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Yan!rockstar!! (^Ā·^)
a/n: N/A!
tags: hacking into socials, popstar!gn!reader, yan!rockstar is a slight creep,
word count: 334!
Prologue: You're the lead singer of a band called Sweet Sweet Sugar! You and the other members' goal is to uplift people's moods with songs that talk about the sweet things in life.
yan!rockstar loves the music you and your band composed, all the talks about how life is sweet and life is amazing really gave him inspiration to write more albums! what do you mean him writing death metal and deep topics while he listens to your band wouldn't work?
yan!rockstar is your biggest fan! screw your band! the only thing he loves is you and your angelic voice! he has all kinds of merch, your limited edition lightsticks, signed pictures, and even merch he had to physically and verbally fight for!
yan!rockstar went to college and got a degree in computer engineering. He knows all your social media's passwords, scrolling through your unposted images, you look so cute with that color pallet! you should post it!
yan!rockstar is extremely sweaty when you decide to do a meet and greet. (oh? your other band members are there? he didn't see.) when you reach out your hand, talk to him so polite, seeing your pearly whites shine so bright, he's convinced you're a god. wait--you recognize him?? his jaw is wide open, baffled when you said you adored him and looked up to him!
yan!rockstar slid into your dms the moment you gave him your number. saying how he'd love to go to this bakery with you sometimes, and how he'd give you a ticket to his concert after you're done with yours.
yan!rockstar begged your manager to do a collab, like full on hands and knees begging. It also included a little bribing, and what manager wouldn't accept? He wrote sheets and sheets of music that he could sing with you you and your band members.
yan!rockstar stood by your side the entire time, acting like a fan who got to be a bodyguard for their idol. he barely paid mind to the other members, only giving slight nods or a bored hum.
yan!rockstar can't wait to have you!
Frank's writing will always have its special place in my heart :)
I just-- yeah.
The "Frank Iero-My chemical romance"?
The fingerless glove??
The whole background?
Just him????
He's so talented what the hell?
Today is July 15th guys, and we all know what that means....
IT'S RAY TORO'S BIRTHDAY!!!
He is one of my all time fav guitarists out there and one of my biggest inspirations in music and life. He looks like a really sweet and humble person and I've always found his smile contagious! I really hope he gets to spend a good time with his family and friends, I think he deserves all the happiness in the world!
I KNEW I SAW THAT GUITAR SOMEWHERE BEFORE!!!
Also, can we get our boy to do a live stream on whatever platform he's comfortable with and just drink coffee/play D&D/talk.... ANYTHING?
NEW GUITAR EUSJWUDB
i got a new guitar [happy] [happy] it is a fender squier affinity in black for anyone wondering :3
I URGE ALL OF MY FOLLOWERS AND WATCHERS TO CHECK OUT MY BOYFRIEND'S DEMO EP!!
the whole EP adds up to just 12 minutes, if you've got 12 minutes PLEAAASE take a look!! each song has been stuck in my head at SOME point so I guarantee that for every listener there's something to repeat over and over xDDD it's all SOO good
if you end the demo EP and you find you like his style, follow him on Spotify or subscribe to his YouTube channel! on the YouTube channel specifically u might find some extras for the EP with descriptions on every song detailing what inspired him to write each one (ā āā ā½ā āā ) if you don't wanna commit to a follow, show him some love with a comment on your favorite of his songs, he LUUUVS that
he's such an inspiring musician, If you're looking for a truly expressive alt creator you've got the RIGHT guy
If you wanna hear a new take on punk, indie rock, n alternative music in general check out my lil ep :)
Aghhh I can't even I just fell on my ass trying to figure out my looper pedal and I want to FUCKING KILL SOMEONEEE AGHHHHHHHHH
Having someone play the guitar at you is ok if she's beautiful and my wife and I get to stare at her like a dog that really wants a piece of cheese but that's what the Barbie Movie doesn't want you to know.
my demons haunt me
(Im playing Gurenge, aka the demon slayer intro, on guitar)
sometimes when I feel like shit I remember that I can play guitar and then I sit there for and hour learning like 12 different songs
2020 Commemorative custom Blueberry guitar for Aurelio Voltaire
Joshā¤ļø Ronanā¤ļø Caolanā¤ļø Zekeā¤ļø 4 outcasts. 4 best friends. 1 band. When Ronan Dolby and his best friends Zeke McPherson,Josh Flek and new kid Caolan Kennedy decide to start a band to forget their issues, they have no idea what it will lead to. There will be plenty of good times but also plenty of problems to overcome. Find out how an idea for a bit of fun turned into something life changing for not only the boys but a whole new generation of troubled kids who thought they were all alone...
Caolan Kennedy Iām the lead guitarist of Careless Reaction but that doesnāt mean I have girls falling all over me! I was the new boy this year and it totally sucked since i really donāt fit inš Iām big into music and maths which is a pretty weird mixture but Iām pretty weird and definitely awkward too!šIāve played guitar for ages though and my Dad gave me my first guitar so thatās really special. I had to move cos my Mum married my Step Dad and left Dad behind and itās awful! I miss Dad so much! Mum also doesnāt like the band for no reason! Iām pretty average at everything except maths and music but Iām not gonna slack off like!š My best feature is probably my eyes cos my girlfriend loves themš yes I actually got a girlfriend!š There is hope for people like me after allš
If I handed you an acoustic guitar how would you eat it? ļæ¼
apocalypse
Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Model! Reader
warning: language and adult themes
events of upside never happened.
The first time Ethel saw Eddie perform live, it was from backstage, tucked in the shadows where no one could see her. The energy of the crowd was electric, a thousand voices screaming his name, hands reaching, desperate for even the smallest piece of him. But he was untouchable, all sweat and leather and raw power, his guitar a weapon, his voice a battle cry.
She should have expected it, but still, it knocked the breath out of her.
She wasnāt the only one watching. There were othersāgroupies, roadies, industry peopleābut none of them saw him the way she did. None of them knew the boy beneath the stage lights, the one who got nervous before every show, who doodled in the margins of hotel notepads, who laughed until he was breathless over the dumbest jokes.
When the set ended, when the last chord rang out and the lights dimmed, he practically ran offstage, his chest heaving, hair wild with sweat. And the second he saw her, standing there with her arms crossed and that half-smile he was starting to crave, he grinned.
āHowād I do?ā he asked, voice rough, still caught in the adrenaline.
She took a step closer, trailing a fingertip down the collar of his leather jacket. āYou were alright.ā
He scoffed, pulling her in by the waist, pressing his lips to hers. āLiar.ā
She laughed, and then he was kissing her, his hands slipping beneath the thin fabric of her dress, fingertips pressing into her skin like he was afraid sheād disappear. The noise of the venue faded, drowned out by the pounding of their hearts. It was reckless. Addictive.
Later that night, curled up in the dim glow of his hotel room, she traced lazy patterns on his bare chest, the sound of his slowed breathing filling the silence. āYouāre kind of unreal, you know that?ā she murmured.
He caught her hand, pressing a kiss to her wrist. āYou make me feel real.ā
And just like that, she was his favorite addiction.
Tejano Blue
Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Model! Reader
warning: language and adult themes
events of upside never happened.
They didnāt plan on seeing each other again.
But a week later, Eddie was in a different city, a different hotel, the air thick with cigarette smoke and the hum of a mixtape playing from his Walkman, when his hotel phone buzzed.
Ethel:Ā you left your lighter in my coat. guess that means you owe me another late night.
He grinned at the note, thumbing the paper before grabbing the rotary phone beside his bed and dialing the number scrawled at the bottom.
āHello?ā Her voice was warm, like honey melting in tea.
āGuess I do,ā he said, smirking into the receiver.
The next time they met, it was on the rooftop of some high-rise, the city stretched out beneath them like spilled ink. She was wrapped in a leather jacket way too big for her, one of his, even though she swore she wasnāt cold. Eddie watched as she lit a cigarette with the stolen lighter, the flame flickering against her face.
āYou stole that,ā he said, watching her take a slow drag.
She exhaled smoke into the night, eyes glinting. āFinders keepers.ā
He laughed, shaking his head, then tugged her closer by the lapels of his own damn jacket. āGonna have to take it back, then.ā
She let him kiss her. Let him press his hands to her waist, fingertips tracing the silk beneath the leather. Let him memorize the taste of nicotine and something honey-sweet on her lips.
They sat on the edge of the building, the city sprawling beneath them like a glittering ocean. He played a song on his acoustic guitar, one he hadnāt finished yet, and she hummed along, swaying lightly, her bare knee pressed against his. When the night deepened, she fell asleep on his shoulder, and Eddie just sat there, staring at the skyline, knowing he was in deeper than heād meant to be.
Eddie thought maybe, just maybe, he was in trouble.
Champanges Coast
Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Model! Reader
warning: language and adult themes
events of upside never happened.
Eddie Munson was a rockstar now. The kind who had stadiums chanting his name, who grinned from magazine covers with rings on every finger and a cigarette hanging from his lips. But some things never changedāhe still played his guitar like he was exorcising ghosts, still laughed too loud, still never really believed any of this was real.
Then he met Ethel.
She was the kind of beautiful that felt like an accident, something effortless and wild, like ink bleeding into water. An up-and-coming supermodel, fresh off the Paris runways, with sleepy eyes and a voice like a sigh. They met at some party neither of them wanted to be atādim lights, neon flickering against velvet walls, the smell of expensive perfume and liquor hanging in the air. Eddie had been lingering by the bar, nursing a whiskey on the rocks, when she walked past him, draped in something silk and barely-there, and smirked like she knew a secret he didnāt.
āNot your scene?ā she asked, leaning beside him, her presence electric.
He snorted. āWhat gave it away?ā
She shrugged, taking a sip of her cocktail. āYou look like youād rather be anywhere else.ā
āNot anywhere,ā he said, and he didnāt know why he said it, but the way she looked at him made him feel like maybe he meant it.
They ended up sneaking out together. Ditching the party for the city streets, where the air was cold and sharp, where they could breathe again. The neon signs buzzed above them, painting their skin in flickers of pink and blue. They walked with no real direction, just the sound of their footsteps on wet pavement and the occasional flicker of a passing car. Eddie told her about the first time he played in front of a crowd, how he was shaking so bad he thought heād drop his guitar. She told him about the first time she walked a runway, how the lights were so blinding she felt like she was floating.
āStill get nervous?ā she asked, her voice soft.
āEvery damn time.ā
She grinned. āMe too.ā
They ended up in some tiny 24-hour diner, sharing a plate of fries, Blondie playing softly on the jukebox. She slipped off her heels, stretching her legs across the cracked vinyl booth, her bare foot nudging against his under the table. He could still smell her perfume, something floral and sweet, and when she laughed, it curled around him like cigarette smoke.
āYouāre not what I expected,ā she said, tilting her head, watching him like she was trying to figure him out.
āOh yeah? Whatād you expect?ā
She smirked. āMoreā¦ rockstar.ā
He scoffed. āTrust me, sweetheart, Iām plenty rockstar.ā
āMm.ā She pretended to consider. āI donāt knowā¦ I think you might just be a boy with a guitar.ā
Eddie leaned in, smirking right back. āLucky for you, Iām both.ā
And maybe it was the late hour, or the cheap diner coffee, or the way her eyes held the city lights in them, but when she reached across the table, lacing her fingers through his, Eddie Munson, rockstar, completely forgot about the rest of the world.
wlw heartbreak isnt a joke. dont take it lightly and take care of ur friends who go through it.
update
his graduation was a few weeks ago, and i fell into a spiral. crying all the time, the mere thought of getting out of bed made me feel sick. my friend to cheer me up got me to talk to this boy, turns out his sister made all of year 11 completely hell for me. the whole thing was short lived.
my band was performing at his graduation, and i got there early, i was gonna go in and watch his ceremony but i couldnāt, i started crying when i heard his name and ran off. i didnāt go up to him the entire time i was there. didnāt even say goodbye when i left. i couldnāt bring myself to do it. that same morning i sent him a text saying how i hate how weāre on bad terms (told him i was in love with him and i had to stop for the sake of my sanity) but i just wanna say how proud i am. we got to talking and he told me we were never on bad terms. but he wishes that we had more time together as friends then fighting over something that he doesnāt even count as a real relationship. this is the first guy iāve ever loved we are talking about. he ended up telling me too that i was just a rebound. i puked like i e never done before in my entire life. june is his last month here before heās off to college, told me heās never coming back but heāll miss me. you know whatās the worst part of all of this? i just wanna hug him. donāt care what happens after. i dedicated strangers to him by ethel cain (who i recently got into and sheās all i ever listen to because i connect to her songs in a whole other level as weird as that sounds but i feel so content.) because it just described everything iām feeling. it goes from me wanting to be his, to worrying if iāve hurt him or done anything, to me mocking him and asking if he feels guilty for any of it. all he said was. heās sorry. heās fucking sorry. sorry wonāt fix what heās done. sorry wonāt give me a year of my life back. it wonāt give me all the tears iāve cried back. i wasnāt enough for him to love. i was a fucking rebound. if i throw myself off a building. it wouldāve hurt less then hear him call me a rebound. tell me that everything we did (sexual or not) made him feel shameful. iāve never ever had a guy see me in that way BUT him. AND HE FEELS FUCKING SHAMEFUL? I SHOWED HIM PARTS OF ME I NEVER WANT ANYONE TO SEE OR TOUCH. AND HES FUCKING ASHAMED? HOW IS THIS FAIR? WHY TF IS NTH EVER FUCKING FAIR TO ME. IM NOT FUCKING LOVEABLE. IM JUST THE REBOUND. OR THE GIRL YOU ASK FOR SEX OR SHIT. I AM NOT LOVEABLE.
Hate myself for loving you!
Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Rockstar! Reader
warning: language and adult themes
enemies to lovers (slow burn)
events of upside never happened.
face claims for Miranda and Mark are Maryl streep and robert di naro
border/lace credit to @benkeibear
the songs mentioned and lyrics are current songs. they ARE NOT MINE. i will be listing the songs in a separate post. but imagine whatever song in a rock/metal sound.
1989!
āabsolutely fucking not.ā Eddie scoffed as he glared and Mark, Corroded Coffins manager. The rest of the guys stayed absolutely quiet. āand why not Munson? mind you ever since you two started out theyāve always been on top of us no matter what! so what could possibly make you not want to make a song together! you both play the same genre so what the fuck is the problem now Munson?ā Mark said as he glared at Eddie. āProblem is they are a fucking disgrace to rock music! simple.ā Eddie said as he crossed his arms over his chest.
āfuck no!ā y/n said as she stared at Stacey in complete disgust, The girls looking over at y/n knowing the exact reason for her outburst. āand why not?ā Miranda asked raising her eyebrows at y/n which wasnāt a good sign. ābecauseā¦ we always top their songs on the charts! weād be doing them a favour if anything.ā y/n said as she crossed her hands over her chest. Miranda wasnāt convinced. she knew there was a reason. but she just couldnāt put her finger on it.
āhe threw a whole tantrum, said that he refused to sing with a bunch of disgraces to the rock world as he put itā Mark said over the phone as Miranda walked down the halls of their record label, walking back to her office as her assistant followed her. āthreatening wouldnāt workā¦.ā Miranda mumbled as she moved to sit on her chair, behind her desk āiām all out of ideas Miranda.ā Robert huffed as Miranda rubbed the bridge of her nose āiāll call you back Markā Miranda said as she ended the call and stared at the frame on her desk. a picture of all the girls when they won their first grammy.
Eddie walked out the building and rolled his eyes as their cameras began flashing. it was a well known fact all over the world that Eddie munsons biggest enemy was paparazzi. they annoyed him too much. he put his glasses on before walking over to his car, pushing through the large crowd as he made it inside his car and drove off, not giving a fuck who was where. he just wanted to go home and relax. he took a glance at his glove box. knowing exactly what heād hid in there. when he moved to open it he took a glance back at the street only to press on the break
1986!
Eddie ran through the hallways of hawkins, in his first, was a paper. hes going to graduate. the most important thing right now was to find her and tell her that heād done it. that heād passed. heād gotten to her locker right when she did, he wrapped his arms around her and spun her around before slamming his lips against hers as she let out a fit of giggles. once he put her down he looked at her as he wore the biggest smile sheād ever seen on his face. āwhat?ā y/n giggled as she licked her lips, wiping off her red lipstick from Eddieās face.
āiām fucking graduating. i passed!ā Eddie smiled as he handed y/n the paper, she grabbed it her smile soon after copying the same one he had on his face. āyou did it! iām so proud of you!ā she smiled as she hugged him tightly. Eddie wrapped his arms around her waist again as he felt her arms around his neck. he took in her scent as he kissed the side of her head. āand since i did, iām taking you out for dinner and then a lovely two course desert back at my placeā he teased as he bumped their noses, causing y/n to smile as she gave him a peck āiām not apposed to the ideaā she smiled before watching as Dustin ran over to the two
āwatch it ya fucking asshole!ā y/n yelled as she had pulled Robin back from getting run over, therefore their coffee landing all over the road. the girls were too caught up in making sure they were ok that they hadnāt noticed who the driver was. Eddie had noticed who he almost ran over, his face fell for a moment before he hit the gas and sped off. y/n glared at the car from the back cursing under her breath āi hate new yorkers.ā y/n said as Robin chuckled āif you havenāt realised we are new yorkersā Robin said to which y/n rolled her eyes
āyou wanna get another coffee?ā Robin asked as y/n shrugged āsure, the asshole ruined mine anywayā she said as she put her hands back into her leather coats jacket as she and robin walked back into the store. Eddie gulped as heād realised who he almost ran over, he rubbed his chest as he felt it tighten. their time together bringing tears to his eyes. it was all his fault. she hated him and it was his fault. she would never believe him. he missed her. ached for her. Eddie turned the radio on in hopes of it changing his mood. but he was met with her voice booming through the stereo. it was the song that made Glass Army the band that it is today. the song came out right after Corroded coffin released their first single, Vampire. which was dedicated to y/n. āup next! Glass Armyās hit song, I donāt care!ā the radio host said as the song started.
Eddie remembers vividly the first time he heard the song. the hurt in y/nās voice in the recording. which was kept in. it was her response to Vampire and Eddie knew it, because the cover of Vampire was a polaroid of y/nās hand on Eddieās guitar. her face didnāt show, it was just her hands around the neck of his guitar. they took the picture after y/n jokingly got long nails with bats on them for their prom. they looked great and thatās why Eddie took the picture, she had slipped on all his rings too. but the cover image to i donāt care was a bunch of polaroids, on fire. one of the polaroids were of Eddieās old van and their tree carvings. of course, the E in the picture was burnt out but Eddie knew.
1986!
y/n giggled as Eddie inspected each nail āthatās so fucking cool babyā Eddie chuckled as y/n smiled, moving to peck his lips before grabbing his hands and slipping his rings off, if this was in any other instance with someone else, Eddie wouldāve caused a scene at his rings being taken, but it was y/n. heād give her his soul and organs if she asked. y/n laid on Eddieās bed as she grabbed sweetheart from next to her, placing it on her as she wrapped her hands on its neck in a way to show off her nails, Eddie grabbed his camera and snapped a bunch of pictures.
Wayne smiled as he heard their giggles through the walls. Eddie put the guitar and camera aside before he climbed on top of y/n, his hands on either side of her head, his lips ghosting hers as she stared into his eyes. their lips connected as they moved to the rythme of āstill loving youā by the scorpions in the back. āyou know i love you?ā Eddie muttered against her lips as her lipstick smeared off, she nodded kissing him again as she wrapped her arms around his neck to keep him close āi know edāsā¦i know.ā she muttered back
OMDDD
my friend asked if we can watch this show called normal people, and iād read on a blog once that daisy could be a fan cast for Eddieās mom and i realised Paul looks like Eddieās dad too. so get ready for them to be his parents whenever i write for Eddie.