#my interest in 80s rockstars is showing

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Smut with Vince where he starts his own adult magazine and he chooses the reader as his first cover. The first cover becomes a success so Vince invites her to his office to “discuss things” 💋😈

Hii sorry it’s late

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warnings: *smut* *p in v* *reader is a model* *come play* *oral sex* *m receiving* *voyeurism* *exhibitionism* *daddy kink* *spanking kink* *cussing* *being gagged* *horny Vince* *horny reader*

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In 1989 Vince started an adult magazine. It was like Playboy but it was the product of a rockstar. It was called Rockstar Mania. He loves women. He loves Playboy and he wanted to start a magazine but with more kinkier and rockstar-inspired outfits. He also wanted it to appeal to rock fans. He also wanted to do something cowboy-related once in a while since he loved the whole style. You were a model trying to kickstart your career in the late 80s. You wanted to be a model so bad. Pamela Anderson and Anna Nicole Smith were your inspirations. You looked a lot like them. You were walking into a store grocery shopping for the week and you saw Vince's face on the magazine. It had him and it said “Anyone interested in being a model for the lead singer of Motley  Crue's new adult magazine can send their pictures to this address. Please include your name and phone number.” You picked the magazine up. You bought your groceries and drove home. You got your set of lingerie out and dressed up. You invited your photographer for pictures. He was your photographer and since you were a model and needed to send pictures in for agents you hired him. He snapped a couple of shots of you in a pose. He showed them to you.

“These are perfect. Thank You!” You say to the photographer.

You put the pictures into an envelope of where you wanted to send the pictures. You put the address on and waited patiently for a couple of weeks. Vince was busy looking for the perfect model for his first magazine. He wanted a perfect front cover. There were thousands of envelopes he had left to open. All of them were good but they weren't amazing or perfect. He needed to find the perfect woman for his front cover so people would buy them. He was looking and looking. He opened the envelope you sent to him. 

“I want her for the magazine.” He says out loud to the people helping him with the magazine.

“She's a newbie,” the person said looking at the information you wrote down.

“So?” Vince asked. 

“It would be better if she had the experience that way she wouldn't waste time,” He said.

“I don't care, I love her pictures. She is the best one out of all of them. She is going to be on the front of my magazine.” Vince said, putting the pictures down. 

He went over to the phone with the slip of papers your information was written on. He looked at the paper punching all the numbers in on the phone. It was ringing. He heard you answering the phone.

“Hi I’m Vince,” He said, trying to talk to you.

“You wrote your name Y/N on the example pictures you sent in. Is your name right?” He asked you.

“Yep, that's me.” You said.

“I love your pictures and I chose you to be the model on the front page. Are you up for it?” He asked you.

“Yeah. Definitely” You are trying to sound casual and not excited. 

You finally got your first job. Your first model job. You did it!

“Yeah the photoshoot for it will be on the 20th of this month,”  Vince said as he explained everything to you.

“See you then! Also, I will call and tell you the location of the photoshoot soon!” He said.

The next day rolled around it was the 18th of this month. You were excited about it. You were thinking about being the cover of the Rockstars Mania. He called when you thought about him.

“Hi, I was just thinking about you.” You said to Vince.

“You will be on the cover of the magazine and the inside of it too” He explained.

“Also wanted to let you know the address for tomorrow and the time.” He said.

You rushed to go grab a notepad. He told you the address and time you wrote both of them down.

“Thank You, Vince. See you tomorrow.” You said.

Tomorrow arrived and you got ready and went down to the address. It was a nice professional building. You went to the front desk.

“Hi, I'm here to see Vince Neil.” You tell the receptionist.

“Ah yes, he is in room 134 on the 3rd floor. You're here for the photo shoot right?” She asked you.

“Yes.” You said.

“Okay, He said you could come up. Also, the third floor is filled with rooms where different sets are sometimes redo sets so they look different for the photos. You will take pictures in different outfits in all the rooms” She explains.

“Thank You!” You say to the nice receptionist.

You make your way up to Vince's office. You knock on the door and you enter. Vince opens the door. “Hi,” He says.

“Okay we have to get started right away,” Vince said showing you what you would wear and how your makeup was going to be done. It takes everything to be done in 8 hours. It was tiring but it was fun. The makeup artists did your makeup making it natural. The hair stylists put your hair down and make it look slightly wet to give you a fresh look. Vince had already picked out what you would wear. You started immediately after your clothes, hair, and makeup were done. He took you to the next room and said you could do whatever positions you wanted to do. You were in a lot of lewd positions and every hour they kept changing your outfits and hair and makeup for different backgrounds in all the different rooms. After 6 different looks and 70 photos, the photographer gathered of you. He let you choose what photo of you you wanted on the cover of his first magazine. He decided all the ones that would be on the inside  You decided with the one where you wore white silky lingerie with white fluff bands at the hands and the bottom of it. The bed you took photos in was round and it was covered with real white silk. You were in a crawling position with your hair flying out and your face looking straight like a professional model. It took about a month for him to put the whole magazine together. He told you he would publish it as soon as it was done being edited and put together. On the day of his publishing, it arrived. The magazine went viral within 4 hours of its release. It was sold out and considered rare after a couple of days. Vince had made around 500 copies hoping they would be sold out so he could make more of the same copies. He decided to make more and more copies of different ones with you in them because he loved the way the pictures turned out in the first one. People kept calling Vince. They said they wanted you to model for them. Vince called you inviting you over to his office again.

“Hi, Vince. What's up?” You asked. 

“I wanted to discuss something in my office. I wanted you to model for my other magazines. But it won't be today.” He says.

“Okay. I'll be down there soon” You say.

You went walking to his office. You find him sitting in his chair. You saw more lingerie assuming it was for future photoshoots.

“Hi Y/N” Vince smirks.

“Hi Vince,” You say.

“Is all that lingerie for future photoshoots?” You ask him.

“Well one of them is for right now” Vince declares.

“Right now?” You say.

“Give me a striptease baby,” He says straight to your face.

You blush and then smirk.

“Sure thing Daddy” You whisper to his ear.

“Change of plans, get on your knees and suck my dick,” He says. 

“Oh my looks like Daddy wants to do so many things to me,” You say smirking.

“No talking back,” He says as he spanks your ass.

He undoes his belt and lets his pants fall on his own. He pulls you by your hair and pushes you on your knees. You take the tip of cock in your mouth while your tongue swirls around his whole cock. You take the whole thing and start to move up and down. You're careful with your teeth so you don't hurt him in an accident. You start to slide your mouth up and down his cock faster trying to get him to come in your mouth.

“Oh, it looks like somebody’s thirsty for me. Isn't that right?” He asks you to hold your head while the sounds of small grunts and moans escape his mouth.

You nod your head trying to focus on his cock. As soon as he is about to come the receptionists walk in trying to talk about plans for the magazine. You hear her footsteps but you can't turn your head to see who it is. You can't let go of his cock. She gasps as she watches you suck his cock. She is enjoying the sight. It makes the receptionist wet but she leaves trying to pretend nothing happened. She didn't want to get horny at her place of work.

“Shit, I forgot to lock my door.” He moans as he finally comes into your mouth. His warm seed travels down your throat as you take it all in.

“Vince I want you to fuck me” You whine.

He turns you around over at his desk. You lean on the edge and the legs of his desk as he takes your skirt off. He puts your skirt and your panties on his chair. He makes sure to lock the door. Before he does anything. You wait patiently against his desk.

“Daddy hurry up” You whine.

“First I'm punishing you for being a brat.” He says as he smacks your ass dozens of times. “Daddy fuck me already” You beg. 

He can see your pussy quivering each time his hand strokes your ass harshly. He eventually stops and his fingers start to stroke your clit a few times feeling how wet you were. You let out small whimpers.

“Don’t make any noise” He said as he stuffed his soft cock inside of you.

“Fuck” You moan trying to be quiet.

He starts to quickly thrust inside of you. He wasn't being nice about it. His hands were digging into your hips as he kept thrusting in and out. “Vince” You cry out. 

Mid fucking Vince put a piece of cloth in your mouth. It was like he kidnapped you. 

“Y/N Hurry up and come already,” He said as he kept thrusting inside of you.

Once he said his words you felt your orgasm take over you. Your head was pushed back by Vince and you felt cold against the wooden desk. Your legs started to shake. He supported your body with his hands on your hips. “Oh Vince” You moan through the gag.

He felt your warm juice on his cock and he pulled out. Both of you were catching your breath. Your small moans and sighs could be heard by other people walking nearby.

“That was beautiful. I’d love to work for you again Daddy.” You say smiling kissing him on his lips.

He winks at you when you say “I’d love to work for you again Daddy”. He helps you dress up. You walked out of his room with everyone on the third floor staring at you. You walk out of his office building to your car. You fix your hair while you walk down. People watch you leave. Vince's assistant entered his office room and saw the mess. He saw the scratches you left on his wooden desk.

[cutielando]

so I just saw the sleep token themed smau you did and it gave me an idea: reader is the daughter of a big new wave rockstar from the 80s (like someone from INXS or Duran Duran), and she’s started dating a driver (Alex or Mick) and now there’s a whole generation of fans who are like ‘her dad is who??? in what band???’

I just thought it could be neat, seeing two of my special interests merge like that lmao god I love the eighties-

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y/n.rhodes Thank you mercedesamgf1 for having me!❤️ Such a fun weekend!!

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mercedesamgf1 It was a pleasure having you with us for the weekend!❤️

user1 UMMMM????

user2 since when does she go to races?

landonorris such a shame you didn’t wear the papaya shirt i gave you

y/n.rhodes next time, i promise !!!!

landonorris hmmm, okay. mclaren do your thing

mclaren On it! 🫡

lilymhe you’re gorgeous babe 😍😍

y/n.rhodes have you seen yourself???😭❤️

alex_albon please don’t flirt with my girlfriend

y/n.rhodes you can’t stop us now. she’s OUR girlfriend

lilymhe sorry babe

alex_albon ???

zendaya i miss you girl !!!

y/n.rhodes i miss you too !!!!

user3 she is such an icon

user4 we should be grateful to be living in the same era as her

user3 for realllll

user4 i wanna be her so badly😭😭

lewishamilton it was a pleasure meeting you🥂

y/n.rhodes likewise, Sir Hamilton 😮‍💨

lewishamilton i told you not to call me that

y/n.rhodes i must have not heard you, loud garage you see

mickschumacher had a lovely time!❤️

y/n.rhodes so did i❤️

iMessage

sir lewis

hey y/n

y/n

hello sir hamilton

sir lewis

😐woman

y/n

okay sorry sorry

what’s up

sir lewis

what’s the deal with you and Mick?

y/n

what do you mean?

sir lewis

all the flirting in the garage

the comments

what’s going on?

do you have a crush?😉😉😉

y/n

we’re just friends

nothing is going on

sir lewis

are you sure?😌😌

y/n

yes lol

sir lewis

i don’t believe you, but okayyyy

y/n🩵

lewis is onto us

mickie🩵

what?

how?

y/n🩵

unmmm

the comment?????

maybe because we flirted in the garage?

he’s convinced we have crushes on each other

mickie🩵

fuck

what do you want to do?

y/n🩵

i mean

we can just go with the flow

just show up together and that would be it

mickie🩵

are you sure?

we don’t have to

y/n🩵

it’s okay, i wanna

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mickschumacher great weekend, time to recharge

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mercedesamgf1 Hope you enjoy your time off ;)

mickschumacher thank you admin :))

georgerussell63 very nice pictures, mate

mickschumacher thank you, i have a talented photographer

georgerussell63 i'm sure you do ;)

estebanocon you went on holiday without me? :(

mickschumacher i had to :( i didn't have a choice

estebanocon you always have a choice

mickschumacher no, he doesn't - the missus

estebanocon sorry ma'am, i take it back

user1 Mick having a girlfriend was not on my bingo card for this year

user2 I need to know who his girlfriend is like YESTERDAY

user3 I might know who she is

user4 BESTIE???????? SPILL

user3 I might be completely wrong and off-track but I believe it might be Y/N Rhodes

user3 isn't she the girl who visited the garage a couple of weeks back?

user4 Yes. She's the daughter of Nick Rhodes, a member of the band Duran Duran

user5 MICK BAGGED A GIRL???

y/n.rhodes those are some very nice pictures, mr. schumacher

mickschumacher i have a very good photographer who took them for me

y/n.rhodes you'll have to introduce them to me, they seem very good at what they do

user5 I wanna be on vacation with him too :(((

user6 NOBODY MOVE, MICKIE HAS A GF

user7 this explains his impressive drive a couple of weeks back

lewishamilton interesting turn of events

mickschumacher i don't know what you're talking about

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y/n.rhodes i like the view tagged: mickschumacher

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lewishamilton I KNEW IT

y/n.rhodes nostradamus, congratulations

lewishamilton don't mock your seniors

mickschumacher 🩵

y/n.rhodes 🩵

mercedesamgf1 Thank you Y/N for being our lucky charm from here on out! 🩵

y/n.rhodes always a pleasure 🩵🩵

user1 MICK AND Y/N?????

user2 this took me completely by surprise

user3 I TOLD YOU GUYS I KNEW IT

estebanocon finally

mickschumacher :)

y/n.rhodes thank you for keeping quiet, estie bestie

estebanocon i told you not to call me that

y/n.rhodes sucks to suck

user4 Y/N seems like such a menace and I'm here for it

user5 mickschumacher did you meet Nick?

mickschumacher i did

user6 HOW WAS IT?????

mickschumacher intimidating, but we get along great

y/n.rhodes my dad loves him, he's a sucker for blondes

user7 DAMN Y/N

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Hurt Me

Written for the @steddiemicrofic November prompt ‘guard’ | WC target: 532 | Rating: M | CW: hurt/no comfort, angst, mentions of sex, feelings denial, self-sabotage | Tags: rockstar!Eddie Munson, personal assistant!Steve Harrington, top!Eddie Munson, bottom!Steve Harrington, shameless use of pop song lyrics 

He’s done the right thing. He’s sure of it. If Eddie’s learned anything from a life on the road it’s that he needs to guard his heart. There’s no room for messy things like feelings, emotions, anything even resembling love.

And that’s definitely not what they had. Absolutely not. Not by a long way. Whatever he and Steve had was strictly business. 

Until it wasn’t… 

So what if they happened to cross paths when Eddie swung by Hawkins on a break from touring, and he realized Steve wasn't that douche from High School anymore, he was actually a good dude. 

Or that Steve ended up being the best Personal Assistant Eddie’d ever had. Or that he became the best friend Eddie’d ever had.

And so what if they started hooking up after shows, they were just purging adrenalin, right? And then between shows, then after meetings, then before meetings…

So what if Steve sometimes stays the night - it’s just easier to get to whatever thing they have the next day. Or that they shared a hotel room that time - they had a lot of prep to do and it just made sense to stay close so they could work. 

So what if Eddie’s disappointed every time they get back to the big city where they have their own places. Where Eddie can get Steve on the phone anytime, sure, but where that’s not enough anymore.

So what if, when he slides into Steve’s tight warmth and he whimpers into the pillows, it stirs something inside Eddie. Or, when he gazes into those molten caramel eyes, he searches for flecks of forest green that he’s convinced nobody else has ever seen. So what if, for years, it’s the closest thing he’s felt to being anything resembling… complete.

So what if Steve’s the first person he’d consider letting top him since that awful encounter he had years ago. So what if he wants to ask him if he would.

None of it means anything. It doesn’t.

Just like it doesn’t mean anything now, when Eddie’s dressing for yet another interview and going through his dresser looking for the perfect ripped black tee out of the hundreds he now owns. Absolutely not looking for the one Steve picked out for him that time for a photoshoot, telling him it was the hottest he’d ever looked.

He’s definitely not overthinking how he broke things off, bitchily yelling at Steve to go back to Indiana because,

“The rockstar life doesn’t suit you, dude.”

Or how Steve retorted,

“Have you ever considered that by pushing people away, the only thing you’re guarding yourself from is happiness?”

So what if Eddie sits and weeps, amongst piles of black leather and satin and chains, and tells himself,

“So what? I'm still a rock star, I've got my rock moves. And I don't need Steve. And guess what? I'm having more fun now that we're done.”

He snuffles and wipes snot from his nose with the heel of his hand.

“I'm gonna show him tonight. I'm alright, I'm just fine. And he’s a tool. And I don't want Steve tonight.”

He’s done the right thing. He’s sure of it…

Thanks so much for reading! There’s more Steddie minifics on my masterlist, if you’re interested (and I promise the majority are happier than this one 😆)

A/N2: This gets added to the list entitled Times I Wrote Something & Made Myself Cry. I’m so sorry… Also, what is this obsession I apparently have with SteddiexP!nk lyrics? IDK, if you work it out LMK 😆 Also, props to @morningberriesao3 for the idea of an ‘awful encounter’, I hope this doesn’t count as plagiarism but if it does LMK and I’ll totally change it! 🙏

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[tobbesdiscordkitten]

How did Pamela manning, Adriana and barbie meet Gnr they’re so lucky

I’m glad you asked because I learned today that Pamela Manning was Barbi Von Greif’s ROOMMATE and they were the ones who were gonna make their own band called Rocket Queen.

Pamela Manning

I’ve also heard Barbi was a stripper, as well as Adriana Smith, so the three might’ve worked at the same strip club and got acquainted. It’s interesting how the universe works - you meet new people for a particular reason in order to achieve a certain destiny. Then once the band came along…the ladies were set in stone.

In 2014, Pamela did an interview and she discussed what her experience as a dance girl for GNR entailed while recounting her relationship with Izzy, and her friendship between Axl and Steven Adler:

“Well, I had been dancing with Guns N' Roses on stage even before Guns N' Roses. I came out in a cute outfit, it had guns on them, some cute cut-off jeans, and a cowboy hat. Axl had chaps where his butt would hang out the back. It was like playing house to me but we played rock star; it was all about music, how cool you can look. It also was a shock factor back in the 80's - anything to get attention.

If that meant being wild and crazy on stage, well, that is what you got! And, so, when I was on stage, I had a blast with the band; our energy was magic! We would feed off each others’ energy, yet we would all be in sync with each other. It was so automatic, the music was the main energy. You tap into that stream and you got Guns N’ Roses: that is what fed the audience, the energy that went with the band. After the show, we would talk about how the audience’s reaction was.

Pamela Manning and Axl Rose at the Whisky a Go Go (1986)

I am also a drummer, so Steven would teach me some drums, and we would move on to more creative stuff; we'd sit around and play some more music. Barbi Von Greif, who was my roommate at the time, we were in a band together for a short time. I was the drummer and she was the singer, and Barbi wanted to name the band Rocket Queen.

Pamela Manning with Steven Adler

Guns N’ Roses were a music inspiration to us; heck, we inspired each other. This is how we all met up; it was all about music, not hanging with the guys. I did wind up dating Izzy, but Barbi broke us up, not being a true friend to me, as she wanted him. One day he asked me to let him play with Barbi, and when I said no, well, you can guess the rest. That was the end of Izzy and I.

Axl has always been a true friend to me, telling me his deepest secrets and, yep, I have kept them today. I can't and will not talk about the deep secrets he told me. That is just not me. But wow, if you only knew...I am sure some would understand him a little better. People judge him, and I can understand why. He has not been the best example, but I think if Axl would stop bottling all the secrets, he could be a great spokesperson and could help many.

It was like with any band: sex, drugs, and rock 'n roll, but the drug thing…I never liked drugs or alcohol, so I can't relate in that department. But I had some good times.”

“I got branded (as a groupie) because I was wild and crazy on stage, and made my living working with rock bands as well. My interviews I agreed to be in were cut into pieces to make me sound like a groupie, like talking about being a cheerleader, and things like that. I have always been one to inspire, male or female. Rockstar or not, I love to inspire, to bring back hope, to help people get their creative juices flowing and that doesn't mean groupie juices…I had friends who were (groupies). I never hung around with them, but there were times where I would work with them. Some were mud wrestlers. Groupies were there, back in the '80s, for sure. It was hard because you become friends with them, and then they would try to snatch your man. And I really hated dealing with them. I’d guess groupies are the same today as yesterday. The only difference is that there is not an explosion of rockstars rising to the top like it was in the '80s.” - Pamela Manning

Not only was Pam a dancer for the band, she was a roadie who handed out flyers, did the men’s hair, makeup, and their wardrobe. Pamela still keeps in touch with both Axl and Steven.

[vaperarmand]

what is Your take on the show possibly doing past dm in its entirety like how do you think it could be carried out cause i feel like everyone's main gripes are that it'll somehow fuck w the show's integrity/daniel couldn't possibly have forgotten Everything/it doesn't make sense with the storyline we currently have. i'm v curious as someone who loves the direction the show is taking but also wants to see assad and lbf devil their minions

first of all it's a little crazy to me that it could fuck with the show's integrity when the show in question is literally the "memory is a monster" show. like. regardless how you feel about the fact that the show did this they literally spent the last episode going "yeah the guy you think is the villain actually isn't, and everybody just fucking forgot or didn't know to begin with. which is how he got away with it." and keep in mind the villain in question is the guy who has been consistently erasing everybody's memories for fun and his own personal gain. so like. i think the show will survive if they introduce a romance b-plot and do so by saying "yup! daniel forgot before because armand made him!" anyway.

the one thing i'm curious about is the fact that in the books devil's minion era is intrinsically linked with lestat's show and akasha and so on and so forth. which it won't be in the show to the same degree because lestat isn't a rockstar in 1985. and by the time he is daniel is already a vampire. so it'll be interesting to see if that somehow is the defining factor of if/how they do it.

in terms of daniel and armand's relationship though i think it works really well? like i think it's very easy to say that in 1985 armand wiped daniel's memories instead of made him a vampire. i love the idea that night island happens, then daniel starts running away, and there's some overlap with his relationship with alice and armand. very easy for armand to see daniel in a near-death OD type situation and say yeah, nope, this is not happening again, we're breaking up and you can't remember me. (the breakup could happen a bunch of different ways also which maybe they'll go with! but i'm just sticking as close to book canon as i can rn) i think the trajectory of the relationship could stay just about the same. i think the one potential difference is like. well what happens after 1985? which is why i've really come to like the idea that in show verse there's the possibility of armand visiting daniel throughout the years until dubai happens. this potentially is where things get goofy, like. armand just restoring and deleting daniel's memories over and over again kind of like a cartoon villain. but iiiii like it for the fact that it implies armand can't stay away from him. and they'll be in love forever. i could probably talk about this forever but to sum it up like yeah. i think it could very realistically work. i think whatever they do will be compelling to me but i do feel just a little bit you can pry 70s-80s devil's minion out of my cold dead hands

[hollywoodroses]

hii can you give me any tips? how should i start my blog- i have few stories about yk rockstars i would like to public but idk how to start! help me out

this will be a very long post anon so i will make a numbered list below to make it easy for you:

pick a url that is related to the content you are posting. this way, people who like the same interests as you will read your blog.

don’t give up if you can’t get a url you want (it can be difficult because tumblr lets us save urls) [if you need help with a url, my dms are open for you.]

when making your blog outline (pick colours that match your header or icon) make text colour dark enough for easy reading depending if the background is black or white

make sure to save all of your rockstar fan fictions on google drive or word program so you don’t lose them.

when posting your fan fiction, make the post colourful or make the text tiny to give it an aesthetic.

post a photo on the fan fiction post that is related to the story.

when posting content especially fan fiction, the more tags the better.

make sure when you tag words like #text post or #80s music you separate the words ex: #text #post #80s #music (this way your post will show up in the tags)

example tags for fan fiction #axl rose smut #duff mckagan smut #dave mustaine smut #axl rose fanfiction (just tagging their names or their band name is not enough)

please note: the first fan fiction might not get over a 100 notes, don’t get discouraged. keep writing. It took me two months of writing before i got a story to 100 notes.

write text posts/polls asking your following/tumblr fandom what they are interested in. I noticed that people want stories (especially) about nikki sixx and steven adler. I wasn’t even writing about nikki at the time.

be open about writing about other rockstars if you were originally not going to. for example, I didn’t know about dave mustaine but after I got his autobiography (from the library) and saw him in a documentary, I’m thinking of trying to write about him)

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Your Leather, My Lace ~ Part 4: My Pain, Your Thrill

*This fic was co-written by curlyfry23, whom you can find on AO3 here

Pairing: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Rockstar!fem!Reader

Summary: The next band you show up to see calls themselves Corroded Coffin. Maybe Eddie will be there...

Word Count: 5.7k

Tags for Entire Fic (from AO3): Enemies to Lovers, Rival Bands, Tension While Singing, Leather, 80's Rock References, Song Lyrics, Slow Burn, Sexual Tension, Thinly Veiled Hex Girls Inspiration, Eddie Munson Lives, 1991, Porn with Feelings, Shameless Smut, Mutual Masturbation, Hate to Love, Oral Sex, Consensual Sex, Smut, Eddie Munson Has No Sense of Personal Space, Cunnilingus, Nipple Licking, Catholic Guilt, brat!reader, Dom/sub Undertones, light degradation, Car Sex, The Lord of the Rings References

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

You woke the next day in your hotel room, having rested better than you could remember in the recent weeks. Up until this week, every night had consisted of insomniatic episodes where you’d sleep for a few hours, wake for a few more, then catch maybe an hour or two of shuteye before the sun was up. Nerves tended to affect your sleep schedule more than you wished they would, and Battle of the Bands was the time of year that your nerves were through the roof.

Last night, however…

You had a newfound appreciation for the effect that a good sex life can have on a person’s stress levels.

Checking the time on your bedside clock- 9:45 AM- you decided to fix yourself a cup of coffee before calling Lana and Denise. You needed to coordinate a time for band practice since your first performance was tomorrow night, but you knew Lana liked to sleep as late as possible most mornings so you’d wait until 10 for that. As you measured out little granules of instant coffee into a mug you’d found in one of the kitchenette cabinets, your mind wandered back to last night, and the dark-haired devil you’d spent the evening with. 

Eddie had been uncharacteristically quiet when you parted ways last night. Before your “extracurriculars” in the back of his van, his mouth was running 60 mph, never slowing, always ready with a comeback or some quip that made you feel equal parts irritation and amusement. Afterwards, however, his only communication with you had dwindled down to short, terse responses. Head nods. Gentle forehead kisses. “Are you heading home after this?” Head nod. “Thank you for tonight, I had fun.” “Me too.” Forehead kiss. “Drive safe, okay?” Head nod. “You too.” “Good night.” “Night.”

As you watched your cup of tap water rotating in the microwave, your thoughts spiraled into a funnel of endless questions that went nowhere good- had he been putting on an act the whole time? Did he pretend to be actually interested in you just to get in your pants? Was his silence just a lack of interest now that he’d gotten what he wanted from you? What if-

The sudden beeping of the microwave interrupted your stream of consciousness, jerking you back into reality. No, you told yourself, removing the steaming cup and pouring it into the mug of dollar store instant coffee. Even if all he’d wanted was a one night stand, that’s all I wanted in the first place, right? If Eddie wanted nothing more than one night of messing around in the back of his van, all the better. No strings attached. Get it together, Pinocchio. 

You walked into the bathroom, staring yourself down as you took your first sip of the mediocre brew. Hair askew, oversized flannel (a stolen relic from one of your early boyfriends) reaching just high enough on your thighs to cover your panties- you came to the conclusion that any guy would be lucky to wake up next to you. You were hot as hell. Your skin looked  better after a good night’s sleep than any other time of the day, and you almost never went to bed with pants on- what’s not to love? 

You narrowed your eyes at your thighs, inhaling sharply when you realized that there were slight purplish bruises where Eddie had pressed his fingers into your skin hard enough to leave his mark. 

He wasn’t going to let you forget about him that easily, it seemed. 

You sighed heavily, ignoring the way your stomach seemed to tie itself into a knot when you thought about the way he’d gripped your thighs like he could find salvation itself between them. How his tongue had lapped at your pussy and savored your taste like fine wine. The way he’d made the most beautiful sounds when you tugged on those dark chocolate curls…

Stop! Jesus, you were pathetic. He wasn’t thinking about you this way right now. At most, you might cross his mind the next time he decides to have a wank. You’d become a figment of his sexual fantasies, fuel to help him reach his climax, that girl who reminded him of Galadriel and knew enough to quote her while she straddled him in the back of his van.

Shit. Now I’m imagining him jacking off to me. Great. Awesome. Good job forgetting about him, me. 

***

That evening, you once again found yourself at a venue downtown scoping out the competition. You’d been to this bar before- you remembered playing it last year, though it’d had a different name then. Name changes weren’t uncommon for the bars around here. Some were old as dirt, owned by the same grumpy old dude who’d opened the place in the ‘70’s, others changed management every five or so years. Either way, every halfway-decent place with a stage and a liquor license always cashed in on the tourism money brought in by Indie Battle each year. 

You’d arrived later in the evening, having spent the whole day practicing your set with the girls until your fingers were just about ready to fall off. You were confident that your song choices for your first performance were going to kill tomorrow night; more confident than you remembered being either of the past two years that Next Hex had competed. 

This was going to be the year- you could feel it in your bones. 

Since you’d arrived late, the first band playing was already halfway through their set. Predictably, the bar was full so you would have to stand while the bands were playing. You made sure to bend your ear to the way each instrument and voice sounded while you ordered your drink at the bar. Making mental notes about everything from the moments where the singing was flat to any imbalances between instruments, you found a steel column to lean against as you began sipping from your drink. You were 100% focused on the band in front of you.

Definitely NOT looking around in hopes that a familiar face might waltz up to you and strike up a conversation. 

Definitely NOT hoping that familiar face be accompanied by curly brown hair and a silver ring on each finger. 

Definitely NOT disappointed that said face was nowhere to be found.

Once the band onstage took their final bow, you were halfway through your drink and feeling thoroughly alone in the crowd… which was fine, since watching live music was totally not required to be a social activity. You could enjoy it on your own, just like you always had before this week. No banter or flirtations necessary.

You force yourself to take a calming breath while the band scurried offstage. Head in the game, dude, you reminded yourself, remember why you’re here. You’re not here to make friends, you’re here to win. You’re here to be a rockstar. You’re here to prove wrong every asshole who ever doubted how bad you fucking want this. 

Downing the rest of your drink with newfound resolve, you discarded your empty glass on a nearby table and pulled your moleskin out of your bag. You turned to a blank page, clicked your ballpoint pen, and prepared to jot down notes on the next band taking the stage. 

“Hello Indianapolis!”

Your heart leaped into your throat. That voice-

“It’s our first Battle of the Bands here, sooo… go easy on us. If we suck, at least wait until the third song to boo us off the stage.”

It can’t be.

“We’re Corroded Coffin, and we’re about to make sure you never forget that name.”

It was like time stood still, the whole bar frozen around you as you slowly looked up at the stage. You were hoping you were wrong, that the person that voice belonged to was a stranger whom you’d never seen nor spoken to, and this was all your imagination. 

But you should’ve known better. Your luck had never been good enough for that to be the case. 

Standing up on that stage, red Warlock guitar in hand, staring directly at you, was Eddie Munson. 

Everything was dead-silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop, as Eddie held your gaze with an emotion behind his eyes that you couldn’t place if you tried. He held your eye contact until his lips hit the microphone, and you heard him inhale before letting out at the top of his lungs-

“All abooooaaaaard!”

The opening notes of Crazy Train rang out into the bar, causing patrons to start nodding their heads to the familiar beat. You weren’t listening, though. You were going numb.

You were so stupid. So incredibly stupid.

You’d told him the first time you met that you were competing. He continued to pursue you regardless, even though you’d told him- you’d told him- that you were trying to avoid distractions. Every time you’d run into him had been a performance for Indie Battle- you hadn’t been observant enough to see that as anything other than a coincidence. You hadn’t ever asked him why he kept showing up at Battle gigs, hadn’t ever considered that he could’ve been there for the same reasons you were- to scope out the competition. And oh, he’d scoped it out alright. For pete’s sake, you’d even had a conversation where he admitted he played guitar, and you hadn’t thought to ask him if he was even in a band, much less competing with one!

You were fuming. He’d played you. He kept this information to himself on purpose, and now he was in your head. You’d let the competition- a potential rival- get into your head, and now here he was, belting out Ozzy lyrics while he stared you dead in the eye.

“I’ve watched all the dropouts who make their own rules,”

You were listening now. You’d be damned if you let this guy use you, lie to you, then have the audacity to actually be a competitor in this competition. So you channeled your rage into something that felt familiar.

You started a pro/con list. 

***

Okay. He did have the audacity.

Corroded Coffin was new to the competition, but these guys knew their sound. Your pro/con list was very pro-heavy, which was troublesome for you. 

Pros: impressive wide vocal range, original songs are full of catchy chord progressions, talented drummer, charisma onstage, logo would look good on a t-shirt, experienced stage presence.

Cons: Band doesn’t have a clear brand- outfits don’t match, look still belongs in a garage, lyrics in originals are good but basic.

The fact that they had original songs to show at all was something that already set them ahead of Next Hex- none of you wanted to be a cover band for the rest of your careers, but nothing you’d been able to write was good enough to compete with. Denise had written a few catchy songs, but her style was more poppy than what would fit the vibe that you had so carefully curated for Next Hex. Sure, you were open to covering some pop songs, but only after you’d gone in and totally re-arranged them to be undoubtedly metal. You were already one of the only all-female groups that was competing; if the three of you stood on that stage and started churning out nothing but spunky girl-group songs, they’d never see you as equals. You’d have lost the competition the moment you finalized your setlist.

So, until one of you wrote an original song that could hold its own among the Metal hits that inspired you, Next Hex was stuck doing covers. Granted, they were badass covers, but they were still borrowed material.

You were disappointed that this guy had not only managed to pull one over on you, but his band was also the most impressive one you’d seen by far since arriving. For their first year here, you could already tell they were going to be a fan favorite by the looks of this crowd.

Shit. 

You’d been doing a very good job of avoiding eye contact with Eddie for the past four songs, but now that they were a ways into the finale of the five-song set allotted to them, you chanced a look in his direction. You regretted it instantly.

His eyes had obviously been waiting for you to look at him. Those smoldering, dark brown eyes looked black in the red stage lights, framed by sweat-drenched curly rockstar hair. You hated how at home he looked on the stage- he was captivating, in his element as he growled sultry lyrics into the microphone. The way his eyes bore directly into yours, you felt certain he was singing to you specifically.

“I hear you calling and it's needles and pins,

I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name-”

Your eyebrows shot up involuntarily; the lyrics were already pretty risque on their own, but coupled with the intensity with which he was staring you down… it gave you a jolt to say the least. When Eddie saw that reaction, he somehow found a way to make you even angrier than you’d already been-

He winked. 

That was it. You were finding him after this show. You were going to make him explain himself, and you were going to give him a piece of your mind.

***

You’d played this bar before, so you knew exactly which door to wait outside of after Corroded Coffin had finished their set. 

When the cold metal door slammed open, the first to exit was a curly haired guy hauling two guitar cases as he held the door open with one foot. When he saw you leaning leisurely against the brick wall, arms and ankles crossed and exuding nonchalance, he shot you a pained smile. 

He nodded to the door that threatened to close on him and the guitars. “Help me out and grab the door, would you?”

You stared at him, deadpan with a bored expression on your face. Once it became obvious that you weren’t moving a goddamn inch, the guy averted his eyes and squeezed through the door, leaving one guitar case on the ground to keep the door propped open. “Sheesh,” he muttered, “suit yourself, bitch.” 

You waited, watching as he opened the back of Eddie’s van parked on the curb and placed the one guitar case in the trunk. A moment passed before the door swung open once again, this time revealing a blur of wild dark hair that shone amber under the lamplight- it was like a knife to the gut how much you’d loved that same lamplight twenty-four hours ago. 

“Gareth, my baby is not a fucking doorstop, man-” 

Eddie’s tirade was cut short when he saw you waiting by the door. His eyes didn’t seem surprised to see you, but they did widen a bit when they landed on your face. Maybe it had something to do with the waves of pure, undiluted rage that were emulating off of you. 

Whatever seeing you like this made him think, he got over it quickly. Instantly, his normal bravado was back, smirk painted across his face and a leather-jacketed arm rising to lean over you against the wall. He cocked his head flirtatiously, and you were one misstep away from breaking his nose.

“Hey, Galadriel.”

SLAP.

You smacked him across the face without hesitation.

You saw the other guy- Gareth, apparently- stop in his tracks, eyes widening at your sudden outburst, before making a beeline for the door. You overheard his voice say to someone, “Do NOT go out there.” before the door clicked shut. 

Eddie’s hand cradled the sensitive skin of his cheek, narrowing his eyes at you incredulously. “What the fuck?!” 

“‘What the fuck’ me? I should be asking you that, what the fuck are you playing at, Munson?” You practically screamed at him. “You had every opportunity to tell me that you were competing against me in the Battle and you fucking lied to me!” 

Eddie shoved his hands in his pockets, donning a bored expression to mask the pain while he glanced around at everything but you. “I never lied, princess, you just never asked.”

You huffed out a laugh. He was infuriating. “So how should I have worded our first conversation then, huh? ‘Hi, I’m here for Battle of the Bands! Are you here for Battle of the Bands? Wow, you are? Golly gee, ain’t that swell!’”

“Not my fault you never asked the right questions!” Eddie was smiling now, shaking his head at you and obviously furious that you had actually hit him. He’d had a feeling you’d be angry, but never thought you’d resort to fisticuffs. “What’s it matter, anyway? It was just a fling, right? You didn’t want more after that, did you? What about your blood pact with your Hex Sisters, or whatever the fuck- ‘no distractions,’ wasn’t it?”

Fuck this guy. 

“It’s Next Hex,” you growled, giving him a shove backward to give yourself room to take a step. He backed up, struggling to stand his ground when up against a force like yourself. “Remember our fucking band name, Munson, because it’s our songs you’ll be playing on a shitty old guitar twenty years from now when you’re a washed-up has-been who gives guitar lessons to little shit kids who want to be me when they grow up!”

Eddie was silent, stunned by your long- and thorough- tirade. After a moment, the corner of his mouth curled back up into its default position, and god, you wanted to smack him again.

“Did you practice that in the mirror this morning?” 

“Fuck you!” You marched past him, arms crossed defensively over your chest, which was burning with a rage that you knew wasn’t going away until you saw Eddie Munson booted from the competition, dejectedly loading his shit up in his van and driving back home, ruing the day he made an enemy out of you, and thinking Maybe I’ll try again next year. 

You were barely out of his eyesight before he called out, “Until tomorrow night, princess!”

You threw up a middle finger before turning the corner, officially out of his line of vision.

Oh, you’d see him tomorrow night alright. You wanted him to see you on that stage, putting all of your practice to the test and doing exactly what you came here to do.

You wanted him to see you in your prime tomorrow night, and you wanted it to scare him so shitless it sent him running for the hills. 

***

The following morning, Eddie awoke feeling the opposite of well-rested, and the first thing he wanted after his night of tossing, turning, and sporadic sleeping was a cigarette.

He rolled out of the scratchy motel sheets as quietly as he could, taking care not to make too much noise so he didn’t wake Gareth, currently drooling all over his pillow. Eddie tugged on a pair of jeans, strewn on the edge of his bed last night, along with his lighter and box of cigarettes from his jacket pocket before he slipped out the door onto the sidewalk out front. 

The pull-out couch had been empty, so as expected, Eddie was greeted by the sight of a pajamaed Jeff seated in a plastic patio chair, mass-market paperback in his hand. Eddie pulled out a cigarette and his lighter, settling into the other chair once he inhaled his first dose of nicotine for the day. 

The two remained comfortably silent sitting there, Eddie enjoying his smoke and Jeff reading his book. He loved this about their relationship- Eddie never felt the need to fill the silence with anything, because he knew Jeff was more than happy to simply occupy his time with a book. He never expected more of Eddie than his company, and that was one of the things Eddie liked most about-

“So who was that girl last night?”

Damn. Well, so much for comfortable silence.

Eddie sighed, blowing smoke out with a little more exasperation than one might hear in a normal exhale. He looked over at Jeff, expecting to see some sort of smirk, maybe smugness- the sort of shitty grin that guys gave each other when the topic of girls came up. But instead, Jeff was still engrossed in his book, as if he hadn’t asked the question at all.

Eying the bassist warily, Eddie conceded. “I’d been running into her at a couple of shows since we got here… we messed around in the back of my van.” 

A pause. Jeff kept his eyes on his paperback.

“And she slapped you in the face because…?”

Eddie hung his head in defeat. “Because she’s in one of the bands competing and I didn’t tell her I was too.” 

Jeff nodded, that final piece of the puzzle clicking into place. Eddie waited for a reply- some sort of judgment, some reprimand for his mistake- but none came. 

Eddie rubbed his cheek, frustrated and still feeling the ghost of the sting from her slap and guilty enough that he still needed to explain himself. “It’s not like she asked me if I was competing, it didn’t come up!”

Jeff looked up at Eddie poignantly, eyebrows raised and lips stretched into a disapproving line. 

“Whatever, man.” Eddie said, taking a long drag from his cigarette and shaking his head as if his lingering guilt could be flung away if he shook hard enough. 

Jeff chuckled, laying his book face-down on his thigh to keep the place. “Don’t take it out on me,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest as he raised his eyebrows up at Eddie. “You’re the one who decided to take a shit where he eats.”

Eddie grimaced. “That phrase is fucking gross.”

“Well, it’s what you did, what did you think would happen?” Jeff shrugged, eyes back on his paperback.

Eddie was silent. The truth was, he hadn’t been thinking. He’d been feeling. He’d been making decisions with his dick ever since he saw the vampire-queen earlier in the week, and she’d been standing there looking the way she did and flirting the way she had and god… damn, he hadn’t been thinking at all, had he? 

And then to top it all off- it turned out she was witty. She had the same taste in music. She’d quoted Tolkein with her tits out. By all means, she was the kind of girl that he should have been asking out to dinner, not eating out in the back of his van.

Not that Eddie was complaining.

But he’d blown it big time, and for what reason? Eddie was a liar. And now he had no chance with her in Hell. 

He stared out at the busy street beyond the motel parking lot, vacant eyes cataloging his mistakes with all the others he had filed away over the course of his life, and took a long drag from his cigarette. After a moment, he flicked the smoldering stub to the sidewalk and put it out under the sole of his sneaker. 

“Enjoy your book, Jeff.” Eddie muttered, followed by the sound of the door closing as he returned to their stuffy motel room. 

Jeff looked at the closed door, smiling to himself. Eddie had always been dramatic, ever since middle school. It was one of his most dependable traits, made him a charismatic frontman in the band as well as an amazing Dungeon Master (though it had been a while since they’d played). Jeff knew the drama was masking the guilt that Eddie’s heart of gold was feeling for messing with that poor girl. Eddie wasn’t a player, never had been- he wasn’t the type to manipulate a lady without feeling remorse for it. 

Leaning back leisurely to resume his reading, Jeff wondered in the back of his mind what might happen the next time Eddie and the angry girl crossed paths. How would Eddie handle himself?

***

Eddie had no clue what to do with himself.

On the outside, he was sure he looked aloof, calm, suave, collected- an arm draped over the bar sticky with spilled shots and multi-purpose cleaner. But on the inside? He knew that any minute you would be walking out on that stage and the anticipation was killing him. 

Walking into this venue, he’d been wondering how he would feel when he saw you up there, and a part of him had wondered if he’d be nervous. What if your band sucked? What if you were better than him? 

Eddie shook his head, clearing that last thought from his brain. What was the matter with him? He hadn’t felt this way when he went to see any of the other bands. 

You never slept with the other bands, dickhead. He thought to himself. 

It took him a second, alongside half a glass of the cheapest beer on tap, but Eddie came to the conclusion that he was actually quite excited to see you perform. 

Your interests collided in so many ways that he could see from just a handful of conversations, but it was enough that he was eager to know what sort of music you would make. What would you sound like? It hadn’t occurred to Eddie that you might sing lead in your band like he did- what if you had a horrible voice? What if it was good? Was any one woman allowed to look like you and sound like an angel? She’d be a fucking siren, that wasn’t fair. What if-

Eddie’s train of thought was cut short when the lights dimmed to red onstage. He silenced his thoughts as his raging heartbeat took over, watching three figures walk onstage. One walked over to a drum set while the other two made their way to stand at the front of the stage, each in front of their own mic stand. Eddie wasn’t close to the stage by any means, but even he could see from where he stood that the girl holding a blood-red guitar was you. 

The crowd around him began to cheer, eager for the show they’d been promised. Eddie’s eyes drank in the sight of you, committing to memory every curve hugged by your wine-red dress. Bathed in crimson light, he was reminded of how ethereal you had looked that night in his van just a couple of days ago- only now, the angel had fallen. You’d gone from sorceress to temptress, lips painted red as the blood of innocents with platform boots formidable enough to seriously injure with a well-aimed kick. 

You looked like the queen of the damned, and Eddie couldn’t look away. 

There was a lull in the applause as the anticipation came to its climax. The mic kicked on, sensitive enough for everyone to hear a single, controlled breath escape your lips before the sound of your guitar ripped through the silence. 

Eddie, along with the rest of the room, recognized the familiar opening of Heart’s Barracuda immediately. They all watched with rapt attention, seemingly waiting to catch some mistake in a song everyone knew so well. To everyone’s pleasant surprise, however, every note was spot-on. Eddie’s excitement wavered the longer he listened, and upon hearing your lead vocals- his motivations for listening changed from anticipation to competition.

Of course you were lead guitar and lead vocals, same as he was- the irony wasn’t lost on him. Sure, he had been a little bit enraptured at first- you had star quality, all of you; even he could see that. Each of you looked like some sort of rock and roll witch, and your looks were carefully curated to create those personas. Your band wasn’t just doing this for fun- it was obvious that you had put a great deal of thought into your look and sound. Now, all of the notetaking you’d been doing made sense. You were taking this competition very seriously, so when Eddie had with held the truth from you… it must have hurt you a lot more than he’d thought it would.

Eddie watched and listened intently as the first song drew to a close. The applause was thunderous, eager for more. You leaned into the mic, red lips parting around a laughing smile and waited for the cheering to recede enough for you to be heard. In a soft, low voice you asked, “Oh, you liked that one, huh?” 

The crowd erupted, feeding your fire as a deep giggle bubbled up into your mic- Eddie felt his heart involuntarily backflip at the sound of your voice. 

“Soooo…” you began again, this time sounding a bit more coy than before. “...we’ve been here a couple times before, so a few of you might know us, but either way, we’re Next Hex-” again, the crowd responded with claps, whoops and whistles. From the sound of it, there were certainly people here who remembered you from years past. Eddie listened on.

“Tonight you’ll hear some songs you love, some songs you haven’t heard in a while, and one that you probably never expected to hear at Indie Battle-” You giggled a bit through that last part, but you didn’t seem nervous from what Eddie could tell. If anything, it made him look forward to knowing which song you were referring to. He- and the rest of the audience- was playing right into your hands. It was obvious to him that you knew how to work a crowd this size, and that was an advantage that came with experience Eddie didn’t have.

“-so stick around…and let’s have a little fun.”

With that, you threw the drummer a little nod, to which she smiled- a little deviously- before counting you out into the second song of your set.

Eddie was a statue propped up against the bar for the next three songs. Arms crossed, face unreadable, and beer slowly disappearing from his glass, his brain moved a mile a minute while he watched and listened.

From what he could tell, you really only had one weakness- none of your songs were originals. For a band with such a specific look and sound that had been tailored to your specific brand, he was surprised that the only songs you chose to play belonged to other bands. However, that didn’t seem to detract from your individuality, at least for now. Even though you were covering other bands’ songs, you made them sound like they’d been written for your instruments, for your voice. You felt every lyric as if you’d written it yourself, and he could see that plain as day from where he stood in the audience. 

Your song choices were interesting. Starting with Barracuda, followed by I Hate Myself for Loving You by Joan Jett. They seemed like easy choices since your band was a girl group, but there was an edge to your covers that Eddie couldn’t put his finger on- they felt sharper, more moody. He wished he could press rewind and listen again and again to dissect exactly what you did to change up the well-known anthems. 

Then you’d surprised Eddie by pulling a KISS song out of your back pocket- adding a clever twist on Let’s Put the X in Sex  by changing the “X” to “Hex”. It was sexy and fun and all-around entertaining- the crowd ate it up . 

Your fourth song was unexpected- a mysterious, dramatic cover of The Rolling Stones’ Paint It, Black. The seamless transition from sexy to angsty was impressive- it showed range and creativity. 

Eddie was starting to see you as a real threat in this competition.

Your voice, a little breathy at this point, practically whispered into the mic as you introduced the fifth and final song of your set. 

“It’s been real fun tonight, guys,” you began, “this is our last song for tonight, so we’ve saved the best for last.”

The crowd cheered, and Eddie watched with curiosity as the bass player moved a keyboard down to her mic stand. Great, there’s another advantage they’ve got on us, Eddie thought. None of the members of Corroded Coffin played keys.

A beat of silence passed before she began to play- it was surprisingly upbeat, and Eddie struggled to place the song. It wasn't until you chimed in with your guitar that it dawned on him.

You were playing Holding Out for a Hero… Eddie only knew it from how many times he’d heard it beaten to death on the radio after Footloose had come out when he was in high school. 

It didn’t take long for Eddie to catch onto how you’d arranged the cover- all of the parts that were originally sung by a choir, you’d converted into guitar parts. It actually worked- it worked really well. 

When you started to sing the opening lines, Eddie let his eyes drift from your fingers on the frets of your instrument up to your arms, your chest, your lips- but his heart almost leapt out of his sternum when he saw your eyes staring dead at him. 

Eddie felt a wave of deja vu; he’d done the same to you when he’d spotted you in the audience the night before, stared you down so that… well, he wasn’t sure why he’d done it. Maybe he’d liked how you looked so caught off-guard when he’d stared at you? Was he an ass for liking the way that felt? 

Either way, the roles were officially reversed now. Your eyes held Eddie’s in a chokehold, and even though you were singing lyrics written to convey longing and hope, the only messages your eyes held for Eddie were rage and determination. It felt as though there wasn’t a single person in that bar besides the two of you. 

Your black nails moved expertly across the strings of your guitar, and sweat trickled down your collarbone in the red stage lights. Eddie took it all in, feeling a million things at once. Jealousy of his past self, yearning to go back to two nights ago when you’d followed him out to his van. The rush of a real competition, a rival to test his strengths against. Fear of losing, the very real possibility that Corroded Coffin would be sent packing as early as next week’s round of the competition. Regret that he’d blown his chances with you before he’d realized who you actually were. 

You were a goddamn siren, and Eddie wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to stay away from you. 

Part 5

(click here to listen to the electric guitar cover of Holding Out for a Hero that I vaguely based Next Hex's cover off of in my head while I wrote this!)

[squirrellypoo]

Is Dubai later than we think?

At the end of season 1, we still don’t yet know where the Dubai scenes fit in with the wider book timeline. It feels like the general fandom consensus is that it's at a point when Lestat is incapacitated, either in the ground (TVL) or possibly comatose elsewhere in the penthouse (Merrick, which could possibly account for The Groan?).

However, I saw someone recently suggest that the Dubai scenes could be set during the early Prince Lestat era, and I like this for a number of reasons. I’ll try my best to keep this spoiler-free for non-book readers!

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Placing Dubai in the early PL era gives a different, yet equally plausible reason why Lestat hasn’t turned up in Dubai yet - he’s busy renovating the Auvergne castle and setting up the Court. In the books, Louis was hesitant to come to Court at first, and stayed with Armand at Trinity Gate, even though he and Lestat were in contact regularly. Dubai could easily be a Trinity Gate replacement in the show and not really lose anything.

Placing Dubai at the Prince Lestat time means that TVL, QOTD, TOTBT, Memnoch, and Merrick have all already happened in the grand Vampire Chronicles timeline. The latter is extremely important for Louis’ character development, and could explain why his feelings for Lestat have changed so much since the first interview. It would also explain how Louis’s powers have increased (hello, Fire Gift!) as he gets an inadvertent “upgrade” during Merrick.

Likewise, it means we could see rockstar Lestat in a different era - think late glam rock, 80s hair rock (as in the books) or even 1990s grunge, and still have decades of time left between that and present day to fit in the rest of the intervening books’ plots.

Also, I just want to point out that even if the events of TVL-Merrick have already happened, doesn’t mean the books have been written yet “in universe”. In the books, Louis/Daniel publishing IWTV is the catalyst for Lestat to write TVL, and then all the rest. So Daniel not knowing about the vampire books wouldn’t be a problem, and let’s be fair, even if rockstar Lestat already happened but not written about, it wouldn’t have necessarily been on his radar (esp if Lestat’s career was as short-lived as in the books).

As much as I’d love to see these books' events happen “in present day”, I think narratively they make more sense being told as flashback stories, a’la season 1. It allows for more time to pass between events, but also to continue the framing of the show as being told to an interviewer. This means we get to carry on with the “Memory is a Monster” and unreliable narrator themes, too.

If this is somehow the way the show is going, it’s going to be WILD to get the first glimpse of modern day Lestat, because he gained significant powers in QOTD (and then again near the end of PL) that are going to be a huge contrast to what we’ve seen so far in Louis’s memories of their time together at Rue Royale. It would also add more colour to Louis and Armand’s relationship to see them weather multiple huge crises together rather than just fading into comfortable complacency as in the books.

In any case, I’m not 100% convinced this is the case, but it’s interesting to think about how the show might handle the differing timelines between it and the book. I love that, even after nearly 30 years of reading these books, this show can still surprise and delight, and keep me guessing.

[cruesuffix]

Believe it or not ex wives of rock has a fanbase and I’m not sure how big it is but if anyone was a fan than good for them. Some even want the show to come back but honestly I don’t see the reason for it

Why is anyone interested in a show with old blondes talking about their cheating spouses? These women are telling us stuff we already know. Also 2 of the wives had their ex husbands pass away. Sharise and Vince don’t speak anymore due to the death of Skylar

i can imagine their fan base was probably like minded middle aged ladies who wanted to know what their 80’s rockstar crush was like lmaooo. if they’re entertained by it ig i can’t say much! I don’t even know who’d they’d get for another season of that, these girls are hella old now, who’d want to know what some old lady does on her day off? who wants to go through the same old “and then he cheated on me” story? this show actually boggles my mind with how useless it is. i mean i guess there are people out there that want to know these things but i just can’t fathom this show being any bit interesting. also that last part is why im just a bit confused as to why sharise would want to be on a show like this. what can she say that’s already been said about their relationship? she and vince haven’t spoke probably since the late 90’s or early 00’s at least. they have nothing in common anymore. why would you want to rehash that just for the bit of clout the show would give you (which isn’t a lot since it didn’t last that long either way). this show might become my roman empire with how crazy an idea it was in the first place.

[unknownperson246]

a/n: can you write modern izzy x reader where the reader is a guitarist and she's playing a small venue with her band and izzy is there with a friend, her playing reminds him of the good old days (the 80s) and he decides to hang around after the show and talk to her.. he's super interested because she's young and she got the 80s sounding just right

Hiii babes so so sorry it’s late but I hope you love itttt ❤️❤️

Modern Izzy Stradlin: The Glances:

Words: 645

Warnings: *slight smut*

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You were playing to a small crowd. The audience was just about fifty people and you could see everyone and everything so clearly. While you were playing you found this handsome tall man with a chiseled face and brown hair covered by a hat staring at you. 

“No, he can’t be staring at me. To be fair everyone in the crowd is staring at us.” You said to yourself. 

You started blushing because you were attracted to this mysterious man. He looked like he was fascinated by you playing guitar. His eyes just had a mesmerizing glance towards you. You had to admit it was just a tad bit creepy but he looked like he was stuck in his thoughts.

Maybe he was remembering old times. He was there next to a man. You recognized that man's friend. He had fiery red hair and clear pale skin. His hair was set in cornrows. You were plucking on your guitar and you were playing away. It was your music and it was inspired by the 80s glam era. 

After the show, your whole band was exhausted. Their eyeliner smudged and was droopy from the sweat that made their skin glisten. You all looked like you were crying on stage when the cameras recorded your rosy face. The man in the suit unexpectedly came over with his friend. They were probably just admirers you thought to yourself.

“Hi,” the tall man said.

“Hi,” you gave him a small nod and a small smile. You were a bit skeptical. 

The tall man looked even more handsome when he was closer to the eye.

“My name is Izzy.” That’s all he said. 

His friend who had fiery red hair also introduced himself.

“I’m Axl,” he said with a grin.

“Holy shit you're from Guns N’ Roses” one of your band mates blurted. 

Izzy and Axl seemed surprised that they got noticed at a small venue you were playing at. Izzy and Axl signed your bandmate some autographs. While Axl decided to talk to all of your band mates you and Izzy were sitting on the couch as the introverted quiet people you were. 

“So uh” Izzy started to speak. 

You looked over at him and locked your eyes with his hazel eyes. 

“I saw how you were playing your guitar up there. Every band I’ve heard hasn’t gotten the 80s sound right. You on the other hand are amazing. You have a true 80s sound to you.” Izzy looked over to your face. You could tell he was shy.

You started to blush. 

“Well thank you I appreciate the compliment.” You started to look down because you were getting nervous.  

“All the young people I’ve seen can’t get it right. You know how to play” Izzy complimented your sound again. 

He looked like he was into you. He didn’t seem talkative around his friend Axl. You got on his lap straddling him. 

“I’ve been waiting for someone like you.” You lightly nipped at his ear.

Izzy held onto your hips. You were careful about everyone paying attention to something else. You were shy about having sex in public and this was your first time attempting it with a rockstar who has seen unimaginable things. As soon as Axl finished talking to your band mates he came over to Izzy. You got off of his lap. You were panicked and scared so you got back on your spot on the couch and pretended you and Izzy were still talking. 

“Did I miss something?” Axl said, smirking. 

“You missed nothing.” You said quietly pretending to play with your hair. 

As soon as everyone looked away Izzy whispered sweet words into your ear.

“Maybe next time sweetheart.” He winked at you and got up to get his guitar.

He went to the rest of the group so he could jam with everyone.

[streets-in-paradise]

Risking It - BarclayPierce ( Andy x Nica)

Warnings: Nica showing Andy how much she loves his body. No explicit smut, but it's Implied that he has a praise kink.

Summary: When it comes to clothes, Andy has allways been a comfort prioritizer, but constantly playing it safe also means never taking risks. A smirk from Nica while hearing the mere suggestion of encouraging him to try crop tops is enough for him to accept taking the challenge.

Notes: Since we have been talking about the fatphobia in the show, this is my small contribution for some positivity :)

Tags: @barclaysangel @series-thoughts

The idea would have never occured to him before, but it had a source of inspiration he couldn't ignore. Used to being teased about his dressing style by the kids, he finally asked the twins what was wrong with it and the ultimate verdict was lack of risks. That didn't worry him much, since he was a comfort prioritizer, but he still let them ramble some ideas describing their definition of risk. Nica was having fun observing the horror some of the suggestions caused him, at least untill one got her interest.

She was smirking when crop tops were mentioned and that didn't go unnoticed.

" You have to be kidding, nobody wants to see that. " He mocked himself while showing awareness to her. " It's not my thing, and it would look ridículous … Who do you think I am? Brad Pitt in Fight Club? Not with these. "

He pointed at the rolls on his stomach.

" And who told you abs are a requirement to wear one? " She sweetly teased him ríght away. " I do think it would look great on you. "

"Challenging your insecurities is good. It's clear you cling to the baggy shirts to distract from the tummy the same way dad does with the platforms and heels because he hates being short. " Glenda commented, then shared a complicit glance with Nica because she was the source of the rumour about Chucky they were reproducing. " Dressing a fat body shouldn't have to be about hidding it all the time, Andy. "

It was very kind of them, but he wasn't convinced.

" I get it, but i'm not going to get from zero to one hundred in one move."

" It would look cute! And I can help you find one that fits your style. " Glen encouraged him. " The important thing is that you try the risk and see how you feel about it."

" But it's always on you. " Nica concluded, cutting them off to point out an important detail. " Remember not to push yourself just because we think it can be fun. Chucky took many uncomfortable risks with my looks and i don't feel like being that fun anymore, so a safe wardrove is another thing we have in common. "

Andy smiled and approached to give her a peck on the lips.

" You look lovely in anything you choose to wear. " He praised her afterwards. " I'm pretty sure you are going to regret the curiosity. "

Nica was giving him a mischievously skeptical glance while replying.

" I don't think so, confidence is your best fit … very sexy of you. "

That comment was the final temptation convincing him of trying it. He didn't admit it then, but secretly started to consider it. Glen had shared him some adresses of online stores with trustable sizing and good stuff where Andy began eyeing untill finding one he could at least imagine himself trying. The too tíght and colorfull ones were too much, he also saw a few made of fishnet that he sincerely couldn't imagine anyone wearing comfortably besides, peraphs, an 80's rockstar. There were some more bassic ones, black or white, with pop culture or classic rock prints he felt more inclined towards. Between those he stumbled with the black one he ended up choosing pretty much for the print.

The first try on happened a day when the kids weren't arround. They were always good intentioned, but but sometimes they could be little shits messing with him just for the fun of it. Lexy s honesty could get cruel despite she wouldn't even realize it, the boys could find the image funny just for the sake of the shocking change causing impact and only the twins would be cheering. He was surely doing it out of curiosity, but the only opinion he wanted to know besides from his own was Nica's.

Risking it was worthy even if it was just for her reaction. She seemed so interested, that damn provokative smirk had said it all … What could he had possibly done, but indulge her? He did feel a bit strange at first, like showing too much skin from all the wrong places, but wasn't sure about shying away on the first impression. The main trait the crop top was designed to highlight was the belly, his self perceived most troubled area, so his girlfriend's curiosity was quite a mistery to him.

She stumbled with the sight entering to the bedroom while he was evaluating his feelings about it. She wasn't seeing it coming and the first glimpse clearly offered to her was from the back, the sides of his bare love handles and his clothed ass in pants that weren't loose enough to hide his shape. Her lips parted as her eyes silently roamed his image.

It was completely unusual and exciting. Nica knew that Andy wasn't the kind of guy going cassualy shirtless while washing the car. She would normally only get to see something like that during intimate times or accidentally walking in when he had just showered. He had her used to feeling like an eighteenth century man looking at bare ankles with the accidental lift of a long skirt if his shirts would have a few open buttons exposing a bit of neck.

He was a gift for her eyes, yet her ears couldn't believe what he had to say about it.

" I think this isn't working. " Was his awkward verdict. " You can tell Glen and Glenda that I tried, but it doesn't feel good. I'm just too fat for it. "

Feeling so teased while he was venting his genuine insecurities was frustrating for her. If he could turn back and see how she was already drooling, maybe he wouldn't be overthinking.

" … Come here, big boy. " She seductively purred. " Let me see the front. "

Andy followed her hesitantly, but clearly affected by her sensual teasing tone.

Her first observation was a more neutral one, but it kept implying enjoyment of some sort.

" Back to the Future? Damn, you are such a nerd " She pointed at the print " … I love it tho, when you get nerdy. "

He smiled, but breaking eye contact to look down because the praise started to make him shy. He was weak for praising and he could vaguely tell it was just starting.

" So … What do you think? "

Nica was grabbing the arms of her wheelchair tíghtly, her eyes have never abandoned him and she didn't notice she was biting her bottom lip.

If they would be on a classic cartoon, she would be barking and howling.

" Fine, too fine. " Was all she could artículate. " Hot, so freaking hot. Thank you for your service, sir. "

He chuckled, wondering what was so sexy of seeing most of his flabby belly out.

" Is it just for the confidence or are you really into it? I can change real quick … "

" Don't!!" She cutted him off, urgence making her wheel closer. " It looks perfect … I swear, Andy, shut down those self deprecating thoughts because i can't think ríght … I'm not myself when you are in front of me in all your thick glory. "

Any rational seeming doubt jumped out from his mind to those words.

" Carefull, baby love. " He pleaded softly. " You know what this does to me and you are going to get us in trouble if the kids show up. Are you risking it? "

She was desperate for it, all over him as soon as the teasing question gave her the consent call. Her hands were grabbing his hips as her lips avidly searched for the spot of belly skin that was more accesible to her from that position in order to start planting kisses.

It was clear that the new item would not last much on despite how much she loved it.

[missacidburn928]

Wicked Wednesday Goodies...

A new Crossover AU story is live on my ao3!

Go ahead. Click keep reading. I know you want to.

Let Me Spell It Out For You

Jax Teller x Rockstar!Reader "Firefly"

ExBf!Rockstar!Steve Rogers x Reader

It’s Battle of the Bands Night at your local hole in the wall bar run by SAMCROW. You're currently dating their prez Jax Teller. Your lifelong best friend and first real love. Somehow your ex, Steve Rogers and his band The Howlies have shown up, vying for top spot and the cash prize. Such a shame they’ll have to go against you and your all girl group Serenity. It’s going to be a verbal bloodbath and you can’t wait to humiliate his arrogant ass.

The energy in the bar was none short of chaotic. Between the loud music, the alcohol flowing and the rowdy mix of bikers and patrons it was looking to be a night to remember.

“I can not wait to get up on that stage and destroy some wannabes!” Zoey practically shouts while strapping on her electric guitar.

“Nothing beats that high,” I smile devilishly. “Well except for sex of course.”

We all laugh as we hear our band being called to the stage. “Next up, Serenity!”

It’s the first round of Battle of The Bands Night. I’m not worried about making it to the final round and grabbing the cash prize. Most bands here are so fresh they haven’t performed as a group much yet. So that leaves us at an advantage. We’ve been thick as thieves since high school when we used to skip class and jam out in my garage.

Not wanting to blow our load on the first round we chose to start with “Becky’s So Hot” to show off our sex appeal and my vocal talents. I may be singing about Becky, but in actuality it’s about the time in my life when Jax was dating Tara when he and I were broken up. 

I wanted to destroy her for having the audacity to be with him. While at the same time I wanted to know first hand what made her so special that he kept her around as more than just a lay. The feelings were so conflicting, the only way I could work through it was to put it into a song.

Fine, okay, I'll say, I went and stalked her

And I don't really blame you 'cause

Damn, the waist, the hips, the face, this is awkward

Are you in love like we were?

If I were you, I'd probably keep her

Makes me wanna hit her when I see her

'Cause Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt

Ooh, she the one I should hate

But I wanna know how she taste

I kinda wanna hit her when I see her

Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt

As we reach the interlude, my eyes catch the familiar frame of one Steven Grant Rogers. My ex and lead singer of The Howlies. Standing to his left, bass strapped to his chest, is of course Bucky Barnes. Steve’s best friend and cliché fuckboy musician. 

He happens to also be Zoey’s ex. This is going to be interesting to say the least. It’s been months since we’ve seen each other. Much less been in the same room competing to see who the better band is. 

It’s us of course. The Howlies are good. But they rely heavily on their good looks to fill seats. About 80% of their fans are of the female variety. Where ours is ratioed at about 60/40.

I turn to Zoey. She gives me a subtle nod. Acknowledging she’s aware of their presence and that it’s playtime.

I scan the crowd for my favorite blonde haired biker until I lock eyes with Jax just as the final chorus begins. I sing to him for a moment before turning my attention back to enticing the crowd into wanting to see more of us.

I sing the last line and drop a kiss to Zoey’s neck, as I stare down our exes. A challenge in my eyes. Tonight just got so much more entertaining. 

Continue...

[eleventeeny]

The Rape of Jani Lane: Unsolved

In the entertainment industry, we always hear stories of women being taken advantage of by big names with the promise of success and stardom. But we rarely see male victims come forward.

When I heard this story a while back, I was shocked and disturbed at the fact that nobody ever talks about it, considering it seems that everyone in the 80s was rocking out to Cherry Pie by Warrant. I was lucky enough to have caught wind of it and I want to share it with the world.

Rape against men is a topic that has been swept under the rug for far too long, and it's time we bring it to light.

Bobbie Brown was married to Jani Lane of Warrant from 1991-1993. She co-wrote an autobiography in 2013 titled 'Dirty Rocker Boys' and wrote another autobiography titled 'Cherry on Top' in 2019.

In both books, she touched on the time Jani had told her about his experience being raped when he was just starting out in the music scene. According to Brown, Jani had been taken advantage of by a member of a famous band and his accomplice.

"He was nineteen when it happened. It was after a show. An older man, a major rockstar, had invited Jani to hang out with him and the big guys...

Later that night, along with an accomplice, that major rockstar put Jani through an ordeal he had been too ashamed to talk about until this moment. It was violent. It was ugly. It was exploitative." (Brown, Bobby, Dirty Rocker Boys)

This confession occurred just a few years before Lane passed away from alcohol poisoning. In her writing, Brown suggests that his alcohol problems had mostly stemmed from this traumatic assault.

She expanded on details in her second book, 'Cherry on Top', mentioning that the man was part of a famous heavy metal band, and the accomplice was the artist's manager.

The story of Jani being raped was proven true when a 2004 interview with Jani on the Hollywood's Monsters of Rock radio show on 92.1 The Wolf, where Lane said, "I've been divorced, married, raped- I don't care."

In Jani's biography tab for his personal website, he wrote that he had moved to Hollywood in Spring of 1985, which would make him 21 at the time of his rape, not 19 like Bobbie's book says. Perhaps this was a miscalculation on Brown or Lane's behalf.

People have always had their own suspicions on who could have been Jani's assailant, but the two bands I've seen mentioned the most are Kiss and Judas Priest. Both bands were in the area at the time, and both have had very sketchy managers during their run as bands.

In an interview with Earl Skakel, Bobbie mentioned her dislike of Judas Priest, saying she has a "specific disinterest". She also mentioned that she had a reason on why, and she said she would tell Earl later when the interview ended.

Unfortunately, that's really all the facts that I have for this case. I haven't seen any deep dives on this, but I would love to come back and look further into it when more information is found. I'm hoping that the readers who stumbled upon this post investigate further if they are interested.

Jani Lane deserves justice and I urge anyone who has information that could help lead us to solving this and get justice to reach out to me at my email with any tips or information you may have. I will not reveal any personal details unless permitted.

Thank you.

Reach me at lavenderace2911@gmail.com

[the-writing-mobster]

miscellaneous hcs about the baby face characters? 🙏

What a pleasantly surprising ask, dear heart!

Hmmmm...

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MISC BF! Sans HCs:

1. He knows all the words to every Chop Suey song and shouts them at the top of his lungs while driving.

2. He lies about his zodiac sign (he has 3 major Scorpio placements but he always lies about them)

3. Sans loves mosh pits but hates crowd surfers because once he didn't notice a huge man coming and he fell on him; his neck was sore for three days straight.

4. He steals construction equipment to make belt chains, and to disrupt building projects he doesn't agree with.

MISC BF! Nick HCs:

1. He has a lot of Opinions about the Backstreet Boys. Please do not bring them up or else it will be all he rants about for an hour straight.

2. Likewise, Nick once tried working at a radio station but quit because the manager wouldn't play any of the music Nick wanted to play. (He's petty like that sometimes)

3. Nick is the kind of guy to catch spiders and put them outside because "they do so much for the environment >:( don't kill them just because they're small!"

4. He refuses to get a driver's license because he doesn't want to be dependent on cars. (He hates L.A... and is dependent on Sans, who has a car)

MISC BF! Maeve HCs:

1. 80% of her wardrobe was handmade, the other 20% was thrifted (mostly the denim)

2. She frequents drag shows when she can and is a big tipper with her gig money, and is a good friend to many local queens.

3. The only reason she hasn't chopped her mane off to conclude her transition is because she enjoys styling it like Glam Rockstars and Trad Goths of the 80s.

4. She is definitely a dungeon master. Maeve would fucking love DND, and only she is qualified to run them.

MISC BF! Midas HCs:

1. Has keyed cars with bigoted bumper stickers, and ripped confederate flags down on private property. He does not give a shit about optics or the property laws.

2. Probably owns more spikes and studs than anyone else in the group.

3. Midas has named all of his lil snakes, but every time the boys ask for an introduction, he gives them the wrong names just to fuck with them.

4. He has a really interesting singing voice, but he hates to sing and prefers his funky little synth sounds.

MISC BF! Jonas HCs:

1. He puts stickers all over his belongings. Bitch loves a vinyl sticker.

2. Jonas 100% believes he does the best backflips, and while he's pretty good, he has a 70% Eat Shit ratio to his 30% Stick the Landing Ratio. (Sans is keeping track)

3. Jonas is extremely efficient in a fist fight and has surprised people with how easy he can knock someone out. This has come in handy at a protest and at a concert when a girl's ex was acting *problematic.*

4. His voice cracks all the time because he's a little (big, 6'9 ft) squirt 🤭. That's right, he's a whimperer.

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And guess what? They've all been fairy god mothered into humans for my manuscript >:) but that is a tale for another time.

[always-andromeda]

Hi !! I absolutely love your blog and I would love Caramel Delight with Dano characters please!!!

Here’s a little bit about me;

I’m an artist, and i love music. I aspire to become an illustrator and i’m also super into photography and poetry. I love a ton of genres of music, such as 90’s grunge, 80’s new wave, alternative rock, and post punk !! I’m a bit into the alternative scene, i’m introverted (INFP), and i love collecting all sorts of trinkets of my interests (such as CDs, comics, and various figures!!:) I’m usually quiet but also very sensitive and anxious, i’m not the most outgoing person but i consider myself to be a great listener. I’m very shy/insecure around others and i’m a bit of a daydreamer who gets caught up in my thoughts most of the time.

Thank you so much and have an amazing day:))

Hello and hope you had a lovely Valentine's Day, friend!! And thank you so much for the love and support! Now, I have decided to pair you with Joby Taylor! If you've been on my page for any amount of time, y'all will know that I adore that man. So pairing him off is a huge deal and you can be sure that I feel very sure on this one! Let me explain myself.

Your interest in the alternative scene would set his alarm bells off immediately. Being a musician, he finds it so much more difficult to get along with people who aren't into it in a similar way to him. And, hey, if you collect CDs, I think he'd love comparing collections sometime. Sure, he'll judge the absolute hell out of your taste if it's not the exact same as him. But the second you start expressing hurt at his criticism, he'd sheepishly pull back, assuring you that he's just being an idiot. Because he really does want to know what you think, especially about music.

Now, one might think that your non-outgoing nature pitted against his...very outgoing personality would be a cause for conflict. But, if anything, I think that down to earth kind of disposition would be very grounding for him. He would also love getting you flustered with his more out of the box shows of affection. It would make him feel special, being able to be one of the only people who could have that effect on you so easily.

In the long run, he'd appreciate being able to form an intimate connection with someone that isn't built entirely around his rockstar persona. At the end of the day, he needs someone that he can simply be with. And I totally believe that he could just be with you, anon.

[vetusmemoriae]

I just noticed something really interesting between MCR and Lestat.

Ok, so I brought you my bullets, you brought me your love by My Chemical Romance was released on 2002, and Queen of the Damned was released too on 2002. And there's this reference in both of them...

On I brought you my bullets, you brought me your love there's the song I will focus about: Vampires will never hurt you. Obviously, the main point here is the vampire, with both this song and the film (an adaptation of the second and third book of Vampire Chronicles, focusing on Lestat). But this is not about the meaning or the characters, no...

it's about the videoclips.

For those that don't know about Queen of the Damned, it focuses on both past of Lestat (XVIII century) and his experience coming back from "coma" on the 80s. Long story short, he becomes a Rockstar, and because of this, QOTD has 3 videoclips: System, Redeemer and Forsaken, all three written my Jonathan Davies (singer of KoRn) and, in some versions, sung by him too.

I will focus on the videoclip for Forsaken. The song is great, listen to it, but for this, watch it. The references to The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (Das Kabinette des Dr. Caligari) are obvious, it is mostly a tribute to that film, and it catches the essence of it (maybe even spoils you the end).

Now, watch Vampires will never hurt you's videoclip. Notice something? Well, it isn't a direct reference to the plot of Das Kabinette (I will touch this later), but there is to German Expressionism. Look at the windows and dramatism of the eyebags... Yes, I thought of this parallelism for obvious reasons.

But you might think, "that is not enough, German Expressionism isn't only Das Kabinette". Well, I ask you to look at this short edit for Das Kabinette. MCR uses hard lighting, stops middle way to put some lines... ok, obvious, add to that the man-woman romance and the man being an outcast. Yep.

At first I thought "what a coincidence, maybe one of them was inspired by the other", well... MCR's album (including the videoclip, it was shown at the record release show) was released on May 27, 2002; Queen of the Damned, February 22, 2002. So we see that there was 3 months for MCR to see it, get inspiration and create based on the Forsaken videoclip. "Oh but it takes time and they must have thought about it befo-", WHY? It was recorded May 15-27 of the same year, this means, a minimum of 82 days for them to see it.

There are little coincidences on this life, my people!

Now what we need to know is: Is this true? And there are two ways out:

It was a mere coincidence. Both videoclips about vampires had the same movie as an inspiration (weird thing ngl). This would bring the question: Why is this movie such an inspiration for vampire-related pop-culture?

It was premeditated, just no one thought about it before for some strange reason.

So, tumblr community: Help me figure this out. Should we try to reach Gerard Way? Should we try to reach other members that worked on the project?

I trust you, tumblr, do your magic!!!!