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the-milk-monarch · 1 year ago

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☣︎ Maybe I'll add a part two sometime with Vito, Cody and Scott but for now damn that was exhausting

[𝚂𝙿𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴]

[𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘]

⚠ | setting: Total Drama Island AU

Most of the people who joined Total Drama have already been eliminated, and so were you. You didn't mind though, as you got to enjoy the positive side of losing - Playa Des Losers.

It was a lazy evening, most of the folks were busy doing their thing, but you were getting kinda bored.

You thought you were doomed with the boredom of yours, until you heard Chris McLean's voice through the speaker.

"Hey happy campers! Guess what. Do you want to win some money, even as a loser?" Were the words you caught.

Some contestants turned their heads towards the source of the sound.

"That's right!" He exclaimed. "You know how on TV there's always some fun hanging out time scenes between the contestants? Well you seem to lack at your job so I'm here to fix it!"

You slightly rolled your eyes at his words. You were a bit of a social anxiety filled loner, but he doesn't have to point that out.

"If you wanna earn a few additional bucks when going home, a measly $100, you're gonna have to play spin the bottle!"

You noticed some gasps, laughs and confused looks from the other people.

You thought the idea is a bit childish, but free 100 bucks is 100 bucks, so you didn't plan to turn down that idea. You were already a loser, so why not get the extra money?

All of the willingly participating contestants joined a shared space near the pool in a small gathering.

You sat down somewhere as well, awaiting further instructions.

Chris instructed for someone to take the bottle and spin it.

"Heather!" He shouted, making the girl turn her head towards the speaker. "You're gonna start! Spin the bottle and give a dare to a fellow loser."

She exhaled through her teeth, making a little "psh." noise.

"Alright."

Her hand twisted the bottle and sent it into a whirl.

"Hey, Chris!" Heather shouted before asking a question. "You want some bonding time, huh?"

Finally the bottle chose it's victim - to your surprise - it wasn't you.

"Yeah?" Chris's voice echoed around, a bit curious.

You were unsure what Heather had prepared, but you knew it wouldn't be anything easy.

"Well then, since Y/N arrived not too long ago, and I observed them hanging around a particular someone recently, why not pull them closer together?" She had a smug smirk on her face, which made you quite worried now.

"Kiss Y/N." Her finger pointed at you.

[𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎]

"Wh- Wha-" Mike lost balance and nearly fell from the chair he was sitting on as he processed the dare.

You also reacted with a subtle and baffled gasp bordering on"wha-".

"But- What? Why? I can't do that, what if Y/N doesn't want to?" He quickly bombarded her with questions, a bit embarrassed he had to discuss this in front of you.

"Then they'll have to take away your chance at the money." She assumed, innocently shrugging her shoulders.

Upon hearing the dare, Chris once again joined into the convo through the speakers.

"Oh, I forgot to mention, both participants get the 100 bucks to share if they fulfill their dare. Fifty-fifty each." He elaborated.

"And no forcing fellow contestants if they don't want to do the dare. That's not cool, dudes." He felt the need to add that last part, especially for TV.

Mike looked at you with anxious puppy eyes, uncomfortable with the idea that Heather came up with.

You froze a bit.

How could Heather figure out you had a sweet spot for Mike?

You thought you weren't that obvious, Mike never commented on it.

You blinked twice before returning the gaze at him.

"Eh- I don't know if- If you wanna do that, Y/N?" Mike started to sweat a little.

You felt the rising anxiety inside you, was Mike gonna comment anything on Heather's comment?

"I mean, I'd never want to make you uncomfy-" He trailed off a bit before you cut him off.

"Um, no- I mean- I-" You noticed you started to babble so you finally just said the most appropriate response you could think of at the moment with a nervous grin. "Sure, let's get the money."

You could see a bit of Mike dying inside after he heard your approval.

Mike got up from his seat, slowly coming towards you with his hands close to his chest, fidgeting slightly.

You awaited your "doom", feeling as if the time became slower.

All of the losers' eyes were on you both, expecting something to happen.

He met your gaze once he was close enough to you.

You stared at him, trying to keep a straight face and not disclose what was going through your head at the moment.

"Alright then- I'll, uh, start-" He said meekly, nearing closer to your face.

You started looking at his red cheeks until a kiss took you by a surprise.

You were fully expecting a kiss on the lips, but instead you felt it on your cheek.

Guess you shouldn't be greedy.

Mike immediately backed out after he was done, but not too fast so you'd think he finds you particularly repulsive.

You felt the corners of your lips turn into a bashful smile that you couldn't control.

You felt kind of stupid when your first kiss with him was because of Heather, though. You hoped it didn't scare Mike too much.

Mike had one as well, albeit much more worried than yours.

You noticed him hurry back to his place, with his face still subtly red.

[AFTERMATH]

After the whole thing was over and everyone went their separate ways, you tried to find Mike.

You didn't want to leave on an awkward note and you wanted to explain some things. You decided it was time to.

You spotted Mike helping himself near the snackbar, away from other people.

You didn't know whether he wanted to be left alone or not, but you approached anyway.

Mike immediately turned his head as he heard you clearing your throat.

"O-Oh, Y/N, hey!" He greeted you with a slightly nervous, yet still kind grin.

"Oh no, they're here-"

"Hey Mike." You politely reciprocated, trying not to panic inside.

"Okay, calm down. They only came to talk. Maybe- Maybe it's not about that kiss?"

"Um... What's up?" He also tried his best so the situation wouldn't be awkward.

"So... The bottle thing." You gently started, stopping for a moment to regain your thoughts on the topic which were being drowned in your worries.

"They are gonna talk about that kiss. No, no, no, no-"

His face changed for a second into a look of doubt and anxiety which was quickly covered with a smile.

"...Yeah? What about it?" He quietly gulped.

"Well- I- Hope this doesn't- You know." You felt as if your mouth forbid you from forming proper sentences.

"Y-Yeah, me too- It was-" He felt himself being tongue-tied as well.

"It was what, Mike? Nice? You can't say that!"

You and Mike shut up as soon as you realized you're both just as hopeless.

After a moment of silence, you finally heard a pathetic and tense chuckle coming his way.

You were about to panic even more, thinking he's laughing at you, but the thought that he was as nervous as you prevented you from doing that.

"Honesty is the best way to go, right? Just be normal for once."

"Sorry. Guess it got to me more than I thought." He finally admitted without beating around the bush. "I- I don't want you to think I'm a weirdo because of that, though."

"What? No-" You quickly denied that, making him visibly less worried.

"I-" Words yet again got stuck in your throat, which started to piss you off a little. Mike could do nothing but listen intently to what you were about to say.

"I-If you promise to also not think I'm a weird for what I'm about to say, then-" You tried to put on a confident facade as you started fidgeting with your hands a little.

"Of course not!" Mike quickly chimed in, now even more desperate to hear your response. "I promise."

You knew if you screw this up, it'd be game over. The words finally flew out of you.

"I- kinda hoped you'd aim for the lips."

You saw Mike freeze the moment he processed what was being said to him.

"Aim for the lips."

You broke him. The four words were floating in his head, covering every free space in it.

You remained tense and quiet, dreading each second he didn't reply.

Finally he got to his senses and slightly shaked his head.

"I- I'm sorry, it just took me by a surprise-" He couldn't cover the red that was on his face after that info. "Usually people try to get away from me, you know?"

It was your turn to let out the meek chuckle that was forming in the back of your throat.

"Yeah- Well- Not me." You admitted.

"U-unless you want me to-?" Anxiety got a hold of you once again.

"N-no!" He tensed up once more, slightly reaching out his hand towards you as if you were about to run away.

Until he realized his reaction was a bit too much.

"I mean-" He instead quickly scratched the back of his head with the hand that he extended prematurely. "Y-You can stay."

"I- I hope they're being honest."

He waited a second before speaking once more, leaving you with anticipation.

"...You can even- come closer, if you'd like."

You noticed the familiar, sweet toothy grin that was coated with an unhealthy dose of worry and hesitation.

You took a step forward, making Mike subtly cower.

"...Yea?" Shy but reassuring smile appeared on your face.

You didn't fully realize how tall he was before you stepped closer. Usually it wasn't a problem to look him in the eyes, but because of the close proximity you had to move your head up to face him.

If his focus wasn't entirely on you now, Mike's second worry would be his profuse sweating.

"Well- Um- Y-You won't get money for it, but if you're still interested, I could..." If it wasn't for your very close distance, you'd almost miss Mike's murmur.

Fortunately, you managed to catch it all.

With this reassurance, you reached out your hands so they could hold Mike's face.

You felt his cheeks getting even hotter with your touch.

Smooch.

You heard a surprised half whimper and gasp come out of him as soon as your lips touched.

He looked at you like a deer in the headlights as you pulled away from the kiss, knowing he already lost the battle with his face showing all the emotions coursing thru him.

"You know, that 'pay-off' is enough for me."

[𝙼𝚊𝚕]

Mal was sitting in the corner, the only indication that he participated in the game was his place near the pool.

Not too long ago he was sulking about his recent "unfair" elimination from the show he planned to win and so he was extra grumpy from the moment he arrived.

He almost stopped paying attention to whatever unimportant was happening until he noticed the bottle pick him.

"Kiss Y/N." He heard Heather's dare.

"What am I, fucking 14?" He bluntly spat out his annoyance at the childish topic.

"This is a family friendly show, Mal. Language!" Chris had to beep out Mal's profanity for sure.

You just sat there, frozen with the implications of the dare and what Mal might possibly think about what Heather said now.

Mal obnoxiously rolled his eyes, as to show his irritation further.

Suddenly you felt his piercing gaze sizing you up.

It made you tense.

"Y/N sure seems to act out their crush like a teenager. Make a move already, sweetie." Heather mocked you with the audacity of sounding like she doesn't even care about it.

She couldn't actually have a clue about you actually being interested in Mal, though.

She disliked Mal as much as Alejandro, knowing he's a proper rival to her, and with your "fascination" with him, you were more inclined to hang around him.

You were just in a "wrong place at a wrong time" and she wanted to make a jab at him.

"Well, Y/N, are you 'above 14' and up for it?" Chris dared to joke as he waited for your response.

"Uh- Yeah- Okay." You nodded while saying, albeit a bit quietly from the shock that was still in your mind.

Mal sighed dramatically as he so gracefully got up his butt to slither your way.

His walk was careless but still arrogant, matching his opinion about the topic.

He looked at you from above as you were still sitting on your place.

His face got closer as he bent to whisper in your ear.

"You really up for it?" He asked with a mix of "i don't care" as well as some not so subtle mocking and teasing grin. "With me?"

You avoided looking at his eyes to not betray too much, although you were sure that if Mal weren't conveniently casting a shadow on your face with his, he'd be able to see your blush.

"Yes." You managed to spit out, hoping that your attempts at being casual worked. "...For the cash righ-"

You tried to explain yourself further so he wouldn't take you for a pining weirdo, but you were promptly stopped by his lips touching yours.

You yelped quietly as he pulled you into a deeper kiss that you were not prepared for at all, grabbing your chin.

Mal wanted to make a show and so he did, much to everyone's surprise.

Heather's eyebrows even raised in shock, but they were nothing compared to yours.

After a not so steamy make-out, he finally backed off, leaving you with a need to process what happened.

"Oh, what a terrible fate. Truly embarrassing. Get a grip." He made a disgusted face at Heather, leading the point further with how stupid the idea was.

Mal was above the silly dare and so he didn't make a fuss about it.

He just wanted to shock people for his own amusement, per usual.

And maybe even subtly express his anger at people trying to make kissing him out of all people a "terrible fate".

He moved back to the place he was sitting on before, leaving you with a memory of the situation burned into your brain.

[AFTERMATH]

He was always good at reading people - skill he had to develop due to his upbringing.

So he didn't really worry about being in the wrong in the situation.

The smug brat knew you were into him, seeing your behavior around him.

After the game was over and everyone had fulfilled their dares, he approached you when you were least expecting it.

"Hey, lovebird." You heard the voice you knew too well, from someone you wanted to avoid for the moment.

Mal noticed your visible flinch as he went up to you from behind and chuckled under his breath.

"Not so happy to see me now?" He gazed at you while crossing his arms with cocky amusement. "I thought you enjoyed yourself not too long ago."

You had to wait a moment before the words could properly formulate in your mouth. You were baffled that he had the audacity to taunt you with it so casually.

Mal waited out your silence with an eye roll.

"Come on, I don't have all day." He impatiently hurried you, making you regain your voice.

"I-" You had trouble looking him in the eye after what happened.

"I am- not displeased by seeing you." You nailed it.

(No you didn't.)

"That's a step in the right direction." He concluded and dared to show you a mocking smirk, stepping closer. "But how about you admit that you're very happy to see me?"

His shameless cockiness and nonchalance thrown you off a little. You weren't sure if he was playing a cruel joke on you .

You decided to turn the question on him, somewhat smoothly.

"Well- It seems you are. Why else would you come to see me?" You replied with fake confidence, hoping it'd fool him.

Mal only chuckled at your attempt at being cool.

"Well, I can't deny I've been thinking about you." He once again managed to shut you up with a shit eating grin.

You remained silent for a longer second, obviously not knowing what to respond.

"You seem very speechless today, dear." He raised his brow amused, he was clearly thriving on making you uncomfortable.

"Don't get me wrong, it's adorable. But a conversation is a two way street, you know?" He was becoming bolder the more he saw you squirm.

"You don't really give me easy things to respond to, you know." A bit of truth escaped from you. He got you.

"Oh, I'm very well aware." He grinned and tilted his head confidently. The way he was staring at you made you feel very small. "What's wrong? Too afraid to say something?"

"Did you really come here only to make me feel stupid, or-" You tried to remain casual, but a bit of anxiety managed to fall into your response.

"Oh, the fun part of seeing you all shy and stumbling over your words is just a plus." He exhaled with amusement. "Besides, you don't need me to think you're stupid, you're doing a good enough job all on your own."

You furrowed your brows a little. So you were right. He was just making fun of you?

Mal rolled his eyes. You obviously weren't reacting how he wanted you to, but he wasn't about to give up.

"Why don't you just be honest for once? You seem awfully tense for such a simple conversation." He pushed your limits a bit, testing what made your nerves tick.

You sighed with both frustration and hopelessness.

Your mind was too preoccupied with thinking what a fool you were potentially making of yourself, you didn't even realize how many signs Mal was giving you. In his own way.

"... Okay." You started to gain some courage to finally speak up.

"There we go." The corner of his mouth curved into a sly smirk for a moment. He seemed pleased with his success, but made no move to make his intentions clearer.

In fact, his expression changed from smug to an impatiently raised brow, daring you to make the next move.

"Yes, I am into you." You finally decided to stop stalling and say the obvious. You tried your best to hide your embarrassment and fear of rejection on your face, which made Mal's eyes flash with curiosity and something else.

Mal looked pleasantly shocked for a moment, but quickly regained his composure and the smug expression came back.

"Finally, someone's not afraid of saying it." He paused for maximum dramatic effect, as if he'd been waiting for this moment. After the pause he leaned in close, bringing his face close to yours.

When the tension was highest between you two, he abruptly backed away and smirked at him again.

"You'll have to do better than admitting you're into me, though." He once again tested you.

"Huh- What else do you expect me to say?" You turned your head slightly, a bit dumbfounded by the demand.

"Oh, you don't have to say anything." He then took you by the waist, making you squirm a little by the sudden contact.

"You could always express yourself with actions…" He smiled devilishly, his brown eyes never leaving yours. He kept his hands resting on you, enjoying how awkward and nervous he made you.

Your face was undeniably at least a bit red by how quick it all went down.

Nonetheless, you wouldn't forgive yourself if you screwed this up when the fate gave you a chance to kiss your object of affection twice.

[𝙽𝚘𝚊𝚑]

"...What?" He stared at Heather with his skeptically raised eyebrow, which was conveying more so confusion and bafflement at this point.

You couldn't help but look at Heather the same, except with even more surprise.

"No hard feelings Noah, I don't care." She "lightheartedly" said. "But Y/N here..."

You knew Heather would start picking at you sooner or later.

You didn't really have a good relationship with her, and few days ago she seriously started to piss you off.

You had a little altercation before all of this but you didn't really think it was something to dwell on.

Apparently Heather thought the opposite.

Noah's face stayed the same until his expression softened into something else, but was promptly changed back.

"Wow. Really mature." He discarded her attempt at clowning on both of you.

"Well, dare's a dare, ain't it?" She repeated the rules of the game, shrugging carelessly.

He took a long and hesitant sigh as he lazily made way towards you.

You followed his moves with your eyes, finally meeting his as your gaze landed on his face.

"...Eh-" He stopped for a moment, cringing internally. "So- You okay with proceeding?"

"Yeah-" You nodded, sensing the awkward atmosphere.

Noah didn't make much effort to blow the kiss out of proportion.

He just smooched your lips in a quick manner and then, without a word, moved to his seat.

You tried to copy his demeanor towards the situation, not making a big deal out of what happened.

Your eyes wandered around the place after, but you managed to catch a glimpse of Owen playfully nudging Noah and letting out a silly giggle.

[AFTERMATH]

You couldn't bear the thought of the tense note you left off with Noah.

You felt immense second-hand cringe for Noah, who visibly didn't want to end up in the situation.

Even though it was a dare both of you accepted, you didn't want him to associate you with a gross memory.

So you gathered all of your confidence to go talk to him.

You noticed him reading a book somewhere in a secluded place.

You thought it's normal, since most people prefer peace and quiet while reading, but you also knew Noah was able to read just fine around other people to, if he wanted to.

You weren't about to question him about that, though.

He was deeply focused on his book, so when he heard you clearing his throat, you noticed some alarms going off in his brain as he saw you.

"Hey-" You awkwardly started.

He subtly stopped himself for a moment, grabbing his book and putting it down so that he'd show his attention is on you.

"Hey." He reciprocated your greeting, responding flatly but not maliciously.

You were a bit lost with how to start, so you just talked on the spot.

"So like, I know we don't really talk, but I just wanted to make sure that it's not, uh, weird between us because of Heather's immaturity." You explained as best as you could.

It was true, you and him weren't really close, but you also never shown any maliciousness between each other, and you wanted it to stay that way.

He digested your words for a moment as he searched for a proper response.

"I'm not affected by Heather's stupidity. It's not contagious." He summed it up in calm but witty manner. "Why would I be weirded out by an immature dare?"

"Right- That's cool then-" You tensed up slightly, but his response was also a bit relieving.

"... Unless it's you who has a problem?" He asked, raising his brow.

His expression stayed analytical and with a healthy dose of skepticism, but there was also a part of soft insecurity thrown in.

"No, no!" You quickly chased away his allegation.

Both of you once again found yourself in an uncomfortable silence.

You haven't made a peep, but you swear you could hear some quiet and unsurely irritated sigh from Noah as you planned to end this interaction.

Suddenly he opened up his mouth. "Well then, as we established-"

He tried to keep his words as casual as they come, with fear of coming more awkward than he intended te situation to be. "I think we should just, move on, and stop acting like it's a big deal."

"Yeah. You're right." You agreed with a nod, yet still felt a bit blursed about the fact that now you had your crush's attention on you.

"I mean, it's not like it was a first kiss on a school trip." You tried to joke to make the moment lighter.

"...Yeah." Noah's response came off a bit flat, with his movements becoming stiffer, but his expression remained a mystery.

"... It wasn't your first kiss, was it?" You blurted out without thinking over what you're gonna say.

You noticed the surprised and a bit called out face of his.

"Yeah- no way. You're like my fifth one this week." He quickly saved his face as he responded in a sarcastic manner.

You chuckled, although you weren't sure if he's joking or not.

"Wow, okay, sorry, that came off a bit weird of me, huh-" You backed away with your question apologetically.

"Yeah." He responded with the typical dry tone, but you could hear some light amusement from the reply. "Well, if you won't go bragging about it to others, then..."

You felt your face get a bit hotter, were you really his first kiss?

Now you felt a bit bad.

Did he have any regrets??

You had to know.

"Oh- Sorry for- taking that, I guess-" You tried to not dig at the "issue" further but also show that you're sorry, in case he expected that.

He softly smirked in slight amusement at your unsureness.

"It's just a kiss." He reminded you both.

You only chuckled nervously in return.

The moment was broken by a familiar blond-haired boy coming your way in a hurry.

"Noah, I saw Y/N heading your way!" You both heard Owen's voice nearing closer. "Maybe you can finally talk about that kiss-"

You saw Owen's face faltering into surprise and then embarrassment when he saw Noah's face trying to say "quit it" without making a sound around you.

"-Hershey's kiss, that you ate this monday, because, there were some, in the kitchen." He "smoothly" saved the situation and began to slowly retreat.

"Man, I'm hungry- I wonder if there are any left- I'll go check." And so he ran off.

Once again, the tense atmosphere creeped into to your surroundings again.

Noah couldn't help himself but let out a disappointed, given up sigh as he facepalmed.

"...What was that about?" You looked at him questioningly, but not trying to overwhelm him.

"That was my last chance at keeping this conversation not awkward." He cynically replied.

You stopped for a moment, unsure how to proceed.

"Okay, I'll just stop being immature and say it. I like you." Noah mumbled out your way, although he tried to make sure you hear it, his hesitance was obvious.

You were stunned to hear such words leave specifically his mouth, but you were in no mood to complain.

"I like you too." You didn't think much, you just said what's been on your mind in the current state.

You were about to take back your words, afraid of how easily you let on your feelings, but hey, he said it first, right?

"Oh. Wow." Was his only response after a moment.

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fearsome-series · 2 years ago

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BOOK ONE

“Laura? Laur!?”

Laura’s eyes blinked in the light. Off-white ceiling tile and a steady beep beep beep through the blur. Shapes resolved into faces: her dad, her mom, and a doctor - an older man with black hair, streaked with gray, and a short beard. Standing over her with wide eyes.

“Dad…? Mom?”

Heather leaned down close. “Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah.” Laura knew the bite had hurt - that it had been painful as Hell, that she’d thought she was gonna die. But now she barely felt anything. She glanced at her shoulder. Just a bandage - not even much blood. “Sorry I-I...Laika dragged me away, then...did you find her?”

“Yes, dear, we did.”

“Laika is why you’re…” Chris paused. “…she’s how we found you. She came back and led us to you.”

The doctor addressed her in a kind tone. “I’m Doctor Rockwell. You’ve suffered an animal bite. It’s a big one, but it’s not infected. You won’t catch rabies or any other old thing.”

“So I…?”

“You’ll be fine.”

“W-what animal attacked me?”

“The only large canids around here are coyotes, though it could be someone’s dog.”

“A coyote?” No way.

“How do you feel, Laur?” asked Chris.

“I feel…I feel…tired.” Laura answered.

Chris smiled weakly. “Okay. We’ll let you sleep, kiddo.”

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The woods stretched out under the stars & Laura ran, faster than she had ever ran, into the darkness after something, something fleeing, she pounced and caught it, she held it tightly, a deer kicking and tossing as Laura bared her teeth and dug in so so -

Laura’s eyes snapped open. She glanced at a wall clock: one PM. The hospital seemed loud. She didn’t hear many voices, but it was still…loud. Squeaky wheels, dinging elevators, the steady beep beep beep of the machinery hooked to her, hooked to others, hidden behind the walls. She wondered why she even needed to be here anymore - she felt fine. She was fine. Fine.

There was a TV mounted on the wall, with a remote on a side table. She turned it on. A jolt of static, and then -

“...your new car!”

“...gang, we need to make the cake for…”

“...and sharing is caring…”

A European-accented voice on some public station. “...marine biology is the science of what lies hidden…” Laura looked at the TV: a blonde-haired professor addressing a class. “We have only mapped five percent of the ocean, but it is only unknown to us-” Static took over. She flipped it off.

Voices in the hallway. Some woman.

“...I’m just concerned, Doctor…”

“About a coyote attack?” It was her doctor.

“It’s not about a coyote attack.”

“You’re like those oddballs from out-of-town. Taking photos by the road sign, creeping around front yards at night…”

“Maybe they have a point. You know, in ‘89, my aunt saw it.” A silence, and then more steps.

“Did she go get breakfast with Bigfoot after?”

Her tone became more urgent. “The girl from Gates County four years ago. Those campers from up north and their poor father. The Brady homestead -”

“Don’t use the deaths of real people to justify some delusion.”

“We’ll see what happens. There’s another one tonight…”

“Another what -” Beeping. “A boy’s been brought in. Knocked his head, fell into Lake Wandawega. Excuse me, I have real problems to deal with.”

“So do I.”

Footsteps her way. Laura closed her eyes and pretended to sleep as he passed. Soon, she wasn’t pretending.

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Laura watched Manuel jump up on the bleachers, first clearing them of dirt and blown leaves with the sleeves of his burgundy long sleeve shirt drawn up over his hands, and then sitting down by the side of the unused baseball diamond, bouncing his hands back through his sleeves. Laura jumped up next to him, sitting on some dirt and blown leaves.

Manuel reached into his bag and pulled out the thick leather bound book he always had with him, which was always funny to Laura, ‘cause Manuel was her height - like five five - and equally unathletic - hence why they were sitting by the side of the baseball diamond and not using it - and the book was huge.

“Have I told you about the faces of Belmez?” Manuel asked.

“No,” though Laura knew Manuel had; still, she didn’t mind hearing Manuel’s facts again, and they spent a lot of their time together with Laura listening to her friend’s paranormal facts.

“It all started in 1971, in southern Spain - and you know the book is in Spanish, so I’ll have to translate - um, the Pereira family were the first to report the faces in the floor of their home…”

A wind blew through the late fall, early summer air, a cold wind, which passed through Laura’s hair, and she felt it tickle every strand of…every strand of hair on her head. She yawned.

“Laura!?” Manuel asked, the brow of his round face furrowed with confusion.

“Yeah?” Laura said, Laura tried to say, but Manuel was getting up, then he was staring, staring at -

Her. Her fangy canine head. Bloody. Laura blinked. Wondered. Couldn’t look down. Someone screamed - screeched - louder, louder -

Screeching wheels and groaning metal. A nurse wheeling in a tray, “Laur-”

“Laura. My name’s Laura.” She snapped; from the voice, this wasn’t the nurse she heard earlier.

“This is what we have on your sheet.”

“Laura.”

“Sorry, Laura Ortega Hollingsworth?”

“That’s my name, yeah.”

“Sorry for being late.” Laura frowned, but kept silent - she wasn’t going to say something when trapped in one room. The nurse placed a tray on Laura’s bedside table.

The nurse tossed Laura’s phone on the tray with a clunk. “They found this near you. Your parents wanted you to have it. It’s been charging.”

“Thanks. And uh, about my parents-”

“They’re downstairs talking with Doctor Rockwell. They’ll be in to visit you later, if you want.”

“Alright. And, uh, I feel fine, so maybe I can-”

The nurse sighed. “We have to keep you through at least tomorrow for observation.”

“Observation? Observation of what?”

“…you not catching something new and dying, I believe.”

“Uh…thanks for making sure I’m okay, but-” Laura said.

“Trust me, it’s only so your family doesn’t sue us. Bye.” The nurse stalked off to another patient’s room.

“Yeah. Okay.”

After the nurse left, Laura turned on her phone. Her parents must’ve had it charged. Three new texts. Summer hadn’t responded for some reason, except a quick text saying “Sorry, busy”. But Manuel had replied; Laura smiled.

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How’s the house?

Did you pet Laika?

Are you okay?

Laura???

Hey Mani

Yeah I’m okay

I’m in the hospital

Something bit me in the woods

Oh no!!! are you okay? :(

Yeah I'm okay

It’s

No big deal

What bit you?

A dog

A big dog

Dog? Wolf? Coyote?

I mean they tell me it was a coyote

But???

It didn’t look like a coyote

Like a wolf

Hey will you call me crazy

You’re crazy?

No I mean

Will you call me crazy if i say a crazy thing

No???

Okay bc the wolf was walking on two legs

It was up on its legs like a person

Laura felt another groan. She slapped her stomach. It...didn’t make it feel any better.

I heard this nurse freak out about me

Something about people crawling past a road sign

And seeing “it” in 1989

What town is your hospital in

Elkhorn

Message failed to send. She stubbornly resent it.

Elkhorn

There’s a werewolf down there!

Or a manwolf to be scientific. A wolf on two legs!

I’ve read about it.

The Beast of Bray Road

So the manwolf bit me

What does that mean

Never heard about the Beast biting someone?

I’ve read every book about the Beast (there’s this one lady who writes A LOT about it!)

But books would say that if a werewolf (not real but imagine) bites you you become a werewolf

And then they brood and kiss a lot right

If the book is any good yes

I’m dying and we’re talking about werewolf kissing

Sorry if I’m rude or not taking it seriously :(

I thought you were joking

I am joking dw

OH! ty

Idk werewolf kissing’s a good subject

If you’re bored in there you might want to look up the Beast

Or I could send you something you can read

I can’t read

Like right now I can read

I’ve read

Books

There are videos about it!! There’s this one from the time that is good

I am very bored and will be watching this video

About a werewolf/manwolf (not real)

Learn lots about the werewolf/manwolf (not real)

Get well soon Laura!!

Thanks! I’ll try not to die!

/lh

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“...but with all the sightings, no one knew if it was man, beast, or even a combination of the two, one person simply called it God’s mistak-”

Buffering. On an ink sketch of a werewolf’s eyes.

Laura groaned. The wi-fi sucked here - or at least, it had for the past couple hours. She put her phone down on the table, looked out the window. It was almost sunset. Cars were passing on the road below, busy to get somewhere. A few trucks here and there. Laura…was tired. She slunk back down in bed. Closed her eyes.

Tried to get some more sleep.

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darkbackalley · 2 years ago

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Chris Mclean x Male reader - Nerves

Warnings: None. (Except it hasn’t been edited?)Fem-aligned dni

FIC UNDER THE CUT

Chris was only informed of the changes that very day, so he wasn’t appalled at what happened, just very surprised. So when instead of a homeschooled Canadian-raised boy, he found himself face to face with a 6’7 Behemoth of a man, he was visibly shaken. Yo… What’s up man? He asked his introductory question. Not much, dude! The man replied with a smile. Although I thought we were going to a resort? Chris turned towards the cast. Everybody, meet Y/n! The group mumbled a greeting as he joined them to watch the other guests arrive.

Now that the groups had been created, with Bridgette, Courtney, DJ, Duncan, Eva, Geoff, Y/n, Harold, Izzy, Sadie, and Tyler on the Killer Bass and Beth, Cody, Gwen, Heather, Justin, Katie, Leshawna, Lindsay, Noah, Owen and Trent on the Screaming Gophers, All the Campers stood on a cliff in their bathing suits while Chris explained what was going to happen. Since the Killerbass was to go first, no one from the group wanted to jump first. Y/n, looking around, sighed and said I’ll jump. But if I die, I’m suing. He said, giving Chris a look that meant business. Chris was terrified, but at the same time trying to figure out how someone can be so buff and look… appealing? No. He wasn’t thinking about a contestant like that.

Y/n stood on the cliff, looking down, before he cracked his knuckled and stepped back until he had a clear runway. Then, he sent it. Luckily, he managed to get into the target hole and swim out before the sharks got too vicious. Once the entirety of the team had jumped, they struggled to get the boxes to the campsite in time. Either someone was gone or someone *cough* Courtney *cough* got hurt, but Y/n had already carried two crates to the campsite and opened them. Chris walked up while he waited for the rest of his team to strike casual banter. So, Y/n, you’ve done a lot of work here, and the rest of your team isn’t even here? What’s up with that?’’ “ Well, They’re doing what they can and I’m really just trying to help as best as I can. Besides I can be checking out the competitions while I’m here”. He replied. -And I can check out other people too. He said looking at Chris with a grin. The man in question turned and walked away due to the blush on his face and wobbly knees.

Both teams were hard at work, but in the end, the Screaming Gophers won. Since the losing team had to eliminate someone, everyone was on edge that night. Y/n couldn’t sleep so he went outside to contemplate the day. What he didn’t expect was Chris standing at the waters edge throwing stones into the water. “Hey.” Y/n said as he walked up and sat beside Chris. The aforementioned man looked over at him and frowned. “Hey… Shouldn’t you be sleeping? Big day tomorrow.” “Couldn’t sleep. Not with something like this, it’s always stressful went you have to part ways with someone.” Chris looked at the (Hair) haired boy and nodded. “I hear ya. When the contestants get to be far along in the competition, it’s almost sad to see them go.” Y/n’s eyes lit up. “Hey Chris. What if I threw in the towel and voted myself off? That way, I wouldn’t really have to do that. Besides, then I can just go home.” “You can’t just do that!” Chris argued. “These kids look up to you!” Then he whispered to y/n “I heard Izzy call you dad.” Y/n Chuckled. ”I guess not then. But my nerves have calmed down I think. Thanks” Y/n was about to head off to bed, but first he pulled Chris into a hug and slipped something in his pocket. The host returned the hug before giving the taller man a look that said ‘what’d you slip me?’ “My number.” Y/n smiled at him and turned around, only to be faced with the other campers. “Wha-“ “YAY!” Izzy cheered! Y/n’s not single anymore!” Before running away. Y/n rolled his eyes and made his way back to his cabin

#male reader #male reader insert #x male reader #fluff #tdi chris #chris mclean

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jayswritings13 · 3 years ago

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Total Drama: Unsaid confessions

Dialogue Prompt: #7 (“Listen, me holding you hand and all of this, doesn’t mean shit.” “Okay…” “…..unless you want it to mean something.”)

Character: Heather (Total Drama)

Requested by: Anon

Note: I had a lot of fun writing for Heather! She is definitely my favorite!!

Word Count: 650

💗Masterlist | WIP Page

"Listen, me holding your hand and all of this, doesn't mean shit." Heather scoffed, turning her head away from your gaze, but keeping a tight grip on your hand in hers. Afterall, she couldn't show too much weaknesses in front of the others. She did have a reputation of being the show's mean girl and she intended to keep it that way. There was one problem though, you.

Heather found it really annoying that you could just exist and her focus and train of thought could easily be ripped from her grasp. It was a damn inconvenience.

"Okay...." You grinned, keeping your gaze on Heather's face, watching as it kept turning more and more pink. You had to stop everything in you from laughing at the face that Heather twisted her face away from you, probably in hopes of hiding her color changing face. It didn't work.

"......unless you want it to mean something." Heather whispered.

"What?" You immediately stepped in front of her, forcing her to face you.

"Do not make me repeat it."

Even with the frosty exterior and shifty gaze, watching for any signs of the other campers or Chris, Heather seemed more sincere than you've ever seen her be.

"Listen, you're the only one on this island I can stand, alright?" Heather said, clearly annoyed by the silence coming from you. "And that's a very high compliment. I mean, have you seen someone the people that Chris let on this show?"

"Is that all?"

Okay, so you were mostly definitely pushing your luck with this. You knew that this was mostly likely the extent of Heather's confession to you, but you couldn't help it---you wanted an actual confession from her. Without the snark or her bitchy attitude for one moment.

"Well," Heather paused, biting down on her lip and you felt your heart in your throat, suddenly forgetting how to breathe. "yeah." Heather scoffed with a quick roll of her eyes. "What else is there to say?" You pulled your gaze away from Heather, hoping that she could not sense your immense disappointment.

So much You wanted to scream. How about the one thing that neither of us can seem to say

"Besides, actions speak louder than words, or something stupid like that."

You snapped your head, daring to shoot a look over at the queen bee, and shocked to find her steely grey eyes locked on your expression. It was quiet for a moment, but that was just fine because you wanted nothing more than to freeze this moment in time.

Heather was very aware of the surroundings, but also very aware of how your hand was still enveloped in hers. She was also very aware of your eyes on her, and was almost afraid to move or speak as to not stop or interrupt anything. Afterall, Heather had your undivided attention and she was not too keen on letting it go.

"Screaming Gophers, elimination ceremony time! Get your butts to the confessional and vote."

"Fucking Chris," Heather muttered.

"Well, I guess we better go and get ready for the elimination ceremony." You added, despite the clear sad tone in your voice.

And it was that exact tone that made Heather think quickly of what to say next. Of what to do next.

As you stepped out of the clearing in the woods and toward the camp grounds, Heather tightened her grip on your hand, causing you to freeze.

"Let's do this again."

"What hold hands?" You grinned, despite the explosion of butterflies in your stomach at the notion that Heather wanted to do this again. "Or do something more?" You smirked.

"Whatever" Heather scoffed. "As long as it's not in the woods next time. It's like you want me to get eaten by a bear." And just like that, the Heather that the others in the camp saw was back.

"You?" You laughed, pulling Heather closer to you, "Never."

It was the rare moment when Heather actually believed that.

#total drama #total drama island #total drama action #total drama world tour #total drama all stars #total drama heather #td heather #total drama headcanons

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slashingdisneypasta · 4 years ago

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Total Drama Villains x Reader || Drabble Set

Plot: You forget to take a towel to the shower and only realise after the shower, so you open the window to stick your head out and ask whoever's out there (Hoping someone is out there) to grab you one but to your chagrin- there's just a villain.

Includes: Chris, Heather, Mal and Scott.

Warnings: Mmmm, I dont think so. Swearing? A kiss?

~~~

All:

You slowly look around the room, very very aware of the fact that you're naked and cold in a room that does not have a great lock on it. "Ohhhhhh no." The words come out low and steady... but are just brimming with panic.

No. Towel.

No towel!!

Finally you gasp, covering the bottom half of your face with your hands and looking at the benches and the sinks in dread. You accidentally came in here without a towel!!

The sudden sound of footsteps out the back of the cabin rips a gasp from your throat and you lunge at the window, unlatching the lock and opening it to see who it is. Before you even stick your head out, you're calling for whoever it to stop. Please. Hold on! I need your help!

Chris McLean:

*You are an adult camper.

When you actually see who's standing out there, you groan. Chris McLean stands outside on the grass, hands in his pockets and an intrigued look in his eyes. He know's he's about to be amused, or he's going to amuse himself depending on what kind of trouble you're in- or what kind of help you apparently need.

"What's up?~"

"Nevermind."

"Oh no no no! Come on, you can confide in Uncle Chris, cant you?"

A whine tumbles out of you. Uncle Chris?? Grooooooooss. He see's and acknowledges your disgusted reaction to him calling himself that, but just giggles. He doesn't leave, to your utter annoyance.

What other choice do you have?? Rolling your eyes, you look down at your feet instead of meeting his beady eyes and wiggle your toes. And mutter suuuuper quietly, half hoping he doesn't hear you. "I forgot to bring a towel... and I really need one... " And, this part you say especially quietly. For seriously asking Chris fucking McLean for a hand would be akin to letting your dignity pack its bags and fly the coop. "... and would you please get one for me... "

"... Sorry, I didn't catch that. What didja say?"

Oh god. A little louder, you say shortly. "... I forgot a towel... "

Chris smirks at that, rolling back on the feels of his feet. "And? What would you like from me, Y/N?"

Finally too frustrated to keep playing this stupid game with the show's host, you snap your eyes up to his and cross your arms. "Fine! Damnit. Get me a towel, please."

Immediately, a cat like grin slowly spreads across Chris' face. Its the most evil thing you have ever seen.

"Now why would I do that when I could get Chef here to send in a buncha rabid bats with you and flush you out?" Christ teases - no, threatens. But then again, does he know the difference in the first place? - , that famous, alabaster white, terror instilling grin on his face as usual. "Now that's, good TV!"

You groan, head falling back on your neck, in frustration. "Chrr-ris!!"

"Ha ha! Well? What do you expect?" You cant argue with that, but you cans till groan again. "Okay, fine. I'll get you a towel! But what will you do for me, heh? Nothing comes for free."

"Oh, don't I know it. I've been on this show for 3 seasons now." For some reason.

"Heh heh."

"Fine, I'll... " Ugh, something for Chris... You blow air out of your cheeks slowly, in thought. What would Chris like? Well, he'd sure get kick out of you getting one of your friends hurt but that's sure as hell not happening. Finally, after a few moments, you get an idea. And scowl. "I'll be sure to drum up some drama for you. Good TV, right?"

"For sure! Promise?~"

Sighing, you lean tiredly on the window sill. "Oh, I cross my heart and hope to die." You promise him like he's a child, which he basically is. Chris McLean has got the maturity level and the intelligence package of a 7 year old on crack.

"Wicked! Heh heh, this'll be good. Okay, hang tight. I'll be back."

You smirk at his retreating back.

When he finally gets back and hands you a towel - a much nicer towel then what you and the other campers have been using. Which is nice? But also, you cant help but worry about what kind of strings might be attached to it, - through a crack in the door, you carefully wrap it around your body and tightly tuck it in.

"I'll want that towel back" He snaps, cranky. Why?? He could've just gone and gotten you your towel! "I imported that from Fiji!"

Of course he did.

Now you take a deeeeeeep breath, gathering all your courage, and killing the butterflies reeking havoc in your stomach. Then open the door again and grab hold of the front of Chris' signature teal shirt and wrench him close before he can walk too far off.

And you smash your lips together and slam your eyes tightly closed.

When you pull back from the kiss - a horrible, unpleasant, bad kiss, - you immediately wipe your mouth with your arm and let him go. But when you reveal your mouth again, you're for damn sure smirking at the stunned man. "Is that dramatic enough for you, Chris? A camper and the host? Scandalous- I bet we'll be front page news."

Then quickly you lock yourself inside the bathroom again, not really caring for his reaction- which only comes, finally, minutes later when you're half way dressed.

"DAMN IT Y/N!!"

Heather:

"Hm." Heather crosses her arms, an evil smirk on her lips- opportunity has knocked on her door. Or, the inside of the shower cabin. "You need something from me. Well! What will you do for me return? Hm?"

As expected. "I will vote for whoever you want me to at 2 different instances of your choice going forward. Except for myself, I wont vote myself out."

She thinks for a moment, but definitely looks pleased. "Three, different instances of my choice."

Fucks sake- "Fine! Just- please! I'm getting cold and one of the boys could come in here at any time and see me butt ass naked!!"

Uncrossing her arms and setting her hands on her hips instead, Heather laughs. "Oh- one of these boys? Shower? Haha. Have you smelled them??"

You blush darkly at her joking with you; At your worry but not your expense, before shaking your head of silly feelings and usher the pretty girl Heather, forward. "Go! Go! Get my towel already."

"Be right back." She rolls her eyes, heading off.

When she gets back, she reaches up to the window with the towel and you gratefully take it, beginning to dry off any drips from your body and get dressed as quickly as possible. "Thank you Heather!!"

"Mhm, yeah. Sure."

A few minutes later when you leave the door, Heather's waiting for you on the porch and you basically have a small stroke- jesus christ, why is she there!? STILL!?

"Oh, relax. I'm just cashing in some of your part of the bargain." She sneers, walking closer to you and pressing a sharp fingernail into your chest. "Dont forget, you owe me now."

"I remember Heather, we did this like 10 minutes ago."

"Good." She smiles, a tint of evil to it still. Pleasantly surprised that you're being so obedient. She leans back. "Okay, so Gwen's got to go. You got that? She's out. Vote for her and you're third done with your debt to me."

"Yes ma'am." You smirk, brushing by her and stalking off back to your cabin to put away your things.

Heather watches, hands on her hips and her own smirk on her lips. You might just be useful out of this bunch of losers. Not quite a diamond in the rough, but... better, at least. For sure. "Hm."

Mal:

"Oh- Mike!" You exclaim excitedly as soon as you see the lanky, dark haired boy. What luck!!

But then he slowly turns around; A dark, sinister grin on his face and hair over one eye. And your heart immediately drops.

This is not Mike. Neither is it Chester, Svetlana, Vito or Manitoba- any of which would have been just fine alternatives for this moment.

This has to be fucking Mal. You've met him before, and absolutely nevermind on the luck front.

"Nope." Yep- the grizzly, deep voice that responds to you can belong to no one other then Mike's chaotic evil alter. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. You continue to chant curses in your head as he turns around fully and comes forward, looking up with evil glinting in his eyes at you like a twisted Flynn Rider to your Rapunzel.

The kind that makes you rather stay inside your tower- its safer here then out there with him. You don't go out to meet the rabid pit bull!!

"Ummm, nevermind! Go about your business, I'm fine here. See ya!"

"Oh no. What'd you want from little Mikey?" He asks, crossing his arms and tilting his head to the side, cruelly inquisitive. You chew on your bottom lip. Damn it; You've peaked his interest. Fuck.

"Um... " The sound comes out quiet and insure as you look down at the grass before his feet instead of his face. You're so nervous. "Well, I... I forgot my towel before I took my shower, and uh... I was just gonna ask him if he could go get me one."

For a moment, he's silent. Your gaze flickers up to his face to see an utterly wolfish look on his face, eyes gleaming with mischief before averting your eyes again to the grass.

Then a loud puff of hard, unpleasant laughter escapes him. He doubles over, holding his stomach as he guffaws at your embarrassing situation. You roll your eyes and cross your arms.

"Oh shut up," You snap, bravely- making him cut off his laughter immediately and look at you. You dare to fucking talk to him like that? "Come on, go get me a towel, please!! I'll owe you one."

After a moment, he stands up straight again and crosses his arms. Yes, he could do something horrible to you right now to teach you not to talk back to him; but it looks like you're going to struggle without his help. All he has to do is watch! "Hmm, nope!"

"Come on!"

"Not gonna happen."

"Ugh." You groan, leaving the window and Mal and plopping down on a bench. Fucking bastard.

This is so awkward. Especially since you know he's still out there!! And he could send someone in at any time.

... Minutes later, and you're still dripping wet but now freezing fricken cold, a towel is flung in through the still open window and lands on the wet floor near your feet. Your eyebrows fly up your forehead, as you look from it in surprise and to the window.

Mal's voice calls through it. "There! Its no fun if you just sit and bear your punishment." Huff. You can just imagine the cute boy - the look works for Mike, but is just very odd on Mal, - crossing his arms and setting his jaw, or even pouting. His voice just sound sooo frustrated. "I'll get you another time, anyway. Everyone will go down, eventually."

"Oh... mhm, oh sure." I mean, I can at least listen to his evil babble since he got me a towel, you think as you start drying yourself down and getting dressed.

A moment after you've got your shirt on, the door is kicked open and Mal stands on the threshold, making you jump. "Jesus christ!- "

"Kiss thank you?"

"Get outta here!" Absolutely not!

Scott:

Peering out from the window, you nearly miss the boy leant up against the cabin beneath you, in fact you would have- if it weren't for his bright orange hair. You gasp, unintentionally getting his attention and smiling brightly when he looks up to find you. "Scott!"

A confused, yet somehow still evil expression paints his face. "Y/N?? What are you doing?"

"Well farm-boy, how do you feel about giving a lady a hand??"

Scott snorts, getting off the wall and stepping back to see you properly. "Lady? I don't see any lady here."

Oh- Bastard. You look back into the bathroom before disappearing from the window for a moment before returning, and promptly clobbering him with an empty shampoo bottle. "You see her now!?"

"Ugh... yeah." He grumbles more malleably now, much more open to suggestion as he rubs his forehead. "Sure, now I see her... ow."

Now you feel a little bad. He looks so pitiful when he's in pain... and yes he's a rat but... its still not okay to hurt someone. You aren't Chris. And also you're getting colder and colder as the water drips unimpeded down your skin and maybe its making you soft. "Ohh... okay, I'm sorry."

He glances up at you, surprised at your apology. "Ahh, no problem, I guess... " Did someone just apologise for whacking him on this show? He crosses his arms, raising a curious look to your disembodied head. "Uhh, what'd you need a hand, with?"

"I... kinda... forgot a towel... could you please go get one for me??"

For a moment you watch his eyes narrow and a wicked grin flicker at the corners of his mouth and get anxious that he's going to ask for something in return- before he rolls his eyes and just shrugs, turning and heading off to the cabin. "Yeah, sure, whatever. Be right back- try not to gather too much attention, haha."

As he walks off, you duck under the window again, sighing in so much relief. "Thanks, Scott!"

When he returns, you're waiting at the door and crack it open just enough to get the towel from him immediately- which you quickly wrap around yourself comfortably and sigh. "Thank you so much!"

"Hm. No problem." He huffs, wondering why the hell he did this for you anyway and crossing his arms again.

From inside, you carefully ask: "Are you gonna get weird if I hug you now?"

Immediately Scott's ears go bright red and he quickly loses every little bit of cool-guy vibe from a moment ago. "I-In your towel?? N-No!! I mean- yes!" He rubs the back of his neck, looking away from the door like its you, or he'll accidentally spontaneously develop x-ray vision and damnit, he's a gentleman. "I mean... " Or at least he tries to be.

Grinning, because Scott's unexpectedly cute now that you've flustered him, you quickly open the door, hug him quick, then close the door again and shout 'BYE'.

#Total Drama Villains x Reader #Total Drama Island #Total Drama All Star #Total Drama Revenge Of The Island #td x reader #Chris McLean #td Heather #td mal #td Scott #Td Heather x Reader #td Heather Imagine #td Scott x Reader #td Scott Imagine #Total Drama Imagine #Chriss McLean x Reader #Chris Mclean Imagine #td Mal x Reader #td Mal Imagine

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awanderingdeal · 3 years ago

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Summer camp AU - Chapter 5 - Remus

Finally an update to this! I found this chapter super hard to write for some reason. I hope you enjoy it!

CW: Food, implications of past toxic family relationships

Fic Rating: T

Please message me if you feel that any content warnings need to be added or the rating is not appropriate.

The characters in this fic belong to @lumosinlove and you should definitely go and check out her fics!

For previous and future chapters please see my masterlist

Remus moved tentatively as he climbed over Sirius, doing his best not to wake the other man. He wasn’t quite sure when Sirius had arrived, a vague memory of a muttered apology sometime during the early hours of morning surfacing, but he’d been asleep and barely registered it. He huffed a laugh at how Sirius had burrowed himself under the sheets, his inky black hair the only thing visible. The bed really wasn’t big enough for the two of them, and as much as Remus loved Sirius, his boyfriend leaked heat like a furnace. Still, soon the campers would be here and the two of them would have to set an example by not sneaking into one another’s accommodation so Remus savoured the company whilst he had it.

The air had already started to hold a damp heat when Remus stepped out, despite the amber hues of sunrise barely having lifted. A sweet breeze gave some welcome relief as he picked up a steady job, his muscles slowly waking to the chirping chorus of birds he couldn’t identify even with their daily meetings. Remus almost missed the flash of red hair hidden behind a tall pine tree, except for the hushed laugh that drags his attention away from a feisty squirrel he’d paused to watch. He rolls his eyes at the couple, an act he acknowledges is highly hypocritical considering the origins of his own relationship. The two kissed again, drawing the owner of the rough laughter into view and Remus startled. He peered closer, confirming his first observation - that was Kasey Winter, but the person he was with was most definitely not Natalie Darcy, Kasey’s girlfriend. Ordinarily, Remus would pretend he hadn’t witnessed anything, writing the situation off as none of his business, only both Kasey and Natalie were good friends of his. He pushed the dilemma to the back of his mind for now and pressed on with his run.

The work day had seemed unusually long, Remus learning the cruel lesson that even the most adored job became tiresome when you wanted to be somewhere else. Placing the final package of dressings in their drawer, Remus ticked the item off his checklist with a flourish. He looked around the nurses station, giving a satisfied nod and a self congratulatory smile; the place was really starting to come together. Now that he was finished for the day, Remus rolled his shoulders, letting himself relax.

Without the distraction of inventories and paperwork, Remus’ mind wandered to thoughts of Sirius. A phone call from a panicked parent needing reassurance the camp could, in fact, accommodate her child’s allergies had lasted long enough to result in him taking a late lunch, so Remus hadn't had a chance to talk to his boyfriend all day. He knew he could find Sirius in the drama studio, his phone having buzzed earlier with a message informing him of the fact Sirius would be there for the entire afternoon, only he didn’t want to alienate him from the other counsellors by spending all their time together. Traipsing back to the cabin to change out of his uniform, Remus shook off the doubt. There was a time for balance, but it wasn’t the day after your boyfriend reunited with their sibling after years apart.

Both Sirius and Heather jumped at Remus’s knock on the heavy wooden doorframe, the pair deep in conversation. “Oh, I believe that is my cue to leave,” Heather smiled, the expression settling something in Remus he hadn’t even realised needed settling.

“Thanks for all your help today, Heather.” Sirius accepted the broom she handed to him. “Both with this,” he continued, gesturing to the room around him, “and for the advice. You should consider a career as a therapist. Trust me, I should know.”

“Here I was antagonising over my future and Mr Sirius Black solved it in one afternoon,” Heather laughed, sticking her tongue out playfully. “It was no problem, way better than sorting out the games’ equipment shed, anyway. I can’t wait to see what your tiny theatre kids do in here.”

“They’re not tiny, they’re middle schoolers.”

“Exactly, middle schoolers. Tiny,” Remus agreed, stepping into the studio. It smelt of polish and other than a pile in the centre of the floor, any evidence of the years worth of dust that had been allowed to gather was gone.

“The key is not to let them know you think that,” Heather winked.

“This isn’t my first year, you know,” Sirius grumbled, his accent thickening the way it always did when he was even mildly inconvenienced, “Get out of here,” he shooed Heather off. “And talk to June! I definitely saw heart eyes this morning.”

“Well then, you need your eyes testing,” Heather retorted, leaving with a raised eyebrow and a peppy wave.

"Bonjour, mon loup,” Sirius sang, gathering Remus in his arms. At 5”11, Remus wasn’t even short, but Sirius could still easily prop his chin on the top of his head, albeit only briefly. A short breath of air left Sirius’ mouth, almost but not quite a laugh, and Remus found his chin being lifted for a kiss. "Come on, let's go and sit by the lake. I'll tell you everything."

Remus schooled his expression into the most innocent he could manage. "I was just going to ask how your day was."

"Sure." Sirius laughed properly now, the both of them stumbling slightly as he tried to nudge Remus' shoulder. "You're practically vibrating. Thought I was supposed to be the intense one?

“Sometimes it’s my turn,” Remus smirked, pointing out a large, flat rock in the distance that seemed like an ideal sitting place. Sirius nodded, letting Remus guide their slight change in trajectory to head towards it. “You know, you don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to. I will always be interested in your life, but if you want this to stay between you and Regulus then I completely understand.”

Sirius flicked his gaze over to Remus briefly, the smile soft on his face. It reminded Remus of when they had still been dancing around one another. Long evening walks where their hands would brush, just barely. Looking back, he didn’t know how they had lasted so long before that almost inevitable kiss. One thunderstorm and two leaking roofs, that was all it had taken in the end. “I know,” Sirius shrugged. Those were the last words he said until they reached the low slab, a once rugged thing that had been smoothed out by a lifetime of exposure. Remus thought there must be something poetic in it, but he was too tired to figure it out.

The quiet lasted long enough for Remus to figure Sirius had changed his mind, playing their hands together as they looked out onto the water.

“They live in California now, they’re here to teach archery and they are non - binary,” Sirius breathed out the sentence, the words blending together and his accent thick, but Remus was practised enough to decipher them.

“California? That’s a long way from Montreal -” Remus toyed with the sleeve of Sirius’ t-shirt. “ - How’d they end up there?”

Sirius' face crumpled a little, quickly gathering himself. “They were staying with a friend of our family’s there, Severus. He always seemed nice, nicer than the rest of their crowd anyway, but it turns out he’s no different to the rest of them. Regulus is trying to get out of there.” A sheepish smile spread over Sirius’ face. “I might have invited him to live with us. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I should have asked first. They were just so worried and -”

“Hey,” Remus squeezed Sirius's hand. “I’m not going to pretend that a consultation wouldn’t have been nice, but it’s your house -”

“It’s our house,” Sirius frowned.

"The house was bought with your money and I can completely understand and appreciate why you offer a roof over your sibling's head without question."

Sirius played with the necklace, a silver lion, hanging around his throat. Remus lifted his hand to touch its twin, draped around his own neck. "Just like that? Even though I've spent every mention of them detailing how much they had hurt me?"

Turning to face Sirius more surely, Remus gave a comforting smile. "Do you trust them?"

There was a brief pause, but the "yes" that followed was sure and confident.

"That's good enough for me," Remus said. "Shall we go and join everybody for dinner? There's apple pie tonight."

Dinner ended up being the usual ruckus that Remus had become re-accustomed to over the past few days. He loved the way the dining room thrummed with the same energy that radiated throughout meals with his own family. Thomas and James' dares grew more and more ridiculous until Sergei barked at them that he wouldn’t allow them any more BBQ if they did not calm down.

“ -Yeah, so ma Maman had to come and collect me. I think I lasted 5 hours,” Jackson finished his grandiose retelling of his first experience at camp.”

“Nado!” Evgeni set his glass down with a heavy thud. Remus had learned the tall Russian man had the gentlest of spirits, but grace was not an attribute he possessed in large amounts. “Why you go to horse camp if scared of horses?”

“I was 8,” Jackson argued. “I had never seen a horse in real life. It just looked fun.”

Once the rippling laughter dissipated, the conversation evolved into useful hints of tips from those of them that weren’t new on how to handle similar situations with their own campers.

“Hey, Katie,” Remus leaned over Sirius to address the youngest of the Dumais’. She had only arrived yesterday along with her siblings and Sergei’s wife and children, but she’d made herself right at home, squeezing herself between Sirius and Logan, who she had declared her favourite, instead of joining the rest of her family at their table. “Can I steal Sirius please? I need to show him something.”

“It’s time for Katie to go with Anya back to our cabins,” Celeste interrupted. “Viens, ma chérie. Tu peux revenir demain matin.” Katie left with a pout to a round of goodbyes.

“What did you want to show me, mon loup?” Sirius cocked his head curiously.

“Nothing,” Remus admitted sheepishly. “I just wanted to get a good spot under the pavilion before everybody else finishes and comes outside.” Sirius rolled his eyes, letting Remus tug him into a standing position. During camp, the small structure would serve as a meeting point and could fit a dozen or so people in when they were standing, but it was pretty full with Sirius’ 6 foot 3 form sprawled across it, there wasn’t much space for anybody else, and this was Remus’ favourite spot. He could lie under the shelter, a little less exposed to the biting insects that seemed to love him so much and still see everybody on the green around them.

Soon, the space would be filled with eager children, and Remus would be constantly poised to treat the next ailment, but at the moment, he was content to watch this year's counsellors get to know one another better. He was an old hand at this now, however, he could remember the bristling excitement as his first training week had drawn to a close, the knowledge that he was soon to be responsible for people who didn't seem all that much younger than he was, both terrifying and exhilarating.

The sky had been threatening rain for hours now, and it finally fulfilled its promise.

“My hair!” Finn’s screech broke through the chorus of rain. The blonde boy, something in the back of Remus’ brain supplied him with the name Leo, immediately tucked Finn against his side, throwing his jacket over his head. Remus wasn’t sure whether their shaking was as a result of the damp seeping through their clothes or the pair’s laughter.

Remus had always enjoyed people watching, noticing the subtle intricacies of human behaviour when they didn’t realise you were looking, so he caught Leo’s small glance up at Logan just before he put some space between himself and Finn.

Finn wasn’t having any of it though, dragging Leo back to him, attempting to get the small jacket over the top of the both of them.

"Do you see that?" Remus lifted his shoulder, jostling Sirius slightly.

Sirius grunted, the annoying chime of the game he was playing sounding loudly as he progressed to another level. Remus had given up on complaining, and the repetitive nature of swiping candies across the screen seemed to relax Sirius more than it bothered Remus. "See what?"

Leo was standing now, his t-shirt soaked through and his hair plastered against his face in damp strands. Remus couldn't quite work out what he spluttered before walking off with long, quick strides, one last quick look at Logan as he went.

"There's something going on there,' Remus hummed.

"Stop meddling," Sirius laughed.

"I'm not meddling!"

Sirius turned a raised eyebrow on Remus and tucked his phone into the pocket of his jacket before pulling them both down so they lay on their backs. "Listen. I love the sound of the rain."

Remus knew he was being distracted, but the thudding rhythm of heavy droplets against the wooden slats of the rood was incredibly relaxing. Or at least it was until the sheeting downpour didn't stop and they had to dart through it, laughter heaving in their chests to meet the others in the large hall. Celeste sighed, bundling towels into their hands to dry off.

"Nice of you to join us, gentlemen," Dumo said, a guitar propped in his lap. "Take a seat. We were just about to teach our newcomers a few campfire songs. Sans the fire, of course. As two of our most experienced, maybe you could lead?”

“Je te hais,” Sirius grumbled.

Dumo ignored the declaration, and once they were seated he smiled. “Perhaps we will start with Everywhere we go?”

Despite an early reluctance from Sirius the sounds of the song were soon echoing off the walls, the group of counsellors enthusiastically answering Sirius’ calls.

Everywhere we go

People always ask us

Who we are

And where we come from

So we tell them

We’re the Lions

The mighty mighty Lions

And if they can’t hear us

We shout a little louder

We shout a little louder!

Dumo was lenient, taking over leading them through a few more songs himself until he faked a large yawn. “Well, it’s bed time for me. I’ll leave the guitar for anybody who wants to play. And remember, no matter how much we try to teach our campers such fun songs, they’d rather learn whatever routine is popular on Tip Top or whatever that thing is called, so be prepared!”

Logan commandeered the guitar quickly, holding it strong against his thigh and strumming it with a relaxed ease Remus wasn't sure he'd seen in the man before. He played through a few songs, others slowly filtering out as time went by until only a handful of people remained.

“Do my song, please?” Finn asked, eyes wide and pleading.

Logan shook his head, “Not here.”

Finn’s lower lip dropped into a pout and Remus saw the exact moment Logan succumbed to the expression. Remus didn’t blame him at all, Finn’s face bore an eerie resemblance to Bambi and only a monster could deny it.

“Fine.”

The slow chords started and the room quieted as Logan began to sing. It was more romantic than Remus had expected from the younger man.

And you can tell everybody

This is your song

It may be quite simple, but now that it's done

I hope you don't mind

That I put down in the words

How wonderful life is while you're in the world.

Logan and Finn were so invested in one another that Remus wasn’t sure they noticed Leo slipping quietly from the room.

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heathneycanon · 4 years ago

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reasons why phobia factor fucking slaps

ok this lowkey just turned into me rambling abt phobia factor while i rewatched it. putting it under a read more bc it’s super long lmao

like, the entire first five minutes are the campers being friendly to each other?? and vulnerable, to a degree??? you know i love that shit

courtney and trent?? talk to each other?? like. okay they’re never in the same frame together unfortunately, but they do have like, two whole back and forth conversations.

also in that campfire scene at the beginning, cody and trent are sitting next to each other and there are some. good screencaps

“exSQUEEZE me?!” like cody. ur such a dork omfg

duncan vulnerability hours

lindsay asks what a standee is and trent explains it and doesn’t mock her/isn’t annoyed with her at all, in contrast to a lot of the other campers interacting with lindsay. i love them as friends SO much u all have no idea

harold’s little scene with the ninjas. i love him sm. why does he have nunchucks with him when he goes to the bathroom??

leshawna is afraid of spiders and she runs away screaming from. chef wearing a spider suit??? like i don’t love spiders but if a man i knew wearing a spider costume was calmly walking toward me i wouldn’t react the same way as i would to a real spider. anyway i think this is hilarious.

season one heather vulnerability hours.....

i mean, i really wish they’d actually shown her talking abt her fear at the campfire, rather than just having it told by gwen in the confessional, but i get why they did that. regardless that one scene right before the sumo wrestler charges at her where she’s literally shaking.... i want to give her a hug

side note i hope the sumo wrestler is okay he hit his head quite a few times

ok so. trent accidentally leaving gwen buried underground because he’s getting chased by a mime isn’t like. a sweet gwent moment. but it is one of their interactions that i remember most vividly from tdi lmfao

what is a cute gwent moment is trent like. kneeling next to her while chris is burying her. and the face he makes at chris when he jokes abt not digging her up..... i love them sm

also gwen sounds so fucking dramatic when they close the box she’s in like. “goodbye cruel world” gwen ur being buried for 5 minutes ur not dying sdfjlafskj i love her

duncan hyping dj up before he picks up the snake is so cute?? like he’s clapping for him and he’s got what i call “adorable duncan face” which is where his eyes are full circles and he’s smiling. i can remember him making this face at courtney, dj, and alejandro throughout the series and it’s just. ugh loving soft duncan hours

“ah! it blinked” “it means she likes you” sadie where are u getting this information

okay so i googled if this was true and the result i got was “snakes can’t blink” so first of all i have no clue where sadie pulled that fact from and i have even less of an idea of where chris got that fucking. blinking snake from. is that even a snake??

when dj picks up the snake and they all hype him up?????? i love the killer bass so much it’s unreal

more cute gwent moments... gwen and trent talking on the walkie talkies.. they’re so cute

when the mime pops up behind trent and he does that little scream.... it’s loving trent hours u guys

trent is so bothered by a mime literally just. being a mime. me too trent. me too.

duncan and the celine dion music store standee.... everything abt that scene

"DUDE SHE’S MADE OF CARDBOARD” tyler i love you

courtney genuinely saying that it’s okay if he can’t do it (when she was being harsh to dj about the snake earlier..... duncney is so good in tdi u guys)

and then theY HOLD HANDS GUYSSSS IM SOFT FOR THEM

and THAT is what gives duncan the encouragement he needs to go for it?? they’re so good.

his “okay, okay” right before going for it... duncan’s voice acting is so good in this episode omfg

THE MUSIC THAT PLAYS WHEN HE HUGS THE STANDEE AND THEN EVERYONE CHEERING ITS SUCH A GOOD SCENE

THE DUNCNEY HUG

“duncan, you’re awesome!” and the look of shock on his face at both the fact that he did it and that courtney’s hugging him...... have i mentioned i love duncney yet?? bc i do

i can’t believe i used to dislike duncney omfg

then when courtney realizes that she’s hugging him and steps back jafksdfjlsa she’s so cute

and then the rest of the bass come over and hype duncan up more like. i love how supportive they all are in this episode!!

trent is so excited when he finally gets the mime to leave him alone fakjldjfl like he didn’t have to ROAST the dude. but he did.

chris somehow owns a remote control hail cloud?

lindsay getting excited about the “baby cloud” and calling it over?? she’s so cute omfg

trent fucking. hates geoff. gwent has geoffphobia in tdi ig

when they dig up gwen and she throws the walkie talkie at his head but he doesn’t stop smiling..... your honor i love them

owen and izzy getting out of the plane and kissing the ground together..... adorable.

cody with a fucking. watermelon on his head and covered in trash scares bridgette out of the woods. that will never not be funny to me

THAT ONE FUCKING SCENE. WHERE SADIE AND LINDSAY HYPE EACH OTHER UP. THAT MAY BE ONE OF MY FAVORITE SCENES IN THE ENTIRE SERIES. I LOVE THEM SM

the only bad thing abt this ep- tyler should have gotten the fucking point. he completed the challenge. i love courtney, but realistically, she should have gone home this ep and tyler should have stayed.

bridgette hyping tyler up...... im soft they should be friends

“quit being such a girl” courtney im sorry but the only reason you’re still in the game rn is because ezekiel made sexist comments in episode one. what are u saying lmfao

tyler and heather’s reactions to their fears rly make me think. bc like. most of the other campers have a more outward, loud reaction, maybe scream and run away. a couple are just a little wigged out. gwen gets a little snippy and is clearly super freaked out as well. but tyler and heather just. completely shut down. like, curled up in a ball, nonverbal, and shaking. makes u think.

why did cody need a calculator to figure out that the score was 7/3....... cody is canon lgbt+ bc he can’t do basic math without a calculator confirmed

also regardless of how little sense that made. at least that screencap gave us commie cody

when gwen starts trying to psych courtney out and heather like. gasps and looks shocked..... i like to think that heather feels a little bad for courtney here. heathney real.

duncan and bridgette hyping courtney up..... i love the killer bass so much omfg

courtney looks so sad when she walks away from the jelly.......

and then in the confessional right after?? she’s like. crying a little bit :( and she’s beating herself up abt it like..... :( courtney no

LITERALLY she’s like “how could i be so weak” “i deserve to go home” “you’re pathetic” (to herself) and then tells herself to show some confidence and then. she just starts crying again. and then slaps herself?? GOD I FUCKING LOVE COURTNEY SHE’S SO HARD ON HERSELF

owen just. hangin out in the tub of jelly. i love u, u wild dude. fuckin sit in that green jelly. loving owen hours

the little look that courtney and tyler give each other when they’re the last two without marshmallows..... half solidarity half “i don’t want to be the one going home”. i love them sm :(

i KNOW i said this earlier but. tyler should NOT have gone home this episode!!!!!! only bad thing abt this ep

all the fuckin chicken puns are a little bit funny tho

“he won’t be flying high tonight” bridgette chickens can’t fly

when courtney goes “okay, that’s enough” like. tyler’s not even there at this point but she’s defending him. maybe it’s because she still feels she should have gone home instead? maybe it’s because of that little bit of solidarity she felt for him when they were the final two without a marshmallow? maybe i’m reading too much into this? but idk. i think it’s sweet

okay no i have another complaint. what the fuck was the whole boat ride for tyler?? like when sadie gets eliminated the surprise she gets is that katie is on the boat. when tyler is on the boat, CRYING, after literally none of his teammates came to see him off, after he LITERALLY COMPLETED THE CHALLENGE BUT DIDN’T GET CREDIT FOR IT. the fucking. CHICKENS POP OUT?????? tyler deserved better

also some of the challenges were a lot easier, or at the very least, harder to fail than others this ep. i love it but come on. lindsay and sadie vs like. gwen vs owen and izzy vs dj. there were very different time limits, actual fright level, ability to back out once they were doing the challenge.... not a fair challenge

also uhm. if we’re being technical tyler and heather had the exact same reaction to their fears, so why did heather get a point and tyler didn’t? if the chicken had run at him, would he have won? smh

i do love this episode so much but. i had a couple complaints

okay finally lindsay’s little confessional to tyler where she blows him a kiss.... they’re so adorable lyler rights!!

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artificialqueens · 4 years ago

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Good Morning Campers, Chapter 4 (Crystal x Gigi) - Gelato

AN: Sorry this is so late but I started on another project that will be posted next week, thanks for the notes I really appreciate it!

“Aren’t you scared someone’s going to walk in, Miss Goode?” Crystal whispered, breathing shakily as Gigi dropped to her knees and lifted her skirt.

Her heart was racing and she hoped secretly that someone would catch them in the act.

They’d been sneaking around for well over two weeks now. Their stint in the disciplinary cabin at the edge of camp had quickly passed and they no longer had a reason to spend every waking moment together.

It was pure bliss for those seven days, spending every minute of the day at each other’s side for camp chores and each night in one another’s arms.

They’d truly gotten to know each other in and out. What they loved, hated, and wanted more than anything in the world. Stories swapped about childhood and life back home. What made each other tick, what turned each other on..

No secrets.

They were hooked on one another.

It didn’t end when they left the cabin and went their separate ways. They were just a mulch covered path away, their new quarters just a few feet from each other’s as they joined their peers as regular campers in overcrowded bunks for the remainder of their stay at Blue Springs.

Gigi was still miffed about her demotion, but wouldn’t change anything if it meant never spending the time with Crystal that she did.

“You want me to stop?” Gigi breathed hotly against Crystal’s thigh before running her tongue to meet the edge of her panties.

“No, don’t stop..” Crystal moaned softly, begging, praying that Gigi wouldn’t dare move as she ran her fingers through her red curls.

Gigi quickly did away with the offending underwear before swiftly hitching Crystal’s leg over her shoulder.

The shower stalls had become their regular meet up. It was mid morning just after breakfast, long after the morning shower rush had passed. They didn’t have much time, knowing their friends would come looking for them sooner or later.

Crystal reveled in the feel of Gigi’s tongue against her, coming undone in just a matter of minutes. She failed to keep her screams of pleasure from loudly bouncing off the shower stalls.

Gigi’s hand snaked up to cover her mouth. Crystal took her index finger between her lips and sucked slowly before pulling Gigi up to meet her lips. They kissed passionately, never wanting this moment to end.

“You.. have gotten so good at that.” Crystal breathed with a laugh, chest heaving and heart beating straight out of her chest.

“I learned from the best.” Gigi whispered hotly before bringing her in for another lasting kiss.

Crystal quickly dropped to her own knees to reciprocate before the echo of the camps PA system brought her to a screeching halt.

“Will all campers grades 10 through 12 please report to the main pavilion for announcements. That’s all campers, grade 10 through 12, report to the main pavilion.” Mrs. Davis’ voice reverberated through out the camp grounds.

The girls quickly scurried to compose themselves and to go there separate ways to meet up with their friends, much to their dismay.

After a rushed kiss goodbye, they left the stalls separately as they came, hoping that no one would notice.

——-

“Why is Creepy Crystal staring at you like that.” Violet leaned to whisper in Gigi’s ear as they sat in the crowded pavilion awaiting announcements.

It took everything in her not to yank her so called friend by the hair and threaten her life for speaking about Crystal that way, but she had agreed to Crystal’s suggestion to ignore anything anyone had to say about one another. They wanted to keep their relationship private for the time being.

Much to her relief, Mrs. Davis stepped onto the stage and began to garner the attention of everyone in the pavilion.

“Shh, it’s starting.” Gigi threw Violet’s way, ignoring her previous statement.

She chanced a glance over at Crystal, who was indeed looking over her way.

The lust in her eyes didn’t go unnoticed. Her cheeks were still flushed from their earlier meet up. She licked her lips and slowly uncrossed and recrossed her legs, flashing Gigi a bit to reveal that she hadn’t bothered to put her panties back on.

Gigi’s vision went hazy and her face got hot. She couldn’t look away.

“I’m still wet.” Crystal mouthed from across the room, biting down on her neon green polished finger tip.

Gigi went weak in the knees.

“Alright girls, settle down.” Mrs. Davis spoke into the microphone at center stage, barely succeeding in taking Gigi’s attention from Crystal.

“As many of you have looked forward to for the last few weeks, this weekend is our annual summer fling with the Blue Mountain’s Camp for Boys.” She began reading from her clip board.

Most of the pavilion erupted with cheers of excitement, aside from the Strange Gang that shared a few gagging noises, earning them a couple of glares from their peers.

“As we have in the years before, we will be tasking you all in preparing for the event. Before leaving our meeting today, please take a look at the sign up sheet. We need plenty of help decorating! Don’t forget to also place your nomination for Summer Fling Queen. You will have until the evening of the dance to place your votes.” Mrs. Davis continued.

This announcement sparked even more excited chatter from the girls, each prattling on about what to wear, what duty they wanted, and who’s name they’d throw in for Queen.

Gigi’s name flew around the room as it had the previous year. She was always a shoe-in for Queen, and although she had been mildly disgraced for being demoted from the Junior Counselors, her popularity around the camp had done nothing but soar.

“We’ll also be offering buses into town this afternoon for the young ladies who would like to do a little shopping ahead of the festivities!” Mrs. Davis shared, earning even more excited buzz from the audience.

“Yes! I’ve had my eye on a pair of earrings at the mall.” Naomi said, leading the girls out of their seats to head back to the cabin and prepare for their awaited mall trip.

Gigi chanced another glance at Crystal, who hadn’t seemed too excited for a shopping trip of her own. Her eyes were suddenly down casted and she stayed seated, twisting her fingers with one another. Gigi made quick of telling the girls that she wanted to stay behind for a moment to speak to Mrs. Davis so they would head back to the bunks before making a b-line toward Crystal.

“I’ll meet you guys later.” Crystal said to her own friends, hoping that they would give her a moment alone as she saw Gigi approaching.

“You don’t seem too thrilled about shopping.” Gigi began, taking a seat next to Crystal as the pavilion cleared out.

“Don’t have a lot of money to spend. But it’s alright, I think I’ll just skip out on the dance all together.” Crystal shrugged.

“What? No! You have to go! It’s camp tradition.” Gigi crossed her arms, in disbelief that she would be missing her chance to see Crystal in formal wear.

“I don’t have anything to wear.” Crystal laughed, leaning into a seemingly pissed Gigi. She found it amusing how worked up she had gotten over a dance.

“Well lucky for both of us, I have plenty.” Gigi smirked, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

Crystal bit her lip and began to protest, but was no match for Gigi as she pulled her from her seat and back toward the bunks.

———

Gigi denied the invitation to join the rest of the Heather’s on the bus to town, much to their annoyance.

She had insisted that she already had something to wear, but denying a trip to the mall was extremely unlike her, and this didn’t go unnoticed by Violet in particular.

After some back and forth the group left. Gigi breathed a sigh of relief and waved Crystal over from the cabin across from her own.

“Alright, short or long? I have a thousand options to choose from, baby. Take your pick!” Gigi wasted no time laying out her formal wear that had been hanging in the shared cabin closet until now.

“I dunno, Geeg’. I don’t think I’ve ever worn anything this expensive.” Crystal whispered sheepishly, taking a price tag between her fingers and running her thumb over the offensive numbers.

“Forget about that. I want you to feel as beautiful as you are. I know you don’t need an expensive dress for that. But I’m not going to let you skip out on this dance.” Gigi replied, picking up a shimmering piece toward the top of the pile.

“Try this for me, please. It’s super sparkly and bright and I’ve sort of been imagining you in it every time I see it hanging in the closet.” Gigi blushed a bit, still uncomfortable with sharing just how much she thought about Crystal on a daily basis.

Crystal agreed after some protest, stripping down and slipping the dress on.

It was a baby pink, silk gown with shimmering accents along the bodice. It hugged each of her curves just right, earning her a look of approval from Gigi who sat in awe at how a simple dress somehow transformed Crystal.

“Well, what do you think?” Crystal sighed, secretly loving how the dress fit her body like a glove. She turned her back to Gigi and looked over her shoulder for a pose.

“I think I love it on you, but I’d like it better off.” Gigi replied, pulling Crystal onto her lap.

The two took full advantage of having the cabin to themselves for the rest of the afternoon.

———

The evening of the dance came soon enough, the entire camp buzzing with excitement. After a full day on the lake, the campers scampered to get ready for a night they’d all been looking forward too since arriving weeks prior.

Crystal was a ball of nerves. She couldn’t even afford a prom ticket back home, so a dance was uncharted territory for her.

She admired herself in the single dirty mirror that cabin had to offer, the remaining member’s of the Strange Gang offering a stark contrast to her as they sported punky dresses of various colors paired with high top sneakers and wild makeup.

Crystal decided to forgo too many accessories as she normally would pile on and opted for a single drop pearl necklace Gigi had given her to pair with the dress, along with matching earrings. Her hair cascaded down her back in waves, and her make up was more subdued than usual, her sparkling lip gloss accentuating her plump lips and bringing out the shimmer in her gown.

She truly was a vision, the baby pink silken fabric hugged her perfectly, and her teal blue hair somehow tied it all in like a Barbie fever dream.

“You look stunning, babe. You think she’ll ask you to dance?” Adore piped up from behind her with a raised eyebrow. She was the only one that knew the dress was from Gigi, and the only one that she wasn’t afraid to tell the full truth of their relationship to.

Yvie still held a bit of resentment toward the Heather’s along with Katya, and Crystal had decided keeping them in the dark was better than pushing the envelope this close to camp being over.

“I have no clue. Every part of me hopes she does. But I understand if she doesn’t.” Crystal replied, suddenly nervous at the prospect of holding Gigi so closely in front of the entire camp.

She was just excited to finally see what Gigi would be wearing. During Crystal’s little fashion show in her cabin she had successfully kept her own gown under wraps, intending to keep it a surprise for Crystal. They hadn’t seen each other all day, Gigi having warned her that she would spend the majority of it getting ready for the evening.

A hoard of cheers erupted outside as the buses filled with young men from the Blue Mountain’s Camp for Boys pulled into front entrance of the camp. Many of the girls were excited at the idea of meeting a boy this evening, and some were even reuniting with boyfriends that were attending the neighboring camp.

An announcement calling all campers to the pavilion bellowed over the intercom and sent the remaining campers out of their bunks.

Crystal and Gigi agreed that they wouldn’t be able to spend too much time at each other’s side during the event as not to raise suspicion, so they opted to meet behind the pavilion before the dance for some alone time.

Crystal switched from foot to foot nervously, her toes already aching as the heels Gigi gave her to wear began to pinch. The dance had already started and Gigi was nowhere to be found. Her heart sank as she realized she may not be meeting her after all.

“Hey gorgeous.” An angelic voice came up from behind her. Crystal’s shoulder’s instantly relaxed as she turned to face Gigi in all her stunning glory.

She modeled a shimmering silk dress that was the exact same as Crystal’s, except in powder blue. Her red hair draped gracefully over her shoulders in luscious tendrils, perfectly styled and framing her face. She had gone for a makeup look that only Crystal could have inspired, her blue eyeshadow and bright pink cheeks tied her look together. Her wrists carried clunky multicolored bracelets that she had lifted from Crystal’s personal collection.

“I hope you don’t mind, I swiped these when we stayed together. I was always planning on wearing them tonight. I wanted to keep a piece of you on me.” Gigi blushed and explained the jewelry as she noticed Crystal’s eyes fall onto them.

Crystal couldn’t help but let out an ecstatic squeal and rush into Gigi’s arms, overjoyed that she had wanted to emulate her on such an important night.

“Aw baby, we’re matching!” She bounced excitedly and stepped back only to take all of Gigi in.

“I know, that’s sort of why I had you try this one on first. I already had mine picked out and I was hoping you would love it so we could be a pair!” Gigi bounced along with her.

They kissed and held each other closely for a few moments before the sound of loud pop music interrupted them from inside the newly transformed dance hall.

“I guess we better get in there. See you after, same spot? ” Crystal asked with a pout before leaning in to give Gigi a final peck and the lips.

“Actually, I was thinking we could go in.. together.” Gigi nearly whispered, intertwining her fingers with Crystal’s and gently tugging her toward the music.

Crystal’s smile grew wider and her eyes softened as she fought back tears of joy.

“Yeah?” She mustered, in shock with Gigi’s proposal.

“Yeah. And if anyone has a problem with it, fuck ‘em.” Gigi nodded and smiled broadly before walking hand in hand with Crystal to the front entrance.

They were greeted by many shocked stares from fellow campers but marched on, truly not caring what anyone thought.

The pavilion was dimly lit, a dated disco ball hanging from the ceiling lit up the dance floor as campers from both camps danced awkwardly with one another, well supervised by several counselors.

The upbeat music quickly diminished and transition into the first slow dance song of the night. The opening keys of “Take My Breath Away” by Berlin hummed over the loud speakers. The dance floor cleared, save for a few couples that lingered to dance with one another.

“May I have this dance?” Gigi asked, pulling Crystal onto the floor.

They held each other close and noticed right away how everyone was staring, including members of their own cliques.

The Strange Gang hooted and hollered in surprised shock, embracing the new couple as they drifted across the dance floor.

The Heather’s were a different story. Nicki was surprised but a bit elated at Gigi’s obvious happiness, as well was Naomi. Violet however looked as if she was about to burst a blood vessel.

Gigi waved daintily at them with a smirk over Crystal’s shoulder and pulled her close. Crystal leaned back to come face to face with the red head, their lips close and her voice low.

“Gigi.. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way before. You make me the happiest girl alive. I think... I know I love-“ She was abruptly interrupted by a booming voice across the dance floor.

“Geeg’! Babe, I’ve been looking all over for you.” A tall, blonde teenaged boy bounded over cluelessly to the couple, his tux slightly disheveled and his bow tie hanging loosely around his neck.

“Chip?!” Gigi yelped in horror and stepped away nervously from Crystal.

She wasn’t going to let anything come between her and Crystal tonight, but she certainly wasn’t expecting her boyfriend from back home to walk through the door.

#rpdr fanfiction #crystal methyd #gigi goode #summer camp au #lesbian au #good morning campers #gelato

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pbandjesse · 3 years ago

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Im not having a very good day. I don't feel good. My feet hurt. Emotionally Im kind of a wreck. But I have to hope tomorrow is better.

I slept okay last night. Getting up and having to drive was hard. James had gotten us donuts so I didn't have to stop for breakfast. And It was an okay ride out. I got to camp and got my stuff all set up. My theme project had some issues but it worked well enough. I was in a weird head space.

And honestly my groups were a mixed ba. The first one was the tiniest campers and they were so cute and sweet and honestly I had the best time with them. I was so worried I was going to run out of materials but it ended up being fine. I had a few things left over even. But man was it stressful.

Because of that stress though I didn't have two of the older groups do the project. And that probably helped my supply but also it made it so that when one or two boys were like. Not interested in making any art I felt sad but had to kind of let it go.

My last group before lunch was a little bit of a nightmare. They were 10 minutes late. Then spent the first 10 minutes getting a talking to from their counselors. Then one of the boys kept loudly saying he didn't want to do art and being really negative. But I was focused on showing the others how to make bracelets so I had to turn that off in my brain. And then all of a sudden one of the boys ate a mouthful of paint?? I was shocked! I have never had that happen. I still don't know why he did it? Curiosity? Pica? No idea. He had blue all around his mouth. We had him rinse his mouth out but it was very upsetting.

Lunch was fine. I mostly sat alone. And once people did join me I got the email telling me I didn't get the job. And I was just. So sad. Like I don't even know if I would have actually liked the job, but I love the space and the people and the ethos of the whole operation. And while they were super kind about it, even giving me a voucher to take a free class, and telling me they want me to reapply in the future because they think there is a space for me there, it still hurt.

And then I started getting texts that dad was sick and going to the hospital. To call my brother. I was just like. My heart was racing. I was nausous. I spoke on the phone with my brother and it helped because he told me what was happening and that it seemed like everything would be okay. But I haven't heard my dad's voice. And Im just like. I need to know he's okay from him. My brother did help me calm down a little bit at least.

And I had to because my last group was there.

They were mostly great. Apparently last night they all got stung by a bunch of wasps and were pretty exhausted. But I taught them to make loom bracelets. We talked about stuff. It was really a nice time. Even if I was upset. It was a good enough distraction.

But once I was done and cleaned up I was like. I need something. Or I need to leave.

I had Sophie come and help me sort and label fabric for next week's project. And we both got very overheated. But once that was done I went to the office and Heather gave me a cookie. But I needed to leave. I had to go home.

I talked to Alexi and told her what was up and then I was off. i got my back pack and was out of there. I did forget a few things. But its fine. I will live.

The drive home was a little rough. But I got back here and it was fine. I got a shower right away. I needed to just be quiet.

I would talk to James a little. But they were mostly working. So I would unpack. And lay on the couch. And eventually have dinner.

Once James was done work we worked together to collect the addresses for our engagement cards. Im still missing some addresses but I have reached out to a few people. Its becoming harder. I feel like this is the type of things I should reach out to help with but I cannot do that right now. I just want to sleep now though. I started folding clothes and making plans for our trip next weekend. But it doesn't feel real.

Tomorrow were supposed to go get our new car. Im nervous. But it will be okay. I have decided.

Sleep well everyone. Take care of yourselves. Send my family good vibes.

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syahaz · 4 years ago

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Camp TV Short Story - War Declaration

It’s a mundane day after another camper got eliminated last night. This causes tension slithering toward a certain camper, who happens to rest his chin on his right arm and knee and lets his other leg sway back and forth while sitting on a picnic table. A quick elimination analysis playing in his fuzzy thoughts as he is staring down some wilting grass. There is also a gal who focusly writes pieces of her mind on her diary on an outdoor wooden lounge chair nearby.

Trenton: *Sighes.* Man, being not popular really sucks.

Heather: What about it? *Continue her writing without looking at him.*

Trenton: Don’t you realize that everytime we’re at the campfire pit, Geoff and Lewshana always, and I mean ALWAYS be one the earliest one to receive the sweet, sweet marshmallow of victory, security and another chance to win!

Heather: What makes you assume popularity has anything to do with your problem?

Trenton: Being more popular means more people like you. And more people like you means you are less likely to get voted off. And less likely to get voted off means you get to advance in this whole game we’re playing. Heck, I've almost been booted out a few times because of this.

Heather: So what are you gonna do?

Trenton: Well, *Stands up in boosted spirit and throws arms up.* I’m gonna make all the campers like me, including the Killer Bass too. I want to prove to myself that I’m very worthy to keep standing on this crazy island.

Heather: Yeah right… Like that gonna happen.

Trenton: *Pulls an instant frown.* What was that for?

Heather: Your goal is outright ridiculous. It's not gonna work. Literally.

Trenton: What the hell is wrong with you?!

Heather: *Turns to him.* What the hell is wrong with me? I’m just stating a straight fact. You’re not getting what you want.

Trenton: … You know what, I’m so done with you! *Stomps angrily towards her.*

Heather: Oh no you don’t! Don’t you dare get anywhere near me! *Hugging herself.*

Trenton: *Aggressively snatched her hands and twisted themselves like Twister players but still on their own foot.* I can’t stand anymore that you’re being such a snob! You always act friendly to Geoff and Lewshana and many others but me. Like for real, am I that different from anybody else that you treat me differently in a BAD way!?

Heather: Yes, it’s called Stop Pretending- *Muffled by his arm.*

Trenton: I can’t hear you, you coward!!!

Lewshana: *Shocked seeing the ordeal as she walks in. Dashed and dragged them both apart hastily.*

Trenton and Heather: *Struggling themselves as they keep the flame on.*

Trenton: Just so you know that I’m gonna Prove. You. Wrong.

Heather: Oh yeah? Let time tell who’s the winner, greasy hair!

Trenton: *Gasps.* You take that back!!

Lewshana: *Holds Trenton and Heather farther away from each other.* Cut that down! You two wanna keep playing swords here till someone else will get hurt?

Trenton & Heather: *Exchange furious glare for a few seconds. Facing oppositely out of annoyance and cross arms.* Fine.

Trenton: Fine.

Heather: Fine!

Trenton: *Turns head to her.* FINE!!

Heather: *Turns head to him.* FINE!!!

Lewshana: *Facepalms.*

--- Confessional ---

Trenton: I used to see her interesting, smart and even cute. But now, she’s just a prickly porcupine! *Groans.*

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Heather: I knew a bunch of guys like him. They tend to lie, cheat, fabricate, deceit, … basically anything dishonest. *Grunts.*

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Lewshana: Whatever these two bickering about, I only hope they’ll at least try to corporate every next challenge.

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mamawolfblood · 4 years ago

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Chap 13 X-Treme Torture

Chris: Last time on Total Drama Island… The twelve surviving campers were put through Master Chief Hatchet’s brutal boot camp. Duncan was the first to be sent to the brig by Major Harshines for disorderly conduct. Shocker! But what was a surprise was when by-the-book Courtney smuggled food to P.O.W. Duncan. The two proceeded to pull a B&E to steal some PB&J and ended up K-I-S-S-I-N-G. Hoo. Leshawna won her stripes for the Gophers and the Bass smelt something fishy when Courtney was suddenly voted off. Confession cams revealed that it was Harold who tampered with the votes to get back at Duncan for torturing him. That seems a bit unfair, I mean, hello? He’s a bully. That’s what they do. Birds gotta fly, fishes gotta swim, dude. Let a playa play. This week the campers are pushed to be extreme. Who will crack under the pressure? Find out right now on Total. Drama. Island!

Chris: Incoming!

Geoff: Hit the deck!

Gwen, Harold, Leshawna, and Owen scream.

Chris: Yes! I can’t wait to get my pilot’s license!

[crash]

[wheels screech]

Chris: Just flexing your muscles for today’s [through megaphone] Extreme sports challenge! [echoes]

Gwen: Ugh… It’s too early for this.

Chris: This week, you’ll participate in three challenges. First up, [through megaphone] Extreme sofa bed skydiving! Contestants will plummet, uh… Skydive to a waiting sofa bed target below.

A spring sproings from the matress

Chef screams but is muffled by the sand

Chris: Of course, you’ll be skydiving from five thousand feet. And using these.[he shows some parachutes and the Campers gasp] Our lucky contestants are Trent and DJ.

Trent: Sure. Why not? You know what they say on Blackcomb Mountain, bro. “Best glimpse of heaven’s on the way into hell.” Let’s do this.

DJ: Yeah. Uh, sure. Bring it on.

Chris: Not so fast. Because the second challenge of the day is… [through megaphone] Extreme rodeo moose riding! Contestants will rodeo ride the great Canadian bucking moose for eight seconds or get hooved into a giant pile of socks from the lost-and-found.

Leshawna: That stink pile ain’t nothing but laundry day back home.

Chris: It’s your lucky day, Leshawna. You’re riding for Gophers. And Geoff, you’ll ride for Bass.

Geoff: Yeah!

Owen: He doesn’t look too bucky to me. Hi, beautiful.[ the buck whacks him off]

Chris [through megaphone] : And the final challenge… Extreme sea doo waterskiing! Contestants will waterski a race course grabbing as many flags as they can before crossing the finish line. While a member from the opposing team tries to deceive you.

Heather: How can we waterski without water?

Chris [through megaphone] : It’s really hard. Check it out. [sea doo whirrs , Chef screams and Chris laughs] Awesome! Harold, you’ll ski for Killer Bass.

Harold: Sweet!

Chris: And Lindsay for the Screaming Gophers.

Lindsay: Kewl! I can model my new bikini!

Chris [through megaphone]: Now for the cool swag! Whoever scores the most challenges gets bragging rights for the night, saves their butts from elimination and wins a tricked out Multi Massage Mobile Shower.

[harp plays as the shower is revealed making everyone gasp

Heather[amazed]: Can it be?

Chris: Oh, it be.

Owen [after he smacks his face ]: Ah, a shower? How ’bout something good?

Heather: Listen to me, you marshmallow eating goof! We are going to win that shower if it’s the last thing we do, got it?

Harold watched Iris knowing he had to expose her. He also knew she could easily out him for the votes. "Whats wrong Harold? Are you still in shock your here?" Iris said the darkness in her eyes. She was daring him to try something. He flinched ar her question knowing Duncan and the other bass were Watching. "Yeah I am still in sock that they voted off Courtney." He said shrinking into himself. As everyone got ready for the challenges Heather sat by Iris. "You know for someone against bullying...You seem to have to problem doing so to Harold. I was watching you and I have to wonder why?" The Gopher girls were now looking at them. "Yeah your right hmmm you must be rubbing off on me." Iris said standing up to walk away.

(Confessional )

Heather "you know it's odd Duncan leaves Iris for Courtney. Iris started to defend Harold. Courtney got voted off not Iris is keeping Harold in line. Come on people put two and two together. She used Harold to get Courtney off the island. Honestly this is play book 101. "

*static*

(End of Confessionals)

Iris pov

In the mess hall Bridgette and Gwen find a note and make a bet. "You know it could be for someone else right?" I said rolling my eyes. "It sure as hell ain't for you." Duncan said wrapping an arm around me. "Cuz that guy and I will have some words." I laughed and playfully pushed him away. "You wanted Courtney Duncan. You can't have me too sorry. I don't play second fiddle." I said walking out and sat on the dock. "So what's the next move?" Harold asked dose he think I'm domb? "What do you mean by that?" I asked confused. Before screaming and falling in the water. "Harold why would you do that? I have been nothing but nice to you." I said angry. My dad and the other campers came hearing me scream. "Dude what is your problem?" Duncan said helping me up. I glare at Harold. "I didn't do anything. " He tried to defend himself. "Oh so she just screamed and threw herself in the water for no reason?" Duncan said cracking his knuckles. "Stop no need to get violent its just water. I can go dry off no big deal" I said getting everyone away from him.

On to the first challenge

Trent fell face first into the sand. While Dj landed safely on the matress. It was not pretty to watch in person poor Trent. He was lucky to be alive and ok...well for the most part.

The second challenge was about to start. Bridgette and Gwen still trying to figure out who the love note was for. Geoff didn't last long was flug into the pile of socks rather quickly. It was funny watching him fly over my father's head pants down. Leshawna was talking smack and the moose charged out of the gate. Leshawna scored us the point making it one to one. The last challenge would be the deciding factor. I just hope we win because I know who is getting voted off.

Chris[through megaphone] : So, we have a tie! Whoever wins the extreme sea doo waterski challenge… wins invincibility!

Lindsay: I’m ready!

DJ and Heather gasp as she appears in a green biki and sunglasses as sultry music plays

Heather: We are so dead. Unless… I get to drive the wave jumper!

Leshawna: Just win the dang shower so I can get my hair did.

(Confessional: Harold)

Harold: This is it. We’re tied for the win. Bad to the bone Duncan is driving Lindsay. I’m skiing for the Bass. Winning is inevitable. Goodbye wedgies, wet willies, and toilet face plunge. Hello… [smooth voice] Dirty Harold.

(Confessional off)

Gwen: Okay, so haikuist candidates are Duncan, Harold, DJ, or Owen.

Bridgette: Well we know Duncan was crushing on Courtney, so he’s out. And Harold is…

Harold [smooth voice]: Ladies. [grunts in his normal voice]

Gwen: Yeah. I’ll take Owen, you take DJ.

Heather [to Harold]: You are so out of your league, Alpha Geek.

Chris: Here’s the road rules. Oh wait, there are no rules! Which means this is gonna be awesome!

Bridgette: So, read any good poems lately?

DJ: So, ask any arbitrary way-out-of-left-field questions lately?

Bridgette sighs.

Chris: And go!

[wave jumper runs]

Harold: Ahh! Oh! Ow! Oowah!

Chris [over loudspeaker] : Flag one for Bass!

Geoff: Nice!

Bridgette: Yes!

Heather[in panic]: No!

Chris [over loudspeaker]: Five flags and headed home!

Heather: That’s impossible!

Chris: Heather has to cross the finish line or be disqualified! But when she does, Harold will take five flags to victory for the Killer Bass!

Heather gasps

(Confessional:Heather)

Heather: I couldn’t let that little dorkwad win. So I decided to cut him loose.

(confessional off)

Heather grabs a knife and cuts the rope.

Heather: Game over, guppy!

Harold: Victory is… huh? [Heather screams as her top is ripped by a tree exposing her boobs] Ah! [grunts and crashes on a rock]

Heather screams

[bear growls]

Chris: I don’t know what Heather did to make Harold lose his concentration, but its a total wipeout for the Bass team!

Harold[amazed]: Boobies…

Iris watches as Duncan was getting on the jet ski. She walked over making her hand a gun and pressed it to his back. "Hands were I can see 'em handsome." She said and he chuckled. "This is a violation of my rights officer. But I don't mind if it's you." He flirted back turning to face her. "Did I say turn around?" She asked before having his lips on her's. "He you two brake it up. Duncan my dude thin ice." My dad said stepping between them glaring at Duncan. I chuckles before wishing Duncan luck. "You young lady are on thin Ice too." Dad said befir starting the challenge and Lindsay won. This gave the screaming gopher's the win.

Chris: The Bass team went belly-up and will now decide which fishy to flush, while the Gophers totally scored some much-needed showers.

Leshawna sighs.

Owen: What’s up with chicks and showers?

Gwen: So we ruled out Owen and DJ.

Bridgette: I know! So who could it be?

Leshawna: Who could what be?

Chris: Another note from your secret admirer, Leshawna?

Bridgette and Gwen: Leshawna’s the crush, girl?

Leshawna: You two know someone else here with a booty as luscious as an apple?

Gwen: But who wrote it?

dramatic music plays

Chris: As you know, if you do not recieve a marshmallow, you will be forced to walk the Dock of Shame, and you will never ever return to camp. Bridgette and DJ, you are safe.

Bridgette gasps.

Chris [through megaphone]: Geoff! You’re safe, too!

Geoff: Muchos luchos, compadre!

Chris: Okay, that leaves Harold, who bailed big for reasons unknown.

(Confessional: Harold)

Harold[amazed]: Boobies.

(Confessional Off)

Chris: And Duncan who bailed even bigger because Lindsay left his circling the drain in a shameless–

Duncan [through gritted teeth] : The chick was determined.

Chris: Which is why you’re safe. Harold, sorry dude. You’re done like dinner.

[Elimination music]

Harold: Well, it’s been fun, guys.[after waving] Farewell Total Drama Island! I loved, I lost, and I saw boobies! What more could a man ask for? Be warned the Iris flower is not what it seems. It is a snake waiting to strike.

Gwen: You loved?

Leshawna: You’re a man?

Bridgette: You saw boobies?

Harold: Leshawna, I meant every word of that poem!

Leshawna[shocked]: Poem? That was you?

Bridgette: No. Way.

Leshawna: Baby, you some kind of freaky!

Harold [straining]: Give daddy some sugar.[Leshwana kisses him]

Bridgette, Gwen, and Lindsay gasp.

(Confessional: Chef)

Chef: Leshawna and Harold? I was as shocked as you. But you didn’t read the letters. [chuckles] Ooh, spicy.

(confessional off)

Geoff: Wait a sec. So, Harold saw your boobies?

Owen: Can we see?

Leshawna: Heck no. Wait a minute. Who’s boobies did you see?!

[dramatic sting]

Heather sighs as she comes out of the shower.

Leshawna[walking angrily towards Heather]: Uh-uh. Uh-uh-uh-uh-oh-oh-oh-oh. Oh, see now, you messed with the wrong sister!

#total drama leshawna #romance #original characters #td gwen #chris mclean #td trent #td heather #td chef #pay back #screaming #total drama #total drama island

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this-is-what-makes-us-fandoms · 5 years ago

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Phobia Factor |Total Drama Island|

Summary: Duncan helps you with your fear of confined places on Phobia Factor.

Pairing: Duncan x Reader

Warnings: None

Words: 2.8K

The screaming gophers team members walked towards your team, who were all still feeling the loss of the challenge. Courtney took a stand and confronted them on them being here, thinking they were here to gloat. They tried to play it off as being nice by offering dessert but in reality, they were just out here to air out their cabin. Which Owen, their teammate, had stunk up with his disgusting gas fumes. Beth walked up to Courtney, showing her that they, however, really did bring dessert for them. She held a plate of green gelatin in front of Courtney's face, making her yelp and take a few steps back.

"No! I mean, no thanks. I'm good," She said calmly, trying to play off her disgust.

"What, are you on a diet or something?" Duncan asked.

"No, I just don’t like green jelly, okay," She replied,

Beth shrugged her shoulders and moved onto the other "campers", sticking the plate right in front of DJ's face. DJ shrieked when he saw the gummy worm inside, thinking it to be a snake and smacking the plate out of Beth's hands. It landed right by Cody's feet and he picked up the candy worm inside of it, showing that it's just candy and not an actual snake.

"Sorry for tripping, snakes just freak me out," DJ explained.

Tyler patted DJ's back as he sympathized on his fear. "I feel you, chickens give me the creeps, dude."

"You're afraid of chickens?" You remarked, giving him a look.

Duncan chuckled at that confession. "Wow, that's—that's really lame, man."

And just like that you were all having this big bonding moment with everyone spilling what they were afraid of. Like Beth went on and on about how she was deeply terrified of being covered in bugs. Harold shared that he was afraid of ninjas, which you didn't believe to be honest. Considering how he’s always doing something ninja-like or bragging about being a skilled martial artist. You were really shocked when Heather admitted she was afraid of something, the girl is her own type of scary, you found it difficult to believe that she had a fear. But I guess even monsters have their nightmares. She admitted to being afraid of sumo wrestlers, her confession making you stifle a laugh with your hand. She shot you a glare and would’ve said something but the conversation quickly moved onto Gwen. Lucky for you since you weren’t really in the mood to deal with Heather.

"What's my worst fear?" Gwen questioned. "I guess being buried alive."

You shivered a little, yeah, that didn’t sound like fun but you weren't afraid of that.

"Walking through a minefield...in heals," Lindsay said after Gwen finished.

"Flying man, that's some crazy stuff," Owen shared, Izzy nodding her head as she agreed. "I would never go up in a plane."

"I'm scared of hail, small but deadly," Geoff said.

"Being left alone in the woods," Bridgette confessed.

Beside her, Sadie, sniffled before sharing her biggest fear, she hated bad haircuts. Lindsay gasped and changed her fear, she agreed that bad haircuts were the worst thing ever. Cody went next, his biggest fear was having to defuse a time bomb under pressure.

"I'm not really afraid of anything," Courtney said smugly.

You and Duncan both coughed, calling her out on her bullshit. "Yeah right." "Baloney."

"Oh really? Well what exactly are your phobias, Mr. And Mrs. Know-It-All," She scoffed.

That was your cue to look away and pretend like you had no idea what just happened. Duncan looked like he had just been caught doing something embarrassing as he looked around to the others. They were all waiting for him, and you, to share their biggest phobia. Mostly because they wanted to know what the big bad Duncan was afraid off. And you, Miss Mysterious, seemed to know a lot about everyone but hardly anyone knew a thing about you.

Duncan sighed and gave up his fear. "Ce-Celine Dion music-store standees."

Beside him, he heard you stifle a laugh before his attention turned to Cody who spoke up. "Ex-squeeze me? I didn’t quite get that."

"Dude, did you say 'Celine Dion music-store standees?'" Trent asked.

"Ooh, I love Celine Dion," Lindsay cheered. "What's a standee?"

"You know, that cardboard-cutout thing that stands in the music store," Trent explained.

"Don't say it, dude," Duncan said with a groan.

"Kind of like a life-size but flat, Celine," Trent went on.

"So, if we had a cardboard standee right now," Courtney went on before being cut off by Duncan.

"That's kind of pathetic," You chuckled.

"Oh yeah, and what are you afraid of?" Duncan challenged.

"No offense, you're all pretty cool people, some more than others. But you're not the only ones listening in and I'd rather not tell the world what I'm afraid of," You said.

And just like that they all realized they were on TV. "Uh, well, I've got nothing to hide. I hate mimes, like a lot." Trent shared.

"Okay Courtney, you're afraid of something," You said, trying to get her to spill.

"Nope—Nothing," She said, that smug smile still on her face.

"That's not what she said last night," Duncan laughed, making you roll your eyes and divert your gaze.

You liked Duncan, that much you knew, since the beginning you two just clicked. But you had no idea how he felt about you, sure you had your moments but he loved to mess around. And he seemed to have a thing for Courtney, you weren't about to interfere with that. You saw Courtney stand up and leave, completely missing out on what happened. You looked at Duncan, no doubt that he had something to do with it but he just shrugged his shoulders. After that, everyone decided to head back to bed, wanting some rest before another gruesome challenge tomorrow.

You walked next to Duncan in silence before the two of you reached the cabins and went your separate ways.

You sat at the table that held all your teammates, eating Chef's "food" as Chris announced the next challenge. He announced the next game to be a game called 'Phobia Factor' where everyone would be facing their greatest fears. And this right here is exactly why didn't share what your greatest fear is, and why you never will.

He pulled out a card, announcing Heather as the first victim in this challenge, facing her worst fear; sumo wrestlers. He called on Gwen next, she was going to be buried alive, making her gasp loudly. This is when everyone figured out that everyone was actually facing off their biggest fear. And now everyone thought you were a complete genius for not sharing your fear.

"Chef Hatchet, didn't you have a special order for Tyler here?" Chris said.

Chef nodded smugly as he presented Tyler with a whole fried chicken. Tyler picked it up and brought it to his mouth, biting the head off, only for a live chicken to pop out. Was that even possible? Tyler freaked out, of course, but ultimately setting off the game.

The game went on pretty okay, with everyone being presented their fear. Beth was shown a large pool of bugs in which jumped right in and swam around. Nice one Beth, way to set the bar so high! Sadie and Lindsay were both made to wear mullet wigs all day to complete their part of the challenge. Izzy and Owen were taken up on a plane that was being driven by Chef. Harold faced off ninjas, or at least tried, he ended up smacking himself with his own nunchucks. Why did he have nunchucks at the ready? Lashawna ran away from Chef dressed as a spider, coasting her team a point. Heather went up against a sumo wrestler and actually won, by total luck though. But it made the score 2-0 with the killer bass, your team, losing.

Bridgette was lead into the woods to begin her six hours of total solitude. You watched in slight horror as Gwen was being buried, poor girl. DJ eventually scored a point for you team when he conquered his fear of snakes. But you were still one-point behind so not much of a victory for you guys.

Cody was let somewhere where a garbage bomb was planted, one he had to defuse. As Trent was being chased by a mime, the rest of you moved onto the next fear. Duncan's Celine Dion music-store standee phobia, all of you stood in front of cardboard cutout of her as Chris explained what you had to do.

Duncan stood there with a terrified face as you helped him out. "She's pretty, she's nice."

"Just one hug and you're done," Chris explained.

"That—That looks really real, man," Duncan said, fear evident in his voice.

"Dude, she's made of cardboard! Get in the game!" Tyler yelled from the sidelines.

"Hey, it's okay if you can't do it," You told him gently.

He sighed and reached out for your hand, causing your heart to skip a beat. "Fine, I'll try." He said, giving you a smile. He took a deep breath before running off towards the cutout, arms outstretched to give her a hug. He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a hug, scoring the bass another point. You smiled widely, ready to give him a hug but someone beat you to it. Courtney wrapped her arms around Duncan, cuddling up to him and cheering. That's right, he and Courtney had a thing that you weren't about to get in between.

You and the others walked over to him and congratulated him for his big win. The score was tied until Trent faced the mime and scored the gophers another point, leaving the score 3-2. Next up was Geoff with a mini cloud of hail just for him to pelt him with hail. But this reminded Trent about Gwen being buried alive, but she completed her task and the gophers now had four points while the bass had two. Owen and Izzy also survived their plane ride, scoring their team another two points. Looks like your team lost another challenge, even if Sadie, Bridgette, and Tyler completed their tasks.

Speaking of which, Lindsay and Sadie conquered their fears and went the whole day with bad haircuts. Making the score 7-3, let's hope Tyler can get over his fear of chickens and win your team other point. But with Tyler being the last challenge of the day, what hope did you team have? Especially since Bridgette lost and ran out of the woods before time was up.

"Actually, we have two more challenges," Chris announced.

You looked at him in confusion, you and Courtney both refused to say what you were afraid of so what could they actually do? Chris brought everyone over to a tub of green jelly for Courtney to jump into, after they deduced that she was afraid of green jelly. That was probably more pathetic than Tyler's fear of chickens but when she explained why you saw her reasoning. It did look like snot, it made you shiver as you thought about it.

"Ugh, that is just cruel! It's probably warm by now, warm green jelly. Snotty, bouncy, ugh!" Gwen said, trying psych Courtney out.

Courtney stood at the top, looking down at the tub in disgust. "It's okay if you can't do it, Courtney." Duncan said.

"It is? But won't we lose?" You retorted.

In the end she chickened out, walking back to her team in shame, while the gophers cheered. "Not so fast gophers, I said we had two challenges left." Chris said as he looked at you. "On this show, we like to do our research, and since you didn't tell us your fear we had to dig it up. Thanks for that, by the way."

"And what did you find?" You asked cautiously.

"Absolutely nothing!" Chris sighed. "Which is why, if you tell us your fear and complete it, I will give you triple points."

You felt everyone's eyes on you, while you looked at Chris with a harsh glare while he smiled smugly. What were you going to do? You could do the challenge and score three points or leave it as is. But three points wouldn’t give you the win, so either way your team still loses.

"That'd still be 7-6 though," You said.

"True, but at least your teammates can't say you didn’t try," Chris said. You gave him a look which made him roll his eyes and speak up once again. “Fine, I’ll also throw in immunity for you and another camper of your choice.”

Your teammates all looked at you eagerly, hoping that you would take the deal. And they were all hoping they were good enough friends with you that you’d consider one of them for immunity. But let’s be honest, even if you did do it and win, you’d choose Duncan as your immunity buddy.

You sighed heavily. "Fine, I don't like small spaces."

"That's it?" Someone from the gophers remarked.

You turned to look at them with a glare, pointing a finger at them. "You try spending two hours in a small closet because your so-called friends forgot to find you during hide-n-seek!"

And then is where your fear of confined places stems from, all because of a small incident when you were six. Chris chuckled in the back as he started to set everything up before leading you to your challenge. You started to quiver as the lot of you walked with him, the last time you were stuck in enclosed area you had a massive panic attack.

Everyone looked at you as they waited for you to go into the small spaced area Chris had set up. You couldn't do it, you really just couldn't, it was too much for you.

"Hey, psst," Duncan whispered beside you.

"Uh, yeah?" You said.

"Shh, keep it down. Take this," Duncan slipped you something before you were pushed into your small space.

The last bit of light was shut out before you were in complete darkness and confinement. You just had to be in here for ten minutes, you could do it and score you team three points. "Hey, you listening?" A voice came through somewhere, more specifically through the device Duncan slipped you, a walkie-talkie.

"Yeah, what's up?" You asked.

"Figured you might need someone to talk to while you did this," Duncan said.

"Yeah thanks," You replied.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" Duncan asked sincerely, shocking you that he was being nice.

"Wow, it's not like you to be so nice," You teased.

"Keep doing that and I'll leave," He threatened.

"Sorry!" You yelped, not wanting to think about being alone. "So, uh, you and Courtney huh?" Now was your time to find out how Duncan felt about Courtney.

"What about me and Miss Loud Mouth," He spoke.

"You two are a thing, right?" You asked.

"No! What gave you that idea?" He asked.

"Well, you two seem so close and you ended up sleeping together on last challenge," You explained.

"Okay, that was a total accident and I don't like Miss I'm A CIT. I just like messing with her, she's too easy," He told you, laughing on the other end.

"Oh," Was your reply.

"Why the sudden interest, princess?" He asked.

"No reason, just trying to keep my mind off of other things," You said. "So how much longer?"

"You've got five more minutes. Anyway, no reason isn't a reason, why the question?" He pressed.

"It is a reason, geez, can't a girl ask a question," You sighed.

"Alright whatever," He replied.

Silence overtook the atmosphere, your fear creeping back up quickly. You took deep breaths as you tried to calm yourself down, you weren't going to lose, not like this. "Duncan, you still there?"

"Yeah, I'm still here," He said.

"Okay good," You said, letting silence take over again for a few minutes. "Hey Duncan?"

"Yeah?" He asked.

"I like you, a lot," You confessed.

"I know princess. I actually like you too," He said.

You smiled to yourself and snuggled into yourself, waiting patiently for the end of your challenge. When you got out, everyone was waiting there for you, cheering at your successful challenge. They had to give it to you, having to spend ten minutes in total confinement was unthinkable. None of them wanted to do that, so yeah, kudos to you. And Duncan was waiting for you there as well, actually impressed that you did it. You lost the challenge but you conquered your fear and perhaps got a boyfriend too.

#oneshots #oneshot #one shot #one shots #total drama island #total drama island one shot #total drama island one shots #duncan #duncan one shots #duncan one shot #total drama island duncan #total drama island duncan one shots #total drama island duncan one shot

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sides-of-demigods · 5 years ago

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The Forest Incident Pt. 2

Word count: 2,197

Warnings: Cursing, blood mention, fighting, injuries, scorpions. If you see anything else you think may trigger people PLEASE let me know.

Author's note: Originally I thought I was going to do this in two parts but it ended up being way longer than I thought it would, so it'll have to be three, maybe four parts.

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4

Virgil shared one last look with Patton before leaving the room in a huff.

Damn it, why did he have to work with Roman Prince of all people? He would have preferred Dennis and he was like 12.

Okay maybe not really, because something about that kid really unnerved Virgil and made him really uncomfortable.

But still!

And worse, what Thomas said actually made sense.

Plus, as annoying as it was when Roman rubbed it in his face, out of the four of them Virgil had been there the shortest amount of time while Roman had been there the longest.

Roman would know the woods way better than Virgil did, and without him, Virgil would probably get lost.

And getting lost in the woods is a BAD idea.

Virgil begrudgingly got together everything he assumed he'd need: A baggie of ambrosia, water, a couple of protein bars because who knew how long they'd be out there.

He didn't have a full medkit and certainly wasn't a healer but all campers, especially older ones, had basic First Aid training, so he had bandages and rubbing alcohol, cleaning gauze, tweezers, and medical tape inside a small First Aid kit.

His sword and shield of course.

He debated on bringing his headphones, but eventually decided against it. As nice as it would be to muffle Princey's voice, he needed to be aware of his surroundings.

He still hesitated because the comforting weight of them could help with his anxiety, but overall his anxiety would help him be aware and observant, plus he was pretty sure it made his reflexes faster.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. Virgil sat with Skylar and Heather at Dinner, sacrificed some of his meal to Phobos, sat with Logan and Patton at the bonfire and didn't participate in the sing-along. The usual.

But he kept shooting glances at Roman Prince. He wasn't sure why, but he told himself it was to see how Roman was reacting to the arrangement.

But as far as he could tell, the auburn-haired boy didn't really seem fazed. He was singing, laughing, and talking with his siblings as usual.

Virgil wasn't sure what to make of that.

Then, it was the next morning.

Virgil got dressed as quietly as he could as to not wake his siblings. He left a note saying he was running an errand for Thomas with Patton, Logan, and Roman so they wouldn't worry but didn't say what the mission was.

He shouldered his backpack and made sure his sword was in its sheath.

He grabbed his shield but didn't secure it on his arm yet, as dealing with the shield would be a hassle, and left the cabin.

As he emerged he caught a glimpse of the slightly rosy sky over the trees before he turned away and was on his way to meet the others.

Everyone else was already waiting for him on the porch of the Big House, which Virgil was expecting since their cabins were so much closer than his.

Well everyone except Logan, who was probably double and triple-checking he had everything.

His first step onto the deck and he could feel nerves coming from all around him.

Thomas was fidgeting while staring at the woods, although Virgil suspected he wasn't really seeing them.

Patton kept taking stock of his pretty large medkit over and over and picking stuff up and messing with it before putting it back.

Roman seemed relaxed, leaning back in a deck chair with his eyes closed and his double sword across his lap, but Virgil knew better.

Roman was just as afraid as the rest of them, Virgil could literally sense it. In fact, he might have been more anxious.

As tempting as it was to call him out, Virgil sat next to Patton and bumped their shoulders.

“Pat it's all going to be okay,” Virgil promised, blocking the kit next time Patton tried to reach into it. “You have everything you need, and if anything happens it's nothing you can't handle, alright?”

Patton's breathing was still a little shaky but he took a deep breath and finally closed his medkit.

“Yeah, yeah you're right,” Patton agreed. “We've got this. I've got this.”

They were interrupted by Logan's arrival, and everyone seemed to switch to battle mode.

Roman stood and strapped his sword to his back, Patton and Virgil stood up and Thomas seemed to snap out of his daze.

Thomas turned to face them, eyes hard and prepared.

“Alright, look,” Thomas said. “I know you're all probably worried, but I wouldn't have picked you four if I didn't think you could do it. But, you put yourselves and each other first, you hear me? The mission comes second. If you get overwhelmed, get out of there, don't get yourselves killed trying to kill the things. And don't try to stay out all night searching. If you don't find them, we can try again tomorrow. Meet back here at sunset at the latest, alright?”

The boys nodded, no one saying anything. But really, what else was there to say?

They said their goodbyes to Thomas and walked as a group towards the woods, knowing that once they reached the woods they'd be splitting up.

It was finally fully sinking in for Virgil that he might not be leaving these woods. At least not alive.

He was so deep in his thoughts that he barely had time to register that they'd reached the woods when he suddenly had Patton wrapped around him, hugging him tightly.

((As soon as I started writing this part House of Memories came on my Pandora so…))

Virgil hugged him back almost instinctively. He was very used to Patton's spontaneous hugs.

This time though, Patton clung to him a little longer than usual and a bit tighter. More desperately.

“Stay safe out there kiddo, alright?” Patton begged him. Virgil squeezed him tighter in response. He couldn't bring himself to speak because, well he couldn't promise anything. Patton seemed to understand because he sighed before seizing Roman in a hug.

Virgil stood next to Logan and crossed his arms.

“Take care of each other in there, Professor.”

Logan, who had been watching Patton talk to Roman turned to face the son of Phobos.

“Don't we always?” Logan pointed out, a small smile on his face. “The same to you and Roman. I know he isn't your favorite person, but give him a shot. Roman Prince is full of surprises.”

And with that, Patton came back over and Virgil walked over to Roman. Then, they entered the woods.

They had been in the woods for a few hours and Virgil was really missing his headphones.

They had been in the woods for a couple hours before they found a bunch of broken and scratched up trees near some giant tracks with a large scrape in the middle, like something a tail would leave behind.

The tracks were their best bet so they followed them, and had been for a while.

It hadn't been too bad at first, but now Roman just would not shut up.

Virgil did his best to just keep walking but Roman kept trying to tempt him into a conversation.

“And then-” Roman was telling some story his counselor told him this son of Poseidon or something who apparently saved the world a few times or whatever, but Virgil had stopped paying attention a while ago.

“For the love of Zeus will you SHUT UP?” Virgil finally snapped, interrupting Roman. “Look, Your Majesty, I don't know about you but I'm trying to actually find these things. But I wouldn't have any idea if we were close since I can't hear anything except your stupid voice! Not to mention that the serkets aren't the only things in these damn woods. Anything could come up behind us and kills us before we even knew it was there!”

“Alright, geez Hot Topic,” Roman rolled his eyes, which if anything only infuriated him more. It took everything Virgil had to keep walking. “Just trying to lighten the mood a little. Not everything has to be as dark and gloomy as you all the time.”

“Oh so suddenly this is about me?” Virgil retorted.

“Well duh,” Roman said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You're the one who snapped at me. Although I really shouldn't be surprised, considering.”

“What the HELL is-” Virgil started before Roman slammed his hand over Virgil's mouth, using his other hand to grab Virgil's shirt and stop him from walking.

Virgil was about to go OFF before Roman spoke.

“Virgil,” Roman was suddenly deadly serious, his voice barely above a whisper, and the fact that he used Virgil's actual name instead of some nickname threw him for a second. “Shut up, just shut up, and look.”

Roman let go of Virgil's shirt to point, and Virgil shoved his hand away from his face. He looked where Roman was pointing, expecting something stupid or to see nothing and for Roman to just be trying to distract him.

He saw nothing, and that's what caused a chill down his spine.

“The tracks stopped,” Virgil breathed out, his hand going to grip the hilt of his sword. “Wait, hold up. Listen.”

Everything was absolutely silent. It was one of those things you don't really notice, but the forest was always making noise, whether it be the nymphs, birds, or various animals. But it was completely silent now.

Virgil saw it too late.

He turned towards Roman, mouth open to ask if he heard anything when he saw the serket, claws poised to attack.

He was too slow in reacting, and the serket was already moving by the time he shouted Roman's name in alarm.

The other boy turned around and managed to jump back but he didn't have time to get far and the serket managed to slash his chest.

He staggered backward into Virgil, who managed to catch him and throw them both to the ground in time for the scorpion's stinger to strike the ground where they had both just been standing.

He helped Roman to his feet, who shook his head for a second as if dazed but managed to pull his sword off his back.

Virgil did the same and barely had time to get into a defensive stance before the serket had prepped its tail again.

The boys both dived in opposite directions, the stinger missing them once again. After a split second the serket apparently made a decision and charged at Virgil.

Virgil had a split-second where he realized that he had never properly secured his shield and that it was currently laying on the ground out of his reach before the scorpion hit him, sending him flying backward.

He hit the ground and the scorpion was on top of him, ready to sting him. He raised his arms instinctively before he heard someone shout “VIRGIL!”

He looked over to see Roman throw Virgil's shield to him. He caught it as the serket thrust its tail down towards him and managed to hold it above him just in time for the point to bounce off it harmlessly.

He slammed the shield into its face, causing it to screech in rage and stagger back, allowing Virgil to scramble out from under it.

The serket switched gears and ran at Roman who despite the large gash in his chest was actually upright and moving, a feat Virgil suspected was the result of adrenaline.

It reared up to stab him with its pincers but Roman let out a loud grunt and kicked the scorpion towards Virgil.

Virgil in turn sliced off the scorpion's stinger before shoving back at Roman with his shield.

Roman used the serket's momentum to his advantage, letting it impale itself on his sword.

The creature made an ear-splitting screech and turned to golden dust.

The boys allowed themselves the chance to look around and, when spotting no more signs of a serket, stumbled towards each other and collapsed onto the ground next to each other.

Both were breathing heavily and clutching various parts of their body.

“You...look like shit,” Roman admitted helpfully between shallow breaths, and Virgil huffed a laugh.

To be fair, he was probably right. Virgil felt plenty of scratches and bruises all over his body from when the serket rammed him, and he was pretty he had at the very least fractured a few ribs.

The force from the stinger had shocked him, and his arm was SORE. It was a miracle it wasn't broken.

But he got his first real look at Roman when he heard his body fall to the ground next to him.

His shirt was absolutely soaked in blood, the dark red a jarring contrast to the usual bright orange.

He was so pale and his breathing was short and shallow. Virgil had to do a double-take.

But then he moved to the son of Apollo's side, waving his hand in front of the other boy's face, smacking him lightly, shaking him. His eyes wouldn't open.

“ROMAN!”

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides virgil #sanders sides roman #sanders sides patton #sanders logan #virgil #logan #roman #patton #prinxiety #logicality #sanders sides au #demigod au #sanders sides demigod au #prinxiety au #logicality au #the forest incident

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i-growl-growl-growl · 6 years ago

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OK! So, could you do yandere NCT's (or just Dreamies if you don't want to do the whole group) reaction to their s/o caving in to them? Like their s/o will still flinch from time to time but will do what they say without being as frightened/hesitate anymore? Hopefully, that made sense!

Hell yes! Since I don’t see that many requests for NCT DREAM, I will make this post their reactions and a little it’s really long sorry scenario to spice things up a bit and to further explain their thoughts. For the scenarios, it was mainly NCT DREAM caving into their s/o and becoming more loving/trusting with them. If you also want the other members, don’t hesitate to request for more (if the reactions box is open)!

It is quite long so I put a ‘keep reading’ button. I believe it shows up on desktop, but I’m not sure about mobile.

- Celeste

Mark

mark is and will always be a dreamie, fight me

It was never easy for you to adjust to the new, restrained lifestyle with your so-called “boyfriend” when you moved in together. Mark, while sweet and endearing on the outside, had proven to be extremely difficult to like after what he had done to you.

Your job? Forgotten. Your family? Haven’t contacted them in months. Your home? Anywhere Mark went was now your little residence. Speaking of which, the clock in your cozy living room was about to strike 6 at the dot. Mark got off of work at six but it always took him quite a while to drive to your shared apartment since he worked over an hour away.

There was still a solid hour, if not, even more time until you had to face your apparent lover. You were terribly upset at how your perfect life fell apart in just a few months. Mark had told you about the rules he set for you about a week after the move together and the feeling of uncertainty wouldn’t leave your mind. Eventually, your gut was right and you were indeed stuck here, literally.

However, if you were being completely honest, you were surprised with how easy-going Mark was when you started to follow his silly rules and when you showed tiny bits of affection sprinkled in here and there. And if you were being really honest, you were starting to like it. Of course, not the fact that you couldn’t go outside at all without Mark by your side, holding your hand the entire time. But the little grin Mark would show you when you asked him how his day was.

Lost in thought, the hour went by quickly and you snapped out of it when you heard the doorknob turn and the keys jangle. A familiar sound, but why were you wanting to walk up and just give Mark a big bear hug? When was the last time the two of you properly kissed? Those memories felt like ages ago, and unfortunately, they indeed were.

Mark walked in the apartment and noticed you standing near the doorway, just staring back at him. He lifted up the plastic bag in his hand and smiled, “I brought take-out!”

He expected you to ignore him and grab the bag in a hurry, which was understandable. Mark may be a tad bit crazy for you but he knew he wasn’t normal, unlike most yanderes. But when he saw you hesitantly take the bag, he knew something was up.

When you gently grasped the bag, you looked up at him and gave him a shy kiss. His face turned bright red and he wanted to crawl up in a ball and die. In a good way.

Deep inside, Mark would do a victory dance and he’d be screaming cries of joy. He never thought that you would forgive him for taking away your freedom. But maybe, just maybe, you had it in you to love him again the way you did before.

Renjun

He was the town’s bad boy. With his hair slicked back with huge amounts of hair gel, he reminded everyone of an American 1960′s greaser. He was always seen with a baseball bat in one hand and a skateboard in another, Renjun had made quite a name for himself, especially at school. But what truly made him the baddest of them all, was that he had you by his side.

You…were honestly not really anyone significant like Renjun, your boyfriend. You weren’t a nerd, a geek, a cheerleader, a popular girl. You were just…a nobody. Of course, people liked you for the most part, it wasn’t like you were lonely.

Okay, maybe that last part was a lie. But Renjun was special. He had learned to look past what others said about you and was kind enough to approach you and asked you out on a date to a local diner. He seemed friendly enough so you would probably take care of you like those cliche movies where there was a bad boy and a good girl in which the boy would be cold to everyone else but the girl and love her to death.

Right? Wrong. He did quite literally, love you to death. So much that when a pervert catcalled you out on the streets, Renjun grabbed his switchblade and told you to close your eyes. Let’s just say that the man would never be able to catcall you again. Or speak for that matter.

But it was overwhelming for you to have to balance a part-time job to support your family, school, and your possessive boyfriend all at once. Especially since only God knew how many people Renjun probably killed to “protect” you, even if it wasn’t needed. So when you tried to distance yourself away from Renjun, he was furious.

The farther you went and the longer you left him, the more protective Renjun would be. The once soft and gentle touches became bruising and painful grips that left red marks on your wrist.

You stopped. Unlike those helpless girls on television and in the books, you knew that you had to be independent and break away from this toxic relationship. But who said you could get away so easily? Renjun lost his cool and told you right then and there when you confessed to him that you wanted to break up that he didn’t kill 12 people for nothing.

In the end, you stayed. Not like you had a choice anyway. Renjun threatened to put your family’s life in danger and you knew better than to mess with him. However, your relationship completely fell apart after that fight and the two of you were never the same around each other.

So imagine the shock on Renjun’s face when you agreed to finally go on a date with him to the diner where he had asked you out months earlier. And even more so, the fact that you even dressed up nicely for him was another wonderful surprise for him. Perhaps you had forgiven his immaturity in the past and wanted to continue to love him?

It was a lot to hope for, but when you reached out with a napkin to wipe the leftover milkshake on Renjun’s lips, he felt his heart flutter once again. A boy can dream, can’t he? And his dream was for the two of you to fall in love all over again.

Jeno

You met him at the summer camp you had volunteered at as a counselor. Lee Jeno, the very name that defined perfection to you. He was a shy and quiet boy, but man, the moment he introduced himself in that circle of campers, his arms glimmered in the bright lighting and you fell in love.

That was a year and a half ago. To save time about your sappy love story, Jeno finally gathered the guts and the courage to confess his little crush on you and you, being the stupid fool you were, accepted. You walked home with him and held his large hand as it turned out he didn’t live too far from you.

But as the days turned to weeks which then turned to months, the cute walks home suddenly became more and more suspicious. Why on earth did Jeno grip onto your wrist so tight? And why wasn’t he trusting you to be mature enough to walk home on your own? His soon-to-be discovered yandere tendencies were suffocating you!

When you saw the camera hiding in the front pocket of your backpack, you had a huge fight with Jeno about invading your privacy. You had had enough of his stalking and simply the fact that he thought he had the authority to snoop around in your personal things.

Your relationship was never the same after the fight. You should’ve broken up a long time ago and ended things there. It was the same thing repeated by your friends and in your own mind. Let him go!

So when Valentine’s Day rolled around, Jeno wasn’t at all expecting you to give him a card and a hug. The card was store-bought (you were still a bit upset!) and while to normal couples, this would seem thoughtless and something cruel to only give a quick hug, it meant the world to Jeno.

Jeno was ecstatic to see how you were softening up to him. His little soul would be trying to do whatever he could to get you to break down your walls even more and trust him again. Doing things from taking over your chores, bringing your favorite food and dessert, even giving tiny handwritten notes wherever you go.

But the sad thing is, he still couldn’t drop his yandere personality…

Haechan

When you first fell in love with Haechan, he was belting high notes from the musical Heathers. He was singing a classic, the song Candy Store. It was ironic to you that such a talented singer wasn’t up on the stage performing, but backstage with…the costume crew?

That’s right. Haechan was sewing and mending the costumes side by side with you. He was helping you put on the wigs of the arrogant cast members and completed their makeup as the cast gossiped and complained about everything.

At least you got to know him better. And eventually on the day of the school’s musical’s opening night, he asked you out on a simple date to the nearby ice cream store down the corner. What seemed even better in that moment was when Haechan asked you to be his girlfriend.

When you found out that Haechan was going to go to the same college as you and planned to stay at an apartment a couple blocks away, he had asked you to move in with him. You agreed, unaware of the trap he was planning all along for you.

It was only when Haechan brought you into your shared bedroom and you saw the life-sized cage in the corner did you realize your huge mistake. However, it was too late. Haechan had already turned around and locked you inside the room. Not to mention, the doorknob’s lock opened from the outside. And there you were, trapped and isolated in the cramped, stuffy room, all alone.

The two of you went to a performing arts college; you specializing in stage makeup and costuming while Haechan decided to pursue his dreams to sing and dance. But there was no hope of you ever chasing your dreams to become a professional makeup artist with Haechan ditching you in the cage with a piece of bread and water. You were soon expelled after never showing up for the whole semester, your dreams quickly crushed.

Although you promised yourself to never forgive Haechan, you found yourself slowly trusting him and loving him all over again. Perhaps it was the newfound respect and the kindness he was starting to show you/ Or maybe how caring he was becoming, contrasting to the usual tough persona he used to display before you became his “prisoner.”

Whatever it was, the two of you knew it. And you bet Haechan was giddy with joy when you leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. He was happy, in fact so elated that he let you out of the cage for the first time in six months and helped you stand on your own two feet.

As you wobbled about, trying to work your leg muscles to cooperate with your mind’s intentions of walking and moving around, relishing in the tiny freedom you were finally given, Haechan smiled to himself. His efforts of trying to be just teeny bit nicer to you weren’t wasted, and he made a mental note to himself to keep going; he absolutely loved making you smile.

Jaemin

Jaemin was brought up in a normal family, with a normal house and a normal school. But when he met you at the student council meeting for the first time, he knew that you absolutely had to be his. His normal life drastically changed, living the wild side of him that no one knew he ever had.

With your elegant movements and your little smile, down to the adorable shoes you were wearing, Jaemin instantly fell in love. He felt awkward and cowardly standing next to you as the two of you stood on the podium in front of the whole school. He was the president of student council and you were by his side, his vice president, guiding the school to attempt to make better decisions in their everyday lives.

His charms eventually won you over and you agreed to be his girlfriend. Jaemin was ecstatic to finally be able to call you his darling. But when he found out that one afternoon as he waited by the cafe you were talking at with some friends on how you truly thought of his yandere personality, he was greatly angered.

He soon came to the false conclusion that your friends and family were influencing your thoughts on your ‘oh so perfect’ relationship. After all, what if they were jealous that Jaemin got to have you all to himself and wanted to take you away from him? The two of you were what the school considered #goals for relationships; the legitimate definition of an Insta-perfect couple! Of course! That was it!

It really wasn’t. When you confessed to Jaemin eight months after he asked you out that you wanted to break up, he immediately picked you up and plopped you into his room. And when I say that, he actually ran three blocks down the busy streets with you clinging for dear life on his back and to his “normal” house.

Things had definitely changed since you admitted that you wanted to leave the relationship. Jaemin stopped showing his usual affection and locked you up in his room, in which he purposely cleaned out to prevent any attempts of escape. Deep inside, he was just insecure and possessive; Jaemin wanted nothing more than to give you a giant bear-hug. He felt so lonely with his mom leaving the family and his dad going on long business trips with no one to care for or love him.

So when he thought you were sleeping and no one could hear him or you in the empty house, he began to cry silently. Just imagine the pure shock on his face when you leaned in and gave him a stiff hug and gently patted his back. While in that moment he’d be comforted, as he looked back later on, Jaemin would be so happy and most of all grateful that you gave him the solace he desperately needed.

Jaemin gradually realized that what he needed was someone to lean on and someone who could handle a fiery spirit like him. Maybe that someone was you. And maybe you were finally willing to give him another chance and love him the way he wanted you to…

Chenle

Unlike the other people at the dinner party, you were the only one who didn’t fit in. Your gawky movements and your posture clearly showed that you weren’t meant for a high-class lifestyle and this kind of sophisticated party. To the normal eye, you seemed to be a wannabe and a person who was unfit to be even breathing the same air of these officials, businessmen, and politicians. Of course, that wasn’t the case for Chenle.

He was simply tired of boring and snobbish folks who didn’t bother to look at the world around them and were trapped in their own bubble. You on the other hand, discreetly paved the way for others and had dignity.

It wasn’t in your walk or the way you looked. In fact, it was the complete opposite. You were well-spoken and despite how out-of-place you seemed at that first dinner party, many were proven wrong by the following parties that you indeed, were a brilliant and capable young lady.

From then on, Chenle felt that he had to be given the heavy responsibility of protecting a treasure like you. Not because you were weak, but such a gem like you would be easily stolen without a guard. Or a couple hundred. And of course, you were sick of how bothersome Chenle was being with the bodyguards. You knew for yourself that while it was thoughtful of him, you barely knew Chenle and could take care of yourself just fine.

You iced Chenle out quickly, much to his dismay. He didn’t understand why you were so upset with him; he was protecting you from the dangers of the world after all! Such a precious girl like you shouldn’t be touched with filthy hands!

Months went on but you soon realized how adorable and sweet Chenle was, despite his possessive demeanor. You finally caved in and walked in with your head held up high and plopped a cup of coffee on Chenle’s desk.

Chenle wasn’t just happy, he was jubilant. He felt a rush of excitement when you set down the burning hot latte and was so glad to see you give into his affections of love. But rather than look deeper into your true feelings for him, Chenle was even more determined to finally call you his. Next mission?

Be your boyfriend.

Jisung

Jisung was the teen next door who loved skateboarding and a great adventure. At least that’s what your friends told you. Not to mention, he looked great all the time with his great sense of style. His Instagram was full of pictures of his skating buddies and him doing mind-blowing tricks.

But you didn’t look at his appearance or how he treated other people. In fact, you hated Jisung’s guts. You wished he could just disappear from the face of the earth. When you expressed this to your own friends though, they laughed it off and continued to gossip about how cute Renjun and his girlfriend were.

You would burn with anger whenever you saw Jisung. However, your only explanation wasn’t considered valid to anybody you tried to talk to. Perhaps it was the innocent good-boy vibe everyone received from him. Or maybe the way his nose would scrunch up when he smiled. Whatever it was that people liked about him, you didn’t.

Your reason were the “love” letters placed in your locker, Jisung professing his undying obsession with you. As much as you loved secret admirers, Jisung was on the full-on creepy level. The not-so-good secret admirer, if you get my drift. Your clothes would occasionally go missing and once you saw your blouse drying on Jisung’s balcony railing. Sometimes you would find photos of you on his Instagram spam account when you weren’t looking. But worst of all, the rumors he would spread that he indeed was your boyfriend and all the boys should stay far away from you.

So it puzzled you when this whole act stopped. Jisung disappeared off the face of the earth like you wanted. To be precise, he was gone for one year, five months, and eight days. You swore to yourself that you weren’t counting.

As you walked into your classroom one morning, you see a familiar face standing by the head teacher, shyly waving at you. Jisung had completely changed. His voice had gotten deeper, his eyes more darker, he definitely grew taller, and his blonde hair fell into soft tufts on his forehead.

And to top it all off, Jisung was nicer! You eventually fell for his new charms and his cute bunny smile with his blue braces lining his teeth. About six months later, you confessed your newfound love for him and he accepted with a grin.

Jisung was happy to see that you were finally warming up to him and caving in. He was even more content to see his hard work of changing his entire persona to fit your ideal guy worked. His plan of making you fall in love with him the same way he did with you was in full swing! But what made the blood rush to his heart and excited him the most…

Was to show the new room he made just for you.

This took a while to make as I needed to gather some more inspiration and I didn’t have that much time this week so I apologize about that. I hope you liked this and have a wonderful day!

- Celeste

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TDI Part 2 with my OC Kasey.

*Intro plays*

Chris: Okay. Today's challenge is three-fold. Your first task is to jump off this 1,000-foot-high cliff into the lake.

Bridgette: Piece of cake.

Kasey: Oh yeah baby! Cliff Divin’!

*Bridgette and Kasey high five*

Chris: If you look down, you will see two target areas. The wider area represents the part of the lake that we have stocked with psychotic *laughs* man-eating sharks. Inside that area is a safe zone. That's your target area, which, we're pretty sure is shark free.

Leshawna: Excuse me.

Kasey: Can I take my enthusiasm back?

Chris: For each member of your team that jumps and actually survives, there will be a crate of supplies waiting below. Inside each crate are supplies that you'll need for the second part of the challenge... building a hot tub. The team with the best one gets to have a wicked hot-tub party tonight. The losers will be sending someone home. Let's see, Killer Bass, you're up first.

Bridgette: Oh, wow. So, who wants to go first?

Crickets chirp

Owen: Hey, don't sweat it, guys. I heard that these shows always make the interns do the stunt first to make sure it's survivable.

Flashback music starts

Chris: We need to test the stunts first. You know that.

Chef: Do I look like an intern?

Chris: No, but the ones we had are all in the hospital. C'mon, just jump it, you big chicken. *cackles like a chicken*

Chef: I don't get paid enough for this, man. (screaming)

Chef: Hey, I made it. I made it, man, uh. Something just brushed up by my foot. Hey, Chris, man, something ain't right down here. (screaming and runs mid-air as the bongo running noise plays)

Chris: Well, that seems safe enough.

Flashback ends

Eva: So, who's up?

Duncan: Ladies first.

Bridgette: Fine, I'll go. It's no big deal, just an insane cliff dive into a circle of angry sharks.

Bridgette jumps

Tyler: They did it. Yeah! Yeah! I'm next. Cowabunga!

Kasey: Aww what the heck. Cowabunga dude!

They both jump. Kasey lands in the safe zone, Tyler lands on a buoy

Tyler: Oh! Ohhh. Ow.

Bridgette: Ooh.*cringes*

Kasey: Oooohh that was wicked man,

campers start jumping

Geoff: Wooooo! Hahaha!

Eva: Look out below!

Duncan jumps but says nothing

D.J.: Unh-unh. No way, man. I'm not jumping.

Chris: Scared of heights?

D.J.: Yeah, ever since I was a kid.

Chris: That's okay, big guy. Unfortunately, that also makes you a chicken. So you'll have to wear this for the rest of the day.

D.J.: Aw, man. For real?

Chris: Bawk bawk bawk! That means the chicken path down is that-a-way. Next.

Ezekiel: Yee-haw!

He hits a rock and spins before hitting the water as the team cheers.

Harold: Yes. (screams)

Harold does the splits and lands right on his kiwis

AHH!

Everyone visibly cringes even the sharks as his scream rings throughout the camp

Chris: Oh, hate to see that happen.

Courtney: Excuse me, Chris. I have a medical condition.

Chris: What condition?

Courtney: A condition that prevents me from jumping off cliffs.

Chris: You can chicken out if you want, but it might end up costing your team the win. And then they'll hate you.

Courtney: It's a calculated risk. I've seen the other team, and I don't think nine of them will jump.

Chris: All right, here is your chicken hat. So let's tally up the results. Hold on. That's nine jumpers and two chickens. We're missing one.

Sadie: I'm not jumping without Kadie!

Kadie: We have to be on the same team, Chris.

Both: Please! Please! Can we? Can we, Chris? Can we? Can we?

Izzy: I'll switch places with her.

Chris: All right, fine, you're both on the Killer Bass now. Izzy, you're on the Screaming Gophers.

Kadie and Sadie: Yes!

Chris: That means you're up, girls.

Kadie and Sadie: We're coming, Killer Bass! (screaming)

Chris: Okay, so that's ten jumpers and two chickens. Screaming Gophers, if you can beat that we'll throw in a pull cart to put your crates on.

Trent: Nice. Okay, guys who's up first?

*nobody moves or says anything*

Heather: I'm sorry, there's no way I'm doing this.

Beth: Why not?

Heather: Uh, hello, national TV., I'll get my hair wet.

Gwen: You're kidding, right?

Lindsay: If she's not doing it, I'm not doing it.

Leshawna: Oh you're doing it.

Heather: Says, who?

Leshawna: Says me. I'm not losing this challenge 'cause you got your hair day, you spoiled little daddy's girl.

Everyone recoils and backs up from the fight

Heather: Back off, ghetto-glamour, too-tight-pants-wearing, rap-star wannabe.

Leshawna: Mall-shopping, ponytail-wearing, teen-girl-reading, peeking in high school prom queen!

Heather: Well, at least I'm popular.

Everyone either smiles at the fight or is very concerned, except Justin who looks at himself in the mirror

Leshawna: You're jumping!

Heather: Make me!

Leshawna grabs her and holds her above her head, then tosses her over the cliff

Heather: (screaming) Leshawna, you are so dead!

Leshawna: Hey, I threw you into the safe zone, didn't I? Now I just hope I can hit it, too. (screaming)

Lindsay: I thought this was going to be a talent contest.

Chris: (laughs) Yeah. (laughs) No.

The Gophers begin jumping

Lindsay screams

Gwen screams

Cody screams

Izzy laughs ecstatically

Justin jumps

Leshawna: Lookout! Paddle!

Justin is surrounded by sharks, he smiles as angelic music plays and they carry him to shore

Beth: I--I can't do it. I'm too scared. I'm sorry.

Cody and Leshawna cackle like chickens

Lindsay: That is, like, so lame, right?

Heather: Fully lame.

Beth walks away with a chicken hat on

Trent: Let's do this. Yeah! Whoo!

He high fives Owen before jumping

Chris: Okay, campers, there's only one person left. You guys need this jump for the win. No pressure, dude.

Owen smiles, relaxed

Chris: Okay, there's pressure.

Owen frowns, and tenses

His team cheering for him below

Heather: Jump! Jump! Just do it, Owen. Do it!

Owen: Oh, I was pretty darn nervous.

(static)

Owen: See, the thing is, I'm not that strong a swimmer.

(static)

Geoff: I'm looking at this guy and thinking, "there's no way he's gonna make it."

(static)

Gwen: I actually thought, "if he jumps this... he's gonna die."

(static)

Kasey: Bye Bye Mr. Happy Pants. We hardly knew ye.

(static)

Chris: Take a good run at it, buddy. You can do this.

Owen: I'm going to die now. I'm going to freakin’ die now.

Leshawna: Come on, big guy.

Owen: Yeah! Oh, crap. (screams)

Owen jumps and makes a splash that sends a boat and everyone onto the beach in piles

The camera pans to a shark on a pine tree

Owen: Yes! Yeah! Oh, yeah! Who's the man?

Beth: Woo-hoo-hoo!

Leshawna: Yes.

Chris: The winners, the Screaming Gophers!

Trent: That was awesome, dude. What's wrong?

Owen: I, uh, think I lost my bathing suit.

The campers complain about Owen losing his bathing suit in the water

Team Screaming Gophers sing 99 bottles of pop.

Cut to Killer Bass

Courtney: Ow! I think I just got a splinter.

Eva: Shut up and pick up your crate... (Eva throws down the crate) Chicken.

*Kasey snickers as she walks by with a crate. Courtney glares at her.*

Courtney: Hey I'm the only one with C.I.T. camping experience here, you need me.

D.J. and Eva look at each other. It cuts back to the Screaming Gophers signing 99 Bottles of Pop.

Lindsay lags behind to pick up a seashell, before catching back up with the group.

Tyler carrying a crate.

Tyler: Ugh, I've gotta take a wiz.

Eva: Hurry up. We're already behind.

Kadie: Ooh, I hate to go, too.

Sadie: You do? Oh, my gosh, me, too.

Kasey: Ugh, anyone else?

*she sets down her crate and cracks her back, everyone shakes their head*

Sadie and Kadie follow Tyler into the woods.

Cuts to Courtney killing a fly, resulting in her hitting herself.

Courtney: Ow. I think something just bit me.

Back to the Screaming Gophers singing 99 Bottles of Pop.

Beth: Hey, look, there’s the campground.

Owen: That was pretty easy.

Cody: I'm pleasantly surprised.

Cut back to the Killer Bass

Eva: Feel better?

Kadie: Yup.

Courtney: Can we go now? I think my eye is swelling up.

Kasey: Quit complaining! Let’s go!

Kadie and Sadie start pushing a crate.

Sadie: Ew, something's itching me. Are you itchy, too?

Kadie: Totally itchy. Really bad.

Cut back to the campgrounds

Chris: Remember, you guys can only use your teeth to open the crates. I came up with that one.

*Campers are trying to open the crates with their mouths, Izzy has a rope in her mouth*

Izzy: (growling) Hey, I think I got it open.

The crate pops open.

Izzy: Ow, ow, rope burn on my tongue.

Cut back to Sadie and Kadie.

Sadie: Ooh, it's really itching now.

Kadie: Mine feels like it's burning.

Sadie: Okay, I have to scratch.

Kadie and Sadie both start scratching.

Chris rides over on an ATV

Chris: You guys are way behind the other team. Like, way behind. What's the problem?

Courtney: Their butts are itchy.

Chris turns to Courtney and notices her eye

Chris: Ahh! Oh, my boxers, that's bad.

Bridgette: Did you guys squat down when you peed in the woods?

Kadie: Yeah.

Bridgette: Did you happen to notice what kind of plants you were squatting over?

Sadie: They were kind of oval shaped and green and all over the place.

Bridgette: Were they low to the ground, about this big?

Bridgette makes a shape with her hands.

Kadie and Sadie both nod.

Bridgette: You guys squatted on poison ivy.

Kadie and Sadie: What do we do? Oh, no.

They both start yelling and panicking.

Chris: (laughs) No way. That's awesome. (laughs)

Kasey: Oh man that is soooo bad.

Kadie and Sadie begin to drag their butts across the sand.

Kadie and Sadie: Somebody, help us.

Back to the Screaming Gophers.

Owen: Hey, check it out, I got wood.

Trent: I got some tools here and what looks like a pool liner.

Heather and Lindsay walk over to Leshawna.

Heather: I just wanted to say, I didn't mean bad about you being a ghetto, rap-star wannabe, and I love your earrings. They're so pretty.

Leshawna: Straight up? Well, I'm sorry about pushing you over the cliff and all.

Heather: No worries. I needed a push. Truce?

Leshawna: Yeah, yeah, you got it.

Heather and Leshawna fist bump.

Heather and Lindsay walk away.

Lindsay: Did you mean all that stuff you said to Lefonda back there?

Heather: Leshawna. Hah, no. She's going down. And P.S. those are the ugliest earrings I've seen in my life.

Lindsay: Oh.

Heather walks past Lindsay as she looks back before walking up to Heather.

Lindsay: So if you hate her why were you being nice to her?

Heather: You ever seen one of these shows before? Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

Lindsay: Oh. I'm your friend, right?

Heather: Oh, yeah, for now.

Cut to Izzy, Trent, and Noah building the hot tub.

The Killer Bass finally make it to Camp and drop their crates.

Harold: Finally.

Trent: Hey, what's up, guys?

Leshawna: Hey, aren't you missing a couple of white girls?

Cut to Kadie and Sadie with their pants down in the ocean.

Both: (sighing)

Bubbles come up behind Sadie.

Sadie: Oops.

Courtney: They're getting a drink.

Harold: Yeah, if they drink with their butts.

Ezekiel: Haha, that's funny.

Kasey: Haha! Good one! *high fives Harold*

Courtney walks up to Leshawna. Leshawan stares at her eye. Courtney covers her eye.

Leshawna: Ooh, what happened to your eye, girl?

Courtney: Nothing, just an allergy.

Ezekiel: Think it's getting worse.

Courtney: Shut up. We don't want them to know that.

Cut to Geoff on a bunch of crates.

Geoff: Okay, dudes, it's not too late. We can do this.

Cuts to Harold drooling and Ezekiel picking his nose.

Courtney: Ew.

Ezekiel: What?

Bridgette: That's really gross.

Kasey: Yeah dude. What are you? Five?

Courtney: Okay look, guys, we have a hot tub to complete, and we need a project manager, since I've actually been a C.I.T. before, I'm electing myself. Any objections?

Duncan: Where do we begin, Cyclops?

Courtney: Open the crates. Bridgette, go find those itchy girls. We need all the help we can get.

Kasey: Aye Aye, Cap’N One-Eye! *mocks salutes and high fives Duncan, while Courtney huffs*

Cut to Beth and Justin building a hot tub. Then to Harold, Geoff, and Kasey attempting to build a hot tub. Then it collapses. Back to Trent nailing something in. Then, to Duncan and Tyler fighting for a hammer, then it’s launched into Harold's 'family jewels' then gets accidentally attacked by Bridgette with a plank.

Then to The Screaming Gophers filling the hot tub with water. Then to The Killer Bass's terrible hot tub.

Chris begins to examine the two hot tubs.

Chris: This is an awesome hot tub.

The Screaming Gophers cheer.

Chris inspects The Killer Bass's hot tub and gets sprayed in the face.

The hot tub falls apart and the seagull inside washes away.

Chris: Well, I think we have a winner here... The Screaming Gophers.

Screaming Gophers cheer

Chris: Gophers, you're safe from elimination and you get to rock this awesome hot tub for the rest of the summer. Bonus!

Screaming Gophers cheer

The KIller Bass look down in shame

Chris: Killer Bass, what can I say? Sucks to be you right now. I'll see your sorry butts at the bonfire tonight.

Lindsay: We won! We all get to stay here for another three days!

Heather, Beth, and Lindsay: Oh, yeah. Woo-hoo-hoo.

Owen hops out of the hot tub naked and dances.

Owen: Woo-hoo! Woo-hoo! Ha ha ha. Yes! We get to stay. We get to stay, we are so awesome. We won the contest.

Owen grabs and hugs Heather and Lindsay. Heather is disgusted and Lindsay is smiling.

Main Lodge.

Kadie: So--uh--what do we do now?

Courtney: We have to figure out who we're gonna vote off.

Duncan: Well, I think it should be the princess or the brick house here.

Courtney: What? Why?

Duncan: Because, unless I'm mistaken, you two are the only ones here wearing chicken hats and if we ever have to lift a truck, I like our odds with the big guy.

Courtney: You guys need me. I'm the only one--

Bridgette: We know, who used to be a real C.I.T. so would you pick?

Courtney: What about him?

She points to Tyler and Lindsay stands up.

Lindsay: No! I mean no salt, there's no salt on the table, bummer.

Duncan: Hey, hey, at least he jumped off the cliff, chicken wing.

Courtney: Shut up.

Geoff: Okay, let's just chill out. This is getting way too heavy.

Duncan: I've had enough prison food for one day. I'm gonna go take a nap.

Courtney: You can't do that. We haven't decided who's going yet.

Ezekiel: Well, I just don't get why we lost, eh? They're the ones that have six girls.

Sadie and Kadie: (gasp)

Bridgette: What's that supposed to mean?

Kasey: What did you say, punk? And if I’m not mistaken there are six girls here too.

Eva: Yeah, home school, enlighten us.

Eva, Bridgette, and Kasey surround him with angry expressions.

Ezekiel: Well, guys are much stronger and better at sports than girls are.

Geoff: Oh snap, you did not just say that.

Ezekiel: My dad told me to look out for the girls here, eh? And help them in case they can't keep up.

Eva grabs him and holds him up by his neck.

Eva: Still think we need your help keeping up?

Ezekiel: *choking* Uh, not really.

Geoff: Okay, guys, let's give him a break. I mean, at least he doesn't think that guys are smarter than girls.

Ezekiel: But they are.

Elimination ceremony

All the girls are glaring at Ezekiel.

Duncan: Dude, you've got a lot to learn about the real world.

Chris: Killer bass, at camp marshmallows represent a tasty treat that you enjoy roasting by the fire. At this camp marshmallows represent life.

Geoff flexes for Bridgette. Bridgette and Kasey giggle.

Chris: You've all cast your votes and made your decision. There are only ten marshmallows on this plate. When I call your name come up and claim your marshmallow. The camper who does not receive a marshmallow tonight must immediately return to the dock of shame to catch the boat of losers. That means you're out of the contest and you can't come back... Ever. The first marshmallow goes to... Geoff. Tyler.

Tyler: Woo-hoo-hoo! Yeah! Place at the table.

Chris: Kadie. Bridgette. D.J.. Harold. Kasey.

Harold: Yes.

Chris: Sadie.

Sadie: Oh, yay. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Chris: Duncan. Campers, this is the final marshmallow of the evening.

(Huge dramatic pause)

Chris: Courtney.

Courtney: (sighs)

Chris: Can't say I'm shocked. I saw you picking your nose, dude. Not cool. Dock of shame is that way, bro.

Ezekiel walks down the dock and leaves f o r e v e r.

Chris: The rest of you, enjoy your marshmallows. You're all safe for tonight.

(static)

Gwen: Yep, this camp pretty much still sucks. But now that I'm here I guess I might as well actually try to win.

(static)

Kasey: That Ezekiel got what was coming to him.That no good, misogynistic-

(static)

The camera pans to the Screaming Gophers in their hot tub.

Cody: To the Screaming Gophers.

Team: To the Screaming Gophers.

Leshawna: Go gophers, go gophers.

Noah, Leshawna, and Owen: Go gophers, go gophers. Go gophers, go gophers, go, go, go gophers.

Courtney: Are you recording this? Good. They can enjoy their little part all they want, but I am gonna win this competition and no one is gonna stop me.

Kasey: Uh Courtney? You know I can hear you right?

Courtney jumps and looks startled. Courtney looks sheepish as Kasey raises an eyebrow.

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