#vmoodbords

dividers by the wonderful @saradika-graphics

joe keery who meets you through his producer, whilst you were both working on your upcoming albums in the same studio.

you politely poke your head through the door when you get a message from said producer telling you to come through to studio 7. he signals for you to stay quiet as you notice the most handsome man ever singing his heart out in the booth.

joe keery who slowly began to develop a small crush on you throughout the course of a 4 hour writing session that you guys set up. but if his buddies asked him about his soft spot for you, he’d just swear that you were an “admirable young woman”…

he’d make smooth (not really) advances on you as he tried to get to know more and more about yourself. you thought he was sweet when he strolled in at 8 o’clock on the dot on a drizzly, windy friday morning. your exact coffee order in hand, which he had memorised earlier that week.

joe keery who was spotted and papped coming out of the new york studio along side you. the next day, your faces splashed all over the tabloids, claiming a ‘new blossoming romance’. he wishes.

well it didn’t really help that you had had a vice grip on his hand that your fans had cooed and fawned over when the pictures were plastered all over twitter. you had only done it drag him along, you swear. and you definitely didn’t continue to hold his hand down the street and round the block. it wasn’t your fault his hands were so warm and soft, but still so rough and manly at the same ti-

joe keery who’s fans went mental (i’m talking crazy, animalistic level shit) when he was spotted coming along to one of your shows, gazing down from the vip balcony with hearts in his eyes.

he stood there singing along to a few of the choruses, laughing along with all the jokes you made to the crowd. all of which you had told to him before. it made him feel special, like he was the only person in the room.

joe keery who hard launched your relationship the day your album came out. of course with his vocals embedded into all of the love songs, a few of which he had helped write.

dividers by the wonderful @saradika-graphics

TW// mentions of reader having a period

eddie munson who met you when he was 8 years old after moving in with his uncle wayne, looking like a lost puppy with his shaved head and already gangly prepubescent limbs.

he thought you were the sun, brightening up such a dark time in his life. he didn’t know exactly what all of his feelings were about back then, but now he would tell you that he fell in love.

eddie munson who, in the 7th grade, had told everyone in your class that you had “totally just beaten up a guy” and that’s why you had blood on the back of your overalls. no other reason.

this was the same boy that had also cried when he saw the red stain. he had thought you were dying. when your mother was told of this, she decided that it was about time she helped wayne munson raise this boy (or at least give him a few lessons to soften him out around the edges, “making him more of a gentleman”, is what she liked to call it.)

eddie munson who always insisted of sneaking through your bedroom window, instead of just coming through the trailer door. your mother would’ve never minded, you told him over and over, but he just would not have it.

she would listen to this silly argument at least once a week for at least 4 years before she finally confronted him about it. he wasn’t slick, she could hear every footstep he made, let alone his bony torso banging against her daughters windowsill with soft thuds, as he failed to climb in with ease.

eddie munson who asked you out “hypothetically” one late night as you lay in his bed, him in his judas priest t-shirt and boxers and you in your his black sabbath t-shirt and polka dot panties (which now you deemed a bit childish, even for a 15 year old.)

on your “hypothetical” date, he asked you to be his girlfriend. which you thought would be life changing and exhilarating. but turns out couples just acted like the two of you had been doing for at least 3 years, well not the kissing part. which he also liked very much.

eddie munson who proposed to you on prom night. i know cheesy and totally rom-com material, but who was he to deny his girl a bit of romance. he went about everything perfectly; asking your mother for consent, stealing one of your rings to get a perfect size, saving up all of his money to pay for said ring from gigs and work at the garage, waiting until after prom when you went back to his trailer (without uncle wayne there…)

dividers by the wonderful @saradika-graphics

dilf!art who is ready to give his children the childhood he wishes he had.

no boarding school and teen angst, but instead home cooked meals every night when you’re both aren’t too busy.

dilf!art who will leave notes around the house confessing his love to you over and over again, each time making you swoon more.

he never thinks it through that his children may find some of the more risqué ones in the pantry to ask him innocent questions about as he tucks them into bed.

dilf!art who confessed sleepily to you that he wanted a little girl the first time you slept over at his place.

he secretly hopes it sticks every time you ‘make love’, as he likes to call it.

dilf!art who would do anything for his family.

seriously, we’re talking going to the ends of the earth, flying to the moon and back, around the world in half an hour type of level commitment.

dilf!art who never realises when the single (or even sometimes the unhappily married) moms at your youngest daughters preschool, are trying to come on to him.

he’s all “my wife told me that…” “you’ll never guess what my girl did for me yesterday!” he’s just so blinded by his love for you; his beautiful woman who gave him his perfect little family.

guys…this is the first thing i’ve put on here so pleasepleaseplease be nice if it’s shit 🫡

dividers by the wonderful @saradika-graphics

joseph quinn who first met you when you both started at LAMDA and everyone else seemed to know someone else apart from the two of you.

so naturally that was the strategy; join forces rather than trying to get on with anyone else straight away. and ever since then you’d been stuck with him.

joseph quinn who awkwardly asked you out near the end of your first year, wearing an odd coloured shirt that was quite frankly ugly, but he’d chose it because he thought it would impress you. it wasn’t cheap after all…at least for a student.

of course you had said yes as you were already smitten with the boy since your second month of knowing him. when your flatmates found out, you both expected a massive reaction, but rather they were unfazed and thought you were secretly together anyways.

joseph quinn who had already had multiple stage kisses with you in the plays that you had both performed alongside each other in, but was absolutely sick to his stomach that first time he would kiss you after a date to see a shitty film at the cheap film club you had both signed up to just to make fun of the bad acting.

afterwards getting home, closing the door and sliding down it giggling and smiling to himself like a madman…until he realised that wesley stood there staring at him with a look in his eyes that joe knew would mean he would not let him forget this.

joseph quinn who had gotten his ‘big break’ as eddie in stranger things alongside his lover, which just felt like a full circle moment.

although, this time there was no terrible dialogue written by some acne scarred 19 year old who fancied themselves the next tarentino or awkward love scenes that would leave him with his own ‘problems’ to sort out afterwards.

joseph quinn who never fails to mention you in some way in every interview or podcast he does. always having to get in a little anecdote or words of wisdom you had shared with him.

dividers by the wonderful @saradika-graphics

steve harrington who meets his weird girl when she comes into family video on a mission, knowing exactly which movie you wanted to rent.

he falls instantly in love when you come up to the counter with a copy of the shining in hand. he says something stupid about how it “might be a little scary for a pretty girl to watch on her own”, which earns a wide eyed stare and a quick, quiet “thank you” as you run out the door, tape clutched between ringed fingers, money practically flung at his chest.

steve harrington who sees you later in the arcade as he comes to pick up dustin. he apologises profusely with a crimson blush going down his chest and stuttered words.

at which you just giggle and tell him it’s okay, you knew he wasn’t a misogynist. he’d never even thought of that.

steve harrington who starts to make more and more conversation with you as you start to come to his workplace more and more.

you swear it’s just because you go through a lot of movies, but steve likes to think that he’s not that stupid. but he won’t get cocky, he’s well aware that he’s just as obsessed.

steve harrington who finally gathers enough courage to ask you out on a date one day. which is odd because he’s never been this nervous around a girl. robin tells him this aswell.

he takes you to the movies to see something called stand by me? he’s not sure, too focused on the way you laugh and how your eyebrows twitch every ti- of course you catch him. you think it’s cute how bad he tries to impress you, just entertaining him because it’s sweet how he watches for your approval.

steve harrington who learns a few months later that events of your first date had technically bored you blind, but at least it had given you an excuse to find more things to find endearing about the boy.

dividers by the wonderful @saradika-graphics

fc: maisie peters

introduction to popstar!reader

popstar!reader’s discography

a look into popstar!reader’s instagram

okay…so i am once again obsessed with this man, due to the warfare press tour…yes i am guilty of fawning over boyish banter and charm. i am just a girl 😞

this has been on my mind for ages and it will not go away so here you are

as much as i love a shy girl reader, popular readers have my heart a lot of the time

dividers by the wonderful @saradika-graphics

brothers best friend!patrick who would never dare to directly tell art exactly what he thinks of you.

instead he basks in art’s ignorant bliss towards his actions, which in any other circumstances would seem awfully touchy and obvious.

brothers best friend!patrick who sneaks into your room every time he sleeps over, leaving your brother fast asleep and unknowing.

crawling under soft pink sheets to whisper and listen to your sweet, girly giggles, hushing you every so often.

brothers best friend!patrick who feels the need to defend you every time one of their crass friends make horrible jokes and awfully stereotypical teenage boy comments.

he may think it makes him look like he’s just a big brother to you, defending your name. but he never was any good at being subtle.

brothers best friend!patrick who would fantasise about you. mind drifting away to you in class, staring out the window, haunting his dreams every night.

and it’s not even vulgar most of the time. well he’d say maybe it’s about a 50/50 split. the other half pictures of you drifting around a cosy kitchen with a baby on your hip that looks awfully similar to himself, a dog jumping up at you and licking, you smiling at him, drawing him close.

brothers best friend!patrick who whenever questioned by art would stutter and blush like a love sick school girl.

little does he know that you would have the same reaction when art asked you about his cute best friend who you’ve harboured a crush on since you were small.

patrick zweig has my heart he could never ever do anything wrong