#duncan just wants to scare someone

[queatherine]

how i imagine the killer bass dynamic when bridgette was the last girl on the team

(im well aware harold would still be on the team at this point,, shhhh, I just think that these four <3) (still love harold too <3)

[fantasylandloser]

Winner

Pairing: Coach!Tashi x fem!Reader x Coach!Art

Warnings: 18+, smut, too filled with shame to proofread, dom!tashi, sub!art, sub!reader, mentions of spanking, tashi is so mean in this, art is basically a prop with minimal lines, idk

*******

Training with Tashi Duncan and her husband was an honor. You knew that. You did your very best to remember that; which was hard to do when she had days like this. 

“Are you scared of the fucking ball?” You shake your head, but you know better than that at this point. 

“Speak up!” You flinch before you can stop yourself. 

“No, I'm not scared of the ball.” You say.

“I would hope not- considering how long you’ve been doing this. That’d surely be a disappointment to your little fan club that you love so much. “ Tashi watched the way your eyebrows tinge only for a moment, at the mention of the onlookers who follow your career closely. 

It was no secret that you had a great appreciation for the love that they’d shown you, but it was almost like you were completely unaware of how quickly it would be gone if you weren’t up to par at all times. 

From afar Art watched the scene play out. You were the player that Tashi was the hardest on. He was sure it was to do with the fact that you were just like her. Well except for the fact that you lacked confidence in your abilities. Another reason she was hard on you. She wouldn’t see your potential wasted. But you worked hard like her, tennis was the love of your life like her. 

He watched as Tashi served to you, intense and laser focused. Then you, playing back with the same intensity and just as passionate. It’s almost magical to watch until you hesitate and miss the ball. 

Tashi’s on your ass before the ball can even hit the ground. “What’s wrong with you? Why aren’t you in it?” 

You stammer a reply that Art can’t hear. Probably an apology. His feet are moving closer before he can even think of a reason why. 

“No, tell me. What’s got you so off your game lately? Because you’re not going to fucking embarrass me at your next matches because you can’t get your head out your ass.”

“Tash lighten up.” He’s ignored which is to be expected. She stares at you intensely awaiting your answer. 

“How am I supposed to lighten up when she’s playing like she never held a racket before, huh?” Again she sees the twitch in your eyebrows. Good, you’re angry. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t know-” Tashi holds up her hand. She doesn’t want your apology. 

“You know what- if you don’t want to tell me what the problem is,” She grabs your phone which has been continuously lighting up since you started. “I’m sure this will.’

You draw in a breath of air in surprise but you make no move to stop her. Your eyes wide at the invasion, but still ever so respectful even when your privacy is being violated. 

Almost immediately her eyebrows sprout up. “I thought we agreed on no boyfriends for this reason?” she shakes her head continuing to scroll through your phone as if it were hers. Art draws closer to her in interest, now intrigued about your phone as well, 

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You’re embarrassed, your grip on your racket tightening as you get angry at the way she’s shaming you.

“Obviously.” She mutters. She pauses a moment, both her and Art sharing a look and you know they’ve gotten to the most mortifying part. 

“Well if something would shake someone’s confidence it would be that.” You cringe, finally going to take your phone back only to be pushed back by Tashi.

“What did we talk about when it came to how you let people talk to you off the court and how it affects your game on the court?” You barely refrain from rolling your eyes.

“I can’t control what other people say” You can’t stop the edge in your voice. 

“But you can control what you say. You didn’t even try to stand up for yourself. This-” She shoves the phone at you with a picture of you half naked with the word unfuckable, in the center of the screen. “Is pathetic. “ You look away when she starts scrolling more like you don’t already know the rest of the verbal assault that had been issued towards you, and then a video of your so-called boyfriend with your next opponent and the lewd graphics that came with it. 

“What the fuck am I supposed to say to that?” You don’t mean for your response to be so angry. Or for the hot tears that started burning your eyes to fall. But the frustrations of your day had started to take a toll on you. So when you finally snatch your phone back from Tashi and get ready to storm off you miss the pleased look on her face. Art doesn’t though, he almost shakes his head knowing it was her intention to rile you up in the first place.

She raises an eyebrow at him, and just as she expects him to, he wraps his arm around you and pulls you close. The perfect good cop. “It’s okay, kid.” You’re tense in his arms, it reminds him of the times he’s tried to comfort Tashi and she wouldn’t allow it, but after a few moments of him rubbing your back you finally relax. .

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-” You start, but Tashi interrupts. 

“Apologize for standing up for yourself and I’ll make you run until you pass out.” You wipe your eyes roughly and nod. Stepping away from Art’s hug and trying your best to put your game face back on. 

“You got that out of your system now?” You nod again, but after a pointed gaze you speak.

“Yes.” 

“Good now let’s talk about how you respond to this kind of bad sportsmanship.” 

******

The outfit Tashi has you in, is just barely appropriate, You look focused, despite the whistles you’ve received on your way in. You look a little angry actually. 

Art glances at Tashi beside him, who looks all too pleased. “What’d you do?” 

“I didn’t have to do anything.” She’s almost bragging. He follows her line of sight to Tashi’s opponent and sees her and your not boyfriend smirking at you. 

He wants to ask Tashi if she thinks this will shake your confidence more, but then he looks back at you laser focused as you stretch and he decides not to question it. 

The match starts off intense with your serve. Your opponent looks surprised and even though she quickly recovers. Art can tell that this will be a win for you even though he knows Tashi despises that kind of over confident thinking. 

As the match continues Tashi is gripping her seat for support. So enthralled in the game and invested in the fearlessness you’re displaying she can barely contain herself. 

At one point during a break you’re caught trash talking your opponent. Tashi is sure to get you for it later. Even though the only thing she hears clearly is “enjoy my sloppy seconds” with a saccharine smile on your face. The deduction you receive is definitely worth it. 

When you win as expected. Tashi is nearly buzzing and Art can’t hold back his excitement either. 

****

“See this is what happens when you’re a winner.” Tashi tells you. She quite literally holding Art’s balls as he fucks into you. 

“Winners are fuckable, tell her Art.” He gasps, feeling her squeeze him. 

“Fuck-” He breathes. “Did so good.” You spasm around him at the praise, pulling a loud groan from him. “Knew you were gonna win, kid.”

Your whines and whimpers are muffled by Tashi’s hand. “Fuck her faster, she’s gonna come.” Art obeys immediately despite the fact that he is much too close himself. Your eyes roll back at the change of pace. 

“There you go.” She squeezes Art’s balls once you start cumming so that he can too. He tries to pull himself out of you before but he can’t and leaves a sticky mess all over your cunt. “Fuck”

Tashi mounts you before you can stop twitching, lining her pussy up with yours, holding your leg over her shoulder. “Now next time I tell you to do something,, you’ll listen to me.” She starts slowly, spreading the mixture of both you and Art’s orgasm on both of you. 

“Isn’t that right?” You nodding makes her speed up, giving you that look of disapproval. 

“Use your words.”

“Yes, yes, yes I’ll listen to you.”

“Yeah I know you will, because now you know what good girls get.” She continues to grind against you skilfully.

“And next time you don’t listen to me-” You feel your core tense up again. “I will spank you until you cry.” Just like that you’re gone again. The masochistic side of you envisioning the picture that will haunt your fantasies until you get it. 

You don’t realize the loud moan you hear is you, until Art is kissing you sloppily to silence your cries. ‘You like that don’t you?” You hear Tashi say. You want to tell her yes but you can’t with Art’s tongue down your throat. You think she knows the answer anyway.

The contrast between the way that Tashi is fucking you so vigorously and the slow kisses Art is giving you puts your head in a spin. On top of that your overstimulated clit is making it hard for you to think at all. 

“Coach please-” You beg. “My pussy can’t;” You’re cut off immediately. 

“Who knows what's best for you? Me or you?”

“You!” By this time tears are flowing down your face, as you feel another orgasm building all too quickly. Art wipes them, then moves his hands down to pinch your nipples. 

“Exactly. Now cum.”

[luvz-me]

being at the last year of your sports medicine university course abroad in america was like a dream come true. but in all honesty you just wanted it to be over and quick. the prospect of having to intern at a random clinic for three months wasn't appealing at all. you made sure to send your cv to different physiotherapy clinics, gyms, sports clubs but still no answer.

watching all your colleagues start earlier than you was discouraging until one afternoon, after watching 2 boring movies a guy at a club told you to watch last night you got a call.

someone with a very poised voice starts talking almost immediately, "good afternoon, i'm speaking on behalf of the sports clinic and i was wondering if you'd be available for an interview tomorrow morning regarding your internship application?"

you almost envied the way there wasn't any hint of nervousness in their voice. it was almost immediate the way you accepted the offer, in all honesty you just wanted to get it over with.

you started your internship there after almost a week until one day, by the evening you witnessed something you never thought you would. tashi fucking duncan walking in the clinic right as you were about to leave. you felt your stomach turn, not in the bad way, but in the - what the fuck, did i hit my head somewhere and wake up in an alternate universe? - way. your anxiety making you want to throw up seeing one of the people you wrote countless essays about stand before you.

"i'm looking to book a sports physician. medium term for art donaldson, need them to be able to come in-house monday through friday." you heard her say to the receptionist, blunt yet always polite. one of your idols standing just a few meters away from you made you weak at the knees. you were aware the clinic was well frequented but you never thought she'd be in your sight ever.

you looked at your nails, pondering if you should start biting them, regaining a bad habit just because you found yourself in a situation you couldn't control sounds very much like you but tashi probably would think that's gross so you stop.

a client you had been assigned to arrives and you curse yourself out for not being able to keep listening to the conversation anymore. the day never ended. each glance you took at the clock just seemed like you were stopped in time. sighing while helping the elder woman stretch her upper body and muttering some words of praise, explaining to her that she'd have to keep coming for at least one more week so the pain could dissipate. you flashed her a smile as she got up and said goodbye, thanking you endlessly for helping her ease the pain.

your supervisor had been watching you. giving some criticism on this session with the client. as you were about to leave she pulled you aside and informed you that starting tomorrow you'd be going to tashi duncans house.

everything inside was pristine, you were even scared to even lean against the furniture in fear you'd somehow break it. tashi had given you a quick house tour, her heels clacking on the hardwood floors as she warmed you up to her, occasionally telling jokes about herself and saying you reminded her of herself. when she was in college. you didn't really know what that meant but you decided to take it as a compliment, nervously fidgeting your fingers. art was nowhere to be seen up until you reached the gym area.

standing there, broad shoulders scrolling through his phone, distracted and flashing a smile towards his wife once she clears her throat and wraps an arm around his shoulder. introducing you to each other and leaving promptly, saying she had a meeting with her pr team and that she'd be back at 8 pm.

you swallow dry. standing there awkwardly with your backpack on your shoulders.

"so.. umm were gonna start with wall angels maybe. tashi told me thats your problem area right now" you blurted out, trying to sound as professional as possible "just. place your arms against the wall in a 90 degree angle and slowly straighten them"

art follows suit, standing against the wall awkwardly moving his arms up and down before asking "how old are you?" breaking the silence

"i'm 21" you mutter in surprise analysing his form and his toned shoulders, and arms.. and muscles. eyes narrowing trying to remind yourself that this is not one of your hookups, this is art fucking donaldson and you're here for an internship. at his house. in his fancy home gym. hes not yours to admire. "why?"

"ah.. just wanted to know" art shrugs, looking at you intently. he gets up suddenly, yet his movements are deliberate. you feel the knot tighten in your stomach, your pulse quicken as i looked at the man before me. "can you show me how to do it properly?" his voice drops to a lower tone and all you can do for a few seconds is flutter your lashes at him

"but this is pretty easy already, i don't know how to ex-"

"i said, i want you to show me" art cuts you off, his gaze literally burning through your skull

art mirrors your movements, his eyes never leaving yours. you hope he doesn't notice the slight tremble in your hands.

"like this?" he asks, his voice even softer now, almost a whisper.

you nod, your breath hitching. "yes, just like that. make sure to keep your back flat against the wall."

he follows your instructions, his body inching closer. you can feel the heat emanating from him, a stark contrast to the cool, clinical setting of the gym. there's a tension in the air, a charged silence that makes your heart race.

"you're good at this," he murmurs, his eyes darkening with an emotion you can't quite place

your cheeks flush, the compliment catching you off guard. "i appreciate that, mr. donaldson."

he moves closer, his body now just inches from yours. you can feel the magnetism between you, a pull that's impossible to ignore. his hand reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. the gesture is tender, almost too intimate for your professional setting. "it's art, yeah? call me art, i don't want to feel like an old fart" he grins

"i should… i should check your shoulder alignment," you stammer, trying to regain some semblance of professionalism. "you're a bit tight here," you say, your voice trembling slightly. "let me help you."

you guide him through a series of stretches, your hands lingering a bit longer than necessary on his shoulders, his back. the room feels smaller, the air thicker with each passing moment.

the session was over. finally. you gathered your things and slid your backpack over your shoulders. art's gaze is still on you and it's impossible not to feel it "are you in a hurry to leave?"

"umm, no i just. no im not in a hurry" you smile "just don't want to bother you anymore" your breath catches in your throat

"i was hoping we could talk a bit more. get to know each other better." he smirks. what the fuck "tashi told me some things about you but i think one on one conversation is far better" grabbing your hand and guiding you to a small resting area at the gym engaging in some superficial conversation about you while tracing circles in the back of your hand. you can't help but sigh. his hands becoming more and more pervasive, touching your thighs, reaching up up up until he's close to your crotch. a slight whine escapes your mouth. you're not focusing on the conversation at all.

"art, this is not-"

"tashi doesn't have to know" he replies knowing tashi knows damn well. hell, she even planned this for him. it wasn't her intention to scout a pretty little physiotherapist like you at first. but you were at the right place, at the right time. the moment she took a glance at you she knew she had to have you. it was a plus art needed help with his shoulders. his hands roaming on the waistband of your tight leggings, your mouth parting with a sigh. sigh that he takes as opportunity to crash his lips against yours. your eyes narrow at first and for a second you try to pull back but you don't really want to.

his fingers edging closer to your panties, the tightness of the leggings increasing the skin on skin contact. "aw you look so pretty with your lips parted. you wanna take my fingers in you don't you huh?" now hovering over you, caressing you over your top "fucking corrupt that little head of yours"

you can't help but let out a moan that sends him over the edge. sliding your leggings down caressing you over your panties. before pushing two fingers inside your mouth for you to suck. "you want this don't you baby?"

"mhm" you nod trying your hardest not to bite him when he uses his opposite hand to caress your sensitive nub. furrowing your eyebrows trying your hardest not to grab his arm. his calloused fingers leaving your plump mouth suddenly and making a 'pop' sound "but tashi might" cut off by the pads of his fingers circling your clit

"tashi doesn't mind" his voice hungry "im just helping you out yeah? we're just getting acquainted" one of his fingers teases your entrance slowly entering earning a sharp wince from you. the unfamiliar feeling slowly turning into pleasure as he slid it in and out "open your eyes f'me, let me see those pretty eyes"

you bite your lip staring at his face as he does such a lewd thing to you, and you let him. knowing he has a wife. somehow this made it even more arousing. whats wrong with you? "gonna add one more finger, fuck you're so tight around me, so good. i bet that clit would feel so good around my tongue" small tears cornering around your eyes. the soft noises leaving your lips only encouraging him to keep going.

"feels good huh baby?" he coos, his face edging closer and closer to your clit as your hips rise, only to stop once you're about to cum. abruptly sliding your panties back up along with your leggings.

this earns him a well deserved mewl. edging you like this. stopping when you were just so so close was just so mean of him. looking up at him just to see him lick your juices off his fingers, feeding them to you. "suck" he commands "don't be mad, i just need to make sure you come back for more sessions" fixing your hair and picking up your backpack from where you left it on the gym floor

[artydonsgf]

hi everyone here is art, tashi, and patrick with random headcanons i have of them<3 i have first time saying i love you headcanons coming up!

Art Donaldson

- incapable of fixing his face

- for example, if you guys are at a party n someone says something wild, he reacts SO viscerally

- literal whole body reaction

- extremely ticklish

- you found this out on accident, you were cuddling in bed and your foot poked him while you were adjusting yourself

- he reacted without meaning to and kicked you (not that hard)

- he felt so bad but you were dying from laughter, ofc he’s the ticklish type

- likes to bite you whenever you cuddle

- it started off as a joke but he genuinely loves to gently bite when you don’t expect it and hear your soft gasps in response

- it’s half because he thinks it’s cute n half because it kinda turns him on

- wants to impress you so bad that he’ll read up on something you like n then carefully drop it in the conversation

- he does it as nonchalantly as possible except it’s impossible for him to be truly nonchalant so he’s very obviously glancing at you with a small smile

- would unironically wear the i ❤️ my gf shirt

- little spoon champion

- likes when you’re little spoon but he LOVESSS when you’re big spoon

Tashi Duncan

- also totally incapable of fixing her face

- she can hide shock but she cannot hide dislike, if she doesn’t like something you will know

- hyperfixates on meals

- like she ate this breakfast wrap you randomly made for her for a month straight

- likes when you cook for her because she’ll stand behind you and hug you the whole time

- so dead serious about game night

- you are the love of her life but during game nights you are the enemy

- likes horror movies so she can cuddle up with you

- she’s not really that scared but it’s nice having you next to her when a jump scare pops up

- loves hand holding, she’ll seek out your hands n doesn’t even realize she’s doing it

- cute thing she does is she’ll craft backstories for random people you see walking down the street

- it’s hilarious because she gives very fleshed out background to people you see briefly

- “that guy? cheating on his wife with his secretary who’s also married and has a kid his age” she likes to make the stories messy

- will do anything to make you laugh, really truly obsessed with your face

Patrick Zweig

- he cannot whisper for the life of him

- sees a girl you had beef with in high school n he basically yells “oh my god is that the girl?? the one who had sex with your boyfriend??”

- it’s a mix of not caring n also just not being aware

- extreme tease but if you tease him back he’s heartbroken

- started doing this 👉🏽👈🏽 ironically just to fuck with you but he can’t stop doing it now

- “hey babe, can you please put my bag in the car?👉🏽👈🏽”

- it has consumed him

- extremely stubborn

- also very prideful, it absolutely kills him when he has to speak up n ask for something

- extreme staring problem

- if something crazy is happening in public, he’ll just stare even if it’s really obvious

- doesn’t let you carry your bag

- he can have 100 bags in his hands and he’ll still find a way to carry your little purse

just silly thoughts, enjoy!

[there-are-no-angels]

what i think every gen 1 total drama contestant’s type is

zeke: pretty girls (pretty boys?) eva: not too fond of romance sorry noah: idiots (affectionate) justin: idiots (derogatory) katie: whatever sadie said tyler: his girlfriend. obviously. izzy: either people who are scared of her or people who love her insanity. she will not date you if you are neutral on the topic cody: anyone but sierra beth: pretty boys (pretty girls?) sadie: whatever katie said courtney: boys she thinks she can fix (she cannot) harold: women who will actually just kill him trent: not sure bridgette: dudes with abs. girls with abs. she just wants to be carried around lindsay: her boyfriend. whatever his name was. dj: he is aroace to me geoff: surfers leshawna: you gotta be pathetic and sopping wet duncan: girls who hate the living guts out of him heather: definitely not alejandro or anything... gwen: people who understand her owen: people who understand him alejandro: he just wants someone to love him for who he is PLEASE sierra: CODYYY (or at least she thinks so. her type is actually people who match her insanity)

[k1sse-s]

TASHI DUNCAN

No boys allowed, only us.

› summary: you both still hold onto that little promise.

! warnings: fem!reader, no use of y/n, cursing

Please let me know if I forgot something! ˎˊ˗

› wc: 1.2k

Tashi’s arms curled around you, pulling you closer so you could rest against her. Listen to her heartbeat. Her legs tangled with yours, bodies pressed tight together as her hand slid up to your hair, fingers brushing through the locks and playing with them lightly.

She loved this, she craved this.

It was peaceful, the silence, the sound of your breath as your subtlety flushed cheek was pressed against her chest, her hand on your back tracing shapes against your skin. Alone and quiet.

“I’m going to be jealous of your future boyfriend.” You didn’t know why you said that, but you knew it was true. You weren’t used to sharing Tashi with anyone, you couldn’t imagine her with anyone else but you.

The silence was interrupted by that single sentence.

‘It’s just a friendship, right?’ That thought didn’t leave your head as you murmured those words to her.

Tashi's fingers in your hair stilled for a moment, and you could hear the way her breath hitched. Her heart was thumping faster underneath your cheek, a steady beat. She didn't reply for a moment, and it was only a few seconds before she spoke up, voice low.

“Who said I want a boyfriend?” She picked the motions back up, resuming her gentle caresses across your back. Tashi could never be with anyone else. Not when you were there, and she knew it, deep down. But the thought seemed to unsettle her, as if she didn't even want the possibility of you being jealous of anyone.

“You know there’s gonna be some dumb dickhead you’re gonna fall in love with.” It was obvious, and even though you often joke about getting old together or marrying each other you know you’re serious. You don’t want a different life.

The thought of her with someone else, someone else's hands on her body, someone's else's lips on hers, makes your blood boil with something like possessiveness. She was yours. Even as a best friend. And you try to tell yourself you’re not selfish.

She finally lifted her hand away from you, moving to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear instead, the touch light and almost tentative, a stark contrast from the usual rough manner that was Tashi's style. “And you won’t?”

“I won’t.”

“That’s a lie.”

Voice flat, not buying your words at all. She was quiet for a moment, and you could almost sense the debate happening in her head, the argument between being logical and being emotional. The latter won.

The silence made your sudden urge to argue with her about it more intense, sudden urge to convince her you’re hers. She spoke before you could open your mouth and say words you’d probably regret. I want you. “You’re sure of that?”

Yes, you were so damn sure.

She wasn’t dumb. She’d always known that there was something that was a little bit more when it came to you — more than friendship, than just being best friends.

Still, she tried to deny herself the truth. To let herself keep pretending like this was normal.

“You know I’m always honest with you, dumbass.” Words left your lips that were forming into slight frown, giving her something like pout. Clearly to make her guilty for not believing you.

“Don’t give me that face.” She huffed out a short, quiet laugh at that, a hint of real amusement bleeding through her usual dry tone. Her hand flexed against your hair, as if she wanted to hold you tighter but was holding herself back. “I know, you couldn’t lie to me if you tried.”

You moved your head, so that your chin could rest between her tits. Eyes narrowed at the look at her face.

She loved you. It showed in her gaze, in her touch — the boys could never give you this, what she could give you.

“Do you think of our promise?” Your voice slightly hesitant, as if you were scared of embarrassing yourself in front of her, even when you’ve done that plenty of times already.

What if she doesn’t remember? What if it wasn’t serious to her? What if she thinks it was just a dumb joke?

“You know, that one we made as a kids.”

No boys allowed, only us.

Tashi doesn't speak for a few long moments, her eyes roaming over your face. She was quiet and contemplative, as if she was thinking back to when you'd made that promise. Her gaze softened, eyes going uncharacteristically gentle for a few moments.

"Yeah, I remember.” She insisted, voice quiet. She doesn’t move to push you away, doesn’t laugh or brush it off as a simple, childish promise. “No boys allowed.”

“Only us.”

She could easily see the way you were pressing closer to her, the way those words made you cling to her just a little bit tighter, your body more relaxed. There was a subtle ache that went through her chest when she saw that, mixed with something else that she couldn’t quite place. “You and me, like it’s always been.”

There was a moment of silence as the two of you lay in the bed together.

Tashi’s breathing remained steady as your head rested between her boobs, her hands still in your hair and stroking gently. No boys allowed. The words had been echoing in her mind since leaving your mouth, causing her chest to feel strange, almost constricting. There was a feeling building up in the pit of her stomach, one that is all too familiar to her.

“I thought you were joking when you said that first time.” She added on. And her words took you by surprise, though her was still soft. She sounds like this only with you — voice soft, more vulnerable than her usual sharp sarcasm, and it’s a sight that only you got to see ever since her childhood. Eyes lowering to the gold necklace on her neck. It glimmered with the yellow light in the room. “But you were serious, weren’t you?”

“Yeah.” Small whisper left your lips. Of course you were serious, you always are. Always worried about her, always thinking about her. “I was serious.”

“You know what that promise entails, right?”

“I think I know.” This soft sigh betraying your efforts with trying to not get into that kind of conversation with her. You guys weren’t kids no more, and that thought terrified you.

“Say it.”

She sounded almost desperate for a moment, like she was desperate to hear the words from you, to know that you were still in this with her. To know that you were still there. To know you won’t leave her alone with this.

Your expression hardened. It was almost like she was giving you a challenge and assumed your failure from the start. “No boyfriends.”

“And no girlfriends.” You can almost hear the smirk in her voice as she echoed your words. “No stupid boys or girls who’ll try to pull us apart.”

“There was no talk about girls.” You mumbled, chuckle leaving your slightly parted lips. It’s not like you’re bothered by it.

“You’d never look at a girl anyways.” Right, she was the only girl — person, worth something in your eyes. “I’m not letting some dumbass girl come between us.”

Okay, so maybe it’s no boys and no girls allowed, only us.

[epomanias]

wait, they don't love you like i love you — t.duncan

summary: after ten years of friendship, tashi still hasn't realized that you'd treat her better than any man could

contains: fluffy drabble, wlw relationship, tashi getting the love she deserves<3, artrick shade (i still love them i swear)

“It’s just- Fuck, they piss me off more than you could imagine. It’s always some new bullshit, I’m sick of it.” Tashi swears, throwing herself down next to where you’ve perched yourself on her bed. She was angry about something Art and Patrick had done, as per usual. They’d all been fighting a lot more lately—something about tennis, of course. You tried to pay attention to her rants, but there was only one thing you could take out of them; they didn’t deserve her. Never did, never will.

“You don’t have to be with them, you-”

“Obviously I fucking know that.” She interjects, scowling. “It’s not being with them, I mean— I’m happy most of the time, I guess. It’s just once they start— I don’t know. It’s complicated. Tashi rubs a hand across her face in annoyance, sighing at her own words. Seeing her like this, seeing her with them makes your heart ache. It always hurt watching her skip from guy to guy, telling you stories about how great they were to her until suddenly they weren’t. Art and Patrick were no different, despite them clearly thinking they were.

“You deserve better. You know that, right? You should know that.” You murmur, hand instinctively falling to rest on her knee. “These guys, they never do enough for you. You deserve someone who would burn the world for you.” Tashi scoffs, rolling her eyes dramatically.

“Yeah, like who?”

Your grip on her knee tightens. You stay silent, watching her with wide eyes, praying that for once she’d see what's right in front of her—you. Tashi glances at you, breath hitching. The yearning, the desperation on your face, it’s obvious what you’re trying to tell her. 

“Do I have to say it?” You whisper, instinctively leaning closer. Tashi follows your lead, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear—her hand falling to cup your jaw.

“Can I-”

“Please.” You interject, longing seeping into your tone. She doesn’t waste time, she never does, locking her soft lips with yours. It’s like poetry, your hands running through her hair, Tashi’s reaching your hips, pulling you onto her—every movement you make says something, every action is a conversation. You feel her, truly feel her, her yearning, her hurt, everything she’s ever hidden from you. When her tongue breaches your mouth, you practically melt. Everything you’ve ever wanted, you had in your arms. When you finally have to break apart for air, your hands fall to her sides—gripping her tightly as if she’d disappear if you’d let go.

“How long…” Tashi trails off, tracing shapes across your skin.

“Since we were twelve. Well, probably longer, but that’s when I realized.” You carefully watch her face, clinging to any movement that may show discomfort, but there is none. Her eyes are soft, softer than you’ve ever seen them, and for once in your life you feel seen.

“Are you…?”

“Yes.” Tashi doesn’t hesitate. “I was just scared to say anything.”

“Me too.” You smile softly, reaching to press your lips against hers again, but hesitating. 

“Art and Patrick?” She scoffs, shaking her head quickly. “They don’t matter. They never did, none of them. I’ll break it off tonight if you want me to.” You nod, unable to find the words to express how much you feel for her in that moment. She understands, though. She always has. Your eyes water slightly as you take in the situation—she loves you. Tashi Duncan actually loves you.

“Hey- no, don’t cry. Was it something I said?” Tashi rushes to wipe your eyes, nerves clear on her face.

“No, no, I’m just being stupid. Sorry.” You laugh breathily and push her hand away, grinning like an idiot. “I love you.”

She shakes her head, giggling back at you. “I love you too. Forever and always.”

“Forever and always.”

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[anna-the-undertaker]

Im playing with an incorrect quote generator and I'm sharing them here. They are cracking me tf up.

Belphie: So I can either do something dumb that could very well get me injured or I can listen to MC and not do the thing, Belphie: Well there’s a clear right answer here. Belphie: *proceeds to throw five packs of mentos into a barrel full of diet coke*

Satan: I woke up and chose VIOLENCE. I WILL COMMIT ARSON AND BURN EVERYTHING TO THE GROUND!!! I AM ANGRY- MC: Awwww, you’re so adorable! Give me a hug~ Satan: Wh-What? nO, yOURE SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED OF ME! TREMBLE BEFORE MY WRATH- Lucifer, recording: This is so cute.

Beel: sSSSHIT- I BURNT MY LIP- Belphie: …Why the fuck would you even drink coffee with a METAL STRAW in the FIRST PLACE?? Beel: BECAUSE WE WERE OUT OF THE PLASTIC ONES!

Barbatos: Look, Satan, if you can fit your head down the gun’s barrel, you can assume it doesn’t have a non-lethal setting.

MC: Yes, I'm adopting Satan and you cowards can't tell me no!

Lucifer: *running towards Beel with open arms* Beel: *moves out of the way* Lucifer: Hey, why'd you move?! Beel: I thought you were going to attack me. Lucifer: I was going to hug you! Beel: Why would you hug me? Lucifer: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?

Levi: The best way to gain someone's undying loyalty is by saving them from a perilous situation. Barbatos: So you're just gonna wait until MC is in danger and save them? Levi: Of course not, I'm going to create a situation that puts them in danger and then save them. Barbatos: … Barbatos: You're insane.

MC: We’re going to defeat you with the power of friendship. Belphie: We’re not friends. MC, holding an axe: We’re going to defeat you with the power of incredible violence.

Lucifer: You’re starting to look like me more and more every day— Satan: *Bursts into tears* Lucifer: Why are you crying? Satan: You’re ugly! I don’t want to look like you! *sobs*

*Satan and Mammon are texting* Satan: Who are you? Someone changed the names in my phone. Mammon: What did they change my name to? Satan: Chosen One. Mammon: Don’t change it back. Satan: BUT WHO ARE YOU?!?! Mammon: I’m the chosen one.

Mammon: "What are you into?" is such a broad question, like do I reply with a TV series or choking?

Belphie: Sorry I can’t be emotionally vulnerable with you it’d ruin the mystery.

Asmo: I don’t think the therapist is supposed to say ‘wow’ that many times during their first session with a client, but here we are.

Mammon: What happened to your nose? Satan: I used it to break some guy's fist.

Mammon: Would it be discrimination to only hire employees at my doughnut shop who have the same name? MC: Legally, I don't believe that breaches any discrimination laws. Morally though… I don't know. Mammon: I believe god is on my side when it comes to Duncans' Doughnuts.

Mammon: Would anyone know any good vendors for professional-quality brass knuckles? Asmo: I know you’re serious, but you say the scariest shit sometimes.

Mammon: look Levi, I'm not slut shaming you but… Mammon: Actually yeah, I'm TOTALLY slut shaming you.

Lucifer: I am the left brain, I am the left brain. "I work really hard until my inevitable death" brain. You've got a job to do, you better do it right and the right way is with the left brain's might. Mammon: I LIKE OREOS AND PUSSY-

Satan: My expectations were low but holy fuck.

MC: *Texts a selfie to the group chat* Hey besties!! Mammon: *Texts a selfie clearly parodying MC's* hey besties !!1! MC: I literally hate you so much.

Satan: What's this? MC, hugging Satan: Affection! Satan: Disgusting. Satan: …Do it again.

Lucifer: I am going to need you to swear- Diavolo: Fuck. Lucifer: Lucifer: …swear as in promise.

Mammon: Pardon me, but it sounds like you’re questioning my authority! Lucifer: Not at all, Mammon. Merely your primitive methods.

MC: *cocks gun* Go to Bed. This is no longer a request, This is now a Threat.

Levi: Wait a minute, how did this happen? We're smarter than this! Beel: Apparently, we're not.

Mammon: *Reading a letter* Satan: Well, what does it say? Mammon: It’s a confession letter. It turns out MC killed my pet rock.

Diavolo: Not to be nsfw but I want someone to hold me while I sleep.

MC: Who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to Diavolo and Lucifer's convo? Asmo: Me. I'm in the laundry basket. Belphie: I'm in the washing machine. Barbatos: I'm in the closet. Asmo: We accept you Barbatos. <3 Barbatos: No I'm literally in the closet. Asmo: Love is love. <3

Belphie (brainstorming ideas for pranking Lucifer): How much would a serial killer mask possibly cost? MC: Well it’s hard to find a high-quality one made out of leather or silicone, but if you did find a good one like that it’d be a couple thousands of dollars. I can try to hook you up with one but I don’t know if I’d be very successful. Belphie: Huh, that’s pretty interesting actually- Wait, how the hell do you know that? MC: …I am very passionate about Halloween, Belphie.

Diavolo: I don't know, it's not my cup of tea. Satan: Well then whose is it? Diavolo, staring at a cup of tea: I don't know!

MC: What’s something you guys are better than Lucifer at? Mammon: Mario Kart. Satan: Yeah, video games. Levi: Emotional vulnerability.

Mammon: Can we talk about that mass email you sent? MC: Why? It was important. Mammon: All it says is, "I'm back on my shit". Diavolo, shrugging: The people need to know.

Mammon: Can you pass the salt? Asmo: Can you pass away? Mammon: Too much salt.

*talking on the phone* Mammon: Remember how I said that MC and I were gonna have a calm night out for once? Lucifer: Yeah… Mammon: Well, we’re in jail. Lucifer: *hangs up*

MC: Go to hell! Lucifer: Where do you think I come from?

MC: I see the red flags, I acknowledge that they're there, and then I completely ignore them.

Satan: We need a distraction. Lucifer: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises? Diavolo, whispering: My time has come.

Mammon: I don’t know, this plan seems complicated. Lucifer: You once said that about an orange. Mammon: They don’t make sense. Apples, you eat their clothes but oranges you don’t.

Diavolo: Mammon and I were crossing the street, and this man drove by and honked at us. Asmo: What did you do? Diavolo: They chased him to the next red light, and reached into his window, and- Mammon: *walking in* Who wants a steering wheel?

[honey-minded-hivemind]

For the One of Us au, the power of visions of past and future that u mentioned could have a lot of potential.

I imagine Reader has little, or maybe no, control over when, where, or what when it comes to their visions. They could get a vision of the end of the world while in algebra on Tuesday and then a vision of their friends' past dates while in the Danger Room on Wednesday.

For the big, important visions, like future attacks or potential threats, they warn the adults and the rest of the team, but for smaller visions, they leave it on a need to know basis because their friends need to learn and make mistakes. Tho reader may nudge them in the right direction.

I'm sorry did I say nudge? I meant SHOVE cause a reader with visions would ABSOLUTELY NO CHILL AT ALL.

Their powers aren't useful at all in combat. Everyone else can do something in a fight. But Reader doesn't, so they make themselves useful in everyday life.

The group knows Reader always has their best interests at heart, but it always throws them for a loop when their normally sweet friend suddenly starts acting really protective and aggressive.

When Duncan starts dating Jean and everyone tries to be polite, except for Scott and Reader. Scott's reasoning is obvious, and his dislike is mostly harmless. Reader? Is about 5 seconds away from biting Duncan and is actively crashing dates. (Reader knows he's a racist bully ass. They know what he'll do.)

There's a solid month where Reader kept crawling into Kurt's bed, snuggling him and following him around. At first, he just thinks they're just being cuddly, then everything about his birth and his mom and the experiments come out. Then, it's like oh, that's why.

Reader gets a vision of Logans past and has to deal with the fact they know more about this man than he does.

They get a vision of Jean getting kidnapped by Fred and decides to NEVER EVER LEAVE HER ALONE EVER. Seriously Jean how does this keep happening to you?!

Reader approaches Rogue first out of everyone cause they know she's Kurt sister and so desperately wants to show her she's not alone.

Ooooooo... I don't known if I'll choose this as the canon power for Reader in 🍁One Of Us🧡, but let's explore it for a minute, shall we? (If you want to explore the other potential powers and help figure it out, I'm okay with it! I like when anons and hivelings do so! Thank you for this ask, @sugar-soda!)

Reader is such a worried, odd friend. They seem to always know something about you, no matter if they've met you or have ever even heard of you. They sometimes stutter or mumble- other times they're loud and assertive- sometimes they're sweet as pie and cuddly- and sometimes they glare daggers at you like you murdered their goldfish. With Reader, no one ever knows what to expect.

Duncan, the school football star, for example, is given death glares, is given at least three shovel talks (complete with an angry/protective Scott for back-up), he's given notes telling him to break up with Jean or else, he's told to be a better person or he'll regret it, Reader outdoes him in the poetry club (he joined to impress Jean), etc. . The consensus is Reader, the school's go-to life advice person, despises him, and no one knows why... (Then Duncan amd Jean break up, and now everyone knows Reader knew somehow those two wouldn't work together...)

Reader is gentle and open with Rogue, the school goth girl and lone wolf, on the other hand. They hold the door open for her, they ask if she needs a break during group projects or study sessions, they scare creepy students away from her, they offer to walk her home when the Brotherhood teens left her a few days, they even give her space if she asks for it. No one gets it; why bother with someone they don't even know or seem to get along with? Until the next week Rogue is with the Xavier teens, eating lunch and sharing classes and being overall friendly amd cordial, and once again Reader seems to have known it was possible to be friends with her (the school wonders how that was possible...)

Then Reader tries to share food with Todd, who has an odd (really gross) smell and who steals from others, and no one in any clique can figure out what Reader is up to now. They just leave food for the toad-like teen, then go about their day. Todd eats it, enjoys it, and there's always three meals each day waiting by or in his locker, enough for him, and then later, enough for the other boys at the Brotherhood home. The Xavier teens can't figure out why, neither can the school, but Todd knows, and tells everyone to not mess with his friend/buddy, be it the jocks or the bullies or even his group (turns out the Brotherhood don't have a lot of money for meals, so Reader pulls together their cooking skills and leftover ingredients to make them enough food for each day. Todd knows this, and accepts it as a sign of friendship; Xavier in the end ends up sending them money for a food budget so Reader will leave them alone...)

Logan, tough as nails and deadly as a wolverine, is struggling with his nightmares and wakes up at night, not able or willing to fall back asleep, and wanders into the kitchen late at night. Except Reader is also there, and keeps him company, pushing a plate of meat over to their teacher/guardian and saying they couldn't sleep either. It becomes a ritual every Thursday night, the two of them sitting in silence sometimes, or watching some old western movies, sometimes Reader even opens about their past, saying it's okay to not remember certain parts of their trauma, and it's just as okay to one day remember it. If Logan needs a hug, they give it, if he needs quiet, they give it, if he's about to go out, Reader warns him to not chase stray cats or to jump headfirst into the unknown (the teens find it strange, and so does Logan, up until when Logan destroys the remains of the Weapon X labs and connects the dots Reader knows more than he does about his past, yet he's not mad, just worried about what they saw...)

H*ll, Reader even sees the past of Sabretooth during a mission where they fought the Acolytes and end up in a cave-in, and all they can do is stare at him with sad, haunted eyes and apologize for what he lost and what he's had to go through (the Acolytes think it's creepy at first, Magneto is suspicious, and at first Sabretooth is angry- until Reader reveals they know his life was hard, and they don't know the depth of how it feels, but they know what it feels like to be abandoned, and it isn't fair, even to him... and surprisingly he let's Reader walk away unscathed...) (Xavier and Storm and Logan then decide to keep Reader away from the more deadly adult members of the Brotherhood, in case their powers aren't as welcomed the next time...)

(You can bet if Reader says something, after awhile the teens start to listen and try to go down what they think is the right path... Of course, Reader is trying to stay on the path where everyone is happy and okay and alive, which is hard, considering how traumatized everyone else is, and how scared they are to lose the people they view as family... which does include Reader...)

[aoxql]

duncney headcanons

• courtney skis and duncan snowboards

• for prom, courtney goes ALL out and wears the prettiest dress , hair done and EVERYTHING. then duncan wears jorts and she’s so embarrassed.

• she 1000000% tutors him. he pays her for it.

• courtney dyes duncan’s hair for him and he always tries to convince her to match hair colours

• OMG they go on a date at the rollerskating rink and courtney’s an absolute pro and duncan doesn’t go on the rink and just watches her, and she gets annoyed and asks “why aren’t you skating??!!”. he makes a stupid excuse but she convinces him and when he goes out on the rink he falls on his ass. she teaches him how to roller skate though which is so cutie patootie.

• courtney’s a cat person and duncan’s a dog person

• courtney’s parents hate duncan and his parents love her

• courtney constantly calls him a softie.

• courtney babysits duncan’s little sister and he totally pesters her the whole time.

• courtney’s the hall monitor and she gives duncan detentions.

• whenever courtney catches duncan smoking she gives him a HUGE lecture on how bad it is for him (she’s scared it’ll kill him)

• duncan takes photos of courtney when she’s not looking and she shouts at him “DELETE THAT!!!” so he pretends to but keeps it in his hidden folder cz she looks pretty.

• they totally talk shit about people whenever they have sleepovers and side-eye each other when someone says something weird.

• duncan throws paper planes at courtney when they’re in class and she rolls her eyes and reads them (they’re love notes).

• whenever duncan gets shitfaced-drunk, he texts courtney a bunch of love confessions and usually proposes to her over text. she has to pick him up cause he’s 100% barfing and about to pass out.

• courtney shouts at duncan when he’s drinking something and doesn’t use a coaster. “USE A COASTER!!!!”

does anybody… want more of these…?😓 im makinf kb5 ones next !!!!!

😱 love yall

[this-is-what-makes-us-fandoms]

Alliance || Total Drama ||

After finding out Duncan cheated on you with Gwen, Alejandro offers you an alliance as revenge against Duncan. 

Pairing: Duncan x Reader x Alejandro 

Warnings: Cheating (not reader), fem implied reader 

Words: As I’m finally coming out of my writer’s block, I present this! Maybe a little self-indulgent because I like Alejandro and Duncan. Oops—Might make a second part if people like it though.

| Not my GIFs |

Your cheering for Cody ceased when Tyler blurted out the secret he’s been holding back. It took a moment to register in your head, not wanting to believe it. Duncan didn’t actually kiss Gwen, right? Your boyfriend and best friend wouldn’t have done that to you. It had to have been a strategy the other team came up with to throw you off. Pitting you against each other so you’d be distracted during the challenges. 

“Wait, what?” you ask, the distraction immediately working. 

“He said that Duncan kissed G—,” Alejandro repeated. 

You were quick to cut him off before turning to face Gwen. “I heard what he said! Gwen? Is that true?” 

She looked at you with guilt written all over her face that only confirmed it. She took a step back, as if expecting you to fight her. And for a moment you thought about it, anger quick to take over. Except heartbreak was quicker to hit when you fully accepted the situation. Your boyfriend and best friend kissed behind your back. 

You turned to look at Duncan who gave you a just as equally guilty look. You had hoped that by looking at him he’d shut down Tyler’s rumor. But when he looked away, you knew it was all true. Your heart cracked in your chest, and everyone was silent, waiting to see what you’d do. Both Duncan and Gwen watched you closely and you could see the fear on their faces. You never got mad or raised your voice, you were one of the few reasonable contestants on this show. It’s what made you so likable and kind of scary with everyone wondering if you’d ever snap. Today might just be the day. 

You turned to look at Cody who hadn’t moved yet, he was watching to see what happens next. No doubt scared that you might do something to Gwen. You kind of felt bad for him, he was sort of betrayed too. It can’t be fun knowing the girl you’ve been pining over kissed someone else. 

“Cody, start flying if you want to win this. Otherwise, if we lose, we’ll be voting Gwen off tonight,” you tell him. 

Your voice is eerily calm but it’s enough to set Cody flapping his poorly made wings. Your words made him determined to win, more so with his team agreeing with you. The Amazons won the challenge in the end which meant Gwen was safe for now. It also meant that Duncan had a chance to be voted off and although you were heartbroken, you didn’t want to see him go yet. 

Once your team is back in first class, you're left alone with your thoughts. And everyone wants to know what you’ll do to Gwen. Courtney is immediately giving you ideas, completely on your side. She had a crush on Duncan, but when he admitted he felt the same for you, she became your number one supporter. Which meant she was the embodiment of your anger now. 

“Hey, can we talk?” Gwen asks, approaching you with a guilty look on her face. 

“She has nothing to say to you!” Courtney exclaimed, standing in front of you. 

Gwen took a step back but looked over at you, nonetheless, silently pleading with you. Courtney looked at you too, arms crossed over her chest with a scowl on her face. You knew you should talk to her about this, but you didn’t want to. Not right now. 

“You heard her, I don’t have anything to say,” you repeat. 

She sighs heavily and walks away with a defeated look on her face. As much as she liked the kiss with Duncan, nothing could get rid of the guilt she felt. She hadn’t meant to betray you like that, it just sort of happened. At least, that’s how she likes to remember it. 

“We can so vote her off in the next challenge,” Courtney says once she’s gone. 

You shake your head, a defeated and broken look on your face. “It won’t change anything.” 

“No, but it’ll make you feel better. And it gives me an excuse to boot her out,” Courtney offers, trying to cheer you up. 

She liked you, which is rare for her, especially given the circumstances. This wasn’t exactly the place to make friends, but she became friends with you. You were the only person she’d deemed worthy enough to make it to the final two. Which is why she was angry for you. And maybe something else that she’d never admit. 

You offer a smile, strained but good enough to seem cheery. “I’d still rather play fair. If we happen to lose a challenge then whatever happens, happens.” 

That was enough for her, deciding to make your team purposely lose. People would suspect it from you but not from her. She could even get Sierra and Heather in on it. 

You wanted to be alone after, sneaking away from first class. You found a corner hidden away from everyone and sank down. Being alone meant you finally felt everything that just happened. Your boyfriend really kissed your best friend. You felt your heart crack inside your chest and the dam finally burst. 

You sobbed into your hands, using them to muffle whatever noises left you. It almost worked, had a certain someone not been snooping around. Alejandro found you in your corner crying your heart out. It’s exactly as he had hoped for. To get you alone and charm his way into your trust. Except standing in front of you now, he wasn’t so sure of his plan. 

“May I offer some comfort?” he asks, sitting beside you. 

You stop crying immediately and wipe your tear stained cheeks. You clear your throat and look away. “No, I’m fine. Completely fine.” 

“Of course, I didn’t mean to insinuate you weren’t,” he says, giving you a charming and gentle smile. 

You furrow your brows and stare at him, seeing straight through him. You didn’t trust Alejandro, from the beginning of this season. You saw what he did to Bridgette and LeShawna. You weren’t going to let him get to you the same way. 

“What do you want?” you ask. 

“My, I didn’t expect such a beautiful lady to be so harsh,” he places a hand over his heart and feigns being hurt. 

It makes you roll your eyes and cross your arms. “Listen, you may have everyone fooled but not me. And I’m not in the mood right now.” 

“I know,” he smiles again, this time showing his true intentions behind it. You were too smart for your own good and there was no point pretending. “But I figured now was as good a time as any.” 

“For?” 

“I propose an alliance between the two of us.” 

“You want an alliance with me? Why?” your eyes narrow and you’re even more weary of him. 

He was quiet for a moment, unsure of how to answer. What excuse could he say without giving away how he really felt? He didn’t want to admit that he actually felt bad and angered. No one should have ever broken your heart, much less someone like Duncan. But saying that out loud would mean having to admit how he felt. He wouldn’t. In a competition like this, feelings were a weakness. 

“To get back at Duncan, of course,” he answers. “If he sees us working together, it’ll irk him. Seeing you move on will definitely be a punch to the gut.” 

“Oh right, it’ll definitely be a punch to the gut when he’s making out with Gwen,” your voice cracks at the end, vision blurring. 

Alejandro’s heart wrenches at your sadness and anger bubbles in his chest. Duncan didn’t deserve you, not for a second. He abandoned you at the beginning of the competition and you just accepted him like it was nothing when he came back. He hated it and he hated you a little bit for it. Except now was his chance to get you to see him and forget about Duncan. 

He wraps an arm around your shoulders without thinking about it. Your pulled closer to him, facing him only inches away. “No offense, but you’re not exactly my type.” 

He laughs and gives you an ever so charming smile. “Don’t worry, that’s not my intention,” he lies. 

“And what are your intentions?” 

“It’s like I said, an alliance with you. Not only will it be revenge on Duncan but I’ll take you to the final two with me.” 

“Oh really? Why would you take me to the final two? I would’ve imagined you’d want someone like Heather.” 

“Heather? While she is lovely, she’s not my type. And I happen to like someone else,” he says, looking at you earnestly. 

Your heart skips a beat and you blame it on your bundled feelings. You push him away, making space between the two of you. Honestly, his deal sounded nice even if he ended up double crossing you. At least you could distract yourself from what Duncan and Gwen did. 

“Okay, on one condition. If you stab me in the back at any point, you vote yourself off.” 

He doesn’t even hesitate as he answers, all that matters is that he’s got you on his side. “Deal.” 

[pisscrossiant]

PART THREE OF MY DRAGON AGE: ORIGINS HEADCANONS BECAUSE IT'S MY CURRENT HYPERFIXATION

The last part was super long I'm sorry for that 😭 I'll try to keep this one a bit shorter

Tw// NSFW themes, mention of s*icide (warning before hand)

Alistair has accidentally called Wynne mom on multiple different occasions, he gets embarrassed when it happens but Wynne doesn't mind at all.

To the younger party members Wynne is like a mother figure, especially since most of their mom's either died or are just shitty.

Morrigan doesn't want to admit it but she wishes Wynne had raised her rather than Flemeth. She loves her Mother but she knows her mother doesn't love her, even though she doesn't get along well with Wynne a part of her wishes Wynne had been in place of Flemeth.

Leliana can sew pretty well, she'll sew blankets for the party members with fabric they choose. She'll patch their shirts up too but Wynne does that a lot more then she does.

Morrigan's favorite party member (besides the Warden) is Leliana, Leliana and her get along very well.

Oghren has tried to fight Zevran multiple times, ESPECIALLY if Zev is in a relationship with the warden. He'll be like "You're dating my favorite person?? Meet me outside." And he'll forget that they're together then he sees them making out in camp then tries to fight him again.

Oghren likes making fun of Alistair for being a virgin.

Leliana and Morrigan have gotten drunk and explored each other's bodies before

Tw// s*icide mentioned

Leliana calls Morrigan hot non chalantly

Alistair has attempted before. (I hope you get that reference but honestly I feel like he has)

Okay so to elaborate, Alistair, after Ostagar had felt as if he abandoned his father figure, and didn't deserve to live if Duncan died. The Warden found him as he was about to and stopped him, he's been greatful to them ever since.

//s*icide mention OVER

Morrigan constantly asks Mahariel what being Dalish was like, she is deeply interested in elven lore, everything she knows about ancient elves, and the Dalish she learned from Mahariel.

Leliana watches people sleep

Morrigan and Alistair helped Mahariel bury Tamlen after the incident at camp. (Still not over him I was so attached to him 🥲)

If Ruck is kept alive, when the Warden goes into the deep roads they go to visit him and they'll give him jewels and presents.

Mentioning Ruck, after they tell Filda he's dead, and she gives the Warden his father's shield, they give him the shield when they visit him next.

Alistair used to cook all the time but he gave the party food poisoning and after that he's not allowed to make the food.

Wynne, Leliana, Zevran and sometimes Morrigan make the food now.

Alistair gets very protective of the warden, even without romancing him, he's very protective of them in almost a brotherly way.

Morrigan likes to turn into a spider to scare Alistair

Zevran is a very light sleeper, up until he trusts the party enough that he sleeps like he's dead because he knows they'll protect him if shit hits the fan.

Morrigan's part of camp is the designated s-x area, considering how far it is from everyone else (also in the cutscenes that's where y'all are fucking) she just goes and sits by the fire with everyone else till they're done, they clean up afterwards ofc and they use their own bed rolls.

Oghren gets in fights with people that call the (elven) Warden a 'knife ear', every time someone says that to them he pulls up to their house.

Sten likes to learn about Dalish/Dwarven culture, he asks the warden questions about it 24/7, he's deeply fascinated with them.

Leliana and Morrigan have the biggest Sapphic crushes on each other,

Zevran and Leliana talk about women and men the find attractive together, especially if they turn onto the topic of the Warden, they're like "You find to Warden hot? ME TOO!"

That's all I have for this part I'm honestly running out of headcanons especially because the last part was SO LONG😭

Might be a part four but if there is it'll probably take a while ✋🏻

[ihavemanyhusbands]

This might sound pathetic but can we get a lil hurt/comfort with Duncan? 🥹

He's in his cabin in during a harsh winter evening when he nears a knock on the door, it's the reader, beaten and bruised and she's looking for shelter. Duncan takes care of her wounds and ends up holding her to sleep since she's scared of the sounds of the thunders outside 🥺

NOT PATHETIC AT ALL IT WOULD BE MY ABSOLUTE HONOR TO WRITE THIS FOR YOU!!!!! (I love this idea sm thank you!!!!!)

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Duncan thought you were a dream at first; a snowy mirage. Frost clung to your hair, lashes, and eyebrows. Your lips had taken on a purplish hue, and you were clearly scraped and battered, trembling all over.

He pulled you inside as soon as his shock passed. Wordlessly, he led you in front of the fireplace and went to fetch a blanket. He wrapped it around you and went to find his first aid kit as you stayed staring emptily at the fire.

He knelt in front of you, but you didn’t seem to notice him. He was a large man and had a self described “mean mug”, so he was very much intimidating to others. But he was surprised that you didn’t even flinch at his nearness.

“Can you tell me your name?” He asked, his gravelly voice soft as he could make it. “Or what happened to you?”

You turned your head towards him, blinking once. Your body was still trembling slightly, but at least your lips had recovered their normal color. His gaze lingered there for just one second too long, and then he met your gaze again.

He surmised you were in shock, not having said one word yet, your eyes unable to really focus on anything. You let him take your hands to examine the scratches on your arms, and he set out to carefully patch them up.

When you first said your name, he could barely hear it, but he looked up in surprise at the fact you’d spoken. He prompted you to repeat it, and you said it just a little louder.

“I crashed my car. The snow was too dense, and I just couldn’t see anything… I don’t even know what I hit. I just saw your cabin and stumbled over here…” you murmured. “It was all so fast. I’m so sorry for intruding, I just… didn’t want to freeze.”

“Don’t apologize, you did what you had to do,” he said. “My name is Duncan. Sorry that we’re meeting under these circumstances, but I’ll do my best to help you.”

“Thank you,” you said, and it was then that you broke down crying.

For a moment he was unsure what to do, but then he got up to get you some tissues. The sounds of the storm outside only worsened as he continued to take care of your wounds. He was relieved to find nothing was broken or bleeding too profusely.

You wept quietly for a little while longer, letting all the fear and adrenaline wash over you and leave your system. He boiled some water for tea and offered you some stew that he’d also had for supper, which you took gratefully.

He started making a bed on the couch for you, but then he saw you almost jump out of your skin at the sound of thunder. He couldn’t blame your nerves for being all frayed after the accident.

“U-um, could I maybe…?” You started to ask, and he nodded immediately.

“You can sleep on the bed. I promise I will not do anything to you,” he said reassuringly. “We’ll see how it’s looking tomorrow. If the weather’s good, I could drive you into town to get a tow truck.”

You nodded, your body visibly sagging in relief. “I’m tired, I think I’m going to go to sleep now if that’s okay.”

You slid into his bed sheepishly, curling up with the extra blanket he had given you. He finished up some things before joining you, keeping a respectful distance — at least as much as his bed would allow.

“Thank you,” you said again, looking at his profile as he lay on his back. “I owe you my life.”

Those words hit him hard in the chest. After so long of being a harbinger of death, of wielding it so closely, it was a welcome reprieve to save someone.

You snuggled closer to him, searching his warmth in your semi-conscious state. He wrapped an arm around you, more than content to pretend he wasn’t completely alone at least for one night.

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[lousypotatoes]

All Over My Blonde South

"Boy, you make it, make it right

My temperature is super high

If I scream, if I cry

It's only 'cause I feel alive~"

Turn Me On - David Guetta, Nicki Minaj

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Dear Mom and Dad, I'm doing fine

You guys are on my mind

You asked me what I wanted to be

And now I think the answer is plain to see

I wanna be famous

I wanna live close to the sun

Well pack your bags 'cause I've already won

Everything to prove nothing in my way

I'll get there one day

I wanna be famous

Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na

I wanna be

I wanna be

I wanna be famous

I wanna be

I wanna be famous~

Y/N stood at the top of the cliff, looking down in the water below her, legs shaking in fear.

"Okay, today's challenge is threefold," Chris said to the twenty-three contestants, all standing in their swimsuits. "Your first task is to jimp off this one-thousand-foot-high cliff into the lake."

"Piece of cake," Bridgette mumbled to Y/N.

"There's no way, it's that easy," Y/N mumbled back.

"If you look down, you will see two target areas," Chris explained. "The wider area represents the part of the lake that we have stocked with psychotic, man eating sharks."

Y/N felt like she was gonna barf, faint, and her pee herself all at once.

"Inside that area is a safe zone," Chris said. "That's your target area, which we're pretty sure is shark free."

"Excuse me?" Leshawna asked.

"For each member of your team that jumps and actually survives," Chris said, ignoring Leshawna. "There will be a crate of supplies waiting below. Inside each crate are supplies that you'll need for the second part of the challenge, building a hot tub!"

"The team with the best one gets to have a wicked hot tub party tonight." Chris said. "The losers will be sending someone home. Let's see, Killer Bass, you're up first."

'I'm going to die,' Y/N thought. 'I'm literally going to die.'

"Oh wow," Bridgette said, looking down into the water. "So, who wants to go first?"

Nobody on the Killer Bass team said a word.

"So, who's up?" Eva asked.

"Ladies first," Duncan said.

"Fine, I'll go," Bridgette said shakily. "It's no big deal. Just an insane cliff dive into a circle of angry sharks." she finished, swan diving off the cliff, not even screaming.

Looking down, Y/N saw that she landed right in the safe zone, waving up at them.

"She did it! Yeah!" Tyler exclaimed. "I'm next!"

Tyler got a running start and jumped off the cliff.

"Cowabunga!" Tyler screamed as he fell down.

Instead of landing straight into the water, Tyler landed one of the buoys, then slid into the safe zone.

"Duncan, can you promise me something?" Y/N asked as Geoff jumped down.

"What is it?" Duncan asked, his eyebrow raised.

"When I jump down, could you maybe help me out of the water?" she asked.

"You don't know how to swim?" Duncan asked, as Eva jumped off shouting, "Look out below!"

"I do," Y/N explained. "I just don't like not being able to touch the bottom. It freaks me out."

"Sure thing, sweetheart, I'll help you out." Duncan said.

"Thanks," Y/N said.

"Don't mention it," he replied before jumping off.

Next, it was DJ's turn to jump.

He was looking down in the water, a scared look on his face.

"Uh-uh, no way man," DJ said. "I'm not jumping."

"Scared of heights?" Chris asked.

"Yeah, ever since I was a kid." DJ answered.

"That's okay, big guy," Chris said. "Unfortunately, that also makes you a chicken, so you'll have to wear this for the rest of the day!"

Chris placed an ugly, yellow chicken hat on DJ's head.

"Oh man, for real?" DJ asked.

Chris then started clucking like a chicken, making Isabell cringe.

"That means the chicken path down is that way," Chris said, pointing to an escalator behind him.

Y/N watched as DJ sadly went down the escalator.

Next, it was Ezekiel's turn to jump.

On the way down, Ezekiel hit a very big rock, but still landed in the safe zone, making the rest of the team cheer.

"Yes!" Harold exclaimed, jumping down in the splits position.

As he fell, he fell hard, slapping his groin against the water.

His cry of pain rung out all throughout the camp, making Y/N wince.

'Sheesh,' she thought. 'Hope he's okay.'

"Ooh, hate to see that happen." Chris smiled.

"Excuse me, Chris, I have a medical condition," Courtney said.

"What condition?" Chris asked.

"A condition that prevents me from jumping off cliffs." Courtney answered.

"You can chicken out if you want," Chris smirked. "But it might end up costing your team the win. And then they'll hate you.

"It's a calculated risk," Courtney smirked. "I've seen the other team, and I don't think nine of them will jump."

"All right, here is your chicken hat," Chris said, placing the ugly hat on Courtney's head.

"So, let's tally up the results," Chris said, pulling out a clipboard. "Hold on, that's eight jumpers, and two chickens. We're missing two."

Before Y/N could speak up, Katie and Sadie interrupted her.

"I'm not jumping without Katie" Sadie whined.

"We have to be on the same team Chris!" Katie cried.

"Please, please!" the two of the begged.

"I'll switch places with her," Izzy said, raising her hand.

"All right, fine," Chris groaned. "You're both on the Killer Bass now. Izzy, you're on the Screaming Gophers."

"That means you're up girls," he said to Katie and Sadie.

"We're coming Killer Bass!" the two of them screamed as they jumped.

"We still have one more jumper left," Chris said. "Y/N, you're up next."

Y/N looked down in the water, her legs shaking and her lip quivering.

She could hear the rest of her teammates either telling her to 'jump already!' or 'you can do it Y/N!'

"You can do this Y/N," she mumbled, hyping herself up. "You can do this."

Taking a deep breath and plugging her nose, she jumped off the cliff. She could feel her H/C hair whip around her face. She squeezed her eyes shut, not making a noise, even when she felt the cold water smack her skin.

Trying to hold her head above the water, she coughed and sputtered.

"Gimme your hand!" yelled a voice.

Looking up, she saw Duncan in a boat, holding out his hand.

Y/N grabbed his hand, and mustering all his strength, Duncan pulled her into the boat.

"I told you I would be there to help you," Duncan panted, the boat taking both of them to shore. "You okay?"

"Yup," Y/N laughed, rubbing her eyes. "I can't believe I just did that."

"Yeah," Duncan chuckled. "For a second I thought you weren't gonna jump."

"Oh, it truly wounds me that you think that low of me," Y/N said, the two of them getting off the boat and onto shore.

"Oh my gosh! Are you okay?" Bridgette said, running up to Isabell.

"Yeah, I'm okay," Y/N sheepishly said. "I'm just not a very strong swimmer."

"You're so cool for jumping even though you can't swim!" Katie suddenly cheered.

"Oh well, um," Y/N blushed. "Thanks, I guess"

Suddenly, they all heard Heather screaming.

Y/N turned and saw Heather splash in the water.

"Leshawna!" Heather screamed up. "I'm going to fucking kill you!"

"Hey, I threw you in the safe zone, didn't I?" Leshawna yelled back, before jumping off the cliff.

"How many people you think are gonna jump?" Bridgette asked Isabell.

"Hopefully less than us," Y/N replied.

Next to jump was Lindsay, then Gwen, Cody, Izzy, and Justin.

Justin landed very far from the safe zone.

"He's toast," Duncan mumbled.

Y/N saw the sharks getting closer and closer to him.

"Oh, I can't watch," she said, closing her eyes, but keeping them open just a little.

Instead of attacking him, the sharks started fawning over Justin, bringing him safely to shore.

"Woah," Y/N chuckled. "That's something you don't see everyday,"

"You're telling me," Duncan laughed.

The next person that was supposed to jump was Beth, but she got too scared and chickened out.

"Let's just hope two more people chicken out," Bridgette said.

The only person left to jump was Owen.

"Okay campers, there's only one person left," Chris called down with a megaphone. "You guys need this jump for the win. No pressure dude."

"Okay, there's pressure!"

~Confessionals~

"Oh, I was pretty darn nervous," Owen said. "See the thing is, I'm not that strong a swimmer."

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~Confessionals~

"I'm looking at this guy and thinking 'there's no way he's gonna make it.'" Geoff said.

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~Confessionals~

"I actually thought, 'if he jumps this, he's gonna die.'" Gwen said.

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Y/N looked up at cliff in suspense, biting her nails.

In what seemed like forever, Owen finally jumped off the cliff, screaming as he fell.

When he made contact with the water, he created a big splash that knocked Y/N off her feet.

Y/N now was soaked, again.

"Great," Y/N groaned, wringing her hair out.

"Yes! Yeah!" Owen exclaimed, still in the water. "Who's the man?"

The Screaming Gophers started cheering, making Y/N glare at Courtney and DJ in distaste.

She mostly glared at Courtney, though.

"The winners, The Screaming Gophers!" Chris called down with the megaphone.

Owen started looking around the water, a concerned look on his face.

"That was awesome dude!" Trent said, then seeing Owen's concerned face. "What's wrong?"

"I uh," Owen stuttered. "I think I lost my bathing suit."

"That's disgusting," Y/N said, walking off to change into her regular clothes.

Using all her strength, Y/N tried pushing the crate of supplies down the shore, staring at the other team, wishing she had the cart.

"I swear, if we lose this challenge, I'm committing a felony," Y/N said through gritted teeth. "I did not jump off a one-thousand-foot cliff just to lose."

"This fucking sucks," Duncan panted, leaning on his crate. "When this is over, I'm taking a fat nap."

"Ow!" Courtney said from behind Y/N. "I think I just got a splinter!"

Eva walked over to Courtney, picked up her crate and slammed it back down on the ground.

"Shut it and pick up your fucking crate!" Eva snapped. "Chicken!"

"Hey! I'm the only one with CIT camping experience here," Courtney whined. "You need me!"

"You're only saying that so we don't vote you off," Y/N glared. "Now please stop complaining, you're giving me a headache."

Courtney gave Y/N a dirty look, but went back to pushing her crate.

Y/N continued pushing her crate, wincing every time she got a splinter in her hand.

"I got to take a whiz," Tyler spoke up.

"Hurry up, we're already behind," Eva said as Tyler walked off.

"Oh, I have to go to," Katie said.

"You do?" Sadie said. "Oh my gosh, me too!"

"Can you three please hurry up?" Y/N called out.

"Someone's impatient," Duncan smirked.

"I hope you get eaten by a shark," Y/N rolled her eyes.

"Ooh, that hurts sweetheart," Duncan laughed.

Y/N smacked his shoulder.

"Are you like this all the time?" Y/N asked.

"Pretty much, yeah," Duncan replied.

"Oh yay, lucky me,"

After a few minutes, Tyler, Katie, and Sadie came back from peeing, the team started pushing their crates again.

If Y/N heard Sadie and Katie complain about their itchy asses one time, she was gonna snap.

It had been almost forty-five minutes, and The Killer Bass were still nowhere near the campground.

Chris noticed this and pulled up a four-wheeler.

"You guys are way behind the other team," he said. "Like way behind. What's the problem?"

"Their butts are itchy," Y/N heard Courtney say.

Y/N turned around to say something but then saw Courtney and jumped in surprise.

Where her eye was, there was a massive bug bite, all swollen. Y/N could barely see her eye.

"Gah!" Chris cried, also seeing her eye. "Holy shit, that's bad!"

"Did you guys squat down when you peed in the woods?" Bridgette asked Katie and Sadie.

"Yeah," Katie answered, scratching continuously at her butt.

"Did you happen to notice what plants you were squatting over?"

"They were kind of oval shaped, and green, and all over the place." Sadie said.

"Were they low to the ground? About this big?" Bridgette asked, trying not to laugh.

Katie and Sadie nodded.

"You guys squatted on poison ivy."

Y/N started laughing really hard, she had to lean on her crate to support herself.

"No way," Chris laughed, as Katie and Sadie whined and screamed. "That's awesome!"

In what seemed like forever, The Killer Bass finally made it to the campsite. Y/N saw that the other team was already WAY ahead on building their hot tub.

"There's no way we're gonna win this," she mumbled.

"Let's just try to do our best," Bridgette said, but it seemed like she already knew that they we're going to win as well.

They set their crates down, Y/N stretched out and popped her back.

"Finally," Harold sighed.

"Hey, what's up guys?" Trent smiled.

"Hey, aren't you missing a couple of white girls?" Leshawna asked.

Y/N couldn't care less if Katie and Sadie were missing. They were annoying and gave her a headache.

"They're getting a drink," Courtney said.

"Yeah, if they drink with their butts," Harold said to Ezekiel.

"Funny," Ezekiel laughed, making Y/N back up in disgust.

Leshawna stared at Courtney in horror, making Y/N giggle.

"Oooh, what happened to your eye, girl?" Leshawna asked in shock.

"Nothing, just an allergy," Courtney said.

"I think it's getting worse," Ezekiel pointed out.

"Shut up!" Courtney whispered. "We don't want them to know that?"

"Why?" Y/N asked. "Are you afraid they're gonna use it against us?"

Courtney glared at Isabell but ignored her.

"Okay, dudes," Geoff said from the top of the crates. "It's not too late, we can do this!"

Y/N backed up farther away from Ezekiel when she saw him picking his nose.

"Ew!" Courtney said.

"What?" Ezekiel asked, wiping his hand on his pants.

"That's actually super gross," Y/N grimaced.

"Okay, look guys," Courtney said, standing up. "We have a hot tub to complete, and we need a project manager. Since I've actually been a CIT before, I'm electing myself. Any objections?"

"Where do we begin cyclops?" Duncan said.

"Open the crates," Courtney snapped, getting in Duncan's face. "Bridgette, go find those itchy girls. We need all the help we can get."

"This hot tub fucking sucks," Y/N mumbled, after they were all done. "I bet even poor people have hot tubs that look better then this."

"Woahh," Duncan laughed. "That's harsh."

"I only speak the truth,"

Chris inspected the other teams hot tub, looking for any kind of mistakes.

After a few minutes, he finally said something.

"This is an awesome hot tub!" he said.

The other team started cheering, making Y/N glare at Courtney and DJ.

Mostly Courtney, though.

She didn't know what, but there was something about Courtney that Y/N absolutely did not like.

Now, it was time for the Killer Bass' hot tub to be inspected. Y/N already knew they were going to lose, but she still waited in anticipation.

Chris tapped on the base of the hot tub, and water instantly shot back in his face.

As he wiped the water off his face, the hot tub fell apart, wood and water going everywhere.

"Well, I think we have a winner here," Chris said, staying silent for a moment. "The Screaming Gophers!"

Y/N looked down at the ground in disappointment, while the other team cheered. She already knew they were going to lose, but she still didn't like the feeling of it.

"Gophers, you're safe from elimination, and you get to rock this awesome hot tub for the rest of the summer! Bonus!"

The Screaming Gophers started to cheer even louder.

"Killer Bass, what can I say? Stinks to be you right now. I'll see your sorry butts at the bonfire tonight."

Deciding she didn't want to be there any longer, Y/N started walking around the island.

"Hey, wait up!" Duncan said, catching up with her. "Where you going?"

"Anywhere where the other team isn't," Y/N groaned.

"Hey, we'll win the next challenge," Duncan said, trying to cheer her up. "DJ and Courtney are just a bunch of pussies."

Y/N laughed. "Yeah, hopefully you're right."

"It's the end of the challenge now," Duncan smirked. "Didn't you say you were going to tell me your name, sweetheart?"

"I don't know if I really want to tell you it," Y/N said, a sly smile on her face. "I kind of like it when you call me sweetheart."

Duncan's eyes widened, and for the first time since they'd been on the island, he didn't have anything to say, not used to a girl flirting back with him.

"Oh calm down, Duncan," Y/N laughed. "I'm just messing with you. Y/N. My name is Y/N. Are you happy?"

"Very," Duncan remarked, now being able to talk. "Y/N. A pretty name for a pretty girl."

"Oh, stop you're making me blush," Y/N smirked. "It's almost time for dinner, so I'll be heading to the mess hall now. Care to join me?"

"You don't even have to ask, Y/N," Duncan said.

It was quiet in the mess hall, the only noises that could be heard was the sound of chewing and silverware clanking. Y/N sat in between Duncan, and to her dislike, Courtney.

"So uh, what do we do now?" Katie asked.

"We have to figure out who we're gonna vote off," Courtney said.

"Isn't it obvious?" Y/N said, swallowing her food. "It's either going to be you or DJ."

"What?" Courtney gasped. "Why?"

"You two are the only ones wearing those ugly hats," Y/N said.

"And if we ever have to lift a truck," Duncan added on. "I like our odds with the big guy."

"I second that," Y/N said, making DJ smile even wider.

"You guys need me!" Courtney whined. "I'm the only one-"

"We know," Bridgette interrupted. "You used to be a real CIT. So would you pick?"

"What about him?" Courtney said, pointing to Tyler.

"No!" Lindsay suddenly yelled from the other table.

Everybody in the room looked at her in confusion.

" I mean, no salt," Lindsay stuttered. "There's no salt on the table, bummer."

"Fine then, what about her?" Courtney pointed to Y/N.

"Excuse me?" Y/N snapped.

"Hey, at least she jumped off the cliff, chicken wing," Duncan snarled.

"Shut up!" Courtney yelled.

"I think you're the one that needs to shut up you uptight bitch," Y/N mumbled.

"What did you just call me?" Courtney glared.

"You heard me," Y/N smirked.

"Oh, you are so dead," Courtney snapped.

"Okay, let's just chill out," Geoff intervened. "This is getting way too heavy."

"I've had enough prison food for one day," Duncan said, getting up. "I'm gonna go have a nap."

"You can't do that!" Courtney called out. "We haven't decided who's going yet!"

"Well, I just don't get why we lost, ay," Ezekiel spoke up. "They're the ones that have six girls."

Everyone in the mess hall gasped.

Y/N, Bridgette, and Eva crowded around him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Bridgette angrily asked.

"Yeah homeschool, enlighten us, "Eva said, smashing her fist on the table.

"And you better choose your words very wisely," Y/N snarled.

"Well, guys are much stronger and better at girls than girls are," Ezekiel replied without a second thought.

All the guys in the room backed away from any of the girls they were near.

"Oh snap, he did not just say that!" Geoff laughed.

"Not the time Geoff!" Y/N snapped.

"My dad told me to look out for the girls here, ay," Ezekiel said. "And help them in case they can't keep up."

Y/N had to hold herself from punching that little freak.

Eva grabbed him by his neck and lifted him up in the air.

"Still think we need your help keeping up?" Eva asked.

"Uh, not really," Ezekiel said.

"Okay, guys, let's give him a break," Geoff said.

Eva dropped Ezekiel down to the floor.

"At least he doesn't think that guys are smarter than girls." Geoff said.

"But they are,"

"That's it," Y/N snapped before pouncing onto Ezekiel.

Y/N knocked him back onto the floor. With one of her hands she grabbed onto his neck, and with her other hand, she started punching all over his face.

"Still think guys are smarter, hm?" Y/N angrily said.

She could hear all the other girls cheering for her.

"Mess him up, YN!" Katie and Sadie said.

Suddenly, Y/N felt two pairs of arms latch onto her. As much as she tried to fight them, the pairs of arms lifted her off of Ezekiel.

"Woah, calm down, Y/N!" DJ said.

"That was fucking crazy!" Geoff exclaimed.

Y/N shrugged their arms off her. She smirked when she saw that she had given Ezekiel two black eyes and a bloody lip and nose.

"If I ever hear you saying shit like that again," Y/N said in a dark voice to Ezekiel. "I'll do more than just give you a black eye and a bloody nose."

Everyone stared at her in in either awe or horror as she walked out of the mess hall.

She couldn't wait to tell Duncan what just happened.

It was now the time where the Killer Bass would have to watch someone walk onto the Dock of Shame and go home.

All of the girls, including Y/N were smirking at Ezekiel.

"Dude, you've got a lot to learn about the real world," Duncan said to Ezekiel, disgust on his face.

"Killer Bass," Chris sternly said. "At camp, marshmallows represent a tasty treat that you enjoy roasting by the fire."

"At this camp, marshmallows represent life," Chris said dramatically.

Y/N saw that Geoff was making a cute gesture to Bridgette making her giggle. When Y/N made eye contact with Bridgette, she wiggled her eyebrows, making Bridgette blush.

"You've all cast your votes and made your decision," Chris said. "There are only eleven marshmallows on this plate. "When I call your name, come up and claim your marshmallow. The camper who does not receive a marshmallow tonight must immediately return to the Dock of Shame to catch to Boat of Losers. That means you're out of the contest. And you can't come back. Ever."

"The first marshmallow goes to...Geoff,"

Geoff smiled and walked up to claim his marshmallow.

"Tyler,"

"Woohoo! Yeah!" Tyler exclaimed. "Place at the table!"

"Katie,"

"Bridgette,"

"DJ,"

"Harold,"

"Yes," he said.

"Sadie,"

"Oh yay!" she said, hugging Katie. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Duncan,"

Duncan smirked and walked up to claim his marshmallow.

"And Y/N,"

Y/N breathed a sigh of relief and got her marshmallow, standing next to Duncan.

"You really did a number on that guy," Duncan whispered.

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" Y/N whispered back.

"Obviously,"

"Then thanks,"

"Campers," Chris interrupted. "This is the final marshmallow of the evening."

Y/N glared at both Courtney and Ezekiel. Although she didn't like both of them, she would rather see Ezekiel get voted off.

"Courtney," Chris finally said, after a long dramatic silence.

Courtney sighed in relief and ran to get her marshmallow.

Ezekiel had a look of sadness on his face, making Y/N feel a little bit bad, but not really.

"Can't say I'm shocked," Chris said. "I saw you picking your nose, dude, not cool."

"Dock of Shame is that way, bro," Chris said, pointing in the opposite direction.

With a satisfied smile, Y/N watched Ezekiel walk down the dock, and get into the boat.

"The rest of you, enjoy your marshmallows," Chris said. "You're all safe. For tonight."

~Confessionals~

"Yep, this camp pretty much still stinks," Gwen said. "But now that I'm here, I guess I might as well actually try to win."

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~Confessionals~

"Maybe this show won't be that bad," Y/N said. "If you're watching this Dad, I love you and I miss you tons."

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Y/N walked by the Screaming Gophers hot tub, staring at them with jealousy.

Oh, how she wished she was in a hot tub right now, soaking away her worries.

As she walked back to the cabin, a lot of things were on her mind. Her dad, losing the challenge, Duncan.

But what was on her mind most was winning the whole competition. She would win Total Drama Island.

And she wouldn't let her dad down.

sorry that it took me a little bit to upload

i've been planning a trip to disneyland, so that's taken up a lot of my time

stay safe and drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

[total-drama-brainrot]

Question about p! Noah..

How would he hypothetically react to being stabbed. (Accidentally) Like not a deadly stab wound but one big enough for it to be considered concerning.

How would the rest of the cast react?

Ok so what I'm asking is how committed is p! Noah to the bit? How for would he go in such a serious situation. Maybe he didn't care at all and walked around bleeding? Maybe he was only thinking of ways to torment the others using this to his advantage. Idk.

Also love this au sm!!

"Hypothetically", just say you want to stab him. This is a safe space, I'm not judging. ...Okay I'm judging a little bit.

I actually have a few thoughts about reactions to stabbings, as someone who's been involved in more than my fair share of them, and generally I think a lot of people don't tend to understand just how much it fucking hurts to be stabbed, even when it's non-fatal. It is a very painful experience, even with the added anaesthetic of adrenaline, and seeing just how often media portrays people walking off stab wounds or regarding them as little more than scratches is just. Infuriating.

Now, I personally headcanon Noah as someone with a fairly high pain tolerance. This is backed by a lot of the bone-crushing and otherwise painful experiences he suffers through in the show and is generally able to shrug off without complaint (and really, Noah would realistically have so much chronic pain after World Tour in particular, given how much he's crushed, tossed and thrown about in that season alone). But that doesn't mean I think he can just brute-force his way through acting unconcerned by a literal stab wound.

Even p!Noah wouldn't have that unwavering of a constitution, and he's crazy. Though I do think he'd make a good effort of maintaining his persona as the unflappable unstable wildcard, he'd be quick to abscond from the situation at hand and treat the wound. Again, that shit hurts, and it's really hard to keep up any pretences under the pain of a stab wound, so getting himself out of the situation as fast as possible would be his top priority- the less time he spends around the others in his vulnerable state, the slimmer the chances are of them seeing behind his mask of mania to the scared person hidden behind it.

Because his detachment from reality is the vast majority of his defence mechanism game plan; if Noah allows himself to be seen as anything but the psychopath he's portrayed himself as- either by the audience or the now aware cast- he's lost practically everything he's spent seasons building up on camera. Letting himself be seen as vulnerable or even affected by something as "inconsequential" as a stab would is a no-go, so he'd stutter out a few witty zingers and bounce.

(Which is an incredibly unhealthy mindset to have, but p!Noah isn't exactly mentally sound even without his exaggerated persona. His commitment to The Bit is strong enough for him to momentarily disregard his physical wellbeing, but not enough to grant him the ability to completely ignore it.)

It'd play out something like this:

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Noah's eyes momentarily widened in shock as he felt the cold steel of Duncan's knife embed itself into the meat of his upper thigh. The pain was searingly sharp, molten agony burning like lava in his veins, and the bookworm found himself reflexively stumbling backwards from the punk.

"Did you just stab me?" He asked incredulously, sparing a glance down towards the weapon sticking out of his now ruined cargo shorts. The sight was almost comedic; Noah's oversized shorts rested against the hilt of the knife like cushions, completely blanketing the wound beneath them. He was almost amused enough to laugh, but the constant screaming of his nerves had his laughter congealing against the back of his throat with the rest of his saliva, leaving his mouth uncomfortably dry.

Duncan, in turn, seemed just as shocked by the turn of events. The delinquent's terrified blue eyes darted from Noah's face to the knife jutting out of his thigh. Which prompted the cynic to contort his grimace into a toothy grin, as any sign of weakness here would completely ruin his carefully cultivated image, though the edges of his smile were soured by the constant throbbing pain in his leg.

Truly, it was Noah's own fault. He shouldn't've provoked the stab-happy jailbird, but messing with Duncan was just too fun an opportunity to pass up.

"Oh fuck! Oh shit, dude, I'm so sorry!"

And he really was. Noah could tell by the shaky panic in his voice, the bulging of his ice-blue eyes, and the way Duncan seemed to curl self-consciously into himself. Not that the pessimist thought he had any right to act to timid- he was the one with the knife in his leg.

Again, Noah wanted nothing more than to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Here he was, stood before the resident metal-faced punk, brandishing the other's knife deep in the flesh of his thigh like some sort of twisted fashion statement. Every minor twitch and spasm of his muscles had white-hot agony lick at the back of his mind like flames, matching the welling heat of pained tears he desperately choked down; Noah refused to cry in front of Duncan, refused to let the other know just how much pain he was in.

He took a few tentative steps backwards, edging towards the exit of the Economy Cabin and towards the relative safety of the Confessional. Each step was a test in his composure, as every time he put even the slightest bit of weight onto his pierced leg Noah felt liquid hot torture bubble through his veins.

"Wow. I know you offered to give me a piercing, but don't you think this is a bit much?" Noah snarked, playing off the unsteady tightness of his voice as mirth with a humourless giggle, and disguising the wince he couldn't quite subdue as a cocky tilting of his head.

Noah placed a steadying hand on the doorframe of the exit, never once turning his back to his assaulter or letting his feral grin falter, as his tear-fogged eyes scanned across the cabin. He'd made it to the exit, but really needed a moment to catch his breath. It was so hard to breath around the sharp, burning pain.

The cynic felt, more than saw, the concerned looks the other occupants of Economy were shooting him. In fact, both Owen and Alejandro had jumped from their seats to, assumedly, assist him. That wouldn't do- Noah staunchly refused to show any semblance of helplessness in front of Alejandro. The latino's hero complex and overblown ego would never let Noah hear the end of it, and making himself even the slightest bit sympathetic in front of their audience would offset the persona he'd worked so hard to maintain.

Damn his team and their inconstant bouts of humanity; concern was the last thing Noah wanted! The whole situation was jeopardising his image! He'd have to do something drastic to stop his well intentioned teammates from following him- something crazy.

"I'm keeping this, by the way."

The bookworm yanked the knife from it's nested perch in is thigh, scattering scarlet droplets of blood in its wake, and brandished his newfound weapon with performative flourish. It hurt like a bitch, and Noah had to force down a shudder at the feeling of his own rapidly welling blood as it began to trickle down his leg like molasses in rivulets of crimson. No doubt his shorts would be ruined, not that they weren't already.

A resounding cry of disbelief rattled through the cabin, though Noah payed it no mind.

It... probably wasn't the best idea, ripping the knife out of his stab wound. But Noah was nothing if not committed to his act, and it wasn't as if he could just re-plug the bleeding with the knife.

Unless? ...No, no that was stupid. The persistent throbbing pain of his sluggishly bleeding wound was probably just messing with his head.

It was, however, satisfying to watch the well-intentioned concern on the other's faces drain into white-faced revulsion and terror, as Noah playfully began to spin the blood soaked weapon between his fingers. Both Owen and Alejandro came to a halt a few meters away from him, the Spaniard in particular seemed to recoil at the stray droplets of the cynic's blood as his face took on a peculiar green tinge.

And Duncan stood shell-shocked in his original position, apparently still stunned by disbelief by his own actions. Not that Noah cared, but it was a little ironic to him; the big bad delinquent couldn't handle the ramifications of his own violence. How sad, Noah's heart was just bleeding for him- or was it his leg? It was hard to tell, the rapid loss of blood made his deductive skills a little wonky.

"Thanks for the gift, Duncey. Toodles!~"

With that, Noah skittered his way out of the cabin, leaving a trail of scarlet behind him.

"Dude, what the fuck."

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And then p!Noah hobbles his way to the Confessional to treat his stab wound and stop the bleeding. And probably has a little cry over it because ouch, being stabbed hurts. (Obviously he'd muffle the sounds of his sobs and agonised hissed breaths as he deals with the wound- he wouldn't want anyone overhearing his moment of weakness.)

Then, of course, he remembers that the Confessional is decked out with a camera and quickly re-masks into his usual persona and waxes poetic about how pretty he looks covered in his own blood, and how Duncan was so generous in gifting him his prized knife, and how Noah would love to repay the favour. Or something along those lines.

Duncan in this scenario would have the added bonus of not only dealing with the guilt of stabbing someone, but also the paranoia of Noah's rebuttal. Of which Noah would relish in, because of course he would.

As for the others, Noah would make a conscious and continuous effort to keep them as unconcerned with his wellbeing as possible, since his whole goal is to make himself seem as inhuman and unstable as possible. Letting the others care about him would humanise Noah in the eyes of the cast and the audience at large, which is a big no-no for his game plan.

That doesn't mean he wouldn't let Owen fuss over him in private; Owen's one of the very few people around who knows that a lot of Noah's instability is an exaggeration, so Noah isn't as hesitant to lower his walls.

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Total Drama Wedding Rush (Alenoah fic I'm workin on)

THE ALENOAH BRAINROT PEOPLE 🥴🥴🥴 This one is super self indulgent I think, it's just me wanting to write them falling hopelessly in love with each other in the most inopportune situations I can throw at them 😛

This is basically a crossover of all TD series in a way, and although the focus is on the two stubborn geniuses, some of my favorite ships are definitely there 🥰🥰

So here what I got so far:

Set maybe 5 years after Total Drama Island reboot, TDI contestants are around 35 years old while the reboot contestants are over 20 (LIKELY NOT CANON SHUSH 😅)

Total Drama Wedding Rush is a coupled race (Chris is totally NOT still salty about not hosting The Ridonculous Race and he is NOT retaliating with this show 🤥), with a bit of a McLean twist later on...

There's a million for grabs, obvi 🤑🤑

Couples will go through wedding-related challenges, wearing suits and dresses, tasting tests (oh boy), meeting the parents, all the way to the walk to the altar

It's not a real wedding though

Seriously Chris cannot stress this enough, he would never lie about this

... no, for real, it's not an actual wedding 😅

Chris wanted to make it real and hide it until the end to scare to death some contestants but his stupid marketing agent said no

Noah decides to join one last reality show with Owen before committing to his new job

All the most iconic couples of all TD series are allowed, Noah didn't think him and Owen were gonna get in but they did

He will try to find out the reason during the show because something feels fishy to him

Yes there is a reason

Some other couples are Trent and Gwen, Duncan and Courtney, Julia and MK, Shawn and Jasmine, Emma and Chase... (to be determined if such couples are a thing or they're here to collaborate for the prize)

So far I can 100% confirm Rajbow, Zoke, Samkota and Shasmine 😍😍😍

It is all fine and dandy at first, reunions, laughter, love... until Chris decides to mix up the couples first challenge 🙃🙃

Contestants looked too comfortable

To regain the chance to be with your "significant other" in this game now, you HAVE to win. The winners will get to stay in the Honeymoon Suite, a place with all the comfort and luxury for a couple (😏😏😏), until the next challenge

All other couples stay at the Saltysun Cabin (Chris is insanely proud of this one), one room for each couple with the least amount of hygiene and livability 🤢

The worst couple is up to elimination and the others vote who of the two will leave

If someone is left alone they can still participate to the challenges it will be extra hard for one person, and if they lose they'll get eliminated immediately

Obviously, Noah gets the eel 😶

Yes Alejandro got in with Heather, but their status seems to be unknown

Let's just say it will take a while before team Alenoah will win the chance to choose someone else as their partners

Neither of them are happy about it

... yet 😉😉