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dozing-marshmallow · 1 year ago

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Pls i NEED more Chris McLean x reader. I NEED😭🙏 ive read everything of him on here😓

So pretty please something like chris mclean x wife reader and like, the whole tdi cast gets to meet her bc they didnt believe that Chris had a wife at first?😇

TRUST ME WHEN I SAY I feel the exact same way😫 I love Chris so much and it’s such a huge pleasure that I can write for him while having other people who love him enjoy it as welllll. I will be writing him for a very long time so you can always expect something new evolved around him to come up ;)<3

CHRIS MCLEAN X WIFE! READER ONE SHOT

Having your daily hug with Chris, the tender moment reminds you of what he told you earlier.

“Were you being serious when you told me the kids laughed at you when you told them you were married?"

“Mhmm.” he responds from underneath you,“They called it a sick joke and told me that stand up comedy was way out my league.”

“Aw darling.” you kiss his forehead,“I’m guessing you��re gonna ask a favour for me to stop by to prove them wrong?”

He raises an eyebrow,“What do you mean? Stand up comedy is in my league. I just don’t prefer it, doesn’t mean I’m not good at it.”

He can be so silly sometimes,“I meant your marital status, baby.”

“Oh, yeah...” he holds onto your wrists,“Please?”

You let your body relax completely on top of his, still smiling,“Your wish is my command.”

“Aw what’s the matter, McLean? Couldn’t your wife make it?” Duncan was the first to pick up on ridiculing Chris, eyes still puffy from his chronic cries of laughter from last night. On another circumstance, Chris would’ve been fuming, had he not have reason to smirk.

“How sweet of you to worry, Duncan!” the host begins off, clasping his hands,“But she’s made it in one piece!”

On cue, you walk into the mess hall, linking your arm with Chris’,“Hii everyone! So happy to finally see you all in person!”

All conversation died.

Everyone turns to you.

This woman they’ve never seen before...

His... His wife?

Were they hearing that right?

No way... He was being serious?

Chris was rolling on the inside at the shared alike look of being slapped spread across the contestants, especially of the mocking kind.

“I...didn’t know you had enough space in your heart to love someone else!” Beth’s the first to break out of her ice of shock to chirp.

“Surprised?” Chris chuckled, allowing you to introduce yourself, which was not what you guys decided.

“Yeah, I’m (Y/N)! This hot mess’ wife...” turns out improvising in front of teenagers wasn’t as fun as it sounded,“Sorry, I’m...not too good with words, so...help yourself to these cupcakes I made for you guys. I made them as a way to say how huge of a pleasure it is to meet you all!”

As you turn around to unwrap the trays, Leshawna clears her throat to privately address the cohort,"One of two things are gonna happen. One, those cupcakes are filled with maggots and hair. Or two, it's the first actual food we're gettin’ on this set."

Everybody nods in agreement.

They were right to inspect the wrapping and texture with their noses and eyes.

Yet didn’t expect to have the flavour of delicate buttermilk crumble on their tongues.

Oh my God...

Maybe they were deprived from having treats so long on the show, but it was unanimously categorised as a whole new delicious nonetheless.

The punk delinquent scoffs over,“Yeah... I’m not buying that’s his wife.”

“That evil maniac with a permanent smile is probably holding her hostage!” The ginger geek dramatically pinpoints.

“I can see why, these are too die for!” Owen squeaks, scoffing down an entire cupcake, wrapping included, not comprehending what situation it would mean for you if you really were abducted.

“Hm... Maybe he’s paying her.” Gwen suggests alternatively after taking another glance at you: it was your arm around him. Too touchy to be forced...

“I’d understand if he was hot like me, but he’s not even halfway there! Where would he find someone willing to do all that for him? No amount of money should convince anyone to ever lose their dignity for the likes of him." Justin criticises out of his internal debate of skipping the cupcakes or not.

“You’d be shocked if you’ve seen the fansite.” Noah opposes like it was the most known thing.

Speaking of which,"Sierra.” Heather directs, taking sudden control of the situation and everyone’s eyes to peel towards the superfan whose mouth was staining in the same dye as her magenta hair, perking up from her snacking at the mention of her name,“You know everything about everybody. Say, is Chris paying that woman to pretend to be married to him for laughs?"

The girl whose lifeline was Total Drama quickly swallows the last portion of her cupcake to appease her idols with a packed answer,“Oh, no! It’s all true! Unfortunately. Those two got married way before Total Drama was aired. A lot's happened... My mom waited years for Chris to propose to her and there he goes, chasing after that nobody! Do you have any idea how painful it is to see my mom’s husband having an affair? (Y/N) is nothing but a block of concrete, blinding Chris from seeing his true soulmate! A.k.a my mom!” The last few sentences gradually grazed with personal prejudice, but not enough to throw the next cupcake away.

“Wait, but if Chris did get married to your mother... Wouldn’t that make you his stepdaughter-?“ Alejandro posited, already having a hard time imagining Chris take that role biologically.

"So Chris,” Cody interrupts the impending awkward ambient Alejandro’s phrasing would bring, steering the conversation back, still bewildered,“...really does have a wife."

Bridgette takes her slo mo time in grabbing another frosted vanilla good, rethinking, the same man that laughed at their pain,"I...honestly don't know how to feel about that."

"Huuu... I feel like I went overboard with cupcakes, Chris!” you freak out to your husband, fidgeting with the sleeves of your turtleneck,“Why did I pick to make something so childish? I should've picked something more formal... Like a dish from my home country..."

"Relaaaaax, no one else is thinking about that." Chris assured, biting into one of your delicacies.

You continued to murmur on,“I wanted to make something universal, a collection of sweets so in case one likes a certain flavour more than others... I thought teenagers around here liked cupcakes... I feel like such a fool... I hope they don’t think I see them as childish...”

He grabs one and holds it horizontally to your lips, painting them yellow,“It’s not just teenagers that like them, (Y/N). Besides, they are children. Children like things that are childish.”

That’s true... Your paranoia’s sunk,“Well... They seem to be enjoying themselves. I’ve been worrying for nothing.” you smile, drawing your finger on his stubble to take for licking,“You had some icing there.”

Turns out, you were really nice.

The angel to Chris’ devil.

The sun to Chris' moon.

The calm to Chris’ energetic.

“So (Y/N)... I just...have a quick question on behalf of everyone else.” The CIT girl shields her mouth with her hand, like she didn’t want anyone else to hear.

“Of course, Courtney. Whatever would you like to know?” you welcome her, all kinds of possible questions cloud your mind.

She tightens your shoulders in her palms,“What the hell do you see in Chris?”

...You expected that one,“Why, I see a strong, handsome, hilarious man. A goal-driven, deep down caring, loving, in need of love man.”

Now the only true thing she heard was “goal-driven”- to kill them as spiritually as possible. Maybe even physically.

"You're not brainwashed, are you?" Her eyes widened like your answer had tossed her deeper in her horror.

"Get her to blink two times in a row if she needs help!" Tyler shouts, unintentionally defeating the purpose of being discreet from his clean intention.

"Hm?” Teenagers are so funny!,“It's not brainwash when it's love! After all, wouldn't you say you've found yourself in love with someone you never thought you'd be with?" You smile warmly at the type A when the butterflies fluttered an external reaction across her freckled face.

"Th-That's different!” she impulsively shrieked before closing her mouth in embarrassment. She looks around, and after making sure no one was judging her, she continues speaking, back to her whispering voice,“That’s Duncan. This is Chris.”

“Well, we both seem to have a type for the ones that went to jail, don’t we?” you wittily mention, giving her a wink to the similar parallel.

Leaving Courtney to her common dynamics contemplation, there was no better timing for Owen to ask if you had any more cupcakes to give.

“I’m so happy you liked them! I’ll tell you what, I can make more and send them to you."

“Don’t get too flattered. Bed crusher there would eat anything, even things you can’t call food.” The overruling antagonist scornfully gestures, her hair as black as her heart.

“...Ah, right.” you shouldn't have thought so highly of yourself over baking. To Owen, they probably weren’t good, just something to give his appetite.

“Well... That's not entirely true...” The foodie looks to the side uncomfortably for a moment from Heather’s harsh perspective,“Having eaten a lot of things gives me a solid judgement on a variety of tastes. With that said, I’d specifically be really happy to eat (Y/N)’s baked cupcakes again. You can't buy that kind of quality!"

Aw! “Thanks, Owen!” it’s no mystery why everyone was in his support back first season!

“You didn’t use any store bought cake mix, did you?” DJ asks, his naturally kind pitch of voice crunching up an otherwise accusing delivery his words may have played.

“Nope! If I was gonna have half of the ingredients already done for me, I may as well have just ordered the finish product.” the truth radiates through your magnetism, not as magnetizing as your husband, smothering you away in his arms.

For some reason, no one said anything right away. Like taking an exam, silence had scattered among these group of teenagers.

"I'm convinced she has Stockholm syndrome."

Up till Harold breaks it.

"Stockholm syndrome?! Come onn, you know that’s not a real thing!” Lindsay asserted, turning to Beth,“Is it a real thing?"

The nice-hearted nerd smacks a hand to her forehead. Rather than finding humor in uninformed Lindsay, Trent finds his eyes trapped on the sight of Chris’ hand holding onto yours, fingers locked, palms resting. Above all his faults, Chris...still had you.

That kind of love...hard to find, lucky to have.

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lousypotatoes · 3 months ago

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I Want Your Whiskey Mouth

"I want you to love me

Like I'm a hot ride

Be thinking of me

Doing what you like~"

Only Girl (In The World) - Rihanna

Previous Next

"Yo! We're coming at you live from Camp Wawanawka, somewhere in Muskoka, Ontario." said a black-haired man, smiling into the camera.

"I'm your host, Chris McLean, dropping season one of the hottest new reality show on television right now!"

"Here's the deal," Chris said, walking across the dock. "Twenty-three campers have signed up to spend eight weeks right here at this crummy old summer camp. They'll compete in challenges against each other, then have to face the judgement of their fellow campers."

"Every three days, one team will either win a reward or watch one of their team members walk down the Dock of Shame, take a ride on the Loser Boat," Chris laughed. "And leave Total Drama Island for good."

The camera panned away to a campfire looking setting.

"Their fate will be decided here, at the dramatic campfire ceremonies, where each week, all but one camper will receive a marshmallow," Chris explained, eating one of the marshmallows. "In the end, only one will be left standing, and will be rewarded with cheesy tabloid fame and a small fortune, which let's face it, they'll probably blow in a week."

"To survive, they'll have to battle black flies, grizzly bears, disgusting camp food, and each other." Chris smirked. "Every moment will be caught on one of the hundreds of cameras situated all over the camp."

"Who will crumble under the pressure? Find out here, right now on Total Drama Island!"

Dear Mom and Dad, I'm doing fine

You guys are on my mind

You asked me what I wanted to be

And now I think the answer is plain to see

I wanna be famous

I wanna live close to the sun

Well pack your bags, 'cause I've already won

Nothing to do, nothing in my way

I'll get there one day

'Cause I wanna be famous

Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na

I wanna be

I wanna be famous

I wanna be

I wanna be famous~

The camera pans to Chris, still standing on the dock.

"Welcome back to Total Drama Island! All right, it's time to meet our first eleven campers. We told them they'd all be staying at this five-star resort, so if they seem a little t-owed, that's probably why."

The camera panned over to a short girl with her brown hair in a braid, with glasses and braces.

"Beth, what's up?" Chris asked.

Beth ran and gave Chris a hug.

"It's so incredulous to meet you!" Beth exclaimed, getting off of Chris. "Wow, you're much shorter in real life."

"Uh, thanks," Chris said as Beth waved to the camera.

Another boat pulls up to the dock.

"DJ!" Chris called out.

A dark-skinned, muscular guy steps of the boat. He's wearing gray shorts, and a tight green shirt that really shows off his muscles.

"Yo! Chris McLain!" DJ said, high fiving Chris. "How's it going? Hey, you sure you got the right place here? Where's the hot tub at?"

"Yo dawg! This is it! Camp Wawanawkwa!" Chris smiled.

DJ frowned and picked up his bags, walking to the other end of the dock.

"Hm. Looked a lot different on the application form." he said.

"Hey Gwen!" Chris calls.

A pale skinned girl steps off the next boat. Her hair is dyed blue and black, and she's wearing a blue, green, and black corset/shirt, and blue and black shirt, black tights, and black boots.

She does not look happy.

"You mean we're staying here?" Gwen asked snarkily, looking around.

"No, you're staying here," Chris smiled. "My crib is an airstream with AC, that way." he pointed in the opposite direction.

"I did not sign up for this." Gwen angrily said.

"Actually, you did," Chris said, pulling out some paperwork.

Gwen pulled the forms out of Chris' hands and ripped them up and threw them in the lake.

"The great thing about lawyers is, they make lots of copies." Chris smiled, pulling out some more paperwork.

"I am not staying here." Gwen said, picking up her bags.

"Cool, I hope you can swim, though," Chris said. "Because you ride just left."

"Asshole!" Gwen spat.

The next guy to arrive is wearing a pink unbuttoned shirt that shows off his abs, jean shorts, and a large cowboy hat.

"Chris McLain!" the guy said, after doing a literal flip off the boat. "Sup man! It's an honor to meet you man!"

"The Geoffster!" Chris fist bumped him. "Welcome to the island man."

"Thanks man."

"If they say man one more time, I'm gonna puke," Gwen said.

"Everybody," Chris said. "This is Lindsay,"

The girl he was talking about had straight blonde hair, and was wearing a red and orange crop top, an orange miniskirt, brown boots, and a blue bandana.

"Not too shabby," Chris muttered to the camera.

"Hi!" Lindsay said. "Okay, you look so familiar."

"I'm Chris McLain," Chris explained.

Lindsay had a confused look on her face.

"The host of the show?"

"Oh, that's where I know you from," Lindsay smiled.

"Uh, yeah."

The next camper to arrive has long black hair, and is wearing a red crop top, green shorts, and aviator sunglasses.

She takes off the sunglasses and looks around, a look of disgust on her face.

"Heather," Chris says, as she walks right past him.

"Hi!" Beth says, running up to Heather. "Looks like we're your new friends for the next eight weeks!" she says, spitting all over a disgusted Heather.

The next boat to arrive is playing rock music. The guy to get off the boat has a green mohawk, piercings everywhere, a black skull shirt, jean shirts, and a spiked collar.

"Duncan, dude," Chris says.

"I don't like surprises," Duncan said, raising his fist.

"Yeah, your parole officer warned me about that man," Chris said. "Also told me to give him a holler anytime and have you returned to juvie."

"Okay then," Duncan said, walking off.

"Meet you by the campfire, gorgeous."

"Drop dead, you skeeze," Heather says is disgust. "I'm calling my parents. You cannot make me stay here."

Chris smiled and pulled out a copy of paperwork.

The next contestant to arrive was water skiing, the rods attached to the boat.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Tyler!" Chris exclaimed.

Tyler had brown hair and was wearing a red tracksuit with a matching red sweatband.

As soon as Chris stopped talking, the ski's fell from under Tyler and he flipped into the air before slamming down onto the dock, right into the pile of everyone's luggage.

One of the suitcases, fell into the water, creating a wave that splashed onto Heather.

"Ugh! My shoes!" Heather groaned.

"Wicked wipeout man!" Chris yelled.

Tyler only gave a thumbs up in response.

Chris snickers, before jumping as a loud exhale rings out.

"Welcome to camp, Harold," Chris says.

Harold looks scrawny, has ginger hair, glasses, and is wearing a blue shirt and green pants, while holding an electric keyboard.

The typical Napolean Dynamight type look.

Harold looked around, not saying a word.

"What's he looking at?" Beth asked.

DJ shrugged.

"So, you mean this show is at a crappy summer camp and not on some big stage or something?" Harold asked.

"You got it!" Chris said.

"Yes!" Harold exclaimed. "That is so much more favorable to my skills." he said, walking off.

Chris cringed as the next contestant arrived.

"Contestant number nine is Trent." Chris said, gesturing to Trent.

Trent has a black mullet and is wearing a green shirt with a green camouflage handprint, and black trousers, while carrying a guitar.

"Hey, good to meet you man," Trent smiles. "Saw you on that figure skating show. Nice work."

"Thanks man." Chris fist bumped him. "I knew I rocked that show!"

"I saw that!" Beth said, raising her hand. "One of the guys dropped his partner on her head. So, they got immunity that week."

"Lucky," Harold said. "I hope I get dropped on my head."

"Me too!" Lindsay said.

Trent looked around. "So this is it?" he asked.

The camera panned over to Heather squeezing the water out of her hair and Harold picking his nose.

"All righty then," Trent said, concern etched on his face.

Trent walked off and stood next to Gwen. He smiled at her, but she turned away, a scowl on her face. When Trent looked away though, Gwen had a small smile on her face.

The next contestant had her blonde hair in a ponytail, was wearing a blue hoodie, short jeans, and holding a surfboard.

"Hey, what's up?" the girl says as she gets off the boat, leaning on her surfboard.

"All right, our surfer chick Bridgette is here." Chris says.

"Nice board," Duncan scoffed. "This ain't Malibu, honey."

"I thought we were going to be on a beach." Bridgette said.

"We are," Chris said. The camera panning away to a gross looking beach with trash and weird green liquid.

"Great," Bridgette sighed.

"All right, that makes-" Chris started before getting in the head with Bridgette's surfboard. "Ow! Damn it! That hurt!"

Bridgette walked off, ignoring Chris' complaints.

"Hey guys," Bridgette says to the other campers.

"Hey, I'm Geoff."

"What's up?" Bridgette says, turning around, making everybody duck to avoid getting hit with the surfboard.

"Dang! Watch the board man!" Harold said.

"Hi! I'm Beth!"

Hey," Bridgette says, turning around again, almost smacking Trent, Duncan, and Harold.

"Okay, we've all met surfer girl, can we get on with the show, please?" Heather said, still squeezing the water out of her hair.

"Someone missed their double cappuccino macchiato this morning," Duncan smirked.

"Fuck off," Heather spits out.

The next camper to arrive is short with brown floppy hair, a frown on his face. He's wearing a white undershirt, a blue polo, a red vest, grey shorts, and lace up boots.

"Our next camper is Noah," Chris said, rubbing the spot on his head where he got hit.

"You got my memo about my life threating allergies?" Noah asked, walking past Chris.

"Sure someone did," Chris answered.

"Good. Is this where we're staying?" Noah asked, his face scrunching up in disgust.

"No, it's your mother's house, and we're throwing a party." Duncan said, cracking his knuckles.

"Cute. Nice piercings, original, do them yourself?" Noah asked sarcastically.

"Yeah, you want one, shithead?" Duncan asked, pulling on Noah's lip.

"No thanks, can I have my lip back please?" Duncan let go of Noah, smirking "Thanks,"

The next person to arrive is a curvy, dark-skinned, girl. She's wearing a yellow shirt and blue jeans, with her black hair pulled into a ponytail.

"What's up ya'll?" she calls from the boat. "Leshawna is in the house."

Harold gasped when he saw her.

"Yo baby. Hey, how you doing?" Leshawna said, stepping off the boat, giving Chris a high five. "How's it going?"

"Feel free to quit now and save yourselves the trouble, 'cause I came to win." she said, walking to where everybody else was on the dock.

"Oh, what's up my brother?" Leshawna said, high fiving DJ. "Give me some sugar, baby."

"I've never seen a girl like you in real life before," Harold said.

"Excuse me?" Leshawna asked, her eyebrow raised.

"You're real big, and loud."

"What did you say to me?" Leshawna said angrily. "Oh, no you did it. You have not seen anything yet. I'll show you big, baby.

Just as Leshawna was about to pounce on Harold, DJ and Bridgette ran to hold her back.

"Oh yeah, you want some of this?" Leshawna said, struggling against DJ and Bridgette. "Come on then!"

"All right campers!" Chris sternly said. "Settle down!"

Leshawna readjusted herself, glaring at Harold.

Harold smiled shyly in return.

The next two campers to arrive were dressed like twins, with the same haircuts as well. One was tall, skinny, and dark skinned, while the other was short, chubby, and pale. Both of them were wearing black and white striped shirts, and hot pink shorts.

"Ladies, Sadie, Katie, welcome to your new home for eight weeks," Chris said, gesturing towards the camp.

"Oh my gosh! Sadie look! It's a summer camp! Katie said.

"Okay, I always wanted to go to summer camp!" Sadie squealed, as the two of them ran down the dock.

The next camper to arrive was very pale. He was wearing a blue hat, a green hoodie, and blue joggers.

He looks like he doesn't get out much.

"Ezekiel. What's up man?" Chris asks.

Ezekiel looks up at the sky.

"I think I see a bird," he says, making Trent chuckle.

"Okay, look dude, I know you don't get out much," Chris says, his hand on Ezekiel's shoulder. "Been homeschooled your whole life, raised by freaky prairie people just don't say much and try not to get kicked off too early. Okay?"

"Yes sir," Ezekiel says, walking off.

"That's just...wow," Gwen says.

Next, comes a short scrawny kid. He's wearing a striped, yellow sweater and blue jeans.

"Cody. The Coadster. The Codmesiter!" Chis says, finger gunning him before high fiving him.

"Dude, psyched to be here, man," Cody said, walking off. "I see the ladies have already arrived. All right."

As he's about to say something to Leshawna, she puts her finger up to his lips, silencing him.

"Save it short stuff."

The next girl to arrive is very intimidating. She has her black tied into a ponytail, and is dressed in a blue tracksuit, showing off her muscles.

"Eva. Nice. Glad you could make it." Chris says.

Eva walks past him, ignoring him completely.

Cody holds his hand up for a high five, but instead gets his foot smashed by Eva's bag.

"Ow!" Cody says, holding his foot. "What's in there? Dumbbells?"

"Yes," Eva answers.

"She's all yours, man," Duncan says to DJ.

"Woohoo!" screams a voice, making Chris cringe.

The guy who screamed is a chubby guy with blonde hair, wearing a white shirt and green shorts. He has a big grin on his face.

"Chris! What's happening?" he laughs "This is awesome! Woohoo!"

"Owen!" Chris says. "Welcome!"

Owen picks up Chris in a giant bear hug.

"Awesome to be here man!" he says. "Yeah! Man, this is just so..."

"Awesome?" Gwen finishes, a smirk on her face.

"Yes! Awesome! Woo!" Owen exclaims. "Are you gonna be on my team?"

"Oh, I sure hope so," Gwen says sarcastically.

"Wooooooo!"

"You about finished?" Chris asks.

Owen puts him down, still grinning wildly.

"Sorry dude," he says. "I'm just so psyched!"

"Cool, and here comes Courtney."

Courtney steps off the boat, with help from Chris.

"Thank you," she says.

She has short brown hair, and is wearing white blouse, and tight green jeans.

"Hi! You must be the other contestants. It's really nice to meet you all."

""How's it going?" Owen says, grabbing Courtney's hand and shaking it. "I'm Owen!"

"Nice to meet you Ow-wow," Courtney says, distracted by the next contestant.

The next contestant had sculpted muscles and nice dark skin. He had black hair just barely covering his eyes and was wearing a tight green shirt and simple jeans.

Everyone on the dock was staring at him in awe. The girls and the guys, especially Owen.

When Justin smiled, Eva and Katie swooned while Sadie fainted.

"This is Justin," Chris said as Justin got off the boat. "Welcome to Total Drama Island."

"Thanks Chris, this is great." Justin said.

"Just so you know, we picked you based entirely on your looks."

"I can deal with that," Justin shrugged his shoulders.

"I like your pants!" Owen said.

"Thanks man," Justin said.

"Because they look like they're all worn out." Owen laughed. "Did you buy them like that?"

"Uh no, just had them for a while."

"Oh, cool," Owen gave a thumbs up before smacking himself in the face. "Stupid."

"Hey everyone," Chris said, getting everyone's attention. "Izzy."

Izzy had curly ginger colored hair and was wearing and a green crop top and a green skirt, that looked like it was made out of leaves.

"Hi Chris!" she exclaimed. "Hi-Oh!"

As she started to run off the boat, she tripped and hit her chin on the dock before falling into the water.

"Ooh," Tyler cringed. "That was bad."

"Guys, she could be seriously hurt," Courtney said, trying to pull Izzy up.

When Izzy got onto the dock, she shook the water off her like a dog.

"That felt...so...good! Except for hitting my chin. This is summer camp? That is so cool! Do you have paper mâché here? Are we having lunch soon?" Izzy ranted

"That is a good call!" Owen said, pointing at Izzy.

"Calm down," Chris said. "We still have one more camper to meet."

At that moment, a boat pulled up, and a H/C haired girl stepped onto the dock. She was wearing a black and white stripped long sleeve, a black skirt, red converses and had nose ring.

"Last but not least, we have Y/N!" Chris smiled.

Y/N looked around at the camp, a frown etching itself onto her face.

"Um, I thought we were going to be staying at a resort?" she asked in confusion.

"Can't believe you guys actually believed that," Chris chuckled.

"Is it too late to go home?" Y/N asked.

"If you like swimming, then no." Chris cheekily.

"Douchebag," Y/N muttered as she walked to the other side of the dock.

"Before we do anything, we need a group photo for the promos," Chris said. "Everyone on the end of the dock!"

Y/N walked over along with everyone else, her frown still on her face.

'Oh well, I'm already here,' she thought. 'Besides, all of this is for Dad.'

Y/N was between Duncan and Tyler. She gave both of them a small smile before smiling towards the camera and putting up a peace sign.

Chris hopped onto the boat, a camera in his hand.

"Okay, one, two, three,"

The camera clicked.

"Oops, okay, forgot the lens cap," Chris said.

Y/N blew some hair out of her face, already annoyed.

"Okay, hold that pose. One, two, no wait...card's full, hang on,"

"Come on man, my face is starting to freeze," Leshawna rolled her eyes.

"Got it!" Chris said. "Okay, everyone say 'Wawanawkwa!'"

"Wawanawkwa!" everyone said.

As if this were a movie, at the exact time, the dock gave out, plunging everyone in the water.

Y/N screamed as she felt the cold water hit her skin. She struggled to get above the water, throwing up her hand, hoping someone would help her.

As she was about to sink, a rough hand grabbed her and pulled her to the surface.

Y/N coughed and spluttered up water, the person still holding on to her as they both got to shore.

"Okay guys," Chris called out. "Dry off and meet at the campfire pit in ten."

"So far, this fucking blows," Y/N said, standing up.

"You're so real for that," Duncan says. "You alright?"

"Yeah," Y/N mutters. "Thanks for helping me."

"Don't mention it," Duncan shrugged, before a flirty grin came up on his face. "The names Duncan. I didn't catch your name, sweetheart."

"Maybe if you were paying attention, you would have caught it, Duncan," Y/N smirked, walking off. "I'll see you at the campfire."

"This is Camp Wawanawkwa," Chris explained to the campers sitting on trunks in front of him. "Your home for the next eight weeks."

Y/N was currently standing in in between Eva and Duncan.

"The campers sitting around you will be your cabin mates, your competition, and maybe even your friends, you dig?"

Y/N and Bridgette looked at each other, smiling.

"The camper who manages to stay on Total Drama Island the longest, without getting voted off will win one hundred thousand dollars!"

"Excuse me," Duncan said. "What will be the sleeping arrangements be? Because I'd like to request a bunk under her." Duncan said, pointing at Heather.

"They're not co-ed are they?" Heather asked, concern on her face.

Y/N elbowed Duncan hard in the ribs.

"No. Girls get one side of each cabin and dudes get the other." Chris said.

Heather sighed in relief.

"You are so gross," Y/N muttered.

"What? Jealous 'cause you wish it was you instead?" Duncan smirked.

Y/N elbowed him in the ribs again, harder this time.

"Excuse me, Kyle? Can I have a cabin with a lakeview since I'm the prettiest?" Lindsay asked, batting her eyelashes.

"Okay you are," Chris said, making Y/N and Duncan look at each other with their eyebrows raised. "But that's not really how it works here. And it's Chris."

"I have to live with Sadie, or I'll die," Katie said, holding onto Sadie's hand.

"And I'll break out in hives, it's true," Sadie whined.

Y/N tried to contain her giggles by covering her hand with her mouth.

"This cannot be happening," Gwen sulked.

"Oh, come on guys!" Owen said, grabbing onto Gwen and Tyler. "It'll be fun! It's like a big sleepover!"

"Yeah, with people who I would never want to be around in public," Y/N muttered.

"Here's the deal," Chris said. "We're gonna split you into two teams, when I call your name out, go stand over there," he finished, pointing to the left of the campfire area.

"Gwen, Trent, Heather, Cody, Lindsay, Beth, Katie, Owen, Leshawna, Justin, and Noah. From this moment on, you are officially known as The Screaming Gophers!" he said, throwing the team a dirty green banner.

"Yeah!" Owen exclaimed. "I'm a gopher! Woooo!"

"Wait, what about Sadie?" Katie whined.

"The rest of you, over here," Chris said, pointing to the right.

"Geoff, Bridgette, DJ, Tyler, Sadie, Izzy, Courtney, Ezekiel, Duncan, Eva, Harold, and Y/N. Move! Move! Move! Move!"

"Can't this guy have a little bit of patience," Y/N mumbled.

"Clearly not," Bridgette giggled.

"Excuse me?" Heather raised her hand. "How come they get an extra player?"

"Because I'm the host and I get to make the rules," Chris laughed.

"Ugh, whatever," Heather scoffed, giving Y/N a dirty look

Y/N gave one back.

"But Katie's a gopher!" Sadie whined. "I have to be a gopher!"

"Sadie, is it?" Courtney said. "Come on, it'll be okay."

"This is so unfair!" Sadie cried as Courtney walked her away. "I miss you, Katie!"

"I miss you too!" Katie cried.

"You guys will be officially known as The Killer Bass!" Chris said, throwing them an identical red banner.

"Awesome," Harold said. "It's like, amazing."

"It's so amazing," Y/N sarcastically said, making Courtney glare at her for whatever reason.

"Alright camper," Chris cleared his throat. "You and your team will be on camera in all public areas during this competition."

~Confessionals~

"You will also be able to share your innermost thoughts on tape, with video diaries anytime you want," Chris said, sitting in an outhouse, flies buzzing around him. "Let the audience at home know what you're really thinking. Or just get something off your chest."

~Confessionals~

"Um, okay, so far this stinks," Gwen said.

~Confessionals~

"I don't get it," Lindsay said, facing away from the camera. "Where's the camera guy?"

~Confessionals~

"Hey everyone, check this out," Owen said very seriously. "I have something very important to say."

Owen then farted, a sly smile on his face before he started laughing.

~Confessionals~ "So far, only like two people look reliable," Y/N said, covering her nose, "And oh my lord, what died in here?"

"All right, any questions?" Chris asked. "Cool. Let's find your cabins. Gopher's, you're in the east cabin, Bass, you're in the west." Chris said, gesturing to the cabins in the distance.

Y/N grabbed her luggage and started walking over to the cabin.

"Hey, you're Y/N, right?" Bridgette said catching up to her.

"Yup, that's me," Y/N smiled.

"Cool. I'm Bridgette," Bridgette smiled back. "I really like your nose ring."

"Thanks," Y/N said, as they reached the girls part of the cabin. "You wanna bunk with me?"

"Sure," Bridgette answered. "You want top or bottom?"

"You pick first," Y/Nsaid. "I don't care which one I get."

"Okay, if you're sure," Bridgette shrugged before picking the top bunk.

"Excuse me, Chris?" Y/N heard Geoff call out. "Is there a chaperone of any kind in this facility?"

"You're all sixteen years old," Chris said. "As old as a counselor in training at a regular summer camp. So, other than myself, you'll be unsupervised. You've got half an hour to unpack and meet me back at the main lodge, starting now!"

Suddenly, Y/N heard a loud shriek coming from the Gopher's cabin, making you and Bridgette look at each other.

"What the hell was that?" Y/N asked.

"I don't know," Bridgette answered. "Let's go check it out."

Y/N and Bridgette walked over to the cabin, peeking your heads in, along with Tyler, Gwen, DJ, Duncan, Harold, Heather, and Leshawna.

"Damn, that white girl can scream." Leshawna said.

Peeking in, Y/N saw that Lindsay was the one screaming. She was standing on a stool, in front of her, was a tiny little cockroach.

"Are you serious?" Y/N asked, dumbfounded.

"What is it!?" Lindsay asked. "Kill it! Kill it!"

The bug started to move around, making DJ squeal like a girl and jump onto one of the beds.

"That was my bed," Gwen groaned.

Everybody started screaming and jumping onto objects, trying to avoid the cockroach.

"It's just a tiny cockroach!" Y/N grumbled. "You guys are acting like a bunch of pussies."

Suddenly, Duncan walked through the door, carrying an axe.

Y/N swore the heard the cockroach saying 'Help me' before Duncan brought the axe down on it.

"You know, stepping on it would have worked to," Y/N said.

"Then why didn't you do it?" Duncan asked, smirking.

"Didn't wanna get cockroach guts on my shoe."

"If you ever see one of those again, just let me know, kay?" Tyler said to Lindsay. "Cause, you know, I could do that too,"

"They always go for the jocks," Duncan scoffed.

"What? Jealous that it's not you?" Y/N mocked his earlier statement, walking out of the cabin.

"Y'know, you still haven't told me your name, sweetheart," Duncan said, catching up to her.

"Chris literally said it earlier when he was making the teams," Y/N laughed. "Not my fault, you're dumb as sand."

"Ow! You hit right where it hurt!" Duncan said, holding onto his chest.

Y/N giggled. "Tell you what, I'll tell you my name at the end of the first challenge. Deal?"

"Why you waiting until then?" Duncan asked, the two of them now standing on their cabin porch.

"Just to make you wait," Y/N smirked. "Now if you don't mind, I'm gonna finish unpacking my stuff."

"Listen up!" a voice rang out through the mess hall. "I serve it three times a day, and you will eat it three times a day!"

"Grab a tray, get your food, and sit you butt's down NOW!"

"This guy is seriously crazy," Y/N whispered to Duncan.

"Seriously," he whispered back, as the line in front of them started to move.

"Um, what exactly is this?" Y/N asked, grabbing her tray. "There's not any wheat in here is there? 'Cause I'm really allergic to wheat."

"I don't think it's gonna be that much a problem, sweetheart," Duncan muttered, also grabbing his tray.

"What did you say!?" Chef yelled.

"Nothing sir!" Duncan said, before him and Isabell quickly sat down at one of the tables.

"Sheesh, you're gonna die before the show even begins," Y/N laughed, poking at her food.

"Dying would be better than eating whatever this is," Duncan said, taking a bit then immediately spitting it back out.

"Welcome to the main lodge!" Chris said, walking in.

"Yo, my man," Geoff said from right next to Y/N. "Can we order a pizza?"

Y/N barely had time to react before a butcher knife was thrown right in between her and Geoff's head. Isabell's eyes widened in fear.

"Woah! It's cool G!" Geoff panicked. "Brown slop is cool!"

"Seems like you're gonna be the one dying before the show starts," Duncan muttered.

"Go fuck yourself," Y/N muttered.

"Your first challenge begins in one hour!" Chris said, walking back out of the lodge.

"What do think they'll make us do?" Katie asked.

"It's our first challenge, how hard could it be?" DJ answered.

At the top of a thousand-foot cliff, was Y/N and the rest of the contestants, all dressed in their swimsuits.

"Holy fucking shit," Y/N said, looking down into the water.

if you don't like the swimsuit, or the outfit that you wear, you're more than welcome to imagine something different

im going to try to update more frequently

but no promises tho

stay safe and make sure to drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

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bookiezzz · 4 months ago

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Hello. I'd like to see some Bridgette and Ezekiel friendship headcanons. Could you please write them?

Bridgette and Ezekiel Platonic Headcannons

— They meet on island and hit it off pretty well!

— I don’t think Zeke and Bridgette will have all the same opinions, and maybe get in silly arguments sometimes..

— But they do have a bit in common and push past it!

— I feel like they’d have some show, game, book or something they totally geek out about

— they would play DND.. maybe..

— (that would be super cute i love that for them)

— Bridgette would definitely take him surfing

— And I think he would enjoy it!

— He’s not the best at it, but it’s fun.

— both are Certified Yappers and will talk to each other forever

— and the other will listen and ask questions

— I think Bridgette would still be friends with Ezekiel even after.. all he’s been through..

— She would talk to him on world tour, very nonchanlantly.

— until her inevitable leave… crying

— Anon this is actually such a cute friendship, love this!!

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vikkirosko · 5 months ago

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Total Drama request coming up! How about Bridgette, DJ, Ezekiel, Harold, Leshawna and Lindsay reaction on their S/O asking them out with fireworks?

Headcanons Fireworks

🏄‍♀️ Bridgette x Reader 🐬

Bridgette didn't think long to agree to go with you to watch the fireworks. She knew that there was a festival in the city that was supposed to end with fireworks, so the fact that you invited her there made her happy. You could safely call it a date and you hoped that everything would go the best way

In the late afternoon, you took drinks and some snacks, after which you went to the place you had chosen to admire the fireworks. You were chatting about everything in the world and did not notice how the sun was setting. It wasn't something you had to worry about. When you were together, time flew by unnoticed

When the first flash of bright, multicolored lights appeared in the sky, you turned your attention to fireworks. You were admiring the fireworks and, it would seem, nothing could spoil your evening. Bridgette put her head on your shoulder, glad that you spent this evening together

She smiled softly as she watched the fireworks. Your date couldn't have gone better. Bridgette kissed you on the cheek, then smiled gently and said that you would definitely need to go on another date. This evening was wonderful and the fact that you were together made it even more wonderful

🐾 DJ x Reader 🥘

DJ saw you talking to his mom about something and smiling several times. He was glad that you got along, and even more pleased when you invited him to a picnic in the evening. His mother carefully gave you a picnic basket with various goodies and you drove off. You said you had a surprise for him, that's why you were driving in the evening. You didn't say exactly what it was, but DJ couldn't wait anymore, because it was a surprise from you

You enjoyed the picnic and you never tired of praising his mom's culinary talent. You sat together, listening to the silence of nature and the singing of birds as the sun gradually set over the horizon. When it got dark, DJ wanted to ask you if you should go home, but a loud sound distracted him. It was fireworks. Bright flashes began to appear in the sky one after another

As it turned out, this was the surprise. You invited him not just for a picnic, but to admire the fireworks. DJ was delighted with it. You prepared a picnic for him, even though you asked his mom to help with the food, you found a good place and asked your friends to set off fireworks. You wanted to please him and hoped that you had succeeded

When DJ returned home, he was happy to tell his mother about how your date went. For him, this day was just wonderful and nothing could spoil his mood. It was a wonderful day that he spent with you

🌲Ezekiel x Reader 🐀

You came to Ezekiel and invited him to watch the fireworks together. Your family decided to have a fireworks night and you decided it would be a good idea to call Ezekiel so that he would not stay at home. Your offer was a surprise to him, but he was glad that he could spend time with you

You spent several hours helping your family prepare everything for the evening of fireworks. By the evening, delicious food was waiting for both of you, and while your family was in the yard, you and Ezekiel climbed onto the roof of the house and prepared to watch fireworks together. It was the best place to watch and it was occupied by the two of you

When your parents set off the first fireworks, you looked up at the sky with smiles. One by one, colorful flashes lit up in the sky and you sat shoulder to shoulder and admired the beauty. At some point, you felt Ezekiel take your hand. You smiled and squeezed his hand a little in return

Ezekiel enjoyed spending time with you. He wanted to arrange a special date for you next time, since you did it this time. He likes you and he wanted to please you just as much as you pleased him

👓 Harold x Reader 🪀

Harold has been preparing for the upcoming festival for a long time. It was a particularly important event for him, because he was going to go to this festival with you. You offered to go together and Harold wanted you to have only good memories from this festival. He was sure it could be called a date, and he couldn't afford to screw up

He tried to show his best side on various kinds of attractions where he could win prizes. He gave you every prize he won, making you laugh softly and smile. You had a wonderful time at the festival and walked until it started to get dark. You offered to walk a little longer and Harold agreed, glad that you could spend more time together

You sat down on a bench and soon fireworks started flashing in the sky. He realized that he had completely forgotten that fireworks were supposed to be set off at the end of the day. When he looked at you and saw the smile on your face, he realized that you remembered this. You didn't tell him about it to make a little surprise

You leaned against his shoulder, smiling softly and watching the fireworks. Harold took your hand and couldn't help but smile. Your date at the festival was great and Harold was hoping that he would be able to go on another date soon

💄Lindsay x Reader 👢

Planning a surprise for Lindsay wasn't very difficult. You said you wanted to take her on a special date, but when you went, she managed to forget exactly where you were going. Because of this, the surprise turned out to be even more special. You went to her favorite cafe, then went shopping, after which you took her to the suburbs, where a whole field of flowers was waiting for you

Lindsay was glad that you could walk among the flowers. It was already a wonderful day for her, because you had a great time together. You wove a wreath of flowers for her and said that the final part of your date would be very soon. She couldn't wait to see what you had prepared for her. When bright flashes appeared in the sky, she realized what a surprise it was. You brought her there to admire the fireworks

She looked at the fireworks in delight, rejoicing at how beautiful they were. You smiled softly as you watched her. In a burst of emotion, Lindsay hugged you, rejoicing at your surprise, and kissing you on the cheeks. She was delighted, and you were glad that you could please her

You wanted to please her as often as possible. Lindsay didn't even realize how much warmth she caused in your heart and for her sake you were ready to plan the most beautiful dates that could only come to your mind. She was your precious thing and you wanted to make her really happy

🍒 Leshawna x Reader 🪩

You and Leshawna have been planning your date for a long time. When you found out that there would be a fireworks evening in the city, you decided that that was where you needed to go. You took food with you and on the right day you went to the city park, where a lot of people gathered to relax and have a good time. You found a good place where you sat down to wait for the fireworks

You chatted about everything in the world, enjoying the good weather and delicious food. The sun was pleasantly warm and allowed you to relax. Leshawna was happy to spend time on such a date, and when the sky began to darken, you both realized that the main event of today would begin very soon

When the sky became dark enough, the first fireworks broke out. You could hear the cheers of children and the conversations of adults, and you continued to sit together, holding hands and admiring the beautiful, bright flashes. You didn't have to say anything to realize how wonderful that moment was

You returned home together, walking in complete silence. It was the kind of comfortable silence that didn't have to be broken. Leshawna was glad that she went on this date with you and she wouldn't mind if you figured out where else you could go together

#Total Drama #Total Drama x Reader #Total Drama headcanons #Bridgette #Bridgette x Reader #DJ #DJ x Reader #Ezekiel #Ezekiel x Reader #Harold #Harold x Reader #Lindsay #Lindsay x Reader #Leshawna #Leshawna x Reader

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dockofshame · 1 year ago

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I’m back and I made some self-indulgent headcanons.

I whipped up some headcanons about a few of the Total Drama characters and about how they would be with a significant other who has seizures.

DISCLAIMER: I have epilepsy myself; I get that my experience is not everybody else’s. The epilepsy headcanons are based off my own seizures and how I am/feel after one happens. (Also there’s no real rhyme or reason as to why I chose these characters oops)

Bridgette:

Bridgette’s pretty composed in the moment of the seizure, albeit pretty shocked and scared when you have it. She catches you when you start to go down, and knows at least some of the basics of epilepsy care in laying you on your side and making sure you don’t hit anything.

Bridgette tries not to make you think too hard when you start regaining consciousness; sticking to asking how you’re feeling and guiding you to somewhere where you can rest.

She asks why you didn’t tell her about your condition, but she asks in a gentler way as opposed to someone like Heather. You admit that you hadn’t had a seizure in months and thought you’d been doing good. You thought the new medicine was doing its job.

You’re not as sore after this seizure but you are pretty wobbly. Bridgette’s pretty klutzy on land herself so while she’s not exactly a good candidate to help you get up and walk, you do ask her to at least watch you and make sure you don’t fall down and hit your head on anything else or fall down any stairs.

Courtney:

Out of all of these characters, Courtney is one of the best to be around when it comes to the actual seizure itself. She’s always taken charge in a crisis, and is immediately laying you on your side and yelling for people around her to help move items that you could hit your head on.

When you regain consciousness, Courtney starts by asking if you’re okay, then by asking if you know what day it is, what you were doing before the seizure actually happened. You’re a little overwhelmed and beg her to just let you take a nap, and you’ll explain later. She apprehensively agrees.

Sure Courtney’s heard of epilepsy and sure she has first-aid training, but she’s never actually seen someone have a seizure before… and being good in a crisis doesn’t stop her from being worried for you. Is Y/N okay? Why didn’t they tell me they had seizures?

You wake up after about an hour-long nap; head throbbing, tongue bitten and something sticky on the front of your shirt. You also smell iron very faintly… crap, you got blood on this top. You sit up and sure enough, Courtney’s sitting next to you. You tell her that you were diagnosed with epilepsy years ago and that this is just another Tuesday for you, and you’re happy to answer any questions she might have.

She’s on you like a hawk for the next few days; making sure you take your medicine on time, asking how you’re feeling, if there’s anything she can do to help. You tell her that you appreciate that she cares about you, truly, but that the best thing she can do right now is just… not worry.

Ella:

Ella doesn’t know anybody with medical conditions like this and she’s never had to think about it, so she’s not prepared and is scared to the point of crying when she sees you start to twitch and fall down pretty hard. It’s Sky who tells her that you must have some kind of seizure disorder; her ex-boyfriend Keith had seizures too.

You feel strangely normal after this seizure, minus your legs being sore. You wake up to some soothing singing and sure enough, Ella’s kneeling by your side with some pain medicine and a water bottle.

Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, you tell her with a strange sense of guilt as you sit up. You take the medicine and a gulp of water, and procede to add, my sleep schedule’s been out of whack. Counting to three in your head, you slowly stand up, and Ella takes your hand… and then pulls you into an unexpected hug. Unfortunately you’re pretty wobbly and she winds up knocking you both down.

I was so worried something bad would happen to you, Y/N. Her voice is choked up- a complete 180 from her usually sunny demeanor- and your heart drops a little bit. I mean, of course this was bad, but you could have… I mean…

You return the hug and reassure her it’s okay, that you’ve been dealing with this for years and that it’s just another day, and you’ll do everything you can to be careful. In the meantime, do you want to go on a walk together? Your legs are actually really stiff and you think it’ll do you some good.

Heather:

Unlike Bridgette and Courtney, Heather isn’t quite as good in a crisis, so she goes straight into panic mode when she sees you go down. Courtney’s the one who helps get you to where you need to be (lying down, head not hitting anything) and then Sierra tells Heather that you’re epileptic… nobody questions how she knows that.

This seizure was a little harsher than they have been in the past; you’re pretty sore and you have a bloody lip. It takes awhile for you to regain consciousness.

There’s a bit of a debate between you and Heather as to whether to take you to the hospital, because you’re pretty vehement about not paying thousands of dollars for a ride in the wee-yoo wagon whereas she thinks you’re being unreasonable. Heather ultimately brings you there herself.

While she at least waits until you’re home to blow her top at you, she does still blow up. Why didn’t you TELL me about this, Y/N? Didn’t you think I would have found out sooner or later? Yes, you lamely admit, but you were embarrassed and had no idea how to bring it up. Does it change her view of you?

Of course not, you idiot, she says. But don’t make me worry like that again; I love you- she puts her hand over her mouth, completely caught off-guard at the words that just escaped her lips.

You scrunch into yourself sheepishly. Right, you say, no more worrying. Gotcha.

#total drama x reader #tdi x reader #total drama island #total drama world tour #td courtney #td bridgette #td ella #td heather #tdi heather #tdi bridgette #tdi courtney #tdpi #i have some unfinished dawn headcanons maybe i’ll add those sometime #total drama fanfic

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goosetheluce · 1 year ago

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I loved your different Heather headcanons and so was wondering if you had any related to male reader being in a love triangle involving Heather and Bridgette or Gwen where the Reader is somewhat oblivious to the girls competing with each other over them? How do you think it would end?

ooo interesting concept. and yesss bridgette content i love her <3

M!Reader x Bridgette and Heather Headcanons (Love Triangle)

Bridgette, the certified laid-back sweetheart, would never say anything bad about anyone unless they deserve it. So you probably should have noticed when her face fell the second Heather's name left your throat.

"I didn't know you were friends with Heather," Bridge remarked casually in response to her name. Her eyes had left yours and instead trained across the lake. The water washed over your bare legs as you sat on the dock with her, socks and shoes tossed to the side.

"I guess you could say we are. Being on the same team and having similar goals is pretty much all it takes to be friendly. At least, I think so," you explained. You knew she was difficult, but something about her just made you curious. You hoped maybe you could see what was underneath her surface.

Bridgette laughed. "If that's what it takes to be friendly, then you and I are on a five-star date right now." She brought her spring-tinged eyes back to yours, wiggling her eyebrows sarcastically.

You laughed and felt your cheeks heat up. "You can take the bill, then," you smirked. "I mean, ladies first, right?"

Bridgette elbowed you playfully. "I'm in my own Great Depression with how broke I am, so, no can do." She pulled her legs out of the water and dried them off. "Anyway, I'm gonna go hang out with Geoff. Cya."

She gave you one last smile before walking off. Your heart sang.

Heather, the infamously cunning queen bee, would say anything bad about anyone, even if they don't deserve it. The complete opposite of the surfer girl. But it got a bit much for you when you waved at Bridge and her tirade began.

"Don't you know she's just going to slow you down? Look at her, she's too nice. She doesn't have what it takes to win. Don't you want to win, y/n?" Heather slid her hand on top of yours slyly, her chin raised up at you while smiling. She liked making moves on you.

You just stared at Heather, in shock of her attack. Your mouth suddenly tasted bitter as you swiftly pulled your hand out from under hers and jumped to your feet.

"Ever heard of friends, Heather? They might do you some good. Humble yourself."

Her lip curled with disgust and she looked away, still sitting there on the porch of the cabin. "Whatever. By the way, y/n, you shouldn't shave your face. It looks better with the shadow."

You sighed and went back to your cabin, rubbing your freshly shaved chin, suddenly wishing you could curl up and sleep for days.

You dreamt of kind green eyes and maroon croptops that night.

Bridgette isn't one to fight, but she'll stand up for herself, no doubt. At least, that's what you learned the next day when you heard the angered shrieks from Heather and Bridge in the woods.

"I found it first, bitch. Back off," Heather threatened. The rest of the campers had gathered nearby to see what was going on, you included. The challenge for that day was for your team to find some stupid prize and bring it back to camp.

"Heather, please," Bridgette rolled her eyes. "Get your hand off my wrist! You're so fucking dramatic!" The surfer yanked her hand out of Heather's grip. Bridge was bleeding where her acrylics dug into her skin. "Look what you did, jerk!"

Heather crossed her arms.

"Look at you, putting up a fight!" She sneered. She sent her glare over to where you were standing. "Is it 'cause your little crush is watching?" On the sidelines, Gwen scoffed and called out, "Do you have any goal except to embarrass people on live television?"

Your throat closed up. Was it true? Your heart began to pound in your chest. You wished it was.

Bridgette's face paled and she shot a quick look in your direction. The blood began dripping down the nail marks on her arm.

"I don't have time for this. I'm winning."

And with that, Bridgette made a full dash all the way back to camp, with Gwen close behind her making sure that Heather didn't pull a trick, despite not being on the same team as her.

All the other campers walked off, shooting scowls at Heather. Everyone except for you.

"What the fuck was that? You made her bleed, Heather."

She didn't look at you, still staring at the crowd leaving the forest. "You just don't get it, do you?"

"No, I guess I don't. Enlighten me then, convince me you're not a total nut," you retorted.

Heather whirled around at you, narrowing her eyes and pushing her finger to your chest.

"I do what it takes to survive. In anything. Not just this horrible show. I go back home with no money, and I'll be screwed. Everyone has left me. I only have myself," she hissed. Your heart softened for a moment. She didn't want to be alone.

But then she kissed you, pulled the collar of your shirt down and crashed her lips against yours, and it felt wrong. You pulled away, holding her shoulders at a far distance. You had realized you'd never really see what was under her surface, because she'd never show you.

"You want to have someone, but all you do is push everyone away," you whisper painfully. If you looked closely, you would see her eyes were wet. "So don't act like you'll do anything different with me." You released her, wiped your lips clean of her coconut lip balm, and made your way back to camp. You had to see Bridge.

You scanned the place for warm blonde hair and a blue hoodie, unsuccessful. You asked Geoff, and said she mentioned something about going to the lake.

She heard you behind her before you even sat down.

"Hey, you," she murmured. Her chin was resting on her knees, her eyes watching the choppy waves.

"Hey," you greeted. "Mind if I sit?"

She shook her head and turned back to look at you. Her face was salty with dried tears.

You felt guilty for ever having anything to do with Heather, staring down at her newly bandaged arm. You sat close to her.

"I'm sorry."

"It's alright, y/n. You didn't do anything wrong. But I have a question," she responded softly.

You nodded your head. She took a deep breath.

"I'm not going to lie and say Heather was wrong. I do like you. But will you promise me that you won't be, like...weirded out by that?"

You responded by wrapping your arm around her shoulders, pulling her in. Her hair smelled like citrus shampoo.

"That would be hypocritical of me to be weirded out," you teased. It was a confession, nonetheless. She looked up at you.

"You like me?"

You only responded with a soft kiss on her forehead, pulling her back into your arms.

"Once we get off of this show, I'll take you on a real five-star date," you said softly, rubbing circles into her arm.

She snuggled further into you.

"And you're still paying, y/n."

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Total Drama (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Izzy/Tyler (Total Drama), Geoff/Lindsay (Total Drama), Heather (Total Drama)/Reader, Cody Anderson/Leshawna, Duncan/Katie (Total Drama), Alejandro Burromuerto/Bridgette, Izzy/Justin (Total Drama), Katie/Lindsay (Total Drama), Geoff (Total Drama)/Reader, Heather/Tyler (Total Drama), Cody Anderson/Justin (Total Drama), Duncan/Lindsay (Total Drama), Bridgette (Total Drama)/Reader, Leshawna/Tyler (Total Drama), Cody Anderson/Katie, Alejandro Burromuerto/Reader, Duncan/Izzy (Total Drama), Justin/Leshawna (Total Drama) Characters: Izzy (Total Drama), Tyler (Total Drama), Geoff (Total Drama), Lindsay (Total Drama), Heather (Total Drama), Cody Anderson, Leshawna (Total Drama), Duncan (Total Drama), Katie (Total Drama), Alejandro Burromuerto, Bridgette (Total Drama), Justin (Total Drama) Additional Tags: Drabble Collection, Shuffle Challenge, iPod Meme, Inspired by Music, Song: Where It's At (Beck), Song: Gargarismo (Truckfighters), Song: Damage Inc. (Metallica), Song: Freak Out (Avril Lavigne), Song: Cosmic Love (Florence + the Machine), Song: Shadowboxer (Fiona Apple), Song: Land of Broken Promises (IAMX), Song: 13 Candles (Uncle Acid & The Deadbeats), Song: Fragments of Time (Daft Punk feat. Todd Edwards), Song: The Valley (k.d. lang), Song: Soul Kitchen (The Doors), Song: Knocks Me Off My Feet (Stevie Wonder), Song: Side O' The Road (Creedence Clearwater Revival), Song: Say It Again (Natasha Bedingfield), Song: Bells Ring (Mazzy Star), Song: One More Time (Daft Punk), Song: Dr. Miller (Laurie Anderson), Song: That Time (Regina Spektor) Series: Part 14 of Total Mega Mix Summary:

18 pairings, 18 drabbles, 18 songs.

Wherein I chose a pairing, put my music playlist on shuffle, then write a drabble for them in the time it takes for the song to play all the way through. This features 12 characters, included in three drabbles each, with the exception of Heather, Geoff, Bridgette and Alejandro. They're only featured in two drabbles each: one Character/Character and the other Character/Reader.

Not all drabbles are of equal quality. Some also push the T rating: read with discretion.

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maybegays-blog · 1 year ago

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Welcome to my blog 🙏 🫡

(Edited)

What I WILL write:

Smut

Fluff

Angst

Yandere

X (Fem!) Reader (anything but male)

What I WONT write:

Heavy saw level gore. (It’s hard to write and it makes me a lil sick 😔😵‍💫)

Character x Character (nothin wrong w it, I just personally don’t really like ships)

X Male reader

🍇

Inc3st

If you request something that’s not on here, I will look into. (If I do not respond then I will probably not write)

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Please specify what you want me to write, I’m not good at coming up with things :(

Also, a small disclaimer. English isn’t my first language.

Masterlist

FUCKERS I WRITE FORRR!!!

Celebrities

La Zarra

Lady Gaga

Charlize Theron

Catherine Zeta-Jones

Gwedoline Christie

Trolls 3

Velvet

Viva

The Conjuring

Lorraine Warren

Wednesday (2022)

Morticia Addams

Larissa Weems

Marilyn Thornhill

The School For Good And Evil

Lady Leonora Lesso

Clarissa Dovey

Black Panther

Queen Ramonda

Shuri Udaku

Riri Williams

Steven Universe

The FEMALE Crystal Gems

The Diamonds

Resident Evil: Village

Lady Dimitrescu

Mother Miranda

Donna Beneviento

Bela Dimitrescu

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Daniela Dimitrescu

Total Drama

Gwen

Leshawna

Heather

Eva

Izzy

Courtney

Bridgette

(Not that far in the show, sorry!😔)

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justins-1-justan · 1 year ago

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sooo this is my first request for anything like this ever so im a bit nervous😭

but anyways could you pretty please do Cody and Bridgette hcs? (separate) you could do female or gender neutral reader i don’t mind^^

Have a lovely day! -🍌

EEEEK! YOU DID AMAZING 🍌ANON AND DON'T SWEAT IT THIS IS MY FIRST TIME GETTING A REQUEST!

Contents: reader was written with fem in mind however most HCs can be interpreted as G/N, Bridgette's is borderline one shots/drabbles meanwhile Cody's is more traditional HCs territory.

Bridgette!

AQUARIUM DATES!!

Like you're both *that* couple at the aquarium having all the aesthetic moments with the fishies.

That's actually where the two of you met...

You rubbed the hand sanitizer into your skin as you began to approach the fiddler rays you've been dying to pet all day. The sun had already began setting as you finally approached the tank they were kept inside. With the directions of the worker, you cautiously stuck your hand in the chilly water in an attempt to pet the one in front of you when you feel someone's hand touch yours, you look up as you mutter an apology at the same time as the person whose hand you touched, only to trail off at the sight of by far the most pretty girl you've ever seen, the setting sun casting an almost halo around her blonde hair.

After that chance meeting, you both visit the local aquarium for dates frequently.

So much so that you've begun to help name the newborn fiddler rays, those being, Slater, Dirt, And Munch~Munch!

Aside from aquarium dates you also go to her surfing competition as her personal cheerleader!

"Woo! Go Bridgette!" You cheered as she lands a rodeo flip followed by a floater, sadly that floater was also followed by an almost equally epic wipe out. You quickly rushed closer to the shore, towel in hand, as she coughed up a bit of sea water. "Ugh.. I almost had it.." She groaned between coughs as you wrapped the towel around her. "Well, at least you looked cool!" You replied which caused her to giggle. "When I was actually on the board or when I got thrown off?" Bridgette questions with a small smile. You giggle in response not giving a real answer.

Hit you upside the head with her surfboard once on accident.

Was very sorry but still.

Call it cliche, but you both walk in hand in hand down the beach on the reg. Finding seashells and observing crabs.

"Bridgette look! This seashell matches your eyes!" You excitedly exclaim, pressing the green shell into her hand. "You think?" She asks, holding it up to cover one of her eyes. "Yeah! And it's still intact, a rare find for a rare girl!" You answer truthfully. Oh if you knew the way the morning sun reflected in your eyes at that moment, the way her heart nearly stopped beating, the way you never fail to make her breathless. You thought she was a rare girl but you are a step above rare to her, you were like the type of wave that only happens once a generation.

Her favorite thing about you? Probably the way you give her the same thrill as the first time she ever set foot on a surfboard.

The way your smile lights up your face like the sun reflects on the sand, you're the shore to her ocean.

Loves resting her head against your shoulder whenever she can, watching movies? Head on your shoulder. On the bus? Head on your shoulder.

song that describes your relationship: message in a bottle, by Taylor Swift.

Love language: if teaching you random stuff counts as acts of service and giving you the simultaneously weirdest yet nicest compliments counts as words of affirmation then those.

And finally miscellaneous hc of mine, she's her class valedictorian.

Cody

One of the nicest guys you've ever met.

Like ever.

How you met? For whatever reason whether boredom or genuine interest you were watching a chess documentary at the movie theater and that's where you met him..

It was a February day, not long before valentines actually. You were walking into the movie theater, snacks and slushie in hand. The theater was fairly busy and you sat by a stranger. The promos hadn't even begun yet when he began talking to you. "Soo.. You've ever heard of Robert j. D'Amato?" The fated stranger asks you. You slowly blink at him. "..." "...." "Well I mean you are here to watch a documentary about him so-!" He anxiously blathered on, and at that moment, with this cute stranger sat beside you, you realized, you walked into the wrong theater. "Actually, I don't know anything about chess... Could you tell me about it?" You successfully secur the opportunity of having a cute boy explain what on earth a French defence is.

After the movie he not so smoothly asked for your number, which you happily gave.

I feel like he's really into retro video games, like 90s Zelda, gen 1 pokemon, and Sims 2.

Speaking of which! He is SO the type of dork to make him and his S/O in Sims to live happily ever after with a dog and everything.

Given how he has such severe allergies, I think he'd be super cautious with your allergies. Like if your allergic to a food, it suddenly vanished from his diet entirely.

Calls you every nickname in the book: babe, cupcake, darling, etc.

^ thinks he's so smooth with those but half the time is stumbling over his words.

You both start watching a movie but somehow always just wind up falling asleep on the couch for four hours.

Some wizard movie played in the background as your sleeping form breathed slowly. Cody's arm wrapped around your torso. His eyes slowly opened to see your face close to his own, the sun from the open window cascading across your face made you look ethereal. He breathed deeply and readjusted to hold you closer, closing his eyes and embracing the moment more.

Anyways be prepared to hear hours long rambles about Albert Einstein.

One time you went to Disneyland with him and he told you the exact physics of how the incredicoaster works.

^ Depending on the person you are you were either too freaked out to go on or made you more hyped.

You know how I mentioned it being February in the how you met section? Well he is actually a gold medalist in the art of valentines gifts. Like gives you all the stuffed animals, flowers, and chocolate.

Song that reminds me of your relationship: porcelain face, or yellow hearts.

Love language: all of them. In the wise words of Julie Chen "expect the unexpected" who would've thought that would apply to your boyfriend.

And final miscellaneous head cannon as a goodbye: he utmost definitely was a pillow pets kid.

#total drama bridgette #tdi bridgette #td bridgette #total drama bridgette x reader #bridgette total drama #bridgette x reader #expect the unexpected #tdi cody #td cody #cody total drama #total drama cody #total drama cody x reader #cody x reader #tdi x reader #total drama x reader #total drama #ill proof read this later #x reader

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tdinyomomma · 1 year ago

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TDWT CODY X READER Info

[Name] [Last Name] is a known world famous actress. Also known for being a huge germaphobe, what got her into the Total Drama fiasco? Chris McLean repeatedly hitting up her agent so his ratings could go up he needed [Name] on his show. Now she’s stuck in a contract she can’t get out of. She might as well be in it to win it even though the amount of money doesn’t even compare what’s in this famous actress’s bank account.

[Name] [Last Name]

Age: 16

Height: 5’0

Body type: yours

Hair type: yours

Outfit: light purple shirt, blue jeans, black shoes and there’s a hand sanitizer connected on the right belt loop.

CHAPTERS HERE!

1. The Award Winning Actress

2. Walk Like An Egyptian Pt. 1

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dozing-marshmallow · 1 year ago

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Can you do more ChrisxNibbling stuff cause I saw you do it and I liked it,and can you do it with some campers? Ty!

Thank you! Hope you enjoy !! 💗

CHRIS MCLEAN’S NIBLING! READER AND CAMPERS (CONTINUED HEADCANONS)

This was removed from the final cut; after Egypt’s challenge came to an end, you had a lot of time to spend before you took flight and began the first elimination ceremony of the season.

To relieve frustration, Bridgette took the waves of the Mediterranean Sea, changing into her diving suit and putting her surfboard to good use.

She performed tricks you’ve never seen anyone do before- like one where she projected her board vertically at the wave’s lip and descended gracefully without losing her momentum.

“Cool...” you clapped your hands for the blonde surfer.

“Oh, (Y/N)!” she waved through her wet hair, gliding back to the shallow end,“You were watching?”

“Uh huh, uh huh! You’re so good!” you cheer, impressed at Bridgette’s ability to flow so powerfully on the walls of water,“Can you do that again?”

She happily grants your request,“Alright! Pay close attention!” there she went, this time, sliding frantically above the current, having buckets of spray flash after her, never catching her. She comes back to the shore again, in time for another show of your amazement.

“Woahhh...” a new aspiration was born,“I wanna do that!”

“Aw, really?” she smiled in flattery,“So happy I could inspire you! You’ll be great at it, it’s really fun! Want to see how it feels for yourself?” she offered welcomingly, nodding to her surfboard.

You pause,“I don’t know, Bridgette... I don’t have my swimwear on me and even though I’m boiling... Chris might not be happy if I end up getting wet in these clothes.”

Bridgette respects your duteous response, not minding the turn down,“Well, it’s really responsible of you to listen to your uncle since he’s the one that’s taking care of you. At least he cares about someone on this show!”

“He cares about you guys too!” you chirp otherwise,“Believe me, he just likes to play pretend!” Gosh, you could use some water, but not of the variety you were approaching, even the grains of soaked sand blazed the back of your shoes,“Can I hold onto your leg?”

“What?” Bridgette’s puzzlement very vivid in the watery heat,“But didn’t you say...”

Merrily, you delineated,“I know! But how can he know I went in if I don’t get wet? As long as I don’t get drenched, we’ll be off the hook! Besides, I’ve seen you do it without getting a single drop of water! You can do it again, right?”

You’re only young once. You had to go against the rules every now and then for a lifetime moment of fun. Bridgette grins at the opportunity she now had to introduce an interested kid to the world of surfing,“You can count on it. Just hold on, and try stay still.”

“Aye aye captain!” You carefully go sit at the rear end of the slippery surfboard. Bridgette walks next to it and slowly drags it back into the different medium of salty layers. Demands to maintain balance grew as you hovered above the upcoming waves, feeble hands clutching onto the sides of the surfboard, the whiteness of the sun livened the teal surrounding you.

On the right signal, Bridgette throws herself onto the surfboard and that’s where the fun really started.

Like going on a waterslide! An illegal waterslide. But a thrilling waterslide!

“Coooousin!” Sierra sang, rushing to sit next to you,“How are youu? Are you excited to spend this season together!?”

Why did she keep calling you that?,“Sure?” you look behind her, seeing Cody at the back, peering out from the first class doorway, clasping his hands together.

You sighed.

“Great! Because I have sooo many questions on my bucket list to ask you! It’s called primary data, research you collect yourself!” she bounces, her long magenta hair slapping your face,“That okay with you, cousin? I can give you a leg massage during the interview!”

That was a strange compromise,“No no... I’m good. Uh... What’s the questions?”

“Hehehe! Okay, okay! So you know back in kindergarten, did you actually like Mrs Pearlsey or were you pretending to so you wouldn’t be the last one to get snacks?”

...

I beg your pardon?

That wasn’t what you had in mind. Any tranquility you had evaporated into utter discomposure,“How’d you know that smelly witch’s name?”

"Eeeeee okay okay, so you did hate her!” she scrambled to write it down in her sudden appearing notebook.

“You still need to answer me!” you demand, looking around the empty economy class,“How did you know?”

Sierra had absolutely no idea how what she was doing was abnormal, still behaving like no more than a passionate fan,“Because cousin! We're a family! Family knows everything! Just like your pet fish that died. Riddles!” she tittered, poking your shoulder,“Hehehe, I knew his name too. I never knew why that was the case... Did your friendship with Sam Martins end because of Sheila Jens? Or did it end because he moved away?”

Hearing those names, you shifted drastically away in horror,“I don’t wanna talk to you anymore! Get away from me!” Those were private memories... Memories in which, you couldn’t tell if speared because it happened or because they were resurfacing from an oblivious blabber.

Like the intimate details of your life couldn’t just be kept to you?

“Cousin!” Sierra cools down, about time she got the message,“I didn’t mean to freak you out, I’m only saying these things because I care!” you push her away,“Like youuur safari birthday party! It was sooo cute! I have the exact decorations in a box at home! Your parents threw them away after party.”

“Thank you?” okay that, maybe from your mom’s Facebook. Still weird how she would’ve gone through the act of finding it and scrolling through it...

“Question, who is your favourite? Mom or dad?” her eyes minimised to make space for her hungry beam.

A non-specific reasonable question? A dove to your ears,“Uh...” still an uncomfortable one, but at least it wasn’t aimed from the threads of your life.

To answer it though, you’d never gave it much thought. You loved both of them-

“It’s your daddy, isn’t it? Admit it!” well, no point answering that if she had an answer already,“Aw! It’s so sweet that you still love him after he got in trouble for committing fraud.”

Fraud? Your dad?

No...

She’s lying.

You couldn’t believe it. You were outraged,“What are you talking about? My dad never did fraud! He’s an honest man! You’re a liar! Liar! Liar! Liar!” You yelled at her, as disgusted as your lungs could scratch. She could harass you all she wanted, but to involve your parents in such a lie? Killed any respect you had for her!

However...everything she’d been saying...

“Wait, you don’t know? Oooo, family learning time!” she gasps, as though it was fact, unknown to your spiking loathe for her- rather, it was all a moment for you to learn something harvested from the findings of a raving maniac,"Three years after you were born, your mommy and daddy wanted another baby. But after your daddy was fired for money deception, your mom was realllly mad, so they like decided they couldn't afford to take care of any more kids when they already had a strain on their marriage to mend. So yeah, that’s why it was just you! Auntie and uncle sure were busy, even now as we speak! It would totally be awesome if there was another member in the family though. Chris even said if it was a girl, he wanted it to be named Christy!” her smile as wide as ever, insensitive contrast to your frozen hanging face.

Your dad...fraud...fired...?

“Chris... My dad didn’t actually do fraud, did he?”

He was going to have to have a little talk with Sierra.

Your uncle in the matter was consumed by the abyssal realisation of the consequences he took lightly at the beginning when he accepted an archetype like Sierra on the show.

How could he have underestimated that badly?

Chris had that trait for as long as you knew him- play now, stress later.

Which is why, you didn’t want to go out of your way to bother him anymore for the rest of the night. Even if it meant losing your bedtime story streak.

It was a bummer, but Chris’ well-being mattered more to you than your needs that could be met at any leeway, and you’d hate to coerce him into doing something when he wasn’t in the mood for it.

Not to mention, you yourself wasn’t in a good mood after hearing something that wasn’t in either Sierra’s nor your business to know.

Sierra... It was gonna be difficult enduring her.

It didn’t change how you were sitting in a more shrouded area of first class, a red curtain, leaning on a wall.

“Fine evening, is it not?”

You glance to the source of question.

Look who it is. Charmer boy.

“Yeah...” you didn’t have enough energy to interrogate his convenient timing after wasting most of the day reflecting on the backstory you never knew you had.

He clearly saw that too,“Why so down, little one?”

Ah,“I... Chris is meant to read me a bedtime story... But...”

“But?” Alejandro repeated, very patiently.

“...” you shouldn’t be sharing anything remotely personal with him,“Never mind. It’s nothing.”

“No no, please. Is he...not available for you?”

Your mind rolled back to where Chris was, destress-ing away in the steam of his hot tub,“You can say that...”

Alejandro places his attention on your storybook “Scaredy Squirrel”, the front cover featuring a cartoon squirrel with a Cheshire Cat smile and takes the situation to offer,“Would you prefer if I were to read it to you? Just for tonight?”

Although you had grown used to Alejandro’s dark brown hair and red button up, it seemed you had forgotten through your thorough look up at him.

You didn’t know how Alejandro read story books, but better than nobody,“Okay!” perhaps it’ll help clear your head. Besides, his team did win the very section you were in so you were bound for comfort regardless.

You both are able to fit in one of the golden chairs, thanks to your smaller physique. Holding Mrs Maple, Alejandro takes the book into his hands, turning it around, feeling for the first time and reads the title aloud,“Scaredy Squirrel” he opens it to the first page,“Scaredy Squirrel never leaves his nut tree. He’d rather stay in his safe and familiar tree than risk venturing out into the unknown.”

Woah... You had grown used to Alejandro’s smooth voice, but to hear it in this setting felt like warm milk becoming sound,“The unknown can be a scary place for a squirrel. A few things Scaredy Squirrel is afraid of: green Martians, killer bees, tarantulas, poison ivy, germs, sharks.” His voice was so soft. No crack, no rasp, it was scripted for storytelling. It was scripted for anything.

“Are you scared of any of those things, Alejandro?” you asked him, positioning Mrs Maple in an angle where she could also see the pictures.

“Why should I be? All these things are a mere life form, they exist peacefully. It would be wrong to hold hate against Mother Nature’s creations when they haven’t done anything threatening to us.” There he goes, scarring ambiguity onto his pretty words.

“Even the killer bees?” you giggle. It was right in the name and he called that peaceful?

A smile does grow on his face, catching what you’re indicating,“That’s a different case. They tend to be a lot more territorial than the average bee, but at the end of the day, they help pollinate our plants and help make our food yummy.”

His terminology demoted for you, making his tone elixir sleepy eyelids quicker. You were worried you wouldn’t reach the end of the book.

“But let’s say, just for example, that something unexpected did happen... You can rest assured that this squirrel is prepared.”

You got up to Scaredy Squirrel’s improved schedule, before you nodded off to sleep. Alejandro noticed your first few seconds of slower breathing and verbal absence, and despite that, he kept reading on until he finished.

He removed one of the clean first class blankets out of the plastic packaging and placed it on himself and you, moving as delicately as he could so you could keep using his side as a pillow.

He really would have loved to be the eldest child,“Dormir bien, little one.”

What happened in the past is in the past, and your dad was a changed man- he had to be, or else your mother would’ve left him time ago. See! There was no need for you to worry your little mind to death- Alejandro helped repair your perception without even needing to know what had stained it.

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lousypotatoes · 2 months ago

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Cheap Perfume

"It's like you're always there in the corner of my mind

I see a silhouette every time I close time I close my eyes

There must be poison in those fingertips of yours

'Cause I keep coming back for more~"

Troublemaker - Olly Murs, Flo Rida

Previous Next

Dear Mom and Dad, I'm doing fine

You guys are on my mind

You asked me what I wanted to be

And I think the answer is plain to see

I wanna be famous

I wanna live close to the sun

So pack your bags 'cause I've already won

Nothing to do, nothing in my way

I'll get there one day

Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na

I wanna be

I wanna be famous

I wanna be

I wanna be famous~

On one side of the mess hall, campers were happy and lively and talkative, enjoying their pathetic and gross excuse of a breakfast.

On the other side, the campers were miserable and tired, dark eyebags indenting themselves into their skulls.

Y/N was on the side with the horrible eyebags.

The last challenge left her awfully tired, her feeling like dying was better than what she and the other campers went through.

She felt kind of guilty, because if it wasn't for her, The Killer Bass would of won the challenge.

Nobody blamed her though, (except Courtney) understanding that if they were in that position, they would have also caved in.

Unfortunately, even after all those hours of staying awake, Y/N still didn't get any sleep, thanks to Harold's constant snoring the night before.

She could tell the rest of her team felt the same way.

Y/N and Duncan were the most miserable, them being the last two on the Killer Bass to stay awake.

Y/N's head was propped up on her hand, her eyes closed, trying to get some desperately needed sleep.

"Duncan, Y/N," Chris smirked. "You two look like death,"

"Eat shit," Y/N glared.

"Harold snored all night," Courtney groaned.

"Wow," Chris laughed. "Four nights with no sleep? How much are you guys hurting?"

"Wanna find out?" Duncan lashed out.

"Hey, no, it's cool," Chris backed up.

Suddenly, the mess hall door slammed opened, making everyone turn their attention to the door.

Everybody gasped when they saw Harold standing in the doorway. He had a drawn on mustache on him.

Everybody started to giggle as he walked to the Killer Bass table.

If Y/N wasn't on the brink of death, she probably would have joined in.

"Okay, what?" Harold asked, sitting down at the table.

"Someone messed with your face, dude," Geoff laughed.

Harold grabbed a spoon and looked at his reflection. "Hey, sweet 'stache,"

"Hey everyone, it's Gwen!" Chris called out.

The Screaming Gophers started to cheer as Gwen walked into the mess hall, looking like she was going to pass out any minute.

"I'm so tired, I can't feel my face," she said before her head slammed on the table.

~Confessionals~

"We are so stinking right now!" Courtney whined. "Okay, yes, Eva was a psycho, but at least she was an athletic psycho!"

"I want to go home," Y/N groaned.

"And miss out on hanging out with me?" Duncan smirked.

"Your the number one reason why I want to go home,"

"Hey fish heads!" Heather yelled from the other side of the room. "Way to kick out your strongest player! Why don't you just give up now?"

Courtney flung over some mushy oatmeal, but instead of landing on Heather, it landed on Gwen at the last second.

"Missed me," Heather smirked, making Courtney glare at her.

"Okay campers, listen up," Chris said. "Your next challenge begins in ten minutes. And be prepare to bring it!"

"If it's anything like the last challenge, I'm killing Chris," Bridgette mumbled.

"I'll help," Y/N replied.

All the campers made their way onto what looked like a gym in a regular high school surrounded by glass walls.

Even though she was tired as hell, she wanted The Killer Bass to contribute and try to help the Killer Bass win the challenge. Unlike Duncan, who as soon he got into the gym, he plopped himself on the bleachers.

"Wake me up, and it'll be the last thing you do," he announced before closing his eyes.

Tyler gulped, already scared of what he might do. Y/N rolled her eyes, knowing that it was just an empty threat.

"This is all your fault, you know!" Courtney yelled at Harold. "You and your snoring face!"

"It's called a medical condition, gosh!"

Chef Hatchet, dressed in a referee uniform, blew a whistle, signaling that it was time for the campers to pay attention.

"Today's challenge is the classic game of dodgeball," Chris explained. "The first rule of dodgeball is-"

"Do not talk about dodgeball?" Noah interrupted, making Y/N let out a tiny giggle.

"As I was saying," Chris continued. "If you get with the ball you're out."

Chris threw the ball as hard as he could to Y/N. She caught it but it knocked all the wind out of her, the force pushing her back a little.

"Jeez!" she gasped. "Give me a warning next time, asshole!"

She threw the ball back, hoping it would hit Chris in the head, but to her disappointment, he caught it.

"If you catch the ball, the thrower gets sent out and the catcher gets to bring in another team member out on the court,"

"Throwing balls, gee, another mentally challenging test," Noah remarked.

"I know right!" Lindsay frowned, making Y/N have to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing out loud.

"Okay, now, Geoff, try to hit me," Chris says, throwing a ball to Geoff, who catches it easily.

Chef tossed another ball to Chris. "If you're holding a ball, you can use it to deflect a ball. But if it knocks the ball out of your hands, you're out!" he says.

"So, what do I do again what the ball comes at me?" Lindsay asked.

"You dodge!"

Geoff throws his ball at Chris, who deflects it with the ball he's holding, causing Geoff's ball to bounce back and hit Lindsay right in the face.

Y/N cringed as the ball made contact with Lindsay's face.

"Ooo, you were supposed to dodge!" Chris winced.

"Ow...right,"

Y/N grimaced as Lindsay removed her hand from her forehead, revealing a large purple lump.

"You have one minute until game time," Chris says. "Gophers, you'll have to sit one person out each game."

"Oh boy," Y/N mumbled.

It was standoff between DJ, Katie, Y/N, Tyler, Harold, and Heather, Lindsay, Owen, Leshawna, and Cody.

They were all staring at the other team, glaring at each other with smirks on their faces.

~Confessionals~

"I'm not the best at dodgeball," Y/N said. "But I have a pretty good feeling about this challenge."

"Bring it on fishies," Heather bragged. "Otherwise winning three in a row just won't be as satisfying."

"Oh! You're going down!" Tyler cried. "We're gonna bring the dinner to the table and then we're gonna eat it!"

"You really need to work on your trash talk," Y/N whispered to him.

"Both teams ready?" Chris asked. "Best of five games wins. Now. Let's dodge some ball!"

Y/N deadpanned.

Chef blew his whistle, and Y/N, and everybody who was playing rushed for the balls, either teams cheering for their teammates.

The first one to throw a ball was Cody, the ball going in between Tyler and Harold's heads. Tyler snarled and Cody grinned sheepishly.

In a really dumb move, Tyler spun around and threw his ball, but instead of hitting anybody on the opposite side of the court, he hit Sadie, who was sitting on the bleachers.

"That'll smear the makeup," Chris grinned.

"Nice job," Courtney frowned from the bleachers.

"Now let's see if you can hit someone on their team!"

Owen ran forward, ball in hand. Tyler gaped in fear.

Owen ran right in front of the line before throwing the ball hard as he could at Tyler, hitting in right in the stomach and sending him flying into the glass.

"Ow! Damn it!" Tyler whined.

Chef blew the whistle, making the other team cheer.

Y/N sighed and went to go help Tyler up.

"Maybe next time you should try and dodge," she joked.

"Yeah, I know," Tyler mumbled before going to sit down on the bleachers, Sadie giving him a dirty look.

Chef blew the whistle again.

"Time to unleash my wicked skills," Harold said.

"Yeah?" Leshawna rose one eyebrow. "Then bring it string bean! Let's see what you got!"

Harold did a ninja pose, the ball balancing between his knee and his stomach. He then dropped it into his hand with one foot in the air. Then he leaped forward and slammed the ball into the ground.

It ricocheted upward before bouncing gently onto the other teams side.

Y/N rubbed the bridge of her nose, wishing she had just decided to sleep like Duncan did.

Leshawna picked up the ball unimpressed.

Harold ran away, screaming like a girl as Leshawn hit him in the head with the ball, causing the Screaming Gophers to cheer.

He skidded all the way on the floor until his face smashed against the glass, making Chris and Y/N wince.

Chef blew the whistle.

The score was now 5 v 3.

"And that's how we roll!" Leshawna boasted, high fiving Owen.

Wanting to get somebody on the other team out, Y/N reeled the ball back and threw it as hard as she could, not caring who it hit.

To her surprise, (and guilt) the ball hit Lindsay, causing a purple bruise to form on her cheek.

Lindsay sulked off and sat down on the bleachers.

Even though her team cheered for her, Y/N did feel bad, but decided she would apologize after the challenge.

Suddenly, Heather picked up a ball and threw it at Tyler, who wasn't even on the court.

"Mommy," he whimpered, holding his privates which had just been hit hard with the ball.

"What the fuck was that?" Y/N yelled. "He wasn't even on the court!"

"Oopsies! Slipped!" Heather grinned innocently.

"Ugh!" Y/N grunted, taking DJ's ball and hurling it towards Heather as hard as she could. Heather shielded her face with her arms, but Owen rushed forward and caught the ball.

That meant that Y/N was out.

Y/N scoffed and sat down on the bleachers next to Bridgette.

"At least you scored us a point," Bridgette said.

"I won't be happy till Heather gets out," Y/N grumbled.

Chef pointed at Gwen, signaling that it was her turn to get onto the court.

Owen threw a ball at DJ, but missed. DJ threw one towards Owen, but Owen ducked at the last minute, making the ball hit Gwen in the head right as she was walking on the court.

"Oh! Sorry!" DJ winced.

"Oh, it's cool, trust me," Gwen grinned.

It was now between DJ and Katie, and Leshawna and Cody.

The whistle blew. Katie and DJ both threw their balls at Leshawna, who deflected one with her ball, but got hit in the stomach with the other one.

Now it was just Cody that was left for The Screaming Gophers.

Y/N thought that her team was guaranteed the win for this round.

"Easy out, guys. Easy out," Courtney said.

Cody spun his ball and grinned. He threw the spinning ball at DJ, who dodged, but the ball managed to whip around and hit DJ in the butt.

"That is one tough ball to dodge!" Chris exclaimed.

Now it was just Katie left for the Killer Bass. She threw a ball at Cody, but he dodged. He picked up a ball and rubbed it rapidly against his shirt, creating static electricity, and then threw the ball.

Katie tried to run away, the Killer Bass (besides Duncan who was still asleep) could only watch with their mouths agape as the ball chased Katie around, eventually hitting her.

Chef blew his whistle, signaling that the round was over.

Y/N sighed as the other team cheered.

The next round was about to start. The Killer Bass were currently in a team huddle.

"We can do this!" Harold encouraged. "We just have to believe in ourselves!"

"Oh, I believe," Courtney said. "I believe you suck!"

"Yeah, you throw like a girl!" Tyler remarked.

"Oh, like you have any room to talk," Y/N said.

"It was a warm up throw," Tyler defended himself. "Look, I can dominate this game, just give all the balls to me."

Y/N had doubts, but everyone else was going along with it, so she decided to go along with it.

Chef Hatchet blew his whistle

"Fine," Courtney agreed. "Just try to aim for the other side, okay?"

Now it was Katie and Sadie, Tyler, DJ, and Geoff going against Owen, Lindsay, Beth, Trent, and Izzy.

Everyone on the Screaming Gophers was confused to see Tyler holding all the Killer Bass' balls.

Tyler started to spin around again, throwing the balls as he did.

One of the balls hit Chef in the stomach.

One goes towards Chris but he dodges ("Hey! Watch the face dude!")

One flew towards the Screaming Gopher bleachers, forcing the campers who were sitting there to jump away.

And the last one hit Lindsay in the face (again).

"Nooooo!" Tyler ran over to Lindsay.

"Finally!" Courtney said.

Lindsay was knocked out, but she awoke after a moment.

"Uhmm, hmm, Tyler?" she murmured. "Oh my gosh, my face. How's my face?"

She took her hand off her face, making Tyler jump.

"It's really...not that bad," he grinned, lying.

Y/N also jumped when she saw Lindsay's face. Along with bruises on both of her cheeks and her forehead, she also had a fucked up eye.

"You still look great,"

"Really?" Lindsay asked.

"Yeah, really," Tyler grinned.

"Aww, they're so cute," Y/N whispered to Bridgette. "I wish I had someone like that."

"You already do have someone like that," Bridgette mumbled.

"What'd you say?"

"Huh? Nothing,"

Trent walked over to where Lindsay and Tyler were standing. Since Tyler was on their side of the court, he threw the ball gently at Tyler's chest.

"You want to go for a walk?" Tyler asked, not caring that he just got out.

"Okay!" Lindsay eagerly said.

"Hey! Hey get back here!" Heather called out to Lindsay, who wasn't listening. "You are so close to being out of the alliance!"

"Great Gatsby, that is it!" Owen yelled. "Game on!"

He got Katie and Sadie out using one ball, then hit DJ in the shoulder, and then hit hit Geoff square in the face, knocking him to the ground.

"Ow! That one's worth an instant replay!" Chris winced before smiling.

"Ooh! He dropped it like it was hot!" Leshawna grinned.

'What does that even mean?' Y/N deadpanned.

Y/N got off the bleachers and started helping people off the floor.

"Thanks, Y/N," DJ grinned, as Y/N helped him up.

"No problem," she smiled.

Everyone on the Killer Bass began to huddle up (besides Duncan, of course).

"Hey, it's 2-0!" Heather called out to the Bass. "How does it feel to suck so much?"

Y/N opened her mouth to speak but got interrupted by Harold.

"Not very good," he sighed.

"It's not over yet," Courtney huffed, not looking so sure of herself.

"It's so over," Y/N groaned.

Y/N sat on the bleachers, hunched next to Bridgette.

She didn't remember dodgeball being this hard and brutal.

"Okay, this is really bad," Courtney spoke up. "One more game and we lose the whole challenge, again! We can't let that happen people. We need someone strong, someone mean, someone who will crush those stupid gophers into the dirt!"

Everyone's eyes immediately went to the sleeping Duncan.

"Uh-uh, if we wake him up, he'll kill us," DJ said.

"He won't kill us," Y/N scoffed. "It was just an empty threat. Besides he wants to win too."

"Y/N's right," Harold agreed. "We need Duncan's fierceness to win this!"

"That's the spirit, Harold!" Courtney smiled. "Now go wake him up!"

"Why me?" Harold asked.

"Because, other than Trent, you're the worst at dodgeball. And if he does kill you, you're the only one we can afford to lose," Courtney explained.

"No way! I'm doing it!" Harold said. "Why can't Y/N do it?"

"What? Why me?" Y/N asked.

"'Cause you're the only one here he actually likes," Harold crossed his arms.

"Doesn't mean he won't kill me!" Y/N hissed.

"I thought you said it was just an empty threat?" Bridgette smirked.

Y/N opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

"If you don't wake him up, I will," Courtney snapped.

"Oh my gosh, fine!" Y/N gave in. "But if I die, all of you are paying for my funeral."

Y/N very slowly inched herself towards Duncan, who was laying down on the bleachers.

She very lightly tapped on Duncan's shoulder.

"Duncan," she whispered. "Wake up."

When that didn't work, she started tapping him harder.

She started tapping him harder and harder, getting frustrated when she wasn't getting any response.

"Oh my, gosh," she grumbled, bending down to speak in his ear.

"Wake the fuck up, Duncan!"

Before she could even react, Duncan woke up, sat up, and grabbed onto her wrist, pulling her closer to his face.

Unbeknownst to Duncan, he didn't know that it was Y/N waking him up, he thought it was one of his other teammates like Harold or DJ.

So imagine his surprise when he opened his eyes, and saw Y/N, her E/C eyes wide, and a light blush on her face.

The snarl that was on Duncan's face instantly disappeared, instead being replaced by a surprised look on his face, blush also appearing on his cheeks.

Had Y/N eyes always been that bright?

Had her H/C hair always looked that soft?

Had she always been that pretty?

Suddenly, the moment was interrupted by someone clearing their throat. Y/N looked over and saw that the the whole entire team was staring at her. Some were giggling, some of them had smirks, Like Bridgette, and one person was scowling.

You could probably guess who that was.

"Yeah, uh," Duncan stuttered, letting go of Y/N's wrist. "Sorry about that,"

"No worries," Y/N muttered, her face red.

"But you better have a really good reason for yelling in my ear," Duncan said.

Courtney very rudely shoved Y/N out of the way.

~Confessionals~

"Courtney is literally so fucking rude," Y/N frowned. "Seriously, I don't know what her problem is."

"Look, we are down two nothing," Courtney said, ignoring the fact that she just shoved Y/N. "I can appreciate that you need a little nap time, but we need your help."

"Oh, and why should I help you, darling?" Duncan smirked.

"Because, I can personally guarantee that if we lose this game, you'll be the one going home, darling," Courtney glared.

Duncan sighed. "Fine, I'll play. On one condition, you do what I say, when I say it,"

Courtney and Y/N both nodded.

"Okay, here's a strategy I picked up during my first visit to juvie," Duncan explained.

"It's called Rush the New Guy."

The Killer Bass easily won the next round using Duncan's technique. Y/N cheered the whole time from the bleachers, deciding she wasn't going to play that round, but she would play the next round.

The Killer Bass was now in a huddle.

"I think we should do the same thing all over again," Courtney said. "So Harold, sit this one out too."

"But I sat the last one out," Harold complained.

"It's for the good of the team," Courtney reasoned.

Y/N sat back down on the bleachers, waiting for the next round to start.

"Hey uh," Duncan said, sitting down next to her. "Sorry about what I did earlier."

"I already told you it's fine," Y/N said. "Sorry that I woke you up, the team made me do it."

"It's whatever," Duncan shrugged.

"You did good out there," Y/N smiled. "For someone who spends most of their teen years in juvie."

"I'm just naturally good at everything," Duncan smirked.

"Whatever you need to tell yourself," Y/N laughed, heading onto the court for the next round.

~Confessionals~

"She is so into me," Duncan smirked into the camera.

~Confessionals~

"Pshh, in his dreams," Y/N giggled, a tiny hint of blush on her cheeks.

The next round was between Y/N, Duncan, Bridgette, DJ,and Geoff, and Izzy, Trent, Leshawna, Justin, and Beth.

The Killer Bass dominated that round, getting everybody on the opposite team out in only five minutes.

Y/N high fived Bridgette and Geoff as they cheered for another win.

"Okay, this is it," Chris announced. "The final tie breaking game!"

The Killer Bass huddled up, discussing what they were going to do for the final round.

"Okay, who's going in?" Duncan asked.

"I think it's my turn," Harold said.

"No way!" Courtney said. "We actually have a chance to win this!"

Harold sadly nodded and sat down on the bleachers.

The Killer Bass weren't doing as good as they were before. They were getting some of the other team out, but not as well as they were doing before.

Luckily, Y/N had managed to stay on the court the whole time, crying out in happiness when she managed to get Heather out.

She had to bite her lip to keep herself from laughing when she saw Courtney get in the face by Gwen.

"That's for the oatmeal," Gwen grinned.

Leshawna laughed. "Oh, you messed with the wrong white girl!"

Y/N got distracted though, and got hit in the stomach by Owen, knocking her back into the glass.

"What is with people hitting me in the stomach!" Y/N gasped.

It was now between Harold and Owen.

The Screaming Gophers started to cheer, already knowing that Owen would kick Harold's ass.

Y/N felt the same way, but she wasn't going to tell anyone that.

"Sorry dude, but you've got to go down," Owen smirked.

"Goodnight, Harold," Duncan mumbled.

Owen started throwing throwing all the balls he had at Harold, but to everyone's surprise, Harold was dodging the balls very gracefully and very elegantly.

In Y/N's eyes, Harold looked absolutely fabulous.

"Time out, time out!" Courtney said to Chef, who then blew his whistle.

"Man, that boy's got dodge!" Duncan said while Harold sat down on the bleachers. "Where'd you learn to do that?"

"Figure skating," Harold answered, spitting some water that Bridgette gave him into Tyler's face.

"Harold, that was awesome!" Geoff said. "But dodging isn't enough."

"Geoff is right," Y/N said. "To win this, you either have to throw them out-"

"Which we all know you can't do," Duncan interrupted.

"Or catch the ball," Y/N finished. "Think you can do it?"

"Defintley!" Harold grinned.

"Awesome!" DJ exclaimed, slapping Harold's back. "Now go catch that ball!"

Harold walked onto the court, having a stare down with Owen.

Both of the teams started cheering.

"Harold! Harold! Harold! Harold!" the Killer Bass chanted.

"Cowabunga!" Owen shouted. He winded up his arm and threw the ball.

Holding her breath, Y/N clutched onto Duncan's arm as she watched the ball make contact with Harold, sending him flying into the glass.

"Come on, Harold," Y/N and Duncan muttered.

The biggest grin appeared on Y/N's face when she saw Harold hold the ball up, both of his hands clasping it.

Chef Hatchet blew his whistle, signaling that the game was over.

"The Killer Bass win!" Chris cheered.

The Killer Bass started cheering as loud as they could.

Y/N started jumping up and down, cheering the loudest.

Duncan was also cheering very loudly, whooping and hollering.

The two of them got so caught up in the excitement that they turned to hug each other.

Just as they were about to wrap their arms around each other, they both stopped, realizing how awkward it was since their faces were so close to each other not that long ago.

Instead of hugging each other, they gave each other an awkward fist bump instead, sheepish smiles and light blush on both of their faces.

Y/N looked over and saw Bridgette wiggling her eyebrows at Y/N, making her roll her eyes.

DJ and Duncan picked up Harold and put him on their shoulders, the Killer Bass crowding around them as they walked out of the gym.

"Nice job, skater nerd," Duncan grinned.

"You are literally my new favorite person," Y/N smiled.

~Confessionals~

"I guess I'm kind of a role model now that I won the dodgeball competition," Harold said, eating potato chips. "People will probably all want my autograph when the show is over and stuff."

Y/N relaxed on the stairs of the cabin porch, glad that she didn't have to worry about getting voted out that night.

As she counted the stars in the night sky, she started to think about that moment that she had with Duncan during the challenge.

She knew that Duncan didn't mean to grab her wrist like that, that's why he apologized.

But she couldn't help but think about how he started to blush as soon that he realized that it was Y/N. And the fact that it looked like he was taking in every detail of her face.

No, it wasn't that.

Surely it wasn't.

He was only blushing because that moment must have looked super embarrassing to the rest of the team.

Yeah, that's totally the reason.

"Whatcha thinking about?" said a voice that made Y/N jump. "I bet it's about me."

Of course the voice came from Duncan. And yes, Y/N was currently thinking about him.

But Duncan didn't need to know that.

"Don't scare me like that, asshole!" Y/N snapped, smacking Duncan's arm as he sat down next to her.

"My bad, didn't know that you were such a baby," Duncan laughed.

"I hope you drown in the lake," Y/N joked.

"Oh, you say the sweetest things, Y/N," Duncan purred. "You kicked ass today."

"You only saw me play two games," Y/N giggled.

"You still kicked ass none the less,"

"Oh, that means the world coming from you,"

"Don't get used to it, you're annoying as fuck most of the time,"

Y/N scoffed. "Like you have any room to talk,"

"Hey, people love me," Duncan defended. "Especially the ladies."

He then winked very cheesily.

"Oh yeah, I bet," Y/N rolled her eyes. "And by ladies, did you mean your grandma?"

Duncan choked on his spit, making Y/N roar with laughter.

"Okay, I'm heading off to bed," Y/N said, wiping a tear from her eye. "Thanks for the good laugh, I needed that."

"Anything to help a pretty girl like you, sweetheart," Duncan smirked.

"Uh huh," Y/N said, getting up and heading into the cabin. "Goodnight Duncan, I'll see you in the morning."

Y/N walked into the cabin, she could hear Duncan mutter behind her, but she was too tired to try and figure out what he said.

"Goodnight gorgeous,"

duncan is officially down bad for you

you guys are so lucky

stay safe and drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

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Chapter Three: Under the Sea

TDI! Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader

"Okay first thing's first, we need group photos for the promos." Chris herded the group to the end of the dock. You and Duncan stood near each other, Ezekial stood behind you, breathing down your neck. On the other side of you was Bridgette, and next to Duncan was Courtney.

Chris held up a camera but something was off. The camera's lens weren't glinting in the harsh sun. But before you could voice you suspicions, you felt someone grab your ass. "Hey, uh, beautiful." Ezekial whispered in your ear and you felt your mind cloud, and your hands reach for your gun stowed in the wasteline of your pocket.

"Hands off." Duncan said before you could do anything. His hand subconciously grabbed onto yours stopping your movements.

"Uh, sorry man." Ezekial turned his eyes down, and then suddenly....

The dock gave out.

Water had always been your friend. It made every nerve on your body feel at ease. Duncan on the other hand? Not so much. With his father's history of... tough love, he didn't like water. Punishments at his house always consisted of water.

Drowning, water boarding, stealing his senses.

You searched through the sea of thrashing people and grabbed his hand pulling him up towards the air above. You proppeled both of you onto land, just like everybody else. But Duncan was frozen, his knees were at his chest, his hair still stood up (too much damn hair gel, I swear), and his eyes were wide.

"Hey, tiger. With me?" You grabbed his hand slowly and held it to your pulse on your neck. It was quiet for a minute, until his fingers twitched over your neck.

"I want to go home." He whispered. "Juvie was never home, baby. You know that. They beat us, and ruined us. If we go back I don't want to live like a caged animal anymore." You whispered. "But it was just us." Duncan sighed before he stood up dusting his pants and helping you get the sand out of your hair.

You forgot you were on a TV show.

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Quickly you reconvened at the campfire with the whole group. "This is camp Wawanaka. Your home for the next eight weeks." Duncan was standing behind you, his hands twirling your hair between his fingers, weaving it into a braid rather quickly as Chris spoke.

"The campers around you will be your competition, your cabin mates, maybe even your friends, you dig?"

You were barely listening. You knew your assignment.

But Duncan was listening for the both of you, he always will, and always would. He noticed the ginger nerdy kid beside him was inching closer and closer to you by the second. So with a quick move, he held a knife to the boys thigh, making sure he not the message before putting it away.

"The camper who manages to stay on Total Drama Island the longest without getting voted off will win 100,000 dollars." Chris continued seemingly unaware as to what was happening. You rolled your eyes laughing. Duncan spent more then that in four days.

Duncan raised a hand. "What will the sleeping arangments be? I'd like to request a bunk under her." He pointed at Heather and you gagged rolling your eyes. "Don't settle for a pretentious ass." You muttered to him. "Jealous, sweetheart?" He smiled looking at you. "Never." You stuck your tongue out.

"Please tell me they aren't Co-Ed." Heather begged. "Girls get one side of each cabin, boys get the other." Chris quickly explained and you paled. Stuck, alone, with a bunch of girls.

What if it was like juvie.

What if they tried to jump you at night like those girls.

You felt your vision going black, but Duncan pinched you quickly bringing you back to life. "Excuse me, Kevin? Can I get a cabin with a lakeview since I'm the prettiest." The sweet spaced-out blondie asked the host who laughed before saying "I mean, you are. But that's not really how it works here.. and it's Chris."

The two twin best friends started begging to sleep near each other.

Duncan for some reason bet you he could give a deer a noogie, shortly after you had to give him five dollars.

Chris gave the people the first assignment. There was the screaming gophers, and the killer bass. You and Duncan were on the killer bass. The red flag was thown towards Harold and you looked at the symbol.

"Huh... interesting?"

"Alright campers, you and your teams will be on cameras at all times, in all areas, during this competition."

He showed you to an outhouse where he said that "You'll be able to share your inner most thoughts in here. On tape with video diaries anytime you want." Gwen got in almost right after he said that.

Then everyone else.

Duncan stared at the camera with a look the viewers described as "terrified." he rubbed his face tiredly and said "I just want to get her and I out safely. If you guys can help us with that, I'd be terrific."

Then you went in.

"I want him to stay. Until the end, he should get that money." Was all you said before exiting.

Chris then showed you the cabins where you quickly dropped off your stuff near Courtney's bunk before exiting to go see where Duncan was sleeping. He was below Harold and you almost would bet money that he was a bed-wetter. "Why is a girl in here?" Geoff asked the green-haired boy and Duncan just pointed back at you. "I can answer for myself, thank you very much. Duncan and I are friends, so I wanted to see where he was at. Does that make you feel better?" You smiled with fake sympathy dripping from your words.

Suddenly you heard a shrill scream and everyone went to the sound only to see Lindsay on a stool hiding from a cockroach. "Man, that white girl can scream." Leshawna sighed before everyone tried to step on the cockroach. Suddenly Duncan dissapeared, reappearing with an axe.

"DUNCAN, NO!"

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