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maggierosestudio · 7 months ago
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Aloy and Ikrie Rocker AU🤘
Commission for @bluntblade THANK YOU!! 🫶
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allylikethecat · 2 years ago
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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw/Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell Characters: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia, Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Robert "Bob" Floyd, Javy "Coyote" Machado Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Rock Band, reporter Jake, Rockstar Bradley Summary:
When asked to discuss his songwriting process, Bradshaw merely cocked his head to the side. “What do you mean?” he clarified, taking a drag of his cigarette as I rephrased the question. “I don’t know man,” he said, “I just write them.” The comment made me wonder if Bradshaw even does write their songs. Hailed as a poetic genius by this very publication previously, I see none of the eloquence found in his lyrics to be present in our conversation.
If I didn’t know better, I would say that Bradshaw was being difficult on purpose. But, it’s clear that despite his pretty face, he really is just that dumb. 
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not-museing-around · 2 years ago
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Zelda and Asher
Having owned a club since she was sixteen, Zelda got into the music industry with more expertise than most. She'd helped a few artists make a name for themselves. But when Asher Wilde walked through her office door, she knew she had a good looking pile of gold smiling back at her. Standing up from behind her desk, the woman greeted him with a subtle, smirk. "Well, hello there. You must be Asher. I'm Zelda Martin. Zelda, please." The woman extended her hand with an aura of confidence strong enough to knock most men off their feet.
"Come, take a seat." The woman let her hand linger in his, tracing his palm as she withdrew her manicured digits. Zelda gestured to the seats behind her and leaned back against the front edge of it. "I've talked to your previous manager, I've listened to your tape. You've got quite a talent, Mr. Wilde. I'm just not sure you've got the hunger you need. I'm not going to take on a client that isn't willing to go the extra mile to see this through."
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spookysteddie · 1 year ago
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Call It What You Want
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Modern!Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Influencer!reader
18+ Minors DNI
part two
cw: unsupportive parents, hint at mentally abusive mother, negative media attention, talk of sex tape, food mentions (they go on a dinner date), reader is in therapy. (Let me know if I missed anything)
wc: 2.8k
a/n: I've decided to make this a series that is loosely based off of reputation by Taylor swift. It literally all came to me in a dream last night lmao. If anyone has requests for these two and wants me to create lore pleeeeaaaseee request it. This is so fun for me!
...
Do not disturb was the best thing that could’ve ever been added to phones. Specifically because, without it, you would’ve gotten less sleep than you did (thanks to Eddie). 
Your phone is filled with messages, emails from the press asking for comments and messages from your parents. You’re barely awake before checking the tabloids and, as expected, you and Eddie are the top headlines. Everyone has something to say about your escapades last night, videos of you at the concert, photos of you getting out of the car with him and videos from the club. 
Social media influencer and rockstar Eddie Muson seen out together since miss Asher confessed her love for him
Good girl y/n Asher and Bad Boy Eddie Muson spotted together 
Is y/n Asher going down a dark path?
Social Media influencer shedding her good girl image as she parties with Corroded Coffin
You knew there would be some drama associated with you partying with the band. You knew there would be fans who would be disappointed in you. You also knew there was a high possibility someone would have photos of you around little white lines, leading to some assumptions about you. 
You didn’t care. 
You check your parents texts next and your stomach drops.
Momma: What are you doing out with that man?! Do you know his reputation? 
Papa: The last thing you need is your reputation being ruined! You will ruin your future if you continue with him.
The phone is taken out of your hand before you can respond to them, Eddie locking it and placing it behind you before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. He nuzzles his face into your neck, leaving light kisses on your bare skin. 
“You shouldn’t read what those pricks have to say.” He continues to leave kisses along your skin, “most of them talk out of their asses and don’t understand.” 
He’s right, of course you know that. You’ve had the most misogynistic shit written about you that you knew they would never write about the man behind you. You could smile weird and all of a sudden you’re the biggest cunt ever. You can never win. 
You sigh, settling into his hold. It’s not that you care about your reputation, shit like that changes faster than the weather and it’s not worth it to stress about it. But also, this is your job and the last thing you need is to lose sponsorships because you’re fucking Eddie. 
“I know. It’s just annoying cause no one is writing mean shit about you. It’s always about me and my life.” 
He hums, “nothing like good old fashion misogyny.” He says it with a shit load of sarcasm, knowing misogyny is not a good thing at all. But it makes you giggle all the same. 
“Wait!” You sit up, almost smacking him in the face with your head, “the poll! I wanna see it.” 
He grins as he hands you your phone. You ignore your parents, deciding you’ll deal with them later, and open up instagram. You win by a landslide, 86% of your followers voted you as prettier. 
Eddie laughs behind you. You turn to look at him, a huge grin on your face, “you owe me a date, Munson.” 
His eyes fall to your lips, making you lean in a little closer, “hows tomorrow sound?”
“Perfect,” you whisper as you close the gap and kiss him. 
�� 
You can’t avoid your parents by the time you get home. They’ve been calling you for hours (hours you spent tangled up with Eddie in his bed). You know for a fact that it’ll be worse if you continue to ignore them. 
They answer within the first ring, “About time you called us back. We’ve been calling you for hours!” 
“Yes, momma, I know. I was busy with Case and Anna.” 
You hear her exasperated sigh from your mother, “yeah? For what? Cleaning up the mess you made last night?”
You’re trying to keep your composure, not wanting to yell at your mother, no matter how many times she made you feel horrible about any little decision you made. She was still your mother. 
“Case and Anna knew about all of that. Ran it by them first like I’m supposed to do.” 
Your mothers attitude only grows, “so what they just approved of you running around with someone known to do drugs? Are you doing drugs? So help me God, y/n, if I find out your doing drugs, I will fly out th-” 
“Mom, I am not doing drugs. I went to his show, somewhere I’ve been before by the way, and then we went to a club. Which is something I do on the weekends anyway. I don’t see the big deal.” 
You hear her huff, “don’t you dare give me attitude, little girl.” You hate when she calls you that. It’s been her little tool your entire life. She's done it to make you feel small, to make you feel insignificant and, try as you might, it gets to you. 
“You better not be seen with him again, got it?” 
You can feel the anger getting to you, “mom, I am 25 years old. I don’t need you to tell me who I can and cannot date. He was very respectful actually. Didn’t pressure me to do anything. Now, I have some things to film before tonight.” You hang up before she can say anything else, throwing your phone onto your vanity and running your hands down your face.  
Hana clears her throat from where she’s leaning against the door frame. You know she heard that entire conversation. You’d told her when you got home everything, including your parents non-stop calling.
She hands you a coffee, made just how you like, “how was that?” 
You take a slow sip, savoring the sweetness, “same old mom. Thinks I’m ruining my life and my reputation.” 
“Well, do you think you’re ruining your life and reputation?” 
This is one thing you love about Hana is she doesn’t baby you. Ever. She always allows you room to feel your feelings before she gives you her opinion. But she also makes sure you are able to give a name to what you’re feeling. And right now, you’re feeling frustrated. 
“No. Hana, he was amazing. He was respectful and he always asked what I wanted. And god the sex was fantastic,” you sigh wistfully. “And we’re going out on a date tomorrow. Just him and I. And I was really excited but of course my mother likes to ruin everything.” 
Hana sits on the chair next to the vanity, taking your hand, “Listen to me, if you have a good feelin’ about it, I say go for it. I didn’t get any strange feelings or vibes last night, the opposite really. Also, fuck a reputation. Taylor Swift’s was six feet in the ground and look at her now. Do what makes you happy.” 
You can feel the tightness in your chest, backs of your eyes burning. All you can do is pull her into a bone crushing hug.
… 
You’re pretty much over your mothers comments by the next night. Of course your therapist heard all the details and said, basically, exactly what Hana did. She also told me that I am an adult and I am more than able to make my own choices when it comes to things like drugs and alcohol.
She’s right of course. 
And so, because of this realization that isn’t a realization, you keep the date with Eddie. In fact you’re more than excited to go. To see him again. You filmed all your content, posting the other nights ‘spend the day with me’ video you made.
You’ve even gained a shit ton of followers as well, most of them fans of the bands. Now, don’t get it twisted, the uptick in followers also means an uptick in hate comments and unfollows. You don’t care. Those people are entitled to follow whoever they want and the mean people clearly just have a lot going on in life. It comes with the territory. 
Eddie, however, has texted you non stop and follows every single social media account you have. Even commenting on the videos and photos you posted. That got the press talking more and birthed a shit ton more butterflies into your belly. 
Eddie didn’t give you much information on what this date would be. All he told you was to dress nice and bring a jacket because it’s ‘getting chilly and you can’t catch a cold.’ You tried explaining that’s not how colds work but he wasn’t having it. And so, you pick out one of your favorite dresses, short and black that makes your tits look killer, with stockings that snap onto a garter hidden under your dress. Of course you added a long trench coat just to keep you warm. 
Eddie picks you up at 7pm on the dot, not a second later. Again, the bar is in hell because the fact that he is on time makes you want to kick your feet like a little girl. He looks delicious, dressed in his black jeans and a black button up. He grins when you open the door, the chilly night air tickling your legs.
“Give me a spin, Miss Asher,” he smiles. 
He takes your hand, spinning you around a few times. Once semi quickly and once very slowly, drinking you in like he’s been in the desert for years. It’s kindling to the fire inside your heart, warming you from the inside out. 
“God, you’re so beautiful.” He kisses your cheek, never letting go of your hand. 
You can feel your entire body heat, a shudder wracking through you. “You’re beautiful too. So, so, pretty.” 
You watch a blush tinge his cheeks, “no one has ever called me pretty to my face… and meant it.” 
He opens the door to his car as he speaks, making sure you don’t hit your head getting in before running around to the other side and settling in the driver's seat.
“Well, for the record, I do mean it. I mean, who in the hell looks that gorgeous first thing in the morning?” You giggle as you say it, fiddling with the hem of your dress. 
He takes your hand, squeezing it twice, “you.” 
That makes you smile the entire way to the restaurant. 
… 
This is the most beautiful date you’ve ever been on. 
Eddie had it all planned out perfectly. There was no press standing outside, waiting to take candid shots. He rented out the entire restaurant so that there would be no interruptions, just you and him and the small waitstaff. Flowers litter the floor, a small walkway leading to the table, a bottle of your favorite wine sitting in ice. 
You smile, looking up at him with hearts in your eyes. He can feel his heart racing, scared you aren’t going to like it or it’s too much or he’s scared you away. It feels like it’s forever before you answer him. “This is beautiful, Eddie. You didn’t… you didn’t have to do all this. But it’s so appreciated.” 
He gives you a swift kiss, his heart feeling like it’s going to burst, “you deserve it. You deserve to feel appreciated and cared for.” 
“Well, that is exactly how I feel right now.”  
Eddie pulls out your chair, letting you sit before he takes his own. The candles on the table flicker, casting Eddie in the most beautiful glow ever. He’s radiant, beautiful, and you don’t know how anyone could hate him. You felt like you could see his soul when he looks at you, kind, sweet, angelic. 
The waiter interrupts your thoughts, introducing himself and pouring the wine. And once all the food is ordered, it’s just you and Eddie. Suddenly, you’re nervous. 
“Did you have a good day yesterday?” You cringe slightly at the generic question. You’d talked to him all day yesterday between filming and his studio time. Releasing a new album takes a lot of time, more time than more people would think. 
“It was good. I feel like we finally have the sound we’re going for nailed down. S’gonna be similar to what we always do, of course. But I felt like, based off the songs we wrote, we needed a more,” he sipped his wine, thinking about how to describe the sound. “... sensual sound. Sexy if you will.” 
You giggle a little, “so you basically wrote about your groupies.” You’re joking, of course, not really caring about the people who came before you. Kind of. 
He raises his brows, shaking his head, “no. I actually spent most of yesterday rewriting the songs I wrote. Not all of them, but a good few.” 
“Oh! So did you record at all yesterday?” Again, it’s a generic question, but you’re genuinely interested in the process and how his mind works. 
He nods, “we did! It’s fucking thrilling to get what’s in my brain into actual art. I can’t believe I get to do this for a job.” 
Eddie's eyes practically sparkle as he talks about how exciting his job is. You love to see it, honestly. It’s the same look he gets when he’s on stage, fans screaming and singing the songs he wrote back to him. You can imagine that’ll get someone real high. 
He interrupts your thoughts, “can I ask you a question?”
You freeze, stomach falling to your ass. It’s never good when someone starts off like that. You grab your wine trying to hide your shaking hands, “yes of course!” 
“To me, it feels like there is something missing in a few of the songs. I’m pretty sure it’s y-your voice,” his stutter makes you feel a little better inside. He’s nervous. “So I was wondering if you’d wanna record some things with me?”
��Eddie, I can’t sing.” 
He smirks because you didn’t say no. “You don’t have to. I just need your voice. For the record, when I say record some things with me I don’t mean like sex videos… unless you’re into that.” You both laugh at how ridiculous he is, but a small pulse between your thighs tells you that you might be into making a little movie for just you and him. 
“While sex videos could be fun, that shit is so scary. Anyone can hack into whatever we use and boom… careers over. As for my voice, absolutely. I’m honored actually.” And you are. To have your voice be on something forever is so fucking cool. Of course, the internet is forever, but to you, it’s different when it’s music. 
“One more question…” 
You nod, motioning for him to continue. 
“Can I use your moans in a song?” 
You nearly choke on your wine, eyes going wide. “My-my moans? Like from when we have sex?” 
“Mhm. They are so fucking beautiful, baby. As much as I want to keep every part of you for myself, your moans would fit perfectly in this one song I have.” 
You have to be 50 shades of fucked up because you’re actually fucking touched that he thinks that part of you is pretty enough to put in his music. No one has to know if they’re real or not. And you don’t even have to answer the questions if anyone asks if it’s you. 
You laugh, shaking your head, “you, Eddie Munson, are crazy. I’m here for it but do you think your fans will like it? I don’t want you to do this just because we fucked the other night. I like you and you don’t have to put my anything in songs to get me to stick around. I don’t just like you because you make music.” 
He looks a little stunned, almost like he doesn’t believe you. “I… you don’t have to lie, baby. I mean, fuck, I’m not trying to call you a liar. I just am not used to people liking me as me. Usually they just want me because then it’s like a bragging thing. Not that, that’s what you are here for. Fuck, I am really fucking this up.” He rubs the back of his neck, his other hand clenched. 
You grab that hand, forcing yours into it and rubbing your thumb on his wrist, “I understand what you mean, Eddie. I’m not offended. But I mean what I said. I’m not here to further my career. I’m here because I’ve had a sickening crush on you for years. My poor friends have had to listen to me go on and on about it.” You laugh, feeling your face heat as you confess all this to him. 
“Really?” He looks like a boy, big, brown puppy eyes staring up at you. 
You nod, “really. Hana was ready to throw me a party because I finally got a date with you.”  
He laughs, the sound loud and from his belly. 
You decide right then that you will do whatever it takes to keep him forever.
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burgundybmw · 2 years ago
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TINDER SMAU???? PLEASE 🙏🙏
Here's the lineup for upcoming fics:
There will be 2 (maybe three if I break it up) updates of Munson's Mixtape before it is completed.
There will be 5 maybe 6 updates of Red before it's completed (depends on how long it takes to do the climax of the story and resolution, there might be more)
Dark Horse (the third part of Waking Up in Vegas) is in the works and will be the end of that trilogy.
From there here are the new series that will be introduced:
Guitar String of Fate (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader SMAU/Modern Rockerstar AU)- 1st post will be after MM ends, will be updated more regularly once Red is finished.
But I'm A Cheerleader? (Robin Buckley x Fem! Reader SMAU)- 1st post after Red is finished.
Swipe Right working title (Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader SMAU ft. Tinder)- 1st post after Dark Horse is finished and next chapter of Brooklyn Baby is posted.
Throughout all of that I will be working on the request fics and will post them as well. So stay tuned for that!
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cat-ahoy · 7 years ago
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Old anime rockerstars AU??
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ao3feed-klance · 8 years ago
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Voltron: Legendary Rockerstars
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by Opl_Mor
Lance and Hunk have dreamed of being on stage since they were big enough to hold their teeny tot guitar and drumset. It's what they'd been working towards most of their lives, so when an opportunity arises to win a record deal with Altea Studios, they were more than ready to duke it out on stage in a Battle of the Bands. The only problem, their band had to have at least four members; and even after adding an unexpected player into the mix, they're still down one more. Enter Keith, nephew of the CEO of Galra Records. He'd been looking for a way out from under Zarkon's thumb, and signing a contract with the one competitor willing to stand up to his uncle's company seemed like a pretty good option. ... OR, the band au nobody asked for, but needed to happen.
Words: 3784, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), Zarkon (Voltron), Lotor (Voltron), Lance's Family (Voltron), Shay (Voltron), Nyma (Voltron), Rolo (Voltron)
Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Hunk/Shay (Voltron), Allura/Shiro (Voltron), Pidge/Soundboard
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Rock Band, Keith/Lance (Voltron) Angst, sex happens, then its a semi slow burn, Smut, Power Bottom Keith (Voltron), Top Lance (Voltron), dj pidge, guitar keith, And Lance, they share, and also sing, drummer Hunk, Battle of the Bands, Keith and Shiro are Adoptive Siblings, Kinda, college age
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rubbish-in-space · 8 years ago
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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Hunk/Shay (Voltron), Allura/Shiro (Voltron), Pidge/Soundboard Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), Zarkon (Voltron), Lotor (Voltron), Lance's Family (Voltron), Shay (Voltron), Nyma (Voltron), Rolo (Voltron) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Rock Band, Keith/Lance (Voltron) Angst, sex happens, then its a semi slow burn, Smut, Power Bottom Keith (Voltron), Top Lance (Voltron), dj pidge, guitar keith, And Lance, they share, and also sing, drummer Hunk, Battle of the Bands, Keith and Shiro are Adoptive Siblings, Kinda, college age Summary:
Lance and Hunk have dreamed of being on stage since they were big enough to hold their teeny tot guitar and drumset. It's what they'd been working towards most of their lives, so when an opportunity arises to win a record deal with Altea Studios, they were more than ready to duke it out on stage in a Battle of the Bands. The only problem, their band had to has at least four members; and even after adding an unexpected player into the mix, they're still down one more. Enter Keith, nephew of the CEO of Galra Records. He's been looking for a way out from under Zarkon's thumb, and signing a contract with the one competitor willing to stand up to his uncle's company seems like a pretty good option. ... OR, the band au nobody asked for, but needed to happen.
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Voltron: Legendary Rockerstars
read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2myVHMJ
by Opl_Mor
Lance and Hunk have dreamed of being on stage since they were big enough to hold their teeny tot guitar and drumset. It's what they'd been working towards most of their lives, so when an opportunity arises to win a record deal with Altea Studios, they were more than ready to duke it out on stage in a Battle of the Bands. The only problem, their band had to have at least four members; and even after adding an unexpected player into the mix, they're still down one more. Enter Keith, nephew of the CEO of Galra Records. He'd been looking for a way out from under Zarkon's thumb, and signing a contract with the one competitor willing to stand up to his uncle's company seemed like a pretty good option. ... OR, the band au nobody asked for, but needed to happen.
Words: 3784, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), Zarkon (Voltron), Lotor (Voltron), Lance's Family (Voltron), Shay (Voltron), Nyma (Voltron), Rolo (Voltron)
Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Hunk/Shay (Voltron), Allura/Shiro (Voltron), Pidge/Soundboard
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Rock Band, Keith/Lance (Voltron) Angst, sex happens, then its a semi slow burn, Smut, Power Bottom Keith (Voltron), Top Lance (Voltron), dj pidge, guitar keith, And Lance, they share, and also sing, drummer Hunk, Battle of the Bands, Keith and Shiro are Adoptive Siblings, Kinda, college age
read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2myVHMJ
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