Jane Fonda’s remarkable speech at the #SAGAwards accepting her Lifetime Achievement Award, including the nod to Sebastian Stan when speaking about the empathy you must have as an actor.
CHAPPEL ROAN accepting her Best New Artist, at the 67th GRAMMY Awards
"I told myself if I ever won a Grammy and I got to stand here in front of the most powerful people in music, I would demand that labels in the industry, profiting millions of dollars off of artists would offer a livable wage and healthcare, ESPECIALLY to developing artists."
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𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: Corroded Coffin is an up-and-coming band gaining traction quickly; however, their lead singer just left to go solo. After finding a flyer advertising that they were holding an audition to find a new lead singer, you decide to take a chance and go for it.
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This was it. It was your big break. Your opportunity. Your time to shine. Well… maybe not quite yet. You had to get through the audition first, and get the spot in the band, but… well, Corroded Coffin was up and coming. They’d already hit radio stations in your city, and when you’d seen the flyer that they were looking for a new lead singer you just… had to try.
It was a sign. It had to be.
Not to mention, hanging out with a bunch of cute boys and making music didn’t sound bad at all.
Even though this was a total long shot and you had to be amazing for them to pick you since their old lead singer was a guy. Their songs were made for a guy to sing, not a girl. Even still. You had to try.
You had to.
You stood outside in the line of others auditioning, every one of you dressed up in your best rocker attire. You thought a little cleavage and fishnets didn’t hurt, and you were the only girl in the line other than girlfriends who seemed to come and support their boyfriends in auditioning.
You were alone. You hadn’t told anyone what you were doing, out of fear of jinxing it. Your guitar was in its case at your side, being your only companion as you slowly moved up in the line.
Finally, you were inside and signed in with your name and phone number. The attendant handed you a number that you pinned on your shirt. Number seventy-six. Seventy-five other people were auditioning ahead of you, and god knows how many were after you. Your chances felt even slimmer.
Still, you would do your absolute best.
You sat with the others who were waiting to audition as another attendant called a number every once in a while. Your knee bounced with jitters as you played through the song you were going to sing and play for them in your head.
You had this.
“Seventy-six!”
Fuck. You were going to throw up.
You stood and grabbed your guitar case with shaking hands as you walked up to the attendant. It was only then that you noticed all of the stares. You were the only girl there; of course, people were staring.
“You’re seventy-six?” The attendant asked as if to check once more.
You nodded, wetting your lips. “I do have the number on.”
The attendant seemed to want to say something else but just opened the door for you.
You took a deep breath and stepped inside.
Sitting on one side of the room behind a table were the members of the band; and, of course, their manager. Your cheeks turned a little pink as they were all staring at you, surprised.
One of them, however, was grinning way too widely at you.
“Welcome to the audition. I’m Eddie. This is Gareth, Billy, Jonathan, and Steve; our manager.”
“Hi,” You greeted.
“Can we get your name, sweetheart?” Eddie asked.
You stated it, and then sat your guitar case on the floor to unlatch it and pull out your guitar as they scribbled down notes on their papers.
“Do you need anything? Maybe a bottle of water?” Steve spoke up next, leaning back way too far in his chair. He looked very different from the rest of them, more preppy boy than a rockstar. That was probably why he was their manager, you thought.
“Oh, a bottle of water would be nice.” You smiled.
Steve snapped, and the door attendant brought one over to you. You plugged in your guitar before flicking on the provided amp and stepping up to the microphone. It was a small room, so the volumes on both were pretty low. Shockingly, the acoustics in the room were very good.
You took a sip from the water before picking up your pick and giving your guitar a quick strum.
“What are you playing for us today?” Billy asked another person who looked way more pretty boy than rock band, but you couldn’t judge.
“A Rose Bush Symphony.” You stated one of their songs, and they all looked intrigued.
“Whenever you’re ready.” Eddie nodded.
You took a deep breath before you started strumming the opening notes on your guitar. It was only a little off with it lacking a drum beat behind it, but they were already aware of that.
This, in all honesty, was probably the best you’d played in a while. It was a good feeling, and you forgot that it was an audition at all as you strummed and sang along and hopped around like you were on a stage, playing at your own concert.
By the end, you were getting the big O from the band. A standing ovation.
“Damn, didn’t expect that from you.” Billy laughed, clapping slowly.
You licked your lips and flipped off the amp before unplugging your guitar.
“Thank you guys for this opportunity, I appreciate it.” You smiled at them as they started discussing quietly among themselves. You placed your guitar back into its case and closed it before standing.
“Have a good day, sweetheart. You’ll be hearing from us.” Eddie finger waved at you before Steve whacked him in the back of his head.
“What he means is that we’ll be discussing. If we pick you, you’ll hear from us in a few days. Thank you for coming.” Steve nodded to you.
“Thank you guys, again.” You gave them all a smile before leaving the room.
Jesus Christ.
They were a rowdy bunch. Whatever happened now, you did your absolute best. You knew you did. You were proud, regardless of if you got the position or not. You nodded to yourself and released a breath before heading home.
An hour car ride later you were back; you quickly put up your guitar before heading to work.
You stepped into the back of the dive bar and punched in before heading to the bar.
“Hey, Rudy.” You greeted your coworker. He was around your age and not bad looking — but definitely not your type. He smelled like an ashtray even though you knew he got good grades in school.
“Hey.” He grinned at you as you stepped up to take a patrons order.
Twelve orders later and the bar was pretty satisfied for the moment. You leaned against the back counter next to Rudy.
“Sooooo… how are things going?” He asked.
“Fine. Normal. Totally normal.” You sputtered.
“Sounds like things are not normal.” He laughed, grabbing you both a bottle of water.
“Oh, you know. I just… maybeauditionedtobecorrodedcoffinsleadsingertoday. Nothing crazy.” You laughed.
“I’m… You what?” He looked at you, confused.
“I… auditioned… to be—”
“Wait, wait, you’re telling me you actually auditioned somewhere?! That’s amazing!” He laughed, pulling you in for a back-slapping hug.
“Yes, yeah, I did. Actually. Corroded Coffin is looking for a new lead singer.” You told him after he let go of you.
“Corroded Coffin? Oh, honey. You could’ve picked any bar in town to play by yourself, and your first audition in years you picked something you can’t get?” He shook his head, “You’re just trying to put yourself down. I see what you’re doing.”
“Why—who says I can’t get it?” You huffed.
“C’mon. Their lead singer was a guy. They’re looking for another guy. They recorded their old songs with a guy. They’re not going to change their whole thing for some girl.”
Ouch.
“Well, nice to know I’m just some girl—”
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it. I just mean that you’re not… that’s a total different level and you haven’t performed in a long time.” He explained.
“I am very aware how—”
“Ay! Gimmie another beer!”
You sighed and grabbed a fresh glass, pouring the mans draft for him before sliding it over and grabbing his ticket to add it to his tab.
“Look. I’m not trying to make you feel bad. I just think you should’ve picked something more on your current level before you went straight for the big leagues.” Rudy bit his lip.
“They’re not a huge band or anything. They’re just… up and coming.” You tapped your fingers against the counter.
“They’re the biggest thing Indiana has had in a while.” He looked at you.
“Okay, I know it was stupid to think I could actually get it, but it got me back into it anyways, right? Like, that’s the scariest thing I’ll ever have to do unless my own career takes off, right?” You pointed out.
“Alright, alright. Just don’t get upset when they don't call you.” He sighed heavily.
“I won’t,” You promised.
Your shift ended around three a.m. and you drove back home. Rudy really did a number on your confidence levels, even though the band seemed to be excited about you after your audition.
Then again, maybe they acted that excited about everyone, just to make them feel better.
After a quick shower — and maybe a quick crying session in said shower, you were in bed; dreaming of what will never be.
Your pussy clenched tightly around his fingers as they pumped in and out of you, his mouth on your pert nipple; sucking, nipping. His fingers curled inside of you, pressing right into that spongey spot in you that made your back arch high and a moan leave your lips.
“Eddie—” You whimpered, “Please!” You cried out.
“Please what, sweetheart?” He looked up at you with those pretty brown eyes, his lips glistening slightly.
“Plea—”
You shot up out of bed at the loud ringing that flowed through your house, your cheeks flushed a deep red as you tried to catch your breath. It had been a long time since you’d had a wet dream, and even longer since you’d had one about a literal stranger.
The phone rang again, and you scrambled out of bed, trying to ignore the tingling between your legs as you made your way into the kitchen.
“Hello?” You answered.
“Hi, this is Steve Harrington with Corroded Coffin, how are you doing today?”
Oh shit. “Hi! Hi! I’m doing great, how are you?”
“Great, actually. We were really impressed by your audition and wanted to see if you could come in today and play with the band as a sort of callback situation.”
“Oh, oh shit, yeah! Absolutely! What time, and where?”
Steve gave you a time and an address, which you scribbled down on the palm of your hand.
You didn’t have much time to get ready. It was about an hour drive to Hawkins; but you would make it. Thank God you showered last night.
You slapped on some makeup and clothes; including the fishnets again because they seemed to give you good luck yesterday.
The drive into Hawkins was filled with you listening to the one Corroded Coffin CD you had, trying to make sure you knew the lyrics to most of the songs at least. You did know them; but you wanted to be sure.
Where you pulled up, after following the side streets, was a house. The garage door was open, and the band was all in it, laughing and talking together. Your nerves welled up once more, but you took a deep breath and got out, grabbing your guitar case from the back seat.
“There she is!” Eddie was the first to greet you with a wide grin and a wave. You smiled back and tried not to blush too hard as you remembered your dream from last night.
“Surprised?” Billy asked, his arms crossed over his chest.
“A bit, yeah.” You admitted, placing your guitar case down.
“Well, don’t be nervous. You’re mostly just hanging out today.” Steve told you with a kind smile.
“I’m more surprised that we’re in a garage.” You laughed.
“Yeah, it’s Gareth’s. This is where we started.” Jonathan piped up. He wasn’t paying much attention to you as he was tuning his guitar.
"Cool," You nodded.
"You want a beer or anything?" Eddie asked, crossing his arms over his chest. He looked way too smug, and you couldn't help but wonder why.
"Maybe later? Beer isn't exactly good for the vocal chords." You laughed, pulling your guitar from its case.
"Well shit, look at her. She knew something that you didn't." Billy teased Eddie, slapping him on the back.
"Yeah, yeah. It's good to know, though. For concerts." Eddie huffed, walking over to grab his guitar.
Everyone got into place with their instruments, Billy on drums, Gareth on bass, Jonathan on rhythm guitar, and Eddie on lead. You, in all technicalities, didn't need your guitar. It was a comfort object for now.
"Alright, let's start off with A Rose Bush Symphony since we know you know that one." Steve piped up, taking a seat off to the side.
The drums started and you tried to not shake as you strummed the opening notes at the same time as Eddie, taking a deep breath before you started to sing.
"Alright, alright! Free concert’s over. Everyone shuffle along!" Steve shouted over the crowd you had accumulated in the driveway.
All of you were sweaty, despite the cool air. Spirits and adrenaline were high. You’d just played your first concert, and everyone enjoyed it. There had even been shouting for “Encore! Encore!” You felt lucky that you knew the lyrics to their songs. At some point, your guitar had been put down and you’d taken the microphone in hand, hopping around and playing off of everyone else’s energy. If you asked yourself, you fit right in. You just hoped the others thought the same.
“How about that beer?” Eddie laughed, brushing his bangs back. He’d pulled his hair up into a bun between songs around midway through to get it off of his neck.
Billy had done the same, but had also shed his shirt. You were trying to not drool over all of them. With their arms out and their skin glistening.
“A beer sounds great.” You smiled, your voice a little raspy from overuse. You’d definitely have to train it up if this was going to happen.
Gareth and Jonathan stepped inside of the house to grab everyone a beer while Steve approached you and gave you a pat on the back.
“Well, I think that answers that. We can draw up a contract tomorrow. How does that sound?” He grinned at you.
“You mean it?” You asked, a little giddy.
“Of course. You rocked the fuck out of that crowd!” Billy barked a laugh, finally standing up from his drum set. You got an eyeful of his abs and had to look away from him to keep from blushing.
“You don’t live around here, right?” Eddie piped up.
“No, I’m about an hour north.” You nodded.
“We’ll look into finding you a place here. We’ve already booked a few gigs out of state, so it’ll be tour bus city for the next month anyways.” Steve told you.
You went a little wide-eyed.
“We’re not that big, yet. What he means is we’ll be high tailing it out of here in about a week in a couple of vans. After these gigs, we should be able to afford an actual tour bus to take a US tour.” Eddie explained.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m just dreaming big for us.” Steve huffed.
Gareth and Jonathan came back with the beers, passing them out. Gareth gave you a shy smile as he handed one to you, and you smiled back.
“What about my job?” You asked.
“This is your job now, baby.” Billy grinned.
“If you want, to save money, you can even live with us. You’ll have to get used to sleeping in hotel rooms and vans with us anyways.” Eddie pointed out.
“Can I think about it?” You prompted, not certain you really wanted to move in with five boys. That would be…definitely a lot. Especially if they weren’t clean.
“Yeah, of course. I didn’t think you would want to do that anyways. That’s why I didn’t suggest it. Living together permanently and sleeping in the same area for a month are completely different.” Steve said, shooting a look at Eddie, who held his hands up.
“We’d have to move our shit around anyways.” Jonathan huffed. “There’s not enough room.”
“Don’t be like that. We had room when Tommy was with us, we have room for her.” Billy grunted.
“I don’t want to impose.” You frowned.
“You wouldn’t be. Jonathan just takes a while to warm up to people. Don’t mind it.” Steve rolled his eyes.
You nodded, but you still couldn’t shake the feeling that Jonathan really didn’t like you. He barely spoke around you — the same could be said for Gareth, but at least Gareth smiled at you. He came off as shy more than he did mean.
After a little more chatting between you, Steve, Billy, and Eddie — with Jonathan randomly chiming in and Gareth saying absolutely nothing — they decided to take you back to their house to give it a look over, just so you could see what you would be getting into if you did end up moving in.
It was a pretty normal-looking house from the outside, but on the inside, it was… cleaner than you expected. There was a handful of dishes in the sink, but the counters were clean and organized, the couch was lacking stains, and the TV even had a VHS player and an NES attached to it.
Downstairs were two rooms, Steve and Billys, and upstairs were another three; Jonathans, Eddies, and Gareths. Steve and Billy were happy to show you their rooms, both clean for the most part — only a stray T-shirt or a cluttered vanity showing any mess. Eddie and Jonathan said no, Eddie being more sheepish about it and Jonathan being more… fuck you about it.
Gareths room was the last one, and his was spotless and organized. You suddenly knew who kept the kitchen so clean.
“So, if I did live here…where would my room be?” You asked, as the six of you came back down the stairs.
“Oh, right. This way.” Steve said, leading the group through the kitchen. He slid open the glass door to the backyard and headed towards a rather large shed.
He opened up the door and stepped in, you stepped in after him.
“We’ve been using it for storage, but this is where Tommy stayed. There’s heat and air, and no issues with bugs or anything. We can move all of this junk to the basement and attic; we just got lazy.” Steve explained.
It was just one big room with a couple of windows. There wasn’t that much stuff in it, really, but there was carpet on the floor and the walls were painted, so it was, really, like a room.
“The only downside is you have to come inside for a bathroom,” Eddie said quickly. “But you get to control your own temperature which is really nice!”
You nodded slowly, mulling it over in your head. It wouldn’t be an awful setup, honestly. You could see where your bed would go, and your desk, and you could get a vanity for your makeup and—there was even a closet.
“What’s this?” You asked, bending over to pick up an old shoe box at the bottom of the closet.
“Nothing!” All of the boys seemed to chorus at once, and before you knew it the shoe box was out of your hands.
You looked at them suspiciously. “It’s not drugs, right?” You asked.
“No! God, no.” Eddie laughed. “The worst we ever have here is weed. It’s just — This was Tommy’s. We should really get it back to him.”
“Yeah, Tommy is like.. Super protective of his stuff. He just forgot it.” Billy nodded.
“...ooookay, weirdos.” You pushed passed them and back into the room.
“My lease is up soon anyways, so… I don’t see why I can’t move here.” You told them.
“Awesome. We’ll start cleaning this shit up, and you can start packing. We need you back here tomorrow for the contract, and then we’re going to rerecord some songs with your vocals. Sound good?” Steve asked.
Summary: The gang finds out Eddie has a girlfriend after he almost dies in the upside down and you come in and fix everything. A shameless fix it fic
Word Count: 1891
“You’re gonna have to look after those little sheep for me okay?”
“No you’re gonna do that yourself!” Dustin cries as he looks down at the man he looked up to laying in his arms.
“Tell me you’ll look after them.”
“I’m gonna look after them.” He can barely get the words out. “But you’re gonna be right there with me, you hear me.”
“Listen I need you to tell my girlfriend I love her, she needs to know that I was still thinking about her in the end.” Dustin can barely register the sentence going into even more shock when he brings up having a girlfriend.
A/N: I’m hoping no one has done this already!! Sorry if someone did it. I haven’t seen any like this so… Also I’m sorry if the Spanish is all weird I can only speak a bit, so I apologized if its a bit wrong! :)
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“You’re gonna do great y/n!” you took a breath at Steve’s words. “I’m terrified, what if he knows the song’s about him!” you panicked and paced around behind the stage, waiting to be called up. “If anyone in our group can’t figure out who this is about, I doubt he’s gonna know y/n.” you nodded at steve. Watching as the band finished answering the question they had been asked.
I’m honestly so sorry that I told y’all to send me requests, and then like an idiot I never did them! 🥺
I’m so sorry to all the people I had let down! 😭
But!!
I’m back! And I have something in mind! I’ve really been into social media aus lately! And I have an idea for one, I would just need a little help! Now I already have the app to make one, but I kinda just need help like with the setup and I guess plot 😬 if anyone would be able to help me that would be great! And I promise I will also be getting to requests as well! Thank you all for your patience I don’t deserve y’all! 😭😭😭💕💕
