Synopsis: Over and over, the two meet, they fall in love, different circumstances, different timelines, different places. And yet, they always meet. They always fall in love. And they always, surprisingly, have a happy ending. Each timeline so different and so similar all at once.
Chapter One : Daughter of Ares and daughter of Demeter
Chapter Two : Goddess of survival and Goddess of heroes
A/n : Feel free to request certain tropes and others and I'll try to include them, and I'm also not sure how long this will last but who cares :3
With the last season of Stranger Things finished, I'm opening my requests to, currently only, Robin Buckley and Nancy Wheeler! I may be open to more characters later but just those two for now!
Authors Note : Again, I love writing for the underrated ones, so requests for people like Arasha, Tommy and Chanse are loved :3 I'm sorry if it isn't that good because I'm kind of sick but I wanted to post something in the last few days
Request : No one writes Tommy x male reader I needdddd
Warnings : None that I know of
Summary : When a bit starts to get too real, it leads to some confessions.
Word Count : 892
It was Chanse's idea. He had said that he wanted to do something for pride month, and the other queer people in the studio had agreed immediately. And out came the idea: Every Gay Couple Ever.
Everyone was hyped in getting ready for the video. The couples were thought out immediately and everyone had a lot of fun deciding who would be with who, and in the end, there was 20 different couples with different ideas.
Tommy and Y/N had been assigned the couple who were friends for ages and then rushed into all of the couple stuff. Which is what Angela had said to them, word for word.
The crew had decided it would be extremely funny if they put all the queer ships that the viewers shipped. Which included Y/N and Tommy, Angela and Amanda, Arasha and Courtney, Shayne and Spencer and plenty of others.
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It then came time for the actual shoot and Y/N was extremely nervous. He had seen the ship edits. Too many. And he had definitely sent a few to Courtney for.. Research purposes. Yeah. Totally.
He shook his head, not letting himself get too deep in thought. This was just a normal shoot. He couldn't think too deep about it. It's not like it was an actual relationship. He blinked and looked up as he felt eyes on him.
Looking around, his eyes met Tommy's who looked away immediately. His brows furrowed. Had he done something? Was Tommy mad at him? Hopefully it didn't make the shoot awkward. Or their friendship. Even if he wished for something more. But he'd much rather be friends than confess and it get awkward between them.
Not long after, he heard his and Tommy's names being called, indicating it was their turn to come on stage. He shook himself once and walked on stage but paused as he heard Tommy laugh.
"I'm so sorry, Y/N, but whenever you do that I always think of, like, a golden retriever dog."
He grinned and tilted his head, not entirely getting what he was laughing about.
"There! The head tilt too!"
He blinked in confusion as Tommy simply bumped his shoulder and walked past him. And he couldn't help but smile stupidly at the contact.
He took a deep breath and shut his eyes. It was fine. He was just pretending to be a couple with someone. He had done it many times before!! Just.. Not with his crush.. His crush that he was extremely, totally, stupidly in love with...
He was hopeless.
He opened his eyes as he heard someone shout that the camera would turn on in a few minutes. Currently, he was sat next to Tommy on a couch in one of the sets, the two were sat very close, their thighs touching. On the other side of him was Courtney, who would be asking them about their 'relationship'. The cameras started rolling and he put on his facade.
"So. How long have you two been dating?"
Y/N smiled. "Oh, about three months,"
"But we've been friends for 12 years!" Tommy added. Courtney's eyes widened in fake shock. "Wow. And how is the new relationship?"
He waved a hand. "It's been amazing. We've just moved in together."
"Really? Isn't it too soon?" Tommy shrugged.
"Not really. We've wasted a lot of time being just friends so why can't we rush the bit we should've done ages ago?"
He nodded. "Yeah and I love him, so why wait for stupid timings that were set by people who aren't us?"
Courtney nodded with a smile. "Well. I'm happy for you two." Tommy smiled back, snaking a hand around Y/N's waist and letting his head rest on his shoulder.
"Thank you, it means so much," He nodded, trying to stop the blush creeping up his neck at the close contact.
Luckily, he was saved by a loud "CUT." As soon as Tommy moved away, he made an excuse and walked out of the room.
It was so natural. Too natural. He splashed water on his face. He had to get over this now. He couldn't let this affect how he acted towards Tommy.
There was a knock at the bathroom door. He froze and cautiously opened the door to find the man himself standing there anxiously. He moved out of the way to let him in.
There was only enough time to click the door shut before Tommy blurted out to him in a massive rant. "I'm sorry I got so close in the video, I just kind of definitely wanted an excuse to touch you. Not in a weird way or anything. Just cause you're you and you're cool and cute and handsome and just.."
He trailed off as Y/N put a finger over his mouth. "You think I'm handsome?"
Tommy's face flushed red and he looked away. "Well, yeah. Anyone would be stupid not to think you are." He smiled and lunged forward, pushing his lips onto Tommy's. The latter man's eyes widened but it was only a few seconds before he was kissing back.
It felt like minutes before the two pulled away, only for the reason they both needed oxygen.
"So, I guess you could say you like me?" Tommy questioned and Y/N huffed out a laugh.
Can I please request an Arasha fic where the group is playing Werewolf and the reader is the minion or another Wolf or something that helps while Arasha is the Werewolf, and because of that the reader does everything in their power to make sure Arasha wins, either because of how much they love her and or maybe possibly a bribe? Something cutesy like that :3
Paws And Promises
Arasha Lalani x fem!reader
Authors Note : I literally squealed when I got this, I love Arasha so much and it's criminal how underrated she is and how little fics she gets. I also tried writing in third person instead, so pls tell me how you think of it!!
Warnings : N/A
Word Count : 1.5k
Summary : When you and Arasha are both paired as the werewolves, you know your crush (and competitive streak) push you to defend Arasha with all you have.
The game started out as normal, with Spencer as the host and a multitude of her friends playing, including Arasha, someone she considered as a close friend. The game went as normal, everyone lookes at their cards and Y/N glanced at hers to find Seer. She grinned as the game went on.
Shayne pressed play on the iPad that started the audio for the game. She listened intently, waiting for her turn. She waited for the werewolves, trying to hear any rustling, but surprisingly, there was none. Maybe the werewolves were just being sneaky.
Next was the minion. After that, it was her. She opened her eyes and looked at Spencer, she pointed at the deck to have two of the three middle cards revealed. He revealed them for there to be two werewolves. She gaped in surprise. No werewolves? "Seer, shut your eyes."
She did as the audio asked and waited patiently for all the players to do what they needed. Then it was time for them all to wake up. Opening her eyes, she glanced around suspiciously. Even if there were two werewolves in the centre, there was still the Tanner. Currently, the minion was irrelevant, with no werewolves to protect.
She waited patiently for others to say their roles. To accuse others, but she just waited for anyone to say anyone was a werewolf. She waited, staying silent as people grew increasingly suspicious of her. Courtney then spoke up.
"Y/N, you've been really quiet."
She looked up.
"Oh, uh, I've never played this before, so I'm just waiting so I can understand the basics of it all."
Arasha, Tommy and Amanda nodded, understanding that it was her first game. But what they didn't know was that she had watched most of the other werewolf games, except those without Arasha. But it wasn't solely because of that! Kind of.. Okay.. Maybe it was. But she couldn't help it! She was just.. Mentally inclined to watch it when Arasha appeared in it.
Then she got it. Courtney.
"Actually, I got the seer. I saw Y/N's card. She was a werewolf."
Her head snapped up. She grinned. Courtney paused.
"You're the Tanner."
One sentence was all she graced as Courtney spluttered.
"What, no, how, what?"
She straightened up.
"I'm the seer. I looked in the center and there was two werewolves."
Courtney's eyes widened as she struggled to find an excuse.
"Uh, why did you wait, if you were the seer?"
She grinned and leaned back. "I knew the two werewolves were in the center, but what I didn't know was if there was a Tanner, and I knew that if I didn't claim seer the Tanner would. Which is Courtney."
It was silent for a moment as the cogs in everyone's minds turned, making sense in Y/N's words.
"That was brilliant. You're brilliant." Arasha complimented which made her go red and stutter a thank you.
"Can we just, not vote, if there aren't any werewolves." Amanda asked. Spencer shrugged.
"I don't see why not." And so they didn't, and they won, everyone cheered for her and Arasha gave her a high five, which she cherished. And then it was time for the next round.
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The next round begun the same. She checked her card, minion.
"Hey! No peeking!" Shayne's voice rang through and she looked up to see Shayne bickering with Angela like they always did. Grinning, she looked at the camera and rolled her eyes playfully at the two acting like siblings.
Arasha giggled beside her and she glanced to see her laughing at herself. She tilted her head and gave her almost a lovesick smile that the viewers would no doubt zero in on immediately. They had caught on to her crush and she had seen enough edits of the two to know that.
Everyone put their cards back onto the table and Amanda started the game this time.
"Shut your eyes."
Y/N did as she asked and waited for her turn to go.
"Everyone close your eyes." She raised a brow at the audio, everyone had already shut their eyes and they didn't need the audio for that.
"Werewolves, wake up and look for other werewolves. If there is only one werewolf, you may look at a card from the center." As the audio quietened, she felt a shift beside her. Was Arasha the werewolf? She didn't know, but she would in a minute.
"Werewolf, close your eyes. Minion, open your eyes." Opening them, she glanced around. "Werewolves, stick out your thumb." She immediately looked at Arasha who had her thumb out. She grinned and shut her eyes at the audios request.
Then it was the seer, then the robber, and after that the troublemaker, then the drunk, and lastly, the insomniac.
"Everyone, reached out and move your card." She did so holding her hand out and brushing her hand against Arasha's accidentally. Her face heated up slightly and she shook her head, trying to get rid of the blush.
"Everyone, open your eyes!" She did so and glanced at Arasha who was already looking at her, she gave a small smile before focusing on what was at hand.
She was silent as everyone said their roles. This time Courtney was the robber, and that she swapped with Tommy who was the seer, and she found her opening. She laughed and everyone turned to her.
"What happened?"
"What's so funny?"
She waved a hand. "Oh, it's just, I'm the troublemaker and I swapped Tommy and Courtney's cards, which means what Courtney did, had no effect."
Courtney and the others laughed with her. Except for Tommy, who was eyeing her suspiciously.
"That's weird, because I checked the centre and one of the cards was the troublemaker."
She froze, trying to seem like a werewolf who had just been caught. She gave them a fake laugh.
"Oh, really? Uh.. That's.. Weird.." She fumbled, trying to find an excuse, but it was no use as they all voted her. She grinned triumphantly as she flipped over her card to reveal the minion.
"I win!"
Everyone groaned but Arasha gave her a high five and whispered to her.
"Good job. You're good at lying. Almost as good as me."
She rubbed the back of her neck, nervously laughing.
"Well, no one can be better than you."
She then heard a wolf whistle from her other side and felt Angela nudge her, she turned to her to find Angela with a smirk on her face. Immediately, she went red, knowing that Angela had also caught on to her little crush. She simply shushed her as the third, and final, game was prepared.
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It was now the third, and final, round. She glanced at everyone's faces. She had gotten the werewolf and was curious who else had also gotten it. She didn't get a proper chance though, instead, Shayne started the audio and everyone had to shut their eyes.
"Werewolves, look for other werewolves. If there is only one, you may look at a card in the centre." She opened her eyes and looked around until she met eyes with Arasha. Her eyes widened as Arasha gave her a small smile and a wave. She smiled back, shyly.
"Werewolves, close your eyes." She was about to, but Arasha gave her a wink before shutting her eyes, her face heated up as she screwed her eyes shut tightly.
"Minion, open your eyes, werewolves, please hold a thumbs up out for the minion to see." She did as the audio wanted. Pulling her hand back, she felt her hand brush Arasha's, but it seemed almost deliberate. She mentally shook her head, no, it was just delusions. There was no way Arasha had even an ounce of attraction towards her.
Before she knew it, it was time for them to open their eyes, she blinked them open, her eyed adjusting to the light after shutting them with such force.
She watched as everyone discussed, before jumping in on the conversation, she went to claim a role but.. "I'm the hunter!" Both her and Arasha said in unison before glancing at each other, she knew she needed to think fast so she corrected herself. "I was the robber before I swapped me and Arasha, so I'm the hunter now, and she's the robber."
Everyone nodded in understanding and continued accusing other people, meanwhile, Arasha gave her a smile and a high five under the table as the others discussed. The two worked together, adding on to each other's sentences and backing the other up, just enough for them to have solid alibis and make accusations, but not too much that they became suspicious and by the end of the timer, everyone pointed to Shayne except for Shayne himself who pointed to Angela.
Shayne revealed his card to be the seer, and everyone groaned and looked around for the werewolves. The two revealed their cards at the same time and Arasha cheered, giving Y/N a side hug, she grinned, full of adrenaline, as her face went red slightly, not enough to be noticeable.
If this is how every game went, she decided she didn't mind playing. In fact, she wanted to play more, just because of the possibility that herself and Arasha could team up again. Because, even though she wouldn't admit it aloud, she liked Arasha, and liked how well they both worked together.
Authors Note : I am not American so I have no idea what it's like so I apologize for any inaccuracies, same with any of the people being out of character, this is my first written fic ever.
Warnings : Mild language
Word Count : 1.1k
Summary : The trailer of SSG with an added person, you.
You looked up as a voice crackled through the intercom. "Good morning, class of 2005. It is another gorgeous day here at Smosh High. The sun is out, Gwen Stefani has left No Doubt, and we have some new students arriving today."
Rolling your eyes, you leaned back in your chair. Like anyone cared about some new students. It was Los Angeles, they had a new student almost every day.
"But I must say, they look a little old go be high schoolers."
You raised a brow at the intercom's comment. Clearly they were all too old to be in high school, most were in their 30s, with the exception of Arasha, Trevor and yourself.
You had situated yourself in the back, leaning your chair against the wall, watching chaos ensue all around you. The intercom crackled once more. "I'd like to personally ask whoever keeps installing " Halo" on the school computers.."
With a sigh, you tuned out the intercom, instead putting the earphones of your MP3 player in and switching on "The Hand That Feeds". Though your music was blasting, it did little to muffle the swarm of voices in the classroom.
With confusion, you watched as everyone's heads turned to the door in creepy unison. You followed suit, taking out an earbud. You watched as a man walked to the front of the room, wearing a grandma knit sweater vest.
Scrunching your nose in disgust, you looked him up and down, judging his.. interesting.. fashion choices. He pressed his fingertips together formally. In your opinion, he seemed way too formal for a high school. Even as a teacher.
"Greetings students," he began, and you guess was confirmed. Formal. He sounded like a college english professor. "It appears you've settled in nicely. I bet you're wondering why you're all here," Not particularly but who cared. "In the heat of summer in the classroom."
He was cut off by Shayne, who had put on glasses and an equally bad sweater. "Yeah. I was wondering why we're in high school, circa 2005, even though most of us are in our thirties?" Both you and Arasha, who was sat in front to the left of you both came to your defences. "Ew. Not true." She grinned at your overlapping voices and leaned back to give you a high five which you returned with little hesitance.
Then, to your left, Ian leaned over. "Yeah. And, some of us are like almost 40. And Y/N, you're literally 29, not far off 30." Both you and Arasha gasped at Ian's comment.
"You're asking why the year 2005?" Spencer then lifted his head, finally deciding to pay attention. "It's 2005?" He spoke almost groggily, as if he has just woken up, and knowing him, he probably had.
"Yeah. Why else would Crazy Frog be here?" Courtney added from the far left. You blinked in confusion and heard his theme tune, and turned to find a badly edited version of him standing on a desk. Rolling your eyes, you leaned back in your chair once more, resting your head against the wall.
"Ew. I don't like how you can see his penis." Olivia said in disgust, to which you agreed. It was kind of weird. Damien started his speech again, and you opened an eye, half listening. "2005. The birth year of the very thing that gives your lives meaning." You cut him off.
"I have other things outside of this that are more important than.. Whatever this is." You muttered, just loud enough for everyone to hear. You glanced at him smugly as you heard murmurs of agreement around you. But he simply ignored you and carried on. "And, just as it's carried you throughout all of your days, it is Smosh that has brought you here to fix all of your mistakes." Mistakes? You didn't have any as far as you were concerned, yet you knew others would probably disagree.
"Mistakes?" You heard Chanse question from the other side of the room, he seemed to back up your thought of not having any mistakes. "Oh, yes. It is abundantly clear that you all need some schooling. Angela, you thought 9/11 was in 2011." You blinked, had she seriously thought that?
"So we could still stop it." Ah. She was serious. She legitimately thought 9/11 was in 2011. That was concerning to say the least, considering she was 31 and so, was alive during the event. "Trevor and Shayne, you have the math skills of a third grader. An American wonder." So he was picking on everyone's insecurities. Now that was something you could get behind. You leaned forward in your chair with a grin as Damien continued.
"Uh, ever heard of a calc, bro?" Trevor leaned back in his chair, trying to appear cool, but was failing miserably. "I find the most joy out of literary classics, not useless calculations." You squinted at the book he was reading.
"Is that Twilight?" You asked aloud, recognizing the names on the pages as Bella and Edward. Damien ripped the cover off to reveal it was, in fact, Twilight. Shayne froze. "It's a modern classic." He lazily excused.
"And Keith Leak, I should say so. I've watched you spoil every major Smosh event for the past decade." Noah stepped in front of Keith, holding a hand out to Damien. "My client is not answering any questions." You scoffed. "No, it's cool. My bad." He said with a shrug.
"Clearly the education system has failed you. 20 years of Smosh has made you soft and dumb." You rolled your eyes, you were neither soft nor dumb as his implications stated.
Tommy then pushed his glasses down his nose, glaring at Damien judgingly. "So what do you want us to do?"
"I want you to redeem yourselves in the greatest games this generation has ever seen," his voice got louder with each word before quieting down. "Whether you like it or not, the 20 year legacy that is Smosh has been thrust upon all of you. And, sometimes, in order to move forward, you have to first go back, to the year 2005."
He spoke with before holding his hands out just to be met with silence and judging gazes. Trevor held his hand up. "Uh, in 2005, I was 5 years old." Courtney sighed behind him. "It will be treacherous," he began, walking down the middle aisle, taking in everyone. "And, some of you may not make it to graduation. Some of you have trained for this. Others have no idea what you are in for," you nodded, you had absolutely no idea what was to come. "Can you handle the pressure of everything Smosh has ever done? Can you prove yourselves, and continue the legacy? The people are waiting," he then gestured vaguely to the side and then added on to his speech. "Oh, and don't let me catch you cheating."
You smirked, that was almost a challenge. And you would treat it like one, you would do exactly as he said. Now, you would cheat. But you would not let him catch you.
would you be willing to write a smosh x reader (all platonic) where they’re essentially just apart of the smosh summer games (any team of your choice) and we can see they chemistry with the cast?
Smosh Summer Games
Authors Note : This is gonna be my first series so I hope this meets expectations! Though I don't know what kind of stereotype I want the reader to be because, I think the artsy type of kid has been used too many times, I'm kind of leading to rebel or bad boy/girl :3
hii so this is my first request ever but due to your last post I got a sleep deprived super specific idea. idk if you write smut so please feel free to ignore this if you want to…
so imagine that spencer and reader are at a very early point in their relationship and there is a challenge in smosh for like stealing a flag or a tool and bringing it to a certain location and wbich team steals all thry win. the reader is on team a with a few ppl while spencer and others are on the other team. so to steal the thing on spencers hand the reader and another coworker come up with a plan and corner spencer in a room without the cameras (their mics can be on whatever u prefer). the reader flashes spencer by basically letting the straps of her dress fall which uncovers her chest and while spencer is dumbfounded the coworker takes the flag thingy and runs away… idk if this would work but feel free to change things around, extend and build up on this idea 💙💙
Hey! I love this idea, but as one, a minor and two, asexual, I don't feel comfortable doing this! :)
I'm begging someone, anyone to request something smosh </3 I will write for literally anyone, Angela, Damien, Shayne, Courtney, Arasha, Chanse, Tommy, Spencer. All of them, and others! I will write any gender of any sexuality, disability, race, etc, just request what you want the reader to be :D
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