The movie ends without you realizing, and one of the maids, Angela, comes into the room. She turns off the TV for you, standing with her hands clasped before her. You take no notice, still lost in this red-hot embrace. She clears her throat to get your attention. "Pardon me, Mr. And Mrs. Munson. You said to remind you when it's time to get ready for dinner." She says matter-of-factly, ignoring your writhing bodies and vulgar noises.

"Thanks, Angela." Eddie replies between kisses as he doesn't want to stop.

"Eds, c'mon. You don't want to miss our reservation, do you?" You say through a laugh, gently pushing him away to let you breathe. You look to where Angela was standing, finding she's already left the room. You feel a bit bad, you can't imagine she enjoyed the view.

"I guess not." He whines before scooting off of you. You both stand, and he leads you by the hand to one of the spare bedrooms downstairs. "We'll have to get ready in here. I hope that's alright." He says as he opens the door. You see your shopping bags on the bed, and a garment bag holding whatever it is that Eddie plans to wear tonight. Your makeup has been brought down here for you, set out neatly on the bathroom counter. You notice there's a folding screen in the center of the room, allowing you both to have privacy when getting dressed.

"That's fine. I can't remember the last time we did the whole 'surprise outfit reveal' thing. Our wedding, maybe?" You smile at the memory and recall the image of Eddie's eyes tearing up at the sight of you in your wedding dress.

"That's right, angel. I wanted to make tonight extra special." He replies. "Go on, get ready. I had to call in a few favors to get the reservation we have, so we can't be late." He playfully shoos you away, handing you your bags so you can step onto the other side of the screen. You set the bags down, stripping off your clothes. They pile onto the floor, and your heart skips a beat when you pull the lingerie you bought from the bag. You slip into it so easily, unable to stifle a light moan at how sexy you feel in it. "You enjoying yourself over there, baby?" Eddie asks in a husky tone, trying to imagine what you look like right now. His mind runs wild with images of you in every kind of lingerie imaginable. It's taking everything in him to keep his erection at bay. It's just too easy to picture you in leather, or lace, kneeling before him or taking his cock from behind.

"I'm just very happy with my purchase at Le Boudoir, you're gonna lose it when you see me in this. Hell, even I'd fuck me right now." You laugh, continuing on to put on your Dior gown and high heels. It fits you like a glove, and so fucking comfortable it's unreal.

"I'm sure you look fucking amazing, doll. It's taking everything in me to be patient." He says, breathing heavier than usual.

"Me too, Eds. But I know the wait will be worth it." You zip up your dress, heading into the bathroom to your right. You close the door, applying some fresh makeup, still keeping things light, except for a bold red lip to match the rest of your look. You step back behind the screen once you're all ready, waiting to see how handsome Eddie looks.

"You ready, love?" He asks quietly, sounding nervous.

"Yes, darling." You reply with a smile. Eddie counts down from three, and you both step out from your hiding place to see each other. "Holy shit." You exhale, eyes widening at how amazing your husband looks. He's wearing a perfectly tailored black suit, with a bright fuschia shirt underneath. Half the buttons are left undone, Eddie loves to show off his chest. His tattoos peek out at you, and his necklaces twinkle in the light. He's got pristine, shiny black shoes on, and has kept his voluminous hair down. The deep brown locks cascade over his shoulders, framing his gorgeous face. "You look so fucking good, Eds." You smirk, noticing his signature rings still on his fingers.

"Not nearly as good as you, baby." He replies breathlessly. You look so beautiful, red from head to toe, his favorite color. Your makeup is flawless, and your hair hangs just right against your shoulders. He drinks in your form, admiring how your dress hugs your body in all the right places. He wasn't sure you'd find something you genuinely like at the Dior shop, it worried him that maybe he went overboard on that one. But to see you here like this, wearing one of the biggest smiles he's ever seen grace your face, he knows he made the right choice. "You are an absolute vision, princess." He gushes, sending a blush to your cheeks. He smiles at you, extending his hand. "Shall we?"

"Lead the way, handsome." You giggle, taking his hand. Eddie leads you back outside, assisting you in walking down the front steps in your gown. He helps you into the limo, following behind. The gifts you purchased for one another sit on the seat beside you. "So, where are we going?" You ask, unable to help yourself. You're absolutely buzzing with excitement.

"You'll just have to wait and see, Y/N." He says, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

"Ugh, you're killin' me!" You groan after failing to convince him to reveal this secret location. You decide to just go with the flow, every other surprise today has been pretty awesome. So there's no doubt that Eddie picked a great restaurant. You lay your head on his shoulder, snuggling up as best you can in this dress. You close your eyes, enjoying the smooth ride until the limo comes to a stop. You open your eyes, which are met with the 'most romantic restaurant in Los Angeles', Il Cielo. "Eddie! You did not!" You turn to him in utter shock.

"I did, baby. You deserve the best." He says with a smile. You step out into the setting LA sun, gazing at the rustic building before you. Lush vines and twinkling lights cover the outside, save for the elegant sign peeking out from the foliage. A few couples are seated outside, and you can see through the large front window that the inside is just as beautiful and busy. Eddie's brought you here only once before for a business dinner. The food was amazing, though you found the conversation boring. He always promised to bring you back, and until now you thought it would never happen. This place is always booked months in advance, especially for such a day as this.

"You're the best husband ever, you know that?" You press a hard kiss to his cheek, leaving a large mark of lipstick in the shape of your lips on his skin.

"Only because you're the greatest wife a man could ask for, angel." He returns your sentiment, holding your hand and the gifts in his grip to head inside. You make your way to the host's station, waiting behind the small line that has formed. When it's your turn, you're met with wide eyes from the maître d'. He seems to recognize Eddie, a real shocker there. He checks his list before either of you can speak, finding 'Munson' underlined on the paper with special instructions beside it.

"Right this way, Mr. Munson." He says to Eddie with a smile, looking at you for a moment. His smile grows wider, nodding to you. "Mrs. Munson." Well, that's the first time today that a stranger has actually acknowledged you as Eddie's wife. Not only that, seeing you here with him has made this particular stranger happy. You and Eddie follow the man to a table in a secluded corner of the restaurant. Real rose petals cover the white tablecloth, leaving space for your plates and glasses. The maître d' pulls your chair out for you, gently pushing you in.

"Thank you." You say kindly, and he nods.

"It is certainly an honor to have you dining with us tonight. My name is Alfonse, and I will be handling your table personally this evening. Shall we start off with some wine, or champagne, perhaps?" Alfonse speaks cordially, searching your faces for an answer to his offerings.

"Wine would be great, Alfonse. We'll take whatever you recommend." Eddie says, reaching for his menu to take a look.

"Of course, sir. I have just the thing for such a special night, with such a special lady." Alfonse replies, giving you a friendly wink. You giggle at his charm, opening your own menu. The man leaves you two alone to retrieve the finest bottle in the place.

"Well, he's very nice." Eddie says casually.

"I'll say. He's the first person I've met today that's actually treated me like your wife, and been polite about it." You reply, struggling to hide the bitterness in your voice from your earlier interactions. Eddie reaches a hand across the table, taking hold of yours.

"I'm sorry, princess. I wish people weren't so goddamn rude. They treat me like a fuckin' king in this town, and yet they seem to forget the fantastic queen I have by my side." Frustration laces his tone, but he keeps it at bay. Tonight is meant to be special, and no one is going to ruin that. "But I'll never forget, darling. I'll just have to do a better job at reminding everyone who I belong to." He says, looking at you seriously. He means it with all his heart, he'll make damn sure everyone understands how important you are to him. And if they don't like it, then they don't deserve his presence.

"I appreciate it, Eds. So, what are you ordering?" You ask, unsure of the answer yourself. Everything just sounds so good.

"To be honest, I don't know." His brows knit as he stares at the menu, he knows he won't be able to pronounce all these damn Italian words. "I'll just ask Alfonse what he likes. No one knows the food better than the employees." He sets the leather-bound booklet back on the table, and you follow suit.

"Good enough for me. There's no way I can read anything off this thing without sounding like an idiot." You laugh, drawing one from Eddie as well.

"My thoughts exactly." He smirks while he toys around with his silverware. "So, should we do presents before or after food?" He asks.

"We can after Alfonse comes back with the wine. Sound good?" You reply, looking around subtly to see if the man is coming by anytime soon.

"Sure thing, sweetheart." Eddie says, noticing Alfonse coming towards your table with a large, bulbous bottle with straw weaved around the bottom.

"Here we are, our finest chianti." The man says as he pours each of you a glass. "Are you ready to order?"

"Yes, we would actually like you to surprise us. You seem to be a man of taste, so we'll take anything you give us." Eddie smiles at him, hoping he's not asking too much.

"Certainly, sir. I appreciate your trust in me." Alfonse replies, happy to take the compliment. He knows exactly what to bring you, he only hopes it's up to your expectations. "I'll put the order in for you, it shouldn't be long." He says, leaving the bottle at the table and heading to the kitchen.

"Okay, present time." Eddie smirks, bestowing you with his gift. You hand off his, and wait for him to open it. "Oh, me first?" He asks when you're both sitting in silence for a moment. You nod, biting your lip. You can't wait for Eddie to see what you got for him. He pulls a velvet ring box from the bag, raising an eyebrow at you. "A little late for a proposal, don't you think?" He jokes, making you laugh. He's so unserious sometimes.

"Jesus, babe, just open it already!" You insist, and he flips open the lid. His mouth falls slack-jawed at what he finds inside. It's a thick, silver ring that's in a similar style to his usual ones. But this one is very distinctive, as it's sculpted in the shape of the demon's head logo from his old D&D club. ‘Hellfire’, they used to call it. You remember it well, you used to be a member yourself back in the day. Eddie stares at the ring for a moment, overwhelmed with nostalgia. It's been so long since he's played a campaign, or even thought about the game at all. A single tear rolls down his cheek, this has to be one of the most thoughtful gifts you've ever given him.

"Y/N, this is amazing. I-I can't believe you remembered." He says, giving you a meaningful look.

"Of course I did, Eds. I used to be in Hellfire too, ya know. You really like it?" You ask, somehow doubting your gift.

"I love it, angel. Thank you. It's a perfect reminder of where we started, and how far we've come." He slips it onto a free finger on his right hand, outstretching his arm to admire it for a moment. "It's pretty kickass, too." He smiles, putting his hand back on the table. "Okay, it's your turn now!" He says excitedly.

You reach into the bag in front of you, digging around in the tissue paper. You pull out a hardcover book, and your eyes go wide when you realize what it is. It's your novel, fresh from the publisher. The dust cover displays the title, Planet Mystique, in bold, purple lettering. It's a sci-fi/fantasy novel with plenty of action and romance, told from the perspective of a badass female protagonist. The illustration on the front is of said main character, Straana, riding a pink pterodactyl-like creature. She's wearing her full-body armor, brandishing a gleaming sword as she glides into the battle of the Gamma Rebellion. Your name graces the bottom of the cover, Y/N Munson. You can't believe you're holding this, the book isn't due for release for at least another six months. "How did you-" You start to ask, but Eddie cuts you off.

"I convinced the publisher to make a copy just for you. This is what it'll look like on the bookstore shelves, and I just know it's gonna be a bestseller. You'll be busy writing the sequels in no time. I'm so proud of you, sweetheart. You're unbelievably talented, and I can't wait for everyone else to see that." He says sweetly.

"Thank you, Eddie. I love it so much. This is fuckin' insane!" You exclaim, a little too loud. A few scowling faces of surrounding diners draw to you, and you blush hard while mouthing 'sorry' to them. Eddie chuckles at your embarrassment, you're too damn cute when your cheeks turn red.

"You're welcome, doll. Oh, look. Perfect timing." He says as Alfonse brings over your plates. The maître d' places the dishes in front of you, and the savory aromas hit your nostrils immediately. It looks amazing, and you wait for Alfonse to explain what it is he brought for you.

"For the lady, we have Burrata e Aragosta. Carnaroli rice with lobster and burrata cream sauce." Alfonse states, gesturing at your plate with a flourish. "And for the gentleman, Pappardelle al Cinghiale. It's homemade Pappardelle pasta, with roasted wild boar in its natural au jus, and Barolo wine. Enjoy, I'll come by with a very special dessert later on." He bows, going about his business once more.

You dig into your food, gathering a decent-sized bite of rice and lobster on your fork. You bring it to your lips, moaning at the rich, creamy flavors that explode in your mouth. "Mmm, fuck that's good."

"Sounds like it, I thought only I could make you moan like that." Eddie quips, taking in a mouthful of his own meal. He makes a similar sound, remembering what all the fuss of this place is about. The two of you devour every last bite of your food, the only sounds between you the occasional satisfied moan or slurp of wine. You can't help it, every single bite tastes so damn good. You set your fork down, wiping your mouth with the cloth napkin from your lap. Eddie does the same, and you both lean back in your seats and wait for dessert.

"Ah, I see you both have a very hearty appetite. Here is your dessert. Cuore di Cioccolata, a perfect end to your special meal." Alfonse says, taking away the empty plates and setting down a gorgeous, heart-shaped chocolate cake topped with raspberries before each of you. "Is there anything else I can do for you this evening? Or can I bring the check around?" He asks, in no rush at all.

"The check would be great, Alfonse. Thank you for taking care of us tonight." Eddie reaches into his suit jacket, pulling out his wallet. He takes the Amex out, handing it to the man. "Here, and tip yourself whatever our total is."

"Oh, that really isn't necessary." Alfonse attempts to be modest.

"No, no, I insist. You know what? To hell with it, double that!" Eddie exclaims, making the eyes of the maître d' bug out. He gasps, utterly shocked that your husband wants to tip him so much.

"Anything you say, sir! Thank you!" Alfonse beams, scurrying away to process the bill.

"Jeez, Eds. Sounds like Alphonse's wife gets to have a special night, too." You giggle, always amazed at Eddie's generosity. You suppose it's due to his more than humble childhood. Living in a trailer with his uncle Wayne, selling drugs to provide for himself. At his core, he's still that same geeky kid you first met all those years ago. Kind, sweet, always looking out for those who need him most. And now he has the disposable income to spoil his friends and family, and act as a charitable stranger to people who deserve it.

"Absolutely, he did a fantastic job for us tonight." He says simply, cutting into his cake with his fork. You do the same, gobbling up every last crumb as politely as you can manage. Alphonse returns with the credit card, setting it and Eddie's receipt on the table.

"Thank you for dining with us at Il Cielo. Please, take your time, and we hope to see you again soon." He says kindly.

"Thanks, Alphonse. Have a good night." You reply sweetly, and he chuckles.

"I see you liked the cake very much, ma'am." He wipes his thumb against his bottom lip, signaling that you've got a spot of chocolate on your face.

"Oh, sorry." You blush, wiping your mouth frantically with your napkin.

"It's quite alright. It's been a long time since I've seen a lovely couple like yourselves actually enjoy the food here." He says in a hushed tone, as if it's a secret that the other patrons here may go through life with their heads up their own rear ends.

"We really did, it was delicious." You reply with a smile.

"Glad to hear it. Have a wonderful Valentine's Day, you two." He leaves your table for the final time, tending to the front door once again. You and Eddie gather your things, heading outside.

"Holy shit, it's Eddie Munson!" A man in the line to get inside shouts. This causes everyone's heads in your vicinity to lock on to you and your husband.

"Great." Eddie mutters, rolling his eyes. He pulls you along a little faster, and other people start to gather and get in your way.

"I'm such a big fan! Can I have an autograph?" A young woman asks desperately.

"How about a picture?" Another shouts. The situation is quickly getting out of hand, sending your anxiety levels through the roof. You've told Eddie to hire a bodyguard a hundred times over, but he's insisted it's not necessary.

"Please? My daughter loves your music!" Another voice from an unknown location begs. You're verbally assaulted by person after person, wishing you could reply with the thoughts the attacks evoke.

"I love you! You're so sexy, Eddie!" No shit, Sherlock.

"Marry me Eddie! I wanna have your babies!" He's taken, bitch. Plus, ew.

"Who's this woman you're with? Is she a prostitute?" That's fuckin' rude. Do I really look like a hooker?

"When's the next album coming out?" Wouldn't you like to know?

"Is it true that you're secretly hooking up with your bandmates?" What the actual fuck?

You both just keep walking, giving no outward reaction to any of these invasive questions. You're struggling to find Jim in the growing sea of bodies. Eddie holds your hand tightly, his face hardening as the crowd only seems to expand, the edge of the street miles away now. Endless voices and faces ebb and flow like harsh waves, bombarding you with every form of unwelcome attention. You can't think straight, and someone tries to yank the gift Eddie gave you from your grasp. You almost fall over from the force of the grubby hands clawing at you. You look to Eddie to figure out what to do, but he's just as overwhelmed as you are, if not moreso.

"Alright! That's enough! If you don't stop harassing Mr. Munson and his wife, I'll report all of you to the police!" You hear Alphonse practically scream from the edge of the crowd. The rabid gathering turns to glare at him, but he is far from intimidated. "You should be ashamed of yourselves! I suggest you let them through to their vehicle right this instant! Otherwise, I've got some very bulky waiters who are just dying for a good fight." This statement seems to strike some fear into the vultures, which makes a wide grin spread across Alphonse's face. "I thought so. Go on now, get out of here!" They collectively flinch, quickly dispersing to reveal Jim standing a few feet away from you with the door open.

"Thank you, Alphonse. You didn't have to do all that." Eddie says apologetically. He knows it doesn't look so good to have a mob form outside such a fine establishment.

"No trouble at all, sir. Are you both alright?" He asks in genuine concern.

"Yeah, we're okay. I think we'll have to hire some security to keep that from happening again, though." Eddie laughs nervously, his heart still pounding from how awful that experience was.

"I highly advise you to do so. People are crazy, especially in La La Land." Alphonse jokes, putting you both at ease. "Alright, you'd better leave before they try to swarm again. Hopefully the rest of your evening goes smoothly."

"It certainly will. Goodnight, Alphonse." You reply, before turning away to finally get back in the limo to go home. You exhale loudly, puffing your cheeks while you slide into the seat. Eddie follows suit, and the door closes behind you. Finally, safe and sound again. You lean into one another, and Eddie puts his arm around you to keep you close.

"You okay, baby? I know that got pretty scary." He says softly. He feels awful that this happened, and on your special night of all things. He curses himself for not listening when you've hounded him to hire security.

"I'm okay, but some asshole tried to steal my book. Thankfully I'm stronger than whoever it was." You look down at the novel, noticing a small rip in the dust cover. Damn.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I promise I'll call around to get the best bodyguard possible, okay? I never want this to happen again." He kisses your temple, resting his forehead on yours afterwards. "God, did you hear some of the shit they were saying? Who in their right mind thinks any of that is okay?" He squints his eyes shut tight in disgust, utterly annoyed at the thought of it.

"I know! Like, do I look like a streetwalker? I hate to be that girl, but this is Dior, for fuck's sake!" You exclaim, gesturing wildly at your dress with your hands.

"You don't look like anything other than my gorgeous wife, baby." He says calmly, hoping to relax you after that unpleasant moment.

"Good, because I really like this dress." You chuckle, snuggling your head into the crook of his neck.

"I know you do, sweetheart." He laughs lightly. You spend the rest of the ride home in silence, needing some time to fully calm down. The moon has come out to play, and the street lights flash against the windows as you ride past. You pay no attention to the outside world, you've had more than your fair share of it for the time being. You're safe inside your Eddie-sized bubble, kept warm and secure in his strong arms.

"We've arrived at your home, Mr. and Mrs. Munson. Have a good night." Jim says with a yawn. He's looking forward to going home to his wife for the night. You and Eddie climb out of the limo, walking up the steps and into the house.

"You ready for your final surprise, angel?" Eddie asks, the anticipation building for the main event of the evening.

"More than anything, love." And with that, he gently leads you by the hand to the large doors of the bedroom. He lets go of your hand, slowly twisting the doorknobs. He reveals the room to you, which looks completely different to how it did this morning. You step inside, absolutely dumbstruck. There's lit candles all over the room, some in high-standing candlesticks, others on every table at Eddie's disposal. Rose petals cover the bed, which is dressed in beautiful red and black sheets. An ice bucket with a perfectly chilled bottle of champagne sits on the nightstand, along with a large box of chocolates. And the cherry on top, is a video camera positioned on a tripod a couple feet from the end of the bed.

"What do you think, baby?" Eddie asks lowly, standing right behind you after closing the doors. His arms wrap around your waist, and he nudges your hair aside to plant blazing kisses to your neck. You can feel him getting hard in his pants, and you instinctively press yourself back into him. He groans at the friction.

"It's perfect, Eds. Just like everything else you've done for me today. And the camera is a nice touch." You laugh breathily, slowly grinding against him repeatedly.

"I was hoping you'd like that." He smirks through his kisses. His hands wander up your front, taking hold of your breasts through your dress.

You moan at his groping. "I really do. I've always wanted to try it. And you know...I've heard it's just as fun to watch the tape back as it is to make it." You turn around, needing to touch him. Your hands run up and down his chest, slipping into his loosely buttoned shirt. You feel up his warm skin, trailing your fingertips anywhere you can reach. You trace his tattoos, drawing small groans from Eddie at the contact.

"You wanna help me get undressed, princess?" He asks, wanting so badly for you to strip him down.

"Sure thing, Eds." You grin, reaching for the lapels of his jacket. You push the fabric from his shoulders, and he slips the jacket off his arms. It lands on the floor, fully exposing his fuschia shirt. "God, you look so sexy in this suit, baby." You observe aloud, biting your lip. Eddie's always had such great style, although he looks good in everything. You undo the rest of his buttons at an agonizing pace, pulling the shirt tails out of his slacks. The shirt joins the jacket on the floor, leaving Eddie topless. His bare torso makes your mouth water, he truly is a sight to behold. Smooth, supple skin, subtle muscle definition, badass tattoos inked on almost every available inch, all illuminated beautifully in the candlelight. He's so damn perfect, leaving you wondering how you got so lucky.

"Uh-oh, has my rockin' body distracted you again, Y/N?" Eddie asks half-jokingly. He'll never get enough of the awestruck expression that permeates your face when you see him in all his glory.

"Maybe." You meet his eyes, no doubt your pupils are blown out with desire. You bring your lips to his, kissing him hungrily. You quickly move on to his jaw, his neck. You nibble and suck the flesh of his throat. He whimpers at the sensation, the sound of which makes arousal spread inside your panties. Your hand wanders downwards, quickly taking hold of his erection.

"Fuck, baby." He groans as his eyes flutter closed. You keep palming him, lowering your body to kiss his chest. You drag your tongue all around his skin, and playfully bite his nipples. "I love it when you do that." Eddie sighs blissfully, enjoying every move you make on him. You continue to bring yourself to your knees, kissing his stomach, dipping your tongue into his belly button. "That tickles." He says with a light laugh. You stop groping him for a moment, needing both hands to undo his belt. You get it open, and unzip his pants. He's still got his shoes on, but you don't care. You want his cock in your mouth, and you want it now. His slacks gather at his ankles, and you yank down his boxers to join them. His dick slaps his stomach, precum beaded on the tip.

"You want me to suck your cock, baby?" You ask teasingly, looking up at him with your hands resting on his thighs.

"Yes, please." Eddie begs. Your messing around has wound him up significantly. You take his length in your hand, pumping him a few times. "Shit." He groans, pleading with his eyes for you to give him what he wants.

"Patience, love. You'll get what you want." You coo, licking light circles around his tip. He moans again, anticipating your next move. You drag your tongue up and down his shaft, still warming him up. Helpless noises leave his lips, each of which sends a rush to your pussy. You're getting absolutely soaked, dripping onto your dress through the slit in your underwear. You finally take him in your mouth, effortlessly swallowing all his inches.

"Oh, god." He mutters, already getting close from all your teasing. His hand grips your head, fingers tangling in your hair. You bob back and forth on him, your nose brushing against his mound of hair with every stroke. You swirl your tongue around him as you work. You know all the right moves to drive Eddie wild. "Feels so good, baby. Such a good girl for me." He praises, drawing closer to his release.

"Mmm." You moan around him, sending vibrations through his lower half.

"You're gonna be the death of me, sweetheart." Eddie says, breathing heavily. He can't stop moaning, and calling out your name. Everything you're doing feels so fucking good. You've always been massively talented at giving head, and it's only gotten better with time. "Keep going, I'm almost there, baby." He instructs, his eyes squeezed shut as he awaits his release.

"Mmm." You moan again, becoming needy for your upcoming turn. You reach around to grip his firm ass, wanting to bring yourself closer to him. You massage the rounds of him, only increasing his pleasure. You gag on him over and over, your eyes watering as you work overtime to make him lose control.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum. Just a little more..." He trails off, gripping your head harder. He thrusts himself into you, chasing his high. You let him use you in any way he wants, breathing through your nose as he chokes you with his cock. "Such a good girl for me, angel. Taking my dick so well- shit. Gonna cum down that pretty throat of yours." He's babbling, his mind scrambling as his stomach begins to tense. "Fuck!" He shouts, his hips bucking into you harder than before. His hot load spills down your throat, his toes curling inside his shoes. He lets you out of his grasp, and you slip off of him. You gasp for air, swallowing hard. "Thank you, baby. That was so fuckin' amazing." He says lovingly, helping you stand up again.

"You're welcome, darling." You give him another kiss, which quickly turns into making out. Your tongues roll against each other, dialing up your desperation. You have to feel him touch you. Hands, face, cock, it doesn't matter. You want him in every way he'll give himself to you.

"I take it you want a turn now, sweetheart?" Eddie says quietly, your lips still barely brushing against one another.

"More than anything, Eds." You practically whine.

"Anything for you, baby. Let me get my shoes off, and how 'bout you lose the dress?" He politely commands, and you nod. You let him sort himself out, and you slowly pull the zipper down the back of your gown. You wait until Eddie's looking at you to take it off. "C'mon, love. Show me what you've got on under there." He bites his lip, becoming very excited again. You do as he asks, carefully pushing the dress down your body to reveal the lingerie you picked out for him. His eyes widen with every inch you expose, and his cock is already getting hard at the sight of you. You step out of the dress bunched at your feet, still standing in your high heels. You put your hand on your hip, posing casually.

"What do you think, Eddie? Do you like it?" You smirk, loving the awestruck expression on his face.

"You look gorgeous, baby." He says in disbelief. He moves closer to you, taking in every last detail. The bustier pushing your tits up, the ravishing red fabric sitting deliciously on your skin. He circles you, wanting to see all possible angles. "So fuckin' sexy, Y/N. God, I just want to take you right now." He meets your front again, unable to stop staring at your body.

"There's one last little detail you haven't seen, love." You spread your legs apart slightly, taking hold of his hand. You gently lead him between your legs, letting him feel for himself that there's no crotch in these panties.

His eyes widen further at this discovery, he gasps. "Oh, my god." He groans, his dick twitching at your little surprise. His fingers stroke your folds, spreading the excessive wetness around. You whimper at the sensation, your hips jolting when he runs over your clit. "And you're so fuckin' wet for me, too." You're gonna kill him at this point, every part of this is blowing his mind. He easily pushes two fingers into your cunt, curling them ever so slightly.

"Eddie." You moan out, putting a hand on his shoulder to keep your balance. He continues to finger you while walking you backwards to the bed. You let out muted moans, your insides setting alight as he pleases you. He pushes you down onto the bed, taking his digits out of you for a moment. You whine at the loss, but quickly realize he's just turning on the camera. The red blinking light comes on, and you're officially being recorded. You scoot backwards, trying to get as much into the camera's view as possible.

"You're so gorgeous, Y/N. The most beautiful woman in the world." Eddie compliments you, climbing onto the bed to hover over you. You're laying sideways on the bed, ensuring the camera will capture everything you do to each other. Eddie kisses you deeply, shoving his tongue in your mouth. You both moan into the kiss, hands wandering over each other's bodies. He lowers his hand to your pussy again, rubbing circles on your clit.

"Oh, fuck. Feels so good, baby." You say as you break the kiss. He shoves his fingers into you again, rougher than before. Your breath catches at the contact, your back arching off the bed. His other hand cups one of your breasts, massaging the flesh harshly. "You know, the woman that sold me this seemed to be imagining herself in it instead. She wanted to be here with you, in my place." You say in a seductive tone, and he picks up on what you're doing. You're using your jealousy to increase your own pleasure. "But you only want me, don't you?" You state this more as a fact than a question, needing Eddie to affirm the sentiment.

"I only want you, Y/N. Nobody else, not some starlet that throws herself at me, not an overzealous fan, not a lingerie saleswoman. Just you, because you are the most wonderful woman in the universe." He replies, his tone dark and sweet at the same time.

"Good boy." You say breathlessly as he increases his pace. He blushes at the nickname, you don't pull it out all that often. He loves it though, the way you can both play off one another so comfortably and easily. "I love how good your fingers feel, baby. But your mouth feels even better." You gaze up at him as you speak, caressing his cheek. He gets the message, pressing a few kisses to your cleavage before crawling downwards to position his face between your legs. His breath fans over your pussy, and he slowly removes his fingers from you. You sit up abruptly, taking hold of his wrist. You lock eyes with him as you lick your arousal from his skin. You moan at the taste, so sweet and musky.

"Damn, that's hot." Eddie murmurs, his words brushing against your core. He tents your knees, spreading your legs apart nice and wide. He wants to capture every second of this, to replay these intimate moments with you over and over. His tongue pokes out from behind his lips, making contact with your clit.

"Oh, Eddie." You gasp, your head falling backwards a moment. You're resting on your elbows, wanting to watch everything he does to you. Eddie licks and sucks every centimeter of you, from your bundle of nerves to your dripping entrance. His wet muscle feels so warm against you, flicking all the right places expertly. You can sense your release building higher and higher, just waiting to come tumbling down. You're covered in sweat, making your lingerie stick to you. "I love it when you eat me out, baby. Your tongue is so wet and warm. Fuck, I can't get enough." Eddie happily accepts your praises, growing unbearably hard at how pretty the words sound coming from your lips. He shoves his tongue inside your cunt, drawing a loud moan out of you. He keeps pressing your g spot like a button that makes dulcet noises escape your lungs with every push. You're getting very close, needing just a little bit more.

You weave your fingers in his hair and hold his head down. You tug roughly on his curly locks, and he grunts against you. "Mmm." The vibrations take your breath away. A large wave signaling your oncoming orgasm crashes over you.

"Do that again, Eds. I'm so close." You whimper. He does as you ask, another wave rolling over. "More. Make me cum, baby. I need you." Your chest is rising and falling rapidly, your breath coming out in a shallow panting. He repeats the action, stronger than before. That's all it takes for you to lose all control. "Oh, god! Eddie!" You cry out as your thighs begin to shake. Eddie keeps a firm hold on you to keep your body steady. You cum hard on his face, and he swallows as much of your juices as he can. He groans at the taste, furthering your high with even more vibrations. Stars blur your vision, and a fresh layer of sweat coats your skin. You fall backwards onto the bed, letting your eyes slip shut as you come back down to earth.

"That was beautiful, baby." Eddie says while lovingly stroking your thighs. He moves to lie down next to you, giving you the softest of kisses. You open your eyes to look at him, finding his kind face admiring you. "Hey there, my love." He smiles.

"Hey there, yourself." You reply cheekily. "That was really fuckin' good, by the way. Some of your best work."

"Oh, you think so? No notes, then?" He chuckles, playing around.

"None whatsoever, babe. You always know how to please me completely." You give him a kiss of your own, keeping things light. You're both still cooling off from your first orgasms, slowing down to savor every moment.

"I try my best." He turns onto his side, rolling you with him so he can spoon you. "Mmm, I love you, baby." He says, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

"I love you too, darling." You sigh, melting into his touch. You sense things heating up again, his dick is poking into your ass like before.

"You ready for more, sweetheart?" Eddie asks seductively, right in your ear. His breath fans hotly against your neck, making you shiver.

"Yes, please." You reply, barely above a whisper. Eddie grabs your thigh, angling your leg to lay over his. He's tender and gentle, his large hand trailing across your skin with every touch. He takes his dick in his hand, rubbing the head against your folds to lube you both up. You share a moan at the feeling, and turn your heads to share another kiss. Eddie slowly pushes his cock into your pussy, your walls swallowing him up completely. He brushes against your sweet spot, his tip hitting your cervix once he bottoms out. "You're so big, Eddie." You say against his lips.

"All for you, dollface." He replies. He pulls almost all the way out, before slamming back in. You cry out, and his breath hitches at your insides flexing around him. "Fuck, you're so wet and tight for me. Fuckin' gorgeous." He pulls out, and thrusts back into you even harder.

"I need more, love." You whine at him, wanting him to completely let loose.

"More what? Use your words, be a good girl." He commands, a dark thrill shooting through you at his tone. He thrusts roughly again, his hips smacking against your ass.

"I want you to fuck me harder, Eddie. Go faster, ruin me." You beg, not a care in the world for how needy you sound.

"I love it when you beg, baby. It's impossible to resist." He says with a wicked smile, before taking a hard grip on your waist. He starts hammering into your pussy, hitting your special spot every single time.

"Just like that, Eds! You feel so goddamn good, don't stop!" You exclaim, enjoying every second of this. "I want you to tear me apart, fuck me again and again until there's nothing left."

"You're such a greedy little thing tonight, aren't you? So needy for my cock, my perfect little freak. I'll give you anything you want, princess. You take my dick so well." Eddie speaks through gritted teeth, the words flowing directly to your brain. Every syllable dizzies your head, pushing you further toward the edge. Eddie's doesn't seem too far behind, his thrusts becoming unfocused. "Roll over for me, baby." He pants, pulling out of you and getting onto his knees. You do as he asks, putting your ass in the air for him while you rest on your elbows. He rams his dick into you just barely after you get a good grip on the blankets beneath you.

"Fuck!" You cry out. "You getting close, baby?" You ask, noticing Eddie's balls tightening as they slap against you.

"Yes, angel. I can tell you're almost there, too. You're squeezin' me so tight." He struggles to get the words out. Your walls flutter around him in the most exquisite way. His rings dig into your flesh, holding your hips for dear life as he chases your high along with his own. Your bodies are soaked with sweat, hair clinging to faces and beads of moisture rolling down cheeks. "C'mon, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me." Eddie groans, bringing his hand around to rub your clit. He makes perfect circles with just the right amount of pressure to seal your fate.

"Eddie!" You shout, falling helplessly into the depths of your second orgasm. Your front end crumbles, utterly powerless as pure ecstasy courses through you. You moan consistently against the sheets, muffling your sounds. Your pussy clamps down onto Eddie's length, and he pulls out just before he loses control.

"Good girl, Y/N. So fuckin' pretty when you cum. A perfect mess, just for me." Eddie grunts out the words as he jerks himself off, positioning the tip just above your ass. "Fuck, princess." His stomach clenches, and his load spurts out in hot white ropes. You feel his release spill over you, soaking through your panties and running down your thighs. A drop of it lands right on your clit, making you jolt. You're just about to let yourself collapse onto the bed, assuming Eddie's finished. But clearly he's only getting started. He doesn't want to stop, feeling far too gluttonous to tap out now. He manages to stay hard, and shove himself into you once more.

"Shit, Eds. I thought you were done." You gasp, still sparking from your previous orgasm. You've had no time to recover, and it won't take long to make you lose it again.

"Far from it, darling. I need you, to feel you soak my cock, to hear you scream my name. I'm not gonna stop until you beg me to." He almost growls, cursing at how sensitive he feels. He's never seriously tried to go another round so quickly, it typically doesn't work out. But this night, and the way you look in your sexy lingerie, it's taken him to an extremely intense place. You keep pulsating steadily around him, quickly adding on top of the existing pleasure still roiling inside you.

"Go ahead, love. Use me any way you like. Fuck me 'til I can't walk for a week." You whimper, feeling the waves crashing over you again. "Oh, god. I'm gonna cum again." You say as a warning, but it only makes Eddie work harder. He snaps his hips, hitting your g spot at an entirely new angle. "FUCK!" You scream, legs trembling once again. Your walls constrict like a snake, overstimulating his cock.

"Good girl." He huffs, still keeping up the punishing rhythm. You're moaning and whining helplessly as he extends your pleasure. You feel a rush of cum flow out of your pussy, dripping messily onto the bed and your thighs. "Such a dirty girl for me, making a mess all over the bed." He says, watching the erotic scene before him. He stares at his cock pounding into you, and your cum spilling everywhere. It's one of the most phenomenal things he's ever seen. You don't squirt often, but Eddie loves it when you do.

Your fists ball the sheets tightly, tears of overstimulation running down your face. It feels so good, and you don't wanna stop. "Make me do it again, Eddie. I'll be a good girl for you. I'll soak the entire bed if that's what you want." You offer, playing to his dark tendencies that you hold so dear.

"Don't mind if I do." He says through a groan. He starts rubbing your clit again, setting you off not a minute later.

"OH MY GOD!" You scream. You swear you're bursting into flames, everything feels so fucking amazing. You pulsate again, your legs jolting beyond your control, tugging on Eddie's dick. More cum gushes out of you, splashing onto his chest and stomach, and your back through his continued thrusts.

"Fuck, Y/N!" He moans, you're more tight and warm and wet than you've ever been before. The flood of fluids rushing over him makes his eyes roll back into his head. Eddie's still not quite reaching his third orgasm, but he knows he will if he can get just one more out of you. "I'm getting close again, baby. Just do one more for me. You feel so fuckin' good." He forces the words out, he's so close it almost hurts.

"Anything for you, love. Cum inside me, claim me as yours." You whine. Your muscles won't stop tensing and quaking, it's like you're not in control of your body anymore. All you know is overwhelming pleasure, waiting for the final explosion to detonate. Your ass stings from the constant, rough slapping of skin, which only increases from your mess covering everything. You're full-on crying at this point, unable to hold back as he builds you up one final time.

"Almost there, sweetheart. You can do it, you're such a good girl." Eddie encourages you. His own hips begin to stutter, he's seconds away from losing it. His brows knit, and his abdomen becomes tight. "FUCK!" He yells, bucking into you as his load spills into your cunt. The feeling of his release stickily coating your insides makes you cum one final time.

"Oh, god! Eddie! I'M GONNA-" You're cut off as the air completely empties from your lungs. Your vision blacks out, and for a moment you think you've died. It's like you've exploded into a million stars, white-hot and flying across the night sky. You can't comprehend a damn thing, all that exists is you and Eddie in this moment. The sheer amount of cum that explodes from you feels positively inhuman. It's like someone dumped a huge bucket of warm water all over you and Eddie. The sheer force of it pushes his dick out of you.

"Fuck, baby. Holy shit." He slips backwards on the mattress, left to witness what he can only assume is all the moisture in your body splashing onto the bed. He watches in complete shock, eyes wide and jaws sat open. You cum for a solid fifteen seconds, so hard it almost hurts. And by the end of it, you're more spent than you've ever been. You collapse onto the bed, gasping for air and sobbing. Eddie gets up to turn off the camera, there's no need to record you crying in the aftermath. He helps you sit up, but you feel dehydrated and dizzy. Your chest heaves and hiccups as you attempt to calm down. He keeps an arm around you, holding you close for comfort. "Are you alright, love?" Eddie asks, worried he's gone too far with you this time.

"Y-Yeah. I'm fine. It w-was amazing, Eds." You say through your sobs, giving him an exhausted smile. You take a deep breath, exhaling shakily. You do it a couple more times and it seems to soothe you enough to speak properly. "I love you so much, darling. Happy Valentine's day." You say sweetly, giving him a tender kiss.

"I love you too, sweetheart. You were unbelievable. I'll never forget this special night we shared." He replies, just as content as you. "How 'bout we take a shower, and get you some water? I'll have someone come in and change the sheets, and then we can watch the tape back if you want." Eddie suggests, helping you stand up.

"Sounds perfect, love." He leads you to the bathroom, assisting you in removing the soaked lingerie set and high heels. He slips on his robe for a moment, leaving the bedroom to summon someone to clean up the bed for you. He rejoins you, and you wash away all the mess of tonight's activities. You find the bed freshly made for you once you finish. Eddie grabs the camera from the tripod, and you both slip under the covers in the nude to relive the amazing sex you just had. You snuggle up real close, and Eddie rewinds the tape to start at the beginning.

Tonight couldn't have been more perfect. The shopping, the dinner, Eddie's gift, the sex tape, it's all been absolutely amazing. Sure, you're gonna be waddling around like a penguin for the next few days. But it's all worth it to know that Eddie loves you above all else. And you love him to the ends of the universe and back.

The end.

[louisupdates]

[Translated from Spanish]

Louis Tomlinson surrenders to the Chilean public: “They have given me so many incredible memories”

The artist presented a handful of pop rock songs on the cold capital night of May 24 that was filled with youth and music. The British debut at the Bicentenario La Florida Stadium was an example of the unique connection he has achieved with his local fans; coming from the other side of the world, he already feels at home: the public was an extension of his songs, they gave the performer a show within his own show, and not everyone can tell that.

Paloma Pareja | Saturday, May 25, 2024 at 3:23 p.m.

How to begin to describe the relationship between Louis Tomlinson and Chile? Well, from the beginning. Many may not know it, but after One Direction broke up in 2015 and each member went their own way, he was waiting for everything to go back to the way it was before, but that never happened. So he began to think alone, he was in fact the last of his colleagues to do so, but all that time in pause he had a nice reward, and then came Chile.

In 2022, and on his first world tour with this new career that started from scratch, he had an album under his arms called “Walls” and the confidence that he was doing the right thing, thus filling the Movistar Arena three times. Who can join this exclusive list? Luis Miguel, Romeo Santos, Ricardo Arjona, Simply Red.

Not only that, his national audience rewarded him with one of the most moving surprises of his years in the industry, a fan project that was repeated the night of this May 24 at the Bicentenario La Florida Stadium, his debut at the venue with the “Faith in the Future World Tour.”

KILL MY MIND

After 9:00 p.m. he stepped on stage, the cold of the capitol hit deep, he rubbed his hands constantly to warm up and was grateful that they were there despite the low temperature, but the energy of the people was more imposing than any polar wave.

The time came for “Kill My Mind”, the second song of the night, the entire audience moved their lights from top to bottom, they knew what was coming, they had already experienced it before and they enjoyed it. But what he did not suspect is that it would not end there.

The Chileans managed to move him on two more occasions. In the song “Chicago”, the audience raised signs with a phrase from the chorus: “if you're lonely in Chicago, you can call me, baby”, changing the city of Chicago for Santiago, and finally, Louis himself surrendered to such show of affection and ended it by singing: “If you feel alone in Santiago, you can call me, baby”; in English, of course.

And then it was the turn of “Copy of a Copy of a Copy”, where the stadium was divided into three sections to show blue lights from their cell phones. Louis was stunned, once again he had been left speechless. Can anyone surpass the national audience? In this pass, difficult.

AT ITS BEST

For about two hours, the star took a tour of his musical evolution, including two One Direction covers and also “505” by Arctic Monkeys. There was a catwalk but it did not occupy it as much as expected, also pyrotechnics and the classic confetti that has become a must at shows.

The song “Mijito Rico” could not be left out, a must-see on these special occasions, but he did not pay much attention to it and continued with his programming, he took the time to thank on several occasions for everything that was happening, which was nothing more than a shared experience, because the fans made an extension of his songs, they gave him a show within his own show and not everyone can tell that.

Finally, he left the stage with a smile on his face, with the conviction that he had made it once again. A month ago he confessed to La Cuarta that before he did not like to give himself those moments of enjoyment of success, but that he started doing it.

“They have given me so many incredible memories,” was one of the phrases he released, and well, he has also given incredible memories to his followers. All that remains is to say, until next time Louis, this is your home now.

[galatially]

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𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — i might go back and change the ending later but for now, enjoy!

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“How are y’all feeling tonight?”

The crowd erupted into raucous applause and screams. All of their love, all of their devotion, you felt it in the air. Like electricity running along your skin. 

Ever since you were a little girl, you wanted to sing. You sang in the church and school choirs, took vocal lessons, and taught yourself to play the piano, guitar, and the drums. By the time you were in college, you took a few music production classes and had started up a YouTube channel. 

It took almost three years before your channel got any traction but you were no stranger to hard work. By the fourth year anniversary of your channel, your songs had been used in two major television shows and you were nominated for three Grammys. 

But you’d be nowhere without your fans. You could remember when you went on your first headlining tour with Paloma Wagner, a former Gothamite that you had posters of on your childhood bedroom wall, and you’d spent all night at your merch table talking to the kids and signing autographs. All of your hard work staring back at you, in the eyes of people who believed in you just as much as you believed in yourself. 

You brought the mic back up to your lips, a hand on your chest. “I cannot thank y’all enough for supporting me and my dreams these past four years. From sitting in my room making videos to playing small local shows to y’all selling out stadiums.” 

“We love you!”

“Now, I know that this is the last show,” the crowd groaned and you smiled, “but this is my home sweet home of Metropolis! How about we play an oldie? The song that started it all, yeah?”

The crowd roared again and you smiled. Your band started playing behind you. “This song is called, ‘Love Letters’.”

“Great show tonight, y’all.”

“Did you want to celebrate with us?” one of your dancers, Alisha, asked.

Another dancer, Mila, came up behind you, smirking. “Nah, she’s probably going to wait for that boyfriend of hers to call.”

“Bruce Wayne’s kid, right?”

You rolled your eyes. “He’s not my boyfriend. He’s barely a friend.”

Mila snorted. “Didn’t he leave you that bouquet of tiger lilies a few weeks ago in Texas?” 

Alisha’s eyes widened. “That was him?”

You smirked at them through the reflection of the glass. “Didn’t y’all want to go out with the others? They’re probably halfway to the parking garage by now.”

“Tell your boyfriend that we say hello, at least.” You playfully waved them off and bid them goodbye. Mila and Alisha made kissy noises as they left your dressing room. 

You turned back to your mirror, your smile still on your lips. As you took off your makeup, your mind dwelled on the aforementioned billionaire’s son. He was far from your boyfriend but a little more than a friend. You can’t really recall how you met Dick other than the fact that he appeared almost instantly in a coffeeshop in a Gotham during one of your first visits. You sat and talked at a window facing table for three hours before he had to get back to work. Then, a few weeks later, he found you on Instagram and you started talking more frequently. 

That was two years ago now. 

While touring has limited how much you got to visit Gotham, you still kept in contact through Instagram and Snapchat. Dick even congratulated you on finishing your newest album a few days ago. 

You wondered if he listened to your music at all. If he would be able to decipher which songs were about him, hear the words that always seemed to get stuck in your throat when he was near. 

A sharp knock came up on your door. 

“Come in.”

Your manager, Lawrence, poked his head in. “You almost ready? The car’s waiting outside.”

“Let me just grab my bags and change really quick.” 

He nodded and ducked back out of the room. As you packed up the last of your makeup and threw your hoodie on, your phone chimed with a text.

Great job on the sold out tour ;) ;)

You were flipping through titles on Netflix when you heard the balcony doors open. You grabbed the lamp from the bedside table and tiptoed towards the sound, your cellphone in hand. As you got closer, you saw the figure, half-hidden behind the curtains. You raised the lamp higher and lunged. 

Everything happened so fast; hands went to your wrist and torso, holding you against them, and you were crowded up against the wall. Bright blue eyes stared back into yours. 

“Hey, sweetness.”

“Dick!” You pouted up at him. “You scared the shit out of me!”

“‘M sorry. Wanted to surprise you.” The corners of his mouth lifted. “Heard the show was a hit.”

You smiled. “My manager said that tonight’s show was the best show of the tour. Hometown heroes and all that.”

Dick pressed a kiss to your forehead. “That’s my girl.”

Your lips cut into the biggest smile. “How’s your family doing? I thought I saw Jason in Metropolis for some reason but forgot to text you about it.”

Something passed in his eyes before another smile came upon his lips. “Really? I’ll have to text him later. He’s been avoiding me the past few weeks.”

You frowned. “We were texting last night and he didn’t say anything.”

“Since when do you and Jason text?” 

A small part of your brain thought that his words sounded sharper than norma but you shook it off, lifting your shoulder as best you could. “He was in Metropolis a few months ago during one of my press tours, we got to talking, and exchanged numbers. We have a streak going on TikTok at the moment.”

Dick pouted. “You follow each other on TikTok? You don’t follow me on TikTok!”

“Do you want me to follow you on TikTok, Ricky?” you teased, chuckling. 

He cleared his throat, hugging you closer. “‘M just saying that it’s odd that you’re closer to my brother when I’m your best friend.”

Your smile fell some. “Why can’t I be both?”

“No offense, babe, but I’ve had to share most of my life with my siblings. I want to keep you to myself as long as I can.”

For a moment, you could pretend that the words were a heavy as you wanted them to be. That this would be the catalyst to one of the greatest love story ever to be told. But you knew better.

“So…we’ve been standing here for, like, ten minutes and I’m starving.” 

You playfully rolled your eyes. “You’re as bad as Jay is, Jesus.” He pinched your side and you swatted at him. “I’m just saying what Alfred is too polite to say! Don’t pinch me!”

His laugh rumbled through you as he led you back to the bedroom. 

“The Gotham City Opera House was one of my favorites to perform at.”

Dick was sat on the hotel floor, four pizza boxes beside him as he looked up at you on the bed. It reminded you of the first few months of meeting each other; staying up late to answer FaceTimes, talking on the phone for hours. You used to be damn near glued to your phone awaiting texts from him. 

It was insultingly easy to fall in love with Dick Grayson. 

“Did you go full orchestra like you wanted?”

Your eyes widened. “You remember that?”

He snorted. “Of course I do! You’ve been practically dreaming about singing with an orchestra ever since you told me about that concert you saw in Rome.” He smiled warmly. “You wouldn’t shut up about it for months. Alfred got you that vinyl recording of Carmen, remember?”

You nodded. “I still listen to it every once in a while. I have to remember to thank him again.”

“Speaking of music,” he leaned up against the edge of the bed, his forearm against your bare knees,”you should make me a playlist.” The last time you made me one was, what, eight months ago?”

“Something like that,” you offered. “What’s your vibe these days? More Tamaranian folk songs? Ooh! Maybe shoe-gaze since you live in Bludhaven now and want to get grungy?”

Dick wrinkled his nose. “Since when did you start listening to shoegaze?”

You lifted a shoulder. “Jay’s been getting me into Cocteau Twins and Pale Saints lately.”

“First TikTok streaks, now you guys are sharing playlists?”

Your brows pulled down at his tone. “Why are you being so weird about me and Jason hanging out right now?”

“You’ve been talking about him all night! If you wanted Jason so bad, why didn’t you text him?” You sucked in a sharp breath. “Shit. Sweetness, I’m —”

“I’m allowed other friends, Dick. I’m sorry that it’s your brother but you don’t get to judge me for that. We like the same music and movies and we just clicked.” You sat up on your legs, your brown eyes hard. “I don’t get upset when you talk about Barbara and I didn’t get upset when you were dating Kory and constantly telling me how beautiful and smart and kind and amazing she was. So why do you get to shame me for sharing some things about Jason?”

“I’m not shaming you,” he argued. “I just — you’re not attracted to him, are you?”

An exhale, or maybe it was a scoff, left your mouth. “You’re not serious.”

He moved to his feet, suddenly reminding you just how big Richard Grayson was; big, broad shoulders, large  hands moving to rest beside both of your thighs., effectively caging you in agains his strong, broad chest. His blue eyes that normally regarded you with warm were now leveling you with a gaze alien to his features.

Desperation. 

“Tell me.”

Your heart was pounding, blood rushing in your ears. Your face was burning hot. He was so close, his pants of breath fanning against your face. 

“Please, sweetness,” he rasped, “I need you to tell me that you have feelings for my brother. Because if you don’t, I’m going to kiss you and I can’t come back from that. Not with you.”

Dreaming. You had to be dreaming. 

“I don’t have feelings for your brother.” You let out a surprised squeal as your back hit the mattress, Dick’s lips against yours. He kissed you hard and slow, as if he were committing the taste of you to memory. He moved a thigh between your leg and you sucked in a breath. One of his large hands moved to cup your breast. 

“Dick, hold on.” You gripped his wrist, your chest rising and falling in heavy pants. “Just… give me a second.”

He helped sit you up, his hands hovering instead of touching you. “I’m sorry.”

“I just want to be clear that this,” you motioned between the two of you, “isn’t just some flash in the pan and you didn’t just kiss me out of some weird territorial shit with your brother.”

“I can assure you that I didn’t kiss you out of spite to Jason,” he said, a half smile on his lips. 

“So you like me. Romantically.”

“I do.”

Your face warmed. “Good. Because I like you, too.”

Dick gave you a brilliant smile. “Good.”

𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — like, yeah, jason todd is my bestest boy but dick and i are ✨synonyms✨ you know?

[annwrites]

—long black road

and, baby, when you think of me, i hope it ruins rock 'n' roll. — 80srockstar!billy x reader ; ✩ : · ✿

x dividers

The crowd shooshes and you smooth the skirt of your dress, ensuring your legs are perfectly crossed as you clasp your hands over your knees, looking to David Letterman with a smile, while he looks at the camera.

"Alright, folks. We have a really special one for you tonight. I have here with me the author of the New York Times bestseller, 'In the Back of the Bus: My Year with Billy and The Hard Grove', Y/N."

The camera zooms in on the cover of the book—the boys standing along the side of their tour bus, holding you up on your side, Billy staring down at you with a soft smile, while the others are laughing and smiling amongst themselves.

He turns to you and grins, shaking his head, setting the novel down. "I'll be honest, I'm only about halfway through the book myself, and if there's one thing I've learned on this show, it's that truth is stranger than fiction, and this autobiography only further proves it."

You laugh lightly. "I worried, while writing it, that I'd get accused of lying, because I even said to myself at times 'did we really do that? I mean, did Billy? Surely no one is going to buy this. Literally or figuratively'."

He clasps his hands atop his desk, growing serious.

"I have a plethora of questions. But my first one—and I'm sure this will be the easiest one," he says with obvious sarcasm. "Do you regret any of it?"

You're quiet for a moment, thinking, while the crowd remains silent. Waiting.

You open your mouth to reply.

Billy glances to you, watching as you lean back against a stack of black boxes, meant for stage equipment, looking anywhere but at him.

He smirks. So you're either shy, or just like to be chased. He's done it before—played into the fantasy of the lonely girl who wants to be noticed by the rockstar, instead of the other way around.

If the night ends with your legs spread for him in his penthouse suite, he'll write the whole damn romance novel on your clit with his tongue.

His eyes trail from your tight little velvet bell-bottoms that hug your thighs, to the curve of your round hips, then your hourglass waist, finally licking his lips as he eyes-up your breasts, hiding beneath your glittering crop-top.

"You want an autograph, sweetheart?" He asks, taking another from a waiting fan who's practically bouncing up and down from excitement at being in his mere presence.

He hardly notices her.

Instead, his eyes are trained squarely on you.

"No, thank you," you reply quietly, only glancing to him, then back away, waiting for Carmen.

"What, you don't like my music? Don't tell me you're an Air Supply girl," he says with a smirk, coming over to you.

"I didn't say that," you state plainly, finally looking at him.

He leans in toward you, pressing his palm against one of the boxes.

"You're not sayin' much of anything. Come all this way and you didn't even enjoy the show? I gotta make it up to you somehow, sugar," he says with a charming wink and a wide grin, showing off his perfect teeth.

You merely stare back at him, unimpressed, hoping Carmen wraps up collecting the other band member's signatures, and quickly.

He shrugs, tucking a loose strand behind your ear. "Quiet. That's alright. I like that in a woman."

He then glances down to your chest, then back into your eyes. "Out of pictures, but I can sign somethin' else, if that's more your speed."

You cross your arms then, irritation building. "That's really generous, but I'm not interested."

He can tell he's getting under your skin, and is enjoying every second of it.

He finally sighs, nodding. "Alright. I'll get off your case."

He shrugs.

"When you give me your number. Probably not every day you have the lead singer of a rock band that sold out Chicago Stadium asking for that, huh?" He asks with a cheeky grin and a raised brow.

You merely roll your eyes. But you know this is the only way to get him away from you: pretend to play along, and then he'll go. The game will be over.

He holds a magic marker toward you and you gently take it from him, twisting off the cap.

He then holds out his hand, palm face-up. Just an excuse to have you touch him, really.

Once you’ve finished jotting down the faux number, you hand the marker back to him with a pleasant smile.

And he sees right through it. He half-turns away from you, searching for your friend. Something starting with a ‘C’. And then he spots her. 

He places his thumb and forefinger between his lips and whistles, all eyes suddenly turning in his direction—a plethora of young women praying to God he’s wanting their attention, specifically.

But he hones-in only on Carmen. 

He jerks his head toward you. “You two live together in an apartment or somethin’?”

Giddy from the fact he’s even talking to her, she begins to nod excitedly. “Yes!”

“You got a landline, then, I assume. What’s the number?”

You begin rapidly shaking your head, staring with wide-eyes at her, but she’s too entranced by Billy to even acknowledge your presence as she spouts it off to him.

He turns back to you with a raised brow and a sarcastic shake of his head. “Looks like you gave me a bogus number, honey. Guess we need to turn that zero into a six.”

As he corrects the number on his hand, you merely glare at the back of Carmen’s head.

1980s rock band, billy & the hard grove, are at the top of the music charts, as well as the world.

billy—the lead singer & a guitarist—has everything he could ever ask for & never could've imagined he'd one day have when he left that podunk indiana town: drugs, women, money, & worldwide fame.

but not what he needs, even if he doesn't know it—is reluctant to admit to desiring it in fear of seeming weak, pathetic, or, much more: fucking it up like he does every other facet of his life in due time—someone who loves him.

along comes you, who he spots backstage after one of the band's shows in indianapolis. quietly standing off to the side, not requesting so much as an autograph from him as groupies & fans gather round.

so, he goes to you instead—refusing to leave you be until you give him your number—& for the first time in his life, he gradually comes to find that he's discovered something that he has no idea how to live without.

&, through billy, you discover a world you never knew existed. one full of passion, excitement, & maybe even love. one where you can step outside the box you've tried to desperately to shove yourself into for so many years.

until your heart is broken, & you finally remember why you'd kept it so carefully protected all your life.

&, in turn, billy loses not just his soulmate, but himself as he rapidly goes off the rails with no end in sight, until he, like all natural disasters, finally crashes & burns.

headcanons:

after madison square garden, billy has one of the guys take a picture of him & reader. he pulls her into his lap & she just smiles wide at the camera, while he presses a kiss to her cheek. one of her hands is gently gripping the fingers of the hand of his arm that's around her shoulder. it becomes one of billy's most prized possessions.

he honestly falls for her extremely fast. but he doesn't admit it. just tells her a lot how he really likes her & spending time with her. likes how she treats him & makes him feel.

he likes that she holds him accountable. no one else does & it makes him feel like no one gives a shit about him. like, sometimes he'll do stupid shit just in the hopes of someone telling him 'hey, man, maybe that's enough', but they don't. & he figures it's either bc they truly don't care, or bc they think he's that egotistical that the second he gets told no, he'll leave the band bc he wants to be able to run wild at all hours.

he, at first, wants to spoil her, bc he thinks that's how it works. with groupies, they only want him for sex, or their own five minutes, or for nice clothes or money, a night in a penthouse, etc. they don't see him. they see the guy he brings on stage & to magazine covers, etc. whereas she's not interested in any of that. she tells him that her friendship isn't transactional.

she eventually gets put on at least 1 of the band's tracks—per rod, their manager's, idea. he says it's missing something & it's when he looks at her sitting in a chair behind the sound board that he realizes: female vocals. she's really adamant that she not be on it—she'll ruin it, but he insists. & it's an instant billboard hit.

plotting *MASSIVE SPOILERS HEAD*:

billy is quickly entranced by reader, bc he comes to immediately realize that she wasn’t playing hard-to-get; she just wasn’t interested, which is even more of a chase & challenge for him.

calls her up pretty quickly. like two days later. carmen answers, though, & when she tries to hand the phone off to reader, she refuses to take it. carmen refuses to hang up, though, so reader does it for her.

just keeps blowing up their landline until she finally speaks to him.

after a couple of weeks of idle talking—her not showing any real interest—he breaks out the big guns. he offers to arrange to have her come see the band perform at madison square garden. he’ll pay her entire way there—cabs, airfare, lodgings, food, souvenirs, her front-row ticket, even an all-access backstage pass. she declines, which he’s not happy about. he then asks her as nicely as he can manage—especially with his explosive temper—if she will at least think about it. she agrees to do so & actually does…& changes her mind. he’s thrilled when she says yes. even if it’s not for him. it’s for her. to, for once in her life, do something impulsive. & at least she won’t have to pay for anything.

he puts her in first-class on the plane, gets her a private driver for when she arrives in ny, puts her in a very nice suite at the hotel—& anything she orders through room service is on him. shortly after she arrives, though, she receives a call on the phone in her room informing her there’s a car waiting downstairs for her. 

it takes her straight to the stadium & there’s an usher waiting for her at the gate to escort her backstage as the boys are doing soundcheck. billy just wanted an excuse to show off in front of her.

none of the band members seem too surprised by her presence—because this is something he’s done before & they know he’ll inevitably do again just to score pussy.

when they head back to the hotel, he has her ride with him & he asks her to come up to his suite. “just to check it out-—see what you think,” he says with a smirk. “you’re not getting me into bed.” “damn, at least buy me a drink first.”

nevertheless, she does. & he tries hitting on her further. “so, what’d’ya think?” “it’s impressive. & I thought my room was nice.” “can always stay here instead. even have a nice big california king. more than enough room for two.” she goes to leave with a roll of her eyes, but he stops her & gets serious for a minute, asking her to please stay. 

they talk for awhile & he actually bothers genuinely opening up to her, even a bit. 

she tells him how great she thinks it must be to have the privilege of doing what you love every day like he does. providing joy to millions. 

he asks what she’s passionate about. she enjoys writing, but says she can never finish any story that she starts. & that even if she thinks something she’s come up with one day is really good, by the next she may very-well see it as utter garbage.

he asks if she brought any of her material with her.

“my typewriter is at home, but I do carry a notebook.” “can I read some of it?” “no, I’m sorry. I just worry about…I don’t know. being judged or mocked, I guess.” “welcome to being an artist, baby.” “I’m not your baby.” he smirks. “sure would love it if you were, though.” she just rolls her eyes yet again.

after more talking, she tells him maybe she should head back to her room for the evening. it’s getting to be evening time now & she’d like to shower & order dinner. he offers for her to do so there—he’ll order her whatever she wants. she raises a brow at the offer to shower, so decides to in her own room. 

he gives her an extra key to his room to use once she’s done in hers.

& when she comes back, his room is empty, so she glances in the bathroom for a moment, only to find a vial of coke sitting on the counter. she’s not sure why she’s in disbelief at it, but she is. turns out he was on the balcony.

“you want some?” he asks, nodding toward it. she looks at him like he’s suddenly grown a second head. “of course I don’t. you…you shouldn’t be using it, either. do you have any idea what this will do to you in the long-run? to your life? your body?”

he doesn’t appreciate being preached at. he stalks toward her, smile now gone. “i didn’t pay your way here to listen to you lecture me, honey. so you can either sit your ass down & have a good time, or you can get the hell out.”

“i’ll do you one better. I’ll find my way back home. coming here was clearly a mistake. i don’t know why i thought you were capable of acting like a human being for five seconds. that’s what all you celebrities have in common: you sell your souls to the industry in exchange for fifteen minutes of fame. i just hope it was worth it.”

he watches her head toward the door & his true toxicity finally jumps out. “if you walk out that door i’ll use. i’ll snort myself fucking stupid. but if you stay…i won’t.”

utterly shocked, she turns back around. “i’m still practically a complete stranger to you & you’re willing to use your sobriety for the evening as a way to manipulate me into staying? unbelievable. i’m not one of your little groupies who will fall on her knees & beg for your forgiveness for hurting your precious feelings. i’m leaving.”

just as she turns to leave again he openly wallows in self-pity as he goes to sit on the foot of the bed, head in his hands. “i’m sorry. it’s just like me to fuck everything up. i make everyone leave. even since I was a kid. it’s what i’m best at.”

she knows what he’s doing, but bc she has a conscious she can’t just leave. “it’s called consequences, billy. see, just because you want someone to do something, doesn’t mean they have to. i know that not always getting what you want is probably an unfamiliar concept to you.”

he looks at her with puppy-dog eyes. “i wanted you to stay because i like how you make me feel. how you talk to me. like…like you see me. you see past all the glam rock bullshit. because you’re not falling all over yourself to get five seconds of my time. i’m…i’m sorry, okay? so you have to forgive me.”

she raises a brow, crossing her arms. “i’m sorry, i have to forgive you?”

“yeah, that’s how it works. i tell you i’m—” 

“forgiveness—as well as trust—are both things which are earned. & are only given when the opposite party feels you’re worthy of them. they don’t just get served to you on a silver platter because you said ‘you’re sorry’. that was maybe how it worked when you were like, three, or four, but not now.”

“can you please just stay?”

“no, billy, i’m tired. & hungry. so i’m going back to my room. i’ll…reassess in the morning. for what it’s worth, i hope you don’t use. but that choice is ultimately up to you.”

next morning she gets a breakfast platter delivered. “compliments of mister hargrove.”

fresh fruits, juice, milk, pastries, eggs, toast, bacon, sausage, etc. as well as a stack of pancakes. & when she removes the lid to them? written in chocolate chips—surrounded by a heart of whipped topping—are the words 'i’m sorry’. 

She goes to throw them in the trash, but it’s so ridiculous that she can’t help but smile at it…& eat half of them.

& then there’s a knock at the door. & when she opens it, billy is standing on the other side, smug with himself that she’s still there. “mornin’, sunshine,” he says, barging in. then, “see you got my apology note.”

in regards to the music track she's featured on, she's extremely nervous once she's in the recording room. like, shaking & her breathing is unsteady. heart is pounding. billy himself struggles with anxiety (i'm going to make that a very big reason as to why he uses), so he takes her face between his hands as he stares into her eyes until her breathing has calmed.

he tells her to only look at him & the sheet music w/ the lyrics on it in front of her. they're the only two people there. ignore the people in the other room, ignore the band behind them. just look at him.

"can...can i hold your hand?"

he gives her a soft smile. "of course you can."

i do have a breakup scene planned in the future where she gets in an evening early—she's supposed to be in the next morning—& when she walks into billy's room, she finds him in bed with two girls. fucking one doggystyle, snorting cocaine off her back, while the other is pressed up against his side.

reader is heartbroken, but somehow...not entirely surprised. it was like she'd been waiting for something just like this to happen.

he sees her, freezes, then, "fuck".

he jumps off the bed, racing over to her before she can leave. just like that first night, as soon as she grips the door handle, he speaks. "if you leave i'll kill myself".

the girls gasp, looking at each other.

reader pauses.

"i'll do it. i'll throw myself off the goddamn balcony."

she turns back to him with a look of both disbelief & loathing.

"i'm a piece of fuckin' shit. so i'm not above threatening my own life to make you stay. i know you won't leave me."

she all but backs him into a wall, staring at him. he tries to turn his head this way & that. he can't even look her in the eyes.

& then she grabs his chin, forcing him to. a beat of silence. "no, you won't. you're pathetic. i shouldn't be surprised, though. you showed me who you were that first night, didn't you? what was it you said again when i tried to leave? 'i'll snort myself stupid'?"

her eyes trail down & back up, tears shimmering when she meets his own again, which are bloodshot. "clean yourself up."

she turns to leave.

"i love you."

she turns the handle. "you don't even understand the meaning of the word."

she glances back to the groupies. "good luck with him. you're going to need it."

with that, she walks out, slamming the door.

she hears him yell for the girls to "get the fuck out!"

he sinks down to the floor, pulling his knees to his chest as he starts to cry.

she heads toward the elevator.

it's taking forever. & just as it dings, the band's bass player comes back from getting ice, excited to see her. "hey! i thought your flight wasn't due in until tomorrow?"

"i'm leaving."

he blocks the open doors then. "wait, wait, wait. what—what happened? did he do something?"

"as if you don't know. you're just like him. all men are the same. you're all liars."

he swallows, filling with guilt. "i wanted to tell you. i just—how the fuck could i be the one to break your heart? hey, just, listen. he never fucking deserved you. from that first day he didn't. he doesn't give a shit about anybody but himself. doesn't see anything unless it's his own reflection in a mirror. & that's what he would've turned you into in time. but i see you. i see how beautiful you are. and kind. talented, smart. just...wonderful. and i—"

she crushes her lips to his.

he drops the ice.

"can we go to your room?"

unable to even speak, he just nods, fumbling with the key.

they sleep together.

cut to her sitting on the floor of the shower, pulled into herself as she thinks on what she just did with regret.

"you alright in there?"

"y—yeah. i'll be out in a minute!"

"you want me to join you?"

"i'm almost done!"

she gets out & he's right back at the door. "you want me to order room—"

she sits on the toilet lid, switching the blow dryer on just to be left alone.

once the band is at the recording studio the next morning (she remains at the hotel), one of the other members asks where you are. "wasn't she supposed to be in by now?"

billy freezes up again, having no idea wtf to even say.

then, "she's at the hotel sleeping."

billy turns toward the bassist, his eyes full of rage. "excuse me? but what the fuck did you just say?"

rod is in the other room watching. "oh shit."

bassist shrugs. "you never deserved her in the first place."

all hell breaks loose.

billy throws a music stand at him, which he dodges. then he grabs his bass guitar from its stand & slams it down on the floor, breaking it in two.

bassist lunges & they start fist-fighting right in the middle of the room.

billy initially gets the upper-hand, throwing repeated punches until the bassist gets on top of him & starts trying to choke him out, until rod pulls him off & demands they separate until they both cool off.

billy goes back to the hotel immediately. he needs to see for himself.

& he does. he pounds on the door.

you open it, wearing only a robe from the hotel.

"i just had to see it for myself. you're a fucking hypocrite."

you feel sick. "difference is, at least i did it once we were no longer together."

he sneers. "that is a comfort to no one but you." then, "what? you think he's better for you or something? you think he actually fucking sees you?"

"like you did?"

"yeah, i did. but with him?" he chuckles. "you're just—to him you're just going to be a perfect goddamn madonna. god-forbid you ever make a mistake. because the minute you do—"

"so what was i to you, billy? the whore?"

"no, you were just mine."

"not anymore."

tears are in his eyes. "fuck you."

"he already did," you say, slamming the door in his face.

in the future, things hit their climax when billy can't take it anymore. all of it. so he overdoses in bed, clutching that polaroid of the two of you.

one of the guys find him bc he's late for something or other.

you stand shaking in the doorway, watching as he'd loaded onto a stretcher, staring at that photo in his hand, crying. & you know who you really want. what you really want. have all along.

you go back to your room w/ the bassist & he says something unforgivable. "i hope he dies."

"what?"

"i mean it. we'd be better off. the whole goddamn world would. he's just a junkie waste of space anyway."

"you're a monster."

"i'm sorry, what?"

"i—i'm leaving. i need to go to him."

"you're going to him?" after everything he's done he still gets what he wants. are you fucking kidding me? no. you belong with me."

"i'm still in love with him! i never stopped being. this is over. i'm done."

so you go to billy at the hospital.

he tells you he wishes they'd just let him die.

you tell him how you feel.

and then he holds you in his hospital bed while you both lie together in silence.

[simslegacy5083]

Today's (10/30/2024) Episode: An Evening of Contests

After a morning spent gaming and learning indoors, Luigi’s family and their foundation friends were ready to enjoy some fresh air and sunshine.

He’d prepared a fun and wholesome event to cap off the foundation livestream, gathering everyone on a nearby beach. Isra, who still worked at the Observe to Conserve foundation took point, explaining a bit of the conservation work they did, and also specifically how trash left on the beach by careless Sims could harm not just the beauty of the environment, but also the health of the native plants and animals living there.

Then she and Luigi showed off a collection of prizes. They divided the attendees into small groups and promised first choice of prizes to whichever group collected the most trash over the next hour or so.

The kids of various ages were excited to roam up and down the beach, picking up anything that didn’t belong and collecting inventories full of trash they hoped to exchange for priority access to one prize or another they had liked.

Some of them, especially the younger ones, were perhaps a bit more distracted exploring the pretty beach than cleaning it, but Isra had experience with this. As they got closer to the designated time she made regular announcements, and by the last 5 minutes everyone was clustered around the last few uncleaned feet of beach hunting for last minute “treasures”.

Yoshi collected great footage of it all, including Isra’s little awards ceremony and her final pitch for the kids to keep Sulani Beautiful as they left.

After the kids dispersed with their winnings, Luigi headed back to the gaming center where he had arranged to meetup with Professor Silva.

He wasn’t the only one looking forward to seeing his old faculty mentor.  A number of his old Foxbury E-Sports teammates came too, engaging in an impromptu mini-tourney. Much to the chagrin of the professional e-sports players there, Luigi’s college fling Jade won the day.

Yoshi was taking a charging break, but Skye captured several pictures of his father’s defeat, not that Lawbourne senior was too broken up about his loss. “Some of my fondest memories are playing games with you guys at the University commons, and this was a great walk down memory lane!”

“If you’re up for more reminiscing, the E-Sports team has their big game coming up in just a few hours” Professor Silva mentioned. “I’d love for you all to head back to campus with me and cheer on my current crew; maybe pick out your favorites for the Rainy Day internship program?”

Noemi and several others were only too happy to spin into their winter wear and teleport to the stadium at their old Alma Mater.

“Your mom and I made so many great memories here” Luigi told his son as they walked through campus. “When you’re old enough we should take the college tour so you can see everything Foxbury has to offer.” Skye nodded shyly, not wanting to disappoint his parents, but in truth the big, cold lot intimidated him. He wasn’t so sure about this whole “university” thing.

The game was well worth the price of admission. The two teams were neck and neck all evening, but in the end, for the first time in a long time, Foxbury won the day. “You did it – congrats man!” Luigi enthused to his old mentor as they were leaving the stadium.

 “Thank you for supporting the team,” Coach Silva replied, “I’ve got to get back to my champions, but your advice and help made a big difference.”

By the time the game ended it was quite late, but no one wanted to go to bed without ringing in the new year. To that end they made their way back to the gaming center to end the evening in style. 

“Shushubie… shushubie… Fleeba Zoob!” the large group of Luigi’s favorite sims cried as the New Year’s countdown ticked over to midnight.

A recharged Yoshi was cruising the crowd with the other streaming cameras, capturing the celebration as everyone thanked their viewers for contributing to the big fundraiser earlier in the day. With hugs all around, and a strange question from Skye about how long teeth took to digest (where, Luigi wondered, did kids get these ideas!?) the large happy family started the new year off right: with a dance party of course.

Luigi didn’t know how things would look a year from now, but it seemed unlikely he’d be able to top that day’s accomplishments.

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[untitled5071]

I have a Lisa Frankenstein request! If you'd rather not, thats totally okay, but I'd love a modern au of them going to a my chemical romance concert. ^^ it's for me and for one of my friends too, and it would really mean a lot to us! Thank you so much for doing what you do!

I hope you like it!

🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦

“Oh my god oh my god, I think this is it!” 

Even though Lisa’s eyes were trained on the stage in front of her, her arms were busy shaking the daylights out of her husband, her hands on his shoulders while he chuckled adoringly at her enthusiasm. He wasn’t doing too good of a job at hiding his own, either; this concert may have been a gift for Lisa while they ‘traveled’ through Mexico as part of their “don’t get caught by the police” world tour, but he was excited too. 

They hadn’t been to a concert in a long time; after Lisa was reanimated and recovered, the two of them had gotten as far away from Brookside as they could potentially get, and once the dust settled, they decided to do a little traveling to see what the modern world could offer them. They had no end of potential date ideas, but they both particularly liked live music. 

Though their favorite of all time would always be the private one given in the living room of Lisa’s old home, they both enjoyed being among other music lovers and shouting lyrics like maniacs. Granted, he knew he wouldn’t be doing much shouting tonight in the sea of people they found themselves in-both because he knew he wouldn’t be heard and because shouting just wasn’t in the cards tonight, but it was all worth it for the sake of seeing Lisa so happy. 

Speaking of Lisa, her declaration that the show was starting seemed to be right on the money, since the lights were starting to dim, the anticipatory roar of the crowd was starting to get louder and cell phone flashlights were starting to flick on like illuminated eyes across the arena. The creature divided his attention between Lisa and the stage as the sound of a heart monitor was projected over the screams of the fans, and she grabbed his stitched-on hand in a vice grip when a gurney containing a covered body was rolled onstage. 

Lisa’s cheers joined that of the rest of the crowd when the body revealed itself to be the lead singer, clad in a hospital gown over his signature dark outfit and clutching a microphone. The first song was ironically called “The End”, and as the creature expected, Lisa sang every word at the top of her lungs, teased hair flying in every direction as she bounced along to the beat.

He knew buying her that second hand iPod Nano last year was a good idea. 

The first verse ended with Gerard Way ripping off his hospital gown as the biggest curtain they had ever seen opened to reveal the rest of the band, already whaling away on their respective instruments. They all wore black outfits and parade marshal’s jackets (which seemed fitting), and they weren’t the only ones who had dressed the part. 

Lisa had spent hours trying to pick the perfect combination of tights and tops for this concert (all black, of course), and had finally settled on black fishnet tights that she had torn and woven back together herself with more colorful embroidery thread (sticking heavily to purple and green to match her husband’s stitched limbs), a black tulle miniskirt and a black sports bra under a mesh top, complete with black and dark-gray striped arm warmers, to match the fashion of the time. He himself was wearing a leather jacket over a deep red shirt, and his best ripped jeans that Lisa distressed for him, in more ways than one. They blended in perfectly with the ocean of punks around them, and that was just fine by them. 

The band cycled through their set with infectious energy and an electric stage presence, and the creature was surprised that the stadium they were in didn’t collapse under the weight of the stomping and jumping the audience was doing. He was particularly fascinated by the mosh pit that had formed towards the font; it was mesmerizing to see all of those bodies moving in such a disjointed but synchronized way that anyone could immediately understand was dangerous if not done properly. He had to respect it, honestly. 

The biggest problem with it, on the other hand, was that it was blocking their view of the stage, and by the time the band’s most popular started (signaled by a single note that was almost drowned out by the crowd), the frenzied movements of the people closer to the stage got more intense, as did the noise level. 

Lisa was staining herself on her tiptoes to see over the screaming heads in front of them, and when her husband noticed this, he put a hand on her shoulder gently, shuffling in the limited space that they had so that his back was to her, and squatted down slightly. Lisa got the hint immediately and hopped onto his back, and he hoisted her up so she could see over the several hundred flip phones being used to record the show and get a better view of the stage. She was delighted by this plan, holding onto him with her thighs and one hand while waving her other hand in the air, mirroring Gerard on stage. And even though her voice was meshing with thousands of others, even that of the actual lead singer, the creature thought her voice was the clearest and most beautiful of them all. 

She must have been able to feel his adoring gaze somehow, because as the song ended in a shower of confetti and pyrotechnics, she bent down and kissed his right cheek first, then his left, whispering (or, given the noisy circumstance) said in a normal speaking voice, 

“Thank you. I love you so much.”

And though he was particularly tongue-tied that evening and unable to speak the words back, he hoped that the kiss he gave her amidst the crowd’s raucous applause spoke his feelings adequately. 

They stayed that way as the concert continued, the creature keeping Lisa safe in the arms collapsed around where she was perched on his back and Lisa sneaking little kisses or playing with his hair in between songs, and as the band played one of their slower pieces, the two undead souls swayed together, united in their love of music and each other. 

These are the eyes and the lies of the taken

These are their hearts but their hearts don't beat like ours

They burn 'cause they are all afraid

When mine beats twice as hard

'Cause the world is ugly

But you're beautiful to me

[iuliacaesar]

72 Seasons album opinion + my experience at M72 Tour in Madrid

72 Seasons is the eleventh studio album by the American heavy metal band Metallica, released on April 14, 2023. This album marks the band's first full-length release since 2016's "Hardwired... to Self-Destruct," as a collaborative effort between the band members and producer Greg Fidelman, who also worked on their previous album.

In this album we can observe a great growth in the band's music production, as we can appreciate Metallica's signature sound, blending thrash metal with elements of hard rock and progressive metal. It features heavy riffs, complex arrangements and powerful vocals, which show a vast development and maturity of their musical skills. From the first track, titled as the album, to the last one, Inamorata, we can notice the great energy transmitted with their powerful intros. 

This album also has a meaning. The title "72 Seasons" refers to the first 18 years of a person's life, a period that significantly shapes who they become. The album delves into themes of childhood, personal growth, and the lasting impact of early experiences. I believe this also has a symbolic meaning that shows the transformation Metallica has had through the years.

The album generally received positive reviews from critics, who mostly praised James Hetfield's lyrics and vocal performance but criticized the album's song length and some repetitive song parts. 

72 Seasons received three nominations at the 66th Grammy Awards, winning Best Metal Performance for the title track 72 Seasons.

In my view, 72 Seasons had influence from their previous album mentioned before, because they already have a firm model of song structure, with similar riffs, rhythms and vocals.

My favorite songs in this album are 72 Seasons, Screaming Suicide and Shadows Follow. Overall I enjoy this album because of their mature and perfect technique when playing their instruments and vocals, they have great harmony and strength. I would give this album a 9, only because of the repetitive parts in some songs. However in live these songs don't feel long at all, on contrary, they feel short.

On November 28, 2022, Metallica announced the album's title, release date, tracklist and a promotional tour of North America and Europe, featuring Pantera, Five Finger Death Punch and Architects among others, titled the M72 World Tour, and I had the honor to assist the M72 Tour in Madrid, at the Civitas Metropolitano Stadium. The concert lasted 3 hours divided on two days, 12th and 14th July 2024. 

Both concerts had amazing visuals on stage screens for those who couldn’t see the members close enough, but even so I felt so close to them, because they really were playing for the crowd, giving a very comfortable and friendly environment. I’d like to highlight that both events started with the song The Ecstasy of Gold from the film The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, a moment that reminded me of Enter Sandman live in Moscow in 1991, the first video I saw from Metallica when I was 7 and moreover the largest concert in metal history. But we must not forget that the most important thing is how beautifully and dedicatedly they performed both concerts, which consisted in five songs from  72 Seasons, Ride the Lighting and Metallica, four songs from the Master of Puppets album, two songs from Reload, …And Justice for All, Kill ‘Em All and Death Magnetic, the unexpected song King of Nothing from the Load album and my personal favorite of the night, Moth Into Flame from Hardwired… To Self-Destruct.

This concert is something I'll never experience again, and I must say, 12th and 14th July 2024 will be forever the happiest days of my life, that’s why I’m writing this.

I hope you guys enjoyed my article and I’ll look forward to bring some more :) Also don’t forget to like and follow me on my socials.

much love xoxo

pd: photos aren't mine because my phone camera is shitty :( they're from their official Instagram (@metallica).

[hoshologies]

10:14 pm, choi s.

genres &&. warnings — timestamp, fluff, established relationship &&. lapslock intended, crying, soobin being adorable.

word count — 1.8k

note — happy one week anniversary to me and txt san antonio d1. miss existing in the same room as txt so much. anyways i started writing this on saturday night after la d1 because i was just. so completely overwhelmed with emotions. i'm so proud of txt. i always will be.

the second your boyfriend and his friends have taken their bows, said their seemingly never-ending goodbyes to fans, and disappeared behind the divider that allows them to slip backstage unseen, you’re winding your way out of the crowd. fans are packing their things away, a cacophony of lightsticks powering down ringing out around you, and you smile at unsuspecting fans as you move past, making for the stairs as fast as possible without tripping.

you break out into the halls of the stadium and while you’ve made it out of the crowd in the stands, you’re met with the exiting mob. it’s like swimming against the current, just on land rather than water. and you’re trying desperately not to push anyone, sticking close to the outskirts so you’re not fighting against too many people, taking your time to pick your way through the throngs of concertgoers.

but the closer you get to the backstage entrance yeonjun showed you earlier, the more restless you become. you haven’t seen soobin in a month because of this tour, and facetime calls are a sad excuse of a compromise; you’ve missed seeing the real thing in person since he kissed you goodbye in the entrance to your apartment with a promise of calling you the second he touched down in america. more important than anything right now is to see him face to face, to hold him to your chest and not let go for minutes on end.

what transpired tonight feels like a fever dream: stadium show, sold out, every single seat filled. this is what soobin and the boys have been working towards their entire career, and they made it. and you were here for it. when you’d initially booked your flight to la, you hadn’t considered the milestone tonight and tomorrow night would be for the boys; you simply missed soobin and you’d wanted to see him. but halfway through the show, it hit you just how monumental all of this really is.

and that realization now is manifesting into an incessant need to see choi soobin right this second. you barely stop long enough to flash the security guards at the backstage entrance your badge, proving that you’re allowed to be back there, before you’re taking off again in the direction of the dressing rooms. away from the fans, your tears, happy as they may be, flow freely and you nearly get lost a couple of times before the green room finally comes into view, door wide open and laughter pouring out like audible warmth, steady and comforting and like home.

you dash towards the room, coming to a short stop in the threshold, a hand braced against the cool metal frame. the five boys are goofing off, wiping sweat from their faces and munching on snacks to tide them over until they get back to their hotel, laughing and shoving at one another as they joke around in a bid to burn off adrenaline. they’re so wrapped up in their own little world that not a single one notices you. something or other about taking matters into your own hands, you suppose.

“hey! choi soobin!” you call, out of breath and wild with anticipation and excitement. a month apart is coming to a very surprise close and when the boy in question whips around, eyes wide and round like a deer in headlights, it’s all you can do not to melt under his discerning gaze, watching as he blinks once, twice, three times while he registers that you stand before him, eyes just as wide and breathing just as heavy. but when he finally catches up to reality, the expression that crosses his face is priceless.

“oh my god!” he says, blindly setting down whatever he was eating on the table behind him before he rushes across the room to you. his embrace comes in hot and fast, arms wrapped tight around your waist in the blink of an eye, so much momentum that the two of you stumble into the hallway, still locked together. “oh my god, what are you doing here?”

he pulls his face away from your neck to really get a look at you. his eyes shine with tears and stardust, catching stray beams of light in the hallway. he looks like he can’t believe any of this is real and honestly, you don’t blame him because it doesn’t feel real at all to you either.

“i came to see you, silly,” you respond, smiling up at your precious boyfriend. you sink your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, wrap your arms a little tighter around him, shuffle a little closer. you’ve wished to be back in his embrace every night for weeks and now you’re here and it feels like the first time all over again: special and warm and one of a kind. “i missed you and i couldn’t wait anymore, so… here i am.”

soobin smiles brightly and who are you to not return it?

“here you are,” he repeats, untangling his arms from around your waist, only to cup your cheeks in his hands to leave a million and one kisses on your face. he giggles the whole time, nuzzling his nose along your skin and whispering sweet nothings between every one. “‘m glad you’re here. thank you for coming.”

when his mission of pressing kisses to every square inch of your face is complete, he winds his arms around you again, leaning his cheek against the top of your head. he rocks you back and forth in that hallway for so long, just holding you against his chest, his heartbeat strong and steady under your cheek. you missed this, you missed him, but you’re glad that he went away to chase his dreams.

“‘m so proud of you, binnie. you did so well tonight,” you say quietly, voice trembling on the last few syllables. your fingers curl tight into the back of his shirt, not so much to wrinkle it but enough to anchor yourself against him as you feel the tears bubbling up.

soobin smiles, felt in the way his cheek rustles against your hair. one hand presses warm and comforting into the small of your back, the other soothing the space above. it’s a little ridiculous, the way you’re the one crying when he’s the one who just played a three hour concert to a sold out stadium of over twenty thousand people, but you are so overcome with pride that you can’t help it. he’s fought so hard to get here, he deserves this more than anyone you know (the other four boys excluded).

soobin shushes you softly when he feels the first few tears seep through his shirt. “shh, darling. you don’t need to cry. it’s okay.”

he coos at you over and over, breathy little chuckles wracking through him every once in a while, whispering about how cute and sweet and lovely you are. he reiterates time and time again that really, there’s no reason to cry, but through your attempts to catch your breath, you tell him that you can’t help it, that you’re so overwhelmed with pride and love that the only way your body knows how to release it is through tears, which makes him giggle even more and hold you even tighter.

“my baby, always so sweet to me.” his voice is soft and gentle, warm against the top of your head. “i made it this far because you always believed in me. i’m glad you were here to see it all.”

you sniffle and nod in assent, muttering a “me too,” voice still thick with tears. you’re gradually coming down off the adrenaline of the night, glad to have the sweetest boy in front of you holding your pieces together. when you finally do calm down enough, he leans back, arms still linked around you and a soft smile on his face.

“it’s about time for us to clear out of here for the night. wanna come back to the hotel and have dinner?” he asks, tilting his head to meet your gaze, eyes still shining with that silver stardust. you nod again and he smiles that pouty little smile of his. his hands take their rightful place on your cheeks, soft thumbs wiping away stray tears, and he kisses you slow and gentle. “so cute… c’mon. let’s get out of here.”

soobin moves away reluctantly, but links your hands together when he turns back towards the green room where yeonjun, beomgyu, taehyun, and kai have been watching it all unfold. you’d be lying if you said it doesn’t look like all four of them are a little misty eyed themselves, but you won’t embarrass them like that. 

: : bonus

soobin lays on his side facing you, his eyelashes fluttering against the soft skin of his cheeks as he sleeps. his breathing is slow and steady, comforting even when his exhales breeze across your face. he looks peaceful like this, a sight that you’ve missed since the moment he left you in korea.

as you study his features, you’re overcome with that pride again because it still hasn’t set in that tonight has been monumental. it feels like a dream you’re about to wake up from but don’t want to, but how could it be anything but real? he and the boys have worked so hard to get to this point. you saw the old tweets fans were bringing up. this has been the dream since day one and it’s come true. how special is that?

you can feel the tears welling again, pricking at the back of your eyes in the dark, and you sniffle as quietly as possible. but as though he has a radar for your emotions, soobin shifts, cracks an eye open and then the other when he realizes you’re about to cry again. he giggles breathily in the near-pitch black of the hotel room and scoots in closer, wrapping his arms tight around you.

“no more crying,” he whispers, nuzzling his nose against your hairline. the amusement in his voice is nothing short of sincere and playful; it’s not chastizing or annoyed, just simply warm because you care about him so much that you feel affected the same way he does. he presses you soft to his chest, a hand rubbing soothingly at your back. “no more tears tonight. go to sleep.”

you nod against him, snuggling in close and melting into a warmth that is distinctly his. you can’t ever be apart from him again; you miss this when he’s away, never able to get good sleep because you’re always hyperfixated on the cool, empty space next to you. but now, you’re slipping away like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

“missed you, soob,” you say quietly. “don’t leave me again.”

he laughs silently, just a little tremble of his shoulders to prove it ever happened, and scoots impossibly closer. “next time, you’re coming with me, i promise. but at least you’re here now.”

he’s right. at least you’re here now. and you don’t plan on leaving again for a while.

© hoshologies 2023. do not translate, copy, or repost my work on any sight.

[popstarryeyed]

my first reaction to ttpd was that she shouldn't be releasing new music at the peak of her overexposure, the general public is divided on whether it's in desperate need of editing or a raw unfiltered masterpiece, some of the things she says on the songs (e.g. "but daddy i love him" and "i can do it with a broken heart") are things she maybe shouldn't have said or that at the very least come off extremely weirdly when sung on her gigantic stadium tour...seems like maybe the core problem with the album is that she released it when she did. like sure maybe she did feel like fans expressing concern were just "bitching and moaning" but with a little time to think about it she might realize that maybe that's not an emotion she wants to share publicly - bc they were right. and maybe a song about how tough it is to perform would be better released after the tour, so that fans don't feel guilty for going to see her. maybe with some time and editing she'd whittle down the tracklist, make the songs more coherent. but she knows people will buy anything from her now so she just rushes all these projects out without any thought, and her fans will yell at anyone who says it's unpolished about how it's just ~honest~ and how dare you judge her unfiltered feelings. having an editor and thinking carefully about what you put out there isn't censorship

[endlich-allein]

Hello, I just wanted your opinion and thoughts of rammstein 30th anniversary, like do you think we will get the 2019,2022 dvds or even hopefully the velodrom 2001 full concert dvd, and what about some of the official making of videos of angst and other videos of the zeit album, and we can't forget about the new documentary, so do you think we'll get any of these things this year for rammstein 30th anniversary 🤘🏻🖤

Hi 🖖🏻

What do I expect from the group's 30th anniversary !?

First on stage I would like to see old pyro effects again like for example Till's coat of flames, the dragon masks or even Engel's wings (even if I don't want Till to hurt his back) 🔥

And also I would love to see Bück Dick (with the Tillake moment) and Pussy (with the cannon) again (although I have very little hope 🙄)

And also the mini b-stage at eye level with the public (even if I know that in a stadium it's complicated).

I don't have too many expectations for the setlist, I would just like a few surprises compared to the last three rounds.

And why not a slightly "loud and hard" first part, a bit "Rammstein old-school", like with Clawfinger 🤘🏻

I'm waiting for the live DVD but I don't really know which images will be there: those filmed in Vienna in 2019 and/or those from Mexico in 2022. I'm not sure they can make a mix of the two as there are quite a few differences between these tours...

We also know that they filmed some videos in Mexico, we have already seen those of Richard and Paul but the context of these images has not been officially clarified. Nor if the live DVD will be paired with the documentary.

Besides, I'm waiting with even more impatience for the documentary which has just been finished at the start of 2024.

We know that it should be divided into 4 parts/episodes (broadcast on a streaming platform) and include archive images of the group, in particular live images (well those which have not been leaked since certain "fans" (?) have again embarrassed the group by publishing videos on YouTube which were originally planned for the documentary thus causing a delay in production 😡).

And we know from Paul's own mouth that the song Ramm4 should be published alongside the documentary. I don't know if there is a date planned at the moment: before, during or after the tour...

I don't think we will have any other DVDs this year, especially from an old concert like the one from 2001 in Berlin. If it comes out one day, it will be on their YouTube channel.

What I would like to see in the documentary :

- We know that there will be interviews with the guys so I would like them to tell us funny anecdotes, their best memories, stories that they experienced together, to tell us what unites them still today, etc ;

- Images from before Rammstein, from their lives in the GDR, from their musical beginnings with Feeling B, First Arsch, Die Firma, etc ;

- Interviews with those close to them and their views on the guys, their beginnings and their evolution into an international super band ;

- I would like images of the band in recording sessions and rehearsals, to see how they think about what they are going to do on stage, behind the scenes in a way, how they work ;

- I would also like some new images from backstages, I love the photos we got but on video it must be even better ;

- Obviously I would love to have the making of the most recent videos: Deutschland (I'll be very very very very very disappointed if I don't see it this year 🙏🏻), Adieu, Zeit, etc.

I would also like a best-of with unreleased songs, we know that the guys have recorded songs over time that have never been published on an album so it would be cool if they offered them to us today.

I don't really know what else to expect, I want to be surprised🥳 And please, Rammstein, don't sell your new merch too expensive, I'm out of money 🥲

[justforbooks]

David Crosby, who has died aged 81, was a premier-league rock’n’roll star twice. In the mid-1960s he was a founder member of the Byrds, the Los Angeles band often credited with inventing the genre “folk-rock”. This was defined by their shimmering recording of Bob Dylan’s Mr Tambourine Man, its distinctive harmonies and chiming 12-string guitar carrying it to the top of the charts in Britain and the US in 1965.

Arrogant and argumentative, Crosby was sacked from the Byrds in 1967, but, after producing Joni Mitchell’s debut album, Song to a Seagull, he found an ideal berth with Crosby, Stills and Nash. It was a group of distinct individuals who wrote their own songs, but together they created one of the great harmony-singing blends in pop history. Their debut album, Crosby Stills & Nash (1969), was an immediate smash, and proved hugely influential on a rising generation of west coast artists. Crosby’s long hair, walrus moustache and buckskin jacket made him look like a frontiersman for the Age of Aquarius. Their second album, Déjà Vu (1970), with the addition of Neil Young, and the band becoming Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young (CSNY), felt like the crowning moment of a California golden age. It topped the US chart, reached No 5 in the UK and has sold 14m copies.

The members then embarked on solo ventures and their reunions grew increasingly rare, though they reformed for a stadium tour in 1974, a lavishly wasteful affair that Crosby nicknamed “the Doom tour”. A major obstacle was that Crosby, a regular marijuana and LSD user, would succumb to a ferocious addiction to crack cocaine, with near-fatal consequences. This came to a head on 28 March 1982, when he was arrested by the California Highway Patrol after he crashed his car into the central divider on the Interstate 405 highway. Police found freebasing paraphernalia and a .45-calibre pistol in the car, and it was later determined that Crosby had suffered a seizure from “toxic saturation”.

A couple of weeks later he was arrested again on similar charges, this time at a Dallas nightclub where he was performing. A spell in a rehab facility in New Jersey failed when Crosby fled the premises. His decline from prince of west coast rock aristocracy to struggling addict was halted only when he was jailed in Texas in 1986, following yet another drugs-and-firearms arrest.

In 1985, Spin magazine had told its readers “The Tragic Story of David Crosby’s Living Death”, but after being paroled from Huntsville prison in August 1986, Crosby staged a remarkable comeback. He marked his return with the enthralling autobiography Long Time Gone (1988) and the solo album Oh Yes I Can (1989). He would make six further solo discs, in addition to Crosby & Nash (2004), two albums with Stills and Nash (Live It Up in 1990 and After the Storm, 1994) and American Dream and Looking Forward with CSNY (1988 and 1999). In 1987 he married Jan Dance, who had survived her own addiction purgatory alongside him. Shortly after being diagnosed with hepatitis C, in 1994 he underwent a liver transplant, the operation paid for by Phil Collins (Crosby had sung on Collins’s 1989 hit Another Day in Paradise), and bounced back with renewed energy.

Born in Los Angeles, he was the second son of the cinematographer Floyd Crosby and his first wife, Aliph Van Cortlandt Whitehead, a scion of the influential Van Cortlandt dynasty. Floyd came from an upper-class New York background, his father having been the treasurer of the Union Pacific Railroad, and his mother the daughter of a renowned surgeon. He had tried his hand at banking in New York before working on documentary films in the South Pacific (including FW Murnau’s Tabu, for which he won an Oscar) and eventually moving to Hollywood, where he won a Golden Globe award for his work on Fred Zinnemann’s western High Noon and made numerous films with Roger Corman.

David’s early musical influences included classical music and jazz as well as the Everly Brothers and bluesman Josh White, and he recalled how he would take the harmony parts when the family would gather to sing extracts from The Fireside Book of Folk Songs. A trip with his mother to hear a symphony orchestra “was the most intense experience I can remember from my early life” (as he wrote in Long Time Gone), because it illustrated how musicians could collaborate “to make something bigger than any one person could ever do”.

He attended the exclusive Crane school in Montecito, California, then Cate boarding school in Carpinteria. Though intelligent, he regarded academic work with contempt and refused to apply himself. One area where he did shine was in musical stage shows, such as his performance as the First Lord of the Admiralty in Gilbert and Sullivan’s HMS Pinafore. He subsequently attended Santa Barbara City College, but quit and moved to LA to study acting. However, music was becoming his true focus, and he began playing in folk clubs with his elder brother Ethan (who would take his own life in 1997). When a girlfriend became pregnant, Crosby hastily left town and worked his way across the country towards the folk-singing mecca of Greenwich Village, New York, where the likes of Peter, Paul and Mary, Phil Ochs and Joan Baez were breaking through, while Dylan was about to transform the musical climate entirely.

Crosby formed a partnership with the Chicago-born folk singer Terry Callier and they performed frequently together, before Crosby travelled down to Florida in 1962 to sample the folk scene in Miami’s Coconut Grove district. He then worked his way back to Los Angeles via Denver, Chicago and San Francisco. In LA he met Jim (later Roger) McGuinn and Gene Clark, all of them fascinated by the Beatles and the idea of mixing folk with rock’n’roll. They became the Jet Set, which evolved into the Byrds with the addition of the bassist Chris Hillman and drummer Michael Clarke.

Signed to Columbia, the Byrds had already built an enthusiastic local following by playing in clubs such as Ciro’s on Sunset Strip by the time Mr Tambourine Man was released in April 1965, and its success was followed up by their debut album, released in June. Crosby’s distinctive tenor voice was integral to the band’s vocal blend, and he began to develop an idiosyncratic songwriting style.

Influenced by jazz as much as rock, his songs used unusual chords and unconventional melodies. On the band’s third album, Fifth Dimension (1966), one of his most significant contributions was co-writing Eight Miles High. This psychedelic milestone gave them a Top 20 US hit, and also reflected Crosby’s infatuation with the jazz saxophonist John Coltrane. Their next album, Younger Than Yesterday (1967), featured Crosby’s ethereal Everybody’s Been Burned as well as his self-indulgent sound experiment Mind Gardens, while the song Why reflected his admiration for the sitar maestro Ravi Shankar. When the Byrds met the Beatles, Crosby’s enthusiasm for Shankar helped spark George Harrison’s interest in Indian music.

Crosby’s green suede cape and Borsalino hat had made him a Hollywood Hills style icon, but his days as a Byrd were numbered. He had irked his bandmates at the Monterey pop festival in June 1967 by making rambling speeches about LSD and the assassination of John F Kennedy, and also by getting on stage with Stills’s band Buffalo Springfield in place of the absent Young. Crosby’s song Lady Friend (1967) flopped as a single, and during the making of the album The Notorious Byrd Brothers he was fired after arguments over the choice of material. His song Triad, depicting a menage-a-trois, was vetoed by his bandmates as being too risque (Jefferson Airplane subsequently recorded it). Nonetheless, Crosby played on and co-wrote several tracks, and The Notorious Byrd Brothers is arguably the Byrds’ finest album.

Borrowing $25,000 from Peter Tork of the Monkees, Crosby bought a 74ft schooner called Mayan, where he would write some of his best-known songs including Crosby, Stills and Nash’s Wooden Ships. The obvious potential of CSN immediately won them a deal with Atlantic Records, which released their debut album in May 1969. Their second-ever live appearance was at the Woodstock festival that August. Though dominated by the all-round wizardry of Stills, the album showcased the different writing skills of each member. Crosby’s Guinnevere demonstrated his fondness for unusual scales and harmonies, while the bluesy Long Time Gone was a heartfelt response to the assassination of Bobby Kennedy and indicated the group’s willingness to embrace political and social issues.

Déjà Vu, released nine months later, brought another strong showing from Crosby. The hanging chords and mysterious time changes of his title track made it one of his most mesmerising compositions, while Almost Cut My Hair was his battle cry for the counterculture. However, personality clashes within the group while on tour in 1970 prompted them to split.

All the members made solo albums, including Crosby’s If I Could Only Remember My Name (1971). Additionally, he formed a successful duo with Nash, which brought them US Top 10 hit albums with Graham Nash David Crosby (1972, also UK No 13) and Wind on the Water (1975), and they reached No 26 with Whistling Down the Wire (1976). In 1973 Crosby reunited with his previous band for the album Byrds, and in 1977 Crosby, Stills and Nash released CSN, which reached No 2 on the US album chart and outsold the trio’s debut. However, by the time they made Daylight Again (1981), another US Top 10 hit, Crosby was in the throes of addiction. Allies (1983), a patchwork of live and studio material, was the group’s last effort before he was jailed.

Crosby’s post-prison renaissance continued with regular tours with CSN, who went on the road almost annually from 1987, with Young joining them in 2000, 2002 and 2006. He released the solo album Thousand Roads (1993), which gave him a minor hit single with Hero, then picked up the pace dramatically in the new century with Croz (2014), Lighthouse (2016), Sky Trails (2017) and Here If You Listen (2018). For Free, featuring Steely Dan’s Donald Fagen and Michael McDonald, came out in 2021. His final release, in December, was David Crosby & the Lighthouse Band Live at the Capitol Theatre.

One of his regular musical collaborators was James Raymond, his child with Celia Crawford Ferguson, whom Crosby had left pregnant in California in the early 60s, and who had given her baby up for adoption. She later moved to Australia. Raymond met his birth mother in 1994, then in 1995 introduced himself to his biological father at UCLA medical centre, where Crosby was having treatment following his liver transplant. An accomplished musician and composer, Raymond played in the jazz-rock band CPR with his father and Jeff Pevar (they released four albums between 1998 and 2001), was music director for Crosby’s solo live shows and also became a member of Crosby, Stills and Nash’s touring band from 2009.

Yet Crosby’s creative rebirth coincided with a calamitous breakdown in relations with his old comrades. In 2014 Young said CSNY would never tour again after Crosby described his new partner, Daryl Hannah, as “a purely poisonous predator”, and in 2016 Nash, who had always gone the extra mile for Crosby throughout his addiction years, also announced his estrangement from him.

In 1991 Crosby was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame as a member of the Byrds, and in 1997 with Crosby, Stills and Nash. He won the 2019 Critics’ Choice movie award as the “most compelling living subject of a documentary” for AJ Eaton’s film David Crosby: Remember My Name.

Crosby continued to be plagued by health problems. He suffered from type 2 diabetes, and in 2014 was left with eight stents in his heart following major cardiac surgery.

He was the sperm donor for the children of Melissa Etheridge and her partner Julie Cypher: their son, Beckett, who died in 2020, and daughter, Bailey.

Jan and their son, Django, survive him, as do James, a daughter, Erika, by Jackie Guthrie, and a daughter, Donovan, by Debbie Donovan.

🔔 David Van Cortlandt Crosby, musician, singer and songwriter, born 14 August 1941; died 18 January 2023

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In style, Louis Tomlinson performs Faith in The Future World Tour for the first time in a stadium

May 13, 2024

Last Saturday (11), Louis Tomlinson, former member of One Direction, performed for the first time in his solo career at a stadium in São Paulo. The artist, who was committed to promoting the tour and traveled to Brazil last month to give interviews and meet fans who would be present at one of the Faith In The Future World Tour shows.

Even with Allianz Parque divided in half for the show, the crowd was huge and showed a lot of love to the Brit who returned to the city for a show after two years.

Starting with the opening show, Giant Rooks, a German band, captivated the entire audience and received a lot of support from them during their quick half-hour performance. Since the announcement, fans have been committed to learning some songs to sing at the show, and with the flash of cell phones, everything became more beautiful.

Louis entered the stage after his band, receiving a hail of hysterical screams. With its large structure, fireworks, confetti, and a long catwalk, the singer performs a show worthy of a stadium.

Featuring songs from his former group, thousands of fans were moved by the first chords of “Night Changes” and “Where Do Broken Hearts Go”. Louis quickly commented on how that day marked 10 years since the last time One Direction performed in Brazil.

The lack of “Saturdays” in the setlist left many disappointed. Fans in the upper chair even made a giant banner with the name of the song. But the withdrawal may have been due to Tomlinson’s being ill and still having a few more shows in South America to perform, worrying about his voice.

It cannot be denied that Louis' legion of fans is gigantic and all the love that surrounded the stadium overflowed. Between crying and singing songs, fans confirmed that in times like these they are happier, just as the singer says in the song “Silver Tongues”.

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Taylor Swift’s epic “Eras Tour” is on track to become the biggest in concert history, with the potential to gross over $1 billion.

That milestone would break the record for global concert tours currently held by Elton John and could up the ante for an era of even higher ticket prices, show grosses and concert-industry revenues.

“What we’re seeing on this particular Taylor tour is almost like a once-in-a-lifetime phenomenon,” said Jarred Arfa, executive vice president and head of global music at Independent Artist Group, who represents Billy Joel, Metallica and other acts. “It’s pretty astonishing.”

Over the past week, Swift announced dozens of new international dates that will take her to South America, Asia, Australia and Europe. Besides her original 52 U.S. dates, which end in August, she’ll be playing 54 shows overseas, bringing her to 106 gigs by the last show in London next summer. More dates could be added.

Music executives have been speculating for months about how much Swift’s tour has been making. Swift, in an unusual move for the industry, is not reporting her nightly grosses after the shows to Billboard Boxscore, which tracks such data, but instead planning to report them later, according to Dave Brooks, Billboard’s senior director of live music and touring. This has fueled questions about how much the pop superstar is making and how such towering grosses may reset expectations for other major artists.

Swift’s outsize success comes amid a booming market for arena and stadium shows from superstars like Beyoncé and Madonna. For blockbuster tours, per-show concert grosses “are higher than they’ve ever been,” Brooks said.

These performers are charging higher prices for general-admission tickets, aisle seats and VIP packages—partly to offset a large jump in their costs—even as some smaller shows in clubs and amphitheaters and music festivals struggle.

Arena and stadium concertgoers, despite grumbling about prices, continue to cough up for shows. That’s boosting industry revenues, which increasingly are concentrated in concerts by the world’s biggest artists, Brooks said. In Swift’s case, the biggest concern isn’t prices—it’s getting tickets in the first place.

The Wall Street Journal analyzed Swift’s Eras Tour based on conversations with high-ranking concert executives, examining how much revenue Swift’s shows are generating in ticket sales versus how much money she’s actually taking home in profit.

Will the Eras Tour become the first to gross $1 billion in revenue?

The music industry keeps track of superstar concert tours via gross concert-ticket revenue figures that artists provide. It’s these figures that are used every year to rank successful tours. (Artists don’t include their costs, profits and deal making.)

Elton John currently holds the record for the highest-grossing global tour, with his ongoing “Farewell Yellow Brick Road Tour,” which has run from 2018 to 2023. So far, the tour, which ends in July, has raked in over $887 million. John surpassed prior record-holder Ed Sheeran’s “Divide Tour,” which ran between 2017 and 2019 and brought in $776 million.

Back in December, Billboard estimated that Swift’s 52-date U.S. leg would gross about $590 million; the average ticket price for the U.S. leg is $215, Billboard said.

Now that Swift is performing 106 shows worldwide, she could cross the record-breaking $1 billion line. But it’s not a done deal. Top tickets in the U.S. tend to cost 20% to 30% more than in the rest of the world, which makes the U.S. a more lucrative market than Europe or Asia. Swift’s 54 international shows aren’t worth as much as her American ones, though in some cases the venues overseas are larger in size, allowing for more concertgoers and revenue.

Asked how much the Eras Tour might end up grossing, Arfa, of Independent Artist Group, says Swift may very well reach $1 billion.

Others aren’t so sure, with some estimates putting her around $700 million to $900 million. That would still eclipse Swift’s previous “Reputation Stadium Tour” in 2018, which grossed about $345 million across 53 shows. Her average ticket price back then was $119, according to Pollstar.

A spokeswoman for Swift did not respond to requests for comment.

Executives generally expect Swift’s current tour to exceed Beyoncé’s, even if the pop-R&B superstar delivers eye-popping numbers of her own. That’s what happened the last time the two artists toured as solo artists: Back in 2016, Beyoncé’s “Formation World Tour” grossed $256 million.

So how much actual profit is Swift making?

Just because a tour grosses $1 billion doesn’t mean the artist is making $1 billion. It’s more complicated than that.

Superstars like Swift aren’t paid per show; they’re paid for the full tour. Still, it’s easier to get a picture of Swift’s earnings by thinking in terms of per-show grosses and profits.

For her U.S. shows, Swift set ticket prices ranging from roughly $50 for cheap seats to nearly $900 for VIP packages. Swift didn’t engage in “dynamic pricing,” which allows ticket prices to float upward (or downward) based on demand. Since her shows tend to sell out, the number of tickets sold each night depends on the size of the stadium. Such venues often host roughly 50,000 to 60,000 concertgoers, but can sometimes hit 80,000 or higher.

According to a person familiar with the matter, Swift grossed approximately $40 million via concert tickets over a recent weekend of shows. This $40 million figure would break down to more than $13 million per concert over three shows.

That generally tracks with concert executives’ estimates for Swift’s average per-show gross, which they put at $10 million, though shows could range from $6 million to $13 million or so.

But revenues are one thing, profits are another.

How much does the tour cost?

The expense of running the concert includes renting out stadiums, along with production, labor and transportation costs. The Eras Tour, in particular, is one of the most technically ambitious in recent history, with its various segments showcasing different albums of Swift’s career accompanied by unique backdrops and costumes.

Other payouts go to Swift’s concert promoters around the world, including Messina Touring Group, which is affiliated with AEG Presents, the No. 2 concert promoter globally after Live Nation. Promoters often get a 10% cut, Billboard’s Brooks said. But Swift is an unusually big superstar, which means she may be more able to secure highly favorable deals, executives said. Also, unlike most stars, Swift is not working with a booking agency in the U.S.—just Messina Touring Group—which eliminates a major cost.

Some executives expect Swift is taking home 40% to 60% of the estimated $10 million average per-show gross, while others think this take-home figure is probably 50% or lower.

To boil it all down, let’s imagine what all of this looks like in practice: First, the hosting stadium takes a cut, lopping off $2 million to $3 million from the $10 million gross. From there, Swift pays her staging costs and the promoter’s cut, which together could remove 50% of the remaining $7 million to $8 million. That gives her about $3.5 million to $4 million in profit per night.

That figure, multiplied by roughly 100 shows, takes you to $350 million to $400 million in profit for the entire 2023-2024 tour.

Accounting for various unknowns, a broader estimate would put Swift’s profits from selling tickets to the Eras Tour in the neighborhood of $300 million to $500 million.

What about her merchandise sales?

Concert executives said the Eras Tour is likely grossing another $2 million-plus a night through merchandise—all the $75 hoodies, $55 long-sleeve shirts and $45 short-sleeve shirts that fans are eating up. Fans, they say, are likely spending about $50 to $75 a person, after accounting for those who don’t buy anything. Even among the ranks of superstars, Swift’s merchandise is highly prized by her fans, known as Swifties, allowing her to gross more on everything from T-shirts to portable phone chargers. Some other superstars, especially non-veteran acts, might earn $25 a person or less.

During the weekend of shows where Swift grossed approximately $40 million via tickets, she also generated approximately $10 million via merch in total, according to the person familiar with the matter. That means about $3 million in merchandise revenue per night.

But Swift also has to pay a merchandise company. Of the $2 million-plus in average per-night merch revenue, Swift could be left with around 70%, after various payouts, concert executives said. That amounts to about $1.4 million in merchandise profit per night. If Swift’s merch sold like that over 100 shows, it would bring an additional $140 million on top of the $300 million to $500 million from tickets.

The upshot: Swift is looking at possibly over $500 million in profit across tickets and merchandise from the Eras Tour between the U.S. and overseas.

But there are even more income streams than that.

Even then, the Eras Tour doesn’t stop generating income.

There’s the cash from Swift’s partnership with the credit-card company Capital One, which is the U.S. presenting sponsor of the tour.

Swift’s alliance with Capital One, which goes back to 2019, is typical for superstars of her stature, for whom such deals typically involve hefty paydays. Swift, for her part, has appeared in Capital One commercials.

Last November, Capital One cardholders got early access to Swift’s tickets via a presale. At Swift’s shows on this tour, light-up wristbands were given away to fans; the bands were branded with Capital One’s logo.

Then there’s the merch on Swift’s website, which many fans likely bought before and after attending shows—especially if they wanted to avoid long lines at the venue.

Finally, there’s the tour-related income from increased interest in Swift’s music.

Swift is selling thousands of albums every week, often vinyl records and CDs. At the same time, she’s experiencing a spike in online streams as the Eras Tour rolls across the U.S. In the week ending June 15, Swift had six different albums in the top 25 of the Billboard 200 chart, according to Luminate, driven partly by the jump in streaming activity.

Executives said the tour has caused a Beatles-like mania. Some Swift fans who haven’t been able to get tickets have listened to shows from stadium parking lots. Others who got in have reported “post-concert amnesia,” where you’re so overjoyed you don’t remember a show afterward.

Such fans are likely among those helping fuel the streaming spike. That intensified listening, in turn, creates another waterfall of profits for Swift.

“She’s just capturing this moment of popularity so perfectly,” Arfa said.