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prpfs · 5 months

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🧸🤍 hi everyone! 21 f, pst, looking for 18+ writers! i’m just gonna go ahead and make a ton of requests on this one to avoid clogging up the inbox lmao

i’m mostly looking for fandom based rps right now, some with canon characters, some with ocs. the character i would like to play will be in bold!

the hunger games

finnick x annie

coriolanus x lucy gray

(would also maybe like to explore an oc x oc situation for the 25th games?)

stranger things

eddie x chrissy

daisy jones and the six

daisy x billy

karen x graham

house of 1000 corpses/firefly trilogy

baby x otis

bottoms

pj x hazel

harley quinn x riddler (2022)

i also have ocs for some random films, all of which i have very detailed plots for! if anyone would like to play mr. orange from reservoir dogs, max cady from cape fear (1991), or cliff booth from once upon a time… in hollywood, i would be the happiest girl in the world.

i’m also open to oc x oc, either in the universe of a fandom or entirely independent, but i often need to find a plot that really engages me for that! going off of that, i would really adore an oc x oc based on priscilla (2022), with me playing a younger female character similar to priscilla and my partner playing an older male musician similar to elvis.

now for everything else! i’m a writer with around 10 years of experience, i prefer to write on discord using tupperbox, and i like to discuss with prospective partners first to see if we are compatible! i often like to see a writing sample if possible just to make sure we have the same standards and are looking for the same things. i can write anywhere from 2-3 paragraphs to 2-3 full messages on discord (4000-6000 characters) just depending on the scene and the stakes! i consider myself to be pretty active between school and work — i’m often around to chat, and if i’m deeply invested in a plot, i can get multiple replies out daily. i would prefer partners who are also fairly active! also, bonus points if we have multiple shared fandom and can make a multimuse server.

i’m definitely okay with nsfw. i don’t typically venture too deep into taboo or dead dove territory, but some of my plots include those kinds of topics! certain plots may include 🍪 but not to an extreme degree. limits and points of interest will be discussed privately.

thank you all so much for reading! if any of this is of interest to you, please like this post and i’ll send you a message to discuss. 🤍

like if you're interested and op will get back to you

#stranger things rp #thg rp #the hunger games rp #house of 1000 corpses rp #firefly rp #bottoms rp #dc rp #fandom rp #fandom roleplay #reservoir dogs rp #cape fear 1991 rp #once upon a time in hollywood rp #dead dove

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knives-out20 · 3 years

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Hollywood Anniversary - Cliff Booth X Male!OC

Fandom: Once Upon A Time In Hollywood (2019)

Pairing: Bobby Brightside (OC) x Cliff Booth

Warnings: Swearing, Faggotry, Cradle robbing,

Notes: Welcome to the Clobby one year anniversary! On this day last year, I released the very first Clobby one shot and boy, oh boy, did I have no idea what type of an investment I was in for. These two changed my life in ways I didn't know they even could, they gave me a different perspective of love than I previously had, and they honestly mean the world to me. I'm so glad I created Bobby Brightside and that in continuing to create more content and lore for him, I've been able to create a different version of myself. Enjoy, everyone!

Bobby snuck on top of Cliff on the couch, waking him up. "Happy anniversary, Cliffy."

Cliff chuckled softly, gazing back up at Bobby with adoring eyes. "Happy anniversary to you, too, Bobby." He returned, happily taking the kiss Bobby gave him. "So what are our plans for today?"

"Ah, we always go out and do things. I thought this year we could coop up at home, just the two of us..." Bobby looked up, at Brandy playing with a chew toy by the stairs. "...And Brandy."

"Sounds good." Cliff nodded.

Bobby brought Cliff's left hand up to his lips, kissing the ring on his finger. "I love you. I'm happy this is here and I'm so much fucking more glad that you're here...with me."

Cliff slowly sat up, Bobby shuffling off of him.

There was a knock at the front door.

Cliff furrowed his eyebrows. "...Are we expecting anyone?"

Bobby could barely contain an excited smile. "Only a chauffeur."

"A chauffeur?" Cliff repeated, standing up after Bobby. "You're insane."

"I'm a liar, and you love me. You're in love with a liar. C'mon, get your shoes on." Bobby walked over to the front door, sliding on a pair of his shoes. He whistled for Brandy, who dropped her toy and padded over.

Cliff shook his head, following Bobby's lead. "Who's the driver?"

Bobby unlocked his door, swinging it open. "Frankie!" He welcomed, enveloping his buddy in a tight hug.

Frankie hugged him back. "Hey, Bobby- um, Cliff- uh, both." He greeted, his newly-washed Plymouth sparkling in Bobby's driveway. Frankie pulled away from the hug first, tipping his hat. "Your chariot a-a-awaits, you two."

Bobby clapped his hands as he giggled, gesturing for Cliff to follow.

Cliff locked the front door behind them, Brandy at his side as they got into Frankie's car.

Frankie started the car, pulling out of the driveway. "H-Happy anniversary, you guys. Uh...from the Buddies, 'n' Ramon, MJ...Bruce, too! And Soup 'n' Dolly...And Diana. Best for last."

"You're so good for her." Bobby cooed, "thanks, by the way."

Cliff slid an arm around Bobby's shoulders, Brandy panting with her head out the window. "Yea, thanks."

Frankie nodded in return, Freddy & The Dreamers playing through the car's speakers.

"So..." Cliff started. "Where exactly are we going?"

"I'm strictly pro-prohibited from telling you- telling you that...Sorry."

Cliff looked at Bobby, who simply grinned. "Alright, no worries. Guess we'll find out."

"That's- That's- That's the plan!"

Bobby leaned his head on Cliff's shoulder, one hand rubbing Brandy's back.

"It's sweet that you thought to bring Brandy along on...this...whatever this is." Cliff giggled.

"Hey, she's part of us." Bobby gestured his free hand between Cliff and himself. "She only deserves to."

Frankie slowed to a stop by a beautiful green field, a prominent tree in the near distance. "Think you can walk the- the walk?"

"To the tree?" Cliff inquired.

"Mhm."

"Uh, yea, no, definitely."

Bobby pushed open the door on his right, letting Brandy out first. He climbed out the car and ran around it to open Cliff's door for him.

Cliff poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue. "Thank you."

Bobby closed the door behind him. "No problem. Thanks, Frankilicious! See you later!"

Frankie nodded and waved, quick to drive off.

Bobby took Cliff's hand in his own, leading Brandy and his beloved over to a tree.

As Cliff and him drew closer to the tree, he could make out more and more things; a picnic blanket and basket, some beer, a record player with a stack of records next to it, and a swing tied to the tree that gave the blanket shade. "Woah..." He breathed, eyes jumping between Bobby, and then the sight, then Bobby, then the sight. "You planned all this?"

"Yup." Bobby replied. "With some help from my Buddies." He sat down on one part of the blanket once they reached it, Cliff doing the same.

Brandy opted for an off-blanket spot on the borderline of the shade and the sunlight.

Bobby cracked open a bottle of beer, instantly offering it to Cliff.

Cliff took it, letting Bobby open a bottle of his own.

"That stack o'er there-" Bobby gestured to the record stack. "Has the Buddies, the Stones, other stuff I like, and a lotta of the stuff you like. Take your pick, mango."

Cliff carefully set down his beer bottle, rifling through the stack. He choose a Paul Revere & The Raiders album, sliding out the vinyl and setting it on the record player. Cliff slowly set the needle down, and the record started to spin.

"Nice choice." Bobby tilted his head, taking a sip from his bottle.

Cliff peaked inside the basket. "This is unbelievable, moonlight."

"Better believe it, sunlight." Bobby raised his eyebrows, watching the reality slowly sink into Cliff. God, he loves Cliff so much- he'd tell the same to anyone who'd listen.

"I love Cliff," Bobby could start off with. "He's my God, he really is. He makes everything I'm fighting for, worth fighting for. Cliff believes in all of it, he's told me from the day he met me. Fighting for him, his love, his attention...It took a lot of work, no fuckin' doubt, but hey, I won him, didn't I? I got him. I got Cliff Booth." He'd smile. "I got the only thing the entire universe that could ever matter to me. What's better than that?"

Bobby drank some more of his beer and Cliff pulled out a sandwich from the basket, starting to chow down on it. "Y'know, Monte 'n' Peep made the sweets that're in there. And Deep 'n' Maria helped me make some spicy-vodka-pasta concoction, it's in some Tupperware in there-"

"'Spicy vodka pasta'?" Cliff repeated, eyes going wide.

"Yea!" Bobby nodded. "I can't wait to dig into it. Sounds scary, right? And yet...I'm goddamn intrigued."

"God, Bobby, this is..." Cliff hung his head, to badly hide his bright smile. "This is amazing, you seriously didn't need to do all this for-"

"Ah, ah, ah!" Bobby cut Cliff off, raising a hand. "Yes, I did. C'mon, quit lying in the bad way." He pouted, scooting closer to Cliff. Bobby took a quick sip of his beer, then diving in to kiss Cliff. When he pulled away, he pat Cliff's cheek.

"I love you."

"Yea, I love you, too."

***

It was nightfall, and Bobby and Cliff were still under the tree on the soft picnic blanket.

Brandy fell asleep under the swing.

Bobby lay on top of Cliff, their lips locked with one of his hands raked into Cliff's blond hair.

Both of Cliff's arms were around Bobby's waist, holding him.

Bobby pulled way, taking a breather to look at Cliff.

Cliff smiled slightly. "Today was nice." He muttered.

"Glad you liked it." Bobby answered, beaming. He glanced over at Brandy, "knocked the hell outta Brandy, though."

Cliff and Bobby giggled. "Yea, runnin' around a pretty field probably tuckered her out." He shrugged, stealing another kiss from Bobby. "Thank you for all this, by the way. It means a lot- I mean, obviously. You mean more, though." Cliff looked straight up, at the moon peaking through the leaves in the tree.

Bobby winked, "I'm flattered, baby."

"Happy anniversary, Bobby." Cliff told, focusing in on Bobby once more.

Bobby refrained from answering, listening to the Stones play on the record player. His smile somehow grew, as he knew for sure he couldn't possibly be happier with anyone other than the blond stuntman he was with, in that moment. "Happy anniversary, Cliff."

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knives-out20 · 3 years

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Nightlife - Cliff Booth x Male!OC

Fandom: Once Upon A Time In Hollywood (2019)

Pairing: Bobby Brightside (OC) x Cliff Booth

Warnings: Swearing, Slight angst but not really, Deep’s in rehab, Faggotry, Fluff, OOC Cliff but I don’t care it’s literally midnight here give me a break,

Notes: Another Love by Tom Odell got me in a MOOD. Also, I firmly believe in the theory that Aldo Raine and Cliff Booth are the same person and nothing, not even Quentin Tarantino himself, can take that away from me.

Cliff stirred himself awake, not having a source of light asides from the moonlight shining in though the window. He groaned quietly as he rubbed his eye, his other arm outstretching to reach for Bobby. Cliff expected Bobby to have been weirdly awoken, too.

He did not expect his hand to meet an empty half of the bed.

Cliff turned his head, realizing he was alone in bed- not even in bed, but the entire room, as well. He slowly sat up, the wind coming in through the open window sending him chills. “Bobby-?” Cliff whispered, growing worried. He finally took note of his sense of hearing, and noticed a noise coming from the open window.

Singing? No, he couldn’t make out any words, and it sounded close enough to be able to hear words if any were being sung.

Cliff silently got out of bed, carefully putting on a black t-shirt over his bare torso. He trudged across the room and onto the balcony that the window led to, looking around. Cliff then looked onto the roof of the house.

Bobby lay across the upward-slanted roof, one leg straight out and the other one bent so that his foot was flat on the roof. He held a guitar in his arms, softly strumming and vocalizing to himself. Not quiet enough for Cliff to not hear him, but also not loud enough for the whole street to hear him.

One corner of Cliff’s lips perked up, hands on his hips. He squinted up at Bobby. “Hey, Bobby” Cliff whispered, louder than he did before. “Bobby.”

Bobby opened his eyes, looking down at Cliff. “Oh...hey.”

“What’re you doin’?”

“Doin’ some late-night practicing” Bobby shrugged, no longer playing his guitar. “I couldn’t sleep, and I didn’t wanna wake you up. You looked so...peaceful, I could never fuckin’ ruin that.”

Cliff chuckled breathlessly. “You’re sweet.”

Bobby hummed in response. “I thought to myself, what’s the next best thing that could distract me from my thoughts, if I can’t use Cliff? And, like fate, the moon comin’ in through the window shone onto this guitar. You can physically see the rest of this tale in front of you.”

“Indeed I can” Cliff nodded. He turned around, at the illuminated streets of Hollywood before him. Cliff looked up at Bobby. “Wanna take a walk?”

“Now?” Bobby scoffed.

“Night’s ripe for the takin’. You couldn’t sleep, I can’t sleep, neither of us are in the mood to get each other tired out tonight-”

“Oh my god-”

Cliff shook his head. “We could walk around for a bit. Talk, just me ‘n’ you.”

“And if any rampant hippies come our way? Like back in August?”

“I’ll fend ‘em off like last time, but this time I’m sober. And you’ll be awake as hell.”

Bobby winked, putting his finger on his nose. “Every man for himself.”

“Alright, alright, get down here” Cliff waved his hand dismissively.

Bobby giggled as he slid back onto the balcony. The next few minutes were a blur of Cliff and him getting ready to go outside, next thing he knew being that he was on his front lawn.

Cliff came up behind him. “I locked the front door. We should be good, c’mon.”

Bobby took Cliff’s hand in his own, beginning their walk down the sidewalk.

“When did you...” Cliff paused, clearing his throat. “Last hear from Deep? Or about him?”

Bobby gulped. “Uh...he checked in, when he checked in. When you get into rehab, a sort of wall builds between you and the outside world until you check out. That wall is up super-duper-ooper strong” he told, scratching his chin with his free hand. “I can’t wait to see him again. And it’ll be better than any other time I’ve seen him again, because he himself will be better. He’ll have grown, and become a better person than he was the last time we saw him. Hopefully happier, and healthier. You- You know yourself, on our relationship with drugs. Yours, mine, Deep’s, the other Buddies’, Deep just...Y’know.”

“Yea” Cliff agreed swiftly. “The band feels empty without him, eh?”

“Sure does.”

Cliff squeezed Bobby’s hand. “I know that feeling.”

“Hm?”

“When I just woke up without you...I think I know how you feel when I ain’t around” Cliff admitted. “The window was wide open, I was cold, and the room was dark and empty. It felt weird, man. I didn’t like it at all. Then, I found you on the roof, and I couldn’t stop smiling ‘cause I had you back with me.”

“Now you know how I fuckin’ feel, tough guy, welcome to my world” Bobby teased. “But seriously, I can’t even imagine life without you now, sunlight.”

“You’ve told me so, moonlight. Way too many times for me to count, but enough for me to know it’s true” Cliff beamed, hence his endearingly-given nickname, ‘sunlight’.

“Seriously! I- I mean, I’d rather fucking like...I’d rather get stabbed thirty times, drown, get run over by a car, bathe in lemon juice while I’m covered in fresh cuts, or get beat the fuck out of, instead of see you leave me. I’d rather-”

“Woah, cowboy” Cliff whistled, raising his hand to silence Bobby- it worked. “Feeling’s mutual, trust me...Really, trust me.”

“I’d never think otherwise.”

Cliff licked his lips as they continued walking. “When I try thinking of life without you, I’m thrown back into like...life before you.”

“Like, with...with her-?

“Before her too, actually. Back when I was in the war.”

“Oh, yea, Mr. War Veteran Macho Army Lieutenant man is gonna lecture me of his days in the trench” Bobby mocked, but Cliff and him both knew Bobby loved listening to Cliff just talk. Talk, and talk, and talk about anything and everything.

“Yea, I had this little group of soldiers with me- a lot of ‘em were Jewish, like, uh, like Frankie. I was kinda their leader, and I lost a lot of ‘em along the way. Except for two people. I had this pal, Utivich...he’s probably off in Manhattan somewhere with his gal and the books he wrote. And then there was...” Cliff inhaled sharply, eyes darting down to the sidewalk he tread across.

Bobby tilted his head, lightly nudging Cliff. “Cliffy-?”

“There was a man I had. Before you, and before Billie” Cliff explained, the name bouncing around in his head: Joshua. “His name was Joshua...Joshua Margolis.”

“Fancy name.”

“Yea, I know. He was a fancy guy. We grew up side-by-side but in completely different upbringings. We entered the war together, and left it together. Y’know, you remind me of him, and- and I know this is probably a bad or weird thing t’say-”

“No, no, no” Bobby cut Cliff off, instantly shaking his head. “No, not at all. Tell me about him” he insisted, thumb stroking Cliff’s hand.

Cliff smiled in reminisce. “You both have dark hair, brown. You’re both shorter than me, but not enough for it to have been noticeable. You both just wanted a better world for anyone whose lives were argued against it. He was Jewish, and dating me, a man, so it’s obvious who he wanted to help. You’re both sweet, and real fighters, mentally and physically. I wish you could’ve met him if you weren’t so young around then. You would’ve loved him.”

“Would he have loved me?”

“Oh, no doubt about it, honey” Cliff chortled. “But he’s long gone now. Then came and left Billie. Then came you. And nobody I’ve ever been with, not even Joshua, has made me feel like you do....Safe.”

“I make you feel safe?” Bobby’s eyes went wide.

“Lower your voice, damn-” Cliff shushed him, looking around cautiously. “Weirdly, yes. And it’s strange, ‘cause I know how I make you feel safe, and- and I pride myself on that. I wanna continue making you feel safe, and at home, while you also do the same to me.”

Bobby looked up at Cliff in wonder.

Cliff looked a bit nervous. “You okay, baby-?”

“I love you.”

Cliff’s lips broke out into a soft smile. “I love you too, Bobby.”

The two kept walking, turning a corner that Bobby knew led back to his house.

“I fight because the world isn’t a good place. It hasn’t been one to me, most days, and it hasn’t been one to other people, everyday. And I- like Joshua, I guess- wanna fucking change that shit. But,” Bobby brought Cliff’s knuckles to his lips, placing a long, adoring kiss onto them. “I forgive the world because it has you in it.”

Cliff felt himself, and dare I say it, blushing. Luckily, it didn’t show under streetlights they passed. “Jeez, man” Cliff giggled.

Bobby smiled to himself. “Ready to head back home?”

Cliff gestured between himself and Bobby, “I already am.”

Bobby shoved Cliff lightly, their giggles melding into one, amazing sound. He led them back to their house, but Bobby knew Cliff had a point.

If Cliff was with Bobby, Cliff’s at home.

If Bobby was with Cliff, Bobby’s at home.

And there’s no changing that.

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knives-out20 · 3 years

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Mistake - Bobby & The Buddies

Fandom: Once Upon A Time In Hollywood (2019)

Pairings: Bobby Brightside (OC) x Cliff Booth, StarBeep, DeepSpace, Platonic!Geep,

Warnings: Swearing, Faggotry, Probably sad, The end is here, Unrealistic timeskipping because Cliff hasn’t physically changed much,

Notes: Finally, the KISS & The Buddies crossover finale is here! We can get back to normal form hereon after, woo! There may or may not be minor references to this series in future Clobby oneshots, but overall, this is it. Ramon Valdovinos is my newest OUATIC OC; faceclaimed by young Benicio Del Toro, he’s The Buddies’ manager. Enjoy!

Bobby poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue as he, Cliff, and the Buddies looked up at the tall members of KISS.

For what was probably the last time- ever, or for now, was beyond him. He didn’t wanna think about it.

As long as no one insinuated the first idea (ever) to Beep and Deep, he ought to be fine.

Bobby felt Cliff put his hand on his shoulder, the man’s touch alone helping him through whatever life was. He looked up at Starchild. “So...this is it, huh?” Bobby rhetorically asked.

Starchild tilted his head from side to side. “For the most part. With our diverging schedules and plans for our bands, we can’t take your band on tour with us. And you can’t take us with you. Besides, you weren’t gonna be our openers forever. The Buddies were bound to get separate attention sooner or later.”

Maria nodded a bit. “Fun while it lasted, though. Didn’t think the seventies could’ve been any better if our bands hadn’t crossed paths.”

“We think so, too” Gene grunted. “That’s one thing we thanked Peter for, before...y’know...”

Maria hummed in understanding, rubbing Frankie’s back.

“You sure we can’t take you guys to Australia with us?” Eric Carr, the new drummer for KISS, spoke up.

Bobby scoffed. “Ramon thinks it’s best for us to start small and work our way up. Around California, then the USA, the continent, and make our way up to a world tour” he explained.

“We’re- We’re not, like, shaming you for jumping onto a world tour, though.” Frankie held his hand sup.

“Fuck knows you guys deserve it” Peep added, eyes shining despite their dark colour.

“Thank you” Starchild smiled.

Cliff had both his hands on Bobby’s shoulders, massaging gently. “Would it make sense to thank you guys for letting Bobby’s band open for you guys these past years...?” He asked. “They were decently popular before you guys, and I feel that you kinda pushed that forward to be even more-so.”

Starchild nodded, “it kinda would- you’re welcome.”

Bobby glanced up at Cliff, hiding a smile behind Bobby’s brown hair.

Beep, Ace, and Deep had been quiet thus far. Which was new; Ace never shut up whether it be laughing or talking, and Beep ‘n’ Deep were usually the most talkative two in the band.

Beep had his hands behind his back, feet shuffling and shifting in dead silence.

Ace picked at his costume, occasionally patting down his hair and looking up at the ceiling.

Deep held his left upper arm with his right hand, eyes glued down to his beat-up shoes.

The two bands dispersed into their own groups, Beep and Deep separately standing by themselves.

Ace approached Deep, “hey.”

Deep glanced up at him. “Hey.”

Ace cooed softly, using a finger to tilt Deep’s head up. “It’s a wonder how I’m still somehow taller than ya, huh?”

“Man-” Deep swatted his hand away, fighting back a smile. “Shut up.”

Ace trailed his hand down to Deep’s left upper arm, thumb stroking the tattoo he had gotten years back. “I can’t sneak you into any of my luggage, can I?”

“Wish y’could. But I got a double-life here, with the comedy and the band.”

“Yea, I know. I’ll ring your line, though. Through calls and letters and whatever else I can do....a mail carrier pigeon?”

Deep snorted, “you’re unbelievable.”

“Like I haven’t heard you say that enough times already.”

Deep looked up at Ace, gulping.

The corner of Ace’s lips twitched up into a slight, sad grin. “I’ll miss you while we’re down ‘n’ out ‘n’ wherever.”

“I’ll miss you too...What’s gonna happen to us?”

Ace sucked his teeth, emotions unable to hide behind his ghostly-coloured makeup. “No clue, but we’ll manage. Can’t be that hard if we keep in contact like I said earlier.”

“I guess.”

Ace clenched his jaw, thinking of what to say next.

“Think your hair will grow back next time I see ya?”

He giggled, reaching a hand up to feel his now-shorter hair. “Hope so. I know how much you like it long so you could-”

“Ace.”

“I’m joking” Ace winked playfully. “We’ll see. Think you can get it that long?”

“Never in a million years!”

Ace laughed, clapping his hands together.

The only sight Deep could ever want to see, the only one he needed. His finger traced the tattoo on his arm, it was of 'Frehley Forever’ in Ace’s handwriting.

“I’ll see you in time for your birthday, though. In November?”

“Yea.”

“I’ll see you in November” Ace chirped in a sing-song voice, earning an airy chuckle from Deep. “If not, I’ll send some stuff back to ya, a few gifts, maybe. If we’re in Australia still, maybe a kangaroo.”

Deep laughed.

Ace smiled in adoration as he leaned in, softly kissing over the tattoo on Deep’s arm before kissing Deep’s lips themselves. “Love you, Derek.”

“Love you too.” Deep mumbled, his airy chuckle turning into a typical laugh when Ace did what he always did; ruffle Deep’s hair.

Starchild and Beep looked away from the two, and back at one another.

Beep looked up at Starchild twitching. “Y’gonna miss my tics when you’re away?” He joked.

“More than anything” Starchild played along, Beep’s eyes trailing the outline of the black star around his eye. “I’ll miss you more, in and of itself. Shame you’re not short enough to fit in my jacket and come along with us, eh?”

Beep chortled. “First time I’m too tall for something, I’ll say.”

Starchild cupped Beep’s cheek, soft to the touch. “I’ll try keepin’ in touch. I won’t give up on us if you won’t. But as the Bobby of this band-” the two shared a giggle, “I’ll most likely be distant, literally. It’ll be busy.”

“I never could.” Beep assured him, hands interlocking with Starchild’s bigger ones and giving them quick squeezes. “See if Gene can send over free KISS merchandise” he sarcastically recommended.

“I’ll think about it” Starchild winked. He pulled Beep closer, fingers tracing down Beep’s neck. “I’ll be hot blooded f’you” Starchild referenced.

Beep felt his face flush, knowing what he was referencing.

“Check it and see?”

Beep kissed his teeth, dragging his tongue across his teeth. “I’ve got a fever of a hundred and three.”

Starchild grinned, bringing Beep’s hand up to kiss it, imprinting it with a red lipstick stain.

One Beep wishes he could keep forever. He gestured for Starchild to lean down, pulling him in to imprint the red lipstick over his own lips.

Peep slunk over to Gene, looking all the way up a him. “Gene.” She bowed.

Gene exhaled through his nose. “Peep.” He returned, bowing a bit.

“If you’re gone, who’s gonna protect me from secret serial killers?” Peep inquired.

Gene groaned, shaking his head. “I’m sure your brothers can manage” he shrugged.

“Benji and Derek? Wow, you sure have higher hopes for them, don’t’cha?”

“I don’t see in ‘em what Starchild and Ace see, but, yes.”

“Well, course you don’t. What Starchild and Ace see in ‘em is what you see in Dolly” Peep reminded, though it wasn’t something Gene needed reminding of.

“Y’got that right” Gene nodded. “That aside, you’re a strong lady, Penelope. You’re more than capable of takin’ care of yourself. Ain’t that right? I mean, you’re not so scared o’me anymore, right? That’s a feat.”

Peep lightly punched his arm. “Shut up” he giggled.

Gene smiled down at her, patting the top of her head. “If you’re ever really in so much trouble, I’m sure y’know how to get to me.”

“I do.” Peep smiled.

Gene grinned. “Y’gonna miss this?” He asked, sticking out his horrifically long tongue.

Peep groaned in fake-disgust, turning away. “Gross, this is a question for Dolly, not me-”

Gene cackled, throwing his head back a bit.

Peep smiled proudly, hands on her hips. Making Gene laugh- or so much as smile- was a rare feat she had only seen Ace achieve thus far (”look! It’s rock and roll!”).

Bobby watched the Sweeneys converse with their government-assigned KISS members (as he liked to joke), gaze flickering to the floor in melancholy.

“You okay, babe?”

Bobby reached a hand up, carefully cupping Cliff’s cheek. He hummed in response. “I dunno when we’re gonna see ‘em again, mango. What if we never have time to hang out again? What if shit goes down and we have to stop hanging up with one of ‘em, or someone breaks up with someone else and it’s all weird?” He inquired. “I dunno, I just...as much as I liked the Buddies being independent, opening for ‘em as cool as hell.”

Cliff kissed Bobby’s palm. “Somethin’ tells me this isn’t the end, Bobby. They may not be your employers or technical-band-mates anymore, but they’re still your friends” he answered, kissing the top of Bobby’s head. “And we know a thing or two about friends, don’t we?”

“All sorts’a stuff.”

“Exactly. We know lots of the outcomes that this friendship with Gene, Peter- uh, Eric now, Paul, and Ace could come to. We’re ready for any of them anyways, amirite?”

“Right.” Bobby had the ghost of a smile on his face as he craned his head up to look at Cliff, though upside down. “God, you’re my religion.”

“Love you too” Cliff purred, kissing Bobby’s nose.

Backtracking to Deep and Ace, Ace’s hand in Deep’s hair.

Deep glanced down at his watch, literally watching as each second with Ace slipped away. Each of Beep’s seconds with Starchild. Each of Peep’s seconds with Gene. “I just wanna stay here forever.”

“Y’do?” Ace arched a brow.

“‘Cause I know in the mornin’, you’ll be gone. And the morning after that- rats, then the next ones after that.”

Ace gulped, pulling Deep in and tightly hugging him. “Bring it in, man.”

Deep wrapped his arms around Ace’s neck, a hand in his pitch black, but godly soft hair. “Ace?”

Ace pulled away from the hug, a hand cupping Deep’s cheek. Their noses were inches apart. “Yea?”

Deep glanced down at his tattoo. “Don’t make a mistake outta me, alright?”

Ace fought back a knowing grin, simply nodding. “Never on any planet, baby.”

Beep, meanwhile, bit the edge of his lip. “Starry?”

Starchild looked down at him, “mhm?”

Beep looked at the red lips on his hand. “Don’t make a- make a mistake out of me, alright? Out of, uh, us.”

Starchild’s eyebrows furrowed together a bit. “Y’know how I say I can see into the future, Benji?”

Beep squinted, confused. “Yea-?”

“I can say for certain that I don’t see that happening.” Starchild chuckled.

Beep slowly smiled, feeling a twinge of relief. “I love you, Starry.”

“Yea, I love you too.”

Peep tilted his head. “Gene, y’better not make a mistake out of our friendship while you’re gone.”

Gene narrowed his eyes. “How could I-?”

“I dunno, but just don’t” Peep shrugged, rolling up an imaginary sleeve.

Gene scoffed, saluting her. “Aye-Aye, Penelope.”

Bobby smiled to himself, Cliff’s hand going up and under his shirt. “I’ll miss ‘em.”

“Yea, me too” Cliff agreed. “But this isn’t the end, remember?”

“Far from it.”

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Happen - Bobby & The Buddies

Fandom: Once Upon A Time In Hollywood (2019)

Pairings: Bobby Brightside (OC) x Cliff Booth, StarBeep, DeepSpace,

Warnings: Swearing, Faggotry, Beep being dumb, Please just bare with me, Reminder that in this universe I Was Made For Loving You is a Buddies song not a KISS song,

Notes: There’s probably gonna be one or two more KISS-Buddies oneshots after this before we’re done. Thanks for those who bothered reading these weird slasher(?) oneshots, they’re probably cringey as hell but they’re all I had going for me. Enjoy!

Beep ran his hands through his brown hair, humming one of the Buddies’ songs to himself. “I was made for lovin’ you, baby, you were made for lovin’ me” he mumbled.

“That was one of your early songs, isn’t it?”

Beep jumped, turning around. Though, he could recall that voice anywhere. “Hey, Star.”

Starchild nodded back in greeting, chuckling a bit. “Sorry.”

“Nah, it’s fine. I think Frankie’s rubbin’ off on me” Beep shrugged. “Anyway, uh, yea. Early-mid sixties material. Seems like so long ago...”

Starchild crossed his arms, face full of makeup as per always. “You hear ‘bout Ace and Deep?”

“Yea. Finally, right?”

Starchild exhaled through his nose, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “If only it were that easy, sometimes.”

“Tell me about it” Beep gulped, looking him up and down. Starchild wasn’t wearing those huge boots, so he reached up to about the singer’s neck area.

God, these guys were so tall.

Beep sniffed. “Oh, to be enamored by that wild hyena cackle, right?” He joked, earning Starchild’s giggling in reply.

“He hears that laugh and goes running to its source.”

“Yea, and Ace is funny as all hell, and I’m glad he thinks the same of me, Penny, and Derek, but like...I can’t see him like Derek does” Beep explained.

Starchild hummed in understanding. “Do you see anyone the way he sees Ace?”

Beep’s eyes went wide under his sunglasses. “Uh, yea, I get a kick outta someone I know. I dunno what to do about it, though. From what I heard, Ace’s and Derek’s moment just...” he filled his cheeks up with air, and slowly deflated them. “Happened. For me, I- I- I don’t know how to ‘happen’” he told, head twitching.

Starchild stepped closer, tilting his head. “How has it ‘happened’ in the past?”

“Oh, well, uh...” Beep glanced away in thought. “Last time, I just-” another twitch, “I just told ‘er. Straight-up.”

“Then just do that.”

Beep scoffed, looking up at Starchild in a ‘seriously’?’ way. “Y’kidding? Not everyone likes me the way I like them.”

“You’d be surprised” Starchild raised his eyebrows, grinning slightly.

Beep’s face scrunched up in confusion, heart beat racing. What was happening right now. “Just tell ‘em?”

“Yea.”

“Like how it happened last time?”

“And it’ll happen again.”

Beep took a deep breath, cheeks filling with the usual heat that Starchild gifted them with. “Alright, well, uh...” he shifted his feet, tugging the collar of his shirt. “Wanna go out sometime?”

“Yea, just like that.”

Beep felt his heart fall out of his ass. He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “Dang it, I-”

“I’m kidding.” Starchild laughed, clapping his hands together. “I’d love to.”

Beep’s face flushed. “Really?”

“Yea, Benji” Starchild insisted. “C’mon, your crush was pretty obvious to anyone who wasn’t you. It’s adorable” he teased.

“Oh my god-”

“Hey, hey-” Starchild tilted Beep’s head up. “At least I feel the same way, right?” He winked.

Beep looked away shyly, nodding once. “Yea. I- I know a good bar down the road. We could...head down there sometime.”

“That’d be cool. But I’m leaving if they play a single one of our songs” Starchild joked.

Beep laughed, shaking his head. “Yea, no way, I’m runnin’ right along with ya. Now c’mon, I hear the others heading out.”

Starchild pulled away, taking Beep’s hand and bringing it up to his lips. He kissed it, and pulled away once more to leave the room.

Beep blinked, looking down at his hand. He stared at the red lipstick mark Starchild left on it, lips curling into a soft smile. “Damn him” Beep giggled, hand curling into a fist. He looked up at where Starchild had left, smile growing as he jogged after him.

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Conversation Pits Of Fate - Bobby & The Buddies

Fandom: Once Upon A Time In Hollywood (2019)

Pairings: Bobby Brightside (OC) x Cliff Booth, DeepSpace,

Warnings: Swearing, Faggotry, Flirting, What is going ON, Still no collar kink I swear to god yall what the fuck, Please send help,

Notes: yehhhebhehehe.

Bobby, his Buddies, Cliff, Dolly, and of course the members of KISS were scattered around his home during one of their (now usual) hangouts.

The men of KISS were all still in their makeup (some still in costume), being that they didn’t want to take it off after soundcheck.

Deep and Ace happened to be alone in Bobby’s conversation pit.

Deep leaned back in his seat, arms propped up onto the head cushions. “Penelope told me that Gene told her you showed up to your audition in two different coloured sneakers. That right?”

Ace sighed in reminisce, nodding to confirm. “One orange, one red. I was poor as hell, man. I dropped by with my best friend Chris, Paul ‘n’ Gene liked what they heard, and boom. Space Ace.”

Deep hummed in reply.

“I also actually came up with our logo.”

“For real?”

“Yea, dude” Ace scooted closer to Deep, black lips pulled into a smile.

Deep dropped his arm- the one closer to Ace- and cleared his throat. “Y’know, for the Buddies, we were all friends with Bobby prior to the band’s formation. Bobby was just like ‘what if we started a band?’ and we all kinda went along with it.”

“Yea, that sounds better than starting a band with complete strangers. At least they didn’t jump me” Ace joked.

Deep chuckled, “yea. Penny, Benji and I are hella lucky we’re able to juggle our comedy trio work with the band, or else all hell would break loose” he told, eyes tracing the outlines of the silver stars Ace would put around his eyes.

Ace reached out, lightly pinching Derek’s cheek. “Look at you doing little funny acts with your brother ‘n’ sister,” he teased, “adorable.”

“Man-” Deep scoffed, swatting Ace’s hand away. “Buzz off.”

Ace imitated bee-like buzzing noises, pulling his arm away. “How long you been doin’ this for, anyway?”

“Since we were, like, around your age.”

“You make yourself sound so much older than me, shut the hell up” Ace chortled. “Cliff’s the oldest one we got, relax.”

Deep shrugged, exhaling through his nose. “As you wish.”

Ace tilted his head, his gaze on Deep interested and, well, deep. “Sight for sore eyes, y’know that?”

“What is?”

“You, dipshit.”

Deep smiled, poking the inside of his tongue. “Funny, I could say the same about you.”

“But you’ve only ever seen me with this heavy makeup on.”

“I don’t believe I need to see you without makeup to know you’re a sight for sore eyes. Ace. Y’just are. No changin’ that, with or without makeup.”

Ace blinked, glancing away in embarrassment. “You’re making me blush” he mocked, waving his hand in a dismissive manner.

Deep shook his head. “There’s a reason why you’re the Spaceman, Ace.”

“Oh, yea? Why?” Ace raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious. He had no idea what was coming.

“’Cause, Ace. You’re out of this world.”

Ace playfully shoved Deep, “last straw, Derek. Weirdo.”

“Says you.”

“You’re weird, though” Ace insisted, scooting even closer.

“You’re even moreso.”

“No, you are.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s you, Spacey” Deep raised his eyebrows. “Rats, who else could it be?”

“You!” Ace exclaimed his answer, drawing closer.

Deep sat in a way where he directly faced Ace, snorting. “Ace, you’re definitely one of the weirdest people I know. C’mon.”

“Funny, I could say the same about you” Ace whispered, winking at Deep.

Deep leaned back ever so slowly, rolling his eyes. “Copycat.”

“I’m not Peter, I’m afraid.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing. I’d rather you over Peter any day” Deep grinned.

Ace leaned closer, slowly getting Deep’s back against the pit seats. He looked down at Deep, smiling sweetly despite their situation and the air of it all.

Deep gulped, relaxing his body where he lay. “You’re weird for doing this.”

“You’re weird for letting it happen.”

“Is that homophobia?”

“So you’re saying this is inherently gay? Huh? Two guys can’t just chill in a buddy’s conversation pit like this?”

“Touche.” Deep nervously licked his lips. “But, you’re still weird.”

“Want in on a secret?” Ace inquired, glancing around the room; they were still alone. He leaned down, close to Deep’s face. “You’re still fucking weirder” Ace mumbled.

Deep sighed softly, looking up at Ace in automatic admiration.

Ace’s lips parted slightly, white teeth shining through from between his dark, and yet inviting, lips.

Silence.

Not tense, not awkward, but comfortable enough for neither Deep nor Ace to move. Just stare up/down at one another, tension creeping up their narrow backs.

Ace’s eyes flickered down to Deep’s long nose, possibly a bit further below.

But Deep didn’t follow Ace’s gaze, he kept his eyes on Ace’s eyes, locked in on the darkness of them. Beautiful and brown, he could stare at them all day.

Sometimes he can’t help it, especially with the way Ace’s painted silver stars frame them so perfectly. Ace’s eyes convey so many emotions, sometimes the man doesn’t need to speak to express how he feels.

And to Deep, those eyes were so, so, so beautiful.

Ace looked back at Deep’s eyes, creeping in closer.

And Deep let it happen, semi-involuntarily deceiving himself to look at Ace’s lips.

Ace came closer, Deep allowing it when their lips meet. His eyelids hid Deep’s favourite sight from view, but Deep didn’t mind because he did the same.

Deep’s hands rested at either side of his head, Ace holding one of them (he used his other hand to keep himself up properly).

Ace allowed himself to get lost in the moment, one possibly long overdue. He pressed himself against Deep gently, letting go of his hand. Ace hooked two fingers around the ring of Deep’s collar- the one Deep wore often, the one Ace loved so much- and used it to tug Deep closer, in order to deepen the kiss.

Deep grunted quietly, but couldn’t lie and say he didn’t like when Ace tugged him like that. But that’s for another day. Right now, he had to focus on the fact that he was kissing Ace fuckin’ Frehley.

Ace trailed two fingers up Deep’s leg and ghost around the hem of Deep’s skirt, but was able to hold himself back from trailing his hands up and under them like he told Deep he would. He pulled away, and instantly started giggling at the sight. “Derek, it looks like you took some weird cocaine and made out with some charcoal.”

Deep kissed his teeth, trailing his teeth with his tongue while he grinned up at Ace.

Ace let out a low whistle, leaning back in and kissing Ace again. “Damn you, Derek Sweeney” he muttered against Deep’s lips, tugging him closer by his collar ring again.

Peter pulled away from the crack in the door, silent as the night but sure as hell at what he just witnessed in that second. Swiftly, he crept down the hall and far way from the room Ace and Deep occupied. Peter figured he’d better keep this to himself. He didn’t talk much, anyway. But also, this entire matter is in Ace’s and Deep’s hands.

Surely they could handle that themselves.

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Just Bandmates Being Bros - Cliff Booth x Male!OC

Fandom: Once Upon A Time In Hollywood (2019)

Pairings: Bobby Brightside (OC) x Cliff Booth, StarBeep, DeepSpace,

Warnings: Swearing, Faggotry, Please help me,

Notes: haha....ha....These aren’t getting as many notes as my normal Cliff x Bobby oneshots which I kinda feel bad about but then again I made this account to write whatever I wanted. Social media and a couple friends have molded me into caring about likes and reblogs and notes more than actually doing what I want/like and writing in general, so I’ll do what I can to break out of that mold. I do believe I understand why this KISS x Buddies crossover may be doing less popular but you guys gotta understand, if it weren’t for me getting into KISS, you guys would be getting dryass Clobby oneshots and nobody, including me, wants that. This crossover thing is all I have the motivation to write as of now, so just let it happen lol

Bobby’s thumb stroked Cliff’s hand smoothly, looking down at his Converse in thought. “Do you think it’s uncomfortable, or- or like...weird?”

Cliff arched a brow, glancing at Bobby. “For what?”

“Beep ‘n’ Deeps obsessions over Starchild and Ace. I mean, for one thing, they’re our employers. For another thing, they’re in like, their early-ass twenties. The Buddies are scattered all around our thirties.”

Cliff thought for a moment, and scoffed. “Bobby, I hope you do know who you’re married to. Do we make you uncomfortable?”

“What-? No, it’s just- we, uh, we got together deep into adulthood. Ace ‘n’ Starchild are freshly into adulthood and Beep ‘n’ Deep are hooked onto ‘em. It’s just...I dunno, I shouldn’t really talk.”

Cliff tugged him closer, kissing the top of Bobby’s head. “I like that you care ‘bout your friends, Bobby. But Beep ‘n’ Deep are just as grown as you are, man. They got similar levels of maturity as you, y’know? If, like, they really did see something wrong with their lil’ crushes making them run around after Starchild and Ace, they’d speak up about it, y’know?” He explained. “Plus, it’ll give ‘em equal chances to move on properly from those girls, Donna ‘n’ Jenny.”

Bobby hummed. “Guess you’re right.”

Cliff brought Bobby’s hands to his lips, kissing his knuckles. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Cliff looked around backstage, at the different members of Bobby’s band and KISS laugh and eat and mess around as music played.

Frankie and Peter hung out by the door, Peep and Maria were talking with Damien, Monte looked to be on the phone with his wife Audrey, Gene and Dolly danced to the music, and one could obviously guess who Deep and Beep were separately with.

Ace and Starchild.

Deep wore the same O-ring collar he wore the other day, saying it’s only because he liked it.

Ace towered over Deep on his boots. He smirked, hooking two fingers around the ring on Deep’s collar and pulling Deep towards him. Ace looked directly down at Deep, their faces obviously much closer than ever before. “Would you prefer any other dumb nicknames?”

Deep’s eyebrows raised in interest, eyes going big. “Only if y’got any suggestions, Ace” he flirted, face slowly relaxing. Deep balanced himself on the tips of his feet, short hair falling back due to how his head was tilted directly upwards, at Ace.

No other reason.

Deep gazed up at Ace, leaning his back against the wall.

Ace hooked a finger through the ring like he did last time, pulling on it to tilt Deep’s head up. He pressed his forearm on the wall above Deep’s head, given the fact that his boots made him exceptionally taller than the other. “And so then I said ‘fitting in’.”

Deep kissed his teeth, looking off into the distance and poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. “Wish I had thought of that” he admitted.

“Ah, I’m nothing like you ‘n’ your siblings” Ace shook his head. “You guys, you make my sides hurt like hell. Meanwhile, I come up with the most bare shit.”

“Hey, maybe if y’hang around me long enough, I’ll start rubbing off on ya.”

“Like physically, or-?” Ace joked.

Deep shoved him away, giggling. “Gross” he replied, licking his lips. “In your dreams, man.”

Ace playfully rolled his eyes, “I could get ya if I wanted.”

“Keep tellin’ yourself that.”

Ace took Deep’s bandanna’d wrists in his hands, pinning them above Deep’s head. “Oh, I will. ‘Cause it’s true.”

Deep gulped, blushing a bit. “You’re unbelievable” he commented, eyes glazing over.

Beep and Starchild watched, then locked eyes. “Insufferable” Beep twitched.

“How the hell does Ace not see that your brother is into him? I swear, he has to be smarter than that” Starchild asked.

Beep narrowed his eyes up at Starchild, groaning silently. “Yea. So obvious” he agreed coldly, fixing the waistband of his shorts.

Bobby groaned as dramatically as Deep usually does, burying his face into Cliff’s neck. “I hate watching this slow-burn shit” he whined, holding onto Cliff.

Cliff chuckled, wrapping his arms around Bobby and softly swaying them to the beat of the song that played. “Y’don’t gotta if we stay like this.”

“Like a loophole” Bobby hummed, smiling. “I wouldn’t be able to survive...any of this, if not for you. Thank you.”

“Right back at you, Bobby.”

Then, someone poked their head into the room. “Mr. Brightside? We’re ready for you on stage.”

Bobby whimpered, pulling away and cupping Cliff’s face. “See you after, then.”

Cliff grinned, leaning in and kissing his lips. “Blow ‘em away, moonlight.”

Bobby nodded, pulling away and following his band mates out, mumbling “weirdos” as he shoved Beep and Deep. “We will, sunlight!” He called back at Cliff, winking over at him.

Cliff crossed his arms, stance casual as he watched Bobby leave. His grin stayed on his lips, thumb rubbing the ring on his finger.

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Skirts - Bobby & The Buddies

Fandom: Once Upon A Time In Hollywood (2019)

Pairings: Bobby Brightside (OC) x Cliff Booth, StarBeep, DeepSpace

Warnings: Swearing, Gay shit, Pining,

Notes: And we’re back! Song used is Best Friend by Rex Orange County

Dedicated To: @mori-ohs

Bobby, Deep, and Beep played around with their guitars, singing random lyrics into existence. “But no, no, no, no, no-”

“No,” Deep nudged Beep.

“No” Beep scoffed.

Frankie was on the drums behind them, carrying a set beat.

“Oh, I still wanna be your favourite boy” Bobby dragged out the ‘oy’ as he sang, him and the Sweeney brothers lightly jumping.

Well, at a pace that wouldn’t cause their skirts to fly up. Their guitars only protected the front of their skirts, anyway.

“I wanna be the one that makes your day,” Beep strummed along, nodding his head as his sneakers pounded the stage floor.

“The one you think about as you lie awake~” Deep stopped hopping, sliding onto his knees and leaning far back, eyes on the ceiling far above their heads. The back of his head touched the floor, playing his guitar without even looking at it.

Ace watched from by his guitar, smiling slightly. “Look at these kids” he told, lightly elbowing Starchild. “They’re not even trying t’make a song, they’re just spewing shit and already found something that works.”

Starchild hummed, eyes on the back of Beep’s head. “They’re gonna go a long way, they’re definitely not gonna be our openers forever.”

“If we’re not careful, we might end up opening for them!” Ace laughed, clapping his hands.

“And I can’t wait to be your number, your number one” Bobby held out one finger, smiling at Cliff, who was off stage with Deep’s dog, Missy. He outstretched his hand down to Deep, helping him back up.

Deep caught Ace’s eye, smiling brightly. “I’ll be your biggest fan, and you’ll be mine!” he pointed over at Ace jokingly, then back over at himself; Frankie played the drums a little louder.

Ace snickered, eyebrows furrowed softly from under his pale makeup.

Beep worked his magic on his guitar, spinning rapidly while Deep and Bobby jumped up and down. “But I still wanna break your heart, and make you cry!” He riffed ‘cry’ as he, his brother and Bobby huddled around the lead microphone to vocalize.

The three softly nudged and shoved each other to might for the microphone, among a fit of giggles and chuckles. They dispersed once Frankie stopped drumming, Bobby sniffing.

“Nice work, you two. I dunno where the hell that came from, but wanna try makin’ it into something real, sometime?” Bobby asked, the question obviously directed towards Beep and Deep. He turned around when he heard clapping, seeing Cliff clap fro off stage. Bobby blew him a kiss, Cliff pretending to catch it as a joke.

But, Ace answered Bobby’s question before Bobby could get a reply from the Sweeneys themselves.

“You better!” Ace replied, strutting over. “You guys made that shit out of thin air? For real? No way you can keep that beat all to yourselves, it’s no fair” he cackled, crossing his arms as his cape dragged behind him.

“He’s right, that was pretty good” Starchild grinned, winking at Beep.

Beep gulped, tugging the collar of his shirt. “Thanks.”

“Y’really liked it-?” Deep tilted his head up, eyeing Ace.

“I’d never lie about what you do, Deep” Ace told, ruffling his hair. “Anything you guys make that someone can jump around to- like I saw you guys do- is obviously a good song.”

Starchild turned to Frankie, “you got a good drummer on your hands, too.”

Frankie shrugged, smiling sheepishly. “Th-Thanks.”

“Hey, hey- Ace” Deep called.

“Yea?” Ace nodded.

“What gets louder as it gets smaller?”

“Ooh-” Beep snickered, knowing this joke.

“I dunno, what?” Ace put his hand on his slim hip, interested.

“A baby in a trash compactor” Deep answered.

The group around him started to laugh, Ace’s laughter filling him with the most pride.

“You do not stop, do you?” Ace rhetorically asked.

“Nope!” Deep shook his head, taking off his guitar and giving it to Bobby to put away; he held it, waddling off.

“How do you guys come up with these? All I ever hear are stupid knock-knock jokes” Starchild inquired.

“Like magicians, we never reveal our secrets” Beep teased, holding a finger to his lips.

“Looks like you’ll need to force it out of him” Ace smirked, turning to Starchild and winking playfully.

“Shut up, Ace” Starchild chuckled, walking off and therefore unable to see Beep’s face going red in embarrassment.

Ace looked down at him, laughing into his fist. “Oh, look at ya! You’re red like a tomato, Deep, look at ‘im!”

Deep looked over at his brother, snickering. “Get your head outta the gutter, Benji-”

Beep kissed his teeth, looking away in frustration. “Shut up, honestly.”

Deep and Ace locked eyes, giggling like two annoying bullies heckling their usual victim. Unlike two normal bullies, Ace’s giggling set Deep’s heat aflame. “We should pull a Marilyn Monroe and make you stand over a floor vent, it’ll flip ya skirt up and maybe that’ll get Starchild all starry-eyed like you are for ‘im.”

“Stop, oh my god-” Beep whined, hands pushing his skirt down.

“On another note,” Deep held up a finger. “I should’ve started wearing skirts ages ago, like Bobby did. These are comfy as hell.”

“And y’look great” Ace complimented.

“Thank you” Deep bowed, flattening out the skirt he wore, the colour matching the bandannas on his wrists. “But seriously, Benji, how could you fall for a member of the band you’re employed to play with?”

Beep shot him a look, mad with the fact that Deep was in the same situation- if Ace wasn’t nearby, he wouldn’t have needed to hide it.

“Aw, c’mon” Ace poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue. “It can’t be that bad” he commented, giving Deep a once-over before walking.

Now was Deep’s turn to start blushing. “Oh, rats...” he cursed under his breath, hiding his face behind his hands.

“Exactly!” Beep hissed. He sighed- which came out as more of some sort of groan- head hanging. “We’re screwed, aren’t we, Derek?”

“So fucked, Benji.”

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Hypocrite - Cliff Booth x Male!OC

Fandom: Once Upon A Time In Hollywood (2019)

Pairing: Bobby Brightside (OC) x Cliff Booth, StarBeep, DeepSpace(????),

Warnings: Swearing, Faggotry, I cannot stop this shit, Who let me let this happen,

Notes: I just- I dunno. Enjoy!

Dedicated To: @mori-ohs

Bobby stretched his arms, Cliff creeping up on him and hugging him from behind. He smiled softly, leaning back into his lover. “Cliffy.”

“Bobby.”

“Havin’ fun watching me do all the work?”

“Maybe.”

Bobby scoffed, eyes scanning the stage. “I dunno why you bother comin’ with me to sound checks ‘n’ stuff” he thought out loud, Cliff kissing his temple.

“‘Cause I like your music. Not like I ever got anything better to do.”

“That’s true.”

Cliff and Bobby’s giggles melded into one beautiful sound, Bobby spinning to face him.

Beep’s shoulder twitched out of nowhere, as he and his brother Deep whispered the lyrics to some KISS song (Heaven’s On Fire), pretending to play the notes on their guitars. He chuckled as he locked eyes with Deep. “Feel my heat,”

“Takin’ you higher,” Deep nodded.

“Burn with me-” Beep lightly kicked Deep’s leg.

“Heaven’s on fire.” Deep scoffed, glancing straight up.

“Paint the sky-”

“-With desire” Deep’s eyebrows jumped, glancing over at Starchild.

Beep caught this and rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “Angel, fly;”

“Heaven’s on fire, whoo!” The two boys whisper-yelled, letting their guitars hang from their straps as they laughed to themselves.

“You had no right to look at Starchild, Derek” Beep shoved Deep, who chortled in return.

“I gotta clarify to myself whose in your lil’ head when this song comes into play, man” Deep shrugged, bandanna’d hands up in the air in surrender.

Beep kissed his teeth.

“Would you have rather we did Love Gun?” Deep inquired, nudging Beep with his elbow. “Or does Starchild also pull the trigger of your-”

“Shut up, shut up-” Beep hisses, waving his hands to signal for Deep to stop talking. “Don’t you have better things t’do, bro? C’mon, we both know how scared Penelope is of Gene, why don’t you go have fun with that instead?”

“Dude, my ass would be grass.”

“Mmh, whatever” Beep crossed his arms, stealing a glance over at Starchild.

Hmph. Perfect hair, perfect face, perfect body- uh, perfect singing voice, perfect talent, what doesn’t this guy have?

“Aww, you’re blushing!” Deep teased, poking Beep’s heated-up cheek.

“Can it” Beep turned back around.

“B-Beep!” Frankie called.

Beep looked over at Frankie, who was by the drums with Peter. “Eh?” He answered, head twitching.

“C’mere for a sec? We need your- need your help.”

Beep sighed in relief; an escape from the hell that was Derek Sweeney. “Sure thing!” He nodded, sending Deep a nasty look before jogging over to the drums.

Deep clapped, laughing softly as Beep ran off. “Weirdo.” He breathed.

“Heyyy, Derek, right?”

Deep spun around, looking up and seeing Ace. God, was everyone in this band a fucking giant?

Save for Peter, of course. Poor guys.

Ace was wearing those damned boots that made Deep only be up to around the base of his neck. He’s still taller than Deep without them, but still. He’s extra tall with them on.

“Uhh, yea. Deep’s my stage name, though. Peep ‘n’ Deep ‘n’ Beep, the Trippy Comedy Trio” Deep explained, sniffing.

“Ooh, I forgot you guys weren’t in this for the main run” Ace hummed. “Tell me a joke, then.”

“Eh?”

“Tell me a joke, jester.”

“‘Jester’...” Deep furrowed his eyebrows, but otherwise ignored it. “Why can’t Jesus eat M&M’s?” He asked, feeling a hush go around the stage.

This usually happened when Peep, Deep, or Beep told a joke.

“Why?”

“Because they keep falling through his hands.”

A beat of silence from all around.

Then, all hell broke loose from the Buddies leaning onto things and doubling over in fits of laughter.

Bobby fell to his knees by Cliff, and for the first time, not in a sexual way!

Deep puffed out his chest proudly, hands on his hips as he looked up at Ace.

Ace blinked, tilting his head as he processed the joke. When it hit him, he let out that high-pitched cackle that he was known to have. Ace clapped his big hands together, leaning back as his laughs bellowed out of him.

Deep grinned, reveling in the sight before him like a perfect view.

A perfect view with perfect hair, perfect face, perfect body- uh, perfect talent- hold on, what?

Deep shook his head of the thoughts, looking back over at Ace, who was still laughing, falling to his knees. Laughter was Deep’s favourite sound, especially if it was caused by him. But something about Ace’s laughter- caused by him- struck an electric cord, deep- pun intended- inside him. Deep gazed down at Ace, mind bubbling with a gazillion different thoughts when Ace and him where posed like that.

Ace slowly calmed down, panting as he looked up at Deep. “Damn, you go home to a- to a girl with that humor?” He asked, outstretching a hand.

Deep pulled him back up, Ace dusting off his knees. “Uh, not anymore. I used to, though. A gal named Jenny, used to make her laugh by serenading her with Jenny Take A Ride, good song.”

“Ah, damn shame, ain’t it?”

“Not enough to go rats over, anymore” Deep disagreed. “I’m way over her, anyway. I’m good to get back in the game.”

Ace looked Deep up and down, chuckling. “That’s the spirit, funnyman. See you in five” he nodded, ruffling Deep’s hair before he walked off.

Deep watched him leave, feeling something slowly bubble up inside him. He gently pat his hair, eyes trailing from the broad shoulders of Ace’s costume, which led down to his narrow waist. “...Rats” Deep quietly cursed.

Beep passed him by, knowing that look all too well. “Hypocrite.”

“HYYYPOCRIIITE!” Bobby called over, hands cupped around his mouth. He watched the whole thing go down, after all.

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Starstruck - Cliff Booth x Male!OC

Fandom: Once Upon A Time In Hollywood (2019)

Pairing: Bobby Brightside (OC) x Cliff Booth, StarBeep (don’t ask)

Warnings: Swearing, Faggotry, Is this meta?,

Notes: Ayo >:) Song used is Bad Boy by Cascada, an absolute throwback for me.

Dedicated To: @mori-ohs

Beep stood front and center of Bobby & The Buddies, the band playing through their new song- that he had a hand in writing.

Each member of KISS was somewhere in the arena, but it’s not like they haven’t yet grown comfortable with playing their music around Starchild, Gene, Ace, and Peter. Because...obviously, they already have. Why’d they be there if not?

That’s besides the point.

“...And I fell!” Beep finished the first verse of the song, hearing Bobby yell “c’mon!” Behind him, to signal the start of the first chorus.

The band giggled all around him.

Beep smiled to himself, jumping up and down to the beat; whereas the others stomped their feet, if possible. “Be my bad boy, be my man- be my weekend lover, but don’t be my friend-” he closed his eyes, fingers dancing along the guitar he played. “You can be my bad boy, but understand that I don’t need you in my life again.” Beep shook his head, jumping even faster as the pace of the song increased.

Cliff watched from offstage, eyes obviously only on Bobby.

“Won’t you be my bad boy, be my man- be my weekend lover, but don’t be my friend! You can be my bad boy, but understand that I don’t need you again; no, I don’t need you again.” Beep grabbed the microphone, lips pressed against it as he suggestively moaned into it. He slowly dragged it down with him as he dropped to his knees, grinning against the head of it when he heard the band cheering from around him, Bobby exclaiming a loud “Ow!”

Bobby grinned as he watched Beep, loving when his buddies felt comfortable enough to front the songs themselves. It’s called Bobby AND The Buddies for a reason. He let Beep carry them through the second verse, Peep catching his eye.

Peep gestured behind themselves, mainly using her eyes.

Bobby glanced over his shoulder, watching the members of KISS slowly appear from backstage.

Starchild was the first one he saw, and allegedly the star of the show- AKA, who Beep was writing all these love-laced songs about.

Bobby giggled, turning back around. “Be my bad boy, be my man, be my weekend lover, but don’t be my friend” he sang, shaking his head in an attempt to fix his hair with no hands. “You can be my bad boy, but understand that I don’t need you in my life again.” Bobby wagged his finger along to the lyric, winking at Cliff offstage.

Cliff chuckled, crossing his arms. Bobby and him are- happily- married, it’s a little too late to get rid of him now.

Beep was yet to notice KISS appear, too into his song to take notice of his surroundings. He started stomping his foot to the beat, having stood back up. “Won’t you be my bad boy, be my man, be my weekend lover, but don’t be my friend!”

Bobby glanced over his shoulder again, seeing Starchild nod his head along to the beat that Beep came up with, a slight smile on his lips.

Beep continued, starting to jump just as quickly as he did before. “You can be my bad boy, but understand, that I don’t need you again. No, I don’t need you again” he finished off the song, letting the loud rhythm take control as he bounced around. Beep chuckled, spinning quickly but somehow keeping his balance on his heelies. His brown hair bounced softly with him, but honestly it looked really cute.

The Buddies all bopped their heads along as they played.

Beep ended the song on his knees, grip tight on his guitar as he panted. “...How was that?”

Bobby opened his mouth to answer, but Deep nudged him to shut up.

All the members of the Buddies turned around to face KISS, the black-and-white men not having expected the attention.

Starchild unironically broke the silence. “That was amazing!” He called, clapping his hands together.

Beep’s eyes snapped wide open, Cliff turning away to stifle his laughter into his hand. His head spun around, locking eyes with Starchild. “Pa- I- but-...Starchild. Hi, uh, didn’t see you gents o’er there” he greeted.

Ace shrugged. “Can’t blame ya- you guys were loud, we felt we had to come check out the energy, y’know?”

“I guess so” Beep shrugged, gulping as he nervously blinked his gaze away.

“So, what was that?”

Beep quickly searched for an answer. “Rock and roll” he replied.

“No, Beep-” Starchild scoffed. “What’s the name of the song?”

“Oh-! Uh...”

“‘Bad Boy’“ Deep answered for him, snickering into Bobby’s shoulder.

Starchild nodded, “sounds good! Wrote this one himself, too?”

“A hundred percent pure Benji, your honor” Monte grinned.

Beep jumped to stand up, careful to lock his eyes on anywhere that wasn’t Starchild’s bare torso- all the man was wearing to cover it was black suspenders and a sparkly guitar strap, for crying out loud!

Bobby ran offstage, down to Cliff. “How was that?”

Cliff softly cupped his cheeks. “Amazing, your friends are almost as talented as you are-”

“Cliff,” Bobby warned, jokingly.

“I’m kiddin’ ya” Cliff playfully rolled his eyes. “Stanley still ain’t seein’ the way Beep looks at him? It’s so obvious, it’s given me physical pain.”

“Nah, not as far as any of us are aware of” Bobby whispered, kissing Cliff’s palm.

Beep took off his guitar, glancing down. He twitched his head, tics coming back to him.

“How long have you done that for?”

Beep jumped a bit, turning to see Starchild. “Do what?”

“Your, uh, tics. The head twitches ‘n’ all.”

“Oh, uhm...” Beep hummed. “Since I was a kid. This isn’t a shared thing, Peep ‘n’ Deep don’t have to be heckled with it like I do. Luckily, it doesn’t really get in the way when performing anything, so...well, it’s gotten in the way of our comedy shows a few times. But nothing I can’t handle now.”

Starchild nodded in understanding, “sounds annoying.”

“My siblings are moreso.”

Starchild turned away, laughing.

Beep relaxed his shoulders, knowing that making your crush laugh is one of the best things in the world.

“Is this song what you’re gonna use when you guys open for us?”

“Well, uh...yea, but it’ll be Peep or Maria up front. ‘Cause...y’know.”

“Yea. The world can handle Ace lip-locking Gene, Gene going around licking any of our necks, but God forbid a man sing a song about another man like that, huh?” Starchild joked.

Beep giggled, nodding. “Yea. But, if Bobby ‘n’ us ‘n’ anyone keeps fighting and fighting, we’ll push the world to be a better place for songs like this, and people like, uh, a majority of the Buddies to be who we are!”

Bobby gasped softly, repeatedly patting Cliff’s shoulder. “Look, Cliff, look! They’re communicating.”

“They’re not animals, Bobby” Cliff chortled, arms around his young lover. He leaned in, kissing Bobby’s forehead.

“Well...yea, but still, he’s talking to Starchild, man! This is fucking fantastic!”

“Guess so” Cliff softly answered.

Starchild put his hand on Beep’s shoulder, Beep’s head only reaching up to the base of his neck. “You guys are ambitious as hell...I’m glad Peter showed you guys to me ‘n’ the others. Seriously.”

Beep felt his cheeks heat up. “Aw, damn-” he shyly averted his gaze, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. “Thanks, man. Means a lot.”

Starchild pat Beep’s shoulder a couple times, pulling his hand away. “You only swing that way?”

Beep knew what he meant. “Nah. I had a girlie o’ my own a while back, actually. Donna or whatever. Lasted quite a while, ended quick. I’ve moved on, though. Point is, I- I- I always swung either way.”

Starchild hummed. He smiled at Beep in farewell, passing him by and retreating backstage.

Beep watched him leave, careful to keep his eyes above waist-level.

Damiel slowly passed by behind Beep, wolf-whistling into his ear. “Like what y’see?”

“Y’know what, you-” Beep scowled, going to grab Damien.

Damien had already run off.

Beep huffed, crossing his arms. He watched where Starchild once stood, heart racing under his flannel.

This whole ‘in love with the front man of the band your band opens for’ stuff is harder than he’d ever thought it could be.

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Which of my main three oc’s are you? I just started and finished this quiz within the last couple hours, see what y’all get and tell me in the notes!! Enjoy!

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What’s Your Name Again? - Bobby & The Buddies AU

Fandom: Once Upon A Time In Hollywood (2019)

Pairings: Bobby Brightside (OC) x Cliff Booth, Penelope ‘Peep’ Sweeney (OC) x Joseph ‘Soup’ Sansbury (OC), DeepSpace

Warnings: OC x OC business, Soulmates AU, In the 70′s,

Prompt: (Soulmate) AU where you have your soulmates name somewhere on your body

Notes: Prompt taken from @ausforsoulmates

Peep cracked her knuckles, causing Frankie to wince. She sucked her teeth, forgetting he was the type to become antsy and uncomfortable with the sound. “Sorry, man.”

“N-No worries” Frankie shook his head.

Peep looked at the back of her left hand, the name ‘Joseph Sansbury’ clear as day. It sat above her purple-bandanna’d-wrist, tattooed on her skin since...well, forever. Of all body parts, why her hand?

Joseph Sansbury.

The name rang a bell, but Peep found it obvious because she’s seen that name her whole life, on her wrist. Why else would it sound so familiar?

Peep brushed the argument off for the hundredth time, adjusting the suspenders on her dark suspender dress. She, like now, usually wore it over a grey off-shoulder top. “Where’s Soup?” Peep inquired, looking around the room.

“At the Sansbury household, I’d assume” Deep grinned.

“‘Sansbury’“ Peep mumbled, glancing at her hand. ‘Sansbury’ ought to be a basic white surname, she never took it into consideration that Soup was the Sansbury she was looking for.

Then again...what was Soup’s first name, again?

Peep groaned, wishing finding her soulmate could be easier. It can’t be Soup, can it? Soup? Soup?! Of all people? If so, why couldn’t her hand read ‘Soup Sansbury’ instead, to make it easier for her? It can’t be Soup, it can’t be him that’s her soulmate.

Soulmates with nicknames....Peep knew her brother Deep had no trouble with that. She thought back to how Deep intertwined with his soulmate, officially.

Deep was getting ready to call it a night, but a knock at his front door cut that task short. He glanced over at his stairs suspiciously, grabbing a .22 pistol off his bedside table and slowly making his way down the dimmed hall.

Deep crept down the stairs and pressed his back against the wall, inching closer and closer to his front door. He took deep, quiet breaths to clam himself down, making sure his weapon was loaded; good news, it was.

Now as close to the door as he could muster himself up to be, Deep raised his gun up to use. As quick as he could, he unlocked the front door and opened it, pointing the pistol at his late guest’s face.

Ace Frehley jumped back in surprise, eyes crossing a bit when they landed on the gun that was really close to his face. “Hey, woah-!” He called, putting his hands up. “It’s me, man.”

Deep, frankly rattled, gathered himself to process the situation. He gulped, letting his arms hang at his sides. “Jesus Christ, Ace-- what’re you doin’ here?” Deep asked, rubbing the bridge of his long nose.

“I, uh, came here from the hotel we’re stayin’ at. Kinda dingy, but the best our manager could afford us. But dude, no way in hell am I spendin’ another night roomin’ with Peter. Snores to high hell like-” Ace dramatically imitated loud snores, Deep questioning if Ace was truly exaggerating or not.

Deep laughed anyway.

“You think his voice is deep? Snores like a demon, man. I can’t even try to fall asleep with that in my ears” Ace complained.

Deep balled his right hand, clearing his throat. “Uh- come in! Come in, man” He stepped aside, allowing Deep into his humble abode.

Ace whistled as he looked around. “Nice place y’got here.”

“Yea, Missy thinks the same” Deep joked.

Ace chuckled, looking up at the wall. “Woah, an autographed Keith Richard?”

Deep closed and locked his front door, following Ace’s line of view to the framed photo of Keith Richard on his wall, that he was able to have Keith sign. “Oh, yea. Huge guitar inspiration to me” he answered, as Ace carefully sat down on one of his couches. “But...I’d say he has competition” Deep smirked at Ace, who waved a hand dismissively.

“You jest” Ace laughed.

“Oh, but truthfully, I do not” Deep shook his head, wandering across the room. “But, uh, anyways- I’ll...go put this gun away” he smiled sheepishly, nodding and running upstairs.

Deep put his pistol back in its rightful spot, racing back downstairs. “All gone” he put his fists up in the air, closed tight enough to obviously not be hiding any weapons under. Deep dropped them, inhaling slowly. “Uh, if you’re plannin’ on staying with me tonight- or however long- I got a guest bedroom upstairs. Unless you and my couch have already become deeply...closely...intimately involved” he winked playfully.

“Oh, I could never. It’s not my type” Ace whispered, as if the couch was sentient and able to hear. He looked Deep up and down, from his bare torso, the dandelion bandannas on his wrists, his plaid pajama pants, and dark socks. “I thought the bandannas came off after the shows” Ace commented.

Deep looked down at them. “Oh, yea, most definitely. They usually do, but sometimes I keep ‘em on until I go to bed. I dunno, I kinda like how they feel-? It’s kinda like a sensory thing but not really, because Benji has an actual sensory thing. He likes certain materials, doesn’t like others, like certain food feels, dislikes others, stuff like that. Comes in handy to remember when buyin’ him clothes ‘n’ snacks.”

Ace nodded thoughtfully. “How long he been tickin’ for?”

“Forever, I think.”

Ace hummed, tilting his head. “Nice ink.”

Deep looked down at himself, now painfully aware the only things covering the upper half of his body were the bandannas on his wrists. “Thanks” he smiled, looking at the ‘D’ in the Hollywood-sign-font on his right upper arm. “This one, it’s a Buddies thing. Bobby has a ‘B’ on the left side of his chest, Beep has a ‘B’ somewhere, Maria ‘n’ Monte have a ‘M’ on each of their persons, Damien also has a ‘D’ somewhere, Frankie has an ‘F’ somewhere, and Penelope has a ‘P’ on her somewhere. All of ‘em are black, and the same font as the Hollywood font” he told.

“All I got is the ‘Ace’ on my arm.”

“Yea, you got that nickname back in high school, didn’t you? You told me so.”

“Yea, I did” Ace smiled, sort of happy that Deep remembered. “My friends came up with it ‘cause I was an ace at gettin’ dates. How were you, back in high school?”

“Ah, I dunno. I met Jenny in high school.” Deep sniffled, a certain look glaing over his blue eyes. “So yea, I got date, after date, after date, after date, but with one date....person. Date-person” he shrugged, then tearing his gaze to the devil tattoo on his left forearm. An O with devil horns and a devil tail attached to it, a pitchfork beside it.

“That supposed to be a lil’ devil of some sort?”

“Yea.”

“Anything behind that?”

Deep chuckled. “I’m notorious in the Buddies for being the one to push Bobby into doing all the stunts he-then-we do, if he doesn’t commence them himself. So I’m kinda like a daredevil, then cut that down to ‘devil’ and...yea. I’m a Devil like how you’re an Ace. Though, we all know I’m mostly known as Deep, so-” he snickered, running a hand through his black hair. Deep glanced at the name on his hand, balling it into a fist to hide it.

“Somethin’ wrong with your hand?”

“Ah, nah, it’s just some name. Y’know the name thing.”

“Yea, whose yours?”

Deep’s breath hitched in his throat. “Like I’d tell you that. I won’t even tell them that.”

“Oh, c’mon. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours!”

“You have to understand how weird that sounds with me being half-naked!” Deep chortled.

Ace cackled, clapping his hands. “Yea, you’re right, you’re right. Still, who is it?”

“Can’t say. Can’t tell anyone, not even them. It’s so...y’know?”

“Kinda-?”

Deep unfurled his fist, reading ‘Paul Frehley’ clear as day.

Ace looked at the name near his left palm, deciding that it couldn’t go that bad, right? “Wanna know who I have?”

“I dunno.”

“What I will tell you, with that ‘I dunno’, is I’m glad their nickname isn’t their real name. That’s real shitty on their parent’s part, if it were.”

“‘Nickname’?” Deep thought, eyes darting around the floor in thought. He looked over at Ace, eyebrows furrowed. “Can’t really say the same for me. I mean- their name is cool, I like their name. I mean that, their nickname...could make a nice, actual name.”

Ace nervously licked his lips. “Derek?”

“Yes, Ace?”

“Your last name is Sweeney, isn’t it?”

Derek felt his face break out into a wide, excited smile. “Only if your first name is Paul, Frehley.”

Peep leaned back in her seat. “Where’s Bobby?” She asked, getting up and leaving the room before she could get a proper answer. “Bobby!” Peep called, finding him in the first room she walked into.

Bobby turned around, loving smile vanishing when his gaze went from Cliff to Peep.

Cliff leaned against the counter in front of him, his grin of adoration doing the same.

“Hmm?”

Peep sighed. “What, uh, what’s Soup’s first name?”

Bobby furrowed his eyebrows, as did Cliff behind those sunglasses he always, always wore. “Joseph. Why?”

Peep’s eyes went wide. Her jaw dropped open, gaze flickering between Bobby, and the name on the back of her hand.

Sansbury. Soup. Joseph. Joseph Sansbury.

This is it, this was him, this had to be him.

“Peep-?” Bobby cleared his throat.

“I- I gotta go” Peep stuttered, racing out of the room. She quickly bade the Buddies goodbye, out of Bobby’s house at the speed of light. Using all the speed she could muster in her strappy sandals, she ran down the sidewalk to the address she frequented to (being that Peep usually babysits Soup’s roommates kid).

Peep stopped in front of Soup’s place, panting as she looked up at it. She adjusted her dress’ suspenders, picking at her stockings and fixing her wavy hair in order to appear presentable. Peep thanked whatever higher power that existed for letting Soup live fairly close to Bobby, because any farther and she might’ve dropped dead.

It was tough, is what she’s saying.

Peep walked up the pathway to Soup’s front door, the stray cats lingering around and not really in any frightened stance due to the fact that they all knew her, and were familiar with her. “Hey, MJ.”

MJ opened an eye, taking a nap on Soup’s front porch. “Hey” he greeted, falling back asleep straight afterwards.

Peep giggled in a breathy way, knocking the front door after checking her reflection in the mirror- her red lipstick wasn’t messed up, good.

After not waiting for too long, Soup opened the door. He looked around, then down. “Oh, hey, Peep.”

“Hey, Soup” Peep smiled up at him.

Soup looked a bit confused. “Annabelle said your here tomorrow, why’re you- what’s up?” He asked.

Peep tilted her head up, poking the inside of her cheek with her tongue. “Perhaps I have some news for you.”

“Perhaps?” Soup sounded intrigued.

“Perhaps.”

“What is it?”

“Soup Sansbury, what’s your name again?”

Soup opened his mouth, but didn’t talk. “Huh?”

“What’s your name again? Your real name, ‘cause I know- or at least pray- that your mom didn’t carry you for nine months, go through hours of pain to hold you, and then be able to hold ya just to call you Soup. So c’mon, what’s your name again?”

“...Joseph.”

Peep, wordlessly, smiled up at Soup. Bright, and adorable, and her truest smile to date. “’Joseph’” she repeated.

Soup caught on, heart racing as he brushed a few fingers against the hidden base of his neck. “Peep Sweeney...What’s your name, again? ‘Cause I know your mom didn’t go though...all that,” he vaguely gestured his hand, “just to call you Peep. So, what’s your name again?”

“Penelope.”

Soup slowly grinned, starting to giggle aimlessly. He nodded in a knowing manner, eyebrows raising in a way that told Peep that he knew.

The smile Peep gave back to him indicated to him, very well at that, that she knew as well. She raised her hand, “Joseph Sansbury.”

Soup tugged down the collar of his shirt, revealing the base of his neck. “Penelope Sweeney.” He replied, barely able to contain his smile, even if he wanted to. And he didn’t want to.

Neither did Peep.

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KISS And The Buddies - Cliff Booth x Male!OC

Fandom: Once Upon A Time In Hollywood (2019)

Pairing: Bobby Brightside (OC) x Cliff Booth

Warnings: KISS, Swearing, Faggotry, Expecting homophobia, Fanboys being fanboys, My interpretation of real people,

Notes: Yea....Yea. It lines up, before anyone asks; OUATIH was set in 1969, KISS formed in 1973. That’s a pretty small year gap. My buddy’s going through a KISS phase and dragged my willing ass into it (I remember ogling KISS as a kid when they were on Fairly Odd Parents) so...yea. Hey, at least it gave me motivation to write for Clobby, right? Enjoy!

Dedicated To: @mori-ohs

Bobby, the Buddies, and Cliff stood on stage, looking around in absolute wonder. “Holy shit...” He breathed, stars in his eyes.

Then, four stars appeared in front of him: Gene, Ace, Peter, and Starchild.

Cliff eyed each individual member of the new band Bobby loved so much. “So...this is KISS?” He inquired.

“Mhm, aren’t they cool?” Bobby hummed, smiling slightly. He was absolutely thrilled that KISS was letting Bobby and his Buddies open for them. It would gain them more exposure, and hopefully more fans!

Cliff was silent for a moment. “Which one’s Starchild?”

“I- what do you mean which one’s Starchild?” Bobby scoffed.

“Well, that one-” Cliff pointed at Starchild, “has a star over one eye. And that one,” he then pointed at Ace. “Has silver stars over both of his eyes. So...” Cliff shrugged, taking off his sunglasses and putting them in his pocket. He offered the members of KISS a quick smile. Cliff’s gaze turned to Peter, “he looks like a cat.”

Peep, Deep, and Beep snickered from where they were.

Cliff turned his attention to Gene, the tallest of the group- certainly because of those boots, it made the man look massive. “Lemme guess. Gene?”

“Yessir” Monte nodded as he passed by.

“What’re all their names, again?”

Bobby purposely listed them out in the order they stood in, hoping Cliff would catch on. “Gene, Ace, Peter, and Starchild.”

Cliff nodded slowly. He pointed at the members in that exact order, “Gene, Ace, Peter, then Starchild.”

Bobby grinned up at Cliff, “yea.”

Cliff looked back over at Gene, sizing him up because he’s the biggest.

Silence ensued.

Cliff chuckled. “He’s not that sca-”

Gene grinned, lunging forward and sticking his tongue out.

Cliff swore under his breath, jumping back and clutching his chest.

Bobby’s smiling jaw dropped as he looked up at Cliff, amazed. He’s never seen Cliff get scared of anything, before! Bobby’s only ever seen Cliff be the scary or intimidating one.

Damien snorted by the drums, turning away. This was too funny.

“Oh. My. God.”

“Shut up-” Cliff groaned.

“You got scared...of Gene.”

“I didn’t man-”

“Yes, you did, oh my god, did you guys fucking see that?” Bobby asked, turning to his Buddies, who all held back smiles and laughs. “Oh, I’m never letting you live that down, b-” he quickly caught himself, “Cliff.”

Cliff rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. “So you said Gene, Ace, Peter, and Starchild. What, do Gene ‘n’ Peter get stage names or are Ace and Starchild just...special?”

“They do, actually” Maria piped up. “Demon and Catman.”

Cliff looked unimpressed. “Bobby said sum’n about Gene making caskets as merch?”

“You want one?” Gene smirked.

“No.”

Bobby pat his arm. “If it’s any help, Cliffy, if you had died right then and there, then I would’ve, like, sworn off of KISS forever. I swear!” He put his arms up.

Cliff looked down at him, suspicious.

Bobby giggled. “I would’ve buried you in the KISS casket-”

Cliff nudged him.

“Caskets? As merch?” Damien exhaled through his nose.

“And toilets, my idea” Gene put his hands on his hips, as Peter walked over to his drums. “Pretty cool, Bobby?”

Damien tilted his head. “...Bobster, can we-”

“No, Damien” Bobby shook his head.

Deep sighed, “rats!” He cursed to himself, Beep playfully shoving him.

“Any of you got stage names? Bobby?” Starchild questioned.

“No, Bobby’s very much my real fuckin’ name. Uhm...Those three over there are Peep, Deep, ‘n’ Beep. Their real names are Penelope, Derek, and Benji. When they’re not in my band, they’re a comedic trio” Bobby explained.

“Oh, really, Bobby?” Ace snorted. “Tell us a joke.”

The Sweeney triplets exchanged glances.

“Why are bananas like people?” Peep started.

“What the f- why?” Deep asked back.

“You peel the skin and eat them, they die” Beep brought up the punchline, throwing Bobby and his Buddies into a fit of hysterics.

Cliff arched a brow, chortling softly as he noted a couple of the members of KISS trying to fight back smiles and failing.

Starchild quickly calmed down. “Also, you said there were eight of you in your lil’ band.”

“He called us a band-” Peep squealed.

“I know!” Damien whispered back to him, the two giggling in excitement as Bobby counted heads.

“W-Where’s Frankie?” Bobby stuttered, looking around. “Wait, no, there he is” he sighed in relief, catching Frankie in quiet conversation with Peter. “I knew those two would click” Bobby smiled, remembering how it was Peter who found them and introduced them to KISS earlier in the month.

Starchild brought Bobby and the Buddies on stage, showing them around. “And this is where-”

“Where’s Ace?” Bobby inquired.

Starchild blinked. “Eh?”

“Where’s Ace?”

“Where’s Ace?” Damien repeated, followed by Maria, Peep, Deep, Beep, and Monte.

Not Frankie, though. Frankie was just happy to be there and have that opportunity.

Ace appeared from backstage, already drunk off of two wines. “Hello?” He called, having been summoned.

Bobby and the Buddies shared frantically excited giggles and balled fists, chanting. “Space Ace Space Ace Space Ace Space Ace-”

Ace hiccuped, nudging Starchild with his elbow. “Well, what do ya know? They like me.”

Bobby chuckled, glancing down at the stage floor. He pat Cliff’s hand, leaving the blond’s side to go help the Buddies set the stage.

***

Fast forward a bit, the bands were nearly ready to perform.

Bobby walked past KISS, to the east end of the stage, having spotted Cliff. “Hey, babe, who’d you leave Brandy with?” He harmlessly asked, hand flying over his mouth as soon as the question ended. Bobby’s brown eyes went wide, his face filling with nothing but pure, unadulterated fear. “Shit.” He shakily whispered, the most genuinely afraid he’s been in ages,

Cliff looked back over at him, just as surprised but not as scared.

Bobby’s mind began racing. Shit, shit, fuck, shit, goddammit. Did he just lose the world’s greatest gig, did he actually? The thought brought him close to tears, the tension filling the air could be cut by a guitar shred.

His Buddies all darted their heads in his direction, then at the four members of KISS. The Buddies stood, ready to seriously jump KISS in order to protect Bobby if it came down to it.

Cliff slowly rose from his seat, eyeing the four men. He stepped closer to Bobby, neither he nor Bobby nor the Buddies knowing that in actuality, Bobby’s way of life was completely safe.

No one said anything or made a move for fuck knows how long, Frankie practically choking on the silence.

Then, Ace spoke up.

“Okay, uhm...” Ace started up. “That is- that’s clearly none of OUR business” he gestured vaguely towards his fellow KISS members, then himself. “But uhm, if you’re worried that we’re gonna call you a slur or something like that, then don’t sweat it, Bobby.”

Peter nodded in agreement. “Yea, Bobby. I mean...you love who you love, God made you with the best intentions in mind. You dating who you do was no mistake” he encouraged, tapping his drumsticks together.

Ace continued, getting hyped up with what Peter put down. “Yea! I mean, I’ve kissed GENE before, but even still, but no one cares who you sleep with, man! A score is a score, isn’t that right, Demon?”

“Yea, Ace’s right, Bobby. All that matters to us as a band is that you get the crowd pumped for our show, you got that?” Gene pointed at him, Starchild warmly nodding along.

Bobby and Cliff stared back in silence.

Monte turned his head, hearing a noise. “Are you...crying-?”

“No- shut up-” Frankie denied, clearly crying.

Bobby opened his mouth to say something, but he was clearly speechless. He raised a finger to speak on that ‘God’ thing, since he firmly believed that Cliff was God.

Cliff pushed Bobby’s hand down, “not right now, baby.”

Starchild tapped his foot. “Plus, Cliff came t’pick you up when I first showed you around stage. We all saw him kiss ya” he smiled.

“Oh my god-” Bobby buried his face in his hands, embarrassed.

Cliff pulled Bobby closer, smiling softly down at him. “Give him a minute” he teased.

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