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Chapter 11- After Unfairness (now on ao3!)

All Stars Aftermath: Courtney Centric

Summary: Did you really think we wouldn’t do Aftermath for All Stars? You asked for it and we’re delivering! Tune in each week to get updates on your favorite contestants after losing in Total Drama again! Of course you’re all dying to know what happens to our favorite Type A: Courtney, we’ve got the answers right here! Just click and read the inside scope.

Chapter 1- After Flushed (now on ao3!)

A/N: I’m finally posting this verse after years. But it’s not completed yet… I’m working on it! Everything will be on ao3, but I’ll link here as I go too.

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"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick

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Natasha Romanoff in Avengers: Age of Ultron

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going back to my roots

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i think theres this idea in the general public that the "best" fanfic gets turned into real books like 50 shades of grey. but the truth is that the best fanfic can never be published as an actual book because its intricately woven into the canon material so its inseparable even if you change the names

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working full time is terrible why do we just accept that having 8 days off a month is normal and okay........ being alive could be cool but we waste it at our JOBS.... sorry i’m just heated about capitalism again i’ll be fine

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If someone has a kink that makes you feel uncomfortable might I suggest looking away and dealing it like a fucking adult since it doesn’t affect you.

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'do you think you're superior for not using AI in your work' thank you for asking! yes i do

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I overthink things you've never even thought of

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I may not own a cat, but I do have a dog and I am childless, so the sentiment is there. 😄 Of course I had to make this after Taylor’s official endorsement. If you like it, it’s available on a variety of merch in my Redbubble store right now!

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I know I said I’d post the prompts in October but I got too excited, so here they are.

Let your imagination run wild Duncney Mutual Mansion ❤️‍🔥

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Happy canon duncney day! Shout out to those who participated in duncney week! Here’s my contribution 🩵

I Really Wish I Hated You

Summary: He’s better off without her, but he really isn’t. With her he was a winner, without her he’s back behind bars. Doesn’t take a genius to see what the problem is.

Posted on ao3 <3

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Duncney week day 6

A bonus scene from any season where Duncney share some fluffy moments.

This is SUPPOSED to be in action after she kicks his ass in wrestling but it can apply to any other moment he gets his ass kicked tbh 😭

Anyways she's patching him up

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there are some ships out there that do not speak to me personally but i am an understander for. like i see what you are seeing. it just doesn't personally intrigue me. but i support you. you're right. we don't need to fight, let us hold hands.

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Duncney Week 2024

Day 7: I Hate Everything About You, Why Do I

Love You?

“Having Courtney back reminds me of how much she drives me crazy🤬… and how much she drives me crazy.😍” Create a situation where Duncney just can’t seem to stay away from each other.

*Read under break*

Courtney loathed a lot of things and right now there was one major element taking the number one spot.

Her obnoxious ex boyfriend.

If you asked her how the two ended up together in the first place she’d blame it on the stress of law school. Deep down she knew the real reason, but if her own subconscious ever strayed too far in that direction, well let’s just say she’d be making very bad decisions with a certain blue eyed man.

But enough was enough. She was Courtney freaking Rosales. She didn’t need a booty call at 12am and she most certainly did not need more time with said ex boyfriend.

She had ultimately made the decision to cut ties with him completely and the past week and a half were starting to get to her. Still, she refused to unblock that number she had all but memorized at this point. It would honestly be much easier if she didn’t have to see her ex around town. They just seemed to always bump into each other at the worst possible moments.

First, which was very much out of her control, at her best friend's cookout. She guessed that was just the price she’d pay for having mutual friends.

Second, when she needed to get an oil change. Courtney was certain she had picked a day and time she knew he was off the clock. You could imagine her surprise, and his never ending jabs that followed.

Third, a few days ago while at the grocery store. Food wasn’t even safe anymore.

I’m a big girl, she thought to herself as she entered the local bar. Courtney was never one to indulge in a place like this, but after seeing her ex all week she needed a drink or two.

Eyeing the bar, Courtney noticed there were only two seats left. Perfect, one for her and one for her bag so nobody bothered her. She made her way over and sat down. The bartender was quick in her request. As she went to occupy the other seat a tattooed hand stopped her.

“Seats taken, Princess.”

Duncan.

At this point Courtney was on the verge of angry tears. How was it that he was at every corner of her miserable life. She must have done something wrong because karma was laughing in her face now.

“Are you stalking me?” She groaned without looking at him as he made himself comfortable.

He chuckled as he ordered his usual, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Drop dead.” She snapped back.

In truth, that little comment made her insides squirm. No, she would absolutely hate to be stalked. But the thought of Duncan knowing where she was, what she was doing, all while silently observing her— NO. Geez, she needed to stop reading so much dark romance.

She finished her drink a lot sooner than expected just to avoid that thought altogether.

Duncan eyed her with curiosity, a small smile creeping on his face as he noticed her reaction.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing.” He sipped on his drink, “Still reading those smutty books, Courtney?”

Her face reddened and she was ever so thankful she was drinking for that to be her excuse.

“They aren’t— why are you even sitting here anyway?!”

“Who’s gonna scare away the nasty men that come your way?” He teased as he motioned a hand around the room.

Courtney rolled her eyes and scoffed, “Funny how you think you’re not included in that group.”

“Stop flirting with me, Princess.”

“Oh, please.” She laughed with a roll of her eyes.

“If you want me just say that. I promise I don’t bite,” he leaned in closer to her, “much.”

His blue eyes pierced into her brown ones as he finished his drink. There was a silence between the two before the clinking of two freshly filled glasses hit the table.

Courtney broke eye contact first as she reached for her new drink. Duncan grinned at her with a hum. He knew he had pushed a certain button.

“I’ve been thinking.”

“There’s a shock.”

“We should try again. For real this time.”

Courtney snapped her head in his direction. He wasn’t smirking or smiling, no, his face was of complete seriousness. She searched his eyes for any hint of a joke but found nothing.

She sighed, “We drove each other crazy, Duncan.”

“I know.” He said nonchalantly.

There was more silence between them. Courtney desperately wanted to feel differently, her head and heart were at war with each other at this point. She and Duncan were so on and off again that it drove her crazy. And even with the craziness of it all, she still longed for him and knew he felt the same. He wouldn’t be offering to start anew if not.

“Listen, I’m not one to believe in these kinds of things.” He began, “But the universe clearly keeps pushing us toward each other.”

A smile crept up on her face. She had to bite her lip to keep herself from laughing out loud. It was so unlike him to bring the notion of fate or destiny up.

“God, I’ve been near Malibu too much.” He said with a grunt as he noticed her struggle to keep a straight face.

At that they both laughed.

“What do you say?” Duncan said with a nudge as they calmed down.

Courtney shrugged, pushing the drink away from her and getting up from the bar. “It depends.”

“On?”

Duncan eyed her as she motioned for him to follow her out the door. He slid a few bills on the countertop and quickly followed her out onto the busy street. She turned to face him, gently pushing her palm against his chest as she leaned in to whisper.

“How fast can you get us to my place?”

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Happy Duncney Day! 🔥

September 16, 2007 was the official day they became canon (Canadian airdate— USA was a year later!)

Nobody will ever love them like me.

Thank you to everyone who participated in this year’s Duncney Week!

Here’s to them 🔥

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Duncney Week 2024

Day 2: We Got That Bonnie & Clyde Love

“Danger is kind of hot.” Create a situation where Duncney do something spontaneous that ends with their adrenaline rushing.

👇👇👇

Courtney shuts her laptop lid and sighs, bored out of her mind. She’s finished all her homework for this week and the coming week, and with nothing else to do, she opens up her phone.

No one online, except for a certain attractive delinquent. She wants to message him, but Heather’s words echo in her head, Never text a guy first; he’ll lose interest, so she waits for a message. 

Courtney knows he’ll eventually text her. He’s full on obsessed with her and just yesterday he’d tried sexting her. She watches her phone expectantly and crosses her arms over her desk, waiting for a notification. 

Five minutes pass, and still no text. Has he forgotten about her? No, that isn’t possible. Courtney knows she’s the least forgettable person on the planet. With her perfect looks, flawless features, amazing grades, her agility and her friendliness, no one could possible ever forget her. So how come Duncan hadn’t messaged her yet asking to either hook up or ditch class?

Waiting eventually gets painfully for her so she decides to fuck it; to text him first despite what Heather would think.

Courtney: Hello.

Duncan: is this u trying to flirt? i feel like im emailing my teacher. 

Courtney: What?

Duncan: i’ll be at urs at 7

Courtney: No you won’t. My mom is coming home in half an hour.

Duncan: thats all the time we need 😉 

Courtney leans back into her chair, satisfied with herself. Take that, Heather! Texting first isn’t a turn-off!

Immediately someone rings the door bell. Her heart lurches, and she runs to the door. Standing there is Duncan leaning on the hinge, wearing a leather jacket and baggy pants. 

“Hey princess, you gonna let me in?” Duncan asks, grinning.

Courtney sighs, letting him in, “Yeah, but we’ve got to be fast. If my parents-“

He presses a finger to her lip, “They won’t, trust me. Don’t worry about a thing.”

She slaps his hand away, “Don’t shush me, Duncan. No one can shush me.”

Duncan puts his hands up in surrender, “Sorry, sorry. Bedroom?”

Courtney smiles shily, “Yeah, come on. But I need to get the remote for the blinds from the supply first. Follow me.”

“A remote for your blinds?” Duncan echoes with a snort, following her to the supply room.

She rolls her eyes at his comment and goes in the supply, making sure to carefully step over the door stopper. Duncan, not being as careful as her, accidentally kicks it out of the way, shutting the door with a loud click.

“Duncan!” Courtney snaps, “You weren’t supposed to move that! Now the door won’t fucking open!”

“Oh shit,” he realises, “Are we stuck in here? Don’t you have some sort of rich peoples key?”

“No,” she hisses, “Now we’ve got to wait for my mum to come home, but she’ll probably be too busy with her new boyfriend to even notice. Ugh!”

“Relax, I’ve got an idea,” Duncan says, before he jams himself into the door. He does it again, and again, before he slumps onto the ground with a frown, “Fuck, that hurt.”

“Duncan you are such an idiot. Are you alright?”

He pulls off his shirt, revealing a large purple bruise on his shoulder, making Courtney roll her eyes.

“You’re lucky we’re in the supply and have ice packs,” Courtney huffs, opening the freezer. She pulls out an ice pack and presses it against his arm, making him wince in pain.

Courtney realises how close she is to him, and tenses, slightly pulling pack. Duncan stops her hand and mutters, “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” Courtney asks in a shaky whisper.

“Don’t pull away,” he repeats, pulling her in for a kiss.

Courtney grabs the sides of his face and hungrily sucks on his lip. He nips on her lip, and the two make out for what seem like an eternity. She pulls off her shirt, leaving her in just her bra and tights. 

Duncan’s about to unclip her bra, when Courtney hears a sudden click. Fuck, her mother’s home. 

“Shh,” she hisses, shoving him into the laundry closet. He opens his mouth to protest but she clamps it shut, “I said, shush. Do you have any idea what will happen if you get me caught? Mom won’t give a fuck; she’ll probably try snagging you for herself. But if Daddy finds out, I’m doomed.”

Duncan nods with an eye roll, crossing his arms to squeeze himself in. The smell of laundry detergent makes his nose hurt and he can’t see anything, but he can hear Courtney’s mother giggling loudly like a little schoolgirl.

“Court-nay, come meet your new step-dad, Omar! He’s from Dubai! Isn’t that fantastic!”

“Yes, mother,” he hears Courtney’s dry response. 

“Could you please go to your room, darling? Me and Omar would like the living room to ourselves, without any interruptions and disturbances.”

Oh fuck, Duncan realises. He’s gonna be in here for a while .