New Era Unlocked (lover 2.0) | Taylor Swift x Rodrick Heffley
a/n: this is one of the four fanfictions written by yours truly and @oflethe during my community day stream (on June 5th, 2023, using the game frantic fanfic)
summary: taylor swift and rodrick heffley enemies to lovers
warnings: no editing in sight; mentions of matty healy
(each time there is a “—” there is a switched writer; it starts with me)
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The Eras tour had just begun.
Fans crowded the stadiums, waiting in lines to see their favorite pop girly sensation, T Swiftie.
Who was also waiting among the fans? Rodrick Heffley. But not for any old reason. No, Rodrick wasn’t a FAN of Taylor Swift. He was an ANTI fan. Only there to shake his head judgmentally, and definitely not nod along to Shake It Off. He was NOT a fan of Taylor Swift. Not at all.
Then why, you ask, did he find himself sneaking in the back doors of the theater? Why did he roam the halls in search of Taylor herself? He didn’t want to meet her. No, he really didn’t.
“Excuse me?” A voice asked from h
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-behind. Rodrick was, to say the least, shocked to see Brit Matty Healy himself.
“What do you want, weather boy?” he asked, crossing his arms. Rodrick did not like other rockstars, or British people, especially those who were called Matt.
“Oh, that’s Rodrick from Loded Diper! Don’t bother him Healy!” another voice exclaimed.
Taylor. She descended the stage stairs in her Midnights outfit, garter and all.
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At the sight of Ms. Swift in all her glory, Rodrick’s body seized up. He froze. He ACTUALLY froze.
“Hey, Rodrick.” Her voice was like the angels themselves descended upon the stadium halls. The security guard nearby fainted, overtaken by her beauty. She was what a mirage wished it could be.
Rodrick didn’t hate her. He didn’t HATE her. He was supposed to hate her - he was an opposing band, a struggling rockstar himself. And Taylor was…Taylor.
“Get out here ya bum chip chip cheerio,” Matty said.
Right. And she was dating MATTY.
“Matty more like Ratty. Heh heh.” Rodrick’s shoulders fell. His insults were not up to par. Maybe it was because Taylor was looking at him with those icy blue eyes, and he was entranced. Enchanted, if you will.
“You know what, Matty? You are a ratty.” Taylor’s confession made Rodrick nearly pass out from shock. “And I think I’d like a new drummer for the tour. You up for it, Rodrick?”
For once in Rodrick’s life, he felt liek he could fly. He couldn’t, but he felt like it.
Rodrick pushed Matty down a flight of stairs and hooked his arm in Taylor’s, his drumsticks hanging from his hands. Taylor grabbed it in hers. mwah
theartofmadeline
