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Hiiiiii

Anon who requested "Thicc wife" here. Tbh I was nervous making that request, I was scared you would count it as NSFW😭. But i'm glad that you enjoyed writing it, and I want to make another requeste for Noah this time🥰

Ok so on his total drama online biography it is mentioned that hes the youngest od 9 siblings (a vary popular headcanon is that he only has sisters but you can do whatever you want). And Idk but I can just Imagine the moment they all found out that Noah has a crush on s/o they all just tease him endlesly about it, maybe some od them not stoping even when his unknowing crush comes over(cuz he propably did the same when any of them had a crush, let's be honest with ourselfs, his an asshole). And Idk maybe kinda trying to help him comfess but its not nesesery if you don't want to mention it, just teasing is fine.

Again you don't have to do it if you don't want to. Its at least 9 characters after all

Love you'r work❤️.

Hiii!~ So nice to hear from you again! I’m so glad you enjoyed the Chris x thicc wife reader post, thank you so much💖! Sorry I couldn’t get back to you sooner, for the past few months, I haven’t been very active on Tumblr.

Unfortunately, I am not going to be able to do your new request since the premise of this scenario is not necessarily centred around the reader, but more character x character. While I have no problems at all with generally portraying my own interpretation of how certain unseen but canon characters may behave (i.e. Chris’ mother in a previous one shot), I have no leads whatsoever when it comes to Noah’s siblings, especially with nine to think distinct personalities for.

I’m thankful you understand nevertheless and please please PLEASE do not let this hinder with your wishes to send another request in the future, whether it be similar or separate.❤️❤️

#request #thank you so much #take care of yourself #thank you again! #tdi

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Do you have any more headcanons of Chris being a dad? This time raising his teenager who wants to get in the show despite reader's detest?

My motivation is back. 🙌 Apologises for putting these off for so long and thank you all so much for being so patient. I hope you’ve all had a wonderful start in the Spring Season and may you enjoy the read!💗

CHRIS MCLEAN AS A DAD HEADCANONS PART 2

Once a month, he and the child have this all nighter of ordering fast food and playing video games.

Chris is the type of dad to play games like Mortal Kombat, Call of Duty and GTA 5 with his teenager.

Obviously you don’t approve of it, but it’s better than her trying to persuade you into letting her on his show.

Like last time.

“Chris’ show?” you consciously blinked,“Why would you want to go on that show, sweetheart?”

“I have what it takes!” she gleefully replies, putting a proud hand on her chest,“And besides, if you’re comfortable with all the other kids my age going on, you should be fine with me, mom!”

You sighed. There would be so many complications that could wreck Total Drama if the host’s damn daughterjoined as a contestant,“But my dear... The whole point of the show is to win money! And mommy and daddy already-“

“I don’t care about the money!” she snapped in interruption, yet her tone remained in her own way benevolent,“Iwant to start drama. I’ve had plenty of experience in doing that!”

To your horror, Chris gave a grand laugh at that,“That’s my girl!” 

“Support me here! I’m not letting you feed into her delusion that she’ll actually be going on your show! This is horrible influence!“ you scolded Chris unimpressed with how okay he was with this idea, turning back to the daughter in question, with a dejected frown,“Darling, it’s a bad idea! Maybe another show daddy’s hosting, but notthis one. I don’t approve.” 

“Daaaaaad.” she whined, her begging eyes rolled onto him.

“I know, I know.” Your husband exhales a disappointing breath. And it’s not exactly like he can bring her on secret since it’s a reality show,“Just goes to show how mother doesn’t always know best.”

“You said something, Chris?” You said, removing the flip flop off your foot and gripping it in your hand.

He nervously smiles seeing you armed,“Naaaah. I-I said nothing.”

You humphed. Why can’t they both see that you were thinking of them long term?

Regardless, he goes all out on spoiling her, no thing is ever too expensive for his little girl.

Why wait for sixteen to throw her an expensive birthday party?

Albeit, it seems she’s taken after your morals as she also puts a lot of her allowance (Keep in mind, she gets the literal prize money amount every month) towards charities and many shelters.

Thank God for that.

If she ever brought a boyfriend home, Chris would plaster hospitality and bump a fist.

Though, he’ll do a lot of interrogating and enjoy the hell out of torturing the guy if he turns out to be even the slightest bit scumbag.

Rather than letting his fame decide, Chris actually asked her which type of school she wanted to go to.

“Public!” she chose quickly.

Chris raised an eyebrow. He had bet a yacht and two helicopters she’d pick private,“Why’s that?”

“Because I read in a book once that this girl went to a boarding school and her dad, who was paying the fees, died so she got abused by the people at the school, and I don’t want you to die.”

Chris’ eyebrows then came to the same level as he chuckled,“I’m a host, not a military captain for World War One, tiger,” but sure, whatever she wanted.

She never had any crying at the dinner table over maths homework nights with him.

For he was way too busy to not hire a tutor for her.

“Hi darling!” you kiss her cheek,“How was school today?”

“School was good-“ she’d catch sight of Chris entering the kitchen and before you knew it, she was sprinting to him.

“Dad, dad, dad, dad, dad, I have new gossip to tell you!” she could hardly contain the excitement seeping on her face and tone.

He’d smirk and take a seat at his island counter, cup of coffee in hand,“I’m all ears!”

#total drama #request #chris mclean #tdi x reader #td chris #tdi #chris mclean x reader #td chris mclean x reader #total drama chris mclean #total drama island chris #total drama chris #dad chris mclean #chris mclean x you #hi!! <3

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Ahh I’m sorry all my lovelies, writer’s block gone longer than I was hoping for. I might not be able to open my requests again until about Summer.

#writers on tumblr #writer’s block #writing #writer stuff

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Sorry for the inactivity lately! This year has me focusing on a lot of personal priorities, and I’ve been needing to take a break from writing. Nothing serious! I can’t say when I’ll be able to release a new piece of work, but it should hopefully be sometime this month. Thank you to everyone who’s been patient, especially those whose requests I have yet to work on. :’)

In general, I hope 2024 has been a magnificent start for all of you and that you’re inspired to be the reason why someone’s day is made❤️

#writer things #writers on tumblr #have a great day #thank you for being patient #take care of yourself

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can i request for a readerx chris mclean. who is the epitomie of a sweetheart and a beyond angelic wife, also a total thicc trophy wife? Like she is so caring towards anyone and anything that even the coldest of hearts melts in her presence. When she's there, everyone's day is 100% made and she's the highlight of the day without even trying.

Chris is whipped for her and will always embrace her when he can. He always wants to finish early to spend more time w his beloved wife.

And she even gets to cook delicious and nutritious food for the contestants for a week straight because she feels bad for them, and chef is beyond delighted to have her be a helping hand in the kitchen with him. She even sneaks some before bed fruit snacks in case they are still a lil hungry.

So essentially, thicc! wife reader part 2. Got you!💛 First post of the new year! I hope everyone’s been having a fantastic start and may lots of love, good health and happiness find you all! Surround yourself with good people, use the time you have wisely and take good care of yourself!❤️

CHRIS MCLEAN’S “THICC”! WIFE! READER HEADCANONS PART 2

Even the coldest of hearts melt in your presence.

Like one morning, Heather was the first one up and in the mess hall, possibly to strategise.

“Good morning, Heather!” you beamed at the “Queen Bee” girl,“Very nice day today, isn’t it?” 

“It was.” She replied, delight caught up in her throat as though you were ugliness itself.

“Ah, you mean I ruined your morning? Sorry sorry...” you kept your smile,“I’ll excuse myself.” You were busy anyway.

You were making your way out when she grabbed your arm,“I didn’t mean that... Sorry.”

As one of the few people she didn’t mind, you had to say,“You’re forgiven!”

Although the day’s grazing challenge was over, Chris wasn’t moving on; he was standing there, with a chunk of his consciousness drained out his face until an unconscious part of him must have realised the dozens of eyes on him.

“What? Is there something on my face?” he inquired to the teenagers, giving himself a reason to be self conscious.

They looked among themselves puzzled,“Um... Isn’t this the part where you tell us to vote for someone to go home?” no one would ever have thought the day would come where a contestant is reminding the host of his job.

That’s what was so concerning? Because he didn’t tell them something they already knew?,“Yeah yeah, yawn. Go then!” what a wasteful reason to pause on his marriage daydream.

Timeskip to that episode’s elimination ceremony. The teens were left more confused on their seats of wood, with the goth girl being the one to voice why.

“Um... Where’s Chris?”

Appalled, Chef clicked his tongue in reply,“You blind, girl? Chris is right-“ the co-host rotates around, not expecting Chris to suddenly own an empty flour bag of a head sitting on a neck of straw and arms skinned down to indefinitely stretched out sticks.

That thing couldn’t be Chris. It was too elegant,“...Oh.”

The real Chris was running to the mess hall where you always were every evening, sweeping the floor.

“Chris! You’re already here?”

“Why wouldn’t I be!” he asked, ushering your voluptuous figure against his,“Ah... I can never get tired of you.”

“Aw me neither, but...don’t you have an elimination ceremony to host?” It was usually his favourite part of the episode, unless you misheard and it was a reward challenge...?

“Nahh. Chef will handle that, I wanted to see you more.” ...never mind then! He lets go of you and then noticed the worn out broomstick in your hand,“You know you don’t need to do that.”

“Ohh but it’s okay!” you grinned, kissing him on his smooth cheek,“Anything for my husband!”

Choosing to stay up later against your husband’s pleas, it was just you and Chef in the kitchen, organising, cleaning.

You peered down at the large pot of sticky looking gruel that Chef must have prepared in advance for the kids. Your nostrils burn. You’ve tolerated them eating like that for weeks, but it’s Sunday, the end of another week. Maybe you could do something different.

Chef approaches the side of the kitchen that you’re at, so you turn to him having just seen the meal,"Oh Chef, do you really want to serve all this inedible slop? They’ve been eating that for weeks... Who knows how bad their health will be by the time they’re our age? How about for one week, we make them some nice delicious nutritious food?" Just one week!,“They deserve a chance to be healthy!”

To your surprise, that suggestion went under his approval very quickly via his nodding and dropping a clashing tower of dirty dishes in the sink,“I gotta admit, I was thinkin’ about doing that for a while now. But Chris would cut my pay down even more!”

Ah! You shake your head in disbelief,“He’s still underpaying you? I’ll have a word with him about that in the morning!”

But he too shook his head, taking a look in the fridge for some ingredients,“I’m used to it, but I appreciate it. No one else ever cares for the damn things I do for this show.” 

“And that’s not okay!” you exclaim passionately, coming up next to him, speculating the contents of the fridge,“You can’t just let all this hard work go unseen! Did Chris ever give you that vacation?”

“Uh uh!” in remembered anger, he slams the fridge door close,“Guy went without me! Been searching for him for weeks just to hear that!”

You gasp. No way Chris coincidentally forgot that detail when he went on that “solo” trip... How devastating!,“That’s just cruel, even for him! You know what, you have worked really hard. You deserve a good paid month off!”

His anger condensed,“Oh no, I can’t... What would Chris do?”

“I’ll talk to him.” you pull onto his arm, getting him to look at you,“You will get all the checks you missed and the vacation you deserve. I promise.”

“I...” his face softens into a smile. Not the taunt you in your nightmares smile, the real show of gratitude,“Thank you, (Y/N).” 

“It’s nothing!” you’ll make sure it’ll happen, grabbing a ladle,“For now, shall we begin making these fantastic wonderful meals for our fantastic wonderful contestants?”

He nods, smirking as he grabs a knife,“You bet I am.”

The next few days were Heaven for the contestants. You haven’t seen them this happy since their individual teams win! Heck, they were asking for seconds, and they never ask for seconds!

Your husband observes them filling their stomachs up as quickly as they were filling their plates.

“You mad at me?” you asked him, smiling.

“Nah.” He responds, tracing his lips on your neck,“I could never be mad at you.”

He was mad at Chef though.

Kidding!

“After this, you cannot make anything else for them, okay?” he instructed after pulling away from the kiss, still having a very short distance between your faces.

“Okaaaay.” your answer was melodic in amusement.

“(Y/N).” his wasn’t, causing you to look into his eyes for a repeat of command. However, all you got was another kiss to your lips.

Oh, love!

Though, on a serious note, you had your stash of fruit snacks for them, hidden in Chef’s cabinet that was still declining in quantity.

“Have this in case you’re still hungry.” you whispered, handing a colourful packet to the party boy one time.

“Are you sure? Did Chris say it’s cool?” he asked cautiously.

You shut an eyelid,“He doesn’t have to know.” Technically, you weren’t making them food.

Well, if his wife says so... “Thanks, (Y/N)!” Geoff gladly receives it, later privately remarking and sharing with DJ,“(Y/N)’s a real gem, you know? We can’t be taking her for granted. She could have been as bad as Chris man!”

DJ would add on, stirring in his bunk,“She’s not a gem. That’s an Angel.”

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Hii I was wondering if I could request a fluff about Chris x fem!reader that has Spasticity (abnormal increase in muscle tone or stiffness of muscle, which might interfere with movement) i haven’t seen anyone write anything with this disability before because it’s not as brought up. If not that’s totally fine🫶

Ohh but it wouldn’t be! It’s important to address disabilities and keep people educated! This was a delightful request and I’m thankful you submitted it, apologies it took long! I hope everyone’s been having a great day and enjoying the last few days of 2023 :))

CHRIS MCLEAN X FEMALE! READER WITH SPASTICITY FLUFF

Even though your stiff muscles had limited a lot of what you could do, you were still bubbly and motivated by life.

And Chris adored that.

He wasn’t embarrassed to be seen with you as you thought he would be.

Anywhere like now, he would push your wheelchair for you.

You were going shopping together.

He’s witnessed only a handful of those who stared, made offensive comments or tried to touch you.

Like some strange specimen that could be stared at.

So, he became your number one security guard.

You felt guilty that he had to go through the trouble of having to stand up for you until you see his face as he does it. 

Looks like misinformed people bothered him as much as they did you.

Throughout your shopping trip, he gave you massages to soothe the tightness in your muscles and even allowing you temporary movement.

Your spasticity made it difficult for you to speak, which was no problem for Chris.

“Which one do you like more? This one or this one?” he asked you in the lipstick aisle.

You want the one that’s still on the shelf.

He catches where your eye went, still smiling, pointing right at it,“You want this one?”

You gave the slightest rock of head. He replaces the two samples he had with the one you wanted,“Consider it yours!”

After completing the shopping list, Chris had something to disclose to you,“Listen, I’m not always gonna be there to help you. I’ll have to be away for shooting, hosting. Job stuff.” you heard him explain,“Sooooo when I can’t be there, I’ll have someone come over.”

You whined.

“Ohh come on. I’m everyone’s favourite guy. I can’t be there all the time. I made sure your support worker is good.” he can say that, but how can he be so sure?

There were horror stories of workers putting those who were meant to be in their care through terrible treatment. No amount of high training could convince you that this stranger would be as nice as Chris was. And he wasn’t even getting paid!

To your other whine, he sighed. Sighing... He had other things to do... Not just him... But everyone else in your life. You could never live on your own... You would always need someone... How could you live like that?

“Well! We’ll go over it later.” your beloved declares, sounding not so tired which removes you from your self deprecation,“It’s not like you’ll meet her on the day I’ll be absent. You’ll get to know each other before so you can build up on trusting her.” it’ll be a her? Yeah...if Chris persisted then you’d at least feel safer with a fellow woman,“For now, we should get going. You have that appointment with your physical therapist today.”

Your life is just as important as someone who’s able-bodied. Proven by your heartbeat and him.

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CHRISTMAS WITH TOTAL DRAMA CHARACTERS(CHRIS, DUNCAN, HEATHER) SCENARIOS

Merry Christmas everyone! So sorry I couldn’t post something Christmas themed sooner, I hope everyone’s been having a wonderful day with family and friends whether you celebrate or not!🎄❤️

CHRIS

Despite the Christmas events he hosted for many networks, Chris didn’t feel he was really celebrating it until he went over to Newfoundland.

Before dinner, you joined him on this tradition that his homeland calls “Mummering” where it was basically Guess Who and Trick or Treat combined.

Needless to say, every neighbour you visited guessed who he was correctly.

He was reluctant to complete the family secret Santa. Originally, you sucked your teeth, thinking he was just being arrogant. However, from that event, you got an insight on the nature of a lot of his relatives- opportunistic.

“Could you lend me a few thousand dollars? What’s a guy like you to lose?", "Could you be the best nephew in the world and pay for the wedding of my best friend’s daughter?", "Could you help me pay off my mortgage?"

No wonder why your husband was barely enjoying himself at the dinner table! These people didn’t see him as a human; they saw him as a big shot wallet.

“Tell me, Chris... Is this how every Christmas goes for you?” you asked when it was just you and him, sitting next to him on the guest bed.

He was as sombre as ever. Sombre!,“Yeah. Told you the rest of the family weren’t important. I only bother to put up with them for my mom. I wish they all drop dead soon though.”

Not on Christmas Day... You couldn’t end the evening like this,“Okay... Is there anything you want to do together to cheer you up before we go to bed?”

“Hm...” the exhaustion shifts in his eyes as he smugly commands,“Tell me how good I look.”

You sigh in annoyance. That, you could do any day,“Really, Chris?”

“Fiiiiiine.” his moping tone of voice settled back,“I suppose raiding the leftover desserts wouldn’t hurt.”

“That...” is an oddly simple request coming from him,“Yet you’re implying you never did it?”

His attention is caught by the room’s door,“I didn’t have anyone I wanted to do it with.”

And unlike the fall of snow, his festive misery had vanished all at once.

“ᴬˡˡ ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗᵐᵃˢ ⁱˢ ʸᵒᵘ!”

DUNCAN

Duncan’s dad was very pushy about Church this time around.

And he always found in his best interest to not go anyway.

This time though, you were there with him. So he decided, he’ll go this year.

He was also forced to join the local youth choir that would sing on the streets to raise money for those in need.

As long as he got to wear a mask...

“Not happening.” his dad sneered.

Okay, it wasn’t actually as bad as he thought it’d go.

Though he didn’t want to give his dad that satisfaction so he played sour about coming home. His main motivation was to steal some plates worth of food, give his mother her Christmas present and stuff the stockings of his cousins with bars of coal.

If anyone asks, you didn’t see anything.

His mom knitted him a Christmas sweater in return so obviously he wore it.

He visited his friends back in juvie with you.

It was quite heartwarming, seeing these teens who had done wrong in the past still have tenderness to friends and family, making you wish them a good future post leaving prison.

Besides, if they were Duncan’s friends, they had to have some morals.

Walking back, it was clear that he had room left for mischief and wanted to fill that space by stalling so you would be in front of him and turn around in confusion to not be met with Duncan, but his snowball.

“Hahaha! Nice makeup!”

You brush the snow off your face and feel your own devil inspire.

Let’s give him a taste of his own medicine.

You bent down and rolled up a snowball. Let the fight begin!

“ ᴼ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ, ᵃˡˡ ʸᵉ ᶠᵃⁱᵗʰᶠᵘˡ, ʲᵒʸᶠᵘˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʳⁱᵘᵐᵖʰᵃⁿᵗ!”

HEATHER

She scrunches her nose at the arrival of Christmas, that season that’s “nothing but noise and shallow junk.”

"I got you a present." you held it out for her.

“Buying my favour when it’s not my birthday, huh?” she looked inside the bag with no anticipation until she saw designer clothes neatly folded. She raised a smile and an eyebrow as she glanced back at you,“Okay, I guess it’s not that bad.”

Seeing her house made you wonder why she auditioned to come on the show.

To her displeasure, you were having fun cutting snowflakes, painting ornaments and decorating gingerbread men with her younger brothers and sisters.

Even more so when you helped her parents prepare the meal.

“We could never dream of Heather helping us out in the kitchen!” her mother claimed, wearing gloves over her manicured hands and a long apron over her expensive attire,“This is a nice change!”

“For sure! (Y/N) should come every year! Maybe our Heather Feather could learn a thing or two from you!” her father would then add on, with a hopeful smile.

With that, she dragged you out of the kitchen by the ear lobe.

“Let’s get out of here. I want something to drink.” she demanded, all ready in her outside winter gear.

Why come home if you’re not going to enjoy yourself?

You’re about to pay for the cozy drinks, but Heather interrupts you.

“I’ll do it.”

After an opening sip and staring at all this pure white showering from the sky, you smirk at Total Drama’s first villain,“So she does have a giving heart!”

Her answer was as cold, but her face was soft,“Don’t make me spill this on you.” the steam from her cup should be the only thing your eyes made contact with,“I just felt nice today. Don’t get used to it.”

“I won’t, I won’t.”

Something about that clarification made her tighten her grip on her cup for a small moment.

Seems like she wanted to give home a chance to fix her a reason for being...this. Generous.

A reason to like Christmas.

However, being with you, peacefully drinking with her, not disgusted or intimidated, was a reason on its own.

“ᵀʰⁱˢ ʸᵉᵃʳ, ᵗᵒ ˢᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗᵉᵃʳˢ, ᴵ’ˡˡ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵗᵒ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᵃˡ,”

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CELEBRATING YOUR BIRTHDAY WITH CHRIS MCLEAN HEADCANONS

IT’S MY BIRTHDAY TODAY!!🥳🥳 And since Chris is No.1 in my heart, I wanted to make some birthday headcanons with him ;)

You weren’t as materialistic as Chris when it came to birthdays.

Unlike he who threw these sublime parties for himself, he asked what you wanted. Did you want to celebrate with just him? Did you want to go out with some of your friends? A restaurant? A house party? A holiday?

Whatever you choose, he’ll pay for everything.

Whatever you chose, it would still mean you would meet the day, with a kiss to your lips from Chris.

“Happy birthday, (Y/N)!” he whispered with a smile. Initially, you were flattered, but then realised the room was way too dark for it to be daytime.

“...”

He had Chef cook you a scrumptious birthday breakfast.

He didn’t do it, for he was making you a handmade birthday card.

Although it was your birthday, he somehow found ways to make it about him.

The furthest he went was using his brand set of plates and cups for the feasting, having his face on them.

The cake he ordered for you even had his and your face on it.

Creepy.

But it was a stratified combo of your favourite flavours, so you loved it.

“You spoil me way too much, Chris!” you exclaim, looking over the hundreds of gifts that only came from him,“I’m scared... I don’t know how I could possibly pay you back!”

“Uh, you don’t.” he answered, a matter of factly,“It’s your special day, dude! You think I’m gonna want you to pay me back for your birthday? I don’t need anything back, I’m getting richer as we speak.”

That may be true, however your conscience couldn’t care,“I feel horrible though, like I know this is not a big deal to you, but it is to me! I don’t want to feel like some sort of gold digger. There must be something else you want me to do in return since I don’t think saying thank you is enough.”

“Okaaay.” the sigh he let out waved a sense of victory over you,“Only because I don’t wanna hear you whine on your birthday after everything I got you. Clear?” 

You nod, gleefully curious to hear the minimum that you could do for your husband.

He points to the top of the cake,“You let me blow out the candle.”

...Really?,“Chris...”

“What?” he cocks his head, then chuckled,“I’m only joking! Make your wish, but don’t tell me.”

You had to warn Chris that you didn’t want your face bashed into the cake. Resist for the birthday girl!

By midnight, he popped every single balloon he spent inflating in the midday for you.

You took the time to read through the card he made you.

Asides from the photos and drawings, there was a line that stuck out to you:

“Here’s to another year of fun and ratings! Je t'aime, my darling!”

What a great birthday.❤️

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Hi 👋 , could you write a fic of chris and wife! reader visiting his homeland of newfoundland and meeting his family. (btw you're like the #1 chris fanfic writer on this app, keep up the amazing work!!)

#1 Chris fanfic writer is a MASSIVE compliment, thank you so much!😳 this is a new request, but my brain was suuuuper fixated on it, so I hope you enjoy!💗

CHRIS MCLEAN AND WIFE! READER VISITING NEWFOUNDLAND ONE SHOT

We're heading down to Newfoundland That rocky eastern shore!

That song’s been stuck in your head since you found out Chris was taking you on a private trip to his homeland.

You kiss his cheek,“You were such a sweetheart for bringing the contestants to your childhood home, Chris!”

He didn’t see what the deal was,“It’s nothing. You get to meet my mom and know Jerd a little more. The rest of the family aren’t important.”

“Hold up, Chris.” your grave sounding words draw him away from the window,“That sentence doesn’t feel right.”

“What do you mean?”

You weren’t gonna comment on Chris devaluing the position of his other family members, since it was his family, it was his business,“Well, we’re married... Doesn’t that mean I should’ve met them during our engagement or at the wedding?”

“Uh...” he chuckled,“There’s a reason why it’s us going to them, (Y/N).”

You put the pieces together,“I won’t ask anymore.”

Without Total Drama, this visit was a lot more ordinary yet unfamiliar. The smell of marine clogs your nostrils and seagulls’ squawks still active at this time of day clanged your ears.

Chris knocks on the barn door of his old home, opened by an auburn haired woman in a matter of seconds. Wrinkles lightens her face, almost like they mainly came from her constant joy rather than age as demonstrated with her loving greeting to Chris, making her title in his life clear.

Your anxiety in making a good first impression was compressed when she called your name more cheerfully, wrapping her arms around you,“Welcome welcome, I was wondering when Chris would finally bring ye home! Look at ya, Chris was right when he told me he married a bonnie lass!”

You looked at him for help. What did she say?

“She means an ugly cow.” by that look on his face, you knew he was teasing.

“Ohh patch aht, Chris! Ye ken what I meant when I said that.” his mother scolded him, turning back to you with a smile,“I meant yer a fine woman, love! Maybe too good for my wee Chris here.”

“Mommm...” now he knew how it felt hearing something dislikable, pouting at her,“You don’t mean that.”

“Aw stop yer whinin’, mac, it’s been a long time since yer introduced me to somebody I liked, hasn’t it?” she nudges him gently with her knuckle, addressing both of you,“Come in, I’ll fetch the Screech!”

Here was what the rest of the contestants didn’t get to see. A warm cabin-like house where most of the walls and stairs were made from logs. A lot of fish decor and though there wasn’t much interior walls, it was easy to tell where the kitchen and living room separated at. It was strange that Chris had not lived here for a long time, yet his scent was still so fresh among the furniture.

“Your mom is so nice, Chris!” you exclaim to your husband, looking around the well kept lounge, with three sofas and a coffee table,“You didn’t tell me she was so cheerful.”

He chuckles, shrugging,“Now you know where I get my smile from.”

And you recognised a duplicate of that smile in a photo frame, a teenage looking boy standing next to a woman who had a big resemblance to his mom. Both of them looked forward to the camera, appearing to be outside on a warm crowded day,“Was this you?”

He looks at it and nods,“That was on the final day of high school. It’s weird looking back on how I used to look without my stubble. I was still a hunk either way!”

You look at another frame, above the fireplace, of another younger Chris, dressed in a grey sweater and his hair medium cut. He looked about seven here,“Aww.. And this was you as a little boy. Your face was so round.”

He admires it,“It sure was. I remember shortly afterwards, I lost my first tooth.”

Then caught your eye, a time where he didn’t have any teeth: his mother, with much more frizzy hair and large hoop earrings, holding a baby close to her chin. They must have been at a beach, the woman’s vest being an appropriate choice for those outdoors.

“Aww, you were such a cute baby...” even with the low quality cameras had back then, you could still make out the the docile face Chris once had. You beamed at how he started off in the world as this beautiful baby boy.

He grins at the petting compliment,“The best thing on the planet was once so small you could pick him up in your arms!”

That’s still possible, but anyway! It was very clear his mom loves him, with a lot of moments of his childhood put up on show in her living room- you were happy that your husband had such a good relationship with one of his parents,“You love your mom a lot, don’t you?”

“How can’t I? She’s an amazing woman who’s done a lot for me. Probably the reason why I have some humanity left in this calamitous heart.”

Said woman returns back with a tray of four bottles of Screech,“Jerd should be here in ‘bout two shakes! Leave that bottle for him.”

“Thank you, mom.” though, he proceeded to walk out,“Bladder’s full.” Ah.

In the meantime, she invited you to have a seat on one of her comfy beige sofas. You decided to use this time to ask her some questions,“So... Ms McLean-“

“Katherine, dear!” your mother in law interrupts you kindly.

Your appreciation rose. She was as pellucid as when she first saw you come with Chris,“Thank you, Katherine. How long have you lived here in Newfoundland for?”

“Been living ‘ere before Chris was born! This is where his dad’s from and he wanted to stay so I figured I ought to come live with him.” Katherine replied, taking a sip of her Screech.

“Wow! And your accent is still very fresh.” you make an obvious comment on her heritage.

“Well lass, when yer getting old, it don matter where you are. Your roots will always wanna come back up to enjoy the review of yer life.” she winked,“I have learnt a bit about how these people in Newfoundland parts talk though! For example, they like to say “‘Ow’s she cuttin, me cocky?” as a way to say “How are you, my friend?” Funny, isn’t it!”

Your face stretches in surprise,“I never would have thought that was how they asked how you’re doing! Though, these kind of idioms are what makes cultures so beautiful and unique, right?”

“For sure!” her amused smile tones down to a very welcoming one as she put a hand on your shoulder,“Aw (Y/N). I really wished I was there to congratulate ye on the wedding day. I woulda loved to seen you in that lovely white dress.” her smile folds away, almost like she was lying to you...until she added,“My Christian on the other hand had to go looking like a pure bampot with all that gel he keeps using. Woman to woman, dae ye dig it?”

Before you could answer, her son returns to the living room, not pleased with the first words his embarrassed ears encountered,“Of course (Y/N) likes my hair! I totally looked way more gorgeous than I normally do on the wedding day, and that’s beyond science! Have you seen the photos?”

“Oh I saw everything.” you knew this was his mother for her to not be fazed at all by his self absorbed utterances,“That don’t mean ye should be using that damned gel every day! Dae ye ken what will happen if ye keep going? Yer gonna lose all this nice hair I used to comb for ye everyday and yer gonna be as bald as a nickel! And I know that’s not what ye want, but I canny tell ye what to dae, it’s yer life and I’ve done me part as yer mom while ye were a wee bairn.”

Chris didn’t like being told what to do, but he made very few exceptions to people’s advices, like from his mother,“Okaaaaay Ma... I’ll lay off the gel every two days. Happy?”

She kisses him apace,“That’s my boy!”

On cue, the short cousin arrives, looking identical to the first time you saw him from third season, in his sun coloured raincoat to his fiery red beard.

“Jerd!” Chris goes over to his ginger relative and clasps hands with him,“How you been?”

“Well, b’y!” he keeps his large genetic smile as he saw you,“Ah, the pretty lady! ‘Ow's she cuttin', me cocky?” he miraculously asked, enthusiastically shaking your hand.

“Best kind b’y, thank you!” never has been a better time to be prepared!,“We saved you a bottle of Screech.”

Jerd notices and he grabs it off the tray immediately,“Cheers! I’m just ‘bout gutfounded for some of this good o’ stuff!”

You weren’t thirty minutes in your stay at Newfoundland, but you already decided. You needed to visit them more often.

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Hello! I was reading your Nibling reader and chris stuff.

Thought maybe I could request one(if that's okay-)

How about one with Nibling on total drama world tour that's terrified/disturbed by Sierra? (like I am now-shes creepy) like, they will go to the other side of the plan just to get away from her. Even if it means avoiding people they like(even Chris at one point) but then it gets to the point that Reader legit begs Chris to kick her off.

Kinda dark, but now whenever I see how Sierra treats Cody, it upsets me-)

Hope you have a wonderful day/night!^^

I hope you’ve been having wonderful days yourself! I’m so sorry I took a long time with this one my dear, I really hope you enjoy it and that it was worth the wait😵❤️!! 

CHRIS MCLEAN’S NIBLING! READER HEADCANONS (PART 8)

Chris didn’t think through Sierra’s position on the show.

“Hm, Gwen... There’s something I wanted to tell you since I first saw you.” you swift your curious words up to the goth girl.

“Oh? What’s that, (Y/N)?” what did you want to say to her that you couldn’t before?

“Your hair... It looks like Coraline’s, doesn’t it?” the cyan black brushes upon her shoulders,“The colour, the length...”

Her facial features shake in surprise,“No way! You know that film?”

Who doesn’t!?,“Of course I do!”

“Who was your favourite character?” she asked electrified.

“The actors, Miss Spink and Miss Forcible!” you declare,“That scene where they were doing acrobatics had to be one of my favourite moments in the film!” you didn’t need to watch said scene physically for your mind to fly in amazement.

Gwen agreed, smiling with you,“I second that! But Other Father’s song has to take the ultimate cake for me.”

“Fair!” now time for the real question,“Do you think Coraline ever escaped?”

Gwen gives a tiny squeal, the happiest you’ve seen her with you,“I have been waiting to talk about this with someone!” She’s excited to discuss it. So were you.

Until Sierra walks in.

“Gwen, is it fine if we talk down there?” like excitement, your voice lowered, with your hand tugging her sleeve.

“How come?”

“Be...Behind.”

Gwen only had taken half a glance to inhale through her teeth and comply. By nature, shifting down to the other end of the economy class guaranteed no invisibility as Sierra sprinted to you,“OMG! It’s cousin and bridesmaid! Everyone on my blog has been dying to get some more nibling and contestant interactions! And I get to witness it in person, face to face...!” her voice sharpened down to a whisper at the last part, before steaming back up,“What are we talking about??”

“Erm...we weren’t talking about anything.” you couldn’t hold strict concentration on her, you might turn into stone,“I remember Chris said he needed to talk to me about something. Maybe next time.” you whisper to Gwen,“Sorry. We can talk about it later.”

Gwen nods as you hurry to the front of the plane, leaving her with Sierra.

“Uh...” she wasn’t a fan of her company either,“I should probably go check up on Leshawna.”

“Leshawna?” Sierra’s shriek did nothing to stop the goth from walking out,“Wasn’t she eliminated?”

Fast forward to another conversation she ruined.

“Uncle, do you remember the first time you flew on a plane?” you asked him in the middle of the first class section.

“Oh ho ho...” he had himself sat down in one of the golden seats. You know it’s gonna be good,“How could I forget? It was chaos! For a start, your nana lost her purse during security check so we spent an hour helping her find it. We thought we were gonna miss our plane, until they announced it would be delayed for three boring hours. When we did get on, we were seven hours in the air before turning back, because the plane we boarded had a faulty air pressure and there was a hurricane.”

...Wow. You could count on his stories for being wild, but a hurricane on top of a faulty pressure? That sounds like too much stress for one childhood,“That sounds so scary!”

He laughed,“Sure was! Your mom was crying for hours. She thought we were gonna like die.”

Of course!,“Eh? Didn’t you?” If you had been there, you would have responded the same!

“I diiid, but death comes for us all eventually. I’ve had near-death experiences growing up, so the whole thing just felt like missing the school bus. What can I do? I’m walking proof that God has favourites!” your uncle was awesome, but he can be quite a stretch. Still, you get what he’s thinking.

“...Do you think we’ll get any hurricanes?” your naive conscience was now screaming with dystopias of the plane crashing.

“Maybe. If we do, it’ll be one heck of an episode!” if you didn’t know better, you would have thought he wanted it to happen.

From the corner of your eye, you see Sierra finishing with forcing affection around Cody’s cheeks. She was now by herself.

Don’t come here...

Chris noticed first that you were stepping away.

“Something wrong, (Y/N)? Is there a hurricane coming?” it was meant to be a joke, but somehow was applicable.

“Chris... Please.” you gestured him to move with you, to which he responded in facial confusion. Why. Why didn’t he see you wanted to get away from her? Why was he still sitting there?

If keeping distance from your uncle meant you could avoid awful Sierra, so be it!

Speak of the striking devil...

“Aww! Aren’t I soooo lucky to witness my very favourite family bond!” she gushes, hurling her camera out from nowhere,“Can I take a photo of this for the fans?”

“Erm sure...” though you weren’t exactly spending time with Chris anymore.

“Smiiiile!” you don’t. She puts her camera down and gives you a saddening look,“Why so down, cousin? Is it because you don’t have any siblings or other cousins to play with? Oh, cousin! Don’t worry, don’t worry! My mom’ll be sure to give you some!”

“Huh?” what did her mother have to do with it?

Chris knew, by immediately remembering the last time Sierra opened her mouth around you,“That’s enough, Sierra.”

“But it’s true, Chris! You know you wanna marry my mom! We’ll all be one happy family! We’ll never cut ties!” delusion drives her voice as she rubbed her thumb on your palm, staring right into your eyes,“Did he ever tell you how babies are made?”

Okay.

That was a question you frequently thought about.

But with Sierra looking at you with that devious grin...

You lost it.

You took your hand back,“Leave me alone! I don’t want to know! I don’t want you to tell me!” you start crying. Why couldn’t she leave anyone alone?!,“I don’t like you! I don’t like you! I don’t like you!”

For someone who wanted kids, she was terrible with them!,“Now you’ve done it, Sierra...” Chris groaned at the girl whose rare panic tore her face, his arm shielding you,“Couldn’t keep that mouth zipped for a minute, huh?”

You’re brought into Chris’ quarters where he silently grasped you in his arms. You felt like a burden to your uncle, but you knew he would tell you that if it were true.

“Chriiis, I don’t like Sierra...” you sniffle, mouth sandpaper dry,“She keeps thinking we’re cousins and she keeps getting close to me! She never listens to me! Can you kick her off? Please, uncle?”

“I know, (Y/N).” he spoke, unmoved,“But I can only influence how the game plays. I can’t directly do anything, especially when Sierra is a huge attraction for ratings. It’s Team Amazon that makes the call to let her go.”

So... All you need to do is convince the rest of her team to vote for her? That should be a piece of cake, the superfan was unpopular with everyone. You wouldn’t be surprised if they already were voting for her.

“I’ll promise you that the next time we have Team Amazon voting and majority of their votes are for Sierra, I won’t decide to make it a reward challenge last minute.”

“Are you sure, uncle?” he was infamous for breaking his word,“Your fingers aren’t crossed, are they?”

He takes his hands up above you. Not a finger crossed,“Promise.”

You felt a little relieved that Sierra’s fate was partially determined,“Mm... What should I do then?”

“Just wait a little longer... She’ll be gone soon.” his words were a succour, but the sound of his voice makes you think

Will it really be soon...?

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Hi! Could I requst a part 2 of the Chris x yandere reader fic? Where they start growing a bit more sane, and maybe gets over Chris? Maybe Chris starts missing the attention as they give it to someone else.

Absolutely! Thank you for being patient, I hope you enjoy it!💖

CHRIS MCLEAN X YANDERE! READER ONE SHOT (PART 2)

A batch of sealed boxes was the last thing Chris expected to see returning to his quarters.

He hadn't ordered anything, what gives?,"(Y/N)? What’s all this mess?” he groaned, composure careless to how rough he may have came off as.

You come down the stairs, thinking Chris would be back later,"Oh Chris... Sorry about that. It'll be gone soon." your voice as careless as his.

Something is very wrong.

“Uh, (Y/N)? You...okay?” he puts his hand on your forehead. Stone cold. He always knew you were ill, not...

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” you sigh, stepping away from his touch,“All it took was for me to move out to ask what’s been on my messed up mind?”

“Move out?!” he screeches, at the cause of the missing light in your eyes,“You mean... You’re...resigning?”

“From you.” you clarify, expression indifferent.

“I... This is a joke, right?" Chris shook his head, demanding an elaboration,"Where is this coming from? You were so happy, I was so happy!”

“You? Happy? Happy...” that old empty word,“Then why do you have an appointment with Dr Reins on Monday?”

He’s not going to question how you knew,“What? Can’t I have a therapist?”

“Of course. I’m proud of you for seeking help, but...knowing it’s because of me terrifying you...repulses me." accountability locks your tone,"I was meant to be an assistant. How could I scare you so much that you went out to find comfort in another?”

He couldn’t deny that, but he never thought this day would come,“Yeah dude, you were creepy, but that doesn't mean you have...to go. Does this mean...you don’t love me anymore?”

That wasn’t love. Even he should know that,“I..realised it’s all pointless tearing myself apart for someone who won’t ever look my way. I didn’t want to believe it, until...” a smile decorates your lips, not for Chris,“I found someone.”

Now, he’s irritated. Forget all the invasive things you did.

Who could be better than him?

Oh Chris wished he got this version of you when you worked for him.

Especially when he still saw you around in the network, but with Don instead.

Don.

That industry disgrace.

So he’s the someone.

How come he had no stalk from you?

He’s gotten into arguments with him about it.

“This is a hostile takeover!” Chris would whine.

Don chuckles,“Nothing hostile here, McLean! You’re always this emotional, huh?”

The first host’s upper lip twitches with disgust,“Only the producers know why they decided to put a clown like you as host, your name is pathetically unheard of! You’ve never done anything to deserve this supreme show. Mysuccesses with making the show as popular as it is, is the only reason why anyone knows of you! And now you’ve taken my assistant away from me?”

Don would raise his eyebrow, adding more insult with his smirk,“I’m sorry, I don’t understand. Wasn’t she just Sierra 2.0 to you?”

“Is it a crime to be honest? You can’t tell me you want a lunatic following your every move and making your personal space non-existent!” ah well he kinda missed it now; to honesty, he adds,“You’re not famous enough for that kind of attraction.”

“Who said I’m not?” these “arguments” only fed Don’s ego and crushed Chris'.

The crazier part was, despite everything, you were civil with Chris.

“Good morning, Chris! How’s work coming along today?” you chirped, Don’s favourite cup of coffee firm in your hand.

As though you weren’t obsessing over him by his ankle a few months ago.

“...Good.” He couldn’t believe it. He’s having a conversation with you,“Um... How...about you?”

“I’ve been well myself, thanks!” those smiles no longer for him.

As though you renounced insanity.

“Good to hear...”

He sees that bleeding outline of him on your back’s healed and your new outline of Don, on paper.

...What did that guy do to you?

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Mind if I request a continuation of your Chris McLean x reader angst? Where Chris ends up reaching out becuase he does genuinely want them back in his life but they decline, not wanting to get hurt by him again?

Apologises I took a while to answer this!! I hope you like it nonetheless, enjoy! <3

CHRIS MCLEAN ANGST (PART 2)

You had forgotten about Chris.

Until a Summer day when you needed to go grocery shopping on one of the streets you used to go with Chris all the time.

Like his prominent being would be there on a busy Saturday now.

Would it be wrong to try relive the memory with someone else?

Yes... Yes it would.

“(Y/N)!”

Huh? Someone here knew your name?

You turn around to see the caller and gasp.

The very man in his dark-turquoise shirt and stubble.

Looking right at you.

“Chris?” What was he doing here?

“Sure is! How you been?” he smacks a hand on your back, then looks around the ageing shops, much more vibrant when you were younger,“We...used to come here a lot, didn’t we?”

“Yeah... We did.” you block out your brain’s motive to flash a teen memory montage.

Clearly Chris hadn’t,“Yeah! Back when I wasn’t as popular and as famous. I wonder if I was always destined to be as cool as I am today. Must be nice living without the paparazzi constantly trying to get shots of you living ordinary, right?” who the hell starts a conversation like that? Oh, you wanted to move on, but he wouldn’t let you,“Hey, where are you going?”

“Sorry...” you turn back around meaninglessly,“This...meeting wasn’t on my mind when I came here. I have errands to do.”

“Aw, seriously? You can’t leave them for a day to spend some time with your childhood bud?” he walked towards you, trying persuasion with his perfect smile.

...Why does he care? Did he intend to find you here?... He couldn’t even get the timing of your friendship right,“We met in middle school.”

His unchanged eyes slide around his sclerae,“Whatever, same difference. But I do miss our glory days! When we didn’t have a care in the world and we did things together all the time!”

This was very illogical,“I don’t understand... I texted you almost everyday and you never replied to me, but you had no problem updating your story.”

“Uh, maybe because I was busy and I updated it to show my contacts not to expect an answer from me anytime soon? Seriously, ya gotta learn to pick up on these things, (Y/N).” If he was gonna say that, he could have at least put the phone he was holding away to make it more believable,“But you know, seeing you here made me reminisce about the good times we had and how with my new luxurious lifestyle, I barely had time to fit you in it! If you really have to go though, I’ll just text it and post, okaaay?”

“You’re...gonna text me?” That liver of hope...with that alone, you forgot everything. To ask why he was even there in the first place, the acceptance of your rusty ties with him. Just that you...had something bright today,“Okay... Sure, I’ll reply to you as soon as possible.”

You got home and spent the next few hours at your desk, getting on with some studying and allowing your brain to soak in the promises of the interaction you had. Could it be that he missed you? Was thinking about you? Would always have chosen you out of the dozens of women he talked to everyday?

This could mean really great things, you know! This had to mean something. Maybe he’s staying in your life for good now!

Your phone pings. They always said that phones were a bad distraction, and looking back on it, you should’ve listened.

“You know I had to scroll to get to your number”

“We really haven’t talked a lot have we!”

You didn’t answer in hast. You didn’t want to show him how this desperation chained you.

“Yeah we haven’t”- we being he. That doesn’t matter. Chris was online and was talking to you. Your best friend from middle school was talking to you. This was a blessing!

You had yourselves a good catch up conversation. Well you say good when most of it was very one sided, your chat overflowing with more messages from him in neglect.

Though, your enthusiasm is zapped back up when he sends this:

“Sooo I looked at my schedule and found the only day I’m free is Monday. You wanna meet at Tim Hortons and just talk about life stuff?”

Tim Hortons... He remembered that as well? And Monday?... You used to always go out on that specific day. Was that intentional?

Was there a reason why he didn’t bother asking you how your life’s been then? Because he wanted to save it for when you two were person to person?

This is it... This was happening! He wanted you back in his life!

But why does your stomach feel so upset?

Maybe because it’s when and where he wanted to go the most.

Oh, right...

Your smile is erased.

Everything falls back for him at the end.

And maybe your organs had caught you, before you got reattached to this man.

They never change. He’s only talking to you because none of his celebrity friends can.

And once they do, he’ll forget about you all over again.

Exactly. It’s about time you stop crying over something that’ll never happen again.

You type, every letter cutting the tip of your finger like a thorn.

“We don’t need to. I think we should just be the way we were before. Don’t get me wrong, it was nice having you talk to me again and being friends with you. Congrats on all the success!”

After that, a whirl of messages from his end bombarded your phone. You take a glimpse of some of the words, “kidding”, “why”, “problem”, “jealous”.

Wow, his temper was launched into space quick. He was like a bird, getting all the useless stuff, but too full for the real goods.

I get it. You’re angry. No one’s ever said no to you. Everything has always been about you.

You put aside your phone satisfied, unresponsive. It felt good to finally have that closure.

Not tonight.

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GETTING A DOG WITH CHRIS MCLEAN HEADCANONS

The house was empty with just you and Chris.

And you were a long way from having children with him.

So, you asked him something that wasn’t as demanding as children, but all the more loveable.

At first, he refused,“We already have enough pets in our backyard, (Y/N)!”

He means those wild animals...?,“Those aren’t pets, Chris... They don’t live with us and they can look after themselves.”

“Oh, so you want a feeble animal to depend on you like the sick freak you are?”

When he said it like that...

“Joooooking! It’s a joke, don’t be sad!” he pets your head,“Let’s go get ourselves a dog.”

A dog? But he’s already owned three in the past. Why not get a kitty instead?

“Eh. I’d prefer to get an animal that likes me.” what a flawed answer.

“Chris, cats do like their owners.” you explained, doodling the head of a cat on his hand with a marker,“Just because they’re reserved, it doesn’t mean they hate you.”

He begged to differ,“Mhm. Walking away whenever I try pet them is love, yeah? No thanks. Dogs don’t have a social battery, much like me, and they all love me. They don’t just sleep around all day, they want to spend time with me.”

Okay then.

You make it to the pet store with him, taking longer than you guys thought it would to actually look at the dogs.

After all, the store had tarantulas, snakes, fishes.

Things you saw most of the time on the island, but looking so different seeing them in a tank.

“Aw, Chris... Look at this Turkish Angora.” you cooed at the pretty kitty at one point, who stared up at you with captivating blue eyes.

He takes one look at the white furry face,“Meh.”

“You just wanna look at dog pens?”

“Duh.” he responds condescendingly, frown twitching at you being the one wasting time.

“Alright.” you scoff, going ahead,“Don’t look me like you weren’t gawking at that axolotl for fifteen minutes.”

“They’re cute!” he tried to justify, catching up to you.

You finally get to the dogs, this aisle naturally being the loudest part of the pet store with their barking and playing.

“There’s so many choices!” you exclaim, leaping from one stall to the other,“Shih tzus, western terriers, beagles, dachshunds! Ah! They have everything here! I wish I could take all of them home!”

“And have my house smelly and scruffy? No thanks.” Chris sneers, no compassionate thought spared towards any of the breeds you mentioned,“Let’s just find one already.”

One of them will melt him,“Look at the chihuahuas here!”

“Hmm...” he peers down at the bundle of the tinier dogs, yipping at him, haven’t touching his interest.

“What’s with that look? Chriiiis.” you knew what could be going through his head,“Chihuahuas aren’t as bad as the media makes them out to be!”

“It’s not that...” his voice creeps with uncertainty,“They’re just...well...permanently small, aren’t they?”

“You mean you wanna get a big dog?” you twist your head to the end of the corridor, seeing there were quite a number of pens you have yet to look at,“There should be some down there!”

And there were! “Now we’re talking!” Chris eventually approves, watching the batch of huskies.

“They’re very beautiful... Though I was hoping I could pick up the dog.” you had every right to estimate that. These dogs were probably taller than you if they stood on their hind legs.

“Tough luck, dogs aren’t made to be carried.” Chris scornfully responds to your dream, before sighing,“If it means that much to you, I suppose we can get one as a baby... Hm...”

He had difficulty picking. You were fine with any breed, so you proposed to him,“How about I go buy the dog essentials while you pick the one you want?”

“Really?” there was this paw of gratitude that glittered his eye for a second, before he bashed it away with an egoistical,“I mean yeah sure, whatever, I know the one I’ll pick is gonna be right anyway. See you in a bit.”

You internally grieve from the way these dogs you met earlier looked at you as you walked past them. How long will these precious animals need to wait for the perfect family to take them home? The one... Such a shame he stuck to his word this time.

Whether Chris wanted to or not, you were definitely going to personally put some more money towards animal shelters.

By the time you were done paying and had carrier bags of dog treats, bowls, a bed, and toys, you set off on your journey back to the dog aisle to reunite with Chris, just for it to be completed halfway through as he had thought the same, newly sporting something in his hand too: a lead attached to a picturesque polar bear like dog next to him, with its tongue hanging out in a smile.

“I decided to get the Samoyed.” he grinned,“I was stuck between that or the German shepherd, but then I thought, why not get something new?”

“Aw...!” you bend down to pet the dog’s fur, the Samoyed, who was very welcoming, even cocking its head to invite you into doing so. The vanilla strands of its body fluffed in mighty submission under your hand, feeling too heavenly to be tangible,“Such a pretty dog! Is it a male or female, and did you give it a name yet?” you didn’t hear your voice pitching higher.

“It’s a boy dog, and no, I haven’t figured out a name yet, which is weird, since I am fantastic at those.” his tone too mystified at his current lack of creativity.

A random suggestion popped into mind after looking into the eyes of the big dog, noticing his being very similar to Chris’,“How about Lavender?”

“Lavender? Seriously? I can’t imagine calling him that! He’s not even purple! It makes no sense!” Chris criticised immediately.

Sheesh, you didn’t think it that bad of a name,“Alright then, what were some that you had?” you asked, straightening your legs back up.

“Snow orrr Snowball.”

“...”

“...Lavender, it is.”

Perfectly timed, Lavender let out a howl, sugaring Chris’ lemon mouth into stroking him with adoration.

“Aw!” he was back in the shoes of his fans,“I love this dog!”

Who couldn’t? He hadn’t been with Chris for a whole day and his person had already changed. Dogs... Purer than man could ever be.

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[dozing-marshmallow]

Hiii!

Can you maybe do a Chris McLean x male reader, Where the reader is jealous of Lindsay because how Chris reacted for her costume in super hero-id? Where all contestants must dress as superheroes. (And maybe reader is Chris assistant or something?)

Hello! Thanks for the request, enjoy! 💖

CHRIS MCLEAN X MALE! ASSISTANT READER ONE SHOT

Your boss, Chris, was someone you admired. A lot. He was someone you were ashamed to say, was somewhat a second father to you. Embarrassing, but at least there was some reason since you were in proximity with the guy twenty four seven.

He was all you wanted to be by the time you could call yourself a man. Rich, handsome, famous...

Some day, you’d take the mirror out to admire a flawless face, not to keep watch on those zits.

Sigh... Let’s hope that the new skincare routine will do something good.

You observe the contestants showcase their costumes. In total, there was Lumberwoman, Timberman, Captain Alberta, All-Seeing Eye, the Human Cricket, Super Aqua Chick, and Wonder Woman. Any one of those you’ve heard before? Thank Lindsay for that.

Though Chris said all designs had to be original, he simply allowed it and deemed her the winner.

Like that.

With a smile and pleased eyes.

You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. You were over here breaking your back, hands and feet for your boss without a single second look, and here Lindsay was, getting praised by him without trying.

Maybe that was it. She was being herself and not forcing anything...

Yeah well, it’s hard to not force anything when I’m the one who has to heed Chris’ needs.

Not to mention, he can’t replace a contestant as easily as he can an assistant.

If I were a contestant... Would I able to impress him on challenges?

“Boss... Did you really grow up with Wonder Woman?” you needed to know. It was difficult keeping track of when Chris did give the pretty people an advantage solely for...being pretty.

“Sure I did!” he shrugs, blind to your green eye towards the red dressed girl,“Though I might have exaggerated on Lindsay’s costume just to tick off old Courtney.” he then sighs,“Her and her lawyers have been a massive pain in the butt, but at the end of the day, it’s still my show. I won’t let court men threaten my authority.”

You can’t explain the rain of relief you felt when he said that,“Oh so... You weren’t actually all that impressed by her skills? You were pretending?”

“Why? You jealous of Lindsay, (Y/N)?” he smirked, but you were cautious if it was pulled by strings.

“O-Of course not! I mean, sure she is very beautiful...” granted, she was very good at makeup, so maybe she had some concealed flaws,“And...she is talented...” All the more reason to hate yourself.

“If only someone could say the same about you.” hey, your boss wasn’t very well known for being comforting.

“Sir...”

He laughs,“What, like I lied!”

“Maybe...” you hopelessly sigh, feeling how unfair it was that you had to be so ugly. Why couldn’t you have nice hair, nice skin like Lindsay? It’s not fair,“Puberty hasn’t been the kindest to me...” it’s not fair.

“You also?“ Chris looks up at you,“Yeah, back when I was a teen, I always had at least three of those jerks laying around somewhere on my face.”

“And now you are known as one of the spunkiest guys alive.” you take Chris’ anecdote as a chance to ask for expansion on it, a possible cure. The guy did like talking about himself, so maybe he’ll slip it in,“What’s your secret, boss?”

“It’s secret for a reason.” Ah...you underestimated him,“I should have made it part of your uniform to wear make up, but eh, I like looking at your face.”

“You... You do?” that made you happier than it should’ve.

“You know when something is so hideous, it’s handsome?”

Y-Yeah? That’s not what you wanted to hear after, but you’ll take it, I guess?

“That’s the best way to describe it. But of course, good looks aren’t everything. You’ve gotta have something on the inside to make it really alive.” He could be motivational when he wanted to, which was always.

“And Lindsay has that too.” your mind kept wickedly leading you to the apparition of the “Dumb Princess”.

You didn’t notice how creeped out Chris was getting,“You seem to like bringing her up a lot, dude. Do you like her or something?”

You sigh again,“How can’t I? She’s beautiful, popular and a favourite.”

“You could be that too you know.” this was a lot of emotion from an assistant for one day,“I don’t know why you’re acting like you’re permanently disfigured bro.”

“Because that’s how it feels like, boss.” you couldn’t stop your mouth now,“Nothing I do ever works- in fact, it only seems to make my chances of ever feeling good lower. Even you yourself said that I’m only pretty because I’m so hideous. How can someone like that recover?”

Well, this was wrong. The assistant was supposed to be helping him, not the other way ‘round. He’ll stitch the wound this time though,“Dude...remember when I told you I exaggerated on Lindsay’s costume?”

“Yes?”

“I was doing that there as well when I said that. If I really thought that way, I wouldn’t have even listed you for an interview.” Chris hated having to explain his hyperboles, but the cameras weren’t on him so he’d allow it for one time.

You feel stupid,“Really?” How haven’t you installed that sarcasm detector yet?

Your boss nods, more relaxed now that he cleared the misunderstanding,“No kidding. Everyone’s timing is different, so don’t compare yourself so much.” Aw... You needed that confidence boost,“Now do me a favour and get me my usual. Therapy isn’t free and I’m dying for something to drink.”

He really was the greatest,“Right away, Chris.”

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[dozing-marshmallow]

Hi !! Since i heard you do requests and i thought it would be silly

Could you do Ezekiel x Yandere reader but its a similar dynamic to what they did with Sierra and Cody? Reader being an uber obssesed fan and Zeke just trying to play the game (and getting far this time like he deserves)

(Whether they win or last until the top 4 is your choice!)

Sorry I took long to get this done my love, I was really stuck on figuring out how to write this ^^” I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

EZEKIEL X YANDERE! CONTESTANT! READER HEADCANONS

Everyone agreed you and Sierra would get along so well. And you know what? You did.

Although you guys’ competition was fuelled by your undying love for your specific sweethearts, the classic players were more comforted by your lack of interest in them.

Unlike Cody, Ezekiel was all welcoming of this affection. About time people realised how cool he is!

Because of you, he had the chance to show off how much diligence he earned over the time since his first elimination. He wasn’t booted off first this time!

Nigara Bawls was your favourite episode. You got a marriage out of it! A true marriage, not a painfully void marriage like Sierra had to mislead Cody into consenting to.

Seriously, have some decorum, Sierra.

Of course, you never said it to her gleeful face,“Eeee! Who needs a double date  when you can have a double wedding!?”

If only it was a triple wedding... With Heather gone, Alejandro’s facade was torn down. You should’ve seen it! All frown, no smile.

Who knew Sierra and you had something in common with him.

It was the fourteenth elimination, where it was you, Alejandro, Sierra, Ezekiel and Cody left in the game.

As usual, you had your individual rounds in the bathroom to pick your vote.

You hated the image, but against Sierra, you were an underdog. She was the one with the knowledge and strength.

However, she had the intellect of a rock. No way Cody would all of a sudden stop his voting for Sierra streak at a time you needed it and it didn’t matter who Alejandro put forward, though it would be pretty hilarious if he had voted for Sierra.

Four against one... She’s finished.

So, you waited. It came down to Ezekiel and her without the vomit bag of peanuts.

Just throw it to Zeeke, Chris. We don’t need to keep Sierra hoping.

Oh, but he did- He threw the final bag right in her direction, pushing an obnoxious squeal from her chest.

Your world shattered.

“No... My Zeeke...is going home?”

“‘Fraid so!” The host grinned at your ghostly face.

“No no no...” There has to be a mistake. You get up from your seat and bolt to the host and fought to see the votes yourself,“Let me see! Let me see! Let me see!”

To Chris' dismay, you had managed to grab a hold of the passports off him and confined your utter disgust. Ezekiel really was set for going home tonight, and it wasn't a bluff.

Three out of five passports for Ezekiel.

Two out of five passports for Sierra.

Looks like both of you went ahead and stabbed each other tonight. You refuse to be the one to have your heart strings drain out.

Though, acting so, you could.

You take a breath.

“So, it is true...” the prefatory of your pretend defeat, putting on a gloomy look to Ezekiel whom was as stunned as you,“I...have to bid you farewell now, my love.”

“What the frick?” your persona had fooled him too,“You really taking what these votes said? No one would ever vote the Zeeke off, it was rigged yo! Rigged!"

"I'll avenge you. I'll win for the both of us!" that wasn't a lie.

Seemingly forced into one path, Ezekiel stands up and trudges with reluctance towards the open exit of the plane, eyes reading for you to help as you slid the straps of the parachute around his shoulders.

There was no need to tighten them.

You turn to your "soul sister", clipping your hands with Ezekiel’s,“Sierra... We’ve had quite a time with our beloveds since the very beginning and we both know this is going to take a drastic turn in our competitions. Could you do us the mercy of sparing us a gesture of departure? Consolidate this as the final time we’ll be like this?”

“Omg, of course!” the superfan didn’t think twice.

She jumped up and came straight over. What she didn't expect was your fingers, twisting around her wrist.

"Huuuh?"

You drag her to the open passage of the plane,“I wasn’t lying. This is the final time we’ll be like this. Sorry Sierra.” she was barely standing on ground now,“But this show isn’t big enough for the both of us.”

Sierra realised far too late the trap she fell in, her braid violently flying from the air resistance,“(Y/N)! I thought we were friends!” Her face pressed in betrayal like she was innocent, yet was squeezing onto a rope of your hand, the only thing that was saving her from falling to death,“Cody! Cody! Cody! Help! Help! Help!” she screamed pathetically, for her lover that felt anything but.

You take a quick glance at him- he made no effort to even move from his seat.

What a lonely girl. She was still flailing.

“Let go already, Sierra!” God, she could hang there all day! This had to end now.

So, you bite her hand.

Sierra yowls and unintentionally lets go, and she fell.

Down and down and down. Her chicken like body got smaller and smaller, but her screams got louder and louder. It was ill, even for you, especially when Chris took too long to throw down the parachute, accepting the change of eliminated contestant without intervening.

Finally, that whiny headache had taken flight. Were you ever real friends? Or did you just get lost in the game?

Whatever. The final five still became final four tonight. And that meant you and Ezekiel.

You turn back to the remaining on flight faces,

Why so horrified, no one liked her, no one was brave enough! You did everyone a favour.

You place your hand on Ezekiel’s face, one of the few that wasn't distraught, smiling,"You're safe, baby."

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[dozing-marshmallow]

Can you do some fluffy Chris x non-binary!reader where the reader is a 19-20 year old camper on the island, please? ^v^

Sorry If you’re getting too many requests and this is annoying! :(

It’s okay, my love! Your request wasn’t annoying at all, and though I’ve had to temporarily close my asks, you don’t have to worry about it! In the end, I chose to receive them under my own awareness, but I appreciate all the concern!❤️Enjoy!!

CHRIS MCLEAN X NB! (ADULT) CAMPER! READER FLUFF

The host wasn’t shy with favourites.

Hence why you were summoned by him on the beach, at a time where everyone else was too tired to strategise.

You arrive, finding the ambient to be carefully idyllic with the swish of the sea and Chris sitting at ease.

His face was dark orange in certain angles from the effulgence of the campfire he crafted not too long ago. Though that was the only source of light in the wildlife nighttime, you can see his eyebrows tilting at your appearance,“Why are you wearing a hoodie?”

“It’s Canada, Chris.” you gently rub your shoulders,“That campfire isn’t enough to warm the entire air.”

“Fair enough.” he reaches over in his sitting position for an opened bag between his feet,“I had some leftover marshmallows. Thought it’d be nice to toast them together.”

You come to sit down next to him on the log, noticing two conveniently thin sticks on his other side,“I’d like that.”

He squeezes a marshmallow from the packet onto the top of a twig and handed it to you. He repeats the same with the other twig and sticks it out lightly above the flames and snuggles against your shoulder,“Talk to me. Remind me how it’s like to be two decades old again.”

“You’re such a funny man, Chris.” you rub your hand on his thigh as you slowly spin your stick with the other,”For one, I finished college, the funniest years of my life. My first year, I didn’t take anything seriously and neither did my friend. During our class tests, we would share an earbud on one of our ipod players and we would leave more than half of the paper blank.” your lips widened upwards as your mind relives the glassy experience of reckless youth.

“Terrible, dude.” clear Chris didn’t feel the same,“I couldn’t care less about academics, but ranking lowest of the low on purpose? You better not be thinking about doing the same here.’

“That’s what my mom was saying after parents evening. So, thanks to her wise words, I graduated, two years before my friend, who’s in catchup school right now.” a laugh forced its way out of your dry mouth after you finished narrating.

“Right now?” he blinked consciously,“An evening class?”

You drew your tanned treat out the smoke for a bite, confirming,“It only seems late because we have no energy left after putting up with your challenges all day and you call it night the minute it’s dark. You ruined our perception of time.”

“Sure did.” his teeth takes a proud dive into his toasted squishy,“Someone’s gotta teach you kids that staying up late isn’t good for your well-being.”

Says him who made the entire second challenge about just that!,“We’re not kids, Chris! We’re adults. We can drink, vote, smoke, fuck. Do all that you can.” the kind of contestants he was dealing with. You hoped that would put things into a new perspective for him.

“Yeah yeah, secure yourself something that pays you at least six figures a month, then come back to me.” he rolls his eyes, fishing another marshmallow out in the fiery centre,“Soooo? Where are your plans for that? You going to work after this? Uni? Apprenticeship?”

You silently shiver.

Only the crackling of the campfire occupied the air.

“Uh, dude?” he waves his hand in front of your wordless face,“Helloooo? (Y/N)?”

“Yeah?”

Chris didn’t appreciate that,“If you didn’t know, it’s kinda a poor show of manners to not reply when people are speaking to you.”

“I know...” you thought the silence was a better answer,“Sorry.”

“Are you saying that because you have nothing to tell me?”

You nod.

“Oh. Wow.” he wasn’t actually expecting that,“Really though? Like you’ve never thought about what you wanted to do after you left school? Not even when you were younger?”

“Nunca. I had other things to worry about.” feeling awkward, you removed your shoes to allow your bare feet to explore the grains of the sticky sand.

“Well! It seems like another inexperienced troubled thing has stumbled across my path, still not knowing what they wanna do with their lives even if they are too old to go back to elementary.” Chris’ time as an actor paid off in his voice at the pretend moment of theatre,“Why don’t you work for me?”

“And end up paralysed for the rest of my life?” you sneer at his suggestion,“No thanks.”

“Don’t be so down, (Y/N)!” he exclaims, pinching your cheek,“Am I that bad that the first job you assume I’ll give you is internship? Heck no! You can be my assistant, secretary, something. Whatever the title is, it’s not really important, but it won’t be internship. Genuine!”

“I don’t know...” hesitation dresses your tone,“Wouldn’t this be obvious to the other contestants that there’s some favouritism if I worked with you after the show? I don’t want them to ridicule me.”

Laughter from Chris in this context was...a reaction you didn’t wholly list out,“Why do you care about what a bunch of lifelong jobless people think? Besides, it’s in the contract, you’re legally obliged to do any role I may ask of you. I’m the one in charge here.”

You quickly remember Chris by his job. The host. The host with the most.

An accepting exhale longs out between your lips,“I guess you’ve decided my fate then, Mr McLean.”

“Practicing formalities already? Hm.” he dramatically puts a finger to his chin, a smirk tapping on his face,“I think I’m liking this employer and employee relationship between us.”

“Gross!” you guffaw, shoving him jokingly on the shoulder, already having his title shattered in your brain,“We’ll have plenty of time for that once I’m in a suit.”

“Who said I want you in one when it happens?” your eyelids disappear. He did not just say that,“We’re on an Island for God’s sake! I’ll allow you to wear something more casual.”

Oh my God, he’s good.

Oh my God.

“W-We’ll see...” you stuff your stutter with another soft goodie, way before it could get golden.

“You bet I will.” Chris had winked at you there, similar to the flash of the campfire, melting your marshmallow as he did your heart.

Cheesy, but it’s the truth. Your life’s barely started and it’s been signed away to an anticipating celebrity.

Ha! When you’ve already won him over, who needs a hundred thousand dollars?

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[dozing-marshmallow]

Hi I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind writing high school au Lindsay x masc!reader x Tyler. Where reader writes like notes and reminders of who people are and where things are. And carries a first aid kit for Tyler and is always redirecting him from getting hurt. Reader and Lindsay sit and cheering with Lindsay at Tyler’s hockey games.

Helloo! Thank you so much for the request, this was a lot of fun to write for! 😊 regarding your other ask, I’ll get that done too! Thank you, and enjoy! 💜

(HIGH SCHOOL!) TYLER + MASC! READER + LINDSAY HEADCANONS

Every morning, you wake up and go to school with Lindsay and Tyler.

In your packed lunch, you always made sure to spare a small fruit salad for Lindsay and Tyler, a protein bar.

You weren’t the third wheel. You were the dad.

“Mind your step, Tyler.” you pull said sportsman from slipping on a spill on the stairs that could have earned him an injury so early in the day.

“Oh! Thanks!” Tyler smiled in gratitude,“Man, sports first thing is the best breakfast to have to start the day!”

You nod,“I’ll be getting my psychology test results back, so I’m hyped for that.” you turn to Lindsay whose naive eyes weren’t present,“Do you know what lesson you’ll be having first?”

“Huh?” Lindsay blinks and pointed a finger to her chin,“Something about reading...” so, no.

“English?”

“Ohh! I have Art and design! That tech thing with horses!” Strange how reading was the first thing that came to mind then,“Which way do I go for it again?”

“That way, Lindsay,” you point to the left.

“That’s why so many people are going there!” the gorgeous girl stares at the large chunks of students she’s probably never spoken to before walking in unison as though it was new, before her bottom lip quivers,“I don’t wanna go by myself, could one of you maybe come with me?”

“Course, Linds!” Tyler volunteers happily, putting his arm around Lindsay,“We’ll see you at the cafeteria, (Y/N)!”

“Have a good lesson, you guys!” you wave at the couple,“Wrong way!”

There were some classes you shared with Lindsay and Tyler, sometimes with just one of the other(mainly the subjects that didn’t have sets).

Lindsay always loves sitting next to you in the middle of the classroom. You played frequent drawing games with her between writing down the lesson’s content and she asked you a lot of relationship advice.

With the classes you had with Tyler, you wouldn’t be just sitting as a pair, but nearby other male acquaintances and have yourselves deep conversations with them.

You, Lindsay and Tyler had your presumed “closer” friends from different cliques, yet you three preferred spending lunch with each other on the same table, by the window.

You’re normally the first one there.

With the other two, it was hard to know, but easy to calculate- if Lindsay arrived second, that means Tyler got hurt somewhere. But if Tyler arrived second, that meant Lindsay got distracted and completely forgot she was meant to be having lunch.

As available, it was the first fate.

“Tyler... What happened to you?” you asked your friend who was setting his tray down, face messed up.

“Oh Theodore, what did they do to you!” Lindsay squeaked similarly, more as fright than as question.

“Tyler, Lindsay...” he mumbles Lindsay’s mistake, dropping his heavy bag under the table and taking his seat next to you,“Do you have a plaster I could use?”

“I got you.” you zip open your bag for your first aid kit.

“Tyler, don’t schools have a nurse?” Lindsay asked, tilting her head,“I thought every school had a nurse...”

“Those old ladies don’t do anything...” her boyfriend groans at the pressure of your finger applying the plaster,“Thanks, dude. I would be dead if it wasn’t for you.”

“Oh my gosh, me too!“ Lindsay gasps, dropping her fork,“(Y/N) has been the best smoothies I’ve ever gotten! My skin has been softer than a bunny rabbit since I drank it!”

A valid confusion spreads across Tyler’s bandaged face, trying not to move as you went on to clean his cheek,“Linds... What are you talking about?”

“That smoothie you bought for me last Saturday! Or was it Monday?” she suddenly turns to you,“(Y/N)! I didn’t see you there! You have this amazing smoothie named after you, I’m jealous! I wish I was named after something so phenomenal! So um, the (Y/N) that can blink, could you help me with this math homework I got?” she picks up her large pink handbag and begins searching through it,“I know we’re at school, but I don’t wanna do this at home when I have fashion to attend to!”

“I always knew you would rock the runaway!” Tyler grinned a toothy grin, digging into his school tray of pasta after you finished.

“Thanks, Tyler!” she blows him a kiss, with a hand gripping on a booklet,“But I gotta use some of my mascara ink to write as well. Could you help me, (Y/N)?”

You nod,“I’ll talk you through it.” she pushes her chair closer to your side.

She was in the lower class, so her homework should be more easy- to you, anyway.

Well, Lindsay must really have no idea how maths functioned because you were now on the eighth question, skipping the other seven, this one about simultaneous equations,“Which value do you want to make the same?”

“Uhhh...” she taps her temple,“All of them!”

“It doesn’t work like that, Lindsay.”

“Why not?”

“Because you need to have either x or y be the same so you can cancel them out to find the value to substitute in to find the other.” you explained, circling the two different xs,“So if you decide to make x the same, you will need to multiply both the x, the y and the outputs by the the lowest common multiple of the xs which is-“ 

“Ahhh, I give up!” she whines, using her multicolour pen to scribble over the question,“I can’t do this, I’m not made for this! First they make me wear a cardigan, now they make me do maths? Why couldn’t I do makeup instead...? All this is just living proof that school is founded on tearing down teen spirit!”

“Bang on, Lindsay.” you flick through the booklet to see how many pages she had left. Three, which was a quarter of what you’d usually get,“But it’s just a few more years and you won’t have to ever worry about it again.”

“Who says I’m worrying now!” she giggles, taking the homework back,“Thanks, (Y/N)!”

A part of you wanted to do the entire thing for her, but you knew that wouldn’t be ethical for her record,“Let me know if you need help finishing it.” pointless since Lindsay never remembers to finish her homework.

“Ohh, that reminds me!” she declares, shoving the work back into her bag,“Someone called uh, Summers wanted to see me at lunch, but uh... I’m sorta having a rusty time knowing who she is and what she wanted to talk to me about.”

“Biology.”

“Huh?”

“Mrs Summers. Your biology teacher?” you frown,“Did you lose that profile sheet I made for you?”

“Ohhh right! And I didn’t lose it! I just can’t find it.” the blonde claims, standing up from her seat and replacing the space with her handbag,“Don’t let the food bugs bite! I’ll be back!”

So, it was just you and Tyler.

“You’re a genius, (Y/N)!” was the first thing he said in the one on one interaction.

“I really am not.” you laugh lightly, taking a first bite of your sandwich after tending to Lindsay.

“You sure are! Linds and I dread this kind of stuff, and here you are, looking like you do it for fun!” the jock exalts, sipping on the straw of his juice box,“About that smoothie thing, Lindsay forgot her name when ordering so she decided to name it after you, thinking your name as something she could always rely on.” he chuckles,“Know anything about that from psychology?”

Oh, loveable Lindsay,“There’s probably a link!”

“While we’re on the topic... We were thinking of going there after school today. Wanna come with?”

You beam,“Count me in.”

Lunchtime was over and in every four weeks, the hockey jocks got to showcase how they’ve been working against other schools- they’d make their way early to the changing rooms, while everyone else had to make their way into the school ice rink for the bleachers.

Lindsay grabbed onto your arm to not get lost in the crowd. While you weren’t a sports fan, you did enjoy cheering your friends on.

“Go Tyler!” Lindsay proudly takes first place in shouting out the name of her boyfriend.

“Looks like he forgot to wear his helmet again...” your gut was right to bring out your first aid kit again. You’ll take care of the injuries later. For now, you hold your hand next to your mouth as the whistle blew,“Go Tyler!”

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