IN WHICH the heiress to grunge is swooned by the king of garage rock in a lifelong affair over the span of three decades, always fervidly dancing on the edge of crashing and burning...
[2000s JULIAN CASABLANCAS x GROUPIE!OC]
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Heatwaves rolled through the venue as blue lights filled her features. Nights were spent like this now; fame had been imminent. The strokes had absolutely blown up, Ryan was living a manager's dream. The band seemed to be mentioned in every music magazine – if they weren't doing a cover residency on the music and entertainment section of the local paper stand. The Mercury Lounge was long played out and they'd moved to bigger venues. A lot had changed about how the boys had started to perceive the world around them, but Julian and Stella still orbited each other like the moon and the tide.
And the tide watched the moon from the wings every night without fail. It was tantalizing, watching him direct the crowd like an emperor from his mic stand. She had fully adopted the groupie lifestyle. Her pass hung from her neck like a golden ticket as she walked to and from the dressing rooms, digging through Julian's jackets for a cigarette from his pack. It smacked against the bones of her Dolce corset, heels clicking as she waved a flirty hello to the roadies. Scribbled on her pass: name STELLA COBAIN occupation JULIAN CASABLANCAS age 19 access ALL AREAS. Her polaroid was far too overexposed and had a finger of Fab's snuck in as he fixed a strand of her hair.
The nights were always long. They started with a pregame at the hotel room – she had begun chronically staying at Julian's room which had caused a stir amongst the hallways. Shots of tequila splayed across her expansive mess of makeup on the vanity no matter what city they were in. Chain smoking like bandits in a French new wave movie. Sometimes she let him get dressed, fussing over him, and sneaking in kisses, sometimes she just pulled him back into bed. After the show they'd do it all over again, heading back to get ready to hit the town. The clubs were loud and smoky, and the hours all blurred into one. It was thrilling, they were the new kids on the block turned kings of New York overnight.
Amanda crept up from behind, playfully tapping her hip with a drink in hand, "you two are disgusting." Stella scoffed and playfully pushed her away, hand tangling in her blonde locks, "you're acting like you don't do the same with Nick." They both laughed in unison, watching their boys from behind the curtain, sneaking a smile or a glance whenever they could. Julian, panting and sweating in the dark caught her eyes between a gap in words and music. A grin twitched at the corner of his mouth, one that she stealthily returned with a blown kiss. The crowd's deafening cheers resumed and so did the emperor to his subjects.
"Am I gonna be rich?" Fab joked, taking a swig from his beer as Stella rolled her eyes. "No, dimwit, that's not how it works." She laid down the tarot cards on the greenroom coffee table. Next to the cocaine bags and the stray cigarettes laid the wheel of fortune, the seven of swords, and the moon. "You're already rich, Mr. boarding school. This reading is mine." She murmured between a giggle, spreading the cards out as she shifted on Julian's lap. He winced softly, gently trailing a hand up her back, glossy eyed and drunk. His lips pressed a soft kiss between her shoulder blades and sent a delightful shiver down her as she playfully smacked his thigh.
