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Getting royally screwed over by the producers in their second season of their reality show they participated in.

Oh yeah? Well

Tanner 🤝🏻 Viola 🫱🏻‍🫲🏼 Actor!Everest (one of my DC ocs)

Yeah, Everest was absolutely one of the first people to insist that Riya gets therapy and insurance in the actor au. The very idea of anything awful happening to her again is enough to make him spiral into a rabbit hole of worry.

She’d eat sushi with wasabi paste and she’d just brush it off like it’s nothing.

Meanwhile, Ashley is dying from it.

Zaid probably has a high spice tolerance too.

I can honestly imagine Riya and Zaid having to help ease their partners (Everest and Ivy respectively) into being able to handle high levels of spice, something about that is just hella adorable

and speaking of Ashley basically dying

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(in the actor au)

Riya: are you alright?

Ashley *basically on death's door after trying wasabi* AAAAAHHHH

AU: Stormy's Disventure Camp Rewrite

Synopsis: Riya and Everest had agreed to have Everest's niece Kyoka over for the weekend. This leads Riya to have thoughts.

Timeline Placement: After All Stars

Content Warning: It's kinda suggestive, nothing too bad, just some really intense flirting

What followed was a massive argument between them because their parents blamed Riya for what Johnny tried to do, while Eesha was angrily fighting back, which escalated into her confessing to murdering several r**ists and transphobic people.

“हाँ, सही कहा! मैंने उन रेपिस्टों और उन ट्रांसफोबिक माता-पिता को मार डाला, और मुझे इसका कोई पछतावा नहीं है! इस घटना के लिए मेरी बहन को दोष देने के लिए तुम दोनों की ऐसी-तैसी!!” - Eesha Sharma, 2023, probably.

into the translator you go

translated: Yes, that's right! I killed those rapists and those transphobic parents, and I have no regrets! Damn you both for blaming my sister for this!

Everybody, Eesha is a total G, give her a round of a-paw-sause 👏🏻

Also, Riya wasn’t at the scene when Johnny died. She got so drunk that someone carried her back to bed, tucked her in, and kissed her goodnight, being extra sure to lay her on her side so she wouldn’t choke.

fuck yeah, Eesha! Kill them bigots!

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