#this reminds me so much of JD in my au

[blade-that-was-broken]

Into your orbit, love to ignore all the warning signs Passin' me by like leaves in the river, I don't think twice, hm-mm

I was wrong I could go but I'm never gone

Ooh-ooh Guess you brought me right back down where you wanted me Ooh-ooh Should've seen the truth by now, it's a tragedy Ooh-ooh-ooh Pull me in and I forget reality Ooh-ooh I'm trying but I can't escape your gravity

Bright as day Left in the morning, knots in my stomach don't go away Look what you've done, I'm not who I was and I need some space I see the door but it's gone from the moment I see your face When I see your face

[rocksibblingsau]

Love love love ur ideas!!!!

Do you have any more headcanons for Mount Rageon Branch or Adopted by Bergens Branch?

In Mount Rageon Branch, Velvet and Veneer are still a lil self absorbed and looking for the easy way out of things. They don't wanna do any hard work, meanwhile Branch is all about hard work and doing things for yourself.

Branch sees them fighting over wanting fame and it reminds him of his brothers, so he makes it his goal to help them realize their dreams AND remain close. Since they'd be training from childhood, they'd have a better shot at learning how to sing thanks to Branch.

I can't decide if they actually do end up good singers but if they do, Branch is their manager and there would be a moment where post BroZone reunion they see Branch managing and have JD flashbacks. Branch doesn't get bad like John did about controlling their image, but the sight of Branch taking charge and giving orders for show prep really reminds them of a less than happy time of their lives.

Branch: Alright guys, we're gonna open with 'Fame' and close with 'Watch Me Work'. No, wait. Open with 'Sweet Dreams' and close with 'Fame'. Now go out there and make Mount Rageous history! Bruce: Clay I hope you're also an EMT because I think I'm having a heart attack. Clay: I'm with you bro, this is disturbing to watch.

If they don't go the singing route, Branch helps them discover SOME sort of skill they can make it big with.

They don't call him 'Branch'. Velvet decided his name had to match theirs so they call him 'Vine'. They think it's a funny name since he's always on them 'like a vine'. Branch doesn't really care what they call him as long as they stop rubbing his hair trying to suck out his "singing magic".

When Velvet and Veneer found out about Bergens, her solution was "Just stay with us at all times. I'll hold onto you like the last designer handbag at a flash sale."

If they did encounter a Bergen, Velvet would hit them in the head with her purse that weighs 10 tons.

In Bergen Branch AU, Gristle is ironically the excitable kid while Branch can barely muster any enthusiasm for anything. Some people joke that it's like Gristle's a troll at heart and Branch a Bergen. Gristle doesn't go as apathetic and listless as he does in canon since I believe the catalyst was Gristle Sr telling him nothing would ever make him happy. Since in this AU he was given Branch, he was told that Branch would make him happy, so he still has hope.

When they're older, Branch is a sort of sarcastic adviser to Gristle. Everyone's kind of figured out that even if you can get one over on Gristle, the troll on his shoulder won't be fooled and he does NOT show mercy. Gristle also takes his opinion in pretty high regard about pretty much anything.

Branch also gets pretty comfortable with his concept of mortality and he makes jokes about being eaten by Bergens constantly.

Gristle: I got another letter asking if they can buy and eat you. Branch: At this rate I'd be tempted to tell you accept all of them and watch their faces fall when they realize fifty other Bergens also get a piece. Gristle: Branch. Branch: A peanut sized serving of grey troll. Gristle: Branch. Branch: That'd probably be the one thing that could make a Bergen more miserable than you already are, if that's possible. Gristle: Branch. I'm not selling you to get eaten by fifty different Bergens. Branch: You'd be doing me a mercy and ending my suffering.

Gristle: Branch I need you to help me with the audit. Branch: *lays on his palm* Eat me. Gristle: Later. For now you have to help me. Branch: F***. Branch: Is this how you derive joy? Making trolls do your paperwork? You're the only Bergen in the world who would make me do taxes instead of eating me. Gristle: You complain too much and it ruins my appetite. Branch: Has any troll ever not complained? Do you think on Trollstice we were all jumping for joy? 'Yippie! Death!' Gristle: I dunno, try it next time and we'll see if it works.

This trait scares and unnerves other trolls. Poppy asks him to stop once they befriend Bergens because she's worried they'll take offense and "They're our friends now, not troll-eating monsters. That's in the past."

"I'd like it to be in the present so I don't have to listen to another musical number."

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Possessive Brozone Altars

I don't know if this counts for obsessive or possessive characters, but I see that Yandere characters have these altars or little worship corners for their crush or person of interest, I know that Yanderes are extremely possessive (and for me 4 to become Yanderes is a slow step I say JD's body count is 2, the others don't have one, but where there's already a body count, does that make Yandere?) well, so I decided that Brozone has an altar for Branch.

When they thought he was dead (the fact that they thought Branch was dead leaves me wondering how they found out, a mini-fic of that is coming).

This is what his altars would be like, Bruce's would be small since his kids are too naughty and he can't have something big, so I imagine Bruce has a troll size room, which is an office, and on a little table he has pictures of Branch and the rest of his siblings (and to make it hurt, there's only one picture of JD and that's because John is carrying baby Branch), he has a baby toy along with a candle.

Clay's (I know it was a joke in the movie, but if Clay really lives in that cubicle I swear I'll cry, so I'll say he has a little house like the rest of the Putt-Putt Trolls and I say that because he has an altar a little bigger than Bruce's) Clay at least I think he stayed in the tree when the band broke up and didn't leave immediately, so he saw Branch in the distance (a stalker waxed and took pictures and stole things from him that Branch later gave up for lost) He's got pictures in marked and good condition, toys also in good condition and some fluorescent flashlights, because a candle is a fire hazard and that won't happen on his watch (he has a lock of Branch's hair, don't ask how he got it (Floyd also has one, and I have to remember this is before the movie, so...)

Floyd is constantly on the move, I imagine he spent at least 1 week in every troll tribe (4 weeks in the Rock tribe, because no one would have given me that guy isn't at least a fan of rock music, or at least has a rock album) so he can't have an altar per se, but he does have a small folder with at least 5 pictures of Branch (and the damn lock of hair, you don't want to know how he got it), one of Branch's egg, newborn Branch, and others of Branch doing things like dancing, playing, and one with Floyd, both hugging with their brothers behind them fighting.

John Dory, what can I tell you about JD's altar?, Rhonda's interior is an altar to Brozone (or rather to his brothers, but the only thing he has is the band so it's a bit confusing, but I say this, it's not the real altar, not in my Au) John has maybe the biggest altar of the 4 (Branch doesn't have, maybe just an album and that's it) Rhonda's interior is an altar in her, if there's Brozone stuff; But he has more John always carried a photo album that he himself took of his siblings 1 for each brother and baby Branch's was double because he took pictures every 4 minutes of the baby, so he put all the photos around (I say JD thought they were all dead, then he only believed that Floyd is alive because of his solo concerts), so each photo was to remind him of his guilt, he has targets of his brothers (more than Branch, let's just say he looted the capsule and took everything he could from his brothers), When he received Velvet's letter, believing it to be Floyd, he had to pick everything up and store it safely because he knew that if Branch saw him he would be in trouble (it wouldn't be so much of a problem with Bruce, Clay and Floyd, they know what John is like and they know that of the 4 John may be the one who is the most, involved, not to mention damaged)

[mirrow-hamato]

Promised Crystal Clay AU headcanons + mostly spoilers to fanfic that I'll probably wouldn't be capable to finish

First thing first that i think is important to this au is "how would Viva will find Clay's brothers?".

I mean, of course we can just say "He told her about them". Right. Yea. But that unlikely would be enough.

So my things to everything is headcanon that Clay having a diary. With photos, some of his thoughts, some sad or angry moments he had, but also a good ones.

(honestly, i built my entire fanfic on this goddamn diary.)

Diary important because:

1. My personal reason is because in the beginning of my fanfic (hello spoilers for something that i haven't finished) is that after founding this diary once again in Clays small library, he'll get very emotional about how he a bit regrets that they split out and that he wasn't capable to do anything about them being eaten (that's what he thinks). So as soon as he sees Velvet and Veneer (that looking for new troll cuz old one escaped) he gets very determined to "finally do something important in his life" and save the other Putt-Putt trolls. And well..

2. He fails because his diary fell of his bag, which he instantly trying to get back. And of course he get himself caught.

3. Viva could use photos of Brozone so she can at least be sure of how they used to look like.

4. Clay would surely write about his brother's hobbies and about the day they split. So even if Viva could think that all his brothers could be eaten, she would give a try to looking at them.

5. Diary have photos! That would prove other brothers that Viva isn't just a stranger but actually someone who somewhat related to Clay.

6. After most of brothers still would much believe her (a bit wrong of saying. They just have some "reasons". Like: JD saying that it's useless for him because he knews that Clay or other brothers wouldn't want to see him. (If they're alive ofc). Bruce would just instantly call the police. Floyd would be terrible worried, but he also have a concert right now and he can't just cancel it (he will don't worry.). And Branch just probably wouldn't trust this and would think that Viva just steal it or find it somewhere in "trash.")

7. P-H-O-T-O-S. Photos are important.

Because every time when Viva will leave another brother after they somewhat rejected her, randomly there will be a photo that will still remind them of how good they were together one way or another and how they miss and worry about each other. (So yea each of brothers gonna have a photo. +Clay have one while he's in the bottle. Yes i love angst)

John Dory would instantly return to the troll tree (where he would find Branch and Poppy).

Bruce would warn Brandy about his leaving. Then he would took something like a bike (let me just imagine Bruce on bike, please.) and goes for the spot of Velvet and Veneer concert.

Floyd cancelled his concert right when he was about to start singing (while looking at photo, he apologised Infront of thousands trolls and leaves the stage. He leaves on limousine tho. Try change my mind.)

Then all of them meets up together in the same spot to save Clay all together.(and also Viva would be there.)

Honestly it's all what I've got. I hope it was somewhat interesting. Have a nice day and don't forget about self care!

[jade-green-butterfly]

Now, before I begin - just a clear reminder that The Space Trolls Species and Space Kingdom rightfully belong to @x-elyssa-x, not me. If you are interested in learning more about them and their culture, please ask and learn about them from Ely - she is the true mastermind and creator about The Space Trolls after all~✨Thank-you!👍🏻

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ And now fellow Trolls fans, I present to you...JD's Space Bride, Amalthea & Their Space Pop Triplets~!👰🏽💒🌟🍼

With such amazing help and tips from Ely, you cannot imagine how thrilled and wonderfully proud I am to have brought all these darling treasures to life~!!😍🤩😍EEEEEE, SO PROUD~!!😭💓💓😭 I am just in love with Amalthea's wedding attire and bouquet, they turned out just how I wanted them to be~🥰🥰🥰And see the hug-time bracelet she's wearing? That is a really old yet special one I designed, given to her and worn by Grandma Rosiepuff herself (she's of course alive and well in this AU😌) Her husband made it for her and now, she wishes for Ama to wear it for her special day~💝🪷 Boy, John Dory sure is feeling the happiest and most blessed troll alive, a real lucky fella for sure~💖🥹Especially since there's three new additions to the family!😮❣️❣️ JJ (John/Johnathan Junior, JD chose that name specially) Crescent and Una (both chosen by Ama, specially) - John and Amalthea's very own Space Pop Triplets~!🌟🌙✨ You cannot imagine the true happiness that was seen and heard when Ama brought their three new precious eggs into the world~ There were so many tears of pure joy - especially from John, bless him~💚;W; I had so much fun creating all above, including the triplets' eggs and hope you all like too, my dears!💕👍🏻😊I also can't thank my dear Ely enough for the help and remember if you are interested in the species, @x-elyssa-x's the gal and expert to ask!👈🏻😉

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Request 🫡🫡

Finn and Damian secret dating au where they’ve almost been caught a million times but somehow they always manage to find some kind of excuse or something so no one figures it out and they constantly find random excuses so they can be alone together and it’s all going well until finn has a noticeable hickey on his neck and rhea immediately puts everything together and rushes to Damian to yell at him for not telling her sooner .. also before the secrets out a little bit of jealous finn and or jealous Damian would be 🙏🙏 because I read the two parts of the other Damian and finn one and just something about jealousy really is something else but obviously you don’t have to you are the writer and I trust ur vision completely 🫡🙏

Love this request!

The following is the first section of Tryst Of Fate, a three-part Finn Balor x Damian Priest secret dating fic, with a tarot theme, because I’m a slut for a good theme. Each section will have some meanings of the card mentioned in each respective chapter title, with the more relevant meanings highlighted. This is NOT meant to be in any way comprehensive on tarot and any meanings therein.

Warnings for this section: Dirty talk, begging, teasing, hair pulling, jealousy, choking

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Tryst Of Fate (Part 1/3): The Devil

Temptation, seduction, materialism / Freedom, lack of will, resentment

It was having to come up with excuses to leave the group, just the two of them-

No, no, it was having to restrain himself during and right after tag-team and group matches. That was definitely the most difficult part of being in a secret relationship with Damian, Finn had decided.

Every match - without fail - it took every ounce of willpower he had not to check out Damian when he was dripping with sweat, muscles flexing with every move, dominating the ring. As much as he tried not to, Finn would still catch himself licking his lips when he failed to shift his gaze away from Damian. His boyfriend’s body was irresistible and Finn was constantly reminding himself to show restraint.

When the two of them would win a tag match together, they celebrated in public as platonically as possible - saving their real celebration until the moment they were alone.

“Please dear god take me now,” Finn begged, throwing himself at Damian the second the rest of the group had left the locker room, “I need you so badly.”

“I can tell, lindo,” Damian chuckled, hand grazing the bulge that was stretching his boyfriend’s already-tight pants to their limit, “Y no solo porque dijiste “we need to go over tonight’s match so we can do better next time” - whining softly at Damian’s touch, Finn gripped the taller man’s vest as he continued - “like we haven’t already used that excuse before. You’re lucky no one offered to help.”

“You know I’m no good at excuses,” Finn blushed, looking up into Damian’s deep brown eyes, “Can’t we just tell people?”

“And risk dividing the group?” - Damian caressed his boyfriend’s face, rubbing a thumb over his rough stubble as he kept talking - “Making our enemies think we have more weak spots because the members of The Judgment Day are too focused on each other to keep our guard up?” his hand travelled slowly to the back of Finn’s head before gripping him roughly by his hair, “Besides, I thought you liked being my dirty little secret.”

Finn moaned softly, considering Damian’s argument before angling for a compromise.

“How about just one person, then? JD would understand-“

“JD?” Damian let go of Finn as he scoffed, “Why do you want to tell him? Why is he the first person you think of?”

Adjusting his pants, Finn took in Damian’s irritated demeanor before chuckling, “Is the Archer of Infamy… jealous?”

“Should I be?” Damian growled, searching the other man’s face carefully.

“Of course not!” Finn gently laid a hand on Damian’s chest, “You don’t have to worry about anyone else.”

“Dime porque, príncipe,” Damian ordered, voice growing sultry as he moved closer.

Finn gently planted a kiss on Damian’s neck before answering, “Because I’m yours, Cupid.”

“Ay, no,” Damian groaned, pulling away and turning around, “I told you I hate that cheesy nickname.”

“Only because it makes you blush,” came the sing-song reply behind him. Finn particularly enjoyed the fact that he was the only person who could make his boyfriend blush.

“Cállate,” Damian growled, whipping around and wrapping one hand around Finn’s scruffy neck, “I can think of better ways you can use that mouth, lindo.”

The door suddenly swung open, and Finn’s heart raced as he watched JD McDonagh walk into the locker room.

“Hey, I-“ JD stopped in his tracks when he saw Damian holding up a completely red-faced Finn by his throat, “South of Heaven?“ - JD’s voice took on a concerned tone - “Are the two of you practicing moves on each other? You have a match next week!”

Muttering something unintelligible in an irritated tone, Damian carefully let go of Finn - who was thanking his lucky stars that it had been JD walking in.

Had it been someone more perceptive, they might have noticed that Damian was doing his best to block Finn’s hard-on from view.

“If you really need to practice on someone,” JD continued, dramatically throwing off his vest, “Consider me your sparring partner.”

Damian sighed, massaging his temples as he seemed to search for some semblance of patience before whispering only loud enough for Finn to hear, “Someone always offers to help.”

[end part one of three]

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/737896226499035136/tryst-of-fate-part-23-the-high-priestess

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I finally have my own Trolls AU! :D

I'm basically reversing the movie order, so Branch has to go deal with family matters first by saving Floyd, then deal with the Rockpocalypse and foreign matters, and finally cement himself as Poppy's right hand man by saving everyone from the bergens.

I can't decide if I want to get rid of the vacaytioners or not, I didn't really care for them, but this is what I have up til then!

Also I made a poll asking for thoughts about the vacaytioners.

-1

About 15 years after the pop trolls fled the Troll Tree, Branch (now 20) has decided his bunker is basically finished, it just needs to be stocked up, and accidentally lets this slip to Poppy. She decides this is a perfect opportunity to throw Branch a party and maybe get him to invest in the rest of the community now that his own place is set up and he can feel safe. We follow Poppy as she tries to get everyone excited for Branch’s accomplishment but no one seems terribly interested; we get flashbacks of some less-than-pleasant interactions the village has had with Branch over the years to explain their indifference.

Poppy’s group of friends (Creek 17, Guy Diamond 17, Biggie 16, Poppy 15, Satin and Chanille 15, DJ Suki 15, Cooper 14, and Smidge 13) are equally unsure, recognizing that Branch doesn’t like surprises, loud noises, sugary sweets, glitter… basically everything they associate with parties, but especially music. They try to convince Poppy to drop it but she refuses, deciding to throw him a party of two; she has gotten him to have some more-or-less friendly interactions when it’s just the two of them, so maybe this was for the best.

-2

Poppy manages to track Branch down while he’s doing chores that require him to be out of the bunker; she would often just follow him around while he does these, and even help him sometimes, or at least listen while he explains what he’s doing and why. This time she convinces him to join her for a lunch picnic and we get to see that Branch isn’t quite how the villagers described him, at least not with Poppy.

Then her friends decide to show up, feeling bad for abandoning Poppy’s idea earlier, and all hell breaks loose as they try to throw a party the only way they know how; big, loud, and crazy. Branch chews them out and is about to storm off when a large critter bursts into the clearing, causing everyone but Branch to panic. Branch jumps in front of the group protectively before he leads the critter to a nearby trap he'd set (the one he’d been working on while Poppy was convincing him to have lunch) and everyone is super impressed.

Then, out of the critter pops another troll!

-3

John Dory comes in like a wrecking ball, introducing himself as Branch’s big brother, which surprises everyone; they had no idea Branch had a brother! “Uh, yeah, Branch has four brothers; you never told your friends about us?” “We’re not exactly friends. And we’re not exactly family after you all abandoned me. How did you even find me?” JD says he’s been basically wandering around to different troll villages since he got Floyd’s note and was drawn by the sounds of a party (“I knew it would attract predators.”). Which reminds him, Floyd is trapped and needs their help! John Dory shows Branch the note and tells the group how he went to Mount Rageous to scope the place out on his own and confirmed (among other things) that Floyd was indeed being held against his will, in a diamond container… And they both know there’s only one thing strong enough to shatter diamond.

The Perfect Family Harmony.

There are mixed feelings in the group as Branch frees Rhonda the Armadillo Bus (cousins of the caterbuses the pop trolls already use). If there was a brother Branch would be willing to go save, it was Floyd; as much as he hated the idea of leaving the relative safety of Troll Village, he was going. Creek thought that leaving Troll Village was a terrible idea; they have no proof beyond this strange troll’s word, and being related to Branch isn’t exactly a good selling point. Poppy was absolutely going, and may have even if Branch wasn’t. The rest of the group hemmed and hawed, mostly agreeing with Creek that this seemed like something to leave to the adults, or some other kind of authority. The group of would-be adventurers is at least convinced to talk to King Peppy about it first, and rest overnight before getting back on the road.

Everyone piles into Rhonda and JD shows off while endearing himself to Poppy’s friends. Among other things, he reveals the brothers were in a band called BroZone, which only serves to annoy Branch further. Several of the friends recognize the name but are confused; Branch doesn’t sing so he must not have been in the band. Nope, Bitty B had the voice of an angel and a falsetto made of gold; an absolute natural on stage! “And yet it still wasn’t enough to keep you all around, so what does that say about the rest of me?” JD cringes hard at this, saved by another friend asking who wrote a few of their favorite songs. Creek decides that, if he annoys Branch this much, JD must be an ok troll, despite his earlier misgivings. This annoys Branch even more.

-4

They eventually get to Peppy’s pod and Branch manages to keep Poppy’s friends out, leaving only him, JD, Princess Poppy, and King Peppy to talk. Once brought up to speed, Peppy offers whatever supplies Branch and John Dory think they might need to save their brother, but recognizes he couldn't risk the safety of any of his other subjects to help them more than that. He also forbids Poppy from going but she argues that she’s old enough to choose how to help her soon-to-be subjects, which still includes Branch, and eventually storms out.

JD happily stocks up on supplies, showing off Rhonda to everyone who would give him the time of day but also wouldn’t let Branch leave his side. The pair get some mixed responses, due to Branch’s reputation as well as mistrust for the large critter herself, but John Dory is nothing if not charismatic and with Peppy’s stamp of approval as well as hearing about Floyd, the villagers give the pair whatever they ask for.

There’s probably a musical number in here somewhere, maybe Poppy and friends trying to help get JD supplies.

-5

Getting close to evening now, JD asks which pod is Branch’s, only to be told Branch doesn’t live in a pod; he lives in a bunker, away from the village. This concerns JD slightly but he hides it behind enthusiasm, wanting to see Branch’s bunker; it sounds impressive. Branch hesitates, at first telling JD he can just spend the night in Rhonda like he’s used to, but caves with some not-so-subtle praise; he really does want to show off what he’s made. He’s very proud of his bunker.

“Once it’s fully stocked, it’ll hold enough supplies to last me 10 years; 11 if I’m willing to store and drink my own sweat. Which I am! They all said I was crazy, huh? Well, when they find us, who’s going to be crazy? Me! Crazy prepared.” Branch starts going overboard, explaining the complex inventory system he’ll be using, what goes where and why, and John Dory is impressed, overwhelmed, and somewhat scared of how well thought out this plan is. “I’ll admit, I didn’t retain most of that, but it is damn impressive. You’ve obviously put a lot of thought into this.” Maybe a little too much thought…

JD tries to ask about Branch’s colors but chickens out when Branch bristles, instead saying he would actually like to sleep with Rhonda and he’ll see Branch in the morning. Branch doesn’t sleep well that night. (Visions of foreshadowing? Family flashback? Sneak peak of Floyd?)

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Morning comes and Branch is up bright and early, ready to brainstorm where their brothers might be. He knocks on the door of the sleeping armadillo bus, which opens to show a John Dory that hadn’t slept a wink, instead making a clue board with purple and yellow strings connecting various objects and scrawled notes. Appreciating the effort, Branch attentively listens as JD starts to explain his thought process but Branch quickly realizes the board is just as much of a mess as it looked. Branch takes over, going through things, asking what they were/meant, when/where he found them, and eventually Branch finds a postcard among the mess; there’s no name, no return address, no note, just a picture of an island with “Wish you were here" written in neon lettering in the sky. JD is convinced it's from Spruce, living on an island somewhere. Branch is dubious but with nothing better to go on, they head for the coastline to find the pictured island while they think of other options.

JD tries to bring up Branch’s color again but gives up pretty quickly; it’s obviously a sore subject. Instead, he starts telling tales about his travels just to fill the dead air and Poppy makes a comment. Suddenly realizing she’s there, both brothers freak out; it turns out she snuck into Rhonda while Branch was showing JD the bunker, hiding until she was sure they were well on their way (all three are now in the back living space while Rhonda is on a sort of auto pilot heading to the east coastline). They are both upset, Branch more than JD, but she begs them to not turn back; they’d lose a whole day of travel if they did and she really, really wants to go with them! JD is won over pretty easily but Branch is still salty. He goes up to the front just in time to see an island with the words “Wish you were here” floating in the sky above it. Exasperated, he tells the others.

Rhonda dives off a cliff into the water, swimming towards the island.

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Child of Death

Inspired by the lovely @musicfeedsmysoul12 ‘s writing prompt. (Which can be found HERE ) The basic concept is the Havenfall MC being a demi-god, a child of death, a child of Hades. Me, not being able to let go of ANYTHING, has decided to write stuff on it. I hope this isn’t too much of a hot mess for y’all. As an extra side note, the Gods are the ones from the Astoria Universe because.....reasons. There is several....several pages on this so if y’all wanna see more just ask. 

Enjoy!

“Ok, Ok. Let me get this straight. You just happen to own a giant fucking sword?” JD splutters. We’re sitting in the back of the truck, the sword lying between us. There’s a faint coating of blood on it, dripping onto the bed of the truck.

“I’m kind of required to do it.” I shrug helplessly. I felt so bad for keeping this from them. But that’s another one of my requirements. Complete secrecy.

“A requirement of what MC?” JD moves closer to me, sitting in front of me to put their hands on my shoulders, “You can tell me.” “I’m not supposed to.” I don’t meet their eyes, keeping my eyes on the sword, “My whole life is supposed to be one giant secret. Dad won’t be too happy….” I mutter the last part of my sentence, sighing heavily.

“Wait. Dad? I thought your parents were dead.” JD’s hand moves to my jaw, moving my head gently so that I meet their eyes. All the adrenaline of the fight has left me, leaving me tired and sore.

“You have to promise not to freak out. Ok?”

JD nods their head, keeping their eyes locked on mine.

“My name is MC,” I take a deep breath through my nose, “And I am the Demigod child of Hades, God of the Underworld.”

“Demigod.” JD says it slowly, as if they’re testing the taste of it in their mouth, “Wow.”

“You’re not angry at me, right?” I go to their hand, putting mine over theirs, “I didn’t want to lie.” “What? No! I mean I was friends with you for years and I never told you about the whole Jersey Devil thing,” They roll their eyes.

My shoulders slump in relief and JD grins, moving to sit beside me properly. There’s silence, before their hand reaches out to the sword, but I snap out and catch their wrist before it touches the handle.

“Don’t!” I gasp, and continue on before they ask why, “If someone other than me picks it up without me giving it to them myself, bad news.”

“Oh, oh shit.” JD mutters, drawing their hand back, “Well, uhm. What happens?”

“I don’t know.” I give them a tired smile, “I’ve never had the inclination to test it.”

I pick the sword up, the weight suddenly feeling like a ton as my aura wraps around it- making it disappear with a breath of wind. Exhaustion suddenly washes over me in a wave, that last pull of my aura suddenly manifesting itself in pain shooting up my leg. I hiss, and JD looks at me, concern bleeding into their expression.

“MC?” Their voice sounds far away as my eyes drop, dragging me into unconsciousness. I fight against it desperately, trying to mutter out an explanation to JD.

“Exhaustion. Fine…..fine with sleep.” And with that, my whole body slumps, but I feel JD’s arms wrap around me, catching me before I crumple into a heap. Then I lose sense of everything. 

I sigh softly as I hoist MC into my arms, worry making me scowl. I put her gently in the front seat, thanking her forgetfulness briefly when I see she’s left the keys in the ignition for the truck.

The drive into town is quiet, and I park as close to the bowling alley as I can before I start carrying MC inside. Her head flops against my chest and she sighs softly, rubbing her head against the material of my tank top.

Yea, her being a demigod definitely doesn’t change anything.

Razi’s left the door open for me and I push it open, going up the stairs two at a time. The TV is going, telling me Razi is probably waiting for me. He half rises from the couch when he sees MC, eyebrows knitting together and his mouth opening, but I shake my head rapidly.

“Exhaustion.” I say quietly, “There’s some news for everyone when she wakes up.”

“What kind of news?” Razi sinks back into the couch, seemingly content with my answer.

“The kind that is not for me to spoil.” I grin, before saying a soft goodnight, the door to my room left ajar since I had rushed out of it with MC’s panicked text.

I drop her onto my bed, watching for a few moments before going back out, grabbing some stuff out of the kitchen before I go back to my room, shutting the door firmly behind me. I shut off the light, leaving the room in the glow of all the lights I have strung around the place.

MC’s curled up on her side, breathing deeply and mumbling things I can’t catch. I grumble half heartedly to myself, stripping of my leather jacket and kicking my boots off somewhere before I drop onto the bed myself- carefully draping my hand over her waist. She hums at the contact, inching forwards towards the source of it and I chuckle.

Daughter of Hades huh.

[shsl-fander]

Lake House~Prinxiety

Pairing: Roman/Virgil,romantic prinxiety

Summary: Roman and Virgil arrive at Roman's lake house and spend the way in the water

Au: Human, College

Tw: Yelling

A soft breeze swept over the treetops, cooling the familiar area as Roman exhaled, closing his eyes as the clear smell of nature really sunk in. "See Jd-lightful? This is what I'm talking about!" he remarked blinking his eyes open again. "Oh my gosh peck, I haven't been here since I was a kid!"

Virgil scoffed, a short snort escaping him, "Please Roman you are so dramatic ya know that right? How can you be appreciating nature this much when you literally brought so much from home its insane," he commented, shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets.

Though, to Virgil's dismay Roman's attitude had not changed in the slightest. "Just because we're in Maine does NOT mean a prince does not have to slay!", Roman argued in counter.

Virgil tensed the moment an arm was wrapped around him, scooting himself closer to Roman, soon though he relaxed once again. "Lemme guess? You want to skip actually getting relaxed and go right to the water?" he teased raising an eyebrow.

Roman just grinned, a stupidly charming Princey grin. One that replayed rapidly in Virgil's mind, and god he hated it. He hated how loveable Roman was, how much Virgil went weak in the knees and melted in his presence.

Roman rushed towards the lake, dragging Virgil close behind him squeezing his hand as he did so. "Oh come on! We're here to go in the water are we not?" he exclaims in defense. Roman slipped his shirt off before tossing it on a nearby chair, "plus It's still light out," he adds, though he wasn't entirely sure Virgil was still paying attention.

Virgil was paying attention to Roman...just not exactly to his words. He blinked, cursing at himself for staring at Roman but he couldn't help it, he was so pretty and he rarely saw him with his shirt off and all that dumb prince training actually payed off and AUGH.

Roman froze, gazing at his boyfriend for a moment before a smile just tugged at the corners of his lips. He stepped closer towards the other, his head angled at a slight tilt. "Distracted or something my dark daydream?" he cooed, reaching forward to ruffle Virgil's soft, fluffed up hair.

Virgil stammered, his eyes widening as a blush just spread through his entire face like a fire. Virgil inhaled, his breath hitching and he could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, he just knew he was red. He groaned, glancing away from Roman, "oh shut your mouth-" he mumbled all he could muster.

However despite Virgil's attempts Roman wouldn't quit, which of course made Virgil's feelings grow. He grumbled, Roman's soft light hum hovering right above his ear. "God," he whispered, "you are so lucky I love you," Virgil huffed before playfully shoving his boyfriend away from him.

Roman gasped, stumbling backwards as to play further into the dramatics. "I can very easily push you in the water emo," he reminded the other. Roman then glared in front of him, before leaping towards the water with a loud splash.

Virgil yelped, the water flying through the air as it seemed to grow, and before Virgil could rush away-

He was drenched in a splash. "Alright Princey, is this what you wanted?" he asked sighing as he mindlessly threw his hoodie next to Roman's shirt.

Though, even Virgil couldn't be upset for long omce his eyes found there way towards Roman once again. He glanced up, meeting Roman's gaze which came with his glimmering eyes and eager smile. Wow , he was adorable.

Roman's face somehow lit up even more, the shimmer in his eyes increasing. "Come on Gerad-Gay! It'll be fun just come in the water with me," he offered reaching his hand up to the dock.

Though, the moment Virgil's hand even grazed Roman's his feet were lifted off the ground as he was dragged towards the water. Virgil squeaked, tumbling into the water.

Virgil growled, glaring up at Roman as he shook his head, drip of water flying out of his hair. "Jesus FUCKING christ Ro!" he yelled, flipping water into his face. "You're lucky I love you."

Roman wrapped his arms around Virgil, peppering kisses over his face before he whispered a reply, "I know I'm lucky, and I love you too," he cooed. "However, your shirt is absolutely soaked-"

"BECAUSE YOU PULLED ME INTO THE WATER"

"YOU COULD HAVE JUST TAKEN YOUR SHIRT OFF-"

"Roman you just want to see me without a shirt."

"WHAT! NO HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE ME OF THAT-"

The two spent the night laughing, splashing and yelping in the water together. Just the two of them alone, only accompanied by the starry night sky and quiet rustling of the wind.

Word Count: 797

[blade-that-was-broken]

Where’s Barb in Wrath and Rain AU?

What happened to her?

To be honest I kind of miss half life AU- :’D

I understand it’s hard depending on your motivation and your ideas with AUs.

They all are awesome! :D

Barb... is generally kind of similar to canon but also not really?

She'd be with her dad. Idk how old she is in canon but here she's probably not that much older than Branch, so she'd be a teenager by the time the war starts up again. Nothing has really "happened" to her, although considering how she was in canon... she's probably a little crazier here and I imagine gets more involved in the resurgence with a whole attitude of feeling she has to take resistance down, get everyone to be rock zombies, etc.

She'll probably end up with a specific grudge against someone lol

Although since her dad hates JD so much, she does too.

Half Life is like... always in the back of my mind. Literally always. I got stuck on the next chapter of Breathe Again cause I lost my outline (sobbing) and I'm not entirely sure how the things were supposed to go in the chapter and it was kinda driving me crazy. Couple that with my burn out... (as you can tell, I have been able to outline stuff but not really write, write, sadly) it's been a whole mess. Wrath and Ruin is just an outline at this point but I'd like to finish Breathe Again... maybe gets some more shorts and oneshots cause there is plenty I'd love to talk about

Anyways, I know it's not much but I have this little Bowling oneshot wip that isn't finished so here is a snippet from Half Life....

John paid the attendant and moved towards the shoe counter, gathering everyone’s sizes and ordering them up before distributing them around to Spruce, Clay and Floyd. Clay took his shoes greedily and raced over to their assigned lane to put them on, not even sparing the rest of his family a glance before he ran towards the bowling balls to pick his. He found a green and yellow swirled one that seemed a perfect weight for him. He turned around, almost running into a bunch of red hair. 

Delta Dawn, his brother’s best friend, turned to face him, her expression lighting up at the sight of him. “Clay! I didn’t know you were here.” 

“John said we were going to go bowling,” he replied, plainly. “What are you doing here? Did JD invite you? Cause you can join us, obviously. I don’t think even Spruce would mind.” 

It wasn’t exactly a secret that Spruce had the tiniest bit of a crush on Delta but Clay was pretty sure it was because of her red hair. Or the fact that she had the most amazing, voluminous hair any of them had ever seen. Spruce definitely liked his hair. Clay found it weird. He hated brushing his hair or even doing anything with his hair. 

“I’m actually with…” 

A guy came up by her side, looking down over her shoulder. Clay frowned, his brow furrowing as he looked at him a little closer. He was tall, a bit spindly, with dark hair and an angular face. He reminded Clay of someone but he wasn’t sure exactly. “Who are you?” 

“Jim,” he replied slowly. “Who… are you?” 

“Jim, this is Clay, my friend’s little brother. Clay, this is… this is my boyfriend, Jim,” Delta introduced, gesturing with her hand between the two of them. 

Clay looked unimpressed. “Your boyfriend? I didn’t realize going on three dates meant that you were… going steady or whatever they call it these days.” 

Jim snorted, amused. “You’re funny. I’ve heard a bit about you; Delta says you are quite the up and coming horse rider.” 

“Equestrian,” Clay corrected immediately. “She’s… told you about us?”

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

okay this has been A Long WeekTM so!! its time for me to think about my lil blorbos so i forget this week exsisted at all 👍

hurt/comfort my beloved. beat trope ever i eat that shit up like icecream on a steaming hot summer afternoon

i love the idea of Yan just being a really loving and protective BF instead of a full on yandere. my man still has and will murder for y/n but hes also just!!! so shaped!!! i love him sm. aaa imagine coming home after a LOOOONG day and just being smothered in love!!! he is a human-shaped golden retriever istg. if his s/o expresses ANY sign of discomfort or pain istg this man WILL just drag them straight to bed. resistance is futile and will NOT work because with his logic "if s/o hurt or tired, we drag their ass straight to bed and basically become their butler until they feel better!!!" (lowkey would love someone like that rn. im so tired </3 )

and murdock... my love... ive actually played his route only once but when i tell you i fell in love with him. love at 1st sight. he reminds me of JD from heathers SO much but it might be the coat. and the fact hes definetly a musical nerd at heart. hes gotta be. he looks like he saw JD once and based his entire personality off him and honestly, i 100% see that happening. he would def sing soft songs to y/n when theyre feeling stressed or overstimulated. he just would, i know he would. he may be a murderer but hes still soft for his s/o. thats the law with theese kinds of characters. i also see his hugs being... so warm.. and nice... man he would have been GREAT to have earlier today for me. i'd hug the shit outta him <3 <3 <3

also... consider.... yandere.. and murdock... in a poly relationship with y/n... 2 murderers who are in love with the same person whos just tired of their antics but is also in love with the 2. i see them trying to ""compete"" with eachother for y/ns affection and praise. they'd definetly kill a man to get his heart as a cute lil valentines gift. y/n would just look at it like "aw ty <3 thats sweet <3 <3 who the FUCK did you kill now tho?? huh?? im waiting >:(((" while yan and mur both look at eachother like "shit theyre onto us--"

or them both teaming up... since yan basically knows what we're doing 24/7, he also knows which people insult/hurt us... so.. consider him asking mur to distract y/n for long enough so he can get rid of the person while mur is like "oh yeah i gotchu fam"

bonus :

imagine in the old friends au, y/n lives and is with yan and manages to get murdock there, so theyre like "oh hey, i know a place" and bring him home. yans like "hey love <3 <3, who the FUCK is this" while y/n is just like "ive met him once, he reminded me of you so now hes gonna live here" while murs like "wait huh i will-?"

think of the "what do you have there?" "a smoothie" meme

yan cant say shit tho cuz he loves us too much <3

YES YES THIS IS EVERYTHING I WAS LITERALLY JUST THINKING ABOUT THESE TWO

[rintsuten]

Well, here I am for another day to share any Wolfstar's fanfic ideas that pop into my head. (six people liked the previous one so I take it as a "Rin keep doing more" and that's what I'm going to do)

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Au inspired by Heathers, but without the less gory deaths and romantic interest changes (with Heathers spoilers if you don't see it go now, is a master piece)

Ok, this idea comes when I was doing a job with a random playlist playing on Spotify (I explain the context because otherwise it doesn't make sense). And Dead Girl Walking Reprise started playing, I'm a theater kid don't judge me.

In a part of the song Veronica tells JD:

"I wish your mom had been a little stronger

I wish she stayed around a little longer

I wish your dad were good!

I wish grown-ups understood!

I wish we’d met before

They convinced you life is war!"

Now substitute "brother" for "mom" (well and "he" for "she" too) and "parents" for "dad" (because they were both horrible) and tell me it doesn't remind you of Regulus.

Then I realized that Veronica resembles Remus in personality and the Heathers resemble the rest of the Marauders, only being bad people.

Heather Chandler as James because she is the leader just like James and red is definitely his color.

Heather Duke as Peter because they both feel in the shadows of the leaders and have a thirst for power, taking the first opportunity to have it even if it causes damage to their friends (I don't hate young Peter so much but there was no other, just like Heather Duke in the movie is ok).

Heather Mcnamara as Sirius, because I love them both and nobody is going to change my mind that these two would be friends (and also because the scene from Shine a Light Reprise made me feel very Sirius).

For more information about the Au, Lily would be Martha because her friendship with Remus/Veronica is the best thing in the world, and possibly, even though it hurts, she had a crush on Snape in childhood (Because of the Kindergarten Boyfriend song, only in this Au I already has passed.

Ram and Kurt are Snape and Lucius respectively, just because I don't like them, they're just as stupid, their parents look just as bad as Ram and Kurt's, and because they're gay and homophobic at the same time.

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I feel like writing this Au because it's not really that much like the musical and explaining what I want to do would take too long.

I also want to write the other one now that it has given me the desire to write (I have also had more ideas for Au's based on musicals that I will share), but later first things first. If someone tells me to write it, I'll do it because I have the time and desire.

[sailor-rose-princess]

Dolls I want to add to my doll family

The ones in bold are top priority on my list

My ag-celestina-gorillaz shared universe

Lucy Phillips - CYO, pale skin, Jess mold, long straight black hair, green eyes, freckles, no outfit preference as I have to sew her outfits myself (probably will get the pink party dress to save as a party outfit for Celestina). She's from England, she dresses in a sorta goth/pink style, she was adopted into her family, she can play bass guitar and sing really well, and despite her cool and calm personality, she's sweet and emotional when she opens up. She makes friends with Celestina, and they became girlfriends when they're teenagers.

Jason Gomez - Either a boy Sonali mold, or a Josefina rewigged into a boy doll, may go with the latter since the boy doll is discontinued, unless I find a good deal. He has been friends with Celestina and Kailey a few years, and became Lucy's friend as well. He loves anime and gaming, and would often go to cosplay at conventions. He plays the drums, as he learned to do so from Celestina's mom, and he likes acting in the school plays. He comes out as non-binary in his teens, using he/him or they/them pronouns, and he also starts dating Kailey.

Morti Smith - CYO, fair skin, Josefina mold, hazel eyes, long curly brown hair, freckles. So she's my Rick and Morty OC, one of the many alternative Mortys. It's a bit of a long story, but basically in my AU/dimension, thing, Morti lives with her grandpa Rick, wanting to stay there after her parents divorce, her relationship with her Rick is more healthier than C-137's Rick and Morty (the ones from the show), but he can be a bit overprotective of her. Morti has the same classes as Cy, and ends up making friends with the rest of the friend group. Like Morty from the show, she tends to stutter and say "oh geeze", but unlike Morty, while she struggles in school like him, she has a special gift for inventing. I also want to make so many cute yellow outfits for her haha. Yeah I know it's weird, crossing my Rick and Morty OC into my Gorillaz universe, I don't care.

2000's Historical OC's

Johnny Daley aka JD - Logan doll, but with his hair spiked. He's close friends with Kami and Ellie. He's a bit of a prankster, and he loves skateboarding, and he often has his favorite video camera with him. He wants to either be a professional skateboarder like Tony Hawk, or be a movie director. He'd more likely post videos to YouTube sometime in his teens. A lot of my 2000's kids OC were based off kids I knew in school, I gave him the same last name as a kid in class, but his first name was because something about the Logan doll reminded me of Johnny Knoxville (I'll admit it, I've been on a Jackass kick lately haha), and idk, it works because he was popular in the 2000's lol.

Jazzlyn "Jazzie" McElroy - Dark skin, Addy mold, long textured hair, no specific doll in mind, know it when I see it. Best friends with Kami and Ellie. She's very smart, and loves reading books and hopes to be a writer someday, or an actress. She's probably the most mature one of the group. She often babysits her little brother when her mom is working (sometimes together with Kami and her siblings of they're able to), her dad isn't home as he's away fighting in the army. Her favorite American Girls are Addy and Molly. She moves away during Changes for Kami, much to the sadness of her friends. I gave her the same first name as an old friend from elementary school.

Riley Jones and Jason Jones - Ashlynn Wellie Wisher doll (but rewigged with curly black hair) and Caring For Baby doll (redressed as boy) respectively. Riley is Kami's five year old sister and Jason is her 2 year old brother. Kami babysits her siblings in a lot of her stories, so it made sense to me to have them too. They're based off my younger siblings.

[nothingbutimagines]

Elizabeths (Chapter I)

Pairing: Bad boy!Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: Cursing, death, mentions of suicide

Summary: Y/n is part of her high school’s most powerful and most popular clique, but she disapproves of the other girls’ behavior. When Y/n meets the new boy in school, Peter Parker, and begins dating him, what she has known to be her clique begins to unravel. Starting with the death of the clique leader, Liz Allan, one by one, people Y/n doesn’t like begin to die by her and Peter’s hands. Soon, she realizes that Peter is killing students he hates and begins to try to foil his plans, all while clashing with the new clique leader, Elizabeth “Betty” Brant.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: This is a Peter Parker AU I thought of doing. It’s a Heathers AU!!! This is going to follow a similar plot to Heathers, but of course, I won’t keep everything the exact same. Here, we meet our protaganist, Y/n, and our love interest, JD Peter.

Masterlist Request Any Of These Peter Parker/Tom Holland Masterlist

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Dear Diary, 

Today, Liz told me she teaches people about “real life”. 

She said, “Real life sucks losers dry. If you wanna fuck with the eagles, you gotta learn to fly.” 

I asked, “So you teach people how to fly?” 

She said, yes. 

I said, “You’re beautiful.”

“Y/n,” a voice pulled you away from your writing as they kicked your side. 

You pulled your glasses off and looked up at the owner of the yellow skirt and white tights that kicked you. 

“What the fuck, Lizzie?” You snapped, pushing Lizzie Jones’ foot away from you. 

“Sorry, Y/n. Liz needs you in the commons. She said it’s urgent. Back me up, Betty.” 

“Yeah, Y/n, Liz said you have to hit the commons pronto.” Betty stammered, her arms tight around her books.

“Fine. I’m coming.” You rose from your spot on the stairs and followed the other girls. “Do you know what it’s about?”

Lizzie looked back at you. “How the hell am I supposed to know? She just said to get you.”

As you turned the corner and into the madhouse that was the common area, you caught sight of the brown hair that was tied back with a red scrunchie.

“Hello, Liz.” You spoke softly, almost submissive to the girl. 

“Y/n, there you are.” Liz smiled, her voice sickly sweet which made you think she’d want something from you.

If you knew anything about Liz Allan, it was that she always, always was nice when she wanted something from you. 

“What is it you need, Liz?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“I need you to help me get into Brad’s email to send Ass-trid Dumptruck. I want you to help me write a hot and heavy but realistically low-key essay that Astrid can’t help but read right now.”

“Liz, I don’t have anything against Astrid Dunstock.” 

“You don’t have anything for her, either.” Liz replied, shoving the laptop into your hands. “Just get into the email so I can write her a sexy letter to fuel her shower nozzle masturbation for weeks.”

“Let me think about it.”

“Don’t think.” Liz scoffed. “Just do it.”

You groaned as the other girls giggled, holding the laptop in one arm and attempting to type with the other. You furrowed your brow as you took in a deep breath, annoyed at your own inability to fight against peer pressure. 

“Betty, Y/n can’t possibly type with one hand. Bend over so she can work.” Liz smirk.

Betty gave you a look as you mouthed that you were sorry before the girl bent over in front of you and you began to type on the laptop, finding your way to Brad’s email. 

This wasn’t the first time Liz was having you send emails from Brad’s account, so you already knew the password, mumbling to yourself about how ignorant Liz could be as you pulled up the draft email page. 

“Alright, Liz. You’re in.” 

“Why don’t you type it up, Y/n? My nails just got done and it’s hard to type with them.” Liz said, wiggling her fingers in front of you, her nails long and sharp like claws and done in her signature red color. 

You knew she was lying, as she could never tell the truth. She just didn’t want to have the evidence trailed back to her. 

“Come on, Liz. I don’t want to do this.” You said, throwing your arms down and turning to the other girl.

“Do you think I give a shit?” Liz snapped back. “Just write the fucking email and then we can move on with our lives. Besides, you’re the only one who could possibly get down Brad’s diction.”

“Go fuck yourself.” You mumbled as you turned around, feeling Betty giggle from beneath you. 

“Would you like to speak up, Y/n?” Liz asked, moving to look at you from the side.

You gave her a smirk. “No, Liz. Now, why don’t you tell me what to write?”

Liz cleared her throat before speaking softly, her lips brushing against the hair by your ear, her breath hot and her voice soft, sending shivers down your spine. 

“Okay, Y/n, why don’t we keep it short and simple? Get in and get out, just like Brad would.” Liz said. 

“And you know that all too well.” 

You could feel Liz press her sharp nail into your cheek, the pressure so sharp you thought she was about to draw blood. Your proud attitude quickly diminished as she huffed, taking her nail off your face as you sighed and quickly typed up the email. 

“Alright. I’m done writing.” You announced, straightened up as you picked the laptop off of Betty’s back, and handed the laptop to Liz. “Just hit send and Astrid will get it right away.” 

“Come on people, let’s give that leftover lunch money to people without lunches! Those tater tots you threw away are a delicacy in Africa! Their Thanksgiving dinner!” You could hear Ned scream into the crowd of students in the common area as you took a seat beside LIz at your regular lunch table. 

“God, aren’t they fed yet?” Lizzie asked, taking a bite out of a french fry she took off your plate before flinging it back down on the plate, the ketchup splattering on the rest of your food. “Do they even have Thanksgiving in Africa?”

“Oh, yeah. Pilgrims, Indians, tater tots.” You replied as you ate the other half of the french fry, “I heard it’s a real party continent.”

Liz rustled in her bag beside you, gaining your attention as you watched her pull out a clipboard and slam it down on the table. She gave you a smile as she proudly flipped her hair over her shoulder while she watched your face fall and you internally groaned. 

“Y/n, guess what time it is?” 

“Ouch, lunchtime poll.” You guessed, setting down the milk carton in your hand as you turned to her. “So, what’s the question?”

“Yeah, what’s the question?” Betty asked, earning a swift kick from Liz.

“Goddamn, Betty, you were on FaceTime with me when I thought of it.”

“Oh, right. I forgot.”

“Such a pillowcase.” Liz scoffed, pulling you up with her as she stood up and began leading you through the crowded tables and into the large aisle of the common room. 

“This wouldn’t be about that bizarre dream you had the other night that were blabbing about on the phone would-”

“Oh, shut up. It is.” Liz cut you off. “I told Ned if he gave me another political topic, I would spit on him and he said if I didn’t want to do that, I’d have to think of my own poll.” 

You shook your head, looking away from her as you scanned the large room. Your eyes landed on a boy you’ve never seen before, and being in a small town, a guy that looked like him, you would’ve recognized. 

He caught your gaze, the boy who reminded you of James Dean as he slouched in his blue plastic chair, his leather jacket puffing out to the side to reveal the simple t-shirt he was wearing underneath. You couldn’t tell if it was the swooped dark brown hair or the Rebel Without a Cause lunchbox sat in front of him that made you think of the long dead actor, but the boy certainly knew how to get anyone’s attention. 

Transfixed on the boy across the room, you felt a sharp pain in your knee as you crashed into the blue chair of one Cindy Moon. You grunted softly, your hand reaching towards your knee as you bent down to rub it soothingly. 

Cindy turned, pulling her cardigan sweater tightly around her as the rest of her less stylish friends also turned as well, causing you to blush as you straighten up slightly, still a bit bent over as Cindy studied you for a moment. 

“Oh gosh, sorry, Y/n.”

“Oh, Cindy…” You replied softly, the embarrassment hinting in your tone. “I’m, uh, sorry I didn’t make it to your birthday party last month.”

“That’s okay,” Cindy shook her head, “Your mom said you had a big date. Hell, I’d miss my own birthday party for a date.” 

You laughed lightly with her for a moment, glancing over at Liz who was growing impatient as she watched the interaction.

“Don’t say that.” You playfully hit Cindy’s shoulder. 

“Oh, Y/n/n, while you’re here, I found this the other day.” Cindy beamed, picking up her purse and rummaging through it until she pulled out a photo and handed it to you. “I think it's Halloween in second grade.”

“Oh, where we got so sick from the candy that a single spin on that carousel at the Halloween fair-”

“-had us throwing up uncontrollably.” Cindy laughed as she finished your sentence, the warm interaction between you two cut prematurely by Liz’s swift swing pulling you away and causing you to drop the photo.

“Hey, I was talking to someone!” You snapped, tearing away from her. 

“Color me impressed. I thought you were finished playing Barbies with Cindy Moon.” Liz snapped. 

If you didn’t know her any better, you’d have thought Liz was somehow jealous of your interaction with Cindy. 

You followed her like a duckling, almost prancing to keep up with her as you approached the Country Club. You hated them just as much as the next, the daddy’s money boys and girls who were so pretentious they dressed as if they were always at the country club, hence their name. 

“Oh, great, here comes Liz.” You could hear Brittany say as you and Liz approached.

You could feel Liz’s unabashed false pleasantness radiating off of her. You hated the Country Club as much as the next guy, but never as much as Liz Allan did. 

“Hi, Brittany, love the blouse. Oh, let me steal a tater.” Liz greeted, her tone the same sickly sweet as the one she had had with you earlier in the lunch period. 

Brittany watched with a similar fake smile plastered on her face as Liz turned her back to her, now facing you as she pushed the tater tot into her mouth with a single finger, doing a vomiting gesture before chewing and swallowing the tater tot and turning to Brittany and her group. 

“Thanks. I got it at H&M.” Brittany smiled, turning to her group and back at Liz. “I totally blew my allowance.”

“That’s pretty very. Now check this out, David Dobrik gives you a Tesla and $2 million dollars and the same day you get to be on his channel, aliens come to earth and say they’ll blow up the planet in two days. What are you going to do?”

The table looked stunned for a moment and you watched as Flash chuckled, leaned back in his chair and put his sunglasses on. You rolled your eyes at the dramatic action as he started to speak. 

“That’s easy. I’d just hand the wad over to my father. He has the best stock broker in the state. And then I would take that Tesla out for a joyride. Just me, babes, and a car to drive while I fuck a chick in the passanger’s seat.”

“How charming.” You rolled your eyes. “The world will be Pompeii in two days and you’re going to invest your money?”

“Man, my father’s broker could triple it, double it in two days.”

“If I had that money,” Brittany cut in, “I’d give it all to the poor.”

“Wow. You’re beautiful.” You smiled with a nod as Liz jerked you by the arm, pulling you away from the flabbergasted Brittany.

“If you’re openly going to be a bitch…”

“I’m sorry, it’s just why can’t we talk to other kinds of people?” Your voice coming out whinier than you anticipated. 

“Fuck me gently with a chainsaw. Do I look like Mother Teresa to you?” Liz asked, her tongue sharp as you walked alongside her. “If I did, I wouldn't mind talking to the Geek Squad.”

Your gaze followed along the extended arm and pointer finger of Liz’s body as you both made eye contact with one of the boys at the table, causing him to spill his milk all over himself in shock. 

“Oh my god, Elizabeth Number One just made eye contact with me.” He blurted out, stumbling over his words as another boy chuckled.

“It must be love.” The other one replied before you tore your gaze away from them and looked up at Liz, who always seemed to tower over you with her bright red high heeled boots. 

“Doesn’t it bother you that everyone at school thinks you’re a piranha?” You confront her, her eye roll in response making you feel like back peddling what you said.

“Like I give a shit.” She snapped so matter-of-factly. “They all want me as a friend or a fuck. I’m worshipped at Midtown and I’m only a junior.” 

You groaned. “Just pretend you’re doing charity work. Like saving a couple of oiled up penguins in the Dawn commercials. Like this shit will look good on college essays.” 

Liz looked at you in surprise, returning your statement with an eye roll as you had her convinced and she knew it. “Whatever. I don’t believe this shit. We’re going to a Columbia University party and I’m brushing up my conversational skills with the scum of the school.”

Dear Diary,

Sometimes I want to kill Liz Allan. She’s such a bitch saying, “I’m tall, dark, and beautiful. I’m such an individual because I look like a girl in a toothpaste commercial. I’m so hot Post Malone wanted to see my tits for backstage passes.” Damn, you Liz. You’re not special or a princess. All teenagers are the same. Didn’t you see Breakfast Club? 

You pull the clipboard from Liz’s arms as you guide her to the Geek Squad with your hand on her lower back, in a similar way to how your father would push you along in lines at the grocery store. You two stood there awkwardly for a moment before elbowing Liz, causing her to jump. 

“Alright. This is called a lunchtime poll. We ask you a question, you answer honestly. Now, David, whatever his name is, gives you a Tesla and 2 million dollars. When you go to do the big youtube thing, aliens come to the earth and say they’re going to blow it up in two days. What do you do?” Liz muttered, her attitude more sour than it was only moments before. 

“I’d go to the Pyramids.” Brian replied, the bony head of the Geek Squad. “With a girl.”

“Where are you going to get the girl?” the boy beside him asked. “Amazon?”

You couldn’t help but crack a smile as you looked at another boy. “What about you, Lucas?”

“I told you she knew my name.” He muttered to Brian, who in turn, elbowed him in the side. “I’d change my life. Get a new haircut, new clothes, revamp like in She’s All That.” 

“How sad!” Liz exclaimed. “Blowing all your cash to make up for a lack of popularity. And the reference to a chick flick! Did you see it with your mom? Or your new boyfriend?” 

You grabbed Liz by the arm and yanked her from the table and into the large aisle again, right where she had scolded you only minutes before. 

“If you’re openly going to be a bitch…” You trailed off, your tone harsh as Lizzie approached. 

“Ass-trid’s reading the email, you’re going to want to see this.” Lizzie laughed, grabbing you both by the wrists and dragging you behind her as she beelined to where Betty stood, back up against a pillar. 

“Oh god, here we go!” Betty giggled as you four began to watch. 

You suddenly felt sick. You wanted nothing to do with what was about to happen as Astrid rose from her seat at her empty lunch table and made her way towards the Jocks, where Brad sat, munching on his tater tots. You couldn’t understand what Astrid was saying as she pointed to her phone screen, allowing Brad to read it. You flinched as the boy erupted in laughter, food and spit flying from their mouths as they howled, leaving Astrid to run away in horror, leaving you with a pit in your stomach as you jumped away from your friends and into Ned’s table. 

“A penny for your thoughts! But, a dollar could save a life! Hi, Y/n. A five keeps the neighborhood alive! But, a ten will bring back the dead!” Ned shouted, the little chant ringing in your ears as you made eye contact with the James Dean boy again, his look as horrified as your own. 

Liz shoves a twenty dollar bill into Ned’s hand as she approaches you. 

“Shut up.” She orders as the boy grows quiet. “You wanted to be part of the most powerful clique in school and if I wasn’t already the head of it, I’d want the same thing.” 

“I’m sorry, what are you going on about?” You snapped, turning to her. 

“You heard me. That episode with the email back there was for us all to enjoy, but for some reason you are determined to ruin my day.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, let me fix that.” You replied before laughing mockingly. “We made a girl consider suicide! What a laugh! What a scream! I’ve never seen something so funny!”

“Come on, you jerk. You used to have a sense of humor.”

You let Liz guide you back to where Lizzie and Betty stood, talking about whatever book Betty had begun reading as your eyes landed back on the boy you’d found yourself so infatuated with. 

“God, Y/n, drool much?” Lizzie asked, as Liz groaned. “His name’s Peter Parker. He’s in my American History class.”

“Give me back the clipboard.” You ordered, pulling the clipboard from Liz’s hands. 

You sauntered away from the girls, scoffing as Lizzie began making oinking and sexual sounds in your direction and by how fast they were cut off, you knew Liz had probably slapped the other girl to get her to stop. 

“Well, hello, Peter Parker.” You greeted, stopping at a halt on the other side of his table. 

Now standing in front of the boy, you realized he looked less like James Dean and more like a young Jaime Bell.

“Greetings and Salutation. Call me Peter. Are you an Elizabeth?” He asked, the smile on his face a bit cocky. 

You chuckled, a light blush dusting your cheeks. “No, I’m a Y/n. L/n. This may sound like a stupid question…”

“There are no stupid questions.”

“Okay. Get this, David Dobrik gives you 2 million dollars and a Tesla and on the same day he’s supposed to give it to you in a youtube video, aliens invade earth and say they’re going to blow up the planet in two days. What do you do?”

Peter chuckles, his laugh light and airy as he runs a hand through his hair. 

“That’s the stupidest question I’ve ever heard.” He replies, his brow rising as he answers the question curiously. “Probably would just row a boat out into the middle of the lake. Bring along my sax, a bottle of tequila, and some Bach.” 

“How very.” 

“Come on, Y/n!” Lizzie calls from behind you. 

“I’ll be right there! God!” You roll your eyes as you yell, turning your attention back to Peter. “Duty calls. Bye.”

“Later.” 

Dear Diary, 

I take back what I said about killing Liz Allan. I don’t think I’m ready for jail just yet, not with a boy like Peter Parker around. Maybe we’re not all the same after all. 

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Abandoned 7

Summary: Sweet Pea/reader Soulmate AU- the first sentence say about your soulmate is tattooed on their body

This is the seventh piece in the Abandoned Series and this imagines continuation can be provided by: two or more requests for it in the askbox

You turn your alarm off tugging on your running shoes and workout gear as you make your way to school and to track practice. You’re just finishing up your last lap when you spot Kevin waiting by the bleachers after wrestling.

“Hey Kevin, what’s up?”

“So you know the musical we’re working on?” You nod stretching as he talks. “Do you think you can help with costuming?” You stare at him for a moment.

“You don’t have to I just-“

“Kevin, of course. It’s no trouble. When do you need everything by? Any idea what I should bring costume wise or-“ Kevin doesn’t respond, hugging you.

“Kevin get off you’re sweaty from wrestling!” you struggle in his grip as he sighs relieved.

You were relieved he had asked you to help with the costumes, instead of asking for you to audition; you preferred to work behind the scenes, letting anyone else funnel the praise and attention away from you. You know there’s no popularity contest, either way Cheryl would win it, no one can resist her; it’s just you much preferred the ease and anonymity of the background. Blending into the crowd and doing small favors when needed. Let everyone else handle the big events; you were just happy to stock extra papers and work on the musical’s behind the scenes. Still what you knew to be your first words from your soulmate brought you comfort. Definitely understand why you’re considered Northside royalty. You wouldn’t consider yourself anything close to royalty from the Northside; your family was only slightly above the financial line in need of moving to the Southside; in addition to living just off the bridge towards it. Still you enjoyed the thought that your soulmate was hopefully going to appreciate you from the start, something you usually had to earn or at least remind other people of.

Kevin was insistent that you help him with the script and set-up for Heathers, after Cheryl had changed it, you knew he’d been dreading announcing the change, apparently Evelyn hadn’t taken it well and refused to help him produce a “musical with such violent and un-farm like ideals” Which is how you found yourself awake at five am, hauling a box filled with potential costumes into the theatre.

“Thanks, you’re an angel.” You laugh at Kevin shaking your head.

“Honestly it’s no problem Kev; I was awake anyways and never miss an opportunity to go thrifting and digging through old clothes.” He beams and pulls another box from the stack you’ve left outside the door, you turn back pulling the last box in.

“You think you can help with the sound check?” He starts to pout at you and you snort.

“If you don’t mind listening to my off key singing.” He rolls his eyes shoving a microphone into your hand.

“We have most people already cast, so we just need to fine tune it and make sure everyone can be heard, which is where you come in, I’ll just cue the track and-“

“I sing; I got the gist Kev.” He offers you a thumbs up and you smile as you hear the track to Dead Girl Walking start playing. You hum before starting you sing, half dancing across the stage laughing as you finish.

“How was that?” You turn startled to see more of Kevin’s friends lounging in the chairs, you wave to Reggie before jumping from the stage.

“So who’s cast?”

“Well we have Cheryl as Heather C, myself as Heather D, Josie as Veronica, Veronica as Heather M, and Sweet Pea as JD so far, you want to audition?” You nod smiling at Betty who lists off everyone. Kevin nods turning to talk to Betty and you busy yourself unpacking some of the boxes, until Kevin see’s you and starts to scold you.

“Seriously Y/N you’ve done more than enough, go get some coffee or a muffin please, watching you work is just making me feel more indebted to you.”

“Kevin it’s my pleasure, anyway I can help. It’s what I love to do, trust me.” You smile nodding as you point him towards the snack table you helped set up earlier.

“I made the blueberry ones by the way.” His eyes light up as he looks at them.

“With the crumble topping?”

“Of course.” You nod and pull another shirt out grabbing a hanger to put it on the current costume rack.

“Definitely understand why you’re considered Northside royalty.” You can hear Kevin and Betty gasp, they know your words, you turn unsure how you’re going to respond, the words falling from your lips as you take in the Southside Serpent standing in front of you, holding one of the muffins you made, bite taken out of it.

“Wow I guess what they say about the devil is true then, he does come dressed as everything you want.” You laugh a little and you can see Fangs cheering. Sweet Pea just stares at you.

“Because you’re playing the dick guy in Heathers.” You state and he nods.

“Sorry I just.” He shrugs and you tilt your head.

“Not how you were expecting that to be said then?” He laughs nodding.

“Yeah, I’m sure the same goes for you?”

“To be fair I spent half my childhood expecting to end up like the princess diaries.” You shrug and Sweet Pea laughs.

“I must be a disappointment then.” You shake your head smiling.

“From where I’m standing an improvement so far.” He smiles peeling the wrapper from the muffin he grabbed.

“These are heavenly by the way.” He smirks and you laugh.

“Well you officially have an unlimited supply of them.” He beams.

‘And my family?” You arch an eyebrow.

“You mean the serpents?” He ducks his head nodding.

“I don’t know if I can make that many every week.”

“Wait I get these every week??” He bounces on his heels.

“If you want, it was just a suggestion. I have other recipes as well and- Sweet Pea!” You squeak as he picks you up hugging you.

“Dude chill.” Fangs speaks through his laughter.

“Sorry, I just got excited.”

“About the muffins? Or your soulmate?” Kevin snorts and you watch Sweet Pea’s face seem to soften, he glances to you almost shyly blush suddenly on his face and his eyes filling with amazement. He smiles at you before jerking and turning away.

“So rehearsal?” He nods to Kevin and Kevin rolls his eyes.

“Will be after school today, please don’t method act Dead Girl Walking. I need you both in one piece, we still need to figure out costumes as well.”

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1988

"Shh!" I try not to laugh at Izzy as he nearly trips coming around the corner, bracing himself against the wall as I'm tucked under his arm to help him keep his balance. 

"When the hell did this get here?" He asks in reference to the wall, fumbling for his key when we get to his room. 

"You gotta slow down some, Izzy." I tell him softly as he struggles to get the door open but he eventually does. 

"I know, I know, I hear Axl bitch at me about it constantly, trust me I know." He rolls his eyes, careful not to drop his cigarette as he reaches for a lighter. 

He can't steady his thumb enough to light it, though, and I sigh and snatch the lighter from him, lighting the cigarette before he can complain. 

"Thanks." He falls back on the bed, chuckling a little as I stand at the foot of the bed, my arms crossed. "Don't take this the wrong way but you look hot even when you're knocked up." 

"And you're high." I roll my eyes. "And drunk." I add. "And I'm leaving you to it because I'm tired." 

I go to leave but he sits up. 

"You can crash here." He offers and I raise my brows. 

"Izzy, if this is a part of some grand scheme to be the next in line to have sex with me--"

"--You're pregnant. I don't fuck pregnant chicks." He wrinkles his nose, laying back down. 

"Gee, thanks." I mumble, crawling onto the bed and laying on my back beside him. 

In a moment of quiet I glance over at him smiling smugly. 

"What?" He questions, taking notice. 

"You love me so much you don't even know how to handle it." I tell him. 

"Like hell I do." He denies it in a sharp scoff. 

"You don't want me to leave you."

"That doesn't mean anything." 

"We're friends." I say next. 

"No, we're not." 

"You love me." 

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." 

I keep my smile for a few more moments, before I close my eyes. 

I feel him scoot the tiniest bit closer to me before settling down, too.

"Psst," he says in a few minutes and I open an eye and look at him. 

"What is it?" 

"You wanna get married?" 

I furrow my brows and turn to face him fully. 

"How the hell do you go from denying we're even friends to wanting to marry me?" 

"I'm high and drunk, like you said." He admits and I sigh, shaking my head a little as he clears his throat. "You and Nikki are getting divorced, you and Duff aren't together, either...everybody I know is getting hitched. I'm left out." He shrugs. 

"Be thanking God." I tell him and he chuckles. 

"Oh, c'mon. It wouldn't be that bad." He argues. "It would work out because Duff's in the band so he'd get to see the baby all the time so you wouldn't have to worry much with working in visiting and stuff. My mom would fucking love you, your dad already likes me...we've already seen each other naked so we know what to expect." He adds.

I hit his arm and glare at him. 

"Well, we're together a lot so we know each other's habits and stuff...I think it could work." 

"You're high. And drunk." I reiterate, getting back on my back. "And full of shit." 

"Okay, what about that old pact that desperate lonely people make? Like, 'if we're forty something and neither of us are married, we'll get married to each other'?" 

Knowing that by the time we're in our forties we most definitely won't be single, I humor him. 

"Izzy, if we even make it to forty-something, and you're sober and have your shit together, I'll marry you." I agree. 

"Deal," he holds his hand out for me to shake, and I do.

"Now go to sleep." I urge, turning over to face away from him. 

"The cold sex shoulder is already starting to settle in and we aren't even together yet." He aggravates and I reach my hand back and swat at him, making him laugh. 

1989

"Izzy, stop touching it!" I bark, hitting at his hand.

"Viv, I'm good, that fucking pixie stick didn't do shit." He bites back, his fingers on his nose as I'm holding ice to it. 

"Jeffrey Dean Isbell." I snap. 

"Vivian Estine Kinston." He says right back. 

"Fine!" I shove at his nose and he winces. 

"Jesus fuck, Vivian, I said it doesnt hurt to touch it, not fucking reset the bone, damnit!" He gripes in pain. 

"Oh, no, that fucking pixie stick didn't do shit." I remind him. "And you deserved it, by the way." 

"Here we go," he grumbles, leaning his head back in the car. 

"No, I mean seriously, Izzy. Drunk or not you can't go one night without being a complete asshole to a woman? Especially if they're your friends' wife, you're supposed to have extra respect for them, jesus." 

"I'm not friends with that little squealy bitch." He declares. 

"You still respect his wife. You don't pull her dress up and then hit her when she raises hell at you for doing it." 

"I didn't hit her, I karate chopped her. There's a fucking difference." He informs. 

"Either way, you're a moron." 

"And you're a bitch." 

"I don't take anything seriously from someone who snorts so much coke he only has one nostril because the size of the hole burnt into his septum." I hiss. 

"That's perfectly fine because I never took anything you've said seriously just because." He doesn't miss a beat before he drops the ice for a moment to light a cigarette.

"You're such a jackass."

"Are we saying vows right now?" He asks in reference to our insults. 

"I said when you're sober and forty-something, although right now I don't see you making it to forty-something."

"We should probably go ahead and consummate it, then." 

"Oh, gee, how tempting, I don't know how I'd possibly ever resist such an idea." I sarcastically let out and roll my eyes. 

"Vegas is only a few hours away," he points out. 

"The loss of blood from your nasal cavity is definitely getting to you." I scoff. 

"Viv, what could possibly be so bad about marrying me?" He blows smoke put of his mouth. 

"Well, for one, when you want a girl to marry you, you don't ask her while you're strung out or on a coke binge or drunk. You don't ask her while blowing cigarette smoke in her face, and you certainly don't ask her after getting your face beat in for sexually harassing and physically assaulting your acquaintance's wife." 

"I was fucked up, and that doesn't make it alright or whatever but I really do feel like shit about it, you know."

"Then you need to call Vince as soon as you can and explain that to him and apologize to him and Sharise. Because it really embarrassed her and hurt her feelings." I tell him. 

"Then will you marry me?" 

"I'm not talking about this anymore, Izzy, drop it." 

"Fine." He doesn't argue...but I do see him glance at me from the corner of my eye, a smirk on his lips. 

1990

"Tommy, I can't just up and fly out to Toronto tomorrow because me and Duff are going up to visit his family for a few days with Monroe." I explain, putting mascara on. 

"Well, think about it alright?" 

"Tommy, I'm not thinking about it, there's no way for me to go to Seattle and Toronto at the same time." 

"Well--"

"--I'll see you guys in a couple weeks, anyway, so what's the deal?" 

"The 'deal' is that you act like you don't want anything to do with us now that you and Nikki aren't togther anymore." He accuses. 

"That's not true." 

"Anytime you come out to a show is if Sharise or Heather are out on the road, too, and you just hangout with them the whole time and avoid us." 

"Gee, Tommy, could that possibly be because you idiots wore me down so much over the course of six years that I just don't have the energy to even be around you too much even when you're sober?" 

There's silence on the other line. 

"Not trying to be an ass, Tommy, but it's the truth. I love you, but I can't make it to Toronto. I'm sorry." 

More silence. 

I just sigh and hang up, finishing my makeup before I hear a horn honking out front.

"Monroe," I peek my head into his nursery, seeing his butt up in the air, thumb in mouth, tiny snores coming from him. 

I gently shake him awake, picking him up when all else fails, heading to the car. 

As soon as I get out there, I hand Monroe to Izzy, who's behind the wheel, as I get Monroe's carseat in his car. 

Once the toddler is locked in, I get in the passenger side and let out a breath. 

"You alright?" He asks me. 

"Yeah, just...a lot...I told Tommy I didn't want to go see them because I don't have the energy to be around them now that they're sober due to how they acted for so long when Nikki and I were together." 

"So...you don't want to be around them, but you'll come be around all of us." He points out. 

"I'd rather be in a room full of messed up Guns N' Roses than sober Mötley Crüe." 

"Ouch." He mumbles. 

"So, where we going?" I ask him. 

"The courthouse." He explains. 

"For what?" 

"To get married." He answers casually. 

"Ha, ha, funny...seriously where are we going?" 

"To the courthouse to get married." He says, again. 

"Izzy. That's not funny." I state. 

"I'm glad it isn't because I'm being serious, Viv." 

"Izzy, no you're not." 

"Yeah, I am."

"Stop the car." I order and he sighs, slowing down. 

"Damnit, Viv." He says as I open the door and get out, feeling too trapped in the car. "Now, you know I've been asking you for the past two years, Viv, I'm tired of hearing, 'no'. You think I'm kidding when I ask you but I'm being serious." 

"You can't be serious, Izzy, because it literally came out of nowhere the first time you even suggested it! 'Everybody else is doing it and I'm left out' is a shitty reason to want to marry someone--and you're not even four months sober! The last time a high idiot told me he wanted to marry me, I said, 'yes,' and I was in hell for it for years! So, yes, Izzy, I apologize if I wasn't taking you seriously all the times you've asked me about it because the idea in itself is just so freaking ridiculously stupid, I thought surely you'd have more sense than to think we could!" 

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"Good!"

"Good! We aren't even friends anyway so screw you!" He throws at me. 

"wE aReN't EvEn FrIeNdS aNyWaY sO sCrEw YoU." I mimic his voice, walking around to get Monroe, who's still sleeping, out of the back. 

"Viv, get back in the car." 

"No."

"Vivian, get back in the damn car." 

"No!" 

"Why do you have to be so fucking stubborn?!" 

"The same reason you have to be so full of shit!" 

1991

"Monroe don't run!" I chase after the three year old backstage, grabbing his sides before he can get away from me. 

"Where's daddy?" He asks me with a chuckle, fingers in his mouth, his eyes switching over people passing by. 

"I don't know, baby, but we can go find him." I suggest. 

"Yeah!" He excitedly exclaims. 

"Yeah!" I reply, laughing…

"I said 'this' much cranberry and 'this' much Vodka, man!" I hear Duff complain, followed by the splattering of liquid hitting the floor. 

I turn the corner to see Duff face to face with their manager.

"Daddy, daddy, daddy!" Monroe kicks his legs, wrestling to get down. 

"Monroe—"

Duff looks at us, this look coming to his face. 

"H-Hey, man." He walks over to us, smiling at me. "When'd you get here?" He asks me, going to kiss my check but I lean back, wincing. 

"You smell like b-o-o-z-e, Duff." I scold him as he takes our son from me. 

"Yeah, don't worry about it." He assures me easy-goingly as Monroe hugs him tightly, grinning and laughing. 

His girlfriend...more so drug buddy, Linda, walks by and he glances at her. 

"Babe, you coming?" She asks him, raising her brows. 

He looks at Monroe, then me, then her again, before frowning slightly. 

"Go, we'll be okay for a few minutes." I insist. 

"Are you sure?" He questions.

"Duff, we just got here. You don't have to spend every second with us right away. You've got stuff to do." 

He sighs, looking at me, then Monroe again. 

"C'mon, baby, daddy's gotta get back to work." I tell Monroe and he reaches for me again. 

I take him and Duff kisses his head, and mine. 

"See ya before the show." He tells us, waving bye to Monroe. "See ya in just a few minutes, Roe." He assures him as Monroe waves back. 

I sigh, Monroe looking around again. 

"When's daddy coming back?" He asks me. 

"In just a few minutes." I assure him.

He's soon looking over my shoulder, his eyes wide and bright, a wide smile on his face as he brings his finger to his lips and goes "shh." 

Before I can turn to see who he's looking at, a sharp pinch on my ass has me snapping around, ready to throw a punch, only to be met with Izzy. 

He and Monroe laugh together at my expense and I hit Izzy in the arm. 

"Tailhole." I hiss out, watching my language and he chuckles some more. 

He looks so much healthier than he used to. 

He used to be scraggly and high looking all the time...now he's filled out a little more and his skins glowing. 

Of course that also probably has to do with him finding a girl he's full blown in love with.

"Duff leave you out here?" He asks and I shrug. 

"We just got here, he's with Linda." 

Izzy wrinkles his nose the slightest. 

"Duff's to Linda like Nikki was to Vanity." He mumbles. 

"Don't I know it." I state, knowing a crackhead girlfriend/boyfriend when I see one now that I've had experience with Nikki and Vanity, and Tansy and Sparkie. "Where is she at?" I ask once we get to his dressing room and see a picture of the Aneka girl he'd been telling me about in bits and pieces the past couple months. 

"Visiting her family." He tells me as there's a small knock at the door. 

"Yeah?!" Izzy calls and the door opens. 

"There he is!" Tansy says excitedly, Monroe laughing and showing a mouthful of teeth, getting down from me and running to her. 

"Tans!" He replies to her, just as happy to see her. 

"Oh, my goodness, you have gotten so tall since I last saw you." She tells him and he puts his bicep up and she grins, squeezing him to her. "You wanna go see uncle Axl?" 

"Yes!" 

"Is that okay? Just for a little bit." Tansy asks me and I nod.

"Yeah, that's fine." I say and she picks him up. 

"Alright, c'mon." She giggles and he waves at me. 

"See you in just a little bit." I tell him, waving. 

When she shuts the door, I fall back on the couch and groan, making Izzy raise his brows. "When we first got here, all I could hear was, 'daddy, daddy, daddy!'" I refer to Monroe and Izzy takes the cheap shot. 

"Sounds like you on a good night." He says before I can finish and I glare at him, making him laugh. 

"Sorry." He shrugs. 

"Anyway...we finally get here and all he sees is his dad throw a fit because he didn't have the perfectly formulated ratio of Vodka and cranberry juice." I state and he lets out a soft breath. "And then Nikki's drinking again, and I know he's drinking again because he calls me in the middle of the night, drunk, to complain about his wife--which I told him not to marry her because he barely had time to really get to know her but nope. Nobody ever listens to Viv. And Tansy said that tweedle-Duff and tweedle-Slash wake up and start their morning with alcohol, which is comforting...I've been talking to Steven's mom a lot and she said he's been going down hill again after he tried to sober up some…"

"Yeah, I heard." He rubs the back of his neck. 

"Axl's keeping Tansy from seeing anybody, he won't even let her call to check up on Steven right now. He thinks it'll trigger her to go off the deep end and get back on smack." I add. "Everything is just a shitshow at this point." 

"Yeah…" he mumbles, before a long pause sits between us, and he finally clears his throat and sighs. "Um, I need to tell you something that I haven't told any of the guys yet, and I don't know how you'll feel but just know I've thought about it a lot and think I should do it." 

"Izzy, I don't care if you're gay." I tell him and he sighs, giving a little smile…

"This is pretty serious." He says and I furrow my brows a little. "I want outta the band, Viv." 

I feel a punch in my stomach. 

First Steven, now Izzy...this is not how this was supposed to go…

"W-What?" 

"Izzy, c'mon!" Their manager calls. "You're on soon!" 

"We'll talk about it later, alright?" He says and I'm at a loss for words.

"Izzy," 

"It'll be alright, we'll talk about it." He assures me before stepping out.

Later that night, after Axl finally got on stage and the show was barely completed, Izzy and I split a room, Monroe and I taking a bed while Izzy takes the other. 

Once Monroe is tucked into bed after passing out on the way to the hotel, I sit and wait for Izzy to get out of the shower and end up dozing next to Monroe.

I slowly blink awake when I feel fingertips tapping at my forehead, and Izzy's crouched down by the bed beside me...a little smile on his lips. 

"Hey," he chuckles. 

"Hey." I say back, blinking once more…

"It's not about the music anymore, Viv. The egos and drugs and booze and pussy--it's all coming first. I'm tired of having a show at 8:00pm and not getting onstage 'til 11:45pm, and only staying on stage until 12:30am before Axl gets breathed on the wrong way and storms off." He says softly not to wake Monroe up. "And it didn't help when my royalties were in talks of getting cut...and then when Ax is constantly coming up with lawsuits or contracts or NDA's, it's bullshit. It started out as five of us against them. Now Steven's gone, Axl's God and Slash, Matt and Duff are killing themselves. I just want out." 

"You're breaking my heart, Izzy, you know that?"  I sniffle tiredly, trying not to cry. 

"I promise I'll be okay. This isn't gonna spring me into a relapse or anything." He assures me.

"I'm sorry for all of this happening." I admit and he shakes his head. 

"Nah...it doesn't have anything to do with you. Me and the guys just have our own things going and it's just time for me to go my own way." 

I just sniffle again, wiping a stray tear, and nod. 

"And we'll still stay in touch and stuff." He adds. "You'll still see me around."

"Promise?" I ask. 

"How else are we gonna keep tabs on each other to see if we gotta go through with our plan at forty-something." He shrugs. 

"Oh, please, you'll still be with Aneka and won't even be bothered with me." I tell him and he shakes his head a little. 

"Viv, I harassed you for nearly three years to marry me--even thought I didn't even fucking like the idea of marriage. If I went through that much trouble, I'm not gonna up and leave and only talk to you every blue moon." 

I smile a little, rubbing my lips together before saying, "does this mean you're finally acknowledging that we are, indeed, friends?"

He rolls his eyes and stands back up. 

"I didn't say that." He tells me and I chuckle. "G'night, Viv." 

"Goodnight."