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What if the fandoms could talk? What if they worked together? This'll probably be the only fanfiction you'll ever read that's like this. NOT INTENDED FOR YOUNGER VIEWERS. Credit to @Jessamine1031 for inspiring this story by writing Antisocial Media (which you should read if you like this). LOTS OF CREDIT TO YOU JESS. LOTS OKAY? Author's Note: I don't like author's notes (how ironic), so go to my latest randomness book if you want updates. Bonus addition: FANDOMS.

A collection of one-shots for my lovely fans. Just let me know your name, a short/long description of yourself, who you want the one-shot with, and what you want out of the one-shot (ie scenario). I also do OTPs. Only ask when requests are open. Thank you all.

The tracks dug into her back, her body mangled, her hair transformed from it's brilliant rings into a frizzy mess, her smile warped into something scarcelly like her own. And her eyes. Once a bright and vibrant blue, now the light faded and she stared into the dark sky as if it had drained the light itself. And he felt it. She looked at Drake, no longer innocent, no longer happy. 'You did this to me.'