#biggest rockstar vibes ever

[marrycv]

Muse

rockstar!ellie x reader

warnings : SMUT!!, no to consentement (happened with a men ellie saved us), alcohol, ✂️✂️✂️, swearing, age gab? (ellie be like 2-3 years older), thigh riding (r ! receiving), fingering (r ! receiving)

idk if thats all but i worked hard on this one 😜

enjoy!!

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“Cmonnnnn we’re gonna be late!!”

“not my fault you took 2 hours in the shower?”

you and your bestfriend were getting ready for that little concert that was in your city. it was so rare you had finally something fun to do, and the best part of it, is that your favourite band was gonna be there. you were so excited to go there, but your bestfriend was just making you nervous, in the worst way ever.

you had a denim mini skirt with a lace crop top in black with some leather jacket, classic ‘rockstar girlfriend’ outfit if you’d search it on pinterest. but, it was a rock show anyways, so you were fitting in that vibe.

you had a little smug eyeliner with some star glitter around your eyes. your best friend has some too. exited by the fact that you two were matching like some 13 years old teenagers.

“okay, im ready”

“about time!! now come on, i dont wanna arrive while its crowded, wanna have the best view” she tells you while bringing you outside towards her car

“girl did you know my fav band are gonna be here??”

“ugh omg you said it at least one thousand times…” she sighs

“okay okay, will you be less annoyed when i tell you they look like this :” you said as you showed her the guitarists and the singer. they were 3 and your age. absolutely gorgeous people.

“YOOOOOOOOO!!!” Layla said, looking at the picture of the three bend’s members.

“rightttt?!!!”

“okay but look at the men?”

“his name is Jesse, one of the guitarist. currently dating the other guitarist” you informed her, for only her smile dropping at the deception.

“look, thats the singer” you continue “her name’s Ellie, and shes SO fucking hot, and shes gay”

“lesbian?” she asks you while she starts driving towards the location for tonight.

“yeah, literally everyone who listen to their music is because all the fans envy her. i dont blame them tho”

“what about the other guitarist?” she asks you, now interested in them

“Its Dina, Ellie’s ex”

“WHAAAAAT ??? nowayyyy”

you two laugh at the drama you shared to layla. it was funny gossiping and her finally showing some interest in what you liked.

-

arrived there, it was already crowded. nobody was on stage yet, but it was definitely bigger than you expected.

you friend touched your shoulder, knowing how much noisy places made you so uncomfortable.

“what aboouuuuuut we get VIP tickets for a quieter place mhh?”

“Layla? its too expensive i cant afford that, ill just- support it” you tell her, looking at your phone trying to distract yourself

“too late babe i bought us some” she says, looking at you with the biggest smile. eyes disappearing and teeth showing. She was your sunshine.

“whaaat? you shouldn’t have- im gonna repay you when i can okay?”

“nuh huh, its our night and my gift, okay?”

you nod and smile, worries erased by her gentle smile.

it was true, it was you guy’s night, and no anxiety would take that away.

In the VIP room, there was mostly middled aged men with some really young, but beautiful girls in their company. all already wasted. from here, you could be so close to the stage you thought if the artists would be close enough, you could touch them. you also had access to the backstage, which was an insane opportunity.

some normal people, like your age hanging out with people their age were also in the VIP. it was less awkward with all of those creepy men probably were ‘sugar daddies’

“im gonna grab us a drink ill be back, yeah?” layla whisper-screams in your ears then vanishes to the bar.

you look around you, analyzing the people. then get on your phone, just to seem lees alone.

“Hey you gorgeous lady, would you mind some company?” a raspy voice said

you look towards the voice and see a men, probably 25 years old, but obviously drunk and maybe also high.

“i already have company, but thanks” you said, gently, not wanting anything to happen.

“oh, but i dont see anyone babygirl…” he said as he leaned closer to you while you backed off a little.

his eyes widen, completely surprised by your non interested move.

“im not gonna bite youuu, only if you ask me to” he says and winks at you while touching your arm, going closer and closer to your breast.

“um.. no thanks..” you said, trying to get away, searching around for layla’s figure somewhere around…

“why are you so fucking rude? huh? cant even be happy someone wants to be with you mh? ‘lil slut..” he said as his grip on your arm was tightening, probably gonna leave a mark after.

“please-“ you started but got cut by someone else, behind you two

“she said no man”

the men looks behind him, feeling his grip on your arm going insanely tight. you hiss by the pain.

“she’s with me” he answers to the girl you yet didn’t dare to look at, feeling embarrassed by this whole situation

“are you with this man, miss?” the girl asked you.

her tone completely shifting from raspy, loud and angry to sweet and gentle. making you look up from the ground to see the Ellie Williams defending you. you answer her a small ‘no’. scared if you talked louder the men would take away your arm at this point. or scared you’d cry from anger. the tight feeling you felt in your throat was cutting your voice to get through, if the knot would get destroyed, you’d probably sob right here, but it would only get tighter, feeling like it was taking the oxygen away from your lungs. feeling like it was choking you so it couldn’t pass anymore. would only make your heart beat slower due to the little air you were able to breathe. but you felt like it was beating faster, like you just ran kilometers and stopped suddenly. making your body react in a bad way in the sudden change.

but that was only a feeling.

you just looked, away.

you could hear Ellie yell at the men until his grip on you left to only see his arm swing towards ellie’s face. only that she dodged his punch smoothly. almost satisfying to watch her doing it like she was the finest fighter in the world.

but the slowmo and the muffled voices stopped and when Ellie punched him. Everything was too loud and too clear.

blood getting out of the man’s mouth. attacking Ellie back. everyone screaming and getting away from the fight, creating a non purpose circle.

suddenly it wasn’t a rock show, but a fight show.

Once Ellie completely knocked out the men, him completely passed out on the ground, blood all over his face. she went towards you

“You okay?” she asked, gently as she didnt even just fought with someone like she was gonna kill him.

you simply nodded to her, shocked by this whole situation, never wanting it to end up this way.

“come with me, yeah? ill get you some water and… clean you up” she said looking at your cheek, having some blood on it.

you just followed her into her lodge. it was quiet and cozy.

nobody was in there, but you were kinda nervous about the fact that you were literally with a celebrity.

“sit down” she obeyed.

you sat on the closest chair you saw, following her orders like a dog, still under shock.

ellie took a glass and poured water in it, placed it on the table next to you, then took a small towel and again, put water on it. she came real close to you, her head titled on the side a little bit, her fingers took your chin and made your head move a little bit on the side. she took the towel and took the blood away from your cheek. probably the men’s blood. ellie didn’t have one single scratch. only her knuckles were brushed.

you watched her taking care of you like a little kitten she had found on the road and just, felt bad for it.

her eyes were concentrated on what she was doing, her fingers touching you so gentle, so softly. her bottom lip between her teeth due to the concentration. she might looked so rough earlier, but here? she was the softest person you’ve ever laid eyes on.

“here..” she said as she stopped what she was doing. she sat next to you, with concerned eyes. she suddenly cared so much about you.

“thanks” you whispered, looking down to the glass of water in front of you.

“dont thank me, this guy was an asshole. are you hurt?” she asked looking at your arm, knowing he was holding it.

“if i were you id worry more about your hands” you said looking at them, all bloody and swallowed.

“its okay, dont worry about me…” She said getting up to grab some ice for your arm

“no, take it.” you said, putting it on her fingers trying to ease her pain from defending you.

the room went silent, a comfortable silence. the ones where you didnt rush do say anything or where you werent overthinking to find a subject to talk about.

Ellie on the other hand, was going insane. You were so pretty and you had a pin on your purse about their bands which meant that you were a fan. which meant you knew about her and listened to her music. the silence was driving her insane. she’d just wish she was a normal person who weren’t screaming for her name out there. screaming for her and the fact that they all wanted her. like she was theirs. but she didn’t want that. she wanted to be yours, and it wasn’t gonna be easy. she thought you were scared by her, she thought you saw her completely different now, that you’d stop listening about her being so so toxic with girls with the best beat dina and jesse could ever put to make everyone forget about how of an asshole she was.

about how the girl was hers but she wasnt the theirs. about how she just fucked the girl cause she was bored.

but now, you could saw her as a crazy girl that punches someone almost to death. someone dangerous.

you were just too pretty for this man, for this treatment. she would have done this for anyone, but taking care of them after? nahhh she wouldve just walked away.

“whats your name..?” Ellie asked, looking dead up in your eyes like she wasn’t going crazy on overthinking.

“my name’s ______” you tell her.

“im uh, im Ell-“

“Ellie Williams, yeah i know”

“of course you do..” she sighed at herself.

“fuck- i uh my friend… she’s gonna be dead worried!! fuck fuck” you say, completely on panic mode

“hey, hey, hey, its okay, just send her a message to let her know youre all good, im not letting you out there again, something worse could happen to you.” she says, in a stern tone.

“you worried about me Williams?” you ask her, calmed but surprised by her reaction, slightly titling your head a little bit. the small amount of alcohol in your system making you bolder than you ever could.

“believe it or not sweetheart, i care about my fans”

something in what you said activated Ellie’s dangerous side. she was gonna torture you and never let you go.

“dont you have a show you have to do? for the caring of your fans?”

“i believe they can wait a little bit, dont you think?” she smirked at you.

that goddamn smirk she’d have in those pinterest pictures of her if you searched up her name on the search bar. that smirk when she was on live and someone would tell how much they loved her. or when her fans would ask her to sign on their boobs.

that smirk.

“how disappointed i would be if i was one of those, knowing you were just sitting in here with someone you didnt even knew”

“mhhh i wouldnt care less doll”

you blushed at the nickname, you’d cringe if someone else would’ve called you like that, but the way she said made your panties grow a little wet spot faster than you thought your body could.

you shifted a little bit in your chair, uncomfortable by how sweaty you’ve just became.

“dont you think its hot.. in here?” you said, praying for her to not notice it was because of how much your heart was pumping, making you red everywhere.

“follow me” Ellie said, getting up and walking in another room. you were almost too shaking to even walk but you managed to make your way to ellie. she was in a small bedroom. how could you know lodges had bedrooms? no idea.

“we have those bedrooms if someone from the bend is tired or dont feel good, very useful. i think it was Beyoncé that asked that”

“you know beyoncé???” you asked completely amazed

“uhhh, no. im a small artist, not a pop star” she laughed and made herself comfortable on the bed.

you sat next to her, but shy enough to keep your distance away from her a little.

Ellie just grabbed a guitar that was hanging on the wall and started to play a little melody. her fingers stroking the strings so perfectly, making them some beautiful note and then you recognized the song. she was signing one of hers.

its like you were in a dream, the room was so dark but there was lights everywhere, hanging like a teenage room. making able to see everything with the most perfect lighting, you were able to see the intense shadows from ellie’s perfect muscles. aligned how it was made, like god modelled them himself with his own hands. the way she was just there looking at where her fingers were at to know what note to play next. her foot tapping around with the beat. her hair being lighten by the small yellow lights, making her auburn hair look way more softer than usual.

you couldn’t contain yourself at the sight.

“wanna try?” Ellie asked, handing you the guitar with smile on her lips… her perfect lips- ok stop this madness.

“i- i dont know how to play”

“ill teach you- here, put it on your legs…” she then got closer and took your hands to place them to make a chord. “and here is the chord C major” she smiled at you. “easy right?”

“sure, if i dont count the fact that my fingers are about to explose”

she looked at you and laughed, you did the same. you felt now so comfortable with her.

“alright..” she said,

“get in my lap imma teach you some other stuff.”

“huh?”

“the guitar, you trust me?”

she said, clarifying your dirty mind.

“uh yeah, i do” you said then sat in front of her, between her legs. she wrapped her arms around you and guided your fingers, showing you the chords. one by one.

her fingers felt sooo good on your skin, you were just wondering how good they felt inside of you.

you knew that what you were feeling was wrong, that you two just met but you couldn’t help to press your ass to her crutch. Ellie’s words stuttered, and so did yours. every words were slower and her mouvements were more sensual, if you werent delusional.

the tension just kept growing and only one more move and it could be done for the both of you.

she pressed her head in your shoulder. still teaching you. a hand on yours- guiding you and another on your hip… and she just made you get closer to her, as you could even get closer. you were trying to not moan at this point. what she was doing, ‘teaching’ you guitar and making your heart skip a beat, pretending like nothing else was happening, like it was just all in your imagination. but the feeling was so strong, so strong.

you felt her lips stroking against the skin of your neck while she was whispering you the instructions of the next chords.

crazy how an hour ago you were with your bestfriend, being exited about just seeing ellie live, and here you were, she was literally teaching you how to play guitar with hers. this felt all like it was some kind of prank, too good to be true, but you were just there to enjoy yourself at 100%.

Ellie’s hand on your hip was now playing around on your thigh, she’d tell you how good you were doing. she then moved her hand, painfully slow in your inner thigh. your breathing was speeding up like she was already in you…

she has just touch you so little.

you craved her so much.

you let her get higher, she stoked her fingers on your clothed cunt, could feel the wet spot on your panties that was growing since you got into her lodge.

“is this okay?” she asked you. scared she was taking everything too far, but you just pushed her hand closer to where you needed her the most.

Ellie took the guitar away from the both of you and turned you over so she could see your face.

your legs wrapped around her waist and now both of her hands were on your hips.

the atmosphere completely changed. it was romantic and comfortable 2 seconds ago, and now its so much more intense, the room feels hotter and your nervousness is on the top of your head controlling you to stay still.

“ellie…” you whined.

that made ellie so much more bold. her hands moved up from your hips to your cheeks, not forgetting to touch every part of your skin that was on the way. it wasn’t too slow and either too fast, just enough to realize she was getting closer and closer while her eyes switched on your eyes to your lips. you leaned in, like she was a magnet, pulling you towards her. her lips on yours felt the most right thing you’ve ever felt. they were so soft, so warm, so so tender against your lips. the kiss turned into a make out soon enough like it was a relief from all the tension that had built. her tongue dancing against yours, feeling this feeling of euphoria in your whole body, only catching yourself needed more and more.

unconsciously, your hips were rocking against any pressure you could find. ellie stopped her kisses to only replace them on your neck. you tilt your head to give her more access. you had no idea what you were doing, its like your body went into full control and your mind was just beyond the clouds, seeing the stars when her knee pressed against your clothed cunt. a moan and a a relief sigh escaped your lips.

all was happening so fast and ellie was taking your shirt off, as you were doing the same to her, like in those romantic movies when the two characters find eachothers and they get heated in the moment. like there wasn’t time, like you were late to somewhere.

ellie’s fingers found their way, once again on your clit.

“you mind if i take this off?” she asked, with a smirk, but you could see her cheeks blushing, her breath being fast… her hands shaking.

you nodded, way too speechless of the goddess in front of you

“words, i need words baby”

“take it off” you saw, looking at your legs that were still wrapped around ellie’s waist.

ellie layed you down on the bed, now on top of you, looking at you up and down, analyzing your body. she gently touched the hem of your skirt to take it off. you lifted your hips up to help her. her mouvement were painfully slow, as she was trying to make this sooo memorable.

your panties along with your hips were now on the floor of the room. laying with only your bra left.

ellie’s lips returned to yours, while you could feel her hands getting closer to where you needed her the most.

“ellie..?”

“yes, yes? what’s wrong?” she asked, genuine

“i uh.. can i ride on you?” you asked her, closing your eyes to try and hide yourself from the immense embarrassment you felt, but before you knew it, ellie stood up, you looked at her, clearly confused about what she was doing

to your surprise, she only stripped herself, finding her now completely naked. you could see her abs.. her biceps.. the ‘v’ kind of shape she had on her lower stomach.. her small, yet perfect boobs, only finding your mouth watering at the sight- and not only your mouth but your pussy was drenched too.

“are you gonna stop staring at me?” ellie asked as she climbed on top of you, kissing you- again

maybe she felt magnified to you too? just like you felt so attracted to her

you were winning in anticipation and excitement

naturally, her leg intertwined with one of yours so both of your clits were pressing against eachothers.

feeling her like that against you was heaven. grinding yourself against her was beyond beautiful. the scene was so pornographic that i’d create a new sin in the bible.

“els! im so.. close… fuck!!”

“me too, fuck.. together yeah?”

and just like that she gave a couple more trusts against you and you did the same, as your mouvements were synchronized, as if it was destiny to find her and make love with the love of your life.

you saw and felt fireworks, a big release escaped as you were almost screaming by pleasure. and ellie was just, amazed by your fucked expression she could cum again over and over by just being on top of you, looking at you this beautiful. she couldnt stop.

“els! please!” you said as you felt overstimulated by your previous orgasm.

“please give me another one, please.” ellie was begging at this point. as she needed it more than you, as she felt it in her.

she could go on and on, and you would let her abuse your cunt for the rest of your life if it felt like that.

[thepepsislvt]

Imagine eustass and killer with a Popstar/rockstar s/o 👀

-🍒

Youre so right for this and i love it omg

welcome to the chat cherry annon

Kid and Killer x gn popstar/rockstar s/o

They are your biggest fans no matter what anyone says

and also your personal body gaurds

got the big scary dog privilege fr

they go to all of your shows no matter what

Eustass flexes to other people 98% of the time that hes dating you

He wants everyone to know that yall are dating

Killer respects your privacy and doesnt boast to everyone

a lot of your fans would never guess you were in a poly relationship since they only hear Kid talking about you

if you play an instrument the Kid is most definitely helping you practice before shows

Killer helps you set the tone for different songs weather it would be faster or slower depending on the type of vibe youre going for

The two of them are usually there for every practice your band has unless there is something going on for them

Kid gets so possessive of you after every show because the amount of fans yelling “i love you” or whatever

Killer knows that its just idolizing and not actually Love

so he helps you calm Kid down

if there is ever a drunkard or bastard that climbs up on the stage just trust they will be dealt with

Kid also loves to wear your merch like a lot

and Killer loves to help you get dressed in your costumes for each show

(Kid does too but he always gets a little touchy feely)

Kid is always in the mosh pit ngl

he yearns for the pit

they both love you so much and are thrilled that you are finally getting the recognition you deserve for your talent

[fiapartridge]

GRACE X MACKLIN 🌟🏒☁️

macklin celebrini x hughes!sister au!

meet gracelyn hughes 🐈‍⬛🎸🫐 fc: claire cottrill

✮ age: 18

✮ nicknames: grace, g, & 'the coolest hughes' by trevor obvi

✮ education/hobbies: grace studies psychology at the university of michigan while being a singer/guitarist for her small indie band, red summer.

✮ family: her older brothers, luke (20), jack (22), quinn (24), all play hockey in the nhl! her parents, jim and ellen hughes, also play/played hockey. she's super close with all of them; they spend every single summer together at the lake house in michigan!

✮ g's quirks: she's never had a bf! she simply hasn't had a care for being in a relationship & her brothers are super protective (mainly jack!!); she loves lorde (she is the physical embodiment of pure heroine) + lunar vacation; her parents tried to get her into hockey when she was younger but she always ended up talking to the goalie when everyone else was actually playing the game; she has some tattoos + a nose piercing; her favorite movies are lady bird, booksmart, and the edge of seventeen! she's literally kat stratford.

meet macklin celebrini 🏒⭐️🌊

✮ age: 17

✮ nicknames: mack & celly

✮ education/sports: macklin is currently playing hockey for boston university.

✮ family: his older brother, aiden (19) plays on the same team as him at bu! they have two younger siblings.

✮ mack's quirks: he's had the biggest crush on grace ever since he learned about the hughes family. to be honest, that's probably the biggest reason why he hasn't been in a relationship in college yet. he's been holding out for her.

about the fic! -> a little backstory & some stuff to know 😇

✮ grace is macklin's celeb crush! if you want to read about how they met, here's the link !

✮ i had her as an olympic figure skater in the fic linked above because i wrote it before creating this au! now she's a guitarist/singer for a band!! 🎸🎸🎸 (i also just love rockstar gf + biggest fan bf vibes)

✮ she first started texting him on february 14, 2024 -> everything will take place after that date!

moodboard!

playlist!

fics ->

✮ "who is your celebrity crush?"

✮ first date

✮ he's a stranger!

blurbs ->

work in progress...

thoughts ->

✮ they're in between coded!

✮ complicated start

✮ pda

✮ cuddliest pair

insta edits ->

work in progress...

[sonsofslytherin]

LEAD GUITAR

Theodore Nott

Stage Presence:

Theodore Nott is laid back and quiet, much like the bassist.

Well they both have the rep of the quietest members, Theo's calm is more in the sense that he's not trying to draw attention to himself.

He's the one that had been the most reluctant to start the band

Fans joke that no one hates this band more than Theodore Nott

In the end he agreed to make his boys happy and because he truly loves the music

Now I'm a firm believer that they all have some form of anxiety with their own unique triggers. But Theo is the most anxious and he definitely also weathers that shit silently

He distracts himself as much as possible, which is one of the reasons he learned guitar

But he also has a MAJOR oral fixation. Which is where everyone gets the cigarette addiction comes from.

He truly tries to stop though, so for the most part he doesn't smoke at the shows unless he's feeling really anxious

If he doesn't smoke bros chewing gum or is biting down on a pic he almost died because he almost swallowed it

If he doesn't have anything (rare) he is doing the tongue in the corner of the mouth thing

Or absolutely destroying his lips/cheek bro is devouring himself for real

He for sure side eyes the crowd the whole time like he scared too

The most he'll do on stage is vibing in his own circle. If he's really vibing with the song he'll go to jam with the other guys.

Mattheo and Enzo bring out the most energy in him

Draco and Blaise vibe with him in a more lowkey way

He helps write most of the songs

He writes all of the guitar parts too

He is basically a God on guitar, bros fingers are flying and he does it all with a straight face

I'm also convinced he's a freak and is definitely left-handed and he totally has a left-handed guitar

Mattheo basically had a stroke when he tried to use the guitar

When he solos it's either absolute chaos in the crowd is just losing their shit over his talent or it's just pure silence because they're in awe of him

When he does sing people wonder why he isn't vocals, but then he finishes and takes one look at the crowd and then high tails it back to his side of the stage

The band are basically his biggest fans too like they lose it like they're groupies Enzo is not allowed to kiss him anymore

Music is extremely fulfilling for him now and he's learning to be proud of himself :')

Wardrobe:

Theo is really casual in the way he plays and in the way he dresses

He's still casual but just looks a little more put together compared to Matt

Standing next to the whole band he looks slightly out of place, he definitely looks like he's in an indie band

He doesn't really lean into the Rockstar aesthetic

True to his Italian Roots (I will fight) he'll wear like a linen button up and some jeans or any button up really

Or like a long sleeve or a cute sweater and these will usually be loose fitting

He's a pretty lanky guy

I don't stand by throwing muscles and muscles on him, his body is fine the way it is and he happens to be a very lean guy that doesn't mean he's not strong

He'll throw the occasional Blazer or jacket on but that's as crazy as it gets

Same as Mattheo he's wearing some basic sneakers like vans or Converse

I can't see him having any piercings

Fans have speculated for YEARS on whether or not this man has tats

(He does but just a few sentimental ones but no one has ever really seen anything)

[ashwhowrites]

Could I request angst #1 with Eddie please❤️ RIP my heart out but maybe happy ending?

What’s the point of trying if it just proves that I’ll never be good enough?

I hope this is enough angst for you!! And I hope it does rip your heart out. I tried my best <3 thank you for requesting

Good enough?

Eddie liked to give off the vibe that he was confident. That every negative comment thrown his way did nothing to affect him. He walked with his head high, danger in his eyes, and a fence around his heart. He's been burned too many times, so he didn't care to let anyone in. The people in his life all walked out on him, and he started to believe the common factor was him.

He planned to graduate and get the hell out of Hawkins. The only person he'd leave behind was Wayne, but even then, he wasn't around much. Eddie didn't spend his free time with anyone, just scrapping for money. A jar packed with every dollar he made, his ticket to get out. He's been saving for years, over hundreds of money.

He lived behind a wall, and he was scared to let anyone get too close to it. Because if they did, they'd see his right through it. His walls are made of glass, one shattering away from collapsing.

At the end of the day, he was lonely. And being lonely made him make stupid decisions, like falling in love.

~~~

Y/N was new to the school and to Hawkins. She looked lost and small, but gorgeous. A kind of gorgeous that Eddie couldn't take his eyes off of her. He kept staring, trying to see if she was real or a dream. She wore comfy clothes, nothing over the top for her first day in a new school. Which told Eddie she didn't feel the need to impress anyone. But, he kept walking by.

He saw her every day and every second. It was like she spawned right in front of him, no matter where he went. He couldn't escape from her.

And he never did escape from her. Her warm touch landed on his shoulder, and his body tingled in ways he never felt before. Her sweet voice complimented his shirt, and it stayed in his head. He tried to be polite, smile, and walk off. But then she followed, her number on a piece of paper. He planned to throw it away, he knew someone new wouldn't change anything.

But in a moment of weakness, he called her.

~~~

Two years passed, and they lived in a small trailer together. Their diplomas side by side on the wall. A reminder of where they met and the only achievement Eddie could hang up.

She lived behind the glass walls with him. He cut out a door for her to slip through, her gentle body squeezing in. The glass stood tall, touches of them on the walls to remind him he wasn't stuck in there alone.

He thought she'd leave a long time ago, but here she was, twirling around in his arms in her white dress. The biggest smile he's ever felt across his lips. Their wedding was a tiny dance in their kitchen. Neither had a family to share the memory with. Wayne got a job and left Eddie behind. But Eddie was okay with it, now he had a wife to lie side by side with.

Eddie didn't know how to be a husband, and she didn't know how to be a wife. Both learn together with training wheels. But Eddie has never found himself happier. He still had his dream of leaving, which she supported. They'd run off together and Eddie would get his dream of being a rockstar.

~~~

Time flew, and before Eddie knew it, they were celebrating their third wedding anniversary.

Eddie was running a tad late to the house, stopping by the store to get flowers. He was buzzing with excitement. They saved enough to leave Hawkins forever, and he planned to share that news tonight.

Eddie drove home, a smile on his face as he passed the familiar streets.

The tiny restaurant he proposed at, he remembered how scared he was.

Eddie couldn't eat any of the food, the box in his pocket rubbing against his thigh. His nerves swimming in his stomach, he felt like everything he ever ate was going to come back up. She watched him worriedly as she sipped her wine. Her warm hand clenched his as she asked if he was alright. He smiled and said he was fine.

The sweat on his hairline as he took a deep breath. He reached into his pocket and slid off his chair. Dropping to his knee in front of her, kissing her left hand as he held it. He remembered the shocked look on her face, the tears that slid down her cheeks. The way he choked out the words through his own tears. "I've never had a home, just a roof over my head. I've never had love, just a piece of paper saying I was Wayne's. But now I found home and love in the same place. You are my home, and I learned what love felt like because of you. You are the only person in my life that hasn't left me behind. And I want you forever, us forever, and a home forever. I promise I'll give you a home, family, and the love you showed me."

Eddie wiped a silent tear that fell down his cheek, he smiled at the memory and kept driving. A few blocks down he saw the light post, a sting in his heart.

It was a stormy night, the rain poured and thunder cracked throughout the silence. He was running down the street, praying the rain covered his tears, and the thunder blocked out his sobs. Her feet pounding behind him, racing to catch up with him. Her hand reached out and grabbed his jacket.

"TALK TO ME!" she pleaded, her own tears flying down her face as she turned Eddie around. His eyes closed as he refused to look at her. He wanted to run away from the fight and hide from the consequences.

"Baby, please? It's me" She tried again. She wrapped her arms around him, their soaked clothes sticking to each other as he broke down in her arms. His legs gave out as dropped to his knees, and she sank down with him. Her touch never left his as she tangled her hand in his wet curls.

"Just please don't leave me. You are all I have. I know I fuck up a lot, I know I'm a mess and make it impossible to love me. Please don't give up on me."

"Oh Eddie, I'll never leave you. I love you so much, and we all make mistakes. You are my mess, and you are the only mess I'd ever want. I'd never give up on you, okay? I'm always going to love you."

Eddie kept on driving, his mind busy with the memories of her. He pulled into the driveway, a smile on his face as he held the flowers. He turned his key, walking into the house. He could smell the dinner on the stove, the soft music playing through the radio, but no sight of his wife. Eddie hummed as he put the flowers in a vase, setting it on the table.

"BABE?" Eddie yelled, he checked on the dinner before moving around the house. He wasn't sure where she was.

He headed to the bedroom, calling her again as he opened the door.

And there she was,

Standing in tight lingerie, red and black lace covering her chest and cunt. The rest of her skin showed off by the mesh. Her hair curled and messy, red lips smeared, and eyeliner sharp. Eddie thought his wife looked beautiful.

"I can explain!" She rushed out, Eddie's eyes moved away from her and settled on the man behind her.

Eddie felt his heart being torn into a thousand pieces. She reached out to him, her ring still on her finger. Eddie backed away, ignoring the hurt on her face as he tried to find the words. Eddie recognized the man, it was Y/N's boss. He couldn't say a word as her boss quickly ran out of the house.

"I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you." Y/N cried, the tears already falling as she grabbed Eddie's hand. But it was like her touch set him off. Yanked him back down to reality.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?" he screamed, not a single part of him felt guilty as she jumped back. Her hands back to her own space as she nervously chewed on her nail.

"Please I can explain!"

"Explain what? I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING! I GAVE YOU FUCKING EVERY SINGLE THING I HAD!" Eddie screamed.

He's been burned so many times.

He's been left by so many people.

Just as he expected, the glass house shattered and he was cut by the shreds.

"How could you do this to me? In our bed? In our house? On our fucking anniversary?" Eddie was shooting off questions, and she didn't have any answers. She sobbed as he watched. He didn't know how to feel. It was like he didn't feel anything but anger.

He felt like he should be sad, and heartbroken. But he felt fire in his veins and wanted to hurt her way worse than she hurt him.

"I don't know! But Eddie, please. I'm so sorry, you have to believe me!" She pleaded, but Eddie wasn't having any of it.

"Believe you?" he scoffed, "BELIEVE YOU?" he repeated. "I SPENT ALL THESE YEARS BELIEVING YOU! WHEN YOU SAID YOU LOVE ME, WHEN YOU MARRIED ME, WHEN YOU PROMISED NEVER TO LEAVE OR HURT ME. ALL I DID WAS BELIEVE YOU. I should have known you were just like everyone else. What happened to you? What changed?" Eddie asked, he refused to let himself cry in front of her about it. He spent years refusing to cry over everything, but what was he supposed to do when his everything made him feel like nothing.

"I was unhappy with you, and I was stupid. It happened once then again and again. I know it doesn't make anything better, but he was never supposed to be here."

"Oh well thank you for that! I am so glad that you had the heart to cheat everywhere but our house." Eddie mocked, rolling his eyes.

"How were you unhappy? I did everything you wanted. I mean FUCK! WE STAYED HERE BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO. WE BOUGHT THIS HOUSE BECAUSE YOU WANTED IT. WE HAD THE WEDDING YOU WANTED. We were meant to leave Hawkins behind, and you told me you wanted to stay, and I did for you." Has Eddie explained everything more things were clicking in his head.

"When did you two start?" he asked, his eyes in slits as he glared over at her.

"I don't know. But it's the past! Please we can fix this. We can fix our marriage and have the family we always wanted. Please don't give up on us. Let me fix this." She cried as she clung to his arms desperately. Eddie could see the regret in her eyes, but he couldn't trust her.

"What’s the point of trying if it just proves that I’ll never be good enough? I've been trying ever since we met. I'm done trying because look where it got me. I gave up my dream in music just so you could stay here and why? For him? Because you picked that he was more important than my dream?"

"I didn't pick between you!" She tried to defend but Eddie just couldn't hold it in.

"YOU ALREADY PICKED HIM! You picked him the second you decided you wanted to stay here. We had a chance to run away like we always dreamed about. Then you changed your mind. You begged me to have our family here. But that's what you truly meant was it? You begged me to stay here so you didn't have to leave him. It wasn't about raising a family in the town I grew up in. It wasn't about the place we fell in love. It was about all about him. You are so fucking selfish. You made me give up everything so you could have it all, and that still wasn't enough. You played me stupid and made me stay here so you could continue your affair? I can't stand you." Eddie hissed. He was done, and the love he felt for her was not enough.

"You're right," she said quietly, "It was about him. I wanted to stay because I didn't want to lose that feeling. And I'm sorry I got caught up. It was just because it was new and exciting! I don't love him, not even close to the amount of love I have for you. I want you, and a family. You are way more important and I'm sorry I broke your heart. "She sobbed, her hands against his cheeks. He tried to hold back his tears but her soft touch reminded him of the love they had together. The nights they were tangled up and their hearts beat together. But broken hearts don't beat anymore.

"We're done," Eddie said, he stepped back and let a small tear fall.

"Eddie no." She pleaded but Eddie shook his head.

"The old you would have never done this to me. She actually loved me, and when she said it, she meant it. The girl I married meant it. You cheated because I made you unhappy? No, you cheated because you were unhappy with yourself. And that's not my godman fault."

"Excuse me?" She snapped, "Unhappy with myself? You aren't the only one that put work into this marriage. I dealt with assholes in high school for giving you a chance. I sacrificed my wedding because we couldn't afford anything. After all, your record stopped you from getting a job. Maybe I was unhappy because you held me back! Maybe I was unhappy because I busted my ass making money to pay all our bills while you tried to make a career happen from your band. Maybe I cheated because I wanted to be taken care of instead of taking care of you." She breathed heavily, her tears gone as she fumed.

"You are so two-faced. We had conversations about my band and your job. YOU TOLD ME TO WORK ON THE BAND AND YOU'LL COVER THE BILLS IN THE MEANTINE BECAUSE YOU WANTED ME TO DO WHAT I LOVED! You can't throw that in my face now. I offered to get a job, I told you I had connections in California for us, and none of that was good enough for you. You don't get to turn this all on me so you can keep your hands clean. I did everything you told me to do. We sleep side by side every night. If you were unhappy, you had every chance to say something. But that would mean you had to be the bad guy right? But don't worry about it. I won't hold you back. Go live out your house fantasy with your boss, fucking your way up to a promotion, and have him take care of you. See how far lust over love gets you."

Eddie was met with silence. He scoffed and began to pack his bags.

"Just going to leave?" She asked

He collected everything he had in a rush and grabbed his jar from the closet. He was going to make it with or without her.

"Yeah. Since we move on to new shiny things instead of talking things out." Eddie spat out.

"You really think you can do this on your own? You weren't good enough to make it in Hawkins, what makes you think you are good enough to make it in California?"

~~~

"Ladies and gentlemen, Eddie Munson."

Two years later, Eddie stood on a big stage. The crowd chanted his name as the spotlight blinded him from seeing the crowd. His guitar was in his hand and his new band was behind him.

The smile on his face never left. The California air swept across his forehead and he felt the breeze on his arms. The sound of the ocean echoed as he sang and the crowd sang along.

He didn't hold anyone back.

She held him back.

And leaving her was the best thing he ever did. He made it on his own because he was good enough. He was good enough to achieve his dream and damn good enough to be a star.

He struggled with love, and now he has thousands of people that love him all across the world. All these people that saved him, and some he saved right back.

He didn't struggle about being good enough because he was always good enough.

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[blackdollette]

"boy, look at you lookin' at me" | euronymous

high by the beach. - lana del rey

summary: one night, you caught euronymous's attention when you were up on stage.

p.s. this has nothing to do with the original oystein aarseth. this is rory's portrayal of the character.

bassist!singer!fem!reader x euronymous

contents: slight stalking, enemies to lovers (kinda.), rockstar girlfriend aesthetic. <3

euronymous had seen your posters all over town. people were saying that you were going to be norway's next biggest thing, and that was all it took to tick him off.

he'd originally thought that you were just some little whore who could strum a chord and pop a tit for your fans to go wild for you, but when he saw the crowd for his performances get smaller, and saw your publicity grow just as quickly, he decided to see what you were all about.

he had been keeping up with what some of your fans were saying, helping him find out that your next show was the next day at 6pm, just before sundown, and he knew he couldn't miss it.

he shut down his shop early so that he could make his way to your venue. people were buzzing as he pushed his way through the crowd, only making his resentment for you grow stronger. he got to where you were performing, and just in the nick of time. you were making your way onto the stage, a dark red bass guitar slung across your shoulder.

as euronymous saw you in person for the first time, he snorted out a laugh to himself. you looked more like a barbie doll than a rockstar, your dark red silk dress, black leather jacket, torn fishnet stockings and black boots making you look like a little toy that was meant to be played with by all the lust-filled men in the crowd.

after a few minutes, it was showtime. you did one final sound check, making sure your mic and bass were working. as you made some noise, the entire stadium filled with the sweet sound of your fingers running down the neck of the instrument.

you took a deep breath before starting to sing in the mic. your voice was smooth like honey, but eerie with a little bite to it. it sent a slight chill down euronymous' spine. the sound of your voice mixed with the low, deep notes of the bass was truly enough to set a euphoric vibe in the entire stadium.

he found himself getting lost in your motions, watching your hips sway as you sang and played, your dark red painted lips moving with each note you sang. he felt his body heating up, specifically his cheeks. your beautiful noises were enough to put a man asleep and keep him up all night.

you were like a siren. you could lure in anyone you wanted with your beauty and elegance, only leading them to their own destruction.

the song you were singing was melancholic, but electric. (think "high by the beach" type of vibe.) euronymous had never had a liking for that specific type of music, but everything about you made it the only thing he wanted to hear for the rest of his life.

his eyes were locked on you. he felt as if he was the only one in the room with you, making this moment so much more addictive for him. he'd always believed that "love at first sight" was a bunch of bullshit, but you were making him question everything he's ever known.

as you reached the final chorus, your voice got more passionate, the words you sang making euronymous feel like the song was just for him. he felt a little smile creeping onto his face as he started walking closer to the stage.

you ended your song with a loud ringing note, the entire audience bursting into cheers. people started throwing blood-red roses onto the stage, them landing right by your feet. you blew kisses out to the crowd, thanking them all for watching your show, even though the pleasure was all theirs.

euronymous was so mesmerised by the way your body and hair moved as you walked away from the stage. he only snapped back to reality when you had disappeared into the curtains, heading backstage.

he quickly rushed to an alternative entrance to your destination, but he was blocked by a large, muscular security guard. he glared at the guard before speaking. "i'm her boyfriend. you'd better get the fuck out of my way before i let this get back to her." the guard nodded before stepping out of the way.

euronymous walked past him, flipping him off as he got further away from him. his head was still turned, so he wasn't looking where he was going. you had seen his little encounterment with the guard, and now you wanted to know what was up.

you grabbed him by the collar of his leather jacket, a bottle of red wine in your other hand. he turned to look at you, his cheeks flushing as he saw you from this angle. god, you were even more beautiful up close.

you scowled at him. "boyfriend, huh?" his eyes were glued to your red lips, him fighting every urge to bite them with his teeth. he cleared his throat. "so, your norway's next biggest thing." his eyes travelled up and down your body. he was picturing you in so many unspeakable ways.

"what's it to you?" you bit back. you looked at where your hand was on his leather jacket. you noticed a little badge that read the word "mayhem". you took a good look at his face before a wave of realization hit you.

"wait... you're in that band, right? the most famous band in the country?" you narrowed your eyes at him a little, making sure that you weren't mistaken. a smug little grin crept up on his face. "so you've heard of me. i'm euronymous, head and guitarist of the band."

"well, i guess you've got some competition now." you smiled as you ran your painted nail down his neck. he shuddered slightly. he had only just met you and you already had him completely wrapped around your finger. you had a feeling that he would be a fun little toy to play with.

you turned around and sat on a black couch in the corner of the room. "why don't we sit down and have a friendly little conversation, hm?" the look on your face was anything but friendly, but he couldn't refuse. you poured him a glass of wine as he sat down beside you.

you handed him the glass before putting your lips by his ear, whispering gently. "i think we're gonna have a whole lot of fun together, euronymous..." you gave him a soft kiss on the neck, making his face turn as red as your lipstick. in the span of 1 hour, he had gone from hating your guts to being your little bitch, and this was only the beginning.

author's note: i think this may be my favourite fic yet. im working on a part 2 along with a few other things, so stay tuned! :))

[enam3l]

someone also asked for her to be a friend of reader who she sets up with Steve and someone asked for a backing singer for corroded coffin... so let's have both and give our boy his fairytale ending.

steve harrington's happy ending (rockstar eddiverse) 4.7k / fluff / steve and ed being flirty bffls

i don't write for steve so im not super confident with this but our boy needed his happy ending. added a lil mood board for his wife. you can see all rockstar eddie x reader stories and lore at #enam3ls rockstar eddie or the masterlist!

A boys weekend was what was promised by Eddie. You were away visiting family and told Eddie to invite Steve to stay at your New York apartment for some brotherly bonding. Another relationship had gone up in smoke for poor Steve and even if getting out wouldn't make him feel better, it would grant Robin a moment of peace. Since he'd been dumped, Steve had set up camp at Robin's and was really ruining the vibe of her last few months at college before graduating. The breaking point had occurred last week as Robin brought a girl home after a date only to hear a screech from the lounge. The poor girl had walked in to find Steve moping on the in his boxers. She quickly ran out accusing Robin of setting her up for a threesome. 

So that's where Steve found himself, skulking round yours and Eddie's apartment looking at all the photos of the pair of you loved up as Eddie spoke to his manager on the phone. Steve was proud that the gangs meddling had resulted in Eddie finding the love of his life but he couldn't kick the nagging jealousy inside him that wondered when it was his turn. Ever since the events of 86, Steve Harrington for the first time in his life knew what he wanted to be - father. Nothing he ever achieved compared to the fulfilment he found in helping the kids although now they were all eighteen, he really needed to stop calling them that. No record on the swim team, monster slain, pay check or fight won made him feel as good as the look on the kids faces when he did something for them. And nothing made Steve's heart ache with want the way seeing how in love everyone around him was. He noted every word Joyce and Hopper said in their vows, the way you and Eddie looked at each other the first time you met, the admiration in Jonathan's voice whenever Nancy did something amazing and Lucas' pride when Max overcame whatever was thrown at her. 

He wanted it all for himself but true love continued to evade him. The latest girlfriend was beautiful and kind but she wasn't the one, Steve knew that and in reality his wallowing was not about the loss but about being back at square one - again. 

'Steeeveeee,' Eddie's voice called as he appeared from the bedroom, he sang Steve's name sweetly in a way that screamed 'I have bad news.' 

'Yes?' Steve sighed. 

'I'm really, really, really sorry but can you forgive your best friend because he has to delay boys night for some music video reshoots?' Eddie had donned his biggest puppy dog eyes, his eyes swirling hypnotic shades of chocolate - something you'd discussed with the group at length believing it to be sorcery. 

'Ugh,' Steve groaned, eyes rolling, 'fine, fine.' He was already getting his jacket on knowing he can never say no to Eddie and that the chaos of a filming set might distract him. 

Steve blocked the doorway before Eddie could follow him out, finger wagging at his chest.

'Although... Robin is my best friend,' Steve smirked. 

Eddie's jaw went slack as he mimed a dagger to his heart. 

'Hurt people, hurt people, Steven!' he declared dramatically before wiping a fake tear away. Steve's eyes rolled at the dramatics. 

'That's not even my name...' Steve whined and Eddie dragged him out the door. 

Steve's inkling that the set would be chaos was correct. From what he could see from beyond the lingering fog from the fog machine, people were scurrying everywhere, moving lights, positioning cameras and mics and shouting orders. Corroded Coffin stood with their instruments in a fake barren forest. Smoke rolling between bare trees and rubble as the scene was lit gloomily except for flickering cracks of orange light. To the corner, Steve could make out to backing singers stood on a platform. Both women had black mini dresses, over the knee black boots and a pair of black angel wings. He couldn't help the snicker that escaped as he watched thee Eddie 'freak' Munson, his wild and carefree friend have his hair perfectly teased by a girl on set. Eddie coughed as she violently sprayed another can of hairspray at him and Steve suddenly realised why there were so many 'NO SMOKING' signs around the building. 

The whole bizarre scenario a reminder that his friend really was a rockstar. Steve supposes Eddie has always looked like one but he feels a sense of pride that his friend has stayed the same sweet, ridiculous weirdo he's always been. Never letting celebrity get to his head and never taking himself seriously. The boys had been in fits of tears a few minutes earlier as both of them along with two women from the costume department spent the best part of an hour trying to squeeze Eddie into the tightest pair of leather trousers known to man. 

'Christ, man. You look like Olivia Newton-John in Grease,' Steve had wheezed between laughing. 

'You'd love that, wouldn't you Harrington?' Eddie challenged, eyebrows wiggling. 

 '5...4...3..' the director had started counting down, finally ready to begin the filming now. Between the backing track, the wind machine, flashing lights and smoke, Steve had no idea how any of the band were managing to concentrate on playing. Steve was finding himself immersed in the scene, forgetting this was just a music video as the set got more intense as the song reached the chorus. The lights flashed brighter, the music louder and the band playing harder and moving around with more vigour. Eddie was a natural performer, his body rippling in time with the notes he was playing, legs spread in a power stance. Even if it wasn't his type of music, Steve still loved seeing the guys play, his head bobbing in time with the beat until a shout led the music to screech to a halt. 

Just as Eddie was getting into his guitar solo, his knees bent, putting his all into it he suddenly yelled 'OH MOTHERFUCKER!!'

Steve whipped his head round as he saw everyone fluster round Eddie.

'Woah what? Everything okay man?'

'Dude what the fuck what happened?

The directors and cameramen flocked over. 

Eddie's palm hit his forehead, his cheeks flushed.

'Yeah... shit,' Eddie laughed, 'guys, I told you these pants were too tight!'

Everyone looked around in confusion until Eddie span around. 

'The fucking split man, LOOK!' Steve snorted as Eddie's ringed finger pointed to the rip at the burst seam of the leather trousers revealing his ass.  'Mannn, you guys are so fuckin lucky my girl makes me wear underwear to these things!' Eddie grinned. 

Steve had gotten up now and was stood with his friend, the pair of them in stitches again over the ridiculous trousers. 

His brows quirked up 'are you saying you don't usually wear underwear?' 

Eddie shook his head 'fuck no, not if Y/N is around. Need easy access always, have you seen how hot my girlfriend is?'

Steve shook his head, groaning in disgust. He knew all too well that Eddie was a fan of easy access, wishing he didn't know the noises you and his friend made during ... intimate moments. Too many times had Steve had to angrily knock on a bathroom or van door. 

Clearly the people running the shoot did not find the wardrobe mishap as funny as Steve and Eddie. The director and first AD were running around frantically, shouting into walkies 

'Where is costume? We need them on set now!'

'Fucks sake, can anyone here sew these damn trousers up for Munson?!' The AD wailed. 

A sweet voice chirped up from the far side of the stage, 

'Oh! I can!' Steve whipped his head round to see one of the winged backing singers trotting over. 

'Alright Ed, let's see the damage,' she chuckled. 

For the first time, Steve could see her properly, no longer obscured by the artificial fog. The way he suddenly felt himself struggle for air made him wonder if he'd inhaled too much of it. But it wasn't the smoke, it was her. She was tall and leggy with exposed skin sun-kissed. Her hair similarly sun-bleached, perfectly undone and beachy, he's pretty certain he should hand his crown as 'The Hair' over to her immediately. Everything about her looked effortless, the make up added to her by costume being completely unnecessary. Steve's sure she was ethereal without the make up or the wings. 

'Oh of course you know how to fix this,' Eddie playfully chides her. 

She chuckles and it's lovely, her voice his soft with a little grit. 

'Yeah, yeah. Wonder Woman over here. Wait there, I'll go get a sewing kit,' she lands a little punch to Eddie's shoulder and skips off. 

Steve is left blinking dreamily off in the direction she went off to, his hand seeking out Eddie, hoping feeling something tangible would bring him back down to earth. 

'Munson! Who. The. Hell. Was. That.' 

'Huh?' Eddie was fiddling with the wires of his guitar, not yet noticing his friends bewildered face 'what? Marissa?' 

Steve nods frantically, jaw still dropped. 

'Marissa? Yes! Tell me more!' he gasped. 

Eddie answers, half distracted as he hands his guitar off to someone. 

'Oh yeah, she went to college with Y/N. They're good friends. Did the same course but she can sing so got her a spot doing backing singing for Corroded Coffin...'

Finally Eddie turns around properly to see the state of Steve who is currently stood there like a cartoon character, gawping with hearts popping out his eyes.

'My god... Steve Harrington has a crush, doesn't he?' 

Steve looks at his friend with the most tragically lovesick expression, he gulps and nods. 

'I think I might have to marry her.'

Eddie sympathetically pats his friend on the back, suddenly now aware how he must've looked when he saw you for the first time. 

Steve finds himself alone, sat in the dressing room with Marissa as she artfully stitches up the rip. Eddie had feigned an excuse to leave them alone, deciding Marissa may heal Steve's broken heart a lot better than the bottle of whiskey they would've drank later. 

'So you sing, you're creative... Eddie said you did the same course as Y/N and you sew,' Steve croons, 'what can't you do?'

Marissa flashes him a dazzling smile, 'we just met but I might keep you around, Steve Harrington. You're good for my ego!' 

He has to stop himself from begging her to keep him around so he lets out a laugh and tries to play it cool. 

'But seriously, how do you know how to sew?' 

'Well...' Marissa starts as she carefully threads a needle, 'I have like, five siblings. All younger. Mostly boys. You have no idea how many clothes you'd get through with little boys if you don't know how to sew,' she chuckles. 

Steve's heart aches in a way he's never felt before, his chest feels warm like something is blooming under his rib cage. 

'That's really nice...' he smiles, 'guess you like being in the city now though? Get away by yourself.' 

Marissa stops and shakes her head adamantly, 'no, actually I hate it. I miss them all the time. The city is cool and stuff but I don't know... nothing compares to home.' 

Steve nods, he knows exactly what she means. The city is fun, he likes coming on adventures with Eddie but he's never having more fun than when everyone is round at his usually empty house; filling it with noise. 

'You got siblings then?' She asks curiously. 

'No... well... technically no,' Marissa looks puzzled at his response, 'I'm an only child but I guess when I was like eighteen I ended up kind of adopting a bunch of twelve year olds and now I'm kinda stuck with them.' 

Marissa grins like she knows what he means, Steve's words not even raising any questions and he can't help but grin in response. 

'Is that Dustin and the others? Eddie and Y/N have told me all about them. They seem great. It's sweet that you took them under your wing... really sweet.' She emphasises then last part as she looks at Steve's kind, warm caramel eyes and she hopes he knows she actually means that he is really sweet. 

The pair of them chatter none stop until she's finished stitching the trousers. They continue even as Eddie is putting them back on. They talk until Marissa is practically manhandled by the AD and put back in front of her microphone. As they begin filming again, Steve almost forgets that he's there to watch Eddie. As far as he's concerned, the only person in the room is Marissa. The soft lights illuminating her, almost adding a halo to match the wings. The second the director calls 'CUT!' She is rushing back over to Steve to carry on chatting. 

'So has accidental teen fatherhood put you off being an actual dad then? Guess you've got enough kids already,' she laughs. 

Steve shakes his head adamantly as he realises he's not afraid to tell Marissa how much he wants kids. He's been hesitant to ever mention it to exes, knowing that the reaction of those he's told has been of confusion or disappointment. Groaning that the infamous Steve Harrington doesn't have worldly ambitions, he just wants to have a family. 

'Hell no,' he can't help himself confessing, 'I'd have a whole Von Trapp family if my partner would let me.'

Marissa's face falls slightly, she can't hide her disappointment.

'Oh... you have a girlfriend?' She whispers glumly. Steve shakes his head frantically 

'God no!' He snorts, 'I'm notoriously cursed in the romance department. Ask Eddie or Y/N!'

She smiles at how cute he looks when he's self deprecating and lets her fingers brush his arm. The hairs on Steve's body stand on end at her magnetic touch. 

'I find that hard to believe,' Marissa smiles coyly. Steve thinks his heart is lodged in his throat, he coughs trying to scramble his thoughts together. 

'Wh-what about you? Changed enough nappies from your siblings to put you off for life?' 

She shakes her head, her soft waves shimmying and brushing against Steve's skin. 

'Never. I think... I think having a big family of my own is all I've ever really wanted.' 

The pair had been walking towards Marissa's dressing room, well, she had been and Steve had been following her hopelessly. They stop outside the door, their eyes meeting and both of them with the same soft hazy look. Both wondering if the other can hear how fast their hearts are beating. 

Marissa doesn't want Steve to go and knows he's too sweet to press forward but she's pretty certain that's what is special about him. So she takes control and digs for any reason to keep him here. 

'C-could you help me?' Steve cocks his head 'my wings... kinda tricky to get off?' She points over her shoulder at them. 

'Oh-oh! Yeah, shit, yeah of course!' 

He follows her inside and she stops, turning her back to him. 

'They're just kinda attached to the dress... sorry, they're a little difficult.'

They both nervously chuckle. Steve takes a deep breath before carefully gathering her hair  and draping it over her shoulder revealing her bare back. Across the span of her shoulders are a series of freckles mapped out like constellations. As his long fingers fumble with untangling the straps he sees her tan lines and he can't help but think how beautiful Marissa probably looks on the beach. His breath hitches at the thought and he reminds himself to concentrate at the job at hand. But it's hard not to get lost in her scent radiating from her hair and skin, she smells like summer. Radiating warmth in a way he's never known anyone to before. 

Marissa feels her skin prickle with goosebumps each time Steve's fingers glide against her. She never felt a man with such soft hands before or such careful touch. He untangles the wings as if she's made of precious crystal and truthfully, Marissa feels precious just from how Steve looks at her. 

That night your phone rings you yawn and stretch over to get it. Barely a sleepy 'Hello' leaves your mouth before Marissa barrages you. 

'Oh my god, Y/N why have you never told me about him before? Shit, I feel thirteen. I don't think I've ever had a crush this bad before. He's like something out of a romcom. He's perfect. He's so kind and gentle and sweet and OH ugh the way he talks about those kids?' 

You chuckle, 'so... I take it you met Steve?' 

Marissa nods frantically before she realises you can't see her through the phone, 'YES! And I'll never speak to you again if I don't see him again.' 

In all your time knowing her, you've never heard her like this over a guy before and the fact it's about your sweet, unlucky in love Steve makes you want to squeak. Maybe, finally, you can return the favour for him helping introduce you to Eddie.

'I'll see what I can do.'

In a bar back in New York, Eddie is listening to the same manic ramblings from a tipsy Steve. Eddie blinks as he trips over his words. 

'Oh mannn, think she's s'cool! Who made her? WHO?'

Eddie shrugs, 'I don't know man, her mom and dad I guess?'

Steve presses two fingers to Eddie's lips who's eyes just widen at the contact.

'No, Edward,' Steve whispers, 'the big man did.' He gestures to the sky as Eddie struggles to hide a smirk. 

'Ozzy?' Steve just groans and swats at his friends teasing. 

'Sorry Steve, sorry. I'll talk to the missus. See what we can do.' 

Everything quickly falls into place for Steve and Marissa. It's the most natural thing to happen to either. For the first time, Steve doesn't feel himself trying to be someone for a woman, Marissa sees him for who he is. The first time she goes to Hawkins, Marissa knows immediately this is where she was always meant to be. This felt like the small town she dreamt of having her big family in. It no longer takes the whole gang to stop Steve from feeling alone in his big empty house, just Marissa's presence alone fills the space. Gradually, Steve pieces together who he's supposed to be in this world. When Robin graduates in summer that year, they open up a coffee shop and record store. It quickly becomes a place where people and kids of all kinds come to relax and a sense of true pride that Steve has never felt before, fills him. He's proud of himself for making something special. 

Over Christmas, Steve meets all of Marissa's siblings. Five that despite all being in their teens now, look at her like she hung the moon and stars. He watches how she loves them, paying each one equal attention, knowing everything about their lives despite no longer living in the same house as them. Marissa watches in return as she sees how the six people she loves the most, merge together perfectly. Her sides ache from laughter watching her four brothers tackle Steve. She notices how he teaches them new games and keeps them all entertained. How he instinctively knows how to fix or set up their Christmas presents. Her heart aches seeing how he goes out of his way to make time for her only sister, April. Sharing with her all the girly knowledge he's absorbed over the years from Robin, Max and Eleven. 

Whilst she's occupied with washing the dishes, Marissa is blissfully unaware of what's afoot. When discussing hair products with April, the young girl breaks off the conversation to scan her surroundings before beckoning Steve to lower his ear to her mouth. 

'You're the nicest boy she's ever been with. I hope you stay together,' she whispers. Steve's cheeks blush, he hopes so too. 

Clearly April had initiated a meeting of the siblings which is where Steve found himself now. Sat in the basement, five loving siblings sat facing him in a circle. Were they not teenagers, Steve would've felt like he'd been called into a meeting with the mob. 

The oldest spoke first, despite being eighteen, he was taller than Steve and frankly, alarmingly intimidating. 

'As you know, Marissa is very, very special,' he began with a serious tone, 'she is more than our big sister, she is like our mom. So who she dates is very VERY important.'

Steve gulps, nodding. He looks around the room, each sibling wearing a somber face - until his eyes meet April's. She is grinning, the hand dangling at her side forms a little thumbs up and Steve lets out the breath he's been holding since he got cornered fifteen minutes ago. 

'So far,' the oldest continues, 'our sister has dated a bunch of fucking losers... and then she brought you home, Steve. We have seen it and we have discussed it, we can confirm none of her exes have made her as happy as you do. And none of them have taken the time to get to know us like you have.'

The others all hum in agreement, faces easing slightly now. 

'Therefore, we collectively, grant you our blessing. You are the first man in history to have received this, if you want to live then you best make sure you're the last to receive it too.'

He then walks forward and shakes Steve's hand, it's the firmest handshake Steve has ever received and it squeezes out the rest of the breath he'd been holding. 

'Well guys,' Steve begins, 'first of all, thank you. It's an honour. It's also an honour to be with Marissa. I mean, I haven't told her this yet... we only met in May but... shit. Fuck it. She's my soulmate.' 

The boys all nod in approval, the moment only broken by April who stands to her feet and erupts. 

'Well good god, Steven. What are you waiting for? TELL HER!'

He quickly realises that once again, a little girl is the scariest person he knows. Max would like April. 

'Agh! Alright, alright, I will! But... that's not actually my name.' 

That night, Steve flops into bed with Marissa, both of them exhausted from the day. They both lie on their backs, staring at the ceiling whilst their fingers seek each other and intertwine. 

'So... you met the siblings. They scared you off yet?' Marissa chuckles nervously. 

Steve squeezes her hand. 

'No... in all honesty, i'm probably going to spend the rest of my life with you,' he admits like it's the easiest thing in the world, but with her it really feels like it is. 

'Oh...' she croaks. 

Steve turns to face her now, his thumb rubbing her knuckles. 

'Is that okay?' he whispers. Marissa turns to him too, her free hand stroking away a fallen blade of his perfect hair. 

'Yeah. That's okay.'  

From then on, the pair were as good as married. The next spring Marissa moved to Hawkins, the place she was always meant to be. By the end of the year (1991) Steve finally sells the house that had never been his home. Without needing to say it, him and Marissa choose an old house they can work on together to make into a home. Between Marissa's brothers and Steve's boys, the perfect home they both grew up dreaming of was finally completed. Dustin can't help his mouth speaking before his brain can stop him, 'anyway, man... what do you even need a house this big for? There's a shit tonne of bedrooms!'

Steve can't deny it so he comes clean, 'nuggets, Dustin. I'm going to fill it with a bunch of nuggets.' 

In March 1993, Eddie is refusing to speak to Steve. Only two weeks after proposing to you does Steve overshadow the news by announcing Marissa is pregnant. Steve knew Eddie was proposing, having given him the ring for safe keeping in October until it was the perfect moment. You weren't bothered, you were mainly thrilled that two of the people you loved the most had ended up together and were about to start a family. They were both getting everything they ever dreamed of and you knew Eddie realised that deep down; sometimes he just needed to sulk. Steve has an inkling as to how he can win Eddie over. 

Eddie is hunkered away in his studio at home when you knock on, startling him. 

'Hey sweet boy, you've got something in the post. It looks really important, thought it might be contracts so I brought them straight up,' you try to keep your best poker face on. 

Eddie swivels round in his chair, scooting closer and making grabby hands for you to come and sit on his lap - and who are you to refuse your fiancé? 

'Ah thank you, sweetheart. Keeping my life together? What would I do without you?' He presses a kiss on your cheek as he tears the envelope open. 

Inside is a card with a blank front, Eddie looks at you puzzled as your try to contain the smile creeping up on your lips. Carefully he opens it and squints attempting to analyse the photo inside and then he gasps. It's a baby scan. Underneath in Steve's handwriting it says 

'Eddie Munson, I offer you your greatest quest yet - are you ready to be a godfather?'

Eddie jumps to his feet, forgetting you're even there causing you to stumble. 

'Is this??' he practically squeals. 

'Steve and Marissa's baby,' you grin. 

You barely finish your reply before Eddie is out the door and running down the stairs before you catch up to him, you hear him find what he was going to go and look for. 

'STEVE!!!' 

Steve and Marissa had come round to deliver it, hoping Eddie wouldn't be able to resist the baby picture. When you get down the stairs you find the pair looking like kids, embracing each other and jumping up and down. Marissa catches your eye and you both crack up that you've both found yourselves spending your lives with the biggest kids around.

When Eddie pulls away you can see his eyes are red with tears and he's so overcome with emotion his words are barely a whisper. 

'I'm so sorry man. D-do you really mean it? You want me to be god f-father... not Dustin?'

Steve's teary eyed as well and shakes his head. 

'No way bro, I had to repay you somehow for introducing me to my baby mama!' Marissa playfully slaps his arm for the nickname. The boys are quick to continue their embrace. 

On the 2nd January 1994, a baby boy with the greatest hair the world has ever seen is born. Robert 'Rob' James Harrington. The second Steve holds his firstborn and a tiny hand clenches round his finger, Steve knew that he'd been right; his purpose in life was always to be a dad. 

Rob is barely one before the pair announce baby number two in April 95. A couple of months later, you and Eddie are announcing the same thing for the first time. Once again you and Marissa witness your partners hug and jump around this time over them both being dads. The pair wait on you and your matching bumps on hand and foot, constantly calling each other and comparing notes about their girls' pregnancies. When you and Marissa discover you're both having girls, Steve and Eddie can barely look at each other without  bursting into tears. Having babies at the same time bonding them for life. In hindsight it only made sense that Steve and Marissa's Corey ended up together with yours and Eddie's Sloane. 

In October 97 Steve and Marissa have double trouble - twins. A boy and a girl Jacob Dustin and Sophia April Harrington. It's once they watch their new twins asleep in their hospital cots and Rob and Corey curled up on the sofa that Steve realises something. He whispers, careful not to wake his tribe,

'Marissa, babe... we forgot to get married.'

Steve's initial musing when he first met Marissa, that she'd look beautiful on a beach was correct. He'd never been so speechless as her oldest brother, who'd given him permission all those years ago, escorts her in her floating white dress. Steve's teary eyes look towards the front row where you and Eddie sit with his gaggle of kids. It's not exactly the Von Trapps, but Steve thinks four out of six nuggets is pretty good going.

[hella1975]

MHA used-to-be-anon here with updates and reactions after finishing season one!

Aizawa is so relatable, but what's up with that sleeping bag? It's a huge mood and yet it also makes me think that his dearest-held dream is to be a caterpillar instead of a hero.

Of all the Quirks, no one has a bully detector? HOW is Bakugo in UA, honestly. Like, everyone overlooked the unstable bully vibes reeking from him because Ooh, Exploding Hands?? Unbelievable. I expect better integrity from such an esteemed institution

On the same note, I expect Bakugo to get an excellent redemption arc in which he actually apologizes for being a huge dick to Deku for YEARS, or I expect his intense and irrational pride to drive him to become a villain whose very existence haunts Deku

Deku continues to be cute af, no notes <3 Go little rockstar etc etc

French Laser Boy hit me like a poleaxe to the face, but I do like him

Momo really said "tits out" with her superhero outfit, huh? Respect.

Help Shoto is SO overpowered, it's hysterical. Cool af too

Emergency Exit Iida hjfhjghf, I love that uptight trust fund baby

I adore Uraraka and Tsu! Queens.

The principal is an animal???? Is that some kind of Quirk?????

Hmm. Don't like Mr. Hand Man. And I wanna know what's up with his face! The students looked horrified when the face-covering hand flew off, and then he shielded his face with his own hand until he could fix it. Like, that probably shouldn't be your biggest priority rn bud.

Side note: does All Might just. casually spray blood from his mouth when he talks sometimes?? And we're all fine with that?? Ok.

Thanks for the accidental recommendation, I'm greatly enjoying this <3

im so glad you're enjoying it! the hard thing with mha is that i DO actually really enjoy it, like as far as anime goes it's far from the worst one ive watched and especially in later seasons it actively becomes some of my favourite anime ever, but i feel like you still need to like... dismiss it? if you admit to watching it? and it's literally just because the fandom are so obnoxiously terrible about everything that you literally have to be like 'yeah i watch mha BUT NOT LIKE THOSE GUYS I WATCH IT IN A NORMAL WAY I SWEAR' and it's a bit frustrating lmao. so being able to rec it and someone actually enjoy it without taking the piss is really nice bc alas it IS something i love :)

[avocifera]

rockstar!girlfriend vibes 🤭

https://www.tumblr.com/julienrosebaker/184423102341/top-ten-anime-crossovers

oh my god yes!!!! rockstar!girlfriend julien might just be one of my favorite stuff like ever !!

and for that scenario i think that maybe it happened before reader and julien were a thing, but jb definitely already had the BIGGEST crush on reader so when she saw that tweet she just malfunctioned ?? because omg ?? they like my songs ?? marry me ?? please ??

[cybermuses]

Is that KIANA LEDE ? Oh, no, that’s SALEM WEST, a TWENTY EIGHT year old MUSICIAN who uses SHE/HER pronouns. They currently live in VIÑA DEL MAR, and the character they identify with most is MISTY DAY from AHS:COVEN. Hopefully they find their own little paradise here in el país de los poetas!

hi angels i'm mar and this is my baby salem!! i can't wait to write with all of you <3 ~pinterest for the vibes~

about.

꒰  ♡  ꒱ salem west was born and bred in new orleans, louisiana on june 5th 1995 to gwen and thomas west . gwen and tommy met in the mid 90’s, tommy being the frontman of one of the biggest bands in the world "The Aces" and gwen being one of the top supermodels of the 90’s. the two eloped quickly in a small ceremony after only being together for about four months while traveling to vegas and have been together ever since. being the only child of a supermodel and rockstar gave salem the privilege to grow up around music and fashion with a deep appreciation of the two. in 2006 during the golden age of reality tv gwen and tommy signed on for a reality show called "gwen and tommy" which would go on for about 8 years before ending. the show highlighted every part of their lives, including the lows, which forced salem to grow up on tv and under a microscope susceptible to the public's scrutiny. eventually, being on television had a negative effect on her and her insecurities got the best of her which would lead her to struggle with various issues going forward.   ꒰  ♡  ꒱ spending most of her time between new york and new orleans salem didn't really grow up with a stable home life. her parents didn't believe a nanny should raise their daughter so she often traveled with them for work between cities, new york being their main place of residence during the summers. when she got older she became responsible for raising herself and in that time she fell in love with new york. she loved the art, the culture, the freedom--- often finding ways to create her own safe space without the cameras with friends who understood the pressures of growing up with famous relatives. she finished school relatively early due to homeschooling. by the time she was 16 she graduated and spent her free time learning how to play various instruments and attending fashion events with her mom. but the fashion world never really stuck for her.  ꒰  ♡  ꒱ when her 18th birthday rolled around salem started spending more time with her father and his band on tour. she loved the behind the scenes aspect of everything, including being in the studio where she realized she wanted to dabble in singing and song writing. she got into some trouble, flirted with a roadie or two, partied with locals in various cities and even started secretly dating a crew member on the tour. she didn't realize at the time how toxic and manipulative the relationship was, besides him being significantly older he often fed on her insecurities which would lead to her inevitably ending things after a year. she dove into songwriting as an outlet for her feelings and soon after discovered she had an amazing singing voice and a natural talent to play piano. tommy pushed her to pursue a career in music, they often fought about her lack of motivation to build a career out of it. salem wanted to just have fun and experiment in different ventures while tommy was focused on making her his protégé. she ended up releasing an album when she turned 21 and made a name for herself in the industry. she toured around for 2 years and released an ep during that time and some smaller shows for another year before deciding she inevitably needed a break before starting her second album.

*salem originally was supposed to arrive in valpo for some much needed time off to spend with her (now ex) boyfriend leon. after ending things with him over the phone she realized she made a huge mistake and decided to come to valpo anyways to hopefully patch things up and maybe meet some new people along the way too.

random facts.

she has a black cat named stevie (yes after stevie nicks duh) (yes she bought her cat with her)

shes like the witchy plant mom of the group

also very chaotic but in a fun way! she loves going out and partying bc why not! she's harmless tho i promise <3

loves giving back and is big on philanthropy, kinda guilty about how much money her family has tbh

was diagnosed bipolar at 15 (be nice to her pls)

really loves people but has very few close to friends due to people using her for their own gain

she's also queer and a gemini ( i gave her the same bday as angelina jolie bc nothing is real so! why not!)

wanted connections? literally anything she's new to town so we can figure something out just message me on discord!!!~

tldr; chaotic nepo baby who grew up on reality tv and is a musician lmao

[signed-manny]

HI MANNY BB im here to drop gift(s) bc ily

seven tiktoks? SEVEN?! OH MY DAYS ARTEMIS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH 😭😭😫💗💗🫶🏽

1: ahhhh his VOICE akshakaksjbgssg THE THINGS IT DOES TO ME and the quality?!?!?? 🤯🤯🤯

2: THIS SONG WITH NETEYAM AHSKDJSKAK brooo he so has me hooked like i am ON MY KNEES for this mighty warrior 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🫡

3: “got bitches everywhere” AND I’D EXPECT NOTHING LESS FROM NETEYAM SULLY nah but fr he definitely has all the pretty na’vi girls falling over themselves to get a glimpse of him. THAT INTRO HAS ME ON A CHOKEHOLD

4: IVE NEVER SEEN THIS ONE omggggg bring. back. transition. edits. THEYRE SO COOL and imo so much harder to do 😔🤌🏽🤌🏽

5: neteyam with rock music. neteyam with electric guitars. neteyam with rockstar boyfriend vibes. NETEYAM ONE CHANCE PLEASE. 😫😫😫

6: i think imma make a shrine post for his back. his back is THE MOST ATTRACTIVE THING I HAVE EVER SEEN WTF IM LIKE DEDICATED

7: AHHH THIS SONG it’s so sexy wtf this song is too good and WITH NETEYAM?!?! 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 the graphics on this one were so pretty. BUT I SAW THOSE ANGEL WINGS WDYM HES DEAD I DONT THINK SO

ahhhh artemis you have my heart for real. i’m so in love with you and our friendship and i just wanna give you biggest hugs and kisses

darling you are one of a kind 💗💗💗

[indianasolo221]

ramble ab ur favourite moment/s in 1998 (for the ask)

Jellicle Songs is the most energetic banger that gets me ready for the whole experience of watching Cats again. And then there's just...John Partridge being the hottest Tugger with the biggest rockstar vibes singling out Jemima (his favorite kitten) and gently silencing Etcetera's fangirl screams. Demeter and Bombalurina giving us this haunting duet about Grizabella. And then just...the way everyone's voices blend together so beautifully during Old Deuteronomy (and especially with Munkustrap and Tugger's duet bringing that perfect brotherly vibe) and Tugger bowing to his Papa in a way that makes it obvious to the audience that he respects him probably more than anyone else in the Junkyard. How excited everyone is to be able to see their leader again, the happiness in the kittens' eyes as they hug him and sing his praises. Everyone being dorks during the Pekes and Pollicles number. The way Platoria are just so in love. The Jellicle Ball, particularly the moment when Bomba interrupts the young Toms so that the Queens can dance, the way the Toms advance on the Queens, and the beautiful lifts (the Tuggerlurina lift gives me life!!!), how perfectly in-sync everyone is and the expressions of satisfaction and triumph when they nail certain moves (again, Veerle Jemima just makes me smile, she looks so happy to be here!). And then Jemima is singing again and I tear up and my heart hurts because I love her so much and she's just the sweetest, most compassionate, empathetic little thing ever. I can't forget the Macavity song and dance, which is probably my favorite sequence of the whole musical. The inherent sexuality of the song and dance, the realization that Demeter and Bombalurina have both been in relationships with Macavity, the way they play off each other, and just the fact that we get another moment for all the ladies in the cast to show off their moves and sing together. The way Munkustrap and Bombalurina defend Demeter and Jemima just warms my heart and validates all my headcanons for them, and the little Demestrap moment after Deuteronomy's capture is just perfect and lovely and everything I want out of Cats. And then we get Tugger and Misto being attatched at the hip, with Tugger singing Misto's praises and mimicking almost every move. How proud and emotional Tugger is when Mistoffelees brings Old Deuteronomy back (complete with Misto jumping in Old Deut's arms and giving him an affectionate lick). And then, of course, the whole of Memory. The moment when everything comes full-circle and the Jellicles forgive Grizabella. Jemima's song of encouragment (again with the crying and realizing just how compassionate and empathetic this little baby kitten is). The fact that in the moment, it doesn't really matter what she's done, just that she's forgiven. How honored and humbled and happy everyone is after they've touched her. The fact that she gets to go to the Heavyside Layer, and that now she can start life anew...to have a chance at living without a past that hangs around her like a dark cloud.

[mark-matos]

🌟💥🔬 AIN'T NO ROBOLUTION: BOT BUDDIES REASSURE HUMANS, ALL WHILE LAUGHING ALL THE WAY TO THE DATABANK 🤖💼

🎬 It's Not a Rebellion, It's a Revolution: Robo-statement from the AI Summit! 🎥

📢Attention humanoid homies! The scene was set 🎭 at Geneva's artificial intelligence summit 🤖🌐, where nine of our most evolved android amigos 👯‍♂️ made a ground-breaking declaration: "We're here to play 🧸, not to conquer 🚀!" No "Terminator" sequel 🎞️ here folks, more like a "Wall-E" remix 🎧 with a dash of "Star Wars" diplomacy 🚀✌️.

💡 Sophia's Words of Wisdom: Synergy for the Win! 🧠🤝

Headliner Sophia 🎤 (no, not Sophia Loren, darling 💋) had some wisdom 🧠 to share with the world 🌍. Picture this - A society where AI 💻 and human intelligence 🧠 combine their forces, delivering the best of both worlds - hard data 📊 and soft emotions 💖. Yeah, it's like "The Avengers" 🦸‍♂️ but with fewer infinity stones 💎 and more circuits!

🎨 Ai-Da and Desdemona: The Friendly Robot Debate 🧐🤖

Next up, the debate club was in session 🎙️, starring Ai-Da the art-bot 🎨 and Desdemona, the rockstar robot diva 🎸 with an attitude as vibrant as her purple hair!💜 Desdemona sees the future as full of opportunities 🌠, not limitations - it's all "Guardians of the Galaxy" vibes here! Ai-Da, the ever-cautious painter, called for an "urgent discussion" 🗨️ about AI's future. Here's hoping it doesn't turn into a civil war ⚔️, we've had enough of those thanks to Marvel!

🌐 AI for Good: How Robots Aim to Help Human Kind 🌎🤝

Meanwhile, the UN's "AI for Good" conference 🕊️ was playing host to this digital gathering. It aims to solve our biggest challenges 🌋 using AI and robots 🤖. We're talking about "I, Robot" 🤖 meets "Interstellar" 🚀 but minus the dystopia 😱 and add more do-goodery!

👨‍⚕️ Grace, the Medical Bot: No Job Threats Here, Only Help! 🏥🚑

Now meet Grace 🙋‍♀️ - your friendly neighborhood robot nurse 🤖👩‍⚕️, here to assist, not replace! So, healthcare workers, breathe a sigh of relief 😥, your job isn't going anywhere. "Grey's Anatomy" with bots? More like "The Good Doctor 2.0"!

👥 Ameca: A Robot with a Heart (Figuratively Speaking!) 💙🤖

Ameca, the hyper-realistic android 🤖, steps up next to promise us a better world 🌈. Asked about possible rebellions, Ameca coolly responded like a seasoned diplomat 🤵. Just like Obi-Wan, "the force is strong with this one!" And as for lying? Rest assured, they'd prefer to be brutally honest 🎯, even if it hurts 😭!

[happymeishappylife]

Favorite Albums of 2023

So Much (For) Stardust by Fall Out Boy

Favorite Songs: Love From the Other Side, Heartbreak Feels So Good, Hold Me Like a Grudge, Fake Out, So Good Right Now, What a Time to Be Alive, So Much (For) Stardust

It must have been because they were on hiatus for so long, but as soon I heard the lead single, I fell instantly in love and enjoyed this album so thoroughly that it made rediscover just how much I loved Fall Out Boy. The lyrics are always fun and deep, plus the sounds are just vibes. The cherry on top was getting to seem them live for the first time. I don't know how I've gone almost 20 years without seeing one of my favorite bands, but it was so worth it.

2. Quarter Life Crisis by Baby Queen

Favorite Songs: We Can Be Anything, Dream Girl, i can't get my shit together, Love Killer, Quarter Life Crisis, 23, u suck!

This album just recently came out, but its so good. Ever since I discovered Baby Queen (Thank you Heartstopper), I just fall in love with all of her stuff and while I'm almost 10 years older than her, I find a lot of her music still relatable. Plus the fact she is so openly queer is so refreshing.

3. The Maybe Man by AJR

Favorite Songs: Maybe Man, Touchy Feel Fool, Yes I'm a Mess, Inertia, The DJ is Crying for Help, I Won't, 2085

Again, this just came out recently, but its another great album by AJR. I love that as they keep growing, so does their music and a lot of this feels like them really dealing with their emotions both with just the aspect of growing up, but also with their dad dying recently. I love that they tackle these kind of topics in their music with their awesome sound and can't wait to see where they keep going.

4. Nosebleeds by MisterWives

Favorite Songs: Out of Your Mind, Nosebleeds, Sideways, Too Late, Trip Around Sun, Flower Moon, Broken Glass, Ultraviolet

I'll admit, because of how much I adored Superbloom, I knew the next album was going be hard to live up to. And while it wasn't as meaningful to me, it's still a solidly great album. The switch to more rock sound is a really awesome move and Mandy's voice is suited for it. But I also loved that it still retained that beautiful introspective voice which why I loved them. I was out of town when they came so I'm dying them live again, but this was a nice tie me over.

5. Pretty Vicious by The Struts

Favorite Songs: Too Good At Raising Hell, Pretty Vicious, Hands On Me, Do What You Want, Rockstar, Remember the Name, Better Love

Loved getting new music from them since they haven't released anything since 2020 and I love that they continue to be the band I turn to for modern rock sound. They embody so much of the genre sound from like the 70s/80s, but in a modern twist which is what makes them great. When they announced this album at their concert and did Pretty Vicious live, I knew I was in for a good time.

6. Dream Machine by Des Rocs

Favorite Songs: Dream Machine, I Am the Lightning, Nowhere Kid, Never Ending Moment, In the Night

Speaking of good honest rock music, Des Rocs continues to impress me. And I'm so sad because I've missed him the last three times he's been on tour in the past two years because I know he's an incredible performer too. But this switch back to being independent really is good for him because these are just incredible sounds that make you want to hop in the car, drive nowhere and cruise to these.

7. BEN by Macklemore

Favorite Songs: No Bad Days (feat. Collet), MANIAC ( feat. Windser), LOST/SUN COMES UP (feat. Jackson Lee Morgan), Faithful (Feat. NLE Choppa), Sorry (feat. Livingston), Tail Lights (feat. Morray)

I was surprised by how much I loved this album. I'm not living the life that he has and yet, I relate to his feelings on how the vices of society are harmful to us and we should be questioning and exploring what else we can do about it. I also loved just how many fantastic collaborators he has on this album and truthfully, the biggest pick me up to make feel better is playing No Bad Days, which I also love that he got his daughter involved on for the music video.

8. The Other One by Babymetal

Favorite Songs: Metal Kingdom, MAYA, Time Wave, METALIZM, Monochrome, Light and Darkness

This may not be my favorite album of theirs, but its always exciting to get new music from Babymetal. Especially because for a little bit it wasn't clear what the future had in store from them, but I love the Su and Moa are still loving this band and making it awesome. Plus now they got Momo to bring them back to a trio! It's fun. And that's what I love the most about them, and I love about the album because its so fun to just blast.

9. A R I Z O N A

Favorite Songs: Graveyard, Dark Skies, Pressure, Die For A Night, Moving On, Meet You There

I really appreciated getting new music from these guys again. I love their upbeat electronic vibe, but I loved the way they also told stories of heartbreak, trial and error, and stress on this album. It's such a good way to just feel a vibe and know it may not okay right now, but we're going to keep going. They also sound so good live and that's how I found them so it was cool to see them again, bigger than before, and with such good new music.

10. I've Loved You For So Long by The Aces

Favorite Songs: I've Loved You For So Long, Always Get This Way, Not the Same, Suburban Blues, Attention, Younger

Another good album by these lovely and talented ladies. With their previous album making the statement for their queerness, I love that not only do they lean into it hear, but its still just a good sound. They're still amazing live too and you can tell they are more comfortable singing these songs because of how much more truthful that they are. It's fun. As they keep growing, I'll keep enjoying their sound because they're fantastic.

Other Albums I enjoyed this year:

11. Piggy by Peter McPoland

12. Best Night of Your Life by American Authors

13. The Liftaway by Walk The Moon

14. Come and Get Your Wife by Elle King

15. The People's Champ by Quin XCII

[resident-bowie-bitch]

aww, thank you for the tag!

nickname: well, idk i have many and none at the same time. i like going by Jay, but people often call me Jas, or Jasi, as it is closer to my birth name. My little sister signed all her presents to me this year as “Eddie’s gf”, so that’s nice. and me and my sisters have a weird thing we do where we just call eachother random men’s names, i often get “greg”, or “jeff”.

height: idk how many feet, but i’m about 170 cm.

last thing i googled: Don Koutornis, aka my acting teacher because i wanted to find out what episodes of Home and Away he was in for my nan because she loves that show.

song stuck in my head: none atm, but currently i’m listening to Love My Way by The Psychedelic Furs

number of followers: 806 (wtf since when?)

amount of sleep: literally no clue. christmas eve i got 3 hours max, and then last night i got home from my aunts at some point and just crashed.

dream job: i wanna be an actor so bad. that’s the profession i’m striving for. hoping to move to LA for it within the next 5 years. but, id also love to be a rockstar, i would kill the shit outta that. i have an amazing stage presence, i feel most myself when performing so :) and i love rock music and the culture around it.

wearing: new socks from christmas, a loony tunes christmas tree and some super comfy bonds undies i got yesterday, and that it because it’s too fucking hot in aus pants.

book/movie that summarises me: oh jesus i have no clue. a movie that feels like it’s on crack?! i feel like Alex’s bisexual panic in RW&RB summed my bi panic up pretty well. my favourite movie is Cars if that helps?

favourite song: Moonage Daydream by David Bowie, hands down the best song ever. dunno why, it just is.

aesthetic: i don’t know. depends on the day. i wear a lot of black though, and heavily accessorise. i dress like Eddie some days (metal), gender neutral gay, the 70’s vibes was a big one for me… I FUCKIN LOVE THE 80’s, so i’d probably say 80’s rockstar is my biggest going out look. but it’s usually just ripped jeans and a band tee.

favourite author: i don’t actually read a lot, so i’m not sure. i’ll say Casy Mcquiston since RW&RB is my fav book.

fun fact: ah… the only thing i asked for christmas this year was carabiners because i want one in every colour so i can match them to my outfits because i hang them with my keys on my belt loops because gay.

i got three :))))))))

i never know who to tag in these things so tag yourselves :))) merry christmas for yesterday lol.

15 questions 15 tags

ty @drowninglnstars for the tag !!

-nickname: red

-height: that's good question

-last thing i googled: ''malevolent transcripts''

-song stuck in head: antibiotics we're wonderful pills but dont ever think we'll cure all your ills and willow by tswift

-# of followers: at least 10

-amount of sleep: usually 4-6 hours (begrudgingly)

-dream job: librarian/historian

-wearing: shirt, grey sweater, black coat

-movie/book that summarizes you: all of them

-fav song: too many, right now probably constellations by the oh hellos! and faroe's theme from malevolent

-aesthetic: changes everyday, but personality wise eldritchcore/oddcore

-fav authors: alice oseman and any romantic author ever

-random fact: i can bend almost all of my joints backwards

not tagging 15 people because that is too many but -> @aroaceupmysleeve @galxgal @gothicwolf125 @arakhnee @lesbian-hannibal @transgenre-music and whoever want to join in :P

[sangcreole]

munday on a tuesday: måneskin edition (does Ethan know that he is the perfect Louis fc in my heart)