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ahfrickenfrick · 1 year

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buzzfeed unsolved: The disappearance of Jason Todd

Ryan

Shane

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This week on Buzzfeed Unsolved we will be discussing the disappearance of Jason Todd-Wayne, which has had updates as recently as last week.

Wait last week? Ryan, if we disappear because of this episode imagine how cool it would be. Maybe we hang with our good pal Jason.

I don’t have time for you being stupid. I have to get this right, because let me be honest. I have a man crush on Bruce Wayne, and if he ends up watching this and you’re being stupid I’ll never forgive you.

Okay, sure. Cause Bruce Wayne is searching the internet for every little thing posted about his dead son.

(wheeze)

We don’t know if he’s dead! And that’s what I’m here to talk about today.

Jason Peter Todd was born August 16th, 2000 in Gotham City, New Jersey, to his mother Dr. Sheila Haywood and his father Willis Todd. However only a few months later did Willis Todd marry Catherine Johnson, forcing Dr. Haywood to have to relinquish custody.

If I ever have a kid-

-they would all have your big head and I’d feel sorry for them.

Ryan. I listen to you ramble about murderers and ghosts. Let me tell my spiel.

(wheeze)

Right, sorry.

If I ever have a kid with someone, I think I’d be really upset if they just kinda made me give my kid to a stranger.

Here’s the thing to that! No one has heard or seen from Dr. Sheila Haywood since, like after her son was born. The only thing that might link back to her is an illegal botched surgery, but most of it was sealed off, and I don’t feel like having the Gotham City Police Department call me up

(ring ring)

Hi yes, are you that idiot from that show? You will be arrested immediately! Batman and his group of… misfits?? I don’t know, but they are on their way!

Moving on from your weird role play, like all the families that live in Park Row, what is deemed “Crime Alley”, the Todd family did not have money.

You could not pay me to go to a place called Crime Alley.

We were actually going to Gotham, scope around, maybe get a selfie with Robin-

-Which one?

I need to do an episode trying to figure out how many Robin’s there actually are… I think there have been five?? Six?? I don’t know… stop distracting me with Batman! We ended up scraping the visitation part because apparently this time of year Arkham breakouts are common, and I don’t want to get fear gassed.

Jason did decent at school, until he stopped showing up, school records are really spotty after third grade. Apparently he was reading and understanding college level stuff, but that’s really all we got on it.

Not a lot on this guys younger life it looks like.

No there isn’t, not any social media posts, or news articles, or anything if that sort about Jason until a few years later in 2012, when Jason became the ward to the one and only, Bruce Wayne.

Ah, Bruce Wayne, you love him, I love him, uhm- I actually don’t know much about Bruce Wayne other than the fact he’s one of the few rich people who give away a shit ton of money.

Bruce Wayne is a billionaire CEO, with a heart of gold, and some say he sleeps around, but as long as he’s not hurting anyone. Also! He’s a dad! Bruce Wayne is a trusted person within the Foster Care over in Gotham. He takes in the extreme cases that would probably leave the kid with a bunch of trauma.

Well, with what I’ve heard about Gotham, he must have like a billion kids with just a bunch of trauma

Let’s see what I remember from research, cause I did not write anything down for this. His first ward was Richard Grayson, who goes by Dick, was taken in after he watched his whole family fall and die on the trapeze.

As I said before, Jason was brought into Mr. Wayne’s custody after the death of both his father and his step mother. His father’s death was unknown, and his step mother died from a drug overdose… in front of Jason.

Uhm- Tim Drake? His was more interesting to watch unfold because there’s a whole other multimillion almost billion dollar company that Tim’s parents owned, and there was a lot covered up by lawyers and stuff, but Tim ended up with the Waynes

Then there’s the only female in the place, Cassandra Wayne, she is selectively mute, and overly protected by her adoptive family, nothing was shared with the media about where she came from.

Damian Wayne is the only blood son to Bruce Wayne, he didn’t even know about the kid until… like last year? Two years ago? Again, not a lot that I remember.

And then there’s been rumors of him taking in another kid, but nothing for sure yet.

Jesus, Ryan take a breath, and go back to Jason, because now I’m hoping I believe your theories about him being alive cause what this family didn’t need is another death.

Look, Shane. I’m going to be straight with you here. There are three possible theories I think could be plausible. So let’s jump right into them.

Theory one, is that Jason Todd is alive and in hiding from The Joker. This is the second most popular idea, and one I hope is true. There really isn’t anything else to this theory, besides a picture of someone that looks a little like Jason in the middle of Asia.

Doppelgänger, probably. Lemme see. I don’t know… this kinda looks like someone edited it.

Yeah, like it looks really distorted. I don’t know if I think it’s real, but it’s what people online were talking about.

Crazy, that people online would doctor fake photos of a kid who had died.

Exactly, which is why people think he’s alive, cause who would do that?

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Theory two is that Jason Todd died as his family said he did, looking for his birth mother. Apparently he was in the Middle East, found his mother, but then both were found dead in an explosion caused by the Joker.

So the Joker, who is Gotham’s Prince of Crime, was somehow in the Middle East? I don’t buy it

I didn’t either, until I looked just a little deeper, and found that the next week Superman and Batman stopped the Joker from murdering the United Nations. So he was in the area.

Oh my god. If.. I know on this show I try to goof off, but it’s hard when it’s a kid. How old was Jason?

Only 15. He just got back into the swing of things at school, getting all A’s, he was in the Drama program and the Poetry club. If you scroll down a on Dick Grayson’s Instagram you can find a selfie of Dick and Jason, Jason being in his school uniform only a week before he died. The two seemed to be really close, with how much Grayson posted of the two of them, and then it was radio silence from the man until a year after Jason’s death, where he made a memorial post, along with Bruce Wayne, who made the Jason Peter Todd Memorial Foundation, which helps families in Crime Alley.

Look, not okay with the kid dying, but it makes me kinda smile to see that his family got together to do something like this in his name.

I don’t think you understand the length of what this fund does. It provides special housing for single mothers, has opened up two clinics that help with drug abuse and addiction, and keeps kids in warm clothes and in school.

That’s- wow. Okay, you are making this “he’s dead” thing seem like it’s the only thing that happened.

Well, theory 3, is that he died-

Wait what?

He died, and came back to life.

This, I think, is worse than you saying ghosts are real.

We live in a world where someone can run at the speed of light! Yet you draw the line at ghosts and maybe hopefully someone who isn’t dead.

Yeah, but that’s science. Okay whatever where’s the proof of him being alive.

Okay, looking at the timeline. Jason Todd died at 15, in 2015. And the Wayne’s kinda were quiet for a year and a half, besides the foundation they set up, even with Tim, nothing really new was happening.

And then things seemed to go back to normal, they all frequented gala’s again, and all the other social stuff they did-

Yeah, nice choice of wording there

Shut up, anyways, in 2018 a picture appears, not even the front page, of Dick Grayson walking and laughing with someone who looks a lot like if Jason Todd grew up for a few years, and then decided to dye his hair.

Listen, Ryan. People have doppelgängers. We just saw the other picture and it’s clearly fake- Jesus Christ that looks exactly like Jason.

Exactly! And I started looking around more, finding pictures of the Wayne family around Gotham from news sites, and every once in a while, that guy pops up. Never in the picture, but always somewhere in the background like he wasn’t wanting to be seen. Like i mentioned in the beginning, there was a picture from a week ago that looks exactly like him.

Wait, is this a theory from the internet or something you came up with?

Both, kind of? I saw someone make a bad joke about it, and then it kinda stuck in my head as I looked for more information. Apparently there is a mythical pit that could bring someone from the dead.

Okay, yeah. Mythical revival pit. As if any living person wouldn’t be all over that.

Look man, that’s just the information I found. But I really really hope that Jason is alive somewhere safe, or resting peacefully.

The most believable for me is that he did pass away. But I’d love to be wrong.

That being said, I got really sad looking through all of Jason’s life, I felt like I was being more invasive than usual. So I talked with the crew and Buzzfeed, and we are donating all revenue from this video to the Jason Memorial fund in Gotham.

But the mystery of Jason Todd, still remains….

Unsolved

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camerawhoisalsocam · 1 year

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I just finished the crossover. Spoilers. This is a half baked rant filled review from both a RWBY critic and a life long DC fan.

This animation was wonky even for rwby, there wasnt any fights choreography that stuck out to me and I just finished watching this like an hour ago. Like it was so boring my mind was just not intaking anything that could stand out. Even V5 and V9 had some good fights, and both of those volumes got huge budgets cuts because of some other project being released at the time (genlock and this crossover)

The dialogue was just such a mess. And the voice acting oy vey this was rough. Rwby usually has great VA work from the main's at RT, the funimation crew, and a boat load of others. This just felt so off, like the cast was just asleep. Did the voice director just give up like a minute in?

This story was such a mess too! I know combining 2 seperate universes is always tough I wont lie, but converting DC characters with too many varying powers, Supermans multiple powers, wonder womans godly gear, Batmans Bat-everything, Flash' speed force, Cyborgs various tech, Jess' rings many capabilities, and Vixen's animal powered necklace, its all too much to convert to 4 set abilities. Semblance, Dust, Faunus additions, and Rwbys "its also a gun" weaponry isn't enough to fit what I listed off above. Just send the rwby characters to the DC universe.

And side note, just use the teen titans. No power scaling argument needed, their strong but not stronger than the league and are still stronger than the RWBY verse. Imagine Ren and any Robin understanding one another about being orphans, or any Robin and Weiss getting some development about their rich dads. Blake and Damian can get along over their troubled past, or even Starfire and Blake since their the minorities (Tamaranian and faunus) of their teams, or Raven and Blake being goth baddies! Superboy and Yang, anger issues, Yang and Cyborg, learning to live with disabilities. Imagine the chaos of Nora and Wally west and Beastboy. Hell you could even substitute the Jessica plot with Raven struggling with her powers. Theres so much more potential here!

And jesus they did not handle the rwby characters any better. They were all so full of themselves and acting high and mighty comared to the experienced hero's. I'd argue that its cuz the league isnt all there and cant remember everything. But RWBYJNR dont remember anything either! Their all in the same boat so why are rwby treating like the league hasnt fought worse threats, as mentioned Brainiac(an alien with 12th level intellect) and Vandall Savage (an immortal from the caveman times) and while im at it why is a guy thats running a breaking and very obvious simulation a such a big deal anyway?

Shipping, oh damn right im going here. I dont wanna see it, No Superman x Ruby, no Batman x Weiss, no Wonder Woman x Blake x Yang, no Jessica x Jaune, no Cyborg x Nora x Ren. NO! NONONONO we arent doing this. Did we not learn how problematic Starco was? Did RT not learn from Ryan Haywood that grown adults and teenagers shouldn't go together? Seriously im starting to think RT has a problem, I know thats an understatement but at this point im calling it a prediction.

Alright time to speed run these individual character issues

•Batman's arc on staying on Remnant was dumb. Gotham is his soul purpose, and he doesn't need powers. He has never needed them, he's always been able to overcome and keep up with these gods with his wit, skill, and tech.

•Yeah Weiss was just Batman's sidekick. She felt so disconnected from the plot I thought I was looking at V4-5 Blake. Plus why was she so persistent on keeping Batman in Remnant? Was her daddy kink that bad, is she just into older men who are trapped as teenagers? Gross.

•Superman and Ruby's arcs were weak. Ruby leader arc was just so lame, like her significant leader moment was just "sneak jessica and jaune away for a sneak attack" jesus that was lame. And Superman didn't have an arc really, his semblance unlocking, leadership, and blame for getting trapped was all super undercooked.

•The Wonderwoman, Yang, and Blake dynamic was so forgettable. Like I genuinely couldn't remember that arc, was it like a warrior thing right? And were they like... flirting? Really? NEXT!

•Oh god go back to the other one! Not the Ren x Nora x Cyborg love corner, couldnt they have done something else with these guys? This is just sad. Shame on you RT

•Oh yay, Jaune mourns over Pyrrha again. This is after V6 right, so did we have to focus on Pyrrha being desd again? Like come on let her rest, even DBZ doesn't bring up Krillin death as much. I do admit, Jaune helping Jess out was nice, their interactions were sweet.

•I did like Jess' anxiety arc, I think it was handled very tastefully and was a great way to write her character. She's too fucking adorable, her VA was one of the good one's. This actually gave her some great spotlight that we dont see much of besides DC superhero girls

•And I actually liked Vixen, design was fine and the voice was good, even if her power was heavily underutilized. But she was cool

•Barry what did they do to you? Oh Barry no! Why did they flash and make him so... nothing!? He looks like Bart and Wally mixed together. And he's the twist villian? Why didn't the technology based supervillian yake over the technology based hero!? Barry was so boring, I knew he was gonna be a side character but bro why make him the boring twist villian?

•Killg%re. Oh fuck if im not using the percentage thing im not censoring it this crossover makes me too angry to follow the rules. So boring. He calls himself so brilliant and smarter than Brainiac and Vandall savage yet his simulation was so easy to pick apart cuz the grimm, their freinds and family, their timezones, and even their own memories are so muddled anybody can pick apart this is a dream! His plan was so bad, stick the league in another dimension? Good so far. In a simulation, okay it can work. Turn them into teens so their hormones kick in? No, moronic, i hate it, I hate this! And look, out of every villian, why Killgore? The idea of a crossover is to grab your big guns and use their names to gather up your audience. If you wanted a lesser known villian who can alter reality go with BatMite, Mister Mxyzptlk, reverse flash, the Legion of Doom, or jesus anybody? Not somebody so forgettable that even KGBeast is more recognized than him.

Well atleast it's over... wait, part one?

NnnnoooOOOOOO-

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rtscrobbles · 4 years

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24 with Ryan???

Your day didn't exactly go to plan; your phone decided to just not work, there was congested traffic when you were heading to work in the city and you had to deal with shitty customers who seemed to think they know better. But you plastered a smile on your face and carried on, eyes flicking to the clock that so graciously reminded you of how close you were to closing time. How close you were to being home with Ryan. Your mind pondered on how his day was going, probably infinitely better than yours.

"Excuse me?" A middle aged women coughed, attempting to get your attention. Your train of thought was quickly put on hold as you switched to your customer service mode. You gave the woman a smile and sorted out her needs and by the time you were done, it was home time.

[[READ MORE]]

To say you raced out was an understatement. You made it to your car in record time and put your head back for a second as your body made contact with the seat. You prayed that you would miss peak hour and have a smooth drive home.

A smooth drive apparently wasn't written in the books today. It took you an hour and a half to get home, needless to say the residual anger you had from your day was bubbling and festering into something more. As soon as you stepped foot into your house, you threw your keys on the ground and screamed.

"Y/N?" You heard a deep voice say, stopping you in the moment. You look up to be met with familiar face, normally it would calm you down seeing Ryan after a long day at work but today was different. You just felt anger coursing through your veins. You wanted to shove him out of the way - and you did. You saunted off to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, you could hear Ryan's footsteps following you as they weren't that discrete.

"I'm fucking mad. Today has just been a shit day," You exclaim, making no eye contact with Ryan, only looking at the blank wall in front of you. You felt a little better after the drink, but not 100%.

Ryan snaked his arms around your waist and squeezed you slightly, resting his chin on your collarbone. You tried to shrug him off but he resisted.

"You're so fucking hot when you're mad"

"Ryan Haywood, I fucking hate you"

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achieverooster · 4 years

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He Came Back Different (Ryan Haywood x Reader)

This is a sky factory au, where you are married to Ryan when he turns himself into a cyborg. At the time you'd hesitantly agreed to join him one day, but now that you've seen what it's done to him you're not so sure anymore.

Word count: 914. Warnings: Mild gore, Brief Character Death and Minor Violence. Rather read on ao3?

A cyborg. Half human, half robot. Ryan had been looking into the mechanics it would take to turn someone into one, and with his intellect it wasn't long before he had figured it out.

Of course, before Ryan turned himself into a cyborg, he made sure to come to you and… well, get your permission. The way he spoke, it was like he knew that one day you would join him- that's what his plan was, after all, so of course he would want your go ahead to move forward. He wouldn't want to be one unless you would be by his side. What's eternity if you don't have someone to spend it with?

He'd assured you that turning himself into a cyborg wouldn't affect him, nor you, at all. Ryan had silenced your worries with soft spoken words and gentle kisses that worked at convincing you far too well.

So, yes, at the time you hesitantly said you'd consider turning yourself into a cyborg as well, and he was off.

You're not too sure how much you want to join him anymore.

In order for him to fully turn he had to die, and watching someone you love slowly waste away really took a toll on you. He was dying for about 7 hours, and the entire time he was screaming. He was dying from the inside out, all of his organs shutting down. It was by no means a quick process, be writhed and screamed until his muscles died. His last breath was exhaled shakily, like he didn't have the energy to scream any longer.

Then took the near half day it took for his body to rebuild. He was quiet for this part, but you knew that was because he didn't have the ability to speak. You hoped it didn't hurt, but… well, you can't imagine it's a pleasant sensation either. Hundreds of tiny robots rebuilding your internal infrastructure doesn't sound like it'd be a fun time.

You were by his side through the entire process, watching and just… waiting. Hoping that the apparent mad scientist you had married so long ago would return to you.

When he finally opened his eyes, it was accompanied with the soft sound of fans rotating- and then he exhaled.

He didn't come back… himself. There was something… off about the way he regarded life now. Before, he had at least shown some sympathy towards the creatures he was forced to slay, but now? He relished in it.

He also… didn't feel pain the same way. You were working on cleaning out a cavern of monsters when you discovered him overtaken by them, but he was smiling. He seemed to relish as they tore at his synthetic skin and bit away chunks. Of course, they were replenishing much faster than they could tear pieces away, but it was still… unsettling to watch.

When Ryan noticed you watching, it was a quick few flicks of his wrist before the creatures were slain. He didn't even talk about it afterwards, it was as if nothing had ever happened.

That wasn't his only questionable lapse into insanity, either. Too often do you come across him just building and rebuilding himself over and over again almost… obsessively. It was as if he were never happy with himself.

He had a chest full of other parts, and when you asked him what he was keeping them for he pointed out that they would be yours when you finally decided to join him. He said it with almost distaste, like he resented the part of you that kept resisting to turn into a cyborg.

He didn't sleep anymore. That was something that should've been obvious to you beforehand, but in practice you hadn't expected the nights to be so lonely. He didn't join you in bed anymore, why would he? No, he much preferred spending the nights with his nuclear reactor he'd recently created. Much closer to your home than you would've cared for, but he didn't seem to care when you pointed that out to him.

...It wouldn't matter In the long run, once you turned, He'd say. Radioactivity didn't hurt robots. You'd be fine.

What was the most infuriating aspect of all of this was the nonchalance that everyone else had as well, it was if nobody else could see what was going on with Ryan. In fact, before Ryan's first month as a cyborg, Michael was joining him. Then a handful of other's followed suit.

The only one who really seemed against the whole idea was Jack, and so it was Jack who you spent a lot of time with post the existence of cyborgs.

He seemed to be the only one with common sense around here, he could see how much it was changing everyone. They may talk and look like themselves for the most part… but… something was off.

Ryan wasn't Ryan anymore.

You can't imagine him taking the news well of you refusing to turn yourself into… one of them. He spoke of humans now without any empathy, like they were lesser creatures.

Something needed to be done.

He was working on himself when you interrupted him. He was in his little room he'd said was reserved only for cyborgs, and so when you cross the threshold you're positive he has the wrong idea. He probably thinks you're here to finally turn.

Opening your mouth, you start to correct him and tell him the truth.

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5lbsofsmarties · 5 years

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21 with Ryan Haywood please?? 😊

Word Count: 436

The sound of shouts and general misery is what drew you to the main room of Achievement Hunter. You’d been walking by and heard what sounded to be Michael and Jeremy screaming for some sort of assistance. Now, you knew that they were very obviously playing a game but you couldn’t help but open the door to take a peek inside just to see what it was that had gotten them all riled up.

In the office itself, the lights were mostly off and five monitors were pulled up to blank white pages which cast a bright light over the faces of the men sitting at those stations.

“Get him, Michael! The Tap Man is done for,” Jeremy screamed as he wildly tapped at his keyboard.

Michael was practically bouncing in his chair, “If I get closer he’ll vom on me, Jeremy!”

It seemed as though no one was paying attention to the door opening and closing as you stepped foot into the room. No one, except for Gavin. “Y/N!” he shouted, having spotted you in the capture of his webcam. He whipped around and looked at you with wild, frantic eyes.

“Go stop Ryan from killing us all. He’s already got me and Fiona, but Jeremy and Michael can make it if they get away!”

You stared at him for a moment, trying to process just what it was that he was saying. When it all finally clicked, you strolled across the room to where Ryan was sitting at his desk. You could see Jeremy’s character on the shoulder of Ryan’s as he made his way to a hook. “Ry? Darling,” you said softly as you bent enough to nearly eye level with him.

His eyes cut briefly from the screen to you but returned just as fast.

Reaching out, you grabbed his chin between your thumb and forefinger, and gently pulled his head to the side so that you could plant a kiss to his lips. You felt him relax and vaguely registered the four other people in the game cheering and shouting. You stayed there for a beat or two longer before slowly pulling away from him, smiling warming as you did so.

“Tap Man’s got the door! Go, go, go!”

Jeremy’s shouts seemed to finally connect to Ryan’s brain and his eyes widened comically before he snapped his head back to his screen. “Fuck! You… You…”

“YOU!” both Michael and Jeremy laughed as they escaped the level.

Ryan whipped around to look at you with a vaguely upset glint in his eyes, “You distracted me!”

“You killed my friends,” you shrugged.

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reggiemantleholdmyhand-tle · 5 years

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don’t you ever wonder how we survive? | reader x fake ah!ryan haywood

Ryan didn’t come home last night.

The thought plays over and over in your mind, like a broken record.

Ryan didn’t come home last night.

You call him for what feels like the millionth time.

He doesn’t answer.

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read on AO3 here

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aplaceforrtprompts · 5 years

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Festive prompts #5 & 6 with the Vagabond?

You saw Ryan’s jaw clench as you could hear the faint sound of carolers down the road. You grabbed his hand and for a brief moment, you could see him relax as he turned to look at you. He didn’t say anything as you turned and crossed the street.

“Remind me why I can’t kill the carolers?” he finally said as you two were halfway down the block.

“Because as fun as it is to break you out of jail and watch the police squirm as we do so, let’s save it for a more fun crime like a bank job,” you said nonchalantly as you squeezed his hand.

He still didn’t look pleased, “Fine but the real crime is them inviting themselves over to random houses and singing off key.”

“Well, lucky for you we live in a penthouse and the only caroling we might get is from Jeremy at three in the morning drunk off his ass,” you pointed out.

That caused him to finally crack a smile and lean over and kiss the top of your head, “The only acceptable form of caroling.”

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rt-reader-inserts · 6 years

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"Part of Your World (Reprise)" with Ryan, please? 😘

Little Mermaid is my all time favourite I hope I did it justice xx

You lay awake in bed, sleep evading you once again. The cold space next to you only reminded you of the sole reason you were not yet asleep: Ryan.

What would I give to live where you are? What would I do to see you smiling at me?

Your crush on Ryan had begun the moment you first met him, and had only grown since then.

The stolen glances and half-smiles shared in the corridors of work fueled the fantasies you already had. Smiling to yourself you promised that someday, whether in a week or ten years, you’d become part of his world.

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chezzkaa · 7 years

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SUMMARY: You had been partners with Ray for years, the two of you raising your infamous reputation from the ground up ever since your Fake AH Crew days. Your skills were unquestionable, and just as strong as the banter. But you soon find yourself stranded in Los Santos, the threat of running into the Fakes becoming an increasingly strong, and terrifying, possibility.

WC: 2043

You swiftly dart across the sidewalk and allow for the comfortable familiarity to engulf you, the same as it had so many years ago. The faint sound of your shoes whisper across the asphalt, wind dancing through your hair in the warm glow of the city lights as you move. Ducking behind a small hot dog stand, you force your back against its cool surface. Your dark clothing shrouds you in the night while you scan the area, tugging the black bandanna away from your mouth slightly and pressing a finger to the device in your ear. “Anything?” you breathe, coming into a crouch and peering over the vendor. Across the block, you faintly see a man’s head peeking around the corner of a store, and he motions to you with an exaggerated wave and a flash of purple. “Nothing” he replies, before motioning upwards and behind you, “we’re clear for now”.

Turning to the building you leap at the brick with a powerful push from your left leg; hauling yourself up the side and onto the roof with ease. “Awesome, nice going, Ray” you say, looking down and across the street to him. You can see him smile as he pulls away his hood to reveal his beaming face, giving you a big thumbs up before disappearing into the dark alley behind him and reappearing on an opposite roof moments later. You both simultaneously draw your weapons, the air rippling in anticipation. As you perch on the edge of the roof to overlook the small, dimly lit store with the knife clutched tightly in your hand, you see Ray centring his sniper rifle. “Right” he says cheerfully, staring into the scope “you should be good all the way.” You give a tight nod as you lean further into the open space, waiting for the guards to move into position. “On my mark,” you tell him, watching as two men approach jovially and cross their arms, joking quietly with one another beneath you.

“Now,” you throw yourself gracefully off the ledge as the muffled shot rings out, the bullet hitting the guard to your left whilst you land on the back of the remaining man, who looks from his colleague’s collapsed body and up to you; his face a mask of shock. You offer him an apologetic smile before quickly running the knife across this throat, silencing the panicked noises that had begun to gurgle from his lips. Letting him fall gently you lay him on the ground before relocating the two men into the shadows, seating them against a wall. Wiping your knife on their clothing, you return it to its concealed location against your side. When you turn back to the roof Ray is grinning down upon you, and you wave. “Nice one,” you compliment, and he lets out a small chuckle as he crouches into his rifle again, “you fucking know it”. Making your way to the door you’re careful when plating your feet; pulling the lock pick from your boot. “Camera’s all sorted?” you ask absentmindedly, searching for the correctly sized instrument as you continue to approach your target. “Yup” he responds, “the feed was cut before we even hit the street.”

“And you double checked the guard route, no last minute changes?”

Ray scoffs “You doubting me?”

“I would never” you smirk, feeling his eyes watching your back; cautious and protective. “So,” he mutters into the com as you bend to the lock and begin to work, “come here often?” You roll your eyes, hearing the faint click of the tumblers before standing and gently easing the door open, pulling inside. “God, small talk is not your forte” you tease, taking in your surroundings with eager eyes. “Ooh, that explains everything,” he jives, his voice saturated with disappointment as you laugh.

Pulling a burlap sack from your backpack, you inch around the displays of glittering jewels and head towards the cash terminal to remove the final security measure. “I always wondered why I couldn’t get girls to talk to me” he continues as you reach for the security lock under the desk, hearing a faint pop as you click it off. “Oh trust me, there are other reasons” you fire back through a smile, stopping to search for him outside. “Fucking wrecked,” he says chuckling. Your smile widens into a grin as you spot him, the faint dusting of moonlight illuminating his excited eyes.

“You ready? We’ll have about eight minutes before the remaining guards notice that there’s something off with the rotation,” you state, reciting the plan you had both gone over countless times before the operation had begun. “We took out 3 groups,” he says slightly annoyed, “I still think we should have taken them all out.” “Nah” you shrug, approaching the closest case whilst slipping a brass knuckle on to your free hand, flexing your fingers as your eyes train onto your partner. “Where’s the fun in that?” Silence now, nothing but the wind rushing to accompany the odd buzzing of a street light and the distant sounds of late night city traffic. Your eyes remain on Ray, and then you see him nod; “Go.”

With speed you apply immense force to the glass with your knuckles, hearing the satisfying shatter as glass sprays the floor. Within an instant your scooping up everything you can, quickly getting it into your bag before moving on without hesitation. Refusing to break your stride you crack other display, a sweeping motion managing to get the contents into the bag. Ray’s voice crackles in your ear as you work diligently, confident and direct. “We’ve got the first verbal response” he states, “LSPD have been alerted, they’re rounding up a team as we speak.” You lean down, ripping out some draws and tipping the jewellery onto the collection, swiftly moving on. “Guards on their way now, we removed a good portion of the local rotation so it’ll take a while. We’re looking at maybe 6 minutes, tops.” “Great, keep me updated. When you see trouble,” another smash, another case emptied; “let me know and we’re gone.” “No problemo”

You kick out a foot, smashing a tall stand as glass showers in fragments around you, glittering like the diamonds encased within it. Lashing out, you swipe what you can before Ray comes through again. “Lights and sirens, about 3 minutes away; police are gonna get here a lot faster that we thought. They’re on high alert.” You swear under your breath before tying your now overflowing bag hastily and stowing it away. “The fuck happened to advance notice?” you question, exiting the building smoothly and throwing your arms up at him in exasperation. You see him stand, putting his sniper away and beckoning for you frantically, “you wanted fun” he says, but you can hear the concern hiding beneath his smirk.

You run towards Ray, forcing yourself upwards and onto the exterior wall with another strong bound from your left leg to move quickly up onto the roof; slower this time and weighed down by the stolen goods. “90 seconds” Ray warns, eyes sparkling in enjoyment as the sirens grow louder. “Wait,” you look up after hearing the booming sounds of helicopter blades slashing at the clouds and heading in your direction; giving Ray a pointed glare. “Choppers?” you demand while breaking into a sprint as Ray keeps pace with you, launching across the roofs before cautiously ducking behind cover. “You weren’t gonna say anything?”

He looks at you, chest heaving slightly as he pushes his hair back into his beanie. “Didn’t even occur to you to bring it up?” you scoff, head against the wall as you see the blinding light of a helicopter sweep over head, flinching into the bricks for cover. “What did you expect?” he retorts as you begin to move across the space cautiously, seeking the ladder that you knew would take you downwards to the street. “Choppers are literally a staple here” he grumbles, crawling over to you as you swing yourself onto the rusty metal, sliding down as your hands catch and burn. You peer up at him, realising that he was in fact right. Still, unable to admit it, you hold up your hand and raise your middle finger.

“Classy, you’re a real catch,” he works his way down the ladder and you sink to your knees, hearing the screeching of wheels pulling up to the now empty jewellers. “No, really” he whispers as he presses forward, beckoning you down the alley, “like, you’re just a pleasure.” You punch him gently as you pass, light on your feet as you move towards the designated side door hideaway. “Again, proving my point!” he jokes as you yank open the door and slip inside, holding it for him. “Such a lady” he mutters, sliding down to join you on the floor.

In the dark you both wait in silence, nothing but the heavy drumming of your hearts to fill the space. Breathing heavily, you listen to the commotion outside as Ray tunes in to the police’s communication channel, monitoring them to determine when you’ll be all clear to start moving again. Rolling your head to look at him you jab him in the side, making him jump; “I’m such a fucking lady” you say to him, before sniggering. He joins you, your soft laughter mingling together and you listen to the sirens and yelling fade away.

Walking with purpose you make your way down the cluttered street and to the park, a large sunhat and sunglasses shielding your face from the throngs of curious eyes. Perching on an isolated bench you pull out a book and begin to busy yourself with pretending to read whilst looking around, waiting for the client to arrive. Time passes slowly, the heat beating down against the bare skin of your shoulders while your jeans soak in the sun. A man approaches you in a suit from the foliage, his arms opening to welcome you as if you were familiar to one another.

Standing, you force a smile onto your face and embrace him, feeling him pull away after an exaggerated moment. You bag becomes heavier as he deposits the payment in a sweeping motion, unnoticeable now that his hands delicately adorn your waist. You stare up into his muddy blue eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck to lean intimately towards the man whose name you will never remember. “Ready to go?” you tease, playing with the back of his hair. He blushes, despite himself. “Yeah” he says clumsily, touching you under the chin before moving his hand down to clasp your own. Motioning for you both to start moving, you offer him the book innocently; the goods buried inside.

“It’s a gem” you joke, swinging your hands slightly as you walk, heading towards the final stage of the interaction. After walking a few blocks in near silence you stop outside of a small cafe, bright yellow sun umbrellas decorating its outside tables. Turning to your client you give him a smile, leaning up to brush your cheek against his own in what you hope appears to be an intimate gesture. “It was nice doing business with you,” you say before he holds you out at arm’s length, smiling once more and disappearing into the crowd ruefully. Letting your face relax, you head over to an empty table, settling on to the warm wooden bench.

Moments later Ray joins you, smirking and clutching a tablet. “He didn’t even check” he says, astonished as he drops into the seat opposite you. You laugh musically as a waiter approaches, ordering drinks as so to avoid suspicion. “I’m a little disappointed” you admit, “I put a lot of work into getting them as accurate as possible.” Ray rolls his eyes, their depths sparkling in the warm glow of the day as they regard you with affectionate pride. “But just think of it” he says, folding his arms behind his head and leaning back, tilting his face to the sun; “they’ll be handed down for generations before anyone notices they’re fakes.”

“And we’ll be long gone by then” you conclude, before a monumental explosion surges through the streets, dousing the airport in flames.

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team-fahc · 4 years

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Listen, if you've been in the fandom since before AH became its own actual thing, like I have, we still have some hope for those that remain.

Geoff owns up to each and every mistake he makes. He grew up in a hard ass life, he knows what accountability is.

Jack wants nothing more than to make people happy.

Michael and Lindsay met because of this company, and they know damn well who they can and can't trust (if you noticed, as soon as all this shit with R came out, Lindsay unfollowed him on everything).

Gavin has been interacting with this company since he was a teenager. He's like Geoff's son. Geoff will literally make him hold himself accountable for anything.

Jeremy, Matt, and Trevor were LITERALLY part of the fandom before the company picked them up.

Alfredo had his own public streaming career before joining achievement hunter, which he still has, he doesn't let the attention go to his head.

Fiona, dear sweet Fiona, is literally one of us and has exhibited time and time again she will fight tooth and goddamn nail to create safe spaces for people who need them.

We've watched this company grow, and it feels like we might be watching it fall, but we need to keep up hope.

It's better to have loved and trusted, and been hurt, rather than to have felt absolutely nothing at all. Emotions are hard. Being a person is hard. That's why we're pack animals. We're here to help one another through times like this.

Please, reach out. It's okay to feel scared, hurt, angry, sad, whatever. Just don't bottle it up, and don't take action with those feelings.

Just talk to someone, even if that someone happens to be a notepad or piece of paper.

You're not alone.

#achievement hunter #ryan haywood #seriously feel free to message me #I know I'm posting a lot about this but God fuck it's devastating man #He was my favorite and I can't imagine content without him now but it's gonna have to happen

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onnabox · 4 years

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#Achievement Hunter #ryan haywood #michael jones #Rooster teeth #thank god Michael is this self aware #I imagine someone already posted this but it needs reiterating #I wonder if RT would have enforced counseling it this all would still be a thing #not riverdale #promise my AH posts are winding down #there have been a lot of heavy sighs today.

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achieverooster · 5 years

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The Sacrifice (God!Ryan & Reader)

(Crossposted onto my AO3, MadQueen. Word Count: 1,416. Rated T for a few descriptions of violence.)

It was December 6. It was the day that your village sacrificed things to Ryan, the most bloodthirsty of the gods.

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Many people sacrificed baskets of fruit, vegetables… the more affluent (or afraid) sacrificed animals.

When you woke up tied to a post at the God's shrine, you realized what had happened almost instantly. Realization coming over you rather quickly, albeit slightly muddled because of the fact your mother had slipped something into your soup last night in order to make this transition easier.

...Your parents decided that this year you would be their sacrifice.

Your hands hurt, your head hurts, and the animals bleating around you bring you no solace.

All of that left your mind the moment that the doors to the grand hall opened, revealing a figure at the end.

As the figure walked closer, you could make out more and more details from the torches that littered the walls.

You had never seen any of the gods before, only heard stories of their beauty and grace… and destructive habits.

The grand paintings of Ryan depict him with a cow pelt cloak, a golden cracked crown, with a head of hair that often gleamed with blood.

This can't be the man, the myth, the legend before you…

His face has all the attributes you'd seen in the various paintings, but the outfit he's wearing is nothing more than a loose fitting open ended garment at his waist and a white, fancy shirt. A black sort of shawl adorns his body, coming down to his waist.

He's a lot less menacing when he walks in, the sound of his steps echoing through the temple. He isn't at all what you had expected.

There is a golden crown adorning his head, the only thing that tells you that this man is in fact Ryan and not just someone who happens to look like the God.

Nobody else could afford the garment, the Gods constantly confiscated all of the gold for their shrines. Their towers.

His hands are around his back, and he walks with a stride that can only be described as confident and one that was born of regal blood. Back straight, his head back, chin up.

When Ryan looks at you his eyes show hunger, like a predator who has just set his eyes on his prey.

"My, my the village really splurged this year, haven't they?" Ryan says, his head tilting to the side as he eyes not only you but the handfuls of cows and sheep some other villagers have offered up. They fall on yours, and while you want to turn away, you feel that you can't.

He has striking blue eyes, although they don't glow like they seem to in all the myths.

Like this, he looks just… like a man. If you didn't know any better, you might be fooled.

As it is, your back straightens and your hands shake as you seem to remember where you are, what this all is.

Ryan sees you tense, he must (or maybe the stories of him tasting fear in the air like a snake were true?), because he lets out a small chuckle and throws his hands up, palms facing towards you in an attempt to appear less threatening. "There's no need to fear, young one." He says, his voice coming out in an attempt at being calming.

"Are you going to kill me?" Your voice shakes when you speak, but you can't help that. Not when you're in the presence of a God.

His head tilts, and the look he gives you is one born out of almost… pity. The way one might look at a lesser creature. "Why would I kill you?" Ryan took a step forward and gingerly reached out to one of the animals, a cow, and ran a calculated hand down the side of it's face almost lovingly.

That wasn't a question you had expected. He was turning the tables, prompting you to think. "Because…" Your eyes darted to where your hands are tied to the post above you. "Because I'm a sacrifice for you?" You say it like it's obvious because, well… it is.

It wasn't often that humans were sacrificed to the Gods, but you had heard stories of Ryan walking out of his temple with a trail of red and destruction left behind him.

"You clearly don't pay attention to Geoff's proclamation's, do you?" Ryan lets out a chuckle, and he lets the hand drop off the cow's face, and it slides down to your head.

You flinch before you can even think, and you remain silent as Ryan's hand tangles in your hair before letting it go, running his hands atop what it found. Ryan's hands were surprisingly gentle for a man with as much history as he had.

Ryan rolls his eyes when you don't offer up any answer or any inclination that you know what he's talking about, and so he speaks after a moment. "You villagers really do ignore the gods and choose to believe what you want to, huh?" He grumbles, getting down onto his knee in front of you in order to look at you eye to eye and his hand falls from the top of your head. "I'm temporarily barred from killing any humans I get for sacrifice. A murder break, as the others so lovingly put it." He tilts his head to the side, and his eyes wander away, like he were remembering something. "They say I've been too cruel in the past."

"The worst I could do is turn you into a servant or…" His eyes look down, down to your arms and legs before he snorts, amused at what he finds. "A solider. But I don't see that happening."

He stands back to his full height and cocks a head at you. "As it stands, though, I can't have you rotting away in some…" He looks around, at the grand temple dedicated to him. "Crypt." He decides on, looking at the tapestries and depictions of the Gods with distaste. You would call it blasphemy if he weren't one himself.

His eyes come back to you, and they focus on the chains constraining you. Ryan's hands reach out and a hand wraps around the chain holding you where you were, and with a twist of his wrist, it's broken.

Your hands fall, down to your side, but they still hold the shackles.

Even though he had clearly said he wouldn't hurt you, the show of strength has you still trembling in fear. The chain was forged steel, and no mortal man would be able to break them with such ease.

Looking at Ryan, the being with a golden crown adorning his head, you can very clearly see how he brought cities down to their knees, how he had men and women alike flock to worship him. He was strong. Unfathomablely so.

Ryan's eyes, once again roll when he sees you trembling. "I already told you I mean you no harm, does that mean nothing to you?" He says, as if he hadn't just ripped through steel like it was a blade of grass. He purses his lips, in contemplation. "I suppose I could allow you to return to your village, I'm sure that would go over well… or, you could come with me."

He reaches a hand out, one you can only assume is for you to take.

He was offering you help to stand up. A God was offering his help for you, specifically. A being with more blood on his hands than even the hungriest wolf or the strongest soldier in your village was offering his hand in assistance.

"Well?" Ryan asks, one eyebrow raising in question as he watched you in quiet contemplation. "Do you not trust me?"

No. No you did not. But even if you were to return back to your village, as a rejected sacrifice you'd be killed for the fear of the Gods bringing bad luck on your behalf... He had to know that.

Perhaps it would be a better experience than whatever Ryan could offer you. There's no saying what he would do to you if even half the stories were true.

The shackles on your wrist shook when you reached a hand forward, the jingling noise echoing through the grand halls.

Despite your better judgement, you took his hand and allowed him to help you up.

A dangerous smile grew onto his face. "Excellent."

#ryan haywood #ryan haywood imagine #achievement hunter imagine #achievement hunter #my writing #og #this is bad but i had FUN god damn it #tw: blood #tw: violence #reader

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