#rockstar 'verse OCs

[perfectpaperbluebirds]

Sicktember #7

Prompt: “You’re A Jerk When You’re Sick”

Fandom/OCs: Rockstar ‘verse OCs (Vic)

Words: 2360

Sicknario inspo: Intentionally getting sick from this post and keeping someone company when they’re sick from this post. 

CW: Lots of swearing and general crass “locker room” talk but nothing explicitly s*xual. 

Author’s comments/background: One of my favorite things I wrote this year, and the next thing I write will also probably be for this AU. I was quite happy with how the banter came out and just loved being able to apply this scenario so flawlessly. Again, the prompt basically wrote itself, I just leant it some OCs and extra words. 

For those that recall my previous Rockstar fic from Sicktember last year, (or want to check it out here) this is set prior to Vic meeting Addison, but not much prior. This was probably the last time he got sick before meeting her, though I don’t have an official timeline for them at the moment. 

Same disclaimer as prior, I have no experience with the music industry whatsoever, so forgive any glaring errors if they exist. 

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He had sat through plenty of recording sessions before, but this felt like the longest one of his life. Vic tried not to be too obvious as he checked his watch yet again. They should have finished more than an hour ago, and Chinese takeout was calling his name. He did his best not to glare at every single person in the room, but he was mad at each of them, whether they deserved it or not. 

He idly wondered why he was in such a bad mood. He used to love recording when he first got into all this. It was the place he felt the most like himself, the place he could ignore everyone else and just focus on the music. He’d sat through one too many sessions apparently, though, and he couldn’t stand one more minute of hearing other people’s opinions about his music. He just wanted to be alone for a while. 

He was about to mumble something along those lines to Fletcher, but was annoyed with himself when he turned to Fletcher's usual seat and Fletcher was not there, as had been the case for the last two days. He'd never been jealous of someone for having a cold before, but today he was. Fletcher was probably sitting at home in the peace and quiet, watching TV or snacking or doing whatever he damn well pleased. Which is exactly what Vic wanted to be doing. 

Then, Vic had an idea. He COULD be doing that… if he got sick too. And finding a way to see Fletcher would be an easy way to catch something… if he was actually willing to go that far. 

But was he? It was certainly a convenient time. The only things on his calendar for the next few days were publicity bullsh*t. And more goddamn recording. Which he could make up whenever. But was he actually considering going to another man's house and finding a way to infect himself with that man's germs? He glanced over to see the producer yelling at one of the sound techs. Yes, he decided. He was ready to do anything to get away for a few days. 

The rest of the session was a blur as he was lost in planning his great escape and psyching himself up for what he needed to do. He had a ready-made excuse to get himself into Fletcher’s apartment: Vic was already planning to get Chinese food, and he could easily pick some up for his sick buddy, especially since Fletcher loved Chinese more than anyone he knew. No, getting in the door would be the easy part. What came after that, though, required mental preparation. 

~~~

He was at Fletcher's door less than an hour after bolting from the studio, two greasy takeout bags in hand. He had to knock several times before the door opened, which made him panic a little, thinking his friend had gone somewhere else to recover. But the sick man finally appeared, clearly having been woken from sleep and none-too-happy about it. 

"The f*ck d'you want?" the Brit groused, rubbing his red eyes. "I was sound asleep, ya twat."

"Nice to see you too. You might wanna rethink how you greet someone who's bringing you food."

"Why the hell would you do that? You bloody well know I'm f*ckin' sick." Still, he eyed the bags hungrily. A helpful breeze blew the smell of the hot food right toward him, and Vic hoped he could smell it, though judging by his congested voice he probably couldn't.

"Obviously I know you're sick, that's why I'm doing it. I wanted to check on you, make sure you're doing okay. Also, has anyone ever told you you're a jerk when you're sick? Because you are."

"I'm always a jerk. And ya could've called before walking your ass to my door, wanker." 

"We basically just got out of the session. Didn't have much chance to call."

"Oh, so there was no chance at all to give a ring during the half hour wait for the food? Right, mate. I'll believe that." Fletcher rolled his eyes, but Vic could tell he was pleased. 

"Oh shut up. Ya gonna invite me in or what?"

The other man looked confused now. "No need for that. It's a f*ckin' biohazard zone in here. I feel f*ckin' disgusting. I know I look it too. Wouldn't want you to catch anything. I'll just take it." He held out his hand for the bags. 

Vic was persistent and didn't relinquish his hold. "I was actually planning to eat with you. I don't care about your germs, and I don't wanna deal with all the traffic back to my place before I get to eat. And like I said, I wanted to check on you. Keep you company for a bit."

Fletcher rolled his eyes again. "You're a strange one, mate. But whatever. Suit yourself. Just don't cry to me when you've caught this in a day or two."

"Oh I definitely won't," Vic thought to himself as he followed his friend inside. He made sure to be the one to close the door, grabbing the doorknob as soon as the other man let go, then nonchalantly rubbing his hand across his nose when Fletcher's back was turned. Everyone knows doorknobs are the place to start if you want to catch something. Speaking of which, the bathroom was his next target. The cleanliness of the bathroom in this apartment was questionable on the best day. Today Vic was certain it would be the perfect place to ensure his plan came to fruition. 

He set the bags of food on the coffee table as Fletcher flopped back onto the couch, where he'd clearly been spending a lot of time. Vic slid one of the bags to him. 

"I got you the beef and broccoli. And egg rolls obviously. Extra sweet and sour."

"Winner. Thanks for bringing this, by the way. If I haven't said that already." Fletcher took the food eagerly, looking pleased as he surveyed the contents.

"You're welcome. You'd do the same for me."

"No I bloody well wouldn't. The hell are you on about?"

"You're right," Vic laughed. "It just seemed like the thing to say I guess. Mind if I use the loo? Gotta piss like a racehorse."

"I'd piss outside with the bears if I were you. You don't wanna go in there. Ain't been cleaned since I got sick. And don't say loo, you sound like a tool."

"There's no bears in the city, assface," Vic replied. As if it were an afterthought, he picked up the mess of used tissues from the table, giving Fletcher a look as he gingerly began to carry them to the bathroom with him.

"Leave 'em. I was gonna take care of 'em."

"Well I'm not about to eat with them next to my food," Vic retorted. "Just shut up and eat."

He left the swear-y Brit muttering to himself about idiot Americans as he shut himself in the bathroom. 

He did dispose of the tissues, but not before thoroughly running his hands over them, feeling very strange as he did so. He reflexively cringed away as a finger hit a particularly wet spot, but upon further consideration, he rubbed that hand under and around his nose again, feeling dirty somehow. For the final touch, he grabbed a water cup from beside the sink which still held a few ounces of water, likely from the last time Fletcher had taken medicine. Trying not to think about what he was doing, he put his mouth right where his friend's had been and swallowed down the rest of the water, though he couldn't keep from making a face. Feeling thoroughly skeevy, but grimly satisfied that the deed was done, he actually used the toilet (because he really did have to piss) and pretended to wash his hands. 

Fletcher was steadily eating when he reemerged, but the sick man was clearly hampered by his dripping nose and kept scrubbing it into his shoulder or against his wrist. He really didn't look well and Vic felt sorry for him. 

"You need a water or anything?" Vic asked.

"Just sit the f*ck down and eat, Jesus. You're acting like a pussy."

Vic rolled his eyes but did as he was told, grabbing his own food at last. "I'm just trying to help. You seem pretty sick. Are you sure you're okay?"

He expected another smart-ass reply but Fletcher finally sighed. "I'm hanging in. Lila's been checking on me, making sure I have stuff. It's only a cold. I just like to piss and moan."

"Well that's good at least. Hopefully that means you're back at work soon. The sessions are such a drag when you're gone."

"Damn right they are. Has Sam pulled his head out of his ass about the new tracks yet?"

They delved into shop talk from there until they had both finished eating. Vic made his exit shortly thereafter, since Fletcher was clearly ready to get some more sleep once his stomach was full. Vic tried not to think much about what he'd done as he drove home, though a sense of shame continued to linger. Still, a few days off, days when he wouldn't even have to leave his bed if he didn't want to, would be well worth anything he was feeling right now. 

~~~

Two mornings later, he was thrilled when he woke up with a sore throat and an itchy nose, and he had to keep from smiling to himself as the cold developed nicely through the rest of the day. By evening his breaths were distinctly phlegmy, breathing through his nose was a lost cause, and he was catching more than a few stray sneezes into his elbow. Even the budding sinus headache didn't dampen his mood. He made it a point to make a big deal about his symptoms to anyone nearby so no one would be surprised when he canceled his obligations for the next few days. 

The morning after that, he woke up with the same disgusting cold he'd seen on Fletcher earlier in the week, and he wasted no time in calling everyone to say he would not be around for a few days, making sure to sound as sick as possible, which wasn't a difficult feat in his current state. He really did feel shitty and gross, but he could be home and feel shitty and gross. He could sleep and watch TV and play video games all he wanted. He needed that more than he could possibly express. 

His phone ringing interrupted that first languid afternoon. He shook himself awake from his most recent nap, expecting to ignore the call, but wanting to check who it was just in case. He frowned upon seeing Fletcher's name on the screen and decided to answer. 

"Oy! Where you at? They said you're sick, that true?"

"Yep, it's true," Vic sniffled. 

"Well shite. It's not what I have, is it?"

"I dunno. Maybe. I don't think I was around anyone else that's been sick." 

"Aww hell. Tough luck, that."

"It's whatever. I guess a cold was coming for me one way or another."

"Oh it's coming, all right. It ain't no cold though, mate. I have some kind of flu."

An icy finger of worry slid down Vic's spine. "Oh crap," the singer croaked.

"Got that right. Lila had to bring me to the hospital the day after I saw you. Started feeling strange the next day, couldn't stay awake and all spinny. I was burning by the time I saw Lila. Had a fever of 104 when we got to the hospital. They kept me overnight for safety. You had a fever at all?"

"No," Vic said weakly. "I don't think so anyway."

"Well if you caught what I have you will. Best keep an eye on that."

"But you're feeling better now, right?" Vic asked desperately. "You're back at the studio today."

"Hell no. I feel like hot garbage. Wearin' a sweater for the damn chills. Can still barely stay awake. I can't afford to miss any more work, though. And they were begging me. I had to."

"Well shit," Vic mumbled. "That's just great."

"Hey, you were the one that chose to come into my place. I told you not to cry when you got sick. But I wanted to call and warn you. Sounds like your fate is already sealed, though."

"Sounds like it," Vic sighed. "I appreciate the warning anyway. Hope you feel better soon, Fletch."

"You too. Cheers." 

The line went dead, and Vic let the phone fall, staggering to his feet as his head throbbed with sinus pressure. He scrambled to locate the thermometer in the medicine cabinet, popping it into his mouth immediately. He fearfully checked the screen when it beeped, but he was only at 99.0. Not really a fever… yet. 

He shuffled his way back to the couch and flopped down with a wheezy sigh. His best hope was that he caught a milder version of what Fletcher had, but now he would need to be checking his temperature regularly. He had no Lila to look in on him, no roommates, no one that would think to check on him, at least for a few days. He was on his own, for better or worse. Generally, that was how he preferred it. He had never considered before that living alone could be dangerous, though.  

But for now he was okay. For now, it just felt like a cold, and maybe it wouldn't progress beyond that. He let himself relax, and the sleepy fog of sickness was quick to cover him again. He had paid a price for this free time, and he was going to enjoy it while it lasted.

[queenimmadolla]

hey i have a req for the penny verse!! if u want can u possibly do penny gets her period and like starts freaking out and only eddie’s home so he’s like “uh- i’ll go get some pads” if u want to ofc!!! i love ur writing <33

five months later and i was finally able to get to this one. sorry about the wait and i hope i did it just! this was also definitely influenced by me finally having seen Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret.

rockstar!eddie manip by the talented @themunsonator5000!

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫

(dad!rockstar!eddie munson x mom!reader) *but like you're not even in this*

summary: Your daughter gets her first period while you’re away and only Eddie is home. Somehow, she ends up comforting him.

warnings: lots of sentiment, brief (and i mean brief) mention of an oc side character death, angst, fluff, some hurt and whole lot of comforting. and of course mentions of periods.

𝗮/𝗻: 𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲'𝘀 𝗮 𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘀��𝗮𝗿 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁, 𝗴𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂! more dad!eddie here.

Eddie let out a sigh as he collapsed back onto the couch, body nearly sinking into it.

  The house was finally quiet. He wasn’t sure if he liked that or not. Felt foreign to him, especially in the new house.

  He glanced around the living room, brown eyes lingering on a few empty boxes that had yet to be broken down from the move.

  It was a big change, moving from Hawkins to California and he was well aware there wasn’t a single member of his family that was feeling completely positive about the experience. He could tell you were trying to be, for his sake and for the kids, but leaving behind all your friends was difficult. Even Eddie was struggling, despite Jeff, Gareth and Anthony being close by.

  Corroded Coffin had picked up quite a bit of traction and a loyal fanbase that was stemming into a borderline crazed one. The demand for more performances and appearances was high. Eddie never thought they’d ever reach this level, had dreamed of it once but after he found out you were pregnant with Penny, he didn’t care for the dream anymore. He preferred his reality, his family.

  Then the kids got older and you always encouraged him to keep playing so they did, and it happened. It wasn’t instant, overnight, or even close in years but they’d finally reached the point where the members were rarely in Hawkins. It had been the source of a lot of tension in your relationship, the hardest thing the two of you had ever gone though. You hated that he wasn’t around much and so did Eddie, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. Contracts had been signed and the ink had already dried.

  The fighting had been exhausting, at one point it felt as though the two of you lost each other and that had been terrifying. 

  And his kids—his babies. He was missing out on his babies growing up and it broke his fucking heart. Wayne appeared indifferent, but Eddie knew he cared and Penny was like you, always trying to seem okay and put together but she was hiding stuff from him—no scary secrets or rebellion, she was hiding her feelings.

  When you found out you were pregnant again, in the midst of all the fighting and distance, it had been the final straw for Eddie. He wasn’t about to let his family slip between his fingers. 

  The moment a show ended, and he didn’t have another the following day, he was rushing off stage to shower, throwing some inconspicuous clothes on to keep the invasive cameras from recognizing him, before he was on the next flight to Indiana. It didn’t matter if he only got to be there sporadically, he was there every. single. chance. he got.

  And when Maple was born during one of their concerts, Gareth was subbing in for lead vocals while he was holding your hand in the delivery room.

  It took time, love and a lot of nurturing but things got better. Then, you’d brought up moving to California. Most of Corroded Coffin’s appearances were based in the area which meant you and the kids would be closer to him, able to see him nearly every day if he wasn’t doing press or touring.

  You were extending the olive branch. 

  In truth, he hadn’t wanted to agree immediately, knew he’d be leaving Wayne behind (the old man said he wasn’t meant for city life, that he’d stay and have a place for his grandkids to visit and he couldn’t leave behind the women he loved, both of them now resting in the same cemetery), as well as your shared friends and the friends Penny and Wayne had made. It was a lot to leave. 

  In the end, you were willing to leave everything if it meant you’d never have to leave Eddie, never have to break your family. So, the boxes had been packed and labeled, goodbyes had been exchanged (Penny had cried when little Winnie, Megan and Margot Harrington, hadn’t wanted to let her go and Wayne had exchanged a heartfelt hug with his namesake, who was his favorite person to be around) and all your friends and family had been left waving goodbye to you from the rearview mirror.

  Yeah. Everyone was adjusting.

  Which led to today. Wayne had a field trip to the zoo, which he didn’t want to go on because of how new he was and his lack of friends. You’d been planning on taking the baby and going with him (the only way he’d agree to go) until Penny came down with something last night, complaining about not feeling good which meant you’d have to stay home with her. 

  If Eddie’s family was making sacrifices for him, then he was more than willing to make a sacrifice on behalf of Ari, his publicist, and canceled an interview he hadn’t even wanted to do in the first place. The guys were also happy to stay home, so it was a win. You took Wayne on his field trip, because Eddie couldn’t go anywhere without some dick with a camera following him around, and Eddie stayed home with Penny and Maple.

  Only, Penny locked herself away in her room and either Eddie was really out of practice or Maple just had a difficult time bonding with him because she would not stop wailing and shrieking. She had more teeth breaching her gums, and Eddie had tried everything he could to sooth her, everything he’d used with Penny and Wayne; frozen teething toys, massaged over the area of her gums, baby orajel, cuddles, she just fought him every time. 

  The only reason she’d gone down was because of how hard she’d been crying, little body shaking and trembling as she shrieked as loud as her little lungs would allow her to, tears streaming down her face and continuously pooling in her eyes. She’d worn herself out.

  Big moment of defeat for him, he’d felt guilty ever since he put her in her crib, wiping the wet trails from her face. Even in sleep, she didn’t look at peace.

  He could play to sold out arenas, had played a five hour concert in Madison Square fucking Garden, but he couldn’t sooth his baby, couldn’t take his son to the zoo and his oldest barely talked to him. 

  The life of a Rockstar.

  With a heavy sigh, Eddie reached to his side for the remote to the television. When his palm met the fabric of the cushions, he let out a more aggressive sigh, rising so he could take the couch apart in his search for that damn remote even though he knew it would somehow pop up in the most conspicuous place, though he’d last left it on that fucking cushion.

  He’d just lifted one large cushion when he heard a high pitched shriek.

  “MOM!”

  Penny.

  Eddie dropped the cushion as he ran upstairs towards her room. When he burst through the door, head whipping around, he still couldn’t find her. Then he noticed the light coming from under her bathroom door and rushed forward.

  “Penny?!” He called out, aggressively twisting the knob but it didn’t budge. He got desperate and shouldered the door, ready to break it down in an instant if she didn’t answer, “Penny, are you okay?!”

  “I need mom!” She called through the door.

  “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” He kept trying the knob, eager to just yank it off and get to his little girl.

  Had she slipped and fallen? Thrown up? Should he call an ambulance–no, fuck that, they’d be too slow, he’d grab Penny and the baby and take her himself.

  “NO! I’m fine, I just–I need mom.” Penny sounded closer, and Eddie felt a little relieved to know she wasn’t injured. But why didn’t she want him?

  “I can help, sweet pea! Your tummy upset? I can make some soup! Or-or I can go get you what you need!”

  “The only thing I need is mom.” She was right on the other side of the door now. 

  Eddie sighed, forehead dropping against his side of the bathroom door in defeat. Of course she didn’t want to talk to him. “Well, mom isn’t here right now. So. I guess you're stuck with me.”

  Alright, maybe Eddie had been expecting her to take pity on him but she didn’t.

  The door remained closed and she stayed silent so with a heavy heart, Eddie settled against the wall opposite of the door. He’d be there for her when she decided to come out.

  It took about ten minutes before he heard the door unlock and it opened slowly, just her head poking out in his exact direction, as if she’d known he’d still be there. Her big brown eyes were vulnerable, eyebrows slightly furrowed–she was nervous.

  “I’m bleeding.” She said it so softly, it had Eddie scrambling up and towards her. She backed into the bathroom to allow him in, but when he looked her over, he didn’t see any injuries. She was just fidgeting, playing with her fingers. It was when she glanced up at him and then nervously to the toilet bowl that it clicked for him.

  Penny had her first period. 

  “Oh, shit.”

  “Dad!”

  “Sorry, sorry! I just–wow, uh, first…”

  “Period, dad. I got my period!” She rolled her eyes and Eddie just nodded, head moving like a bobble head.

  “I know! I know! Trust me, I know what a period is. I’m just–you caught me off guard, I mean your mom said–.” And then Eddie recalled exactly what you said, “Hold on, I’ll be right back.”

  Eddie ran from her bathroom, towards the master bedroom. Sure enough, a peak under one of your shared bathroom cabinets produced a box of pads, unopened. 

  “Yes.” He hissed, snatching it from its place before he ran back to her room. Penny hadn’t moved from her spot, eyes widening as he offered her the box and wiped the hair out of his face.

  “Here. Your mom got you these, she said–she uh, had a feeling you’d, you know, start soon.”

  Penny took the box from his hands, glancing down at them in wonder. 

  Eddie watched her, heart clenching for some reason he couldn’t quite explain. 

  “Pretty big moment, huh?” He broke the silence with a soft chuckle, clearing his rapidly tightening throat.

  It turned out to be the right thing to say, she angled her head up to beam at him. 

  “I can’t believe I got it, everyone else has it but I didn’t think I would!” 

  Penny was excited about it, you’d explained to him that she would be when she first got her period, because Eddie knew how much you hated yours (unless you thought you were pregnant–then it was suddenly your best friend who you missed dearly). It would be a big moment for her, a right of passage in girlhood or something. Or at least one that tampon and pad companies established. 

  “So it is a big moment,” Eddie reiterated, blinking hard.

  “Yeah, I–dad, are you crying?”

  Eddie kept blinking, shaking his head as his vision blurred and he sniffled, “No. Why would I be crying? I’m not crying, my little girl has a period. That’s it. Nothing to cry over.”

  “Dad…” She started before she placed the box on the tile and hugged his waist.

  That’s when Eddie actually started crying, bending over to wrap his arms around her shoulders. He held her like that for a few moments, pressing a few kisses to the top of her head.

  It seemed like she was trying to comfort him because she didn’t pull away, just let him hold her until eventually he realized she’d need to actually use one of those pads.

  “You know how to work those, right?” He asked, standing straight though his hands remained on her shoulders as her arms went back to her sides.

  “I know how to use them, dad, some of the girls at school showed me theirs.” She laughed out, “I still can’t believe I got it!”

  “Is that why you didn’t go to school?” He asked and she got quiet, shifting her weight and toeing the grout before she looked up at him, eyes clouded with guilt.

  “Shanti’s having a sleepover tonight and if I went to school, they’d know I’m not sick.” She admitted and Eddie frowned.

  “I was actually talking about cramps, but she didn't invite you?”

  Penny went back to avoiding his gaze and walked over to the bathroom wall, resting her back against it so she could slide to the floor and pull her knees to her chest. Eddie immediately joined her, one knee up and the other leg spread out. She was finally talking to him, he didn’t want it to end.

  “She invited me, but they’re just gonna talk about their periods and boys and stuff. And I didn’t have my period so I didn’t want to go.”

  “Oh, I see,” Eddie didn’t want to talk about the subject of boys and stuff, he’d put that off for years if he could. “You could go now, you’ve got your period.”

  “I don’t know,” she put her chin on the top of her knees, and Eddie stared at her, still so amazed at how much she looked like you. “I don’t know if they really like me. I’m trying really hard, but it doesn’t feel easy, doesn’t feel natural.”

  “I know how you feel,” he muttered and when she glared at him from the corner of his eyes for daring to try to relate to a girl in the sixth grade, he started rambling, “Sometimes, you know, you feel like you’ve got to try hard to get people to talk to you and sometimes you feel like they’re not happy with you so you try harder, and then you can’t tell if they like you or if they like how hard you’re trying or how desperate you are to be with them and wanting them to spend time with you or if you’re just annoying them. And they feel bad for you.”

  Eddie stared at the large mirror across from the pair, at his reflection and soaked in the truth of it all. He could relate to Penny a little too much.

  His head lulled to the side, catching her eyes as she watched him.

  “But she invited you, baby. If you ask me, I think they want to be your friends. Maybe it doesn’t feel natural because you’re scared to stop trying so hard.”

  She considered his statement, pursing her lips. 

  “Maybe you’re right. Can I even go? You’re not mad at me for lying?”

  Eddie huffed out a breathy laugh, hand reaching over to stroke over her curls, “About this? No. I’m just glad you told me. You can go if you want, okay?”

  She nodded, and Eddie withdrew his hands as she stretched her legs out, figuring the conversation was over. He felt a little better about their relationship–she hadn’t iced him out after all. 

  Penny moved onto her knees, ready to push herself up and Eddie was about to do the same thing when she got his attention. 

  “Uhm, daddy?”

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “I think the people you’re talking about moved from Hawkins over here because they want to be with you, too. All the time. You don’t have to try so hard, ‘cause we love you a lot. Maple’s just a big cry baby.”

  There was no way Eddie could deny the water at his lower lash line or the two large tears that trailed down his cheeks. “C’mere.”

  Penny wrapped her arms around his shoulders as Eddie hugged her to him tightly, eyes squeezing shut as the two ton weight that had been pressing on his heart was lifted by a little girl barely half his size.

  “I love you, daddy.” She whispered, squeezing him back. Ediie could feel something wet pressing against his neck and he realized she was crying, too. The last time he’d seen her cry was when they said goodbye to everyone in Hawkins. Eddie inhaled a shaky breath as he responded, a hand moving to cradle the back of her head.

  “I love you, too, baby. I love you all so much.” 

  They held each other until she pulled away, wiping at her face. 

  “I have to put on a pad, daddy.”

  “Oh, right. Yeah. I’ll give you some privacy.” Eddie pushed himself up, stretching his arms up and relishing in the sensation.

  “Can we watch The Wild Thornberrys after?”

  “Of course, baby.” That was the children’s show Flea always bragged about being on. Dude had so many movie roles, it was insane. 

  Eddie was about to leave the bathroom, doorknob in his hand to close it behind him when she stopped him again, “And daddy, if you want to spend time with me, you can always take me to the Spice Girls concert.”

  Eddie smirked, amused with the innocent act she was playing, eyelashes batting and making her eyes appear even wider.

  “I’ll think about it.”

  While Penny finished up, Eddie checked in on Maple–who was awake and waiting for him, pacifier in her mouth and little arms outstretched the moment he came into view.  His little mini-me (out of all of his kids, she looked the most like Eddie) cuddled up to him as soon as he picked her up, cheek resting on his shoulder.

  Then he went in search of the house phone so he could call Ari and get tickets for the next Spiceworld show.

(Penny ended up finding the remote for the TV on the arm of the loveseat where Eddie had not left it.)

[kikis-writing-world]

Espresso

Or: She needed to come back down to earth

Chrissy Cunningham has tickets to see her favorite pop star perform. It's a concert she'll never, ever forget.

Past Eddie/Chrissy, current female Pop Star!Reader/Rockstar!Eddie

*In the 3rd person, can also be read as an OC

Word Count: 3k

Rating/Warnings: Reader is female presenting and performed Espresso originally by Sabrina Carpenter, and I describe her as moving and posing, but possibly with the aid of dansers? - blank slate otherwise. No Upside Down. Could be read either canon!AU (mid 90s or so as they're adults now) or modern!AU. If I missed anything AU wise or blankslate!reader wise, please let me know kindly <3 I'm only human.

This work is rated PG but this blog is always 18+

A/N: The song got me, what can I say? Somewhere in my head Espresso mixed with Sk8er Boy by Avril Lavigne and here's what you get. A little fic to whet your appetite. Not edited, not betaed, written in about 1.5 hours while also at work- but I hope you enjoy it anyway <3

divider by @saradika-graphics

“Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso-

Chrissy giggled as she sang along to the track floating from the state of the art boombox on her dresser. Her best friends, Cindy and Linda, danced around the bedroom with her, feeling like teens again as they got ready for the concert that evening.

“I can’t get enough of this song,” Linda gushed as she leaned close to the mirror above Chrissy’s vanity. She stopped singing along with the other girls long enough to apply her shiny lip gloss to perfection.

“She’s the best.” Chrissy agreed, turning the volume up even farther, hitting the threshold as the boombox reached max volume.

“Can I borrow this?” Cindy asked, picking up one of Chrissy’s eyeshadow palettes.

“Of course,” Chrissy agreed without thought, only to pause. “Wait- as long as you use that pink,” Chrissy amended, pointing to the neon hue. “Because it’s perfect with your outfit.”

The girls all laughed as they agreed on it being the perfect shade.

“How did you even get these tickets, it’s been sold out for months?” Linda asked, turning away from the mirror, bopping in place to the music.

“Daddy has a client whose son’s fiance got mono on her bachelorette vacation, so they canceled the wedding. They sold her tickets to afford the cancellation fees.” Chrissy explained as she compared two necklaces against her outfit. The girls cringed in sympathy, but the mood was quickly uplifted as they all tuned back into the music, forgetting the unknown couple’s problems. The tornado of excitement and glitter moved through the room until suddenly the girls all stopped what they were doing to sing along in tandem.

“I'm working late 'cause I'm a singer Oh, he looks so cute wrapped around my finger

The three faced each other as they sang, sharing the moment as they each performed their hearts out as if they were the one performing on stage tonight. The three danced, twirling their hips and waving their arms the way they did as teens, trying to get all the boys’ attention. Not the three grown adults they were, with homes, partners and responsibilities. It was freeing to feel so young again.

“My twisted humor, make him laugh so often My honey bee, come and get this pollen-

The three all shrieked with laughter as they reached the end of the verse, laughing at each other’s lewd dance moves in camaraderie.

“Oh shit, is that the time?!” Cindy gasped, cutting off the raucous laughter. The other two girls turned to the clock Cindy was staring at, noticing time did indeed fly when you were having this much fun. If they didn’t finish getting ready soon, they would be late and then have a hard time finding a good spot to watch the show from.

“Shit!” Chrissy cursed, barely audible over the blasting music. She jogged over to the boombox, turning it down a few notches to a more reasonable volume.

All three women snapped back to task, perfecting their make-up and concert looks. It wasn’t long before they were running out the door and into Chrissy’s powder blue Beamer. Chrissy hadn’t even backed out of the driveway before Linda had the car stereo blasting the album, right where they had left off in the house. The three women sped down the highway, singing along to the tracks they would soon be hearing live.

Chrissy was sure her perfectly coiffed hair was falling and frizzing up, her carefully applied make-up turned into colourful smudges across her cheeks, the boots styled to match her outfit splattered with dirt and mud - but she couldn’t care less. She was having the time of her life at the concert. The singing was amazing, even better than the album. The dancing, the choreography - the hunky dancers. She was having the best time, dancing and singing along with Cindy and Linda.

“This is AMAZING!” Linda shrieked as the song ended. Chrissy clapped and cheered while Cindy jumped up and down.

“Alright, alright,” the woman on stage spoke, waving off everyone still cheering after the last number she performed. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath from the singing and dancing, skin glistening with sweat under the stage lights. Her hair hadn’t fallen and her make-up hadn’t budged. Chrissy watched her in awe, quieting her own thrilled cheers to hear what her favorite artist had to say next.

“Oh my god, Indiana, you guys are crazy!” She laughed, waiting for the crowd to die down. Unfortunately, the comment made them cheer in agreement. Chrissy and her friends jumped up and down, cheering along.

The performer on stage dropped the microphone to her side as she laughed again at the crowd’s reaction. She looked off stage and made a little shrugging motion, a smile on her face all the while. Chrissy couldn’t see who she was looking at from her angle - someone on her team, her manager, someone running the equipment; she wasn’t sure. She kept looking between the crowd and the wing of the stage until they quieted enough for her to speak once more.

“See I have a friend,” the singer started, roaming the stage with ease. Her presence filled the large space as the crowd - Chrissy, Linda and Cindy included - took in each word with bated breath. A field full of fans waiting to see what she would say or do next. “A very good friend, you might say.” The singer admitted with a sly smirk.

The crowd exploded - some cheers, some boos of disappointed fans.

“Did you know she was seeing anybody?!” Linda gasped.

“I hadn’t seen anything in The Enquirer!” Cindy shook her head, flailing her hands as if trying to fan herself. “Oh my god, who do you think it is?”

“It could be anyone,” Linda started, only to be interrupted by Chrissy.

“Maybe Leo!” She laughed, joking while all the while loving the idea that her favorite pop star might be dating her favorite hunk of an actor. Linda and Cindy agreed by way of shrieking and jumping with excitement. Chrissy joined in immediately.

“See, my very special friend is from right here in Indiana!” the star continued over the mic, halting the girls’ theorizing. They quieted down, Linda blindly grabbing for Chrissy and Cindy’s hands as she never took her eyes off the stage. No one wanted to miss a hint on who the mystery “friend” was. “He told me that you guys… Well, he doesn’t seem to like his home state very much.” The star fake pouted as the rapt audience booed. She looked off stage, pointing her exaggerated pout that way. 

“Oh my god, is he here? Who is it?” Cindy nearly fell over, trying to lean over far enough to see backstage.

“I can’t see from here!” Chrissy huffed, craning her neck to get a better look. It was no use, they were too far to the same side to see into the wings.

“I know! What a meanie!” The singer laughed joyfully into the microphone. “I tell him he’s a big meanie all the time, but he doesn’t believe me.” She rolled her eyes playfully.

A dull laugh rolled through the crowd and the performer gave it a moment to breathe before continuing with her story. “I think you were all a bit mean to him too once, but maybe one day you’ll forgive each other.” She tutted. The crowd cheered their agreement - anything to make their idol happy. The reaction made the singer beam brightly, glancing over her shoulder yet again.

“This next song… I wrote it for him, and-”

The crowd cheered and awed, interrupting her briefly. She shot a wink offstage before rolling through the crowd’s roar.

“I wrote this for him, and right here in front of everyone he says he hates, I’m dedicating it to him! Let’s show him some love!” She yelled over the mic, the crowd growing louder as it fed off her excitement.

There was a short beat of silence before the opening notes to Espresso started, making the crowd go wild once more as the smash hit song started.

Chrissy, Cindy and Linda all screamed along with the crowd, jumping with excitement despite their sore, aching feet after dancing all night. Chrissy pulled her camera out of her fanny pack, snapping pics as the song started. The singer smiled and danced to the opening notes, waiting for her cue to start singing. The dancers around her grooved along with her, waiting for the choreography to start.

"Now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh Is it that sweet? I guess so Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso-

The trio of women sang along at the top of their lungs, as loud as their already sore throats would allow. Chrissy couldn’t be bothered to care that she likely wouldn’t have a voice tomorrow, it was worth it to sing along.

"Too bad your ex don't do it for ya Walked in and dream came trued it for ya Soft skin and I perfumed it for ya I know I Mountain Dew it for ya That morning coffee, brewed it for ya One touch and I brand newed it for ya

The singer and her group of dancers made their way towards their side of the stage, the crowd around them cheering for her as she approached. The three girls got their cameras ready as they snapped pictures of their favorite singer performing their favorite song just a dozen feet away from them. The male dancers fawned over her as the female dancers backed her up, dancing with her.

"Now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh Is it that sweet? I guess so Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso Move it up, down, left, right, oh Switch it up like Nintendo Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso

The singer moved back across the stage, doing her best to perform to all sides, giving each fan in the crowd a chance to see her and her dancers. She had been doing it the whole show, but the crowd predictably was even more lively for her big, hit single.

All too soon, the song ended with everyone on stage hitting a final pose. The singer was center stage, looking upwards towards the stage lights as the dancers posed around her. Cameras flashed through the people as everyone took their chance to get a decent shot as everyone stood still aside from their heaving chests as they caught their breath.

Chrissy, Linda and Cindy followed suit, cheering and taking pictures between their jumping and flailing. Chrissy was lifting her camera for her fourth or fifth photo of the pose - she lost count - when Linda grabbed her arm and her attention.

“Look!!!” Linda screamed as others in the crowd started reacting too. A tall, lanky figure had emerged from the wing, sauntering proudly towards the singer at center stage. He wore dark coloured jeans and a black t-shirt. His face wasn’t visible past the mop of inky curls when they first caught sight of him, but Chrissy felt a sinking feeling in her stomach at the silhouette. It was too familiar, a memory of her past, but surely it wasn’t-

More people from the crowd started screaming as the man crossed the stage. The singer finally dropped the pose, lowering her eyes to look at the crowd. She was smiling, face flushed from performing, but she soon noticed the crowd looking to the side.

Chrissy heard a man behind her, arguing with his girlfriend, the conversation fading in and out of the ruckus around her. “... -ed Coffin… telling you that’s him… think I know what “Shredder” Ed-…”

The pop star on stage looked surprised to see the man at first, but by the time he pushed through the cluster of back-up dancers around her, she was smiling up at him. The smile was brighter than any she’d given the audience on stage that night, a smile that shone in her eyes in a totally different way than performing on stage made them shine. The pop star started to speak, the microphone still held to her side not picking up any of the words. She didn’t say much before the man interrupted her, cupping the back of her head and dipping down to kiss her.

The crowd cheered through the passionate kiss. The back-up dancers around her reacted with joy and surprise at the public display of affection, some gasping while others applauded or laughed. 

The man pulled the woman to him, holding her like he might be able to absorb her into himself in front of everyone. The singer didn’t fight, but she was obviously caught off guard at first. It barely took a moment for her to drop the microphone, a loud thunking noise booming from the speakers as it clattered to the stage. Her arms wrapped around the man, returning his embrace as she kissed him back. The sound of camera shutters nearly drowned out the voices of the crowd as everyone rushed to take pictures of the pop star and her apparent boyfriend - some to brag to their friends, some to try to sell as the first appearance of the world’s newest celebrity couple.

Chrissy stayed frozen, camera to her side as she watched who she was sure was her high school ex-boyfriend, Eddie Munson, having a heavy makeout session on stage with her favorite pop star.

“Wait, is that…” Cindy asked, starting to also recognize the man who had yet to turn his face their way. Cindy looked at Chrissy, her frozen reaction being all the answer she needed. Cindy prodded Linda, trying to get her to smarten up to what was happening to their friend.

The couple on stage finally parted, catching their breath as they only had eyes for each other. The pop star looked up at her man like he was the only person in the whole state, let alone in a crowd of hundreds. The man’s hand, covered with large silver rings, cupped her cheek gently. From where she stood, Chrissy could see his thumb caress her cheek. Despite the warm summer day, Chrissy shivered as she felt a ghost of a touch, a memory, across her own cheek.

The man leaned in, speaking directly into the singer’s ear for a few seconds. She let go a second later as he released her, bending down to pick up the microphone that was left abandoned on the stage. The man turned towards the crowd, finally showing his face to the entire audience. Some cheered as they recognized the lead singer and guitarist for the heavy metal band, while others who didn’t listen to heavy music waited for a clue to who the man was.

“Is that Eddie?!” Linda gaped, looking up at the man who was once the boy dating her friend.

He was older now than he was then, obviously. His mop of curls were still present, if possible better cared for. He had inky tattoos up and down his visible arms and some high on his neck, coming out of the collar of his Metallica shirt. He’d grown a short goatee, but the dimple in his cheek was still visible as he addressed the crowd. He looked… Great was probably not a strong enough word for how good Eddie Munson looked.

“Your Ex? Like, Eddie Mu-oof” Linda continued until Cindy elbowed her harshly in the side. Linda finally noticed the pale, frozen expression on Chrissy’s face. “Oh.” She mumbled lamely.

“Who's a freak now, Indiana?” Eddie growled into the microphone, his voice raspier than Chrissy remembered it- age, constant performing and steady smoking had settled into his vocal chords in an appealing way. It reminded Chrissy how he used to sound after a show at The Hideout, voice rough from a night of screaming into the mic. 

Eddie tossed the microphone to a nearby dancer, not bothering to check if the unsuspecting man caught it (he did, barely) as he stuck his tongue out, devil horns atop his head. Just like that, Chrissy could see the boy underneath the age, tattoos and facial hair. The 18 year old who couldn’t promise her the world, but promised everything in his world, only for her to break his heart a year and some months later. Out of everyone there, Chrissy looked up and saw no one but Hawkins’ freak with a heart of gold Eddie Munson, but she realized Shredder Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin didn’t even know she was there. She hadn’t even realized he’d gotten signed, or the band was famous- when had that happened?

Eddie turned, planting another passionate, borderline messy kiss on the pop star's laughing lips. The crowd erupted in another set of cheers, harshly pulling Chrissy back to real life.

Eddie ended the kiss, resting his forehead against the singer’s. The two’s lips were moving through their wide smiles. Chrissy could only imagine the sweet nothings being exchanged. Once upon a time, in a different life, in a quiet trailer park, those sweet nothings had been reserved just for her.

Eddie patted the star on the ass before releasing her from his arms. She laughed as he jogged back to his spot in the wings, hand over her mouth like she couldn’t believe the kiss they’d just shared. Eddie didn’t bother to acknowledge the crowd as he left, no wave goodbye or lude gestures. Before he disappeared from view, he turned to blow a kiss in her direction.

Red faced but smiling gleefully, the starlet pretended to catch it, placing it on her cheek. She stared after him even once he was out of view, only remembering herself when the dancer handed her the microphone.

“Oh, um…” She stumbled her words into the mic, giggling bashfully. She lowered the mic and took a deep breath, physically shaking her limbs. “I was expecting that even less than the rest of you.” She joked once she brought the mic back up to her smudged lips. “Let’s, uh… Let’s move on with the show?” She laughed, unsure how else to move forward with the setlist. The crowd cheered their agreement as she nodded to all her dancers and musicians to get ready to start back up.

“Should we leave?” Cindy asked quietly. Linda stared at Chrissy, waiting for her response.

It was definitely a concert she’d never, ever forget.

[valentine-cafe]

Hallo! I couldn’t think of what to get…hmm, could you surprise me?

{ gn! reader } - based on one of my OCs with their ex hehe （╹◡╹）♡

You were just on the phone with your lover when the doorbell rang. It was odd because it was the middle of the day and you weren't expecting anyone, and neither was your partner. You put the phone on speaker and set it down on a nearby side table as you answered the door.

To your surprise, you were greeted with the sight of your ex, someone who had previously ruined your life and destroyed the fabric of reality you once knew.

You quickly attempted to shut the door, but your ex prevented you from doing so. "Please, just talk to me once! I need you! Don't you understand? Just let me in - I promise I won't hurt you again!" your ex begged, forcing the door open.

You practically yell at them to leave, attempting to push them away, but they continue to come closer.

Your partner can only listen and then rush home when they hear you arguing and yelling with your ex... until they hear you scream and the call abruptly ends.

If only your ex didn’t see your partner leave the house…

- 🌸

˖⁺. ﹙ rockstar yandere ex bf x gn reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . why won't you come back !? 🍒 :  rockstar ˖ yandere ˖ arsonist ˖ villain ˖ enigma character﹙ verse 1311 alessio. ﹚

 you have someone new, and it seems your ex cannot handle that 

“stop squirming.”

dark nails dig into the steering wheel. magenta eyes that you once loved terrifying you as they form a glare in the rear-view mirror. staring down your figure all bound and still in the backseat.

this wasn’t how it should have been. you were supposed to be strapped up safely in the passenger. chatting to him happily as he drove you back home. where you belong. with him.

with eyes wide and blown with fear. you can all but helplessly watch as the enigma eyes your lover panicked and scrambling into the house. searching for you everywhere. as though you were his. as though he had the right.

something rough and raspy is muttered below alessio’s breath. the small glow in his eyes tells you what horrors might occur. and so you cry out against the makeshift gag he had shoved down your mouth. tears pouring down your face.

you are well aware of the monster you previously called yours. of the power that flowed through each and every vein. the erratic ticks that littered his brain.

alessio doesn’t care to give to the time to witness what might happen. the sparks of magenta bouncing off of his fingertips and the buzz around the car tells you enough. he speeds off without a care, trying to drown out your cries and whimpers.

he hates it. loathes it. all it reminds him of is that night that you left. how you screamed and fought with him — told him that it was over. that you were tired.

“I’ll show you fuckin’ tired.”

his grunt only furthers your panic. everything else was a blur. before you knew it you were shoved into those suffocating walls of his apartment and straight to the sofa.

he had the liberty of untying you. pulling the back off. and when you - naturally - scraped and clawed and hit - he snatched at your wrists.

cold hands tight around your skin. yet nothing beats the frost within his eyes as he yanks you forward. holds you against him. in a way that tells you he might just stay here forever if he could. with you in his grasp. his grasp. his.

“are you still tired?” you respond to his hiss with a spit at his face. and what does the fucker do? grin at you. hold both hands effortlessly in just one of his while his free one snatches you by the jaw. tight - and gentle all the same.

“what? crying over that eyesore?”

“I love him!”

your sob only receives an eye roll. “amor you don’t know what love is. not after me.” it’s such a delusional statement. said with such confidence. as though all you were - all that you are - attaches to him. linked to him.

he’ll blame you for the forced kiss he had to place on your lips. you pushed him away the first time. his black lips on yours are warm. yet frightful. controlling and passionate and a combination of all sorts of frustrations, emotions — that leave you sick to your stomach.

claw at him more. whimper. cry. sob and scream. if it means he can shut you up with kisses - keep you here with him.

and the more that you cry about your lover? he’ll just shush you even more with kisses. with a rough -

“your lover? baby he’s right here.”

[lyramundana]

MASTERLIST

The only things I won't write about are:

-Rape/any non-consensual sexual activities where one of the parties is forced and has an horrible time. Either they all enjoy it or nothing happens.

-Explicit use of drugs. If I happen to mention them, it'll be only for recreational uses.

-Obviously, any hint of pedophilia is off the table. I don't want a single suggestion about it in my blog. I'll delete it and block you.

-Age regression/Daddies&Littles play. I don't feel comfortable with it.

-Infidelity (at least not when Skz members are the victims of it)

Outside of that, I'm pretty much open to everything. If the topic in particular makes me uncomfortable, I'll let it know, but mostly it's all in the previous ones.

❗Attention, this post is about to be remodelled and updated into a masterlist, so it'll be changing things progressively. I have no idea how to make a masterlist, but I'm on it❗

POLY MINSUNG STUFF:

My reblogs

My content:

AUs: Masterlist My OC/Violeta's body

Random thoughts: Possesiveness Conflictive emotions Vivi bullying Minho (affectionately) Minho getting princess treatment Territorialism Admiration In the pool/beach Being possessive (again) Oblivious

Imagines: Surrogate mother Minho's gaze Bodyguards Jealousy Pouty Babies Minho's babygirl treatment Jisung being flustered Teasing them Family au Heart vs brain Staring Lucky kiss Matchmaker Jisung with his son vs Minho with his daughter

Hard thought: Lactation kink

Headcanons: Babies's relationship Non-sexual dynamic Sexual dynamic

Drabbles: Heartbeats Scented Jealousy, Jealousy

My asks/requests:

Sweet Kitty(MinSung x Stay! Reader)

Yandere! MinSung x Reader

Alpha! Minho & Reader x Omega! Jisung

Don't Play Dumb (MinSung having a bi awakening with their neighbour)

Crimson Contract au!

Ass and boobs guys

Naughty MinSung Roommates

MinSung using you to relieve stress

Handsome and pretty boys

Boypussy! Jisung

Pushing Minho into subspace

Requests:

Minho's lessons

Headcanons

Protective MinSung

Stay! Reader scenarios

Alpha! MinSung x Omega! Reader

Yandere! MinSung x 9th fem! member

Punishing Han

One night stand and the aftermath

Sucking off Minho together

Toxic! MinSung x 9th fem! member

Perv! MinSung x Innocent! Reader

MinSung being babygirls

Subby! MinSung being spoiled and more

Slighty toxic! MinSung

Skinship headcanons

Shy pervert! Reader

Chubby fem! Reader

Comforting chubby fem! Reader

9th fem! Reader getting close with the members

Who confesses first?

Punishing Jisung out of jealousy

HAN JISUNG

My works

Voyeurism

Jealousy

How he looks at her

Request:

Rockstar! Jisung

Sucking his tongue

Being jealous over him

LEE KNOW/LEE MINHO

My works:

Jealousy

Hypocresy (tied to the poly minsung verse)

My asks:

Fight so dirty (tied to the poly minsung verse)

CHRISTOPHER BANG/BANG CHAN

Request:

Yandere! Chris when his Darling attempts to escape

Yandere! Chris's stalking

Dad! Chris thoughts

OT8

Yandere! Stray Kids when their Darling likes someone else

Yandere! Chan & Minho as secret admirers

Yandere Chan & Jisung

ANTI-DELULU TIME WITH RUBY

DELULU TIME WITH SORSHA:Pt 1 Lady Marmalade inspired Measuring thighs Seeing her twerk Kpop Virus AU Masks Three-way dance

[scissorblades-woodcrosses]

> do you still believe in god?

The doors to the eighth floor open, and the lights flicker. You expect to see two men inside; instead there is only one. That's not what's supposed to happen. ... So surely, this man would be open to questions, right. I mean, it's only natural.

> Rules:

NSFW is prohibited.

Flirting and shipping are allowed, with the exception of shipping adult characters with minors.

Fucking-around-and-finding-out is encouraged. So is tomfoolery, shenanigans, jokes, magic anons, crossovers, OCs, et cetera.

CONTENT WARNING: This blog may contain themes of religious trauma, depression, suicidal ideations, violence, et cetera. Please exercise caution. Posts will be tagged when necessary.

> Additional:

This blog will mostly refer to the muse as Antagonist, Antag, Doppelganger, etc. Nicknames, however, are welcome.

Most, if not all, Antag sprites are drawn by Studio Investigrave. Antagonist as a character is owned by Studio Investigrave. This blog is not meant to be a 1-to-1 canon portrayal.

All graphics are made by me, save for the art/sprites.

This blog is semi-self indulgent, and functions as a character study. There may be some inconsistencies from time to time.

Mod uses he/they and is a minor.

Antagonist uses he/him.

> Tags:

#is it the chorus yet? ;; ooc

#its just the building of the verse ;; asks ✂️

#so when the chorus does come itll be more rewarding ;; rp ✂️

#theres no devil on one shoulder and angel on the other theyre just two normal people ;; you (after--math protag)

#well forget that we forgot how to talk when we dance ;; rockstars (rockstars au stryker!)

#and i know that i dont talk a lot but i know that you dont care a lot ;; fulltime coworker (full-timecoworker!)

#im on a need to know basis ;; rat anon

( recurring/notable characters get their own tags! all lyrics from bodys by car seat headrest )

[bibiwrld]

ANARCHY🎸⚡️|Hobie Brown

★Hobie Brown x Black fem OC

★Content: Smut, swearing, romance, slight fluff. Hobie rockstar. Pav, Gwen and Miles in a band. Miguel, Jessica and Peter B.

★Before reading: Does not take place in the spider verse theme. Spider verse theme is not included, just humans.

★A/N: My first ever post. Originally was posted on Wattpad.

—Synopsis: Lead singer and guitarist of one of the most well known punk-rock bands, has his eye on a particular girl after a one night stand.

–intro.

HOBART "HOBIE" BROWN as himself. [21]

Lead guitarist, singer of "Punk's not Dead". Hates the AM, Hates the PM, hates labels, fascists, nazis, capitalism and racists. Doesn't believe in consistency. Has his own movement. Pavitr's best friend. British af.

MILES MORALES as himself [19]

Bass guitarist of "Punk's not Dead".  Has a huge crush on Gwen and backs out every time he has the chance to tell her. Designs everything for the band. Helps Peter out with Mayday every chance he gets. A college student.

Gwendolyne "Gwen" Stacy as herself [19]

Rhythm guitarist and vocalist of "Punk's not Dead" and used to be the drummer. Has a huge crush on Miles, but doesn't know how to tell him. Quit the band twice because of her feelings for Miles. Works at Pavitr's café. A college student.

Pavitr  "Pav" Prabhakar as himself [20]

Drummer of "Punk's not Dead". Knows Gwen and Miles like each other. Hobie's best friend, and tries to push Hobie to go on dates. Owns a café.

Miguel O'Hara as himself [30]

Manager of "Punk's not Dead". Hasn't been the same since his wife died, leaving him a single father to a 12 year old daughter. Has serious anger issues. Jessica and Peter are his closest friends.

Jessica "Jess" Drew as herself [30]

Assistant manager of  "Punk's not Dead". Almost always agrees with Miguel. Sees the band members as her own. Married and expecting a baby with her husband.

Peter B. Parker as himself [30]

Lecturer. Happily married a new father to MayDay. Always has been there for Miguel. Sees the band members, especially Miles as his own.

SASHA BARNES [20]

Works at a record store. Crushing on a guy in her lecture. Hanna is her best friend. Enjoys listening to all genres of music.

HANNA LLOYD [21]

Loves fashion, makes her own clothes and has her own online fashion boutique. Dresses up Sasha every chance she gets. Sasha is her best friend and she loves hearing her talk about her crush.

Next part:–one.

[pinkiepiebones]

Is there any chance you could be persuaded to write more of/about that nonexistent sequel feat. Your OC love interest and undead werewolf Tedward? I am desperate to know more. You capture the tone so well!

Nice try, Universal exec, but I'm not gonna be a scab. I support the writer's strike!!!

No but seriously, I don't have much beyond the writing I've already done. Well, I fancasted Daniel Kaluuya as Johnathan. Is it a fancast if it's a a fanfic sequel? Hmm. Anyway. I do have some hardline concepts that I want to build the movie around:

-the defeat of the Lobos created a power vacuum in New Orleans and there are multiple inexplicably animal-named gangs vying for power. This has no real bearing on the plot, but it is mentioned in passing.

-Rebecca is not a cop. Dropped all that shit and hard. Works with at-risk kids. Also working on her anger.

-Robert still lives in his studio apartment. Most of the other residents moved out after the whole seige thing and the FBI investigating the body pile... those who stayed have learned about Robert from him sharing ("Hello, I've come to you today because I am a former familiar of a vampire...") and have become well-versed in vampire lore. Every door has a wolfsbane and garlic flower wreath. No one has a welcome mat. Etc.

-Johnathan's previous relationship was with a werewolf lady. This is not important to the movie at all, I just think it's funny.

-Robert's bi. Obviously. Jobert is bi4bi

-Dracula is extremely fucked up and scary in this one. Less rockstar and mist, more swarms of possessed rats and 20ft tall anthro bat monster form. Said form is explicitly based on this one piece of concept art I found:

-Teddy uses his undead familiar wolf monster power to try to break Bella out of prison but she is horrified by what her son has become and refuses so he looks very dejected so every Teddy fan gets a good woobie moment there

-More falshbacks to Dracula and Renfield's "complicated relationship"

-etc

[drengar]

I've been meaning to make a pin post and I'll probably get to one soon. But until then I want to make a post about this. I do have another blog that I'm heavily affiliated with. That blog is @sinners-inc. Bones and I have developed this wonderful canon au world involving both Enji and Keigo with some of her OCs. Now because we are affiliates, when it comes to things I will default Enji and Keigo to these verses. For interactions with others, I will ask first if it's fine but any asks that don't exactly give any hints of a particular interaction or verse of mine, this is going be the default. In some verses, Enji's villain verse is the best example I have, will default to him being shipped with Do unless requested/plotted otherwise. Really, it's not going change much but me talking about how adorable both of my ships are. Which they are I adore Enji being with his tiny Korean wife and Keigo with his immortal rockstar.

[unmarketableplushy]

Explodes and dies but in like a cute girl way <3

ID: Two Images of The Elric Brothers. They are both Edited to have cat ears, tails, and whiskers. In the first image Alphonse, in his armor form, is pointing at himself. He has a simplified squiggly face. His ears and tail match his armor.  the second image is of Ed Giving a thumbs up from the “I See No Difference Love Is Love” meme. His ears and tail match his hair./End ID

Heya! Wei’re the Superbell System.

Pronouns: It/Its, Ink/Inks, Fuck/Fucks

Call Muis Linkrot (Or Plushy. Or Bell. Or Rockstar. Or Apple.) More on En.Pronouns

18

White passing

Bigender Boygirl.

Bisexual, lesbian, and gay.

Physically Disabled and Mentally Ill

Autistic

Canary Rockfish Therian

Cat Furry

Transspecies Inkling

Agent 3 Fictionkin

Plural

Wei reclaim the f and d slur and try to tag them.

Wei reclaim Cripple and do tag it.

Interests: Fullmetal Alchemist, Pokemon, Splatoon, Vocaloid, Speedrunning, and Marine Biology.

Wei tag triggers as #[trigger] or #[trigger mention]. wei can tag most things if you ask. Wei cannot tag cursing.

PLEASE FILTER ‘#😶tag’ if you don’t want to see muis be weird and really horny

Master List of Muir Poetry

Muir Archive Of Our Own profile

More info and DNI below the cut <3

DNI:

Exclusionist

Radfem

Transmed/Truscum

Anti-Endo/System exclus

Believe in “Narc Abuse”

Fans of South Park/DSMP/Hazbin Hotel/HP

NSFW 

Anti Kin or Gatekeeper

Anti Furry

Anti-Mogai

Aspec or Mspec gatekeeper (this includes anti mspec lesbian/gay)

Pro-Ship/Anti-Anti/Pro Fiction/Pro Incest (Or refer to backlash against such content and beliefs “Purity Culture”)

Tranx/Transid (Excluding Transspecies y’all are cool)

Or allow interaction from Bold.

Please do not follow if you are over 28.

Interests (Extended):

Games: Splatoon, Pokemon, Undertale/Deltarune, A Hat In Time, Mario, Animal Crossing

Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist, Jujutsu Kaisen, Death Note, Demon Slayer, My Hero Academia, Madoka Magica, Spy X Family, Komi Can't Communicate, Serial Experiments Lain, Pokespe, Coroika, Change 1 2 3

Movies/TV: Invader Zim, The Owl House, Fight Club

Other Interests: Speedrunning, Vocaloid, Marine Biology and the ocean in general, Nuclear waste and disposal

A bit on the System

Wei are and Adaptive system. 

Wei often use Semi-Plural Pronouns (Info Here)

Wei will not participate in any system discourse, but are inclusive of all system origins.

Some members who may use tumblr are:

Wooper (Ey/Em) (#Wooper.Scream)

CQ (He/It) (#CQ Speaking)

Ruby (He/it)

Julie (She/Her) (#Julie8)

Teresa (and Kytte) (She/He) (#Teresa Tag)

Whitney (She/Her)

Bobble (She/He) (#Bobble Babble)

Other Blogs Wei Run:

@fullmetal-accessible  (Fullmetal Alchemist Described)

@blessed-generation-verse (Our OC world)

@the-challenging-deep (blog for Ocean Hearthome and other marine things)

Feel free to ask for muir discord and Switch Friendcode <3

[hellfireheroes]

The muses below are available for interactions upon request 24/7!

Some are more active than others but all are available. Verses depend on plotting but each season is available for interactions if you have a specific idea in mind!

Thanks so much! ✨🌈

Stranger things muses:

Eddie Munson

💀 Verses: Season 1, Season 2, Season 3, Season 4.

Kas The Betrayer - Kas Eddie / Post Season 4.

Survived and Alive - Post Season 4 and Alive.

Dead by Daylight - Survivor. (Upon request, Killer)

Rockstar - Corroded Coffin.

One of Us, One of us!! - Crazy Fun Park au with @gareththegreat

Steve Harrington

☀️ Verses: Season 1, Season 2, Season 3, Season 4.

Dead by Daylight - Survivor.

The Wolf - Werewolf/Supernatural.

Mr Harrington - Teacher.

Dustin Henderson

Wayne Munson

Gareth Emerson

TBA

Jeff Daniels

TBA

Grant ‘Freak’ Goodman

TBA

Non Stranger things muses

Kurt Kunkle (Spree)

Baron Lamram (Marmalade)

TBA

Walter “Keys” McKey (Free Guy)

TBA

Arthur Havisham (Dickensian)

TBA

Eric Flowers (A Quiet Place: Day One)

TBA

John Bender (The Breakfast Club)

Chester Dante (Crazy Fun Park)

TBA

Nimrod (Crazy Fun Park)

TBA

Zed (Crazy Fun Park)

TBA

Issac Starfield (OC - Crazy Fun Park)

TBA

Vance Hopper (The Black Phone)

TBA

Finney Blake (The Black Phone)

TBA

Robin Arellano (The Black Phone)

TBA

Truman Burbank (The Truman Show)

[starksvinyls]

starksvinyls' fanfic masterlist

ao3 link -- fic tag link

series

little spider 'verse | peter & tony little spider - pacify - lions and tigers and a whiny little, oh my! - stranger danger

stand alones

gen

field trip interrupts | gen | G | 5323 words career day | peter & tony | G | 1022 words kitten around | peter & tony | G | 1037 words silent language of grief | bucky & sam | G | 599 words a day off | gen | G | 807 words a thump in the night | gen | G | 455 words pacify | peter & tony | T | 569 words helpless | gen | T | 1003 words the raft | gen| T |1133 words bite | gen | T | 574 words girls/girls/boys | tony/ocs, gen | T | 2084 words

starker

imagine me and you | peter/tony | T | 916 words wrapped in red | peter/tony | E | 1099 words good vibrations | peter/tony | E | 1185 words tis the season | peter/tony | G | 1937 words marked me like a bloodstain | peter/tony | E | 1120 words sun kissed | peter/tony | M | 557 words come together | peter/tony | E | 2604 words a may day | peter/tony | G | 579 words a bad day | peter/tony | T | 800 words cherry red | peter/tony | E | 785 words distraction | peter/tony | E | 512 words arts and crafts | peter/tony | G | 476 words daddy's big boy | peter/tony | M | 624 words kitten around | peter/tony | T | 289 words game night | peter/tony | G | 146 words play time | peter/tony | E | 2172 words shoot to thrill | peter/tony | E | 2244 words playing with girls | peter/tony | E | 1508 words come together | peter/tony | E | 2604 words and it's valentine's day | peter/tony | T | 2377 words highway to hell | peter/tony | E | 1438 words rainbow frosting | peter/tony | G | 978 words not yet a woman | peter/tony | T | 2086 words fundraisers and revelations | peter/tony | G | 949 words do what u want (with my body) | peter/tony | E | 1487 words i feel just like a rockstar | peter/tony | E | 1079 words ours | peter/tony | T | 1821 words sugar sugar | peter/tony | T | 2122 words

winteriron

scar crossed lovers | bucky/tony | T | 349 words happy ending | bucky/tony | G | 1495 words i know what this looks like | bucky/tony | M | 675 words happy ending | bucky/tony | G | 1495 words i know what this looks like | bucky/tony | M | 675 words gagged | bucky/tony | E | 977 words the sugar effect | bucky/tony | T | wip family ties | bucky/tony | G | 952 words gagged | bucky/tony | E | 977 words

pepperony

no shoes, no shirt | pepper/tony | G | 620 words

chaptered wips

winteriron

the sugar effect | bucky/tony | T | wip

chaptered complete

starker

bad decisions | peter/tony | E | 10879 words

*marvel divider credit

[dreamswideawake]

"THIS HOW THE REQUIEM LOVES THE HARLEQUIN"

Indie Rockstar OC RP Blog. Penned by Amy.

LINKS: About || Rules || Verses

[nineliabilityrisk]

⭐ ( @ladyseidr )

[ send a " ⭐ " and i will list muses i would be interested in throwing at yours ]

[ asked by @ladyseidr ]

lets just go down the list here. theres gonna be a damn good few i have SO MANY muses i havent even gotten to play yet. this is going to be so fucking incoherent because i have so many thoughts in my brain. also i KNOW we have stuff pending im working on it i promise im just so all over the place im. yeah 👍

putting my answer under the cut bc this is gonna get LONG

[formatting is "your muse - my muse(s) i would like to see with them"]

funtime foxy - funtime freddy [+ bon-bon] or lolbit ofc!! my muses for them have been inconsistent as fuck lately but i WILL corral them into place eventually

henry emily - literally any of the animatronics. ive hardly gotten to play any of them i want to know how he would treat them. heavy HEAVY emphasis on the rockstars + lefty bc those are HIS bots and his kid and my versions of them are absolute sweethearts. or like. the puppet. or the original bonnie + freddy models. literally any of them. PLEASE god i need someone to come say hi to my fucked up little robots. (/nf) also of course i am shoving mikey and ciar at him thats a given, henry isnt mikes stepdad hes the dad who stepped up i need more content of them. and henry is also not immune to the curse that is ciarán dempsey. he WILL get a hold of him one day. its gonna happen (/lh)

roxanne wolf - cassie. are you kidding. i am picking cassie up and SHOVING her into roxys arms i need more of them literally always i dont care where or when or how. also "secret muse number 2" aka glambonnie who i never bothered to write a bio for. literally my only other actual sb muse because i wasnt interested in sb at ALL until ruin 😭 but i do have a sb verse for michael now too if you wanna have roxy pester him! scare the shit outta that cynical bastard! put some healthy fear of god into him that boy has none left after dying and being brought back to life twice! also if ur willing to wait i am actively working on a sideblog for birdie, my help wanted / sb era oc... i feel like she would get along with roxy REALLY well

michael afton - jeremy jeremy jeremy jeremy i will NEVER pass up a chance to play jeremy. also my henry is always here <3 ive stated this so many times before (including earlier in this post) but michael and henrys dynamic can be something SO personal. pizza sim era or pre-everything or what have you i dont CARE what it is i just want michael to have the caring father figure he was missing and for henry to have the chance to care for a child that he never thought he would have again. i want them to bond over what william did to them. they are everything to me i cannot state this enough. also im dangling all my animatronics in front of ur mikey ooooooh you wanna subject him to the Horrors so so bad. also i think he would like my oc josh theyre both tired minimum wage fazbear employees. also i would be offering evan but that little fuckers muse is GONE atm i dont know where he ran off to im so sorry

[briingmayflowers]

"Run, Run, It's The Small-Town Witch!"

Independent, Fandomless Witch OC's. Enchanted by Amy.

LINKS: rules || about May || about Deirdre || verses ||

OTHER BLOGS: @snake-eyes-11 (Oogie Boogie) || @blackbirdmuses (multi-muse) || @storiesfromsnakeeyes (multi 1920's OCs) || @dreamswideawake (rockstar OC)

[glorifiiedgore]

So I figured maybe I’ll give this another go….I’m off for the next 7 days and all I want to do is write. My carrd is currently updated so please refer to it. I’m really interested in writing as my new OC Luca (fc: Dam.iano Da.vid).

Currently Luca has 2 verses. Main verse where he is finishing/finished culinary school and is now working as a chef (much like his father Angelo my other OC).

Verse 2: I’ve just been affectionately referring to this as Rockstar!Verse. It’s exactly as it sounds and obviously all music is to the tune of Måne.skin.

I’m really wanting a dark academia vibe verse for Luca. I’m thinking boarding school meets Saltburn meets Euphoria meets Gossip Girl. That being said I also would like a Euphoria verse for him — I think he’d thrive in something like that.

Other verses that interest me would be something magical or mystical: Thinking like a werewolf verse (I’m obsessing over Mel Martinez’s song Moon Cycle) and maybe even like Harry Potter — if people still write in those verses.

Anyway, I’ll be around — just organizing my apartment and doing laundry. Please message me here but also feel free to follow me on wire (glorifiiedgore) and discord (glorifiiedgore).