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ziggyzolch · 29 days

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Queen Bee-atch II (Regina George x Reader)

Warnings: Mentions of weight, implied eating disorder, Insecurity. No numbers mentioned.

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"Class isn't over yet, I haven't dismissed you!" The teacher's demands fall on deaf ears as the students pack up before the lunch bell rings, eager to see their friends. Your first three classes were relatively uneventful, the only entertaining thing being this ginger girl you've never seen before attempting to leave class without permission. Your eyes scan the hallways after you exit the classroom. Janis and Damien are the only people you can tolerate at this school, so they're the only people you ever seek out. There they are.

You make your way through the crowded hallway and purposefully shoulder-bump your target.

"What is wrong with you- oh you asshole!" Janis curses lightheartedly. She pulls you into a hug and kisses your forehead while you stand awkwardly with your hands at your sides. Instead of waiting for his turn, Damien joins in and wraps his arms around you and Janis. "I missed you guys so much!" You manage to get out while still in the bone crushing hug. "Where were you this whole summer? You went completely, like, radio silent." Damien asks with a suspicious look in his eyes. "Sorry, I got grounded for the whole summer. My mom found my cigarette stash." You confessed. "Idiot. Anyways, did you see that new girl?" Janis switches topics and Damien chimes in, "Yeah she's, like, a total disaster. We need to save her." Their words are background noise to you. You're staring through Janis, zoned out. Damien and Janis give each other a look.

Flick

"Hey what the hell!" You whine as you rub your forehead. "You weren't with us man, your eyes were drifting apart from each other and everything. Pretty sure I saw a bit of drool dribble out-" you lightly punch Janis before she can continue. "Yeah I was! You were saying something about that new girl. I think her name was 'Caddy' or something.", you defend. "She's a disaster, we should probably help her." Damien stares at you. "Babe, I just said that." Janis stares between you guys before interrupting. "Anyways...let's go look for her!"

Janis and Damien were your best, and only, friends. You wouldn't know what to do without them. As such, you basically stuck to them whenever you could in school. Following them to the cafeteria, you take your seats at your designated table. You spot female Ed Sheeran standing awkwardly in the middle of the cafeteria. She looks so stupid.

"Hey guys should we call her over?" You ask your friends. They stop their conversation and look at where you're pointing. Janis nods and yells out, "Hey ginger! What did you say her name was? Was it Caddy? Caddy!" The girl turns and points at herself, mouthing out a 'me?'. She comes over after we confirm and we all introduce ourselves. "...and that's Damien, he's almost too gay to function." Janis concludes. "So Cady, what do you think of the school so far?" You question. "Oh, I don't really know, I used to be homeschooled so I don't have much to compare it to." Cady replies.

You, Janis, and Damien all look at each other and back at her.

She raises an eyebrow.

You all begin going on about what to know about the high school: The best hiding places, teachers to avoid pissing off and such, and the various cliques in this school. "...and those are the sexually active band geeks. Don't walk too close, lest you get dragged into their never-ending orgy." You finish. Cady glances behind her and asks "What about them? They're kind of pretty." You all turn to see who she's looking at. "Oh honey, no no no, those are the plastics..." Damien goes on his little cautionary rant about how evil they are. You looked towards Cady and smiled while rolling your eyes.

While you're both giggling, your eyes lock onto Regina's...who is currently approaching your table. Perfect. "Hey, Gerard," Damien gives you a confused look at the name, "Who's this girl with you? Why don't I know you?"

You zone out looking at her when she turns away from you, gushing over Cady. You wish her attention was on you. Wait what- You're taken out of your reverie as Cady gets up and follows behind Regina towards her group. "Finally back to the present? What is up with you dude you've been out of it this whole day!" You shrug your shoulders at Janis and turn your gaze back to Regina. What's so great about 'Caddy' that caught the attention of Regina? You could look just as helpless if you wanted to, but you won't! Not on purpose anyways.

You get up.

"I'm going to the bathroom"

Janis replies while looking towards the plastics, "We'd come with, but we kind of want to see where this goes."

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The sounds of her friends taking Cady through the requirements to be a Plastic fade as she makes her way to the bathroom. She had forgotten her pocket mirror and had to re-apply her lip gloss, duh. A stench that can only be accomplished by a high school bathroom gets stronger as she opens the door. She stops in her tracks when she sees you reapplying your mascara at the sink.

"Hey Brendon Urie."

You hadn't even noticed someone walking in.

"God, that's actually worse than Gerard." You look at her through the mirror.

She moves a bit closer, "You look so familiar."

"Must've seen me in your dreams," You say while awkwardly winking at her.

She raises an eyebrow, "No, I know you. I swear I do!"

"Well yeah, I'm the one and only Gerard Way! Lead singer of My Chemical Romance-"

"Enough," She rolls her eyes.

You finish up and make your way out of the bathroom, cautiously walking around her with your arms up. "You'll figure it out. Don't worry, Blondie."

She watches you exit the bathroom.

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"Oh my god! Regina, remember this?" Regina glared at her mom as she continued trying to seem cool to her friends. She's known them for years! Why does she keep doing this? Cady looks at the book in Mrs. George's hands.

"What is that?"

"No way! We used this book to make fun of the freaks in our school. We'd tape photos of people then write down insults-"

"She understands, Gretchen. Can you get us some snacks, Mom?"

As Regina's mom walks out of the room, the girls are looking through the various insults in the book. They eventually land on a page with a picture of you and Janis.

'Janis, Pyro Lez' 'Y/N, puts in 110% effort because she takes up 110% of the room.'

Cady's eyes widen. "That's not even her." She says while looking at the picture of you.

"I think she moved schools, wait how do you know her?" Gretchen stops what she's doing to ask.

"I sit with her at lunch"

"What? There's no way, that Gerard Way girl?" Regina chimes in and moves from her spot at the mirror to look at the picture.

"Woah, did she just melt off half her body weight since freshman year?"

"I'm so jealous." Karen adds.

Regina stares at the picture of you. So that's why she knew you.

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You, Damien, Janice and Cady are all gathered around at your locker. "...and it's just a collection of insults, basically." Cady had been giving a summary of the events from the previous day.

Janice's eyes go wide. "Does it say anything about me?"

"Uhm, nope. Nothing about you."

"Ugh, those bitches."

You didn't want to ask if you were in it. You had an idea of what the insults towards you could be, and you'd rather not have your suspicions confirmed.

The bell rings, interrupting the powwow. You all bid each other goodbye, and make your way to your classes. PE was your next period, and you couldn't wait. It was a break from all the thinking you had to do.

You head towards the gym after switching into your exercise clothes. Most of your clothes were oversized and baggy, including your gym ones. You hadn't really upgraded your wardrobe since you lost weight. Everybody was already in, gathered in a circle, so you pushed yourself in, not paying attention to who you were standing next to.

"Alright! Today, we'll be playing soccer! Or football, as some of you may call it." The PE teacher announces, mumbling the last part of his sentence. "We will work in pairs today, so find a pair. Or partner, I mean. Whatever, just get moving."

"I can't believe they assigned that guy to teach us Sex-ed." Was someone talking to you?

You look behind you to find Regina looking down at you with a...genuine smile on her face? That can't be right.

"Right! He gives off the same vibe as those Reddit incels."

"That's so funny."

Are you having a normal conversation? With the queen bitch?

"What did you call me?"

Oh shit, you said that out loud.

"Uh-"

"Whatever, you wanna pair up? None of my friends are in this class, and you're the least annoying one here."

Thanks. You look around to make sure there are no other possible options. Regina rolls her eyes and grabs your arm, pulling you to an empty spot.

She was actually decent at football. You guys were practicing passing to each other while running and you were starting to feel lightheaded.

You waved to Regina, "Hey, I'm just going to get a sip of water."

"I'll come with."

"You should play football more often, you're more tolerable like this."

"Bold, are we?"

"I mean, I basically just called you a bitch and you haven't punched me in the face. So I'm right"

She laughed! What is up with her?

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Regina enters the locker room and spots you with your shirt halfway up. You really did lose half your body weight. Guilt pierces through her. Freshman year Regina was cruel. Somehow crueler than she is now, and fat girls were just easy to bully. Did you drop weight because of her?

Your shirt had gotten snagged on both your necklace and bracelet. After watching you twist and wriggle around for a while, Regina deems you sufficiently embarrassed and walks towards you to help you out.

You feel someone pull your shirt up and off of you. You had made sure to go into the locker room after everyone had already left. So when you were finally free of your cloth prison and came face to face with Regina. You felt nauseous. Of everyone!

She looks you up and down and suddenly you're more self conscious than you've ever been. Wrapping your arms around your stomach, you mumble out a 'Thanks' and put on your other shirt then hurriedly pack up and rush out of the locker room, leaving a guilt-ridden Regina behind.

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readbyred · 1 year

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TV confessions

you catch their eye and they mention you during one of their confessions;; inspired by @/td-scenarios

Characters: Bowie, Priya, Millie, Emma, Ripper, Damien

Warnings: fresh characters so I’m learning to write them; a tiny spoiler for e02 in Damien’s part; Ripper; not proofread; the reader in Ripper’s part seems to be written as fem but I honestly think it’s 10x better if you read it as anything but lol

-> Bowie

He runs his hand through his face.

“I’m just here to say that owls are definitely not mammals” he looked as if he could hardly believe he had to say the sentence out loud. His teammates never failed to disappoint, apparently.

Though he was about to leave, he sat back down. Only a second of static in between, as the camera was ready to shut off after the initial statement.

“Ou, and have you seen what me and y/n had going on?” He pointed towards the door outside “I mean, they are fine! I’m definitely not making the same mistake as with Caleb, for sure”

He seemed to have remembered something.

“Of course that doesn’t change anything. I’m totally chill about them. A game is a game and I won’t let somebody like y/n distract me, that can get messy real quick. I’ll be unmoved by them. Or their beautiful face or perfect hair or those eyes… ugh, I need to get it together”

As he slumps in his ‘seat’ and lets out a sigh, the camera finally cuts.

-> Priya

She sat down comfortably, as if it was her own place. In a sense, she was pretty familiar with it. In contrast to her body, her face had a stressed, uncertain expression on it.

“I can’t focus because of y/n… As a contestant of course. Mom, dad - I remember the training, I won’t let them distract me. They worry me as a contestant. I don’t want to get them voted off. But if they did end up eliminated I would enjoy it… not”

She adds the last part quietly. As she rubs her forearm, her expression remains bothered.

“I mean, it makes sense I’m on high alert, right?” Her attempt at reassuring her parents didn’t seem too convincing “they are smart, a quick thinker, effective, pretty, motivated, strong, pretty..”

Her voice trailed off. With an equally terrified and embarrassed expression she snapped out of her daze.

“They need to leave the game quick!”

The footage cut to static.

-> Millie

Still scribbling, she didn’t even address the camera as it switched on.

“I wouldn’t have pegged y/n to be the type” she began still looking at her notes “but they really seem not like the other girls/guys/teens”

Finally, she faced the camera fully, talking in her optimistic, confident manner.

“I could hardly take any notes about them” she proudly proclaimed. To be fair, that did set y/n apart from other contestants in Millie’s eyes. Pointing down at her notes she added “ I have some other information - basic things like their favourite colour and music genre. For research”

As guilty as she looked, she still spoke woth her calm demeanour. Perhaps she felt the need to explain her highly-non-scientific demeanour, because she kept talking.

“Besides, you have to admit they are… quite good looking” she looked away from the camera for only a second. Then, matter-of-factly added “On top of being the most sane. Who knows, if they feel the same, we could get to know each other. As soon as this madness is over”

This was the end of the confession and as soon as she spoke the last words, the screen switched to showing the next scene.

->Emma

Sitting down in front of the camera she had an excited grin on her face, as if she couldn’t wait to tell the audience what was on her mind this time.

“You have to admit - y/n is hot. I mean, I thought Caleb was fine, but then I saw them! They are literally so perfect” she blushed, still looking into the camera with the same smile.

“I’m here to win, not to get with someone, but some looking and flirting can’t be that bad. Come on, you have to admit, they are fine”

Tapping her chin she thought about something for a bit.

“Come to think of it, they are super sweet to me too. Maybe they feel the same? I really hope I’m right! I mean, what kind of a dream come true would that be? They are so dreamy…”

As she cups her face and looks off to the distance, the screen is filled with static and the scene ends.

-> Ripper

Any viewer who saw his smug face apprear in the booth must have anticipated to hear a gross or a straight up inaccurate statement from the teen. Not this time.

Instead, still filled with his self assurance, he began speaking.

“We all know who the other hot person here is. Y/n, obviously” the more he thought about his words the more embarrassed he became.

“Not that I care. I’m a guy, I don’t get feelings. And I don’t care about y/n. That’s a beta move and I am not a beta. All I care about is the grind. That’s why, when I win this, y/n will be so into me and will find me attractive and cool… but I won’t care because men don’t care about anything. Especially women. Wait. That’s not what i-“

In a shot at himself only Owen could rival, he got visibly embarrassed. Grumbling he crossed his arms in an defensive manner.

“Just because they’re smoking hot and laugh at my jokes they think they are so great. But I only care about winning. And beating my record. Speaking of which-“

He (or a poor intern, knowing his lack of shame) turned off the camera before, in his naturalistic fashion, he used the booth for its true purpose on TV.

->Damien

With his face a bit too close to the camera he attempts to record himself. After making sure that it’s working, he sits back with an unsure smile.

“Okay, that thing is not cooperating with me today. Or at all” he spoke. So far he managed to look out of place in every Total Drama location, bathroom included.

“But it’s not so bad here. I got to talk with y/n after the last challenge. We all looked pretty beat but they managed alright too. I hope they are okay though. I know I’m not” only half ironically he pointed to his bruised face.

“I don’t know what I’m doing here” he addresses the elephant in the room “but if I play things right, maybe I will get somewhere with y/n. That and survive. Plus get the money. Mainly the money”

He leaned on his elbows towards the camera.

“I just like how cool and chill they are, alright to talk to. I don’t hate those other guys, but y/n is a nice change. And they look good”

He shifted, ready to leave, but before getting up he looked into the camera once again.

“Hope I can make the right moves” he gave the audience a half smile. And with that, the video ended.

#tdi #tdi x reader #total drama spoilers #total drama x reader #tdi emma #tdi bowie #td emma #td bowie #td damien #td emma x reader #td damien x reader #td bowie x reader #td priya #td priya x reader #td ripper #td ripper x reader #td x reader #new total drama #x reader

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riptideripley · 11 months

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Backstage Closet

gif creds: @mxmoth

summary: you,Roman Reigns little sister,and rhea ripley are dating. you two haven’t been sexually active lately due to work but one of you couldn’t seem to brush it off easily..

tags:publix sex,rhea ripley x samoan reader,strap on,smut,switch!rhea x switch!reader. Mommy kink used

word count:983

Rhea planted soft kisses down your neck,wrapping her arms around you. “Rhea calm down..we have to go out in 10 minutes” you whined as she continued and rubbed your ass through your gear. “Hey g- oh ew! Rhea cmon we have to go out soon” Dominik spoke as walked in on you two. Rhea just smiled and let go of you,going to follow Dom as you followed behind her.

Rhea had just won her match and you immediately jumped on her like you always do(Liv morgan reference). This time she decided to kiss you,something the never ever does,hinting that she broke character. You weren’t complaining tho,everyone knew you two were together but you never kissed on national TV so the crowd was surprised but happy.

As soon as you all got backstage and everyone was distracted,Rhea whisked you away to a closet. “Rhea what are y-“ you were cut off by a very deep kiss. You softly moaned into the kiss as she wrapped her arms around your body,taking your gear off and turning you around pressing you against the wall. You could feel her strap press against you causing you to gasp,”R-Rhea please..” “I know baby I know” she said as she slowly entered you,kissing down your neck to relax you. You both really haven’t been having sex lately due to work,just late night make out sessions or sometimes fingering each other,not actual sex. She could tell you were sexually frustrated and so was she,she needed you desperately just as much as you needed her,but she couldn’t contain herself tonight.

She covered your mouth as she began to thrust slowly,glancing over at the door handle making sure she locked it. She continued but sped up her pace,making sure to keep your mouth covered. You whimpered and moaned against her hand,squirming under her grip against your waist. You heard people walking by,but when you heard Dominik and your brother Roman looking for you two your heart dropped. “Shit.” you heard Rhea whispered by your ear,still continuing her actions not wanting to stop despite her little dom dom looking for her. “M-Mami Im gonna-“ “Shh princess go ahead” she whispered in your ear as a response and green light for you to release. You bit your bottom lip hard,causing it to bleed,not wanting to be loud since you were still at your work place.

You immediately turned around and dropped to your knees,removing her strap and pulling her pants along with her underwear down some more,slowly circling her clit with your tongue. “B-baby slow down- fuck..” Rhea whispered gripping onto your long hair,forming a ponytail with her hand to keep the hair out of your face. You continued your actions and slipped a finger inside of her slowly,standing up while using your thumb to massage her clit. You smiled as her knees buckled,holding her up with your free arm. “Mommy please go faster” she whined,letting go of your hair and gripping onto your tan tatted arm. You chuckled and pulled her into a deep kiss,still continuing your movements down below.

You could tell how much she needed this and decided to pick up her strap off the chair you set it on. You grabbed some wipes and wiped the strap off,attaching it to yourself using your free hand. You scooted a chair in front of her and turned her around,taking your fingers out of her and bending her over. You slowly inserted yourself in her,covering her mouth as she whimpered. You continued at a slightly fast pace,trying not to make as much noise.

..meanwhile..

“Dude they both aren’t answering. How slow do you two have to be” Damien told Roman and Dominik,thumping them both on the forehead. “Hey! Don’t thump me.” Dominik pouted,rubbing his forehead. “Hey man listen,it’s obvious they’re fucking somewhere right now” Finn finally spoke up making everyone just stare at him. “You can’t be serious..” Roman spoke in disbelief,”I mean it’s a possibility” Damien said with a shrug. Roman and Dominik just looked at each other in disgust and disbelief.

..back to the closet..

“Fuck mommy please!” Rhea nearly yelped as you continued fucking her senseless. You smiled and ran your hand down her back,”Go ahead doll you deserve it” you spoke signaling she could release. When she did tho,she practically screamed making you quickly cover her mouth. “Shh baby we’re still at work.” you said and giggled as she struggled to stand,giving up and laying on the chair. You put your clothes back on and helped her with hers,kissing her forehead n unlocking the door.

You peeped out the door making sure there was no one around and carried her to the judgement day dressing room. You stood there in shock for a moment when you opened the door,seeing your brother and Dominik with a look of pure disgust and terror on their faces. Rhea was too tired to care and just shoved her face into your chest,as you walked past everyone and sat down. You grabbed wipes from your bag and wiped both you n Rhea down. “So this whole time you two have been..FUCKING?!” Roman asked,basically screaming the last part. You just looked at him and smiled,”Yup and we heard y’all looking for us too.” “Was it the 3rd closest on the right?” Dominik asked and you nodded,making him fake throw up. “See I’m always right!” Finn shouted making you laugh,you noticed Rhea was half asleep in your arms and decided to get up to change her into some new warm clothes along with yourself before going home.

Let’s just say the car ride home was..interesting.

#rhea ripley #rhea ripley smut #rhea ripley x fem reader #wwe #judgement day #roman reigns #dominik mysterio #damien priest #finn balor

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free-boundsoul · 5 months

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Spicy thought that came to mind kind of a continuation of my post about Freelancer, Hux and Lasko

Freelancer snorted softly as they refilled the glasses on the table, sliding them over to Hux and Lasko respectively. The three friends were lounging in Hux's living room, enjoying each other's company and a few drinks

"Seriously, Freelancer, there's no way Gavin s-subs, not with the way he acts all the time" Lasko teased, the topic of their conversation making it hard to tell if the alcohol was the source of his flushed face

Freelancer sipped their drink, their lips curling into a grin before they leaned forward, their voice dropping to imitate Gavin's silken tone "You really doubt that I don't have that man on his knees for me?"

Hux laughed as Lasko sputtered, the air elemental's face turning a brighter hue as the Freelancer leaned back. "Really Lasko, Gavin is versatile. You don't have to have set roles in the bedroom. You should switch it up with your love every once in awhile. Bet they'd love to see your 'dom' side"

"I-I don't know...we just started getting intimate and we're still learning about each other and...well, I don't know if I'd be any good at that..." Lasko stuttered out, raising his glass to his lips.

"Hey, you never know until you try, dude. Plus theres other ways to take control in the bedroom, you can top from the bottom like Damien does." Hux gave one of his easy smiles as he patted Lasko on the back

"I just can't see Damien being on bottom at all. He's the control freak. He literally has itinerary for a dinner and movie night. He plans it based on what we usually order and how long it takes the place to make." Freelancer couldn't help but tease the fire elemental, even if he wasn't there

"But you have to admit it's so sweet that he knows what we each like to order...oh, wait, we were talking about the other thing. But he's been getting so good at giving up that control in the bedroom. I think he just needs to know he's with someone he can completely trust to take that control-"

"What the hell are you guys talking about- is that my good scotch?" Damien's voice rose as he stormed into the room. His bag slid down his shoulder to thump onto the floor by the couch as he stared down at the group.

"Dames! Baby, you're home early....can I have a kiss?" Hux beamed up at him, the big guy the closest to his lover as Lasko and Freelancer broke down into nervous giggles at getting caught.

Damien tried his best to glare down at his partner, but Hux was hard to stay mad at, especially when he was so happy at his mere arrival. He sighed heavily before he leaned down to press his lips against Hux's, his hand resting on his cheek. He only pulled away when the Freelancer let out a wolf whistle.

"You're incorrigible, you know that?"

"You've told me that a few times now, actually. Anyway, you gonna join in on the gossip session? You know you want to" they sing-songed as they used psychokinesis to grab another glass from the kitchen, even if it was shakey with their inebriation. They still managed to mix Damien's drink of choice before sliding it over to him

"Considering what you were talking about, I'm not sure I do."

"Pfft oh come on. You can tell us some of Hux's secrets, to make up for him telling one of yours. Oh, and I'll tell you about this secret spot of Gavin’s. If you touch him in just the right way it drives him nuts...you know you'd love to fuck with him like he does to you. You're all about getting even, right, wildfire?" Freelancer grinned as Damien let out another sigh before he plopped into Hux's lap and took the glass he'd been offered.

"Its going to be a long night"

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted damn crew

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ashecampos · 2 months

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ANYONE BUT HER 4

JANIS IMI-IKE X FEM READER

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE

Warnings - smoking, alcohol, drugs, swearing, cheating, mentions of anxiety. janis being adorable.

The POV switches between reader and Janis (I use — when I change the POV)

there will be more parts to this, make sure to re-blog and comment and I will get the next few parts up as soon as I can, happy reading lovelies

"hey y/n wait up" i hear Damien's voice echo through the nearly empty halls of Northshore. i turn to see the boy a few feet away from me, he makes quick work of speed walking over. "you headed to gym?" he queries. i nod fixing the strap on my backpack "yeah, wanna walk together?" i look over to see Janis walking down the hall towards us. i send her a sweet smile, only two days ago we where in the art classroom kissing, we have been getting closer by the day. she walks over and slings her arm over my shoulder with a smirk. "so gym?" she looks between me and Damien.

after walking to class we end up being told to go change because our first lesson we would be doing athletics. to this i smile knowing athletics would be a breeze for me. i look over my shoulder to see Janis already changed clad in some grey sweatpants and a dark blue tank top. i laugh a little at her annoyed look before turning around, changing into my own grey Nike sweats and a black Nike hoodie.

out on the fields we meet back up with Damien who is wearing shorts and a white t-shirt. i laugh at both of them, earning death glares. "you two are going to freeze" they look at me as if im crazy.

half an hour or so into the lesson i am running the 100 meters and lock eyes with Janis who is stood at the side with Damien, both of them have their arms crossed over their torsos, clearly cold from the bitter morning air, the fact that neither of them have made an attempt to join in would also be contributing to the fact that they are cold. i send them both a mocking smirk while continuing to run. i hit the 100 meters point and another student clicks the stop button on the stopwatch. smiling they call the teacher over, he looks at the timing and pats my shoulder "think about joining the track team yeah, also please try to get those two to participate or they will get a fail" he pushes me in the direction off who i assume would be Janis and Damien but damn how i was wrong. i look up and see none other than Regina George and Karen Shetty. i go to walk away from them but one of them stops me, their hand landing on my forearm "hey you're y/n right?" i turn to see the one and only Regina George is talking to me. i nod and try to walk away again, those are not the people i want to associate with. "im sorry about what happened between you and Bea, what she done was really fucked up." the blonde speaks up again, this time i turn around to face her, she has a sincere smile on her face. "you do know im not just the tragic lesbian who got cheated on, im also your boyfriends sister" i say with a chuckle, she also laughs and walks closer to me "i know, so tell me does your brother like Mexican food?" she smiles a sweet smile. i laugh and nod "yeah he does a lot, here give me your snapchat and ill send you the directions to his favourite place." i roll my eyes back to her. she's actually not as bad as people say. she puts her snapchat in my phone and she adds me back, we say out farewells and i make my way back to a confused Damien and a jealous looking Janis. "did she seriously just get your number?" Janis says going red in the face. i laugh a little and put my hand on her cheek, "hey no don't worry she was just asking about Aaron" i half lie, not wanting Janis to go middle- school sissy les- bunson burner on Regina again and get suspended again.

she lets the topic go and shivers a little, i laugh and look at her "i told you that you will be cold" i say while taking my hoodie off and handing it to her, she looks at me for a few seconds, beginning to blush before taking the hoodie out of my hands and thanking me, she puts it on and smiles. i grab her hand and lift it up for her to spin, she laughs and obliges, but not without rolling her eyes first. once we are both face to face she pauses, locking eyes with someone behind me, which causes her to let go of my hand and avoid eye contact. i turn to look at who made her freeze up all of a sudden and see Bea, Jason and Shane stood about five meters away. i lock eyes with Bea who looks furious as she stomps over, arm linked with Jason's. they come up to me and Janis. Janis steps in front of me just as Shane goes to swing at me, she merely blocks his punch and is shoved out of the way while Shane comes closer to me. he lands most of his punches before i retaliate, i shove him and kick him in the balls, making him topple over, i then kick him in the knee so he cant stand up, i go to hit him in the face when i am dragged away by the coach, Janis grabs my hand to calm me down. the coach tells Shane to go clean up and tells me to go to the principle's office.

Janis follows me and drags me into the bathroom, pulling me towards the sinks. she lifts me up and sits me down before grabbing a stack of paper towels, wetting half of them and coming towards me. she stands between my legs and places the wet paper towel on my bloody eyebrow, wiping the blood off, making me squirm under her touch. "shh its okay baby, I'm here" she says grabbing my chin with her left hand and using her right to wipe blood off of my face, our faces inches apart our eyes locked in on each others. her left hand leaves my chin and finds its way to my waist.

"y/n y/l/n i swear to fucking god if you get suspended on my second day of school here i will literally kill you." the bathroom door slams open and incomes a worried Tess, she is holding her books and phone. she sees what she has walked in on and slowly backs away with her books covering her face. "i totally just cockblocked yall" she shrieks happily before snapping a photo and running out of the bathroom.

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"hello miss y/l/n i have been informed that you had a little bit of a fight earlier. " Mr Duvall states with a serious face. i sit opposite him with my head down, looking at the floor beneath me. "we have two choices here. either i have to suspend you or you agree to an plea deal." he leans forward a little knowing he has me trapped in his little trap. "and what deal would that be?" i say rolling my eyes. "you tutor Janis Imi-ike in drama, gym and Spanish" he says with a smile thinking he has me trapped. luckily for me this is perfect.

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[with Damien and the girls]

"so how do we get the two lovers together?" Damien turns to cady who is sat next to him jotting down math problems, she looks up and shrugs at the boy. "hey look its Tess" she says as the other girl comes running over to the two, phone in hand, her arms flailing, she looks like a loony as she plops herself down next to the two. "you will NEVER guess what i just walked in on" she screams dramatically, making the other two friends cringe. Damien catches a glimpse of the photo she has opened on her phone and practically screams. "TESSA GEORGE no you did not" he hits the girl multiple times as the girl holds the phone up to his face, revealing what she indeed did walk in on just moments ago. "this may be easier than we thought then guys" cady interrupts the others screaming. "shh Janis is coming she cant know our secret plan" Damien hushes the girls just in time as Janis reaches the tree and sits down.

"that girl will be the death of me" she sighs but is nudged by Damien "girl shut the hell up, you have been hopelessly in love with her since middle school, and the time when she gives you an ounce of attention you try to back away and pretend to hate her guts." he glares at his best friend while Cady and Tess sit watching in shock

"you should totally tell her Janis, yes Bea has fucked with her for years but i know that you are good for her and she is good for you. i wont let you dismiss your feelings for my best friend."

"how would i even tell her?" Janis says looking at Tess, which in turn earns a shit eating grin.

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hey guys, sorry if this chapter is super short, this is just a filler chapter but the next chapter shall be twice as long just for you guys. thanks again for reading, see you next chapter <3

#reader insert #x y/n #janis #janis imike #janis x y/n #janis x reader #janis imike x reader #meangirls #meangirls2024 #reginageorge #cadyheron #damien hubbard #aaron samuels

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ghl-osty · 3 months

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fanfiction

i’d like to talk about fanfiction real quick because there are some issues really frequently that can make or break a story. and they’re avoidable!! and it makes me so sad when i’m trying to read a good fanfic and there’s so many errors that i have to stop.

NAMES

so this is one i see surprisingly often… please make sure you know how to spell a character’s name when writing a fanfiction. it’s usually something small like damian vs. damien or lucas vs. lukas but to me it’s so distracting and disappointing when there’s a beautifully written story with a character’s name spelled wrong.

SPELLING

this is a big one, too. when writing, some people don’t always have a spell check or an editor built in to their platform. if that’s you, please triple check your work! and here are a few frequent ones i see-

-shook vs. shock

i shook his hand

i was in shock that she did such a horrible thing

-peaked vs. piqued

-he looked like he peaked in high school

-they piqued my interest

blonde vs blond

-she had blonde hair

-he had blond hair

blonde is a gendered word. i’m not actually sure how it’s used with nonbinary people, let me know!

their, there, and they’re

-it was theirs

-she’s over there

-they were scared, and now they’re not

remember that they’re is a contraction of they are!

quite vs. quiet

she tried to be quiet, not making any noise.

they were quite bored with this whole event.

(thank you to @nathaaaan for the suggestion)

SERIES VS. SERIE

i watched a really good series yesterday

serie isn’t actually a word…

BILINGUAL CHARACTERS

please, please, please do some research if you write a character who speaks another language. even if it’s reading other fanfictions to figure out how your character’s language fits in with the language you’re writing with.

-having a character to say that it’s ’hard to switch back’ is… unrealistic at best. i wouldn’t recommend using it.

-please gender the words correctly! in most of the romance languages, words are gendered. make sure to add that in!

REPETITION

unless you’re going for a gimmick, i’d be careful with repetition. having a character say something more than once, especially in the same sentence, can be annoying and makes the dialogue sound forced.

especially the word antics…. i literally had to put a fic down because ‘antics’ was in every other sentence.

ex: “Lily sighed, annoyed. She was so annoyed!”

(yes this is a real actual example with the character name changed. don’t let this be you.)

FORMATTING

i think this can be overlooked a lot but format is important!!!

-paragraph breaks!! seeing a huge chunk of words with absolutely no breaks is overwhelming. add some space!

-“the punctuation goes inside the quotations.” he said

-i know i’m being a bit of a hypocrite, but capitalization! names, beginning of sentences, and places!! if you don’t capitalize, at least be consistent with it!

“This is how fanfiction, or really any writing, should be formatted.” Eli said with a smile

“And every new sentence should be a paragraph break,” interjected Alex, “Unless you’re going for a certain style. In which case, you do you.”

Eli sighed. “That’s true, Alex. What OP didn’t know was that tumblr has a formatting issue, so that when she posts this, the paragraph breaks won’t show! She hopes she fixed it. But it might not work!”

“We can always imagine the bullet points as paragraph breaks.”

-friendly neighborhood reminder that paragraph breaks happen when introducing a new idea as well!

-bolds and italics are important.

“I told him not to go,” acceptable, a bit dry.

“I told him not to go,” exquisite, flavorful.

and as always. please make sure they’re talking like people. not disney sitcom characters.

PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE TENSE

you would not believe how much i see this messed up. and it’s easy to get wrong. remember, you can always look something up if you aren’t sure. but stay consistent with your tenses!

past tense

She walked up to the drab, grey building, trembling. As she pulled the door open, a bell rang, signaling her arrival.

this one’s probably the most used. notice that it’s almost like we’re retelling the story, after it’s already happened (hence past tense)

present tense

She walks up to the drab, grey building, trembling. She pulls the door open, and a bell rings to signal her arrival.

we have to change quite a few words for the same sentence to make sense in present tense.

future tense

She’ll walk up to the drab, grey building, trembling. She’ll pull the door open, and a bell will ring to signal her arrival.

i honestly don’t think i’ve ever seen future tense used in a novel unless it’s used in dialogue. but it’s almost as if you’re speaking hypothetically about an event.

but please make sure you’re consistent with these! don’t use one and then switch to another!!

but all in all just double check your writing, always!!! there are so many good works out there that could be great.,… if you don’t have someone to beta read you can always send it to me or put it in word <3

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whosbex · 5 months

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TD Heather character analysis

I’ll start off by saying that little me was a hater. I did not like Heather at all I thought she was an awful person and one of the reasons why was because Gwen was my only favorite.

However now that I’m older and have had time to grow I see her a bit more clearly now and find her very relatable now and have realized that 8 yr old me was projecting very hard. The perfect way to explain that with a few worlds is the saying:

“Hurt people hurt other people”

At the time I found the show I was living at a hospital while a family member was dying and I was mean to many people for no reason because of my grief. I’ll admit I acted a lot like Heather.

Being in a household with a lot of siblings that don’t look out for each other but instead stick to the rule “every man for themselves” she has to fight and survive to get attention, approval and basic needs form her parents. From what we’ve heard from Heather about her siblings they don’t exactly seem to be a walk in the park either. When she describes her brother Damien he seems to be pretty misbehaved as well, so leads to the conclusion that it’s not just her who acts like this. It’s because of living in a dysfunctional home where all she can do to feel safety and not judged is to be in constant survival mode along with having to defend herself from her own damn family is why she’s so used to being the mean, spoiled brat we see her as throughout the show. She’s not allowed to show vulnerability in a place that she’s supposed to call home, with people who are supposed to love her unconditionally regardless of her failures, emotions & flaws. We can’t expect her to be a nice person and to be vulnerable enough to create relationships outside of the house if she’s not allowed to do it at home. We can’t expect it because not only is she not shown it but she’s not welcomed to experiment and show it herself to others in a place and with people who are suppose to be her stronghold and foundation. Children learn from example, if you don’t show them them love or care they aren’t gonna do it in return or to anyone else for that matter.

So of course when she’s placed on an island with complete strangers, she switches her survival mode on to the max. Blocking them out before any of them can get to her and damage her even more than she is.

All Heather was ever really taught in her life was “Do whatever it takes to achieve your goal. No matter the cost.” Let the cost be losing friends, public humiliation, being hated by all the people she knows, sacrificing her feelings for the guy she loves all so she can reach her goal aka the million dollars. But then she’s left with the thought of what happens next. What happens after she gets what she wants? She gets her goal and yet she still is ignored by the people that she wants approval from (her parents) .

When she was sobbing on that volcano, what did she say? She said,

“I worked so hard”.

That is a phrase, a plead, a person gives when they are so tired of making efforts that they now realize will never be acknowledged. Efforts that never mattered in the first place. That there was her plead for rest! She was so done, until she was shown that someone actually admitted and expressed and showed her what vulnerability was. They expressed their feelings of love and admiration for her that she actually stopped and thought for a moment. None the less her unhealthy habit of putting her goals first before anything kinda ruined it😑.

Even so she’s explained how she does feel guilty has resentment about her behavior. We see with Harold in season one she says “it’s become a habit for hers” and she hides how she actually feels about being disliked by others. She doesn’t want to be mean it’s just all she’s ever known. She was never taught to be in touch with her feelings or to be respectful emotionally vulnerable with herself. That’s why I found it so beautiful in All Stars when we saw her being genuinely happy with Alejandro. She seems relaxed and unbothered (til Chris ruined it😒). And I hope that’s how the rest of her relationship will be, because happy Heather is everything ♥️.

@not-eli @math-is-math

#heather td #td alejandro #character analysis #rant

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jackdaw-and-hattrick · 1 year

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Slipping

Ao3

Damien was not proud to say that, when he first heard the noise, he had been baffled at what it could be. It was beautiful, strung together and structured with all the planned grace of his favorite sword. It was not until the women started singing that he realized that what he had been listening to was music. Sure, he understood in theory what music was, had been taught the word and understood the basic principles that governed it, but he was an assassin. There was no reason for him to need music, and so like all superfluous things Damien had simply never been exposed to it. Nor had he ever sought it out. Still, he found himself being drawn forward

Before him was a stage much like those he’d seen in photos of old theater houses, the bright overhead lights casting a down in strange colors with no name. At the center of the stage was a woman. She wore odd clothing resembling a superhero costume, though without any identifiable armor, and her face was painted with swirls of black that differed from any makeup he’d ever seen. She had the look of anyone of this realm. Her skin was mottled and hair burned a phosphorus blue, eyes glowing like the Lazarus pits. Damien did not recognize the instrument in her hands, but the sound it made was… enchanting. From his place in the empty audience, Damien found himself swaying ever so slightly.

“Little boy

Why are you here?

So far from the world you hold dear

Oh kid

Quite your spying

Don’t you know you are dying?

Does your mother know

You’re playing with ghosts?

Does your father see

Your liminality?”

“So you finally got a new song?”

A soft hand hand lands on his shoulder and Damien starts. He doesn’t remember the last time someone snuck up on him like that. He looks at the person who so rudely interrupted the performance. Phantom stares at the woman on the stage with something resembling anger.

“What? You like it Babypop?”

“That’s KING Babypop to you, Ember.”

The woman, Ember, laughs. Phantom’s grip tightens and Damien hears a low growl radiating from his chest. He glances down, the worry radiating from him like heat from the noon day sun.

“Hey,” Phantom says, “you wandered off. Everything good?”

Damien stiffens; it suddenly occurred to him he may in fact have done something wrong by leaving on his own without any sort of warning to follow the ephemeral melody.

“Yes. I was merely listening to the music. She is very good, I’ve never heard anything so lovely.”

“Don’t tell her that, she’ll never let me hear the end of it.” Phantom grinned. He glanced back to Ember, clearly calculating what to say next. “Do you want to keep listening?”

Damien nodded mutely. Ember took this as her cue to begin playing again. Phantom took him by the hands and began guiding him closer to the stage.

“Do you know how to dance?”

“No”

“Would you like to learn?”

“I can’t see what possible purpose it could have.”

“Absolutely none.” He said, pulling Damien around so that they where face to face, “here, stand on my feet”

“Will that not hurt?”

“I’m a lot sturdier than I look.”

Damien followed his instructions and Phantom guided him through the basic steps of what he would later learn was called a waltz. They stayed like that, stepping and spinning to the melody for the better part of the day. Occasionally Ember would switch up the tempo, and Phantom would have to show him new steps, until finally he stepped back and began dancing on his own.

“Come on,” he encouraged, “Don’t worry about the form, just follow the melody, same as before.”

“I am not yet ready.”

Phantom smile, a sort of boundless sorrow hidden just beneath the surface.

“No one ever is.”

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To say Dick Greyson was nervous would be the understatement of the century. If asked why, Dick would probably be hard pressed to explain why the thought of meeting his second brother’s new partner was as absolutely nerve wracking as it was, although he was fairly sure it had something to do with the fact B seemed to be dead set on treating this as an interrogation. Not even the standard well meaning but ultimately misled, “explain everything about yourself and if I get so much as a hint you’re not good for him they’ll never find the body”, type interrogation. No, an actual, criminal interrogation. To be fair, given he was dating Jayling, the odds were Danny was involved in at least some sort of criminal activity, but that was to be expected. Probably not a great way of thinking for a cop, but so long as he kept out of Bludhaven; not his monkeys, not his circus.

Really, it wasn’t that Dick didn’t understand why B was acting this way. Danny was, after all, an unknown, something Dick knew his adopted father couldn’t abide in much the same way he couldn’t abide sunlight and injustice. If they could just find something, anything that told them this guy had a life prior to coming to Gotham than maybe he would feel less like a threat. As it was, even Dick had to admit he was antsy. Still, he had to respect the skill with which Danny had so far avoided their questions. He could see what Little wing saw in this guy.

That was it really. Jay bird saw something in this guy and for all his anxiety and suspicion, Dick still respected that. If anything, this proved to make him more nervous. Jas was flighty. Getting him to agree to do anything with the family was an uphill battle of mammoth proportions generally only achieved by the likes of Alfred, but he had agreed to bring Danny to dinner so they could meet him. Moreover, he had agreed to come to the manor specifically. Dick couldn’t remember the last time he’d come here without actively bleeding out. Dick wasn’t so self centered to think Jayjay was coming back just for little old him. This was because they had been harassing Danny and he wanted it to stop. Of course, if it had just been that they would have just met on a rooftop, so Jay must honestly want Danny to meet his family and see his childhood home, and wasn’t that terrifying. It felt as if Dick were walking on egg shells, knowing a single wrong step could be the end of whatever faith he had put in them.

There was another, deeper fear that they would, somehow, scare Danny away entirely. They weren’t exactly the easiest people to deal with, long term. Jas deserved people; to feel loved and wanted in a way he understood and reciprocated. He would never forgive them if they took that away from them. Moreover, Dick would never forgive himself. It boiled his blood that B was willing to put all of that at risk to calm his fears.

This is why, when the knock finally came, Dick found himself quite literally tripping over himself trying to get to the door. Luckily, his training kept him from landing all that hard, and with a quick forward motion he rolled himself back to his feet. By this time Alfie had, of course somehow beaten him to the door despite definitely being in the kitchen mere moments ago. There in the door frame, standing next to his wonderful baby bird, who looked about ready to punch someone, was the man Dick knew must be Danny. It occurred to him suddenly that he had never seen him up close before, given that all cameras seemed to be unable to get a good image of him. Besides his obvious adoption bait traits (Dick was probably going to have to have a TALK with B later), he looked… well… he looked odd, but not in a way that immediately made sense. He was thin, sure, upsettingly so and it took all the self control bestowed by his Robin training not to pick him up and take him straight to the dining room, but his skeletal frame wasn’t it, not exactly. There was something to him, to the sharpness of his teeth when he smiled, the fluid bend of his limbs and neck as if unimpeded by joints or bones, the absolute depth of his eyes and the silence of his steps that seemed terribly wrong and absolutely familiar. He reminded him of Dami.

See, Dick Greyson was a lot of things; an acrobat; ex-boy wonder, current detective-extraordinaire; eldest daughter syndrome poster boy; and easily the hottest Wayne; but for all his acting, he was not an idiot. He may not be a genius on the level of, say, Tim, and he still didn't get how Cass did her whole “definitely not mind-reading” bit, but he had experience. He was bright in his own right, and he knew his family, maybe better than they knew themselves. When Dami first came to the manor, back when they were strangers and his threats meant something, he’d been… feral. Dams was still feral, but he’d improved; he’d become more human, less… whatever else he was that led him to hiss and bite and scratch with claws too sharp to be human. Whatever made the air around him so oppressive when he was angry or frightened. At first, Dick had assumed he was a meta of some kind, but a quick genetic panel (and what a thought that the idea of running and reading a genetic analysis had become so straightforward he could probably do it in his sleep) had shown that, besides the honesty concerning levels of Lazarus water in his system, there was nothing which he could see that would make him anything but a standard human. He’d asked Dami before, but he’d only said he was “the son of Batman and heir of Al Ghul, of course his steps were silent and his movements fluid,” completely ignoring the rest of his concerns. Dick hadn’t pushed. It wasn’t his place. As long as he was safe and happy, Dami could keep whatever weird-kid secrets he pleased. Then Danny hugged him, and Dick wondered if maybe this was his concern after all.

The dining room they moved into was not the private one usually used for these dinners but the great one reserved for parties. Dick rolled his eyes. Of course, B would insist on this room. Intimidation was key, apparently. Dick wondered when precisely the others were planning on arriving. Being late was not unusual in this family, much to Alfred’s eternal displeasure, but keeping Jayling and B from going for each other’s throats was becoming increasingly difficult. Having more people wouldn’t necessarily help, but it would spread out the attention. Dick wished B would kindly take a hint and back off. He didn't like something in the way Danny and Jay were acting. It felt too familiar. Too much like the way he acted when trying to keep his siblings from learning something he knew would inevitably hurt them; the dodging, misdirecting, and a look of absolute fear he had suppressed almost every day for the last ten-odd years. They knew something, and whatever it was, Dick was willing to bet his last box of cereal it was about Dami. So when he asked how exactly Jas and Danny had met, it had less to do with his own genuine curiosity and more to do with changing the subject right now.

“Ancients,” Danny started, “I’m pretty sure the first time we met was… the auto shop?”

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It was pitch black out when Jason arrived at the shop. He’d heard about it in the usual way, words whispered in dark corners amongst people with downturned eyes and who spoke in quiet voices. The building itself was unassuming, located at the very edge of Crime Alley where the city began to fall away. The worn bricks were painted with graffiti; strange and winding shapes of no recognizable language or culture. Jason couldn't help but feel that if he just stared long enough, he could read the messages left there facing the street. There was a neon green sign above the door. It read,

“ Vehicles, appliances, and more!

You break it, I can fix it!”

Something about the color reminded him unavoidably of a certain toxic pit. Jason did his best to shake that off. He needed to be here. See, the word on the street was that the sign didn’t pull any punches, that the Mechanic, as he’d come to be known, really could fix anything you could break, be it mechanical, medical, mental, or even spiritual. His next-door neighbor, Synthia, claimed he’d helped her with her “ghost problem,” fixed her stove, and saved her house plants to boot. The man on the corner selling samosas said he’d ended his nightmares, which he’d had every night for the past thirty years. One lady even claimed he cured her cancer. All of the stories had two things in common. One, there was a young man they called the Mechanic with dark hair and blue eyes. In Gotham, that wasn't exactly much to go off of, given the city’s disproportionate number of people fitting that description. The second bit was more interesting. People said that the Mechanic used a kind of barter system. You could pay cash for most things, but if you either couldn't afford it or the service was particularly unusual, he’d ask for other things. Favors, mostly, sometimes stories or promises. Even trinkets, if that was all you could afford. The general consensus seemed to be that he preferred things with strong emotional connections. Folks seemed split on whether this guy was an angel or the devil.

Even the building itself was suspicious. For all the wear and tear apparent, he had it on good authority it hadn’t existed until about three months ago. There was no paperwork for the lot, no signs of an owner, and no records for the business itself. Hell, the place didn't even show up on Google Maps. The whole deal screamed illegality. So, a building that didn’t exist, a business with no name, and an owner who was apparently a miracle man. It had been a pain in the ass to find the place. Jason didn't know how he had gotten lost in this town where he’d lived almost all of his life.

There were no hours on the door, but when he turned the knob he found it unlocked. The door creaked loudly.

“Huh, guess he can’t fix everything after all.”

“Maybe I just like it that way.”

Jason started. Maybe he was getting rusty because he had been absolutely sure the room was empty. That or the man in front of him could just walk more quietly than any Bat besides maybe Cass. He certainly fit the description of the Mechanic, however vague it may be. Messy black hair, silver-blue moon eyes. He was... Beautiful. Etherial. He looked like the kind of guy people wrote poems about. When he walked, he moved with the grace of a dancer. He didn't look like a mechanic, but his skin and clothes were stained with motor oil.

“Long time no see,” the man smiled.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?”

“Guess not,” he said. His voice was comforting, like the sound of old cartoons playing in the next room on a rainy day. The guy could make a killing as an ASMR YouTuber. “What can I do for you?”

“I,” Jason knew his story, but part of him was struggling with the feeling that he was betraying an old friend, “I wreaked my bike.”

“Ok, I can fix that.”

“What’s your price?”

“For you? Hmm...” He tapped his chin with a long clawlike nail. Jason couldn’t imagine how he kept his nails so long while working with machines. “How ‘bout... Lunch.”

“Lunch?”

“I don't have to stay around or anything, just drop off some food when you come back for your bike and we’ll call it even.”

“You realize we’re talking about a good $750 repair job at least, right? We’re not just talking about an oil change.”

“I know.”

“Why?”

“I live in Crime Alley, pretty sure that means I already owe you my life.” the man’s grin widened, his eyes sparkling, “Or well, whatever it is I’m doing”

Jason snorted.

“Trust me, you don’t owe me shit.”

“Don't I get a say in that?”

“Alright, fine, be indebted if you want. Free bike repair for me. What do you want to eat?”

“As long as it’s dead by the time it gets here, I couldn't care less.”

“That’ll make two of us.”

“Three.”

The man’s eyes flashed a familiar green, and Jason braced himself for an attack but none came. Looking at him, Jason saw none of the anger he associated with that color. If anything, he looked... Sad.

“Who are you?”

“The name’s Phantom, but most folks here know me as Danny Nightengale.”

“What? Your real name say a bad word?”

“Guess you could say that.”

Jason left after that, but he came back the next day. He brought empanadas, which they ate together on the sidewalk just outside. The work on the bike was a masterpiece, especially given the time it took. Jason came back again later. And again. And again.

“My fridge’s busted and won't stop making ice.”

“There’s a mole in my gang and I’m not sure who it is.”

“My helmet broke.”

“I got shot.”

“My head hurts.”

“My heart hurts.”

His reply was always the same.

“Ok, I can fix that.”

The next time Jason came to the shop (he still didn't know the name) it was sunset, he was covered in blood, both his and not, and all he could see was green. Tear tracks cut through the red. He threw his helmet to the wayside where it sent a precarious stack of papers flying.

“Hey, Hood. Long time no see.”

Danny looked how he always did. If he noticed the blood, he didn’t show it.

“What can I do for you?”

“Please,” Jason begged, “It’s the Pits, I...”

He fell to his knees, body shaking from the force of silent sobs.

“...I just want to be ok.”

Danny dropped down next to him, cupped his face so gently as if he might just break, and did his best to wipe away his tears, with the corner of his sleeve. Jason cried harder. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone has held him so carfully. Had they ever?

“Ok”

Then Danny plunged his hand into Jason’s chest. He froze, the cold sensation of clawed hands grasping at his very soul shocking him to his core. It was unlike anything he’d felt before, and as quickly as it started it was over. Danny pulled back. Grasped in his hands was a writhing black mass, like earthworms fat from eating their kin. Then he opened his mouth, much wider than any human ever could, and Jason watched in horror as he ate it whole and struggling. Then Danny cupped his hands together, a strange green liquid that looked horribly like the Lazarus Pits, if a bit brighter and not bubbling angrily the way they should, filling them. He plunged his hands and the liquid back into Jason’s chest, though this time he could only feel a vague tingling chill.

“What the Hell?”

Jason wasn’t sure how else to react to what he had just seen.

“This,” Danny said, indicating with a nod to his hands, still very much in Jason’s chest cavity, “is pure ectoplasm. It should help clear out the last of the corruption. Think of it like dialysis; I clear out the bad stuff and replace it with something clean.”

“What corruption?”

“The corrupted ectoplasm in your system? I’m pretty sure that was clouding your head and messing with your emotions.”

“You... Got rid of the Pits. You... Ate them.”

Jason wasn’t sure how to process this.

“I guess? A rose by any name and all that.”

He withdrew his hands. Suddenly Jason felt very empty. Emotionally, he was drained, and he was pretty sure he was still in shock from what had just happened, but more than that, Jason’s head was uncharacteristically quiet. There was no rush of blood, no bubbling murmur corrupting his thoughts, no green tinting the corners of his vision. It was just... Him. A cool rag touched his face. At some point, Danny must have stood up and gotten a damp washcloth to clean the blood. When had that happened? Golden sunlight streamed in from the glass door, casting soft shadows and making a moon of Danny’s face, his pale skin glowing in the reflection of the setting sun.

“Who are you?”

“Danny Phantom, remember? You know me.”

“No,” Jason paused, “I mean, what are you?”

“What are you?”

Jason wasn’t sure how to answer that. A dead kid with daddy issues and a gun fixation? A ghost of Robins’ past? A zombie? A fucking mess? Suddenly, a blinding light haloed Danny, spreading from his middle and passing over him. When his vision finally cleared, he saw Danny, greyed skin and vibrant green eyes haloed by glowing white hair which floated as if unbound by gravity. He looked like an angel. Something untouchably beautiful and impossibly holy. He smiled, and his teeth were as long and sharp as a deep sea predator.

“I’m a halfa.”

“What does that even mean?”

“Honestly? Not much. It's sorta a slang term for someone who's both alive and dead.”

“How does that work?”

“Well sometimes I’ve got one foot in the grave, and sometimes I’ve got the other foot outta it.”

“Is that what I am?”

“Not quite. As far as I can tell, you’re a revenant.”

“And here I thought I was just a plain old zombie.”

“Oh trust me, if you were a zombie, you’d know.”

“How do you know all of this?”

“It's kinda my job.”

“I wasn’t aware a working knowledge of the undead was a requirement for mechanics.”

“What can I say? I’m just good at what I do.”

“Speaking of which,” Jason said, “any idea what I owe you for literally giving me back my sanity?”

“Ancients... I don’t know.”

“I’ve got an idea... How about...”

They both paused, Danny halting what he was doing to listen to what Jason had to say, the rag in his hand now thoroughly saturated with blood, harsh red against snow white. Jason wasn’t sure what it said about him that he found the sight of his blood on his hands so attractive, but damn. Before he had time to think about it, Jason peeled his sweat-soaked leather gloves from his fingers and took those ivory hands in his. God, they were cold. It was like holding ice. If he kissed him, would his lips freeze to his skin? Would they ever come apart, or would they stay connected forever? Jason was starting to suspect he might be a little hysterical from shock and exhaustion.

“My heart.”

“...What?”

“You gave me my head, let me give you my heart.”

Danny opened and shut his mouth, gaping like a fish seemingly at a loss for words.

“You don't have to do that.”

“No,” Jason said, “no I don't. Hell, the truth is I’m ripping you off if you accept, ‘cause I’d just be paying you something that's already yours.”

“Ok,” Danny nodded.

“Deal?”

“Yeah, deal.”

It wasn’t clear who moved first, but the two met in a kiss. Sharp teeth knicked Jason’s lips, soothed by cool saliva. Danny’s hands, so frail looking, gripped his wrists as unyielding as iron cord. Overhead, the electric light flared, popped, and burned out. The sun had long since set, and the only light was Danny’s otherworldly glow. They sat there for a long time, neither speaking. Finally, they got up and together stepped into the rest of their afterlives.

…………………………..…………………………..………………

“Oh,” Dick asked, “you work in an auto shop?”

“Well, sorta,” Danny shrugged, “It's my shop. I’ll fix up just about anything, but yeah, I get a lot of cars and bikes.”

“Babe, calling what you do “repairs” is like calling Supes a pencil sharpener.”

Danny waved his hand dismissively.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

By then, Alfred had served the salad course, making the rest of the siblings officially late. Danny eyed the salad, a rose vinaigrette with summer greens, as if expecting it to bite. Dick couldn’t help feeling personally offended on behalf of Alfie’s cooking. Finally, after poking it a couple of times with his fork, Danny seemed to decide it was in fact edible and began eating with the speed and ferocity of someone starving. Watching him, Dick couldn’t help but feel deeply uncomfortable as Danny unhinged his jaw and consumed the salad without chewing. There was something almost… predatory in it. Looking closely, he swore his tongue was split.

To his left, B watched with wrapped attention, his eyes steely and stern, building fear and distrust building behind his standard mask of stoicism. On his right, Damien seemed utterly unaffected. If anything, he seemed almost cheerful, listening to Danny talk about his job, his school work, and all the dull details which come with any life. He had a pet dog named Cujo; his older sister had just started her own psychology practice—tiny details which did nothing to explain the bone-deep discomfort permeating the air. Danny, for his part, was animated. He spoke with an effervescent energy that felt almost unreal. Jayjay sat back, occasionally throwing in a smart comment with no bite but mostly seeming content to watch. It was nice seeing his brash and bullheaded brother so comfortable. The usual anger which seemed so ever-present was absent. Dick didn't know how to cope with that. Danny was disturbing. Still, he made his beloved brothers so happy, and the contradiction ate him alive.

Throughout the meal, siblings began to filter in. Duke was the first to arrive, followed by Steph, Cass, Barbra, and finally, Tim. Each would introduce themself, take their seat, and find themselves slowly introduced to the madness that was Danny’s existence. He had this odd habit of saying the most baffling, concerning things Dick had heard in his life. Honestly, that alone was an achievement to be proud of. He watched as his siblings shared glances, seemingly trying to figure out whether this guy was for real. Duke, in particular, was staring Dick dead in the eye as if daring him to stand up and yell, “Sike!”. The only exception seemed to be Cass, who, much like Damien and Jason, was apparently unaffected, even cheerful. It seemed like the most screwed-up members of the family were the ones most comfortable with this strange man, and it was starting to paint a harrowing picture. Dick had to ask himself, what made them different? What set those three apart from the rest of them? He thought he might know the answer, and he hoped to God he was wrong.

After all, if he was right, what would it mean that this guy seemed like catnip for the previously deceased?

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bratty-telepath · 1 year

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Top 5 Redacted Quotes (BA Edition)

The Devil (@cashandprizes) called and said I need to pick up my damn phone so here I am and I am about to spill some mf beans. I do have a lot of good quotes from the BAs so it was tough BUT I did manage to pick some of the ones that make my brain turn off and run on autopilot. So here we go!

Side note: hi, minors? Yeah, you? Look away. This is an adult showing and I gotta give my warnings, so scooch while the big kids have their private conversation under the cut

Lasko HBW - BA No.3

I got this I got this I got this Iiiiii don't got this, oh my god

The EVILEST, most VILE, SATISFIED, smile creeps on my face everytime I hear that, and that's how I'm reminded that what I want the most out of Redacted, is Lasko, like that, 24/7. It feeds so many of tendencies in the best ways. I like hearing him come apart–I don't know what to tell you. That BA does things for me and I wish it was longer because I NEED MORE

Sam BA - You Feel Like Home

If you wanna ride so bad, I say it's time you show me

🎶I can show you the world🎶��IN ALL WHORE SERIOUSNESS, I would show him everything. There is only one man who could get me running that way and it's Sam fucking Collins. I make not exceptions on that because I would do so much just to tap that.

Guy BA No.2

I want you to fucking come home and OWN me–

I don't wanna talk, I don't wanna think, I just want you to use me...to get off...like I'm a fucking toy

I'm cheating a bit but I love this whole BA so much–it's just *chef's kiss* and I love how much of a slut Guy is for Honey. I just want him, carnally. I want him ravished. The way I would give him everything he's asking for–he makes me very happy as a switch and I would do him in more ways than one until he was silly in the head with nothing but a pile of goo for a brain.

Huxley BA No. 1

You look so fucking good...riding me like that

All I'm just saying is that I know he's dating Damien and I love Damien just as much as he does BUT DAMIEN CAN SHARE. I run back to this audio and for good fucking reason because it's fucking good. Don't tell me it's not because it's GOLD and this is one of the reasons that I crave the DAMN polycule, because we deserve more of Huxley fucking Freelancer.

Milo BA No. 1

Let the neighbours hear how much ya like gettin fucked by ya man.

LISTEN, LISTEN RIGHT, I AM A WHORE FOR THIS MAN. I AM NOT A PERSON. RIGHTS? NONE. That man? Gets it any day, any place, anytime he wants and I will gladly give it to him. Like, he sounds like fucking cigarettes booze and goes down like fuckin' rum and coke–HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CONTROL MYSELF–FUCK SELF CONTROL. THAT SHIT GOES OUT THE WINDOW WHEN I HEAR THAT BECAUSE FUCK

Anywhooos, that's me enough of me being a slut☠️, I have to shit to go finish drawing and I love these men so much, they've ruined my standards for real people.

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lilac-hecox · 5 months

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Not to scare you but I do think that Damien cutting back his time at Smosh soon is a possibility. Hopefully not leaving completely, hopefully he just switches to part-time, but I have a bad feeling something's happening.

He was on episode 73 of the Perfect Person podcast last week. At 2:45 he talks about how he's "all over the place, trying to focus up here soon" and how Starfield has "been cool to see that come out cause that I booked when I first started at Smosh, so it's sort of bookended my Internet life, first to last." Though at the end of the episode when listing where to find him he does say you can find him at Smosh after talking about uploading more to his personal channel. But that comment plus him planning to stream more days a week in 2024 makes me worried that means we'll see him less at Smosh. Maybe I'm overthinking. But personally at the moment I'm preparing for something like that to happen so I won't be heartbroken if it does. And if it doesn't then I'll be relieved to have worried for nothing

I was curious about his appearance on Perfect Person so thank you for some recap. I see what you're saying and think that reasonably, if something strange or different is going on I could see him scaling back his role (like Olivia/Kimmy/etc.) rather than fully leave! I think maybe he has some other things that are also of interest that he wants to put time towards, but I think he genuinely loves being at Smosh.

Would I be surprised to see him branch out on his own? Not exactly, but what do we think he would make his main content? Streaming? Lets Plays? I think he'd have an audience for sure.

I'm reminded of the episode of 2 Truths, 1 Lie that he was on with Ian and Anthony where he told Ian he has a new car payment and wants the new Smosh era to last. Now, granted that was what in June or July, but keep that in mind too that he seemed to want to be staying long term.

TL:DR I wouldn't be very surprised if Damien scaled back his role at Smosh in 2024 but I don't think he'll fully leave.

#all the damien anons coming out of the woodwork #damien haas #smosh #smosh games #smosh pit

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zaceouiswriting · 2 years

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Back from the dead

Character: Jason Todd x male reader

Universe: Somewhere in DC

Warnings: Slight fluff

You worked on this for months. Carefully persuade all individuals involved in it. Even got into the inner circle of one of the top guys. Finally you were there, at the place where their biggest thing should be started. All of them at one place and your men waited only on your command.

That was when everything went to shit. A group of masked men jumped into the building. Fighting some of the guys, but before you could tell your people, that they should acted, one of these masked lunatics looked at you. Thinking that you wanted to get backup.

He lunged at you with his hand first, presumably to get informations out of you, but you dodged. So he just switched his plans and pulled one of the swords hanging on his back out.

Swinging at you, like the lunatic he seemed to be. You had a hood over your head, like most of the people there, to keep your identity hidden, if something should’ve happened.

While he was still swinging at in your direction, you still tried to get a hold of your guys. But every time you were close to give them the signal, the guy in front of you got you to let it fall or some other shit.

At this point you were done. These unnecessary vigilantes should go back into the caves they came from!

The most exhausting fight you had ever done ensued. Neither of you could get the upper hand. You because of the dangerous swords and the guy in front of you, because you were faster and had a better understanding of the human body.

It took you a while but at some point. Most of his body was so exhausted or incapacitated by you.

Finally, as the guy laid on the ground breathing heavily. You sat yourself on his torso, „My god who the fuck trained you?“, you asked out of curiosity, extremely impressed by his abilities.

But the guy never gave you an answer. His jaw was clenched and hatred laid in his eyes. You could only roll with your eyes. „Let me see, who is under that mask.“

He tried to get his head away from you, but moving anything at this point was filled with pain for him. Still he tried that you could not get your hands on him. But nothing he did he tried could achieve that.

As you finally took his mask off, you almost couldn’t believe it. „Jason?“, you asked audible trying to hold back tears.

The man under you just looked at you strangely. You were in no stage to stay there. With him on the floor, you could finally get you men into the mix. Most people were gone at this point. Especially the high ups, you needed to get.

Not much longer, after your men came in, the other vigilantes ran away, letting Jason alone there, on the floor. You took him with you. He couldn’t move for at least a couple of hours.

He was the first awake person, outside of your group, to see your station. Not only from the outside but also the inside. You put him up in the infirmary.

You on the other hand, couldn’t be at his side. It hurt too much. Still remembering the day he presumably died at the hands of the joker. You saw all of it. It was the day you swore you would change the world.

Not even an hour later, after you got to your hideout, you already were back at the Wayne manor. Knocking on the door aggressively. Alfred opened it and before he could say something you stormed in. Majorly pissed off a ready to kill all of the inhabitants. They were all there, Bruce, Dick, Tim and Damien.

„Why did none of you tell me that Jason is alive!“, you screamed out, directly into their faces.

They were all utterly shell shocked at your words, but you could also see, that they knew it already. So they hid him from you, for some dumb reason. Dick tried to came near you to calm down, but you had nothing of it hand threw him to the ground before he came completely to you.

„So I guess, you are this stupid incompetent bat family, that just fucking destroyed plans that costed me month to get together? If I had further prove, I would get all of you and Wayne Enterprise in front of an UN Tribunal!“

Which should be enough wanting for them, to never get into your way again. On the way out, you muttered only one last thing to them, „If Jason wants to he can get back tomorrow. But if not, he stays free to be with me, even if none of you think it is a good idea.“

Finally after confronting his horrible family, you got back to your hideout. Just in time to find Jason fighting with your men. „Jason!“, you screamed out his name. In an instant his body stiffens up, not even daring to look in your direction. He had heard your voice correctly this time and knew who you were.

Your men got out of your and his way, so you could stand in front of the now man who you loved since he was a boy. A trouble child, just as you were back then.

„You are alive,“ a small tear rolled down your cheek, as you finally could see him directly in front of you, towering over your smaller body. He looked so handsome. Way more muscular then the boy you knew. But still with this mischievous glimmer in his eyes.

„Only for you,“ he cornily answered. You both knew that this wasn’t true, but it was his way of telling you, how he felt.

„I missed you so much.“ You immediately jumped into his arms, clinging like a Koala at his tree. But Jason was now exactly this, your tree. Your safe spot, if he still wanted to be with you of course. But the way he nuzzled into you neck, sniffing your smell and gripping your body, you believe that both of you missed each other equally. You could only hope, that he won’t leave you again.

#Jason Todd x male reader #Jason Todd imagine #dc x male reader #dc imagine #x male reader #male reader

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wafflesinthe504 · 1 year

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The Rookie 5x11 Thoughts

Spoilers for The Rookie 5x11 below. If you've watched the episode or don't care about spoilers, please enjoy!

The cold open with Nolan and Celina responding to an online/ metaverse robbery was pretty funny. I mean honestly what would they even really be able to do. Like the stuff that was stolen in the metaverse probably did cost real money for the woman, but since its all online how would they even try to recover it? Get a programmer to get the stuff back.

Also when Nolan put the VR headset on and was just falling had me cracking up.

Y'all, we are actually in Chenford secret dating era and I am loving it already. Tim is so head over heels for Lucy that he can't even make up a fake story for what he was doing last night other than hanging out with Lucy. The whole first scene with them in break room was just so cute. And Nolan being completely oblivious. Honestly, out of everyone in the Mid-Wilshire crew Nolan is probably the only one who genuinely has no clue about Time and Lucy. Also Tim and Lucy making plans for 'nothing' later on was great.

Everything that happened before the first commercial break just had me smiling so much.

Aaron basically volunteering Tim to coach the little league team when the third coach quits. Him trying to backtrack but the suggestion but its already too late Genny and Tyler both love the idea of Uncle Tim coaching the little league team. Seeing Tim just be so soft with the team and trying to make sure they're having fun was so cute. And then hearing Genny explain why just made my heart break a little for Tim.

Tim and Lucy co- coaching the little league was adorable. Lucy helping Tim give the kids some structure and being so competitive when it came to the actual game. It was funny to see them sort of switch places when it came to coaching because we've seen Tim yelling and jumping up and down while watching a football game but from what we know about Lucy she's not really into football. It seems like she has a bit of a deeper connection with baseball or maybe its because she has a deeper involvement with coaching that we got to see her being more open and competitive about it.

Alright, now to more of the actual plot points of the episode. We get our introduction to the case by now other than Angela's older (and probably best looking) brother Damien. I was so happy to see Damien again. Really any time we get to see more of the team's families I always get excited. I really didn't think we'd see Angela's brothers again after the one episode they were all in.

Damien's reported missing person leads to the discovery of multiple bodies behind a fake wall and the potential start of gang war breaking along with everyone debating whether or not true evil exists.

I really enjoyed hearing the everyone's perspective on the debate and you could tell how their individual experiences and beliefs have informed them of their answers to the question.

When it was revealed that Elijah Stone was the one behind the murders and the setup I wasn't surprised. I figured The Rookie would end up circling back around to Elijah eventually since he was released from jail and forced Wesley to apologize on live TV. Come on the writers couldn't just let the bad guy win. Our protagonists have to get the chance to put Elijah behind bars.

I'm personally pretty excited to see how this storyline with Elijah ends. My one hope is that they don't kill Elijah like they did with Rosalind and La Fiera. There is more than one way to beat the antagonist that doesn't involve killing them.

Lucy got her own case. I really enjoyed seeing her teach the Citizens Academy students. Yo, that one person who was stupid enough to go into a police station with an outstanding warrant was really bold. I was cracking up as she was arrested.

I liked seeing Lucy's empathy shine through as she tried to help the DA victim. She continually reached out to the victim and even tried to get the her to come to the stark reality of her situation. In my opinion I think that this DA storyline was handled better than Bailey's.

Seeing Lucy absolutely wreck that guy was awesome to see. I don't think I'll ever get tired of seeing Lucy engaging in hand-to-hand combat.

Bonus: Bailey and Nolan being to kind to be able to be landlords is too funny. I can't believe that Bailey really let the elderly folks go 6 months without paying rent. And then to find out that the elderly couple were renting it out for *that* was crazy.

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Hope you enjoyed. If you want come chat with me in the comments about anything The Rookie related.

Until next time have a good day or night.

#the rookie #lucy chen #tim bradford #chenford #lucy x tim #angela lopez #nyla harper #aaron thorsen #celina juarez #bailey nune

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I still stand with my stance that Shoot Dood, should return to its rightful place on the Smoshcast (Smoshmouth). That being said, I enjoyed the new endcap they tried with Smart Mouth.

If Shoot Dood does return, I think it would be a sweet as hell way of announcing their relationship publicly. I think Department of Weird Sounds wrote this into a couple of their fics, it is so adorable🥰

Just imagine it, Courtney doesn't even have to be the guest, they could just read it off and have Courtney pop in or shout something from off camera in return.

In a dream scenario, I would have them do it like a radio show call in segment. Shayne goes into character like "ok caller you're live on Smoshmouth, SHOOT DOOD!"

Than you have Courtney start talking bout their mysterious relationship. They finish by saying, the main problem is they want to be more open about it on socials and such but are afraid of letting the cat out of the bag.

This is where Shayne drops the gimmick and starts talking openly about how he once was more guarded about these kinds of things. How he used to be tight lipped about sharing any private info regarding his dating life. He finishes by saying...

"but, that all changed when I met you Courtney"...

Selfishly, I would have no guest on, just Amand and Shayne, like that check in episode they did before. So this leaves an empty seat for Courtney to potentially pop in and stay for a while. Also I wouldn't have either of them tell Amanda so we could see her suprised look, think back to her finding out about FNAF🤭

Ok, sorry needed to do some setup, back to Shayne. He continues by saying,"I always thought I was bad at dating, because of how awkward I am or was. Hell we even had a show dedicated just for me to express that!"

"But, when I met you, I knew there was something special. I couldn't put my finger on it. Yet deep down, I knew I had just met one of my best friends in the whole world. Sorry Damien, if you're listening, your my male best friend" 😂

He continues,"We've been through so much together"👇

° The Defy shutdown/ Mythical purchase

° My Suprise graduation😏

° COVID

° Ian and Anthony buying back Smosh!

° The day you said... yes

This is where you can hear a muffled, teary eyed Courtney say, "Shayne? Are you sure?

He continues without hesitation👇

"Courtney I've never been more certain of anything in my life. That moment melted away any hesitation I had before.

"I'm the happiest I've ever been and I don't care who knows it!"

After hearing this, it brings a chorus of giddy chuckles from Amnda and Courtney. They both couldn't believe how open Shayne just was, but now there was no going back!

Courtney still a little caught off guard, but beaming with happiness says, "Wow Shania, I didn't think you'd go that far my guy, I thought you'd maybe ease into it?"

"Well guys you heard it here first! The will they won't they of Smosh is engaged!"

At this point the episode is running a little over and they have to wrap things up. But, before they go, both Shayne and Courtney acknowledge the fact that they are now public, but remind us fans that this doesn't mean they're going to smother us with coupley pics and the like. It just means that from time to time you'll see more couple esque pics on ig and maybe a slight dynamic shift in videos given their new status.

Before the day is over on Courtney's ig we get to see an up close pic of that mysterious ring. We finally get to see it the way it was intended, while it is being slightly cupped by Shayne's hand.

With a caption that reads...

After so long of trying to hide this, either by switching it to different fingers or by switching hands, I'm glad I can finally have it where I want it.

Thanks guys for being so supportive about all this, it means the world to us! Even if it means Shayne is now going to post nonstop photos of Bones, oh great here's one now!

Shayne posts a photo of himself, Bones, and Birdie with Courtney slightly in the background head turned, with a caption that reads...

First family portrait! ❤ to the moon and back babe!

TLDR - Sorry this was so long, I kind of got carried away! Maybe I can write fics, maybe oneshots is my jam? Who knows?

Morale of the story, bring back SHOOT DOODS!

✌

WOW. I think with some brushing up and grammar fixing then it would be finished as a oneshot tbh. Thanks for sharing! I would dieeeee if we got any picture of them with their cats. I can't wait until the day we get that in the future!

#shourtney fanfic

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[tw for horror, unreality, memory issues, second person pov] so, in the show severance, you can get a chip installed in your brain that will (as the title implies) sever your memory. in the show, this is used to separate your work self ("innie") from your life self ("outie"), so you show up for your corporate office job and, with the flip of a switch, your innie takes over without any knowledge of what you are outside the system. the innies entire consciousness is only the world of the heavily surveilled office life.

now, instead of a corporation putting this experimental body mod out there, let's say it starts in the us military. let's say there's an elite squad, the hounds, who don't exist. this nonexistent squad welcomes their inductees with a chip, and the innie's life starts with specialized training. their entire lives are just that, for a while, all the know are orders to run or pick up weights or fire this gun at the moving targets or figure out how to difuse this or so dummy bomb. after the task, you walk into a neutral room and are shut off until the next task. sometimes you have partners (other hounds) and sometimes you are alone but usually you see vance, the team leader who is decidedly not severed who guides you for every moment of your innie severed existence.

they dont give you a name. or at least, a full one. you are E.

then one day, you as E wake up and you aren't in a blandly painted cubby of a transition space. you wake up sitting in a bouncing jeep with a box full of what you know is gear at your feet. two other hounds are in the jeep, and vances voice filters in through comms your outie must have put on. you are told congratulations, you have advanced enough to become active. your first duty: an assassination. you get no who/what/where/when/why's of the situation, but you are so thrilled for something new all you care about is the how. you know the how. trained your entire innie like for it.

you are a very, very good hound. E doesnt question. doesnt resist. happy to follow orders. responds well to treats incentives. heels yields. E learns the hard way not to get injured: it is his responsibility to heal, and the nightmare that is the "recovery room" is not worth the experience of days on end of uninterrupted innie life. E stays out of harm.

E doesnt care when he starts being placed less and less with others, until it's just him. youre told E is just that good; he (you) can operate solo. vance gets less hands on, willing to just leave written instructions. sometimes you wake up in the edge of a forest, with a clumsy map with an X, your gear in a box, and a compass. you always know what to do.

you don't question as you notice the signs of you getting older. of the gear changing. of the missions making less and less sense. you haven't spoken to vance in a very long time. you don't wonder if vance exists. you don't question your outie's decisions. you know what you are good for, and that's to follow orders.

then you wake up and... it's different. you are sitting in an awful nice chair in a suit across from a man in a suit in another awful nice chair. between you, there's no gear just a table. his side has wine, yours a bottle. you've never had it before. you stare at it, wondering about the difference.

"go on. you prefer beer, dont you?"

"do i?" which is a horrible question. you should play this out like you know what's going on. but you are spooked, and that little bit of information (beer over wine) is a tidbit of knowledge that you have about your outie self and that is a gift. luckily, your response makes the man smile wide.

"uncanny," he says as you pick up the bottle. "i dont know why you wanted me not to meet this part of you." you hold yourself stiff, trying to hold back responses but you are not used to being in such clear clean light. everything is exposed. you are exposed. the man just smiles wider. "oh, this will be fun."

it is fun, for a while, with damien moreau. its like training again, when you wake up outside of comba situations and moreau wants you to learn how to be a real human, or at least an outie. indistinguishable from the unsevered. there's no rhyme or reason to when you are you versus when Eliot Spencer (your outie, your name, his name?) fronts. its like working as a team again. you and him.

until one day you wake up, and you're sitting at a desk in a motel, exhausted and hungry and aching. you stare at a pile of notes written on the notepad provided by the room. you recognize your outie's handwriting (crisper than yours). it's an apology. it's an apology that there's no time to explain it all but they can't work for moreau anymore, and you need to run. you need to run and keep running and here's a contact who maybe can get you jobs but it's all on you now; eliot spencer the outie doesn't exist anymore. can't. won't. its too risky. you can have his name, he tells you, and he's sorry he did this to them, but between them two you have the best chance of getting away for good. at least now e/you/they/the new eliot spencer can have a chance at life.

you sit with the note for a long while.

you find the closest bar and you order a beer, and you are afraid.

but you have an order. run. so you run. you work jobs and you run. you are a weapon. a hound. a blank slate. an experiment. a killing machine. and now, in control.

you work alone until one day, the price is right and the break in seems easy enough. you run right into dubenichs trap, but come out the other side with... something. the something your other self wanted for you, you think. and with nate, sophie, hardison, parker, and (for a minute) tara, you learn how to be not just a team, but a family.

(you just have to keep the crew away from moreau and your secret. shouldn't be too hard, right?)

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