#tdi oneshot

[froms8nsashes]

Summary: Inspired by the Island of the Slaughtered AU I saw on tiktok. I offer up my tdi oc getting murdered as another gruesome message to Chris McLean

tw: general creepiness

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Chris you really thought you could send someone else? Do you even know who they are or why they wanted to help you? Their audition was rejected. So, now you'll feel eyes on you everywhere you go.

If you see that flashing red light it means she's watching.

Don't make a move and all will be still.

The camera will shut off... Eventually.

Just have patience.

They just wanted to be on the show to help their mom, pay her medical bills. Her name was Casper, she just wanted to be on television once. She didn't care if she won. You went ahead and used her anyway, isn't that right?

Now she'll use you, for your next five minutes of fame.

Tik tok... tik tok...

I know you want to scratched yourself but the camera's watching.

They are always watching.

[cloudyskiiees]

alenoah superhero au with villain noah 🙏 i have some things up my sleeve

[insanetvgirl]

🌊 | YANDERE TOTAL DRAMA MASTERLIST | 🌊

Headcanons!

TDI-TDWT

- Headcanons || Yandere Trent ( Romantic ) || Reality Show Au || Gender Neutral

- Headcanons || Request! || Yandere Cody with a Intern!Darling || Reality Show/World Tour Au || Gender Neutral

ROTI

- Headcanons || Request! || Yandere Dawn (Romantic) || Reality Show Au || Gender Neutral

- Headcanons || Request || Yandere Scott (Romantic) || Reality Show Au || Gender Neutral

- Headcanons || Yandere Team Men(Scott,Lighthing and Brick) (Romantic) || Team up || Reality Show Au || Gender Neutral

- Headcanons || Yandere Mike and Zoey (Romantic) || Team up || Reality Show Au || Gender Neutral

Stories/fics!

ROTI

Sick of love

Yandere Roti X Mikan Tsumuki!Reader (romantic) (reality show au)

Prologue - Gosh! I need money

Oneshots/Imagines!

Love letters!

Profiles/Mini-Profiles

Reactions/Who is The most?

Abcs!

Things i found, ideas and concepts!

- Yandere total drama ghosts concepts and ideas !

Memes,Arts and Quotes/Incorect Quotes!

Wips/Current requests and fics that i am making!

- Fanfic || Yandere Roti with a Mk!Darling + Plus reboot cast || Reality Show Au || Female

- Fanfic and Headcanons|| Yandere Roti with a Nice popular girl! Darling || School Au || Female

- Headcanons || Yandere Lindsay,Heather And Beth general headcanons || Reality Show au || Female

- Headcanons || Yandere Leshawna vs Yandere Heather || School Au || Gender Neutral

- Headcanons || Yandere Cody with a Damien!Darling || Reality Show Au || Male

[theangelcatalogue]

🏝┆TOTAL DRAMA MASTERLIST .ᐟ ★

★ - Total Drama Island(action,world Tour and All Stars)

☆ ︶︶︶ ౿ ָ 🌊 𞥊 ︶︶︶ ☆

★ - Total Drama Revenge of the Island

☆ ︶︶︶ ౿ ָ 🌴 𞥊 ︶︶︶ ☆

★ - Total Drama Pahkitew island

☆ ︶︶︶ ౿ ָ ☄ 𞥊 ︶︶︶ ☆

★ - Ridonculous Race

☆ ︶︶︶ ౿ ָ 🚗 𞥊 ︶︶︶ ☆

★ - Total Drama 2023

☆ ︶︶︶ ౿ ָ 🎀 𞥊 ︶︶︶ ☆

★ - Groups + Others

☆ ︶︶︶ ౿ ָ ☂️ 𞥊 ︶︶︶ ☆

[m4rtkyeclone]

MEET mE #??!¡?

Martkye

5teen

she / he

isfj

argentina

FANDOMS i wRitE

Total Drama (all seasons)

Camp Camp

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Rise! & 2012!)

My babysitter is a vampire

i WILL WriTe

angst

soft

female/male/gn reader

headcanons

one-shots

songs-fic

platonic / romantic

i W0N'T wRiTE

r*pe

inc*est

p*dophile

canonxcanon

ocxcanon

yandere

su1cide / self harm

smut / nsfw

[innernightmarementality]

I finished the story :D Here it is:

He didn't know how it happened, but here he was, venting to his friend, Noah, about her, while trying to get comfortable on the dirt, It wasn’t the best place to do this, but Cody couldn’t complain.

Lately, a purple-haired girl, named Sierra, has been stalking Cody, much to his dislike. For the past few weeks, Sierra wouldn’t leave Cody alone, and it was annoying everyone there. Poor Cody…

Cody couldn’t take it anymore, he wanted, no, needed to do something about it, so he made a plan, kinda. The first thing he knew he wanted to do was talk to someone, maybe that someone could help him with Sierra?

And so, he found himself awake, at three in the morning, trying to wake up Noah, it’s not that he was a heavy sleeper, he just needed to be mindful of where he steps, as to not step on a bag, trip, and wake up the others.

He got out of bed, trying to keep a blanket over himself, it was chilly. He went to Noah's bed and shook the boy's shoulder, whispering his name.

“Hey uh, Noah? Wake up.” Cody began shaking the boy's shoulders more aggressively. “Wake up!” 

Noah groaned, he barely got any sleep since he went to bed at 2:30, and now someone was waking him up at 3 am? What could anyone want at this hour, they better have a good excuse, or Noah-

Oh.

It was Cody, and he was crying.

“Cody?” He sat up and rubbed his eyes. “H-hey, what’s wrong?” He whispered putting an arm on his wrist and looking him in the eyes.

Cody couldn’t talk, he didn’t know what to say. Putting his other hand  (since the other one was still being held by Noah) on his face in embarrassment, he woke him up to talk to him and now he couldn’t even get a single word out? Wow, he really was pathetic.

Noah sighed, and got up, putting his hand on Cody's back. “Come on, how about we talk about this outside, hm?” He looked at the crying boy and saw him nod. He then started walking out, with Cody by his side.

After a minute of walking away from the cabins, Noah saw a patch of dirt, close to the water, he thought it was good enough and sat down, patting the place next to him, Cody then sat next to Noah, facing him.

Noah didn't know how to comfort people, surprisingly. So, he was internally panicking when he saw Cody crying, well That just made him sound like a bitch, we were also worried about Cody, of course.

Noah didn’t know where to start, As stated previously, he had no clue on how to comfort the crying boy in front of him, so, he did the first thing that came to his mind, wait until Cody spoke up.

“I-I know you’re mad at me for waking you up” He whimperd, “But please stop staring at me like that, please?” He looked away, trying to silence his sobs.

Well now he fucked up, he didn’t realize he’s been staring at Cody.

“Uh, sorry, I’m not good at comforting people.” He awkwardly cleared his throat. “What has been bothering you, Cody.” He internally cringed, he didn’t want to sound so formal. 

Cody chuckled, looking back at Noah. “You sound just like my therapist.” 

“Oh.”

“Anyway, I woke you up to talk to you about uh, Sierra, I didn’t know who to talk to, sorry…”

“Sorry? What are you apologizing for?” Now Noah was confused, why was Cody apologizing to him? 

“Well, I woke you up, and for the last minute, all I did was cry.”

Oh, now he got it. 

Noah sat closer to Cody, putting his hand on his thigh, and looking at his face for any signs of discomfort.

Noah smiled at Cody, the boy returned a weak smile. “I’m not mad at you, I know it’s hard to talk about you’re feelings.”

“Uh-uh.”

“So, what, 's been on your mind? Is it about Sierra?”

“Mhm.” Cody started picking at the skin around his fingers. “It’s just- too much! She always follows me, she always touches me, kisses me, hugs me, and so on!” Cody started sobbing harder now, just the thought of her made him shiver. “I hate it! I always wanted someone to love me, but not like this! I-I just want her to stop.” His voice wavered, “Is that so wrong? What have I done to deserve this?”

Noah looked at Cody worried, he didn’t think it affected him this much, he never really showed it, and he even treated Sierra nicely! If he was in Cody's shoes, he would’ve told her to fuck off.

“She’s always so creepy and weird-” He put his hands in the air, “she knows nothing of boundaries or MY feelings at all!” he looked away. Noah stared at him. He offered his hand, to which Cody put his hand in the other boy's hand, Noah caressed the back of Cody's hand with his thumb. “I'm so sorry for everything you've had to go through. I  cannot imagine how you feel. She had no right to do the things she did. And just so you know, it is not your fault.” Cody stared blankly, then suddenly hugged Noah, “Thank you.” he whimpered, his voice barely above a whisper. Noah just started caressing his back, he didn't care how wet Cody was getting his shoulder. He needed this.

I'm srry that it's short but I just wanted to write smth since writer's block decided to come back :')

Tips are welcomed!!

[forwantofamohawk]

[noahsbookworm]

Haunted house - Noah x spiritual!reader

As you and Noah entered the abandoned house, the atmosphere shifted. You have always been superstitious, especially when it comes to spiritual power. It wasn't just because of the movies, it was because of peoples' experiences with it. You believed there was life after death whether it was good or bad.

As you and Noah cautiously explored the house, your gaze fell upon a dusty old doll tucked away in a corner. The sight sent a shiver down your spine, awakening your deep-rooted beliefs in the spiritual realm. You firmly believed in the possibility of spirits possessing objects, especially dolls.

"Hey, you okay, Y/N?" Noah asked.

"Noah, I can't help it. I believe in the power of spirits and things like demonic possession," You admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Noah, though skeptical, respected your beliefs. He gently took your hand in his, offering her reassurance. "I understand, Y/N. Everyone has their own beliefs and fears. Let's stay togeth"er and be cautious"

Despite your unease, you couldn't deny that the doll was fascinating.

You touched the doll then immediately felt a surge of negative energy pass through you.

Noah quickly pulled you away from the doll. "Y/N, maybe we should leave. It's not worth taking any risks."

You nodded, then followed Noah toward the exit. However, a sudden gust of wind blew through the house, causing the doors to slam shut. The room became dark and the doors wouldn't budge.

You and Noah both exchanged fearful glances then tried to remain calm. You knew you had to get out of here.

You and Noah tried to find a way out then stumbled upon an old library. You found an old dusty book of prayers then came across one with a protection against evil spirits.

You and Noah began citing the prayer then felt a gentle calm wash over you. The doors that were closed shut eventually blew open, causing you and Noah to run out as quickly as you could.

"That was close." You sighed, glancing back at the abandoned house.

Noah wrapped his arms protectively around you. "I know. But we got through it. Let's never venture into the unknown ever again."

[megansabode]

PINNED POST

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Rules for submissions:

- sfw only, no lemons or limes

- no proships, must be minorxminor or adultxadult

- i will not do ships for characters under the age of 12

- no extremely odd ships (includes animalxhuman, 120 year old x 18 year old, etc.)

- i have the right to decline any submissions that i don’t want to write

Fandoms I’m in:

- MHA (my hero academia)

- ATLA (avatar the last airbender)

- TDI (total drama island)

- THG (the hunger games)

- Grey’s Anatomy (although, i’ve only gotten up to season11 and i haven’t watched it in full for a while)

- LOK (legend of korra, kind of, i haven’t watched the series in full yet)

- SK8 (still watching)

- JJK (still watching)

Other:

- most oneshots (especially mha ones) have already been posted on ao3 @/megansabode, atla oneshots are posted on ao3 @/ nowarinao3

- i can do au’s, just be specific

- i do have my own fantasy au of MHA, which i’ll do a post about soon, and i’ll link that post soon in a masterlist after i make it, which i may make oneshots in

- i don’t really write fully romantic scenes, i’ve only written kissing with tongue once or twice and that’s about as far as i’ve gone

- i’m shit at maths (you can tell if you’ve read ‘Will You Remember Me?’, my amnesia bakugo x remembering in 1080P HD izuku fic)

- usually i age up the characters because 1. i’ve written too much of them at high school in my main fic (a bkgxreader called leaf in the wind on wattpad and ao3) and 2. it’s more fun that way (and it doesn’t feel icky)

that’s about it!! happy reading <33

(this post may be edited to become a masterlist in the near future when i post more oneshots)

[straightupgeek]

Fanfic: Dream Girl

One-Shot

By: straight_up_geek_

A/n- This is my headcanon about what prompted Heather to read Gwen's diary out loud in "Not Quite Famous."

*~*~*~*~*

Heather's entire body ached from yesterday's dodgeball tournament, and her head still pounded from the "awake-a-thon." She was relieved they had two days off so she could finally catch up on some well-needed beauty rest.

During dinner, Lindsay sat next to her and tried to follow her around afterward. Heather wasn't having it. She only needed that dumb blonde for challenges, after all. At least Beth was more tolerable. But not by much.

Now, Heather was in desperate need of a long, hot shower. It was only the beginning of the second week at camp, and she had already had enough of the rusty bathroom floors and stained walls. And that wasn't even the worst part—nothing but a thin curtain separated her and whoever happened to be standing in the bathroom right next to the shower at the time. If only she had her phone to contact her parents and tell them to rescue her from this hellhole.

As Heather passed the 'Killer Bass's' cabin on her way to the communal restrooms, she heard a faint melody coming from the dock. She furrowed her eyebrows and tiptoed towards the music.

There, she spotted Trent strumming on his guitar next to the moonlit lake. Heather absentmindedly smiled. If any guy had caught her eye on the island, it was him.

Heather thought Trent was cute from day one. Maybe it was his dark hair and green eyes that captured her attention—or his smooth voice. Something about him hit a soft spot deep inside of her. Trent made her want to be noticed by a guy. And no, not in the same way Duncan "noticed" her the second she arrived at Camp Wawanakwa. Heather was used to that behavior from the boys at her high school. Their infatuation with her made it too easy to use them for homework or lunch money.

Heather had all the confidence in the world. She was the most popular girl at school. She could walk up to Trent, compliment him a few times, and they'd be dating by tomorrow. She was Heather Wilson. She could get any guy she wanted. Tonight, she wanted the cute and mysterious guitar boy.

"Hey," Heather said as she walked up behind him.

Trent jumped, his playing coming to an abrupt stop. "Oh god, you scared me," he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sorry," she cringed, sitting next to him. "I just heard you playing, and I thought you sounded really good."

"Really?" He carefully sat his guitar to the side.

"Duh," Heather laughed. She slipped off her flip-flops and swung her feet over the lake water. "I doubt anyone else here can play guitar like that."

A smile formed on Trent's face. "Thanks. I've never really played in front of anyone but my family, so I'm glad you liked it," he chuckled.

"What song was that? You one you were just playing."

"Well," Trent laughed bashfully, "it's an original. I'm planning on playing it once I muster up enough courage."

Heather puckered her lips in thought. If she could gain Trent's trust, she could have a reliable alliance and get the guy. "Want a second opinion before you show everyone else?" She twirled her hair.

"Oh, uh, I'm not sure if you'll like it. I haven't finished it yet."

"Hey, a good song is a good song," said Heather. "And I think you have the perfect amount of talent to pull anything off."

Trent took a deep breath. "Alright, I'll play it. But don't say I didn't want you." He picked up his guitar.

"I won't even need to," Heather giggled.

Trent laughed, his cheeks turning red as he started playing:

"They say that we've only got summer,

And I say that's really a bummer.

But we'll swim in the sun and have lots of fun..."

"...Yeah, that's all I got," Trent cringed. "I was just messing around with some chords and lyrics."

Heather blinked, surprised by the song's content. If anything, she thought his music would be about how badly he wanted to go home. That's what she would've written about, anyway. "Wow, that was really good. It sounds like you have someone special in mind."

Trent covered his burning face. "Crap, is it that obvious?"

"Kinda," Heather teased, flicking a lone pebble into the water. "Who's the lucky girl?"

"Well—argh, I'm not too comfortable telling anyone right now."

Heather felt her heart pound like a drum in her chest. "Is she at this camp?"

"Yeah," Trent admitted, scratching his neck. "That's the only clue you get, though," he smiled coyly.

Heather was an expert at reading body language—or at least she was pretty sure she was. And Trent's body language right now told her that he was sitting right next to his crush and felt too nervous to confess. "Well, I'm sure that girl feels the same way about you. If she doesn't, she must be crazy."

"I don't know." He looked up at the stars. "I'm just afraid I'll do something to screw it up, and I'll totally turn her off."

"Wanna hear my opinion?" She asked, crossing her legs.

"—Maybe?" Trent flinched.

"Don't worry, it's a compliment," Heather laughed as she gazed at him. She studied his facial features up close. He had a smooth, defined jawline, and the dimples on his cheeks looked like moon craters. "I think the guitar is a turn-on. Any guy with a talent like that would never get rejected."

"You think I should go for it?"

"It would be stupid not to."

"Ok," Trent nodded. "Oh man, I'm really gonna do this, huh? All I have to do now is finish the song. Thanks for all the compliments, Heather," he gently touched her shoulder. "You made me feel so much better about this."

Shivers danced up Heather's spine at the touch of his hand. She wished he would just admit that he liked her right now. "Of course. It was no problem," she replied. "I guarantee it'll go well."

"I hope you're right," he swallowed nervously. "I think she might actually be my dream girl. I've never met anyone like her."

Biting her lip, Heather scooted a little closer to him. "Wow, it must feel like a movie to meet her in the most non-romantic place ever."

"Oh yeah," Trent laughed. "It's so bizarre. It's like I've been waiting for her all my life." He smacked his hand on his forehead. "Why am I telling you this? I'm sure you don't wanna hear it."

"No, it's fine. I do," said Heather. This must've been his way of subtly telling her.

"Yeah?" He grinned sheepishly. "It's a little embarrassing, but it's nice to have someone here to talk to about this. I don't trust most of the guys to keep quiet about this. Especially Owen. I love the dude, but man, he can be a loudmouth sometimes."

Heather fought hard not to roll her eyes to the back of her head at the mention of the big guy. Owen was one of the biggest banes of her existence on the island, but she knew she wouldn't have any luck trying to vote him off. He was already ridiculously popular. "I agree with you," she told him. "None of those losers knows how to keep their mouths shut."

Trent gave her an awkward, crooked smile. "I wouldn't call them losers, but I get what you mean. I can't have any alone time during the day with them around."

"Oh? Was I bothering you, then?" Heather feigned guilt, slightly moving away.

"No!" Trent blurted, frantically shaking his head. "You weren't bothering me at all! It's just the guys. I'm happy you showed interest in my music. Don't worry about it."

Heather smiled as her plan to evoke sympathy worked. "Ok. Thanks. But I totally get why you need alone time. The people here are just—getting on my last nerve. Except you." She made her way back next to him, inching even closer this time.

"Well, ha, that's a relief," he said, flustered.

Heather knew she had to make the first move. Maybe he hasn't had his first kiss yet. Luckily, she had plenty of experience. Slowly leaning in, she placed her hand on top of his. Trent followed her lead, almost in a trance.

Heather shut her eyes and connected their lips. She felt Trent thread his fingers through her long hair and pressed herself further onto him. His other hand rested on her waist as they continued kissing, forgetting the world around them.

Trent suddenly pulled away after a moment or two. Heather blinked, knocked out of her daze. He ashamedly turned away from her and grabbed the neck of his guitar. "Um," he cleared his throat, "I better get back to the cabin. It's getting late."

"—Ok," Heather nodded, a frown forming on her face. Trent gave her a curt smile before speed-walking back to the boy's side of the Screaming Gopher's cabin.

Heather didn't know how to react. No guy had ever run off like that after he kissed her. She touched her lips. Did her breath smell bad? Was he just nervous? She figured it was the latter.

After a few more minutes of listening to the frogs and crickets, Heather showered and got ready for bed. The sucky thing was she couldn't sleep. She was thankful their kiss wasn't on live tv with the rest of the show. She couldn't imagine how embarrassing that would be. Everyone at school would make fun of her for the next two years until they graduated.

But Trent's reaction didn't mean that he didn't like her, right? It had to be nerves. He obviously wanted her. Why else would he play her that romantic song? Who else could be pretty enough to be his dream girl?

*~*~*~*~*

The following day, Heather sat down next to Lindsay and Beth with a tray of what Chef Hatchet called "pancakes." Grimacing, she poked and prodded at her food.

"What do you think tomorrow's challenge is gonna be?" Beth asked with her mouth full.

"Oooh, I think it should be a makeup contest!" Lindsay squealed.

"That would be so cool!"

As usual, Heather wasn't paying any attention to their chattering. She did, however, have her eye on Trent, who was carrying his plate to the seat at the other end of the table.

Heather held her breath, hoping he'd notice her and ask her to talk somewhere in private after breakfast. Then he would confess, and they'd start an unstoppable couples' alliance. Heather also thought having a boyfriend would gain the audience's attention and favor. And if she and Trent didn't work out, she could always start relying on Lindsay and Beth again.

Trent didn't even look at Heather. Instead, he sat next to Gwen and offered her a muffin. "Look what I got you," he playfully told her.

Gwen's cheeks flushed pink. "Thanks, Trent. But I thought this would be a one-time thing. Can't you get in trouble for that?"

"I have no idea, but I don't care. It's worth it for you," he smiled dreamily at her.

"Well, thanks again." Gwen took the muffin, her eyes locked on his.

Heather watched their interaction and knew. She knew she wasn't the dream girl he spoke of last night. She knew he ran off after kissing her because he regretted it. She knew the guy she liked didn't like her back.

"Heather?" Lindsay's voice took her out of her thoughts. "Do you think sparkly lipgloss or bumble gum pink lipstick goes better with my skin tone? Beth told me her opinion, but she thinks I should get another."

Outraged and embarrassed, Heather shot daggers at the girls next to her. "Do you two ever shut up?!"

Lindsay and Beth cowered, and everyone else in the cafeteria stared at Heather, startled. Heather saw the concern painted on Trent's face, so she faked a laugh. "Sorry, I'm just SO tired today. I should get some more sleep before tomorrow's challenge!"

The campers awkwardly went back to their conversations. Heather sighed in relief. That was a close one. Trent almost hated her. She wondered why she cared so much about his opinion of her when he clearly liked the weird goth girl.

"Heather, do you need Lindsay's special spa treatment?" Beth gently asked.

"No," she scoffed. "I'm not hungry. I'm going back to the cabin."

"Alright," Beth gave her an overly broad, submissive grin.

Heather stormed out of the cafeteria. She slammed the cabin door, climbed up her bunk, and angrily screamed into her pillow. Uncontrollable tears streamed down her face.

It wasn't fair. Was Gwen just better than her? Heather couldn't understand why Gwen was an outcast but could easily make friends and attract boys. Heather remembered being completely friendless from age eleven to fourteen, back when she was the outcast. Why did Gwen get to be herself and have friends when she had to change so much just to fit in?

Eventually, Heather stopped crying. The girls would be back from breakfast any minute, and she needed to wash her face—STAT! The last thing Heather wanted was for them to see her at her weakest point. That wasn't good for winning reality shows or making people like you.

While Heather splashed cold water onto her face, she devised a plan. They'd be live tomorrow, and whatever challenge Chris made them do, she'd figure out how to ensure that Gwen felt embarrassed. And maybe, just maybe, she could get Trent to like her.

[ego-osbourne]

Alright nerds I got motivationally bullied by @mamma-dragon to actually post things I’ve written, even if they’re just oneshots or will never be finished. So, for the next couple of days (???) I’ll be posting some small oneshots and WIPs (but mostly WIPs). So, here goes :)

The Burning of King Olaf

Status: Complete Oneshot

TW: alcohol mention

Summary: Sam tries his best to get Moro (Ego) to dance with him at the Burning of King Olaf party.

———

The Burning of King Olaf was grand, with what seemed to be most of Solitude joining for the event, with some travelers from outside of town even joining. Among them was the Masquerade, of course, with Ego dressed down, hands covered, and mask off, taking on their Moro persona. A band of a dozen bards—each armed with either song or voice—encouraged the excitement of the event. Among the band was Serana with a harp, Miraak with his voice, and Erandur with a lute. Moro didn’t join them, having never enrolled into the Bards College due to a self-proclaimed lack of musical talent. They were there for support, though, proud to see their family so happy with themselves.

In the crowd somewhere was Sam Guevenne. He had told Moro that he’d be there, all they’d need to do was find him. Find him they did, standing beside a table of drinks and sweets. Sam noticed them and gave a friendly wave. The Dragonborn made their way over.

“Hello, stranger,” Moro greeted.

“Ah, is that all I am to you, now?” Sam teased.

“Might as well be, without the horns. I forget how little I see you like this.” Moro picked a pastry from the table and helped themself.

“Just about as much as I see you without the mask. So, I guess we’re even.” He picked another filled cup of alcohol from the table, offering it to Moro, who refused. “Maybe later.” The Dragonborn then smirked, checking the dim—but certainly not dark—horizon before poking fun at their friend. “It’s barely dark and you’re already drinking?”

“What else is there to do?” Sam threw out a hand and laughed.

“Sing? Dance?”

“Tch,” he set his cup down, “I don’t know anyone here. Wouldn’t be fun without a partner or two.”

“Being strangers hasn’t stopped you before.”

“Eh, well,” he shrugged, “It’s always better with a friend. I was waiting on you.” Sam paused, tapping his chin. “Tell you what, tell you what… I’ll put the drinks down if, if…” he motioned to the crowd of people that moved in rhythm with the music, “You come dance with me.”

“Ha!” Moro looked from the crowd, then to a table of hard liquor not too far from them. “I’ll buy you some brandy, then.”

“C’mon!” Sam took their arm, chuckling as he turned the Dragonborn back to the crowd. “Just one dance. If anything, we can just see the look on your dad’s face.”

“It’d be funny,” Moro agreed, grabbing his own arm in response, “But I can’t dance.”

“Sure you can.”

“I just cannot,” Moro snickered.

“Then, I can teach you.” Sam nudged them closer to the crowd, and Ego resisted.

“I don’t know if it’s that simple.”

In a quieter tone, Sam retorted, “You’re doubting that the Lord of Hard-Partying can teach you how to dance?”

Moro rolled their eyes playfully. “No, I’m saying that I am simply unteachable.”

“You are simply a liar,” Sam teased, poking their side, which made Moro jump and push him away with friendly curses. The Prince hummed a chuckle, letting up on his other half. “Just try it, alright? And if you think you look like an idiot, I’ll do something stupid to take the attention off of you.”

The Dragonborn knew what that meant. “Please don’t throw your pants off.”

“I might.”

“Sam.”

“It’s funny!”

“Sam, just—” Moro couldn’t help but chortle at his stubborn ridiculousness. “Fine. One dance. But only so you don’t get arrested for getting naked.”

The Prince met the Dragonborn’s smirk with his own, taking their hand and promising, “This’ll be fun.” Ultimately, Ego trusted him as they were pulled into the crowd.

[no1duncneyshipper]

in school rn but after i might write a one shot or something

if you have ideas just comment them lmao

[cloudyskiiees]

cannot stop writing one shots oh my god. anyways alejandro centric oneshot coming tonight hopefully

[memyselfandi2008-blog]

So Simple, yet so Sweet

(A/N): a’ight, I’mma be honest, fam… I wasn’t originally going to write this, but because I am severely deprived of platonic Chris and Lindsay, here we are.

Also, probably going to make this into a small series, because I just like the idea of a young Chris being forced to look after a bunch of children, but we'll see how motivated I am, or if anyone is even remotely interested.

Anyhow, enjoy reading!

Paring(s): Lindsay & Chris McLean

Word Count: 443

Summary: Lindsay has a surprise for Chris.

He had just walked into the small classroom when a very excited voice grabbed his attention.

“Chip!” the blond girl called as she bounded up to him, hands held behind her back, “Chip, I have something for you,” she grinned up at him, rocking back and forth on her feet.

The teenager couldn’t help but sigh in mild annoyance. He had just walked in and was already being bothered by one of the little brats he was forced to watch, “Oh, yeah?” he replied dryly, placing his backpack on one of the small, vacant tables nearby, “What is it?”

“You’ve gotta hold out your hand and close your eyes,” Lindsay instructed, mimicking the gesture as she stared up at him expectantly.

Chris rolled his eyes, but complied, “Fine,” he muttered, waiting silently for whatever it was Lindsay was planning to give him. If he had refused, there was no telling what might happen and the last thing he wanted to deal with was a crying child or an angry Chef.

There was a beat of silence as he felt something slip onto his wrist. It was some type of fabric, but he could also feel something like beads. Was it a bracelet?

“Open your eyes!”

Chris’ focus immediately went to his wrist, holding it up to get a better look at the object. It was, in fact, a bracelet. It was purple, with four white and black cubes that spelled out the nickname Lindsay had unintentionally given him.

“So…” Lindsay asked, unable to keep the excitement from her eyes, “Do you like it?”

“Sure,” he sighed. Why was he already exhausted when the afternoon hadn’t even started yet? More importantly, why had she even given this to him? She had to want something from him. There was no other explanation.

“Yay!” she cheered, showing off her own purple bracelet, “Now we’re officially friends!”

“Yeah, cool, cool,” he replied hastily, uncaring, “Why’d you give this to me?”

“Because,” Lindsay giggled, still smiling up at him, her eyes so bright and hopeful, “It’s your Birthday, silly.”

…

How…

“How do you know that?” he quietly asked, trying to think of any possible reason why this six year old would care about his birthday.

“I asked Chef,” she explained simply, taking his hand in both of hers and giving him a light tug, “Now, come on! I’ve got a whole party planned for you! Even Mr. Elephant decided to come, and you know how much he doesn’t like you,” she chatted happily.

Chris allowed himself to be pulled along, unsure of what else to do, and despite himself, he felt a faint smile pull at his face.

[gallonwghost]

HOLY SHIT :0

[innernightmarementality]

Currently working on a Noco oneshot :)

I wonder how it's gonna be, I mean, I haven looked at TDI since like a year or two

Once it's done, I'll probably post it here :p