#benny’s tdwt fic

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Some more TD:WT fanart for the fic im writing :3 one of the drawings has significantly less effort put into it but oh well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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“Izzy, Owen, and shockingly, Noah, were all piled up in a corner of the loser’s class sound asleep. Alejandro raises his eyebrow in surprise. He’d heard the rumors about Noah’s clingy tendencies from Sierra, but it’s still surprising to see the teen who was always so sarcastic and cold towards a majority of the competitors show such outward affection.

Alejandro watches the pile of sleeping teens with a plethora of mixed emotions. He can’t pinpoint any of the many muddled emotions besides irritation. (He shuts down the faint voice in the back of his mind screaming “jealousy”. He couldn’t care less what Noah does; they’re barely even friends.) Every time he thinks he understands Noah, something throws a wrench in it.

The rest of his team and the other opponents were easy enough to understand, even if some were harder to manipulate than others. Usually, he could bat his eyelashes and flash a smile, (or bribe them with a chocolate bar in Owen’s case) but with Noah, it only served to irritate him even more. No matter what he did to gain his trust, no matter how many false smiles and compliments he gave, Noah still stayed frosty towards him. He just couldn’t understand him.

Noah is lazy and does practically nothing to help if he can get away with it, yet he will fight tooth and nail to keep his friends in the game. Noah dresses like a nerdy character on a Disney channel show in well worn sweater vests and button ups, but he also never takes off his pair of designer sunglasses. Alejandro had asked him about it once, but he didn’t seem to even be aware of how expensive they were. He seems to have some sort of knowledge about the challenges but doesn’t ever try to win. He’s an enigma wrapped in a mystery and tied up with a bow of contradictions. It’s driving him crazy.

Staring at Noah, the rest of the world seemed to fade away as he loomed over them. Why was it that Noah was so much more resistent than everyone else? Why couldn’t Noah do what he tells him to like the rest of them? Why was it that the only times Noah seems to actually appreciate Alejandro’s presence when Alejandro drops the mask and stops pretending-!?

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…Alejandro clenches his fists at his sides. He inhales deeply and cuts off that train of thought immediately. He can’t think about that, not if he wants to win this game. So what if Noah thinks the comments Alejandro makes when he thinks no one is listening are funny? So what if those are some of the only times that he’s ever seen Noah smile? It doesn’t matter. He’s still useful for now, so he’ll keep Noah around until he stops proving to be useful.

He won’t lose.”

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i need to buckle down and write the damn fic but i keep drawing art of scenes i havent even written yet... send help /j

Noah and his pet bear on top of the weird husband dispenser gambling machine thing from the Niagara Brawls episode :3

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Yes I’m posting more art for my own fanfic. I’m about halfway done with the next chapter and it’s gonna be hella long :3

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consistent art styles are for losers. anyway here's some more of Noah in my fic :3

for anyone curious about the au keep reading!

it's a canon rewrite of total drama: island, action, and world tour focused on Noah. I may rewrite all-stars, but I am not sure yet. it's from Noah's perspective (but still in 3rd person) for a majority of the fic.

Noah intentionally gets himself voted off in season 1 and ends up becoming Chris' personal assistant halfway through season 2 and helps make challenges. hes still a contestant on s3 tho :3 (also its alenoah btw)

basically, if you want Assistant!Noah, Chris having a consciousness, and gay disaster Alenoah, and mediocre writing, then this is the fic for you!

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I am so normal about Noah and this definitely has nothing to do with a fanfic I am writing…

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more low effort art of Alejandro and Noah!! I love them sm,,,, (I actually don’t like this drawing as much but it’s not horrible so I thought I would post it)

Some more of the fic out of context:

“The challenge begins in ten minutes! You kids have fun, I’ve got places to be!” Chris says into his large megaphone as the helicopter begins to take off. Noah rolls his eyes and hugs his arms closer to his chest. Cold and angry is never a good combination. Next to him, Alejandro scoffs quietly. Noah glances over at the taller teen, eyes still obscured by his sunglasses. Alejandro’s mask of “calm, kind, and flirtatious” is no where to be seen. The rest of the contestants are further away, and he hasn’t noticed Noah’s eyes on him yet.

“¿Qué ‘lugares’? ¿Una residencia de ancianos?” Alejandro mutters. He clearly didn’t mean for Noah to hear what he said given how quietly he spoke, and it took all of Noah’s self control to not burst out in startled laughter. He bites his bottom lip to suppress a laugh. His Spanish isn’t great-he’s barely conversational- but he understood enough. “What ‘places’? A retirement/nursing home?”

There was something about the way he said it that set Noah off. Alejandro had this air of irritation to him that Noah sees every morning when he looks in the mirror. He’d never seen the teen more unhappy to be here than in this exact moment, and it only made it more funny to him.

Every once in a while, Alejandro’s mask would slip up and Noah would get to see through his facade, even if it was just for a split second. He would make some sarcastic or mean comment, or just glare at a contestant. The mask was never down for more than a moment, but Noah noticed. Alejandro… he wasn’t that bad in those moments, if Noah was being completely honest with himself. The mask would slide right on the moment he remembers there’s people around, or when someone talks to him. It was like whiplash, despite how minor the changes were. It was almost impressive how much of a difference a few relaxed facial muscles and a charming smile could make.

Noah realizes he failed to suppress a snort at Alejandro’s comment when the other teen turns to look at him. Noah freezes like a fever in headlights as Alejandro stares at him. What surprises him the most, however, is that despite Alejandro realizing someone heard him, he hadn’t tried to hide behind his facade again. That irritating smile that Noah hates so much isn’t anywhere to be seen. Alejandro looked like he was silently speedrunning the 5 stages of grief before finally landing on confusion. It wasn’t until Alejandro began to speak that Noah remembers that he’s not supposed to know Spanish.

“Do you-“

“Sorry! I, um-.” Noah blurts out, frantically searching for an excuse and praying to any god that’s listening that his sunglasses are obscuring enough of his face to hide his panic, “I. I sneeze weird. I have mild anemia and get cold easily, and it’s already cold as hell here.”

Not a complete lie- he does mild anemia- but he’s basically rambling. Before Alejandro has the time to doubt or question him, Heather yells out to them.

“You two losers better get your asses over here! I will not have my win be delayed!” She’s stood further away from them with the rest of the contestants a bit away, stood in front of the beginning of the next challenge. Noah gladly latches on to the chance to switch topics

“Careful with all the cursing on camera, Heather! We wouldn’t want Chris to chop off all your hair again!” Noah calls back has he begins his trudge though the snow towards the challenge. He avoids Alejandro’s stare as he walks past and hopes he won’t push the issue. It’s too early into the game to be making mistakes, especially when it involves his biggest threat.

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Someone stop me /j

Little bit of the fic:

It’s quiet in the cockpit. Chef is alone in the pilots seat; Chris is probably off in his private quarters mourning the hot tub that Noah denied him.

“Hey kid.” Chef greets him gruffly. Noah just grunts at him in response before collapsing in the copilot seat. Chef laughs.

“It’s only the third episode kid. Don’t tell me you’re already done with all this.”

“Fuck off.” Noah groans. “You don’t have to sleep in the same room as them. I have to look at their stupid faces every waking moment.”

“I gotta fly this damn rustbucket, though. Suck it up kid, it’s not like you’re doing much of the heavy lifting on your team.”

Noah huffs and turns away from chef, cracking open his book. Despite his words, Chefs tone was light. Besides, he’s right. Noah can tolerate having annoying teammates for a bit longer. At the very least, he knows he’ll get reinstated as Chris’ assistant once he’s eliminated, and then he’ll get to help torture- er. Stick the competitors in challenges…yeah.

Chef must have glanced over and noticed his grin, because he laughs.

“You look like Chris with that crazy smile.” Chef jokes. Noah’s eyes widen.

“Take it back.” Chef just laughs again. “Chef if the editors see this then they’ll tell the crew and I’ll never hear the end of it! They already call me Mini-McLean; take that back! Tell me you’re joking.”

“Hell no! You’ve got that same crazy look that Chris gets.” Chef taunts with a grin. Noah groans and slumps down in the seat. He glares at the camera in front of the window and makes a slicing motion over his neck.

“Snitches get stitches.” He stage-whispers to the camera and in turn, any editors watching. Chef just laughs at him again.

“Whatever, old-timer.”

He stays in the cockpit for the next 2 hours, reading as Chef flies the plane. The only sounds are the whirring of the plane and chef occasionally whistling a short tune.

For once, it’s relatively peaceful.

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They should kiss.

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Rip Alejandro you would’ve hated Brand new city by Mitski

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Chat is it normal to write 8k of a fanfic in one night

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Hey! To the approximately 50 or so people who followed me for my Total Drama island fanart: sorry for not posting about it, like, at all :/ HOWEVER I’m going to post that Assistant Noah fic on AO3 today, I promise :3 it’s gonna be 3 chapters long and I’ve already written 2. I’ll post a link or something if yall want it, idk.

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More bullshit because of my fanfic :3

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For those wondering! Chapter 1 is done. I’ll post chapter 2 today or tomorrow idk yet.

I am so normal about Noah and this definitely has nothing to do with a fanfic I am writing…