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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."

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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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demonofthechili · 4 years

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Denial - A OUATIH oc Writing!

A/N: hopefully this can give y'all something to read until I have the motivation to do requests! Have Samantha, one of my Tarantino ocs!

@chari-koopa come get your sad ass girl!

TW: None! Just big sad™ times.

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"I spoke to Adam, as I said I would, and, uh, the answer was no. I'm sorry Sam, but--"

Despite looking at him, anything past that point of speech was ignored. Her gaze, previously hopeful, quickly dropped to one of sad (and angry) acceptance. To be honest, she didn't know why she held out hope in the first place.

The denial hit deep within her heart, a pain far greater than anything physical gained from the war, or before or after. It reverberated for a moment before her heart sank to her stomach, broken into a few, uneven fragments that she'd no doubt spend a good few days piecing back together with some alcohol and long, sleepless nights.

[[MORE]]

Admittedly, the actor (she says actor and not actress, because that is, in fact, nonsensical) should be used to it by now - the denial, that is.

Sam had a passion for stunting, and not so much acting. She did, by all means, enjoy acting; the fame, the fun, the hardships, the chance to show that women can strive in sexist Hollywood without selling their soul to some asshole... as hard as it was to get to that very point, playing a lead in her own show and able to cross over with other successful shows, she could never shake the desire to follow her original plan.

She wanted to be a stunt double, and by God it fucking hurt to be told that, no, she wasn't allowed to do her own stunts for the episode.

Arguing would get her nowhere but a slightly more tarnished reputation and, maybe, attitude from the director and stunt coordinator. She had been there, done that, and could tell you that it wasn't worth it at all.

Looking down to her side, Sam checked up on Whiskey- a beautiful German Shepherd, Husky mix - and released a quiet, slow exhale. The blue eyes of her companion bore into her own brown, and she felt a small twinge in the back of her throat.

No Goddamn tears today, Sam. Not over this.

A hand moved to adjust her red lensed sunglasses, and she moved to look back up to the man who had delivered the news. He was the assistant director of the episode, and someone who advocated for Sam to do her own stunts... when they weren't anything exactly dangerous.

Danger could come at any moment, so Sam figured that logic to be flawed. Hell, she had even asked a fellow stunt double, Cliff Booth, about his thoughts on the matter. He agreed with her flawed decided analysis.

A blink, eyes glazing over, and she allowed her brows to arch as she zoned back into the moment.

"-did you hear me?"

"I-- no, sorry. I was in my own head," She made a gesture to her own temple before her hand went for her pack of Red Apple Premium cigarettes, "What did you say?"

"I said that Rick's already in wardrobe and that you should hurry to get into wardrobe as well. Dalton, that is."

"I know who my co-stars are, thank you," Sweet smile was offered, and she drew in a deep breath to steady her thumping heart and stinging eyes, "Do you know where Drew is? The animal guy? He's looking after Whiskey for me until I'm done."

"Oh, sure. If you head that way and turn left at the Dead Dawg Saloon, then take a right behind the backdrop, he's got a trailer there. Wardrobe is--"

"-by the hotel. I remember," She gave a thankful nod, "Thanks again, Vince. I'll see you on set."

Sam began to walk, head lowering as soon as she felt that she was far enough away to not draw any attention. A hand moved to slip under her sunglasses, wiping a stray tear of pure disappointment.

For now, though, she had a Goddamn crossover to nail.

#oc.#Samantha.#OUATIH #ouatih oc #Hopefully this does something for y'all #I'm alive!!#I can write!!#Sam is my baby #Please love her

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dweebsfilingcabinet · 2 years

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Soon enough, I will be branching out in my doll making ventures. I'll still be making RDR2 plush dolls, yes, but I'll also be making dolls for the Hannibal NBC fandom and probably Inglourious Basterds/OUATIH as well.

I'm also working on ideas for how I'd go about making custom dolls for human/human shaped OC's, and dolls for fandoms I'm not in? Orders are still closed for now but I'm posting this for anyone interested, just as a heads up.

So, keep your eyes peeled for that.

#inglourious basterds #once upon a time in hollywood #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #hannibal nbc #handsewn dolls #handsewn plush #custom dolls #oc community #shop update

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sergeant-donny-donowitz · 4 years

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The Final Bow (Inglourious Basterds Fic)

Requested by @baldwin-iv "Hello, hope you are well. If it isn't too much trouble, I was wondering if you could do Donny meeting an Italian nationalist who works with Hans Landa during operation Kino. Thank you!"

A/N: Changed it up a little, sorry luv, it just felt weird to make it xReader so I made an OC :)

@owba-chan @war-obsessed @inglourious-imagines @tealaquinn @struggling-bee @frozenhuntress67 @kwyloz @sodapop182

Let me know if you wanna be added to the IB or OUATIH taglists! :)

_____________________________ Renatta Castelluccio was Hans Landa's escort to the premiere of Nation's Pride. He pulled her away from the crowd, and led her to meet her counterparts. Bridget von Hammersmark's escorts.

Renatta knew exactly who they were. How could she forget the man with the scar across his throat? He dropped into her town in Italy, just before she left for Germany. Her father was a high ranking officer under Mussolini, and used her as a pawn in negotiations. She'd grown up with that regime, and believed every word of every poster and incendiary reel until she left, and saw what fascism really meant, along with the innocent blood it shed. She was contacted by the OSS, and given a chance to be a spy, and help the allies, but she feared facing a firing squad, and quickly declined. She never spoke up, not at home, and not in Germany. Renatta spent every waking moment of her life drowning in guilt, knowing what she once stood for, and what it all had led to. Still, she was smothered in fear of what would happen if she ever said a word. She was a coward, and knew she was just as guilty as the killers. Years of silence, passive smiles, and polite nods led her to this point. She could cry, beg for forgiveness from the basterds themselves, but, for what? Ruin whatever plan they undoubtedly had? "Banwjor-no." She decided once again to stay silent. She knew Hans wanted to use her to humiliate their attempt to pass off as Italians. "Graht-see."

Her eyes welled up. Once again, a pawn in a plan to fuel hate filled speeches and regimes. She tilted her head up, looking at the blood stained banners and stolen art planted there by the nazis. She knew she was no better than them. Renatta Castelluccio, an accessory to crime against her own nation, and a spineless, voiceless pit of shame and regret. Her eyes fell on Donny. He was trying his best, she knew, but his eyes were momentarily fixated on her leg, peeking through a slit in her emerald green dress. She glanced hurriedly at her escort, Hans Landa, who she despised with what was left of her soul. He'd repeatedly proposed to her, and she always politely refused, saying it was not right to marry during war. Secretly, she hoped he would die in the war, or would be charged with war crimes. He didn't notice Donny's wandering gaze, he was too busy being amused at the way they pronounced their fake names. "Margherittiiiiiiiii."

Renatta half smiled, though her heart beat in her throat, as she wished to find a way to help them, and for once do something right. Soon after Landa sent the basterds on their way. As he plotted his way into Operation Kino and a path to Nantucket Island, he sent Renatta to her seat as well. Donny lagged a little behind Omar, as a crowd of drinking nazis and half naked women merged between them. Donny couldn't take a chance and call out to Omar. It was unecessary attention. But, as he waited to make his way in, he felt a hand on his arm, pulling him back. Omar turned around, and saw. He raised an eyebrow, and cheekily smirked a little, before disappearing into the theater. He turned and saw Renatta, as she pulled Donny back, into an office away from the crowd. Donny grinned, trying to hide his nerves, "Buongio-" She shook her head, "I know who you are." "Uh... Sì...Antonio Marg-" "You're not Italian, I know..." She smiled softly, stepping closer to him, and touching the side of his cheek, "You're a basterd..." Before he could react, she said everything she had to amidst pleas and kisses. She told him all about Landa, how to go about it, "Whatever your plan is, he is the one you can not underestimate." Donny frowned, his hands around her waist, and pulled his head back a little, "Why are you telling me this?" Renatta looked down, and saw Donny pressing a gun against the bottom of her rib cage. She shook her head, "Because I have seen things that could've been pages from the Inferno." Donny had never read it, but it didn't sound good. "Things that should never be, sergeant..." Donny at that moment, looked into her eyes. If what people said about eyes being the window to the soul was true, then all he could see was a terrified one. "I once had the intention of being an informant for the allies, but I was a coward...Whenever I opened my mouth, no words came out. So all I've done for years is stand by. Stand by and-" Tears streamed down her cheek, and Donny tilted his head to the side, absolutely confused. He didn't feel sympathy. Not for a former fascist. But he wanted to listen, and make sure he could trust her enough about Landa. "I've stood by and said nothing. Sometimes that's worse than actually pulling a trigger...just letting it happen. I never said..." She trailed off, looking away in shame, patting her eyes with the back of her black satin covered hands. "Never said what?" "I never said no." He stared at her blankly, not knowing what to make of it at all, "No. Such a powerful word," She laughed softly, pathetically, as she wiped away a silent tear. "It gets you killed here, there, these day. 'No'...that could have saved at least one life. Just one..." "Why are you telling me this?" "You're a basterd, everyone that's someone to the nazis is here. You have a plan, and I want to make sure Hans doesn't stop you." "I got it.” He nodded, and reluctantly sighed, “Go, now." "Wh...what are you talking about?" Never in her life had anyone given Renatta a second chance. "If what you say is true, this guy Landa's gonna be more worried about me and the boys than where you are. You have enough time to get out, and get far away without anyone here noticing." He fully stepped away from her, let go of her waist, and lowered his gun. He had all the information he needed. Kisses and bullets wouldn't be necessary. She shook her head. No one on either side of the war would show her any kind of mercy close to that. "I'll be shot for this, no matter how this turns out." Donny sighed, knowing the clock was ticking, and that she was right. She may have just betrayed Hans Landa, but it was not enough of a saving grace outside of Le Gamaar. He took one look at her, and saw a short, unlived life. Short enough to only have known regimes and gunfire. She looked directly into his eyes, "No matter how this turns out, what I do, I will die. Let me stay." "Stay?" "Let me watch these regimes burn," She pleaded softly, and whispered, "Senza gloria..." He shook his head, "No. Go. Get to somewhere safe..." He couldn't believe he'd just said that, but he couldn't take it back now. He looked at her, that cowardly mess, and thought if she saw Hans, she'd backtrack and fess up again. To stop that from happening, he needed her out of the theater. "Don't go looking for Landa. Get it?" She smiled, for the first time in years, without her lips being pulled by strings of manipulation, "Grazie..." They went their ways, and Donny sat with Omar in the theater. Omar chuckled, and whispered, "Signorina?" Donny shook his head, trying to sound Italian as possible, "Gone-o." Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Aldo and Bridget hadn't shown up, and it was almost show time. He eased his way back out, and stood at the top of the stairs, looking down over the balcony, searching for a sign of Aldo or Bridget. Instead, he saw Renatta again. She was in the lobby, speaking to Hans. He couldn't understand what they were saying, but he understood that she didn't listen to Donny. What's more, Donny couldn't trust her anymore.

By default, he had to believe she broke down and told Hans about their conversation. The clock was ticking.

Donny and Omar didn't have time for this. He turned his back, and made his way back to get Omar so they could go on with Operation Kino. With or without Aldo and Bridget, this had to be done. What Donny didn't see was Renatta taking a stand for the first time in her life. She slipped Hans' gun out of his pocket. He looked down at her, eyes wide in betrayal, but his lips twisted, "You wouldn't dare, my love. You've always been so pathetic." As tears streamed down her face, he smirked, his hand reaching over the barel of the gun, "You wouldn't, you cowar-" One single gunshot, drowned out by the crowd and the reel of propaganda. One single bullet, tearing through Landa's hand, and straight through his skull. He dropped to his knees, and looked up at her, blood pouring through his nose and mouth in a betrayed, final gargled breath. She looked down for a few moments, watching as blood pooled out slowly, and collected beneath her heels, staining the bottom of her trailing dress. This was the first and only blood she did not feel sorry for. Renatta walked back up the stairs, and made her way to the opera box, without her escort, and without an ounce of regret. In a moment, smoke appeared, along with a face on the screen, with a message and a plot for revenge.

Renatta didn't understand what was happening. But she didn't mind. She leaned back, and smiled softly with a sigh, "Che spettacolo...." 'What a show...' She watched as regimes fell before her very eyes in a blaze, as she waited to meet her end. It came unexpectedly, in a suit, and a fit of rage.

Donny Donowitz stood before her, cornering her in the opera box, "I gave you a chance." She didn't know why he suddenly seemed to retract his mercy, but she didn't question it. Whatever anger Donny felt was justified in her eyes. So, when he shot her, she said nothing.

She looked up at him, no blame or reproach in her eyes as her blood pooled through her dress and trickled down. She took a breath, and turned away from him, and for a moment, watched the war end before her eyes. In a few moments, the entire high command was gone. Donny joined Omar back on the stairs, and were on their way out of the theater, when Donny saw a body face down in the middle of the lobby. Omar panicked, "ALDO?!" Donny shook his head, "It's not a white suit..." He ran up, and turned the body over, revealing Hans Landa's cold, dead eyes, and twisted grin. Omar looked to Donny again, "Maybe Aldo did this." Aldo would have scalped or marked him. Donny knew that. "It wasn't him..." His eyes widened with realization. The last person he saw with Hans was Renatta. It had to be her. "Go. I'll meet you outside." "What?!" Donny pushed Omar toward the exit, "I forgot something. Go, now! That's a fucking order." Omar had no choice. He walked through the smoke and disappeared. Donny ran back to the opera box, the flames nearly reaching it. "Renatta." Her eyes were beginning to close, her breathing beginning to slow, and blood pooled beneath her. Donny was about to step into the box, but she shot up with what was left of her breath, "No!" "You killed Hans. You...you didn’t lie to me, you-" He stepped onto the box, and heard a low, loud rumble as Renatta pleaded, "Stay back!" He stopped in his tracks. If he stepped over to get her, the opera box would collapse and fall into the fire below. He crouched down, "Ok, crawl to me, we still have time. We have four minutes." She shook her head, struggling to breathe. She could hardly move. There was no more time for her. "It's too late for me, s-sergeant. Don't w-wait for me." "You don't...you don't know that!" She lifted her eyes to look at him, and saw a shade of remorse. She shook her head slowly, trying to convince him, "I'll slow you down. You have time, I don't." "I'm...I'm sorry..." She shook her head again, smiling kindly at him. He could barely hear her voice over the roar of the fire, and the last few screams below, "Don't ever be sorry for what you've done here, soldier..." She gasped for a breath, "You're a g-good man." His head tilted to the side, as he spoke softly, "Renatta..." She pulled herself up, the balcony beginning to rumble lowly again. Renatta held on to the banister of the opera box, and looked over at the hellfire, watching the final few below writhe and scream, "Leave me here. There is no other place for a coward like me on this earth." "Don't..." She turned her head a little, not enough to meet him face to face again, just enough to see him out of the corner of her eye.

"Don't you understand? No matter what happened tonight, I was not going to survive the end of the war." She looked back out at the fire devouring the cinema and the high command, "Let me go," She shut her eyes and whispered, "Senza gloria... I deserve nothing more than this..."

"Renatta." "You have a minute left. Don't waste a lifetime for an inglourious moment with me." He nodded slowly and backed away from the creaking opera box. He reached the closest staircase, and looked back. All he could hear was the rumbling of the opera box, the roar of the fire, and Renatta whispering once again, “Senza gloria...” In her last moments, Renatta held her head up high, watching her impending inglourious fate approach her in silence. blood dripping down her dress, with one final smile, she watched the curtains close: The nazis' banners falling into the fire below. He left her, and made his way back outisde. He stood across the street with Omar, waiting for the grand finale. Omar broke the eerie silence as smoke began to rise above the street, "You let the Italian girl go, didn't you?" He didn’t see Donny shoot her. Donny nodded, "Yeah." Donny watched as the smoke rose, and knew that Renatta was right. No matter what he did, or she did, she was not going to live past the end of the war. No matter what happened, whether or not Operation Kino fell through, she would have been executed by the winner of the war. If the basterds failed, she would be killed as a traitor, and if they succeeded and she ran away, she’d be killed as a collaborator. She got out of it, and it was what she wanted most, to finally speak up. They watched as the cinema took its final bow, in a blaze of vengeance and ashes of atonement.

Donny nodded with a sigh, and a soft smile, hearing her voice one last time, as though it came with the wind that fueled the flames, "Senza gloria..."

#Inglourious Basterds

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desxtruction · 4 years

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an independent private highly selective multimuse rp. multiverse + selective shipping. ft. muses from dc comics + tv + movies, batb, ouatih, stranger things, 21 jump street, uncut gems, shakespeare, ect. mun is 25+ over 10 years of role playing experience. nsfw + triggers will be present. OC friendly. starter calls + memes never expire. ( GUIDELINES / MUSES )

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timdrakegeocities · 4 years

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literally feeling like one of those fucking. one direction au gifset people or the like stucky crossover people. like bc of that gifset im like Ok heres my ouatih oc whos there in place of al pacino or something,

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sdfgdsfgsd · 4 years

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ouatih dudes are not shippable really so thats why my ocs exist. i made them better

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nitrateglow · 5 years

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I just watched OUATIH.... what was up with the Cliff’s wife thing ? They mention it a lil then act like nothing. Also lmao it was Tarantino’s oc-insert fic where Sharon lives. It was fun

I think the wife thing is meant to keep you on edge about Cliff. He’s such a likable fellow, easily the most likable male character in the movie, and yet there’s this doubt hanging over our perception of him.

The idea that he might have killed his wife becomes more chilling when you see how brutal he’s able to get with the Manson followers at the end of the movie. It’s funny, but it does show he kind of goes beyond self-defense (ex. smashing that chick’s head into the brick wall beyond the point where she’s a threat).

Idk, it’s interesting as a subplot and complicates my favorite character in the film.

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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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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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knives-out20 · 3 years

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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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TiO - Bobby & The Buddies

Fandom: Once Upon A Time In Hollywood (2019)

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

Warnings: This is normal procedure now, Swearing, Faggotry, Gay shit idk, Homosexual tendencies, Another weird dark joke,

Notes: a ha ha...enjoy. Song used is TiO by Zayn. Dolly is an OC that belongs to my buddy, Dio.

Dedicated To: @mori-ohs

Bobby practically put his lips against his mic, crooning into it. “I can taste it on your mouth, and I can’t leave it. You’re a freak like me- can’t you see? We can work this something out, and I’m believin’...You get off on me, it’s like cheating” he shrugged, pulling away to let Deep take control of the song he mainly wrote himself- Bobby helped with the sound of it, but the lyrics were all him.

“I, I, I, I just want to watch you when you take it off” Deep purred, eyes falling softly closed. His fingers strummed against his guitar as he saw fit, just like how he planned. “Take off all your makeup, baby, take it off-”

Bobby and Beep caught each other glanced over at Ace. “You know?” Bobby mouthed to him.

“You do too?” Beep mouthed back.

“Did I not yell ‘hypocrite’ the other day?”

“Take off all your clothes, and watch you take it off~”

“Fair” Beep mouthed, shrugging.

Bobby, Deep, and Beep sang “take if off, take it off, baby, just take it off” twice, Deep controlling the next verse.

“Push me up against the wall, don’t take it easy” Deep grabbed his mic stand, shaking his head. “You like it hard like me...it’s what you need” he scoffed, smirk just about noticeable.

“Nice song?” Peep asked, appearing by Ace.

“Let’s get naked and explore, our inner secrets. For what it is,”

Ace crossed his arms, looking down at him. “Surprising coming from you- doesn’t your brother singing like that make you uncomfortable?”

“It’s what it is.”

“I mean, duh” Peep playfully rolled his eyes. “But, you gotta suck it up. You’re in a band with family, can’t get in the way of the fact that you’re in a band, full stop.”

Ace nodded in agreement.

Peep looked up at him, wondering if he truly was unaware that the song’s main element was the fact that Deep wrote it about him.

Deep repeated the chorus, Damien taking on the next line.

AKA, “Take it off, take it off, baby just take it off.”

Bobby carried on with “take it off, take it off, just-”

“Take it off, take it off, baby just take it off- take it off, baby just take it off” Deep sang, a hint of genuine pleading in his voice. His eyes were still closed, who knows what was happening behind his eyelids?

“Ow!” Bobby exclaimed, the Buddies giggling all around him.

“He always do that?” Gene asked, appearing beside Peep.

Peep jumped, holding Ace’s arm as if he was gonna protect her.

Ace grinned.

“Uh- yea. Either to make us laugh, or if it’s part of a- of a suggestive song- like this one. It’s kinda his thing, y’know?”

Gene looked her up and down, nodding and walking off.

“God.” Peep sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry, Ace.”

“No worries, Peep” Ace pat her head.

Deep straightened out his fingers, trailing them slowly up his microphone stand in a suggestive manner. “I just can’t wait, to see it all- I’m so turned on.”

“And it’s all mine” Bobby purred.

“I just can’t wait, to see it all- I’m so turned on” Deep riffed ‘on’, Peep, Bobby, and Beep catching Ace’s impressed expression from behind his excessive makeup.

Deep delivered the final chorus, the other men of the Buddies taking on vocalizations, echoes, and backing vocals. He panted silently when he finished, hearing Frankie tap his drumstick together in applaud.

Ace joined in, with actual applaud. “Sick shit, Deep!” He called.

Deep chuckled, turning to look over his shoulder. “Ah, thanks” he nodded, the attention from the others slowly leaking off of him and onto other things. “Hey, Ace, wanna hear something?”

“You know it” Ace grinned, pointing at Deep with both pointer fingers. He walked towards Deep, towering over the man because of his platformed boots.

“I went to the store to buy some condoms. When I went to the checkout, the lady asked me, do I need a paper bag? I said ‘no, I’ll just turn out the lights.’“

Ace exploded in hyena-like laughter, some of the Buddies laughing along because they overheard. He doubled over, grabbing Deep’s shoulder to help him keep steady.

Deep looked at Ace’s hand on his shoulder, blushing lightly. Slowly, he put his hand over Ace’s to ‘keep it from slipping’, if he were to get asked why.

Ace put his other hand on Deep’s other shoulder, pushing on them to help him stand back up. “Wow, man- wow,” he panted, dumbed down to a fit of giggles. “You ‘n’ your siblings really know your shit, huh? Joke-making and lyric-writing...what more could anyone want?”

Deep got his hopes up with that, eyes going slightly wide. “Wow, I mean- I dunno. Charisma? Looks? Good in the sack?”

Ace shrugged. “If you can make someone laugh, there’s a chance that’ll be all you need.”

Deep felt his hopes reach as high up as the heavens. “Y’think so?”

“I know so. Hey, you should tell that to your brother. He tryin’ so hard to get to Starchild? Crack a joke or two, funny is sexy.”

Deep nodded obediently, “yea, sure, I’ll tell ‘im.”

“Good boy” Ace purred, patting Deep’s head and walking away.

Deep watched, same as always. Blue eyes trailing from the broad shoulders of Ace’s silly spaceman outfit, to dangerously loitering around his narrow waist.

“Snap out of it” Maria scoffed, shoving Deep.

Deep rolled his eyes. He turned around, seeing Beep talking to Starchild a way’s away from the stage.

“How’s your lil’ crushy-dushy going?” Bobby giggled, chin on Deep’s shoulder.

“‘Crushy-dushy’?”

Bobby platonically kissed Deep’s cheek. “Uh-huh, and ‘crushy-bushy’ for Beep. I need a name as stupid as the idea that you two fell for a couple of our employers. Why can’t you be more like your sister-”

“Like I haven’t heard that enough in my life-”

“Shut up,” Bobby snickered, dragging out the ‘u’ in ‘up’. “Anyways, Derek, why can’t Benji and you be more like her, and simply be scared shitless of Gene, leaving him for Dolly to take care of?”

Deep scoffed. “Rats, my bad for falling for people using the feelings I can’t fuckin’ control. Whatever shall I do?” He dramatically apologized.

Bobby kissed his teeth, playing with the tassels on his jacket. “Steal a pair of my gogo boots-”

“You have more than one?”

“You don’t?” Bobby jokingly shot back. “Steal a pair and be closer to Ace’s height. Simple.”

“Then what?”

“Well, start playin’ this new single and start feelin’ and touchin’ and kissin’ and-”

“Okay, okay, I don’t need to hear what a usual night between you and Cliff is like” Deep teased.

“Oh, fuck you.”

“No thank you.”

“I’d shove you but clearly, I’m not the one you want pushing you against walls, eh?”

“...Touche.”

“Push me up against the wall” Bobby crooned as he turned around, smiling as he watched Ace talk to Peter. “Ace’s my favourite, but don’t tell the others that I said that. You made a good choice. Now you just gotta catch it.”

“I know that.”

Bobby turned Deep to face him. “I believe in ya, Deep. Honestly. I believe in you ‘n’ Beep almost as much as I believe in Cliff ‘n’ me. Cliff ‘n’ me, we’re eternal. I believe in us more than anyone and anything in the universe. You understand, don’t cha?”

Deep nodded. “Yea, I do. Each time I see that ring he got for ya, I do.”

Bobby waved his left hand in front of Deep’s face, remembering their first conversation about it.

Bobby hopped into the the seat behind the passenger seat of Frankie’s car. ”Onward, ho!” He exclaimed, his buddies hollering along as they drove down the street. ”What’s on the plate today, prostitutes?”

Penelope, aka Peep, leaned back in the passenger seat. ”We’re hitting the roads today, doing whatever in between, and ending it off on some good ol’ cliff jumping. Kapeesh?”

Bobby nodded obediently. ”Vague, exciting. Very fresh.” He counted heads, “where’s Maria?”

Benji, aka Beep, sucked his teeth. ”On a date. Some guy named, uh, Jim? James? Heck if I know” he shrugged.

Derek, aka Deep, sat between Beep and Bobby. ”Speaking of dates, I heard someone finally tamed the wild and chaotic Bobby D. Brightside~” he teased, nudging Bobby.

“No, no, no. Someone finally tamed Cliff goddamn Booth, that’s the feat” Beep corrected. ”The dude’s a unit, and you’re telling me he popped a nice ‘n’ shiny ring for for a scrawny motherfucker from Baltimore?”

Bobby smiled sweetly, blushing at the mere thought of Cliff..

“Aw, rats- we lost Bobby. Hey! Earth to Bobby!” Deep called, nudging him.

“Eh?”

“You were gone for a second. Got a Cliff-induced smile.”

“That happens, y’know that. You got an Ace-induced grin yourself. Like how Beep’s got a Starchild-smile.”

“Well...You’re right, but Jesus, you didn’t have to say it.”

Bobby laughed. “I know y’both mean well, I do. Just...tread lightly, alright? Love in the world of rock ‘n’ roll can prove to be dangerous at times, no matter the people involved” he sucked his teeth. “And trust me, people can do some...weird shit, for love” Bobby winced. “I happen know from experience” he added, remembering the adrenaline rush he got from the night he strangled Billie Booth, in that fateful alleyway, on the fateful night that he got away with her murder.

And to this day, not a single person knows he killed her. No one. Not Cliff, Rick, the Buddies, KISS, MJ, Dolly, Soup, Emil, Floyd, Bruce, no one. And it’s gonna stay that way.

“Don’t- Don’t fall into that weird, scary pit. Okay? Same goes for Beep” Bobby asked, pointing over at Beep and waving at him.

Deep arched a brow, but decided not to ask any questions.

Bobby hasn’t been very secretive about his past, so anything he hasn’t told the Buddies, Deep assumed it must be something too personal.

Deep understands that. He nodded. “Got it, Bobster.”

Bobby smiled, patting Deep’s cheek. “Atta boy, Deep.”

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