"Hey, don't worry about how my room looks," Cody gulped as he showed Noah his messy room. "I didn't know you would arrive at 4…instead of 6;30, like we discussed."
"I rather be here now, than later," Noah informed, his head still stuck in his book.
"Of course," Cody sighed.
Cody didn't know what happened, but he somehow got the popular nerd Noah Mudaliar-Strecca in his own house while his parents were away! It was a win-win for him, but he didn't even prepare everything; it must've been Noah's thing. So he didn't precisely question it, so he just tried to clean up his room despite Noah not really paying attention to it.
"So, what do you plan for this super awesome sleepover party?" Noah asked with his usual sarcastic tone.
"Uh, well, I was going to prepare for anything, but again, you decided to come early so my plans kinda went out of whack," Cody answered, trying to fix his movie collection. "I mean, you can get a move to watch while I get the snacks ready? I also made sure that I got everything that I was sure you can eat."
"..you did?"
"Of course! At a sleepover, I always make sure my friends are comfortable," Cody grinned. "And you gave me a list, didn't you? Dude, I swear you should be in a bubble."
"Heh, nice try. But I am a resilent young man, I can handle a couple of hives and wheezing." Noah chuckled. "But thank you for your concern."
Noah hid his face in his book, blushing. He didn't think Cody was actually paying attention to his usual allergies, but he even did the most obscure ones. The main reason he didn't even go to sleepovers was that no one ever accommodated him, even if it was small things, like no roses near him or dairy-free products for him. It was impossible as a child, so he stopped when he started middle school, and he never invited people over either, as he was sick of people complaining about him. Fake friends, you know.
"Oh, sure…what sort of B-ranked movies you got here?" Noah chuckled, going to Cody's movie collection. "Ooh? The Matrix? Old-school, don't you think?"
"H-Hey! I like the effects, and trust me, some movies are worse," Cody blushed, taking the movie. "I'm sure I can find something up your speed."
"As long as it's not a romcom, shlocky, bland or cheesy, I'm okay with anything," Noah listed. "Man, even an animated movie would be better."
"I think I gave some here…but most of them are in the attic and going through that would take me hours," Cody groaned. "My parents like to hide it deep within so I would never find it. Typical of them, really."
Noah let out a small smile before patting his back. "Your sleepover, your pick, dude."
"Yes! But let me do the snacks first?" Cody asked. "Even I can't start a movie without eating something nice."
"…Fine."
Cody smiles and takes Noah down to the kitchen. Noah watches as Cody manages to get juices, chips (oddly gluten-free ones; even Noah wasn't that allergic to them, but he appreciated the thought), cookies, popcorn, and sodas. It was like watching someone with super speed, and somehow Cody didn't even trip one, like Noah would see in school. But Cody's bright smile made Noah gulp a sarcastic remark, and they returned up to Cody's room, and Noah finally saw what Cody's room looked like.
A weird area with posters of obscure stuff, Noah thought. And oddly, some rockstars, he didn't even think Cody listened to rock, but you learn something new daily.
"So, we got snacks. Now we need a movie, but every movie here is… embarrassing, I'll admit it."
"Well, we might as well find something," Noah quipped, rummaging through Cody's movie collection.
He felt something drop onto his feet, and familiar colors of pink, blue, and green flashed upon him, and Noah couldn't help but laugh instantly.
"Dude, you got the 2003 Special Edition Sleeping Beauty?" Noah laughed.
"Ah! I told her not to put it in there," Cody groaned, embarrassed. "Yeah, I can just put this back on her room and we should-"
"Let's watch it," Noah spoke.
"What!?"
"We can watch it," Noah repeated as he took the DVD from Cody's hands. "I haven't seen this movie since I was a kid, and I'm pretty sure I lost my own."
"…What am I hearing?" Cody gasped.
"Why are you surprised that I like a princess movie?"
Cody gulped; he didn't even know how to answer that. Well, he couldn't! Noah liked something that was so out of left field for him, and now Cody had to think about it. But it was his pick, and he couldn't exactly say no to him, now could he?
"Well, how about we get into pajames, and we can get started!" Cody announced. "I don't mind you staying in my room to get changed in so-"
"Where's your bathroom?" Noah interrupted him.
"Uh, you sure? We can techincally change in the same room, like a changing room at school," Cody chuckles nervously.
"And as someone who hates the changing rooms, no thank you," Noah huffed, grabbing his sleeping back. "Bathroom. Please?"
"Ah, just down to your left and the second door. You can't miss it because it says bathroom on it," Cody instructed. Take your time, and I'll be here, waiting patiently."
"Good."
With that, Noah left the room, and Cody groaned in his hands. He was so embarrassed that he felt like he was dying. He knew Noah would tell everyone that he had a stupid princess movie in his cool movie collection and wanted to watch it! Not only that, Cody felt like he was fumbling about his chances to be with Noah, not as friends but as a literal couple! This whole sleepover was a getting-with-him ploy, and he hated how Harold even made him do this! Noah didn't even want to be in the same room as him!
Cody quickly dressed in his simplest pajamas, a white tee and blue pajama pants. Yeah, boring, just like him. Way to go, Cody.
Noah came back as Cody got the movie ready, and he was also simple. However, Cody was confused by some padding. It was his imagination, so he didn't question it.
"So, ready to watch?" Cody gulped, blushing.
"Yeah," Noah answered shortly, sitting next to Cody. "Are you alright? Do you look oddly red?"
"Y-yeah! Just a little warm, that's all," Cody laughed, looking down.
Noah rolled his eyes and sighed, and he grabbed a soda. "Start the movie then."
Cody obliged and started the movie. Hearing the chorus sing their hearts out and hearing Noah humming along made Cody's heart race, and Cody knew he didn't have to panic about it as much as he did previously. The small commentary about the animation, the scenes, the characters, all of it made Cody's night even better, and he even paid attention to some details that Cody wouldn't have noticed until Noah mentioned them, and surprisingly, made him like the movie much more.
Watching how the prince and princess fall in love made Cody impulsively hold Noah's hand, still watching the movie. Noah's eyes drifted down and saw, but he held his hand back, also paying attention to the movie.
"Je te connais, j'ai marché avec toi.." Noah started to sing.
"Il était une fois un rêve," Cody sang along.
It was a lovely moment between the boys. As they continued to sing, the prince and princess started to dance together.
"Je te connais, la lueur dans tes yeux est une lueur si familière."
"Et je sais que c'est vrai que les visions sont rarement tout ce qu'elles paraissent, mais si je te connais, je sais ce que tu feras."
"Tu m'aimeras tout de suite.." Cody whispered softly.
"Comme tu l'as fait," Noah continued.
"Il était une fois un rêve," They finished, now ignoring the movie.
It was his only chance, and he had to. Cody, you got to!
Cody gulped as he pulled Noah closer and gave him a confident yet slightly awkward kiss that Noah jolted at but slowly melted into.
Cody pulled away immediately. "S-sorry! I was so caught up in the moment, and I couldn't help myself. I couldn't. I saw them and saw you, and I… I really wanted to kiss you."
"I'm more surprised that you stopped," Noah teased. "I didn't object, did I?"
"N-no, but I do have a request?"
"I guess?" Noah nodded, confused.
"It's best to take off that binder. I don't want you to lose air when I kiss you again," Cody requested, his hands now on Noah's clear, padded, and very fake chest.
"…" Noah didn't say anything, and he recoiled, worrying Cody.
"Oh? W-was that to forward?" Cody gulped. "I-I'm sorry, I should've asked before making any assumptions, but…um…"
"How did you know?" Noah asked, his voice slightly shaking.
"No one exactly faints as Canadian summers like you do," Cody chuckled. "But I always saw you being so secretive, especially around the boys' locker rooms, but I never asked because I thought I was just assuming. But I have friends who are also trans, so I tend to get very protective, and I'm so sorry that I had offended you. I just… wanted you to feel safe with me."
"…You did? You're not…laughing?"
"No! God no! I'm the last person to laugh at someone's personal journey," Cody answered. "I just…well, I had a crush on you before I found out, so it didn't really change my opinion of you. It's just you, Noah. I don't care about the external, I care about the internal..oh my god, that was super cheesy."
"Yeah, it was," Noah chuckled. But it's something I need to hear, especially from a crush like you."
"You had a crush on me to?!"
"Obviouslty," scoffed Noah. "I wouldn't accept a sleepover invatatio out of nowhere, you know."
"..Well, that is fair, and you know what," Cody smiles, getting closer. "I'm glad you accepted."
"Because all of this wouldn't never happened?"
"Yes, and I learn so much about you that I feel much more closer to you."
"Phsically or methopically?" Noah teased, squishing Cody's cheek.
"Can it both?" Cody whispered before kissing Noah again.
"..Can I at least take of my binder before you smother me with your cheesy drizzle? I don't want to lose air twice now."
"Oh! Right! Forgot about that!"
(Nocovember Prompt (Sleepover/Sick) by @aangellface )
✎: MY FIRST EVER REQUEST I’M SO GEEKED RN. Thank you guys, keep these requests coming!! 💓🥲
♡Summary: Chris McLean dating someone short.
Bf!Chris always attended press conferences and award ceremonies where crowds towered over you, which was nothing new. He insisted on guiding you through the hordes of people with his hand on your shoulder or waist.
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"What, is that Ruby Rosewood?" someone in the crowd exclaimed.
"Wait, where is she? Chris, lead us to her. Oh my god, I need to see her," you held onto his guiding hand resting on your shoulder.
He acted like a GPS tracker, swiftly locating her, and you enjoyed a short and sweet conversation with one of your idols.
Bf!Chris appreciates your shorter figure. Despite his past relationships with taller women, often models who added onto their height with expensive heels, your height, ranging from 5'0 to 5'4, actually makes him appear much taller when photographed or standing together. How could he not love that?
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The event was busting with activity; flashing cameras, chattering voices, and a sea of well-dressed attendees. Chris, dressed in his tuxedo with a charming smile, navigated through the elegant crowd.
You, stood by his side, unbeknownst to the unique effect your presence had on Chris. He couldn't help but beam with pride as photographers captured the two of you together. You had a way of making him appear even more tall in comparison to you.
As you mingled with the guests, you picked up on a hushed whisper across the room, "Isn't that Chris? who's the lady with him?"
A nearby couple overheard and joined in, "That's his girlfriend, the one who makes him look even more impressive."
Chris, overhearing the conversation, couldn't help but chuckle.
Bf!Chris hired security guards for you with his immense budget, they followed you around everywhere. Even at times when it seemed a bit redundant.
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Your chauffeur was driving you around the city as the security guards were sitting around in their own seats, making small talk with one another. You were texting Chris on your way to run errands:
“You sure I need the guards to go shopping for groceries?”
“Yes. Anything can happen, remember what happened on the news?” he replied shortly after seeing your message, you chuckled at his response. Chris was a bit paranoid at times, but maybe it was for the best.
Bf!Chris had to lean over to kiss you, which was one of his favourite aspects of the kiss.
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Chris leaned over to meet your lips, and that simple act added an extra layer of sweetness to the moment. It was one of his favorite things about your kisses – the way he had to lean in to reach you.
As your lips met, you both felt the electric connection that never decayed. In that tender embrace, you shared a kiss that spoke volumes without words, reaffirming your love in the most beautiful way.
Bf!Chris was your weighted blanket at times; instead of you cuddling up to him it would be the opposite. He wouldn’t put his full weight on you; but enough for you both to be comfy.
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A cozy blanket draped over you as you both lounged on the couch. Chris had a mischievous glint in his eye. He shifted his position slightly, and before you knew it, he was gently draping himself over you, like a living weighted blanket.
You giggled at the unexpected move, making him grin down at you, his arms propped up, supporting his weight just enough to make you both feel snug and comfortable. You settled into the embrace, feeling the warmth and security of his presence.
Bf!Chris is the human trash can of the relationship. If you both went out to eat, he finished your leftovers you couldn’t finish.
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You sat in a cozy corner of your favorite restaurant, savoring a delicious meal with Chris. The plates were stacked with delectable food, but as always, your eyes were bigger than your stomach.
Chris, on the other hand, seemed to have an appetite when it came to your leftovers. With a playful smile, you pushed your plate toward him, knowing he'd happily accept the offer.
He chuckled between mouthfuls, "Someone's got to make sure nothing goes to waste,"
As you continued to eat together, you couldn't help but appreciate how Chris's appetite perfectly complimented your tendency to order more than you could finish. It was just one of the many ways your relationship seemed to fit together seamlessly, like a jigsaw puzzle.
Bf!Chris often gave you piggyback rides at concerts, convinced that you'd struggle to see anything. You didn't mind at all, secretly enjoying the elevated view for your Instagram story. After all, it was a win-win – a better view and a cute moment to share with your followers.
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The concert’s music thumped through the air as the crowd around you jumped and swayed to the beat. Chris, always attentive to your needs, leaned down with a grin.
"You ready?"
You reached for your phone and nodded, "Absolutely!"
Without hesitation, Chris knelt down, and you hopped onto his back. He effortlessly lifted you, and you clung onto him as he stood up, your legs wrapping around his waist.
The stage came into view, the lights and the artist gracefully performed around you.
You couldn't help capturing the moment. You snapped an Instagram story, the music pulsing in the background, while the crowd's energy surged around you. You couldn't resist but to feel grateful for Chris's thoughtfulness and the incredible view he provided, both in real life and on social media.
Bf!Chris took notice of your affinity for high-heels. Either in your online cart or when you’re window shopping, you were undoubtably drawn to them. It wasn't solely because of your height, although that might have played a role in your heel obsession. You simply loved the feeling they gave you – They were so simple yet so feminine. So expensive, too.
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"Close your eyes, love," he cooed playfully.
Curiosity piqued, but you complied, covering your eyes with both hands. You could hear him moving about the room, and a sense of anticipation built within you.
"Okay, you can open them now,"
As you removed your hands, you were met with the sight of a beautifully wrapped box with the ANAPHORA etched onto its elegant surface. Excitement and surprise washed over you as you carefully unwrapped the gift. Inside, you discovered a pair of exquisite high heels, the same pair that’s been sitting in your online cart for a few months now.
"Oh my God... Chris, you didn't have to!" you exclaimed, your eyes sparkling with gratitude.
Chris grinned and replied, "Well, now you don't have to tip-toe as much," he teased, alluding to the times he had to adjust his height difference with you.
Bf!Chris noticed you taking his over sized t-shirts from his cupboard, he was used to your thief antics and so he let it slide. But on your figure, they looked like flowy dresses.
Bf!Chris loved when you asked him to get something out of your reach for you, it made him feel useful in a way.
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You stood in the kitchen, eyeing a high shelf where your favourite cookbook was. The shelf was just out of your reach, and you knew exactly what to do. With a playful grin, you turned to Chris,
"Babe, could you do me a favor?" you asked, your tone sweet and soft.
He looked at you with a quirked eyebrow, a smile playing at his lips. "Of course, what do you need?"
You gestured to the cookbook on the shelf. "Could you grab that for me, please?"
His smile widened, and he sauntered over to the shelf, breezily retrieving the cookbook. As he handed it to you, he couldn't hide his sense of fulfillment. "Here, anything else?"
You chuckled, touched by his eagerness to help. "No, that's perfect, thank you."
A/N: Thank you so much (again) for requesting!!! This was very fun to write <3
hey everyone, i’ve been writing a cyoa total drama fanfic incase anyone wants to check it out! the first two parts are out already (totally forgot to upload about this after the first part let’s forget about that…)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
♡Summary: Chris McLean dating someone who isn’t famous.
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Bf!Chris enjoyed your alone time as much as you enjoyed his; he’d do the most to secure it for you both. Even going as far as emptying an entire movie theatre solely from his high status.
“What do you mean? You just told them ‘Yo, It’s Chris McLean here. I’m going to need the cinema reserved for me and my girl at 5pm stat.’ Like, that’s insane.” You quipped, walking into the vacant cinema whilst locking arms with him.
He chuckled at your poor impression of his voice as he gave a nod of approval to one of the workers behind the til, they seemed to instantly recognise him as they allowed him into the theatre.
“Pretty much, yeah.”
Bf!Chris would commentate the movie as you watched; not too often to be irritating, but not being quiet so he’s not too silent. You’d listened with genuine interest as to what he had to say, no matter how cruel and uncanny it was.
“I could do that for Total Drama,” he mentioned in the midst of rubbing the stubble on his chin.
“What? Camouflaged bear traps around the wilderness?”
“Totally. Wouldn’t it be cool?”
“Sure…!”
Bf!Chris was a busy man with a bad habit of constantly forgetting stuff, which wasn’t a good mix for him. For subtle yet noticeable reminders, he doodled anything that would even mildly correlate to what he’s trying to remember on his palm/hand. But he never forgot about you, it’s like you were the main distraction. Most of the time, he forgets other things as he’s too busy thinking about you, what you were up to, how other filthy men would try steal you from him, maybe you thought about other guys - to put it simply, it drives him insane.
“Aw, that’s so cute!” You pointed at the sloppily drawn and evidently rushed cat drawing on his hand in black marker.
“Oh… I was meant to do that an hour ago,” he murmured, leaning forward to grab baby wipe on the coffee table before erasing it.
“Do what?” your face lit up at Chris’s sudden sweet side, you never saw him being a cat person. More of a ‘hostile bears in a remote island to maul oblivious teenagers’ person.
“Y’know how cats and lions are basically the same?”
“Basically…”
“We were going to get lions instead of stereotypical bears for this season,” he added before eventually wiping the ink off his hand.
“Not so ‘Aww’ anymore…” You couldn’t complain, though. You knew what you signed up for the moment you started dating him; like an unspoken contract that you just know about.
Bf!Chris hates everyone else but you. And Chef, of course. How could he after he served him loyally for so many years? He was on set, getting ready to film a segment for a show without you. He was disdainfully scrutinising everyone and appeared moody. But the moment he heard you were going to be there, his face instantly lit up, and his demeanor changed.
The set was bustling with activity as Chris mentally and physically prepared himself. His brow was furrowed, and he seemed unusually bossy and irritable as he glared at the crew members scurrying about. He mumbled something under his breath that was barely audible, but it was clear he wasn't in the best mood.
Just then, a crew member approached him. "Hey, Chris, guess what?”
“What?” he pulled down his tie to reposition it without even sparing the crew member a glance.
“Guess!”
“‘Don’t have time for games, Elizabeth. Spit it out.”
“Y/N's going to be here today. She's joining us for this segment."
Chris's eyes widened in surprise, and his moody demeanor shifted in an instant. A wide grin spread across his face, and he practically beamed with excitement. "Y/N's coming? Is she here yet?”
As if on cue, you entered the room and Chris rushed towards you, scooping you up in a tight hug. His attitude from earlier seemed completely forgotten. The crew members couldn't help but smile at the sudden transformation as they continued to set up for the shoot.
Bf!Chris made you garner a couple of thousand followers on socials just by being associated with him, and you didn't mind it too much. You even enjoyed the attention you received from it, often engaging with your new followers through Q&A sessions and sharing behind-the-scenes stories from your life together.
Bf!Chris loved it when you defended him for his sadistic behaviour. He stumbled across a Twitter thread between you and some random drama seeking influencer:
LolazLife: "Why are we not discussing how Y/N is dating Chris and standing by his toxic behavior? She needs to be called out and held accountable, too."
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Y/N: "Is he really toxic? Or is it just the entertainment industry? Let’s put this into retrospect, he wouldn’t be the man he is if you guys didn’t constantly obsess over the ‘toxic show’ you all hate so much."
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LolazLife: "Um, he hospitalized teenagers!"
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Y/N: "Um, those teenagers should learn how to read contracts before complaining! Too bad they can’t sue, huh? #legalitysucks #wompwomp”
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People would confront you on a serious note, you’d argue with them for fun and for the sole purpose of your amusement, wasting their time and embarrassing them on the internet.
Bf!Chris is an attention whore, a clingy one, too. Be needs your attention constantly - it’s like he cannot live without you. He needs to breathe the same air as you, sleep in the same bed as you and even insists on sipping your smoothie when he thinks you're not looking.
"In the savannas of Africa, a sleek and agile predator roams the open plains with effortless grace. The cheetah, the fastest land animal on Earth…” the documentary continued in the background as you occasionally popped a few M&M’s into your mouth.
You were wrapped in a cozy pink robe, your feet snugly ensconced in fluffy white bunny slippers, and a rose-scented face mask enriched your skin. Chris then strolled in wearing his own smug blue robe, the one you had admired during that time you went 'window shopping'. He settled down beside you, his arms encircling your waist as he rested his head on your stomach, both of you were watching the documentary together.
You toyed with his hair before he reached his arm out to take a sip of your smoothie.
“Oi!” you yelped, playfully hitting his head.
He continued greedily drinking, but what he was drawn to the most wasn’t the flavour of the smoothie but the flavour of your cherry lipgloss that coated the straw.
Bf!Chris incessantly smothered you with gifts and affection. It made you feel like the damsel in distress at times, but it was all pure intentions and you knew that. Most of your jewellery? from him. As well as your fancy dresses and those getaways to extravagant restaurants with exotic dishes.
"There's a new restaurant in town. I got an invite, let’s go together.”
Chris was a foodie through and through, always eager to try new and or trendy restaurants.
"That sounds great! When is it?"
With a grin, Chris handed you the invitation. "It’s tonight, by 7pm."
As evening descended, you both arrived at the restaurant. The warm aromas of spices filled the air as you were greeted with a luxurious menu with intricate patterns on the border. You settled at a table draped with vibrant fabrics, ready to embark on this culinary adventure.
As the evening unfolded, you shared laughter, stories, and delicious food, all while building your relationship and having fun. Chris's passion for food was contagious, and you felt privileged to be his +1, enjoying delicious meals without pay.
Bf!Chris was infamously known for his cruel and twisted ideas, he was ruthless with them at times. He needed someone to balance him out -
that would be you. He’d even encouraged you to speak out if he got a bit too ‘yappy’ as he called it.
You both were seated on the porch on a summer afternoon, brainstorming for the upcoming episodes. Chris was pacing back and forth, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he shared his latest concept for a challenge involving flaming hoops, live alligators, and a trapeze.
You listened patiently, but it became clear that his vision was spiraling into pure insanity.
"Chris," you said calmly, standing up and stepping in front of him, "I think it's a great idea, but what about an idea from you and not from Mr Yappy, hm?"
Chris paused, his enthusiasm slightly deflated. He nodded slowly, considering your suggestion.
Bf!Chris has a secret soft spot for animals, especially cute ones, and he can't resist petting every stray dog or cat he comes across.
"Right, we need some tomato sauce and cheese as well," you noted aloud as you read from the list. But Chris was on the other side of the sidewalk, crouched down and cautiously petting a fluffy cat that purred within every touch.
You couldn't help but smile, appreciating this side of him that often went unnoticed. When he seemed mean or unpleasant, it was mostly just a front for his show and for the sake of his image.
As you continued shopping together, you thought about how complex and enigmatic Chris was. His on-screen persona might be sharp and occasionally ruthless, but off-screen, he had a warm heart, a genuine kindness, and an unexpected love for cute pets.
