80S ROCKSTAR IMAGINES.

you're different. • JON BON JOVI

You arrived backstage at Bon Jovi's show. You took a quick look around and smiled at the people you recognized, waving at them happily.

This was your area, and these were your people. Every casual attender of Bon Jovi's shows knew you, almost to the point where it felt like you were the celebrity, not them. You were perhaps the most infamous groupie to have ever strutted backstage, and you pretty much followed the band everywhere.

Now, don't get it twisted. You had never slept with any member of Bon Jovi. And that's why everyone thought you were so mysterious. Normally, groupies showed up to check the rockstars' names off of their hit lists, then leave.

You, however, would show up for the music, and to just exist with the band. Of course, you would flirt with them while existing with them. They were all good-looking men, so why would you not?

However, sex was never a goal for you when attending these shows. You weren't a fan of one night stands, and you would have been incredibly naive to believe that one night with Bon Jovi would make them want you in a serious way.

But, despite this, other groupies began to whisper about when the band would sleep with you. It was very obvious that they were into you, and their faces would light up whenever they saw you. You were a beautiful, sweet, and funny girl, and they dug that.

One member in particular dug it more than anyone, though.

And that member was Jon. Whenever he saw you, he'd make a beeline for you, ignoring whoever else was trying to capture his attention. He'd chat with you up until showtime, and then he'd continue afterward until you had to leave. The fact that you didn't try to sleep with him felt intriguing to him, and it was a breath of fresh air; he had been craving someone that didn't fit the typical groupie mold, and that person was proven to be you.

Presently, Jon was chatting with his keyboard player, Dave. He was watching the groupies mill about, excitedly chatting with one another and gesturing to him and Dave every so often.

Dave ended up spotting you before Jon did. He had known how into you Jon was, so he had backed off from you a bit. The rest of the band, though, had not been so considerate. After all, you were mysterious and desirable. It was a lot to ask for the band to let go of that.

So, Dave nudged Jon with a smile. "(Y/N)'s here."

Jon perked up immediately. He searched the room, and he finally found you, looking confident and looking beautiful.

His heart jumped, and he started over to you. He didn't even bother saying anything about his departure to Dave; he just took off.

You spotted Jon swaggering over to you, and you smiled. He was your favorite member of the band, and you had an undeniably large soft spot for him. He was so kind, and so funny, and so adorable, too. "Hey, Jon!"

"Hi, beautiful," he said slyly, opening his arms for a hug as he approached you.

   Your smile widened as you ran the rest of the way to him, falling into his arms. He smelled so good, and the way he pressed a kiss to the top of your head made your stomach flutter.

   "How's my favorite groupie doing?" he whispered fondly, pulling apart. However, he still kept a firm grip on your shoulders, smiling widely at you; you never failed to make his day.

   "I'm doing good," you giggled in reply, placing your hands on top of Jon's. "And how's my favorite vocalist?"

   "Pretty nifty," he answered, and his phrasing made you laugh again.

   He began to guide you over to the couch that was backstage, sitting down with you. "So, what's new? Talk to me, baby."

   You shrugged, your hands coming down on your exposed thighs afterward with a small slap. "Nothing really. I've been frequenting some other shows lately, though."