#rockstar! reader

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Thinking about Rockstar! Reader spotting metalhead! Ellabs during a show…..

@chaiteart - who blessed our eyes with the art in the middle

Contains: small blurb that was stuck in my head

You were halfway through the final stretch of your set. Smoke machines hissed around your boots, the bassline growling beneath your voice as sweat ran like mascara down your jawline. The stage lights were brutal — red, strobe, chaos. Dressed like the devils prom date.

Just how you liked it.

Every city had its freaks, but this crowd? They were demons. Screaming, moshing, sobbing. Your name — SAINT — was glitter-painted on cleavage, scrawled across knuckles, carved into skin in places you weren’t legally allowed to sign. But your eyes caught on something dead center pit. A sign. A stupid little homemade sign, marker-heavy, outlined in flames and pink glitter.

“I’VE HAD SEX TO YOUR SONGS!”

You paused mid-step, the track bleeding out into reverb. The crowd went quiet, Your six-inch vinyl platforms clacked as you stalked toward the front of the stage, brow furrowed in playful scrutiny. You pointed straight at it.

“What’s that say?”

A spotlight followed, dramatic as hell, highlighting the girl holding it, freckled, Tank top torn at the hem, nose ring glinting, and that look of trouble in her grin. She raised the sign higher.

“I’ve had sex…to your songs?” you repeated into the mic, mock squinting. “Oh hell yeah, that’s what I’m talking about!”

The crowd roared. But you weren’t done. You leaned in, hand shielding your eyes as you stared her down.

“With who, though?”

That’s when the girl—Ellie, you’d later find out—smirked and subtly tilted her head to the side. Her fingers lifted just barely to point toward the tall, jacked woman standing next to her: muscular arms folded, face stoic, makeup smudged beneath black metal corpse paint. Her eyes were locked on the stage like a deer caught in headlights.

You grinned. Prowled like a cat. “With her?”

Ellie nodded proudly. Abby looked like she might die.

“Oh I’d pay to watch that.” You licked your bottom lip. “You two are hot.”

Ellie burst out laughing. Abby cracked a stunned, embarrassed smile, eyes dropping. She tried to play it cool—tried. But her blush gave her away.

“Catch me backstage,” you winked. “I give out t-shirts to sinners.”

[deadbeatphobos]

Amending melodies

Pairing: Rockstar! Jason Todd x Rockstar! gn! Reader

Summary: Jason helps you to write a song/ you and Jason write a song together 

A/N 1: This was inspired by how Gerard Way and Lynz Way wrote na na na na together!

A/N 2: This is kinda based on my rockstar au, which you can find here!

A/N 3: First time actually writing a full-on one-shot, so apologies if it sounds stiff/wayy too fast pacing or if the formatting is weird

Tags: established relationship, fluff

 WC: 300+

Bleak eyes frowned upon the desk below, your head hanging in misery; augh, this god damned headache. Pain wraps around your cerebrum as you rub your temples, your pinched gaze reading between the lines you’ve written on the crumpled pages ahead of you. There’s many of them… so, so many of them. Yet, you’ve kept writing. Again. And again. And again. And again. No matter the effort and frustrations put into those pieces of paper, your result never seemed to change. Perhaps giving up seemed to be the best solution.

But a new solution appears when you hear your boyfriend, Jason, come back from work, and with a warm, melodious voice and a soft kiss on the cheek. ”Jason,” You pry your tired stare off the desk, ruggedly fixing your hair to look up at the kindest man in your life.

 You love him readily, and just seeing him already has given you a glimmer of hope. ”You’re back.”  ”My sixth sense was buzzing.” He comments warmly, assisting with your quick hair-cleanup by moving a strand of hair behind your ear. ”You seem… troubled.” He frowns with concern. ”What’s all this, doll?” He took one quick look at your desk and immediately knew what was wrong

 “Let me guess, you’re tryin’ to write a new song?’’, he asked amusedly  

 ‘’Yep, I've been trying to finish writing this, but no matter what I write, I hate how it turns out, and I don't want to write about something that has been written a thousand times before. I want to write about something new! And even if i write about something, I am not like some lyrical genius like Pete Wentz. I’ve never had such a bad writer’s block before. I don't know what to even write anymore, Jay.’’ you sighed. '' You wrote multiple songs for your own band, right? Sooo could you help me?'' you mumbled

''Of course sweetheart''

The next few hours were spent on writing it. Jason mainly helped you with giving you ideas and topics to write about while you continued to write it, and he also helped you with writing the guitar tabs for your part.

The end result was a perfect mix of both you and Jason’s style of writing 

‘’Don't know what I could do without you Jay.’’ You kissed him on the cheek 

“You're welcome angel,” he whispered while smiling softly at you

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