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stellewriites · 3 months

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firefighter!kyle x gn!reader

cw: johnny makes a quick remark about reader’s pussy when trying to be funny and to wind up kyle

part two to this - might make it a series and do a one shot for everyone

you swore as you looked up at your neighbour’s cat sat on a branch too high for you to reach, even with the rickety ladders you’d found in her garage.

“you did this on purpose,” you said accusingly from the ground, crossing your arms as you stared up at mr mistoffelees. it had been a stand off between the two of you for the last hour after he refused to come closer while you balanced unevenly half on the ladder and half in the tree.

you had been tasked with looking after the little furry bastard for your elderly neighbour while she went on a month-long cruise she’d won at her weekly bingo. it had been seven days of relatively smooth sailing on both sides, but it seemed misty had decided to end your streak when he made a break for it that morning just as you’d opened the front door, taking the chance to sprint up the nearest tree on the sidewalk, meowing and kicking up a fuss as you chased after him, spitting insults all the while.

despite all of your efforts over the last few days - and years prior living next door - mr mistoffelees seemed to hate your guts and had set out to make the time you spent with him in the morning and evening as close to living hell as he could. you’d never met a cat so particular and snooty.

you were just grateful it wasn’t a work day so you had the time to spare trying to bribe the ginger cat down from his perch, his bright eyes peering down his nose at you as you uselessly cooed and trilled and shook treats at him like a loon.

“please misty, my arms are tired and my neighbours have probably already lost all respect for me,” you groaned. it turned into a huff when he turned away to clean his paws, ignoring you again. “you win! there, happy? you furry little orange devil, you fucking win!”

throwing your hands up in defeat you slumped onto your neighbour’s garden wall and tried to ignore the giggling teens across the road enjoying your breakdown.

“you don’t live up to your namesake by the way, i remember the weird 2019 movie adaptation. that cat was nice,” you said pointedly. you paused to think. “and black and white, but that’s not the point.”

you pulled out your phone and skimmed the articles you’d pulled up advising you on how to get a stuck cat out of a tree.

misty wasn’t necessarily stuck, or it wasn’t yet confirmed that he was, but he wasn’t technically an outdoor cat either so you didn’t feel comfortable leaving him there to figure out his own way down. and you could tell if he was up there much longer he’d start to get antsy and as much as he got on your nerves, you’d never want him to get hurt.

you looked back down at your phone at the last option all of the articles suggested. you had plans that afternoon, and it wasn’t looking like your neighbour’s cat was moving anytime soon, so you were left with no other option.

“911, what’s your emergency? fire, police or ambulance?” the operator answered immediately.

you felt your heart race a little, nervous to have called when it didn’t feel like a real emergency.

“hi, uhm, i’m sorry. i think i need fire? my cat is uh, is stuck in a fucking tree,” you mumbled, contrite.

“no worries, we’ll have someone with you right away, what is your location?”

you spouted off your address and felt a little less tense at the reassuring tone the operator used before hanging up.

you weren’t waiting long before you saw the truck at the end of the street and you flickered your gaze up to your neighbour’s cat once more; part of you hoping he’d jump down so you could hide inside and pretend all of it had never happened and the other part hoping he didn’t choose this moment to move easily and embarrass you further in front of the firefighters. it already felt like a waste of time for them, that would just be the cherry on top.

the truck pulled up next to you and a handsome man with a mohawk leant out of the window and waved with a cheery smile.

“need a hand?”

“yeah, he’s being pretty stubborn about it,” you said and waved up at the tree, shuffling from foot to foot self-consciously.

“ah that looks like a job for our best man, don’ya agree, si? think this requires garrick’s expertise,” the man said again, smirking at the man sat next to him up front.

“seems right. never liked heights ma’self,” the other man, si, said deadpan.

you frowned, wondering how in the hell he managed to become a fireman if that was true, but before you could open your mouth the back door of the truck opened.

“alright, shu’rup already,” the handsome man said as he got out, rolling his eyes. “if you’re too lazy to do your job, just say so, ‘tav.”

“oi! i’d be happy to help the bonnie thing with their pussy, but ah thought you might appreciate stretching yer legs,” ‘tav huffed from the window.

you flushed at his words and looked back to misty with a new wave of bone tiredness waving over you.

christ alive. you didn’t have it in you to deal with handsome firefighters and dumb innuendos right now, thanks.

“sorry about him, we don’t usually let him interact with the public,” the firefighter from the back seat, garrick, said as he got to the tree next to you and you snorted. he introduced himself once your shoulders had lost their tense hold. “i’m kyle.”

you introduced yourself before waving up to the cat. “the shithead is mr mistoffelees.” at kyle’s raised eyebrows you flushed and silently cursed out your sweet, musical-loving neighbour. “not my choice of name. he’s not actually my cat either, i’m looking after him for my neighbour,” you said a little too quickly.

“ahh ok,” kyle nodded. he tested the balance of the ladders against the tree. “musical or book?”

“hm?” you frowned as he started to climb your neighbour’s unsteady ladders, already able to reach higher than you and willing to trust them to hold his weight on the highest step.

“your neighbour, is she a fan of the musical or the book? my mum used to love t. s. eliot, so i know probably more than i should about it,” he joked, slowly reaching his hand out for misty to sniff at.

“oh? i don’t know, i think it’s the musical,” you said, suddenly feeling wrong-footed for assuming that this handsome, burly man wouldn’t know shit about cats the 80’s hit musical. and it only got worse when your warning about mr mistoffelees was cut off by the cat himself. “he’s a little nervous around strangers, so he—.”

misty practically jumped into kyle’s arms at that, letting out a deep, dumbly purr as the man struggled to keep his balance for a moment before climbing down with a laugh.

that little furry shit.

not that you could blame him for leaping into kyle’s arms at the first chance. you finally took the time to look him up and down now that the cat was in safe hands. you let your eyes linger on his broad smile and kind eyes, his strong arms and hands that carefully cradled your neighbour’s cat close to a firm chest. his soft laugh further churned the fluttery feeling growing in your stomach and you cleared your throat when you remembered his squad still sat in the truck nearby, likely watching you gape and drool over their colleague.

“thanks,” you said, hoping you hadn’t been too obvious. “i think i’d have been stood here all day if you hadn’t have stopped by.”

“it’s what we’re here for,” kyle said easily, shrugging as he came to stand before you. “plus, it’s always easy when the callers are so pretty.”

“hah! right, yeah he’s a cutie,” you said and wiggled your fingers at misty, letting him bat at them.

kyle waited for you to look up before replying.

“i meant you,” he said a little sheepishly.

“oh.” you stared at him for a moment before misty interrupted, fussing and wiggling in his arms until kyle was letting him go to land on the floor. he trotted towards the front door, sitting expectantly as he waited for you to go open it for him, big eyes unblinking as he stared down the garden path at the pair of you.

“he seems like a handful,” kyle said.

“you have no idea,” you grumbled.

“well if you ever need a hand getting him out of a tree again, you should gimme a call,” kyle said with a hopeful smile. “or if you just wanted to go for a drink maybe?”

“i should… call you?” you asked, confused when he made no move to give you his number.

he nodded.

“like, how? on the emergency number?” you hinted.

“ah fuck,” he swore and patted at his pockets. you heard the scotsman laugh from the truck and hid your own teasing smile behind your hand.

“you can just put it in my phone,” you said and ended his misery trying to find his phone in all of his layers by handing him your own unlocked.

he took it with a grin. “text me, yeah?”

you nodded, biting your lip as you took your phone back. “yeah.”

“come on, gaz. you’ve saved the day, now move your arse!” a rough voice called from the truck.

you huffed a laugh and looked back to misty still sat at the front door, his expression getting sourer by the minute as he was made to wait.

“you should go,” you said with a nod to the truck before pointing over your shoulder at the cat. “and i should too.”

“yeah, ok, right. i’ll uh, speak to you soon,” he said as he walked backwards towards the truck.

“yeah, promise.”

you felt that fluttery feeling come back as you let mister mistoffelees into your neighbour’s house and waved at the truck as it drove off. the giddy excitement had your fingers and toes tingling in anticipation.

you grabbed a couple of treats for misty and put them in his bowl.

“quite the wingman when you want to be, huh, mistoffelees?” you said, looking at the new number in your phone and smiling when the ginger cat briefly brushed along your legs. “yeah, you’re not so bad.”

#i just really like the idea that gaz’s mum read to him as a kid growing up #and when they got through all of his books they moved onto some of hers #and old possums book of practical cats was one they went back to often bc of the rhymes and the drawings and the silliness #also a bit of shy gaz is good for the soul sometimes even tho i eat up confident kyle like it’s one of my five a day #gaz x reader #kyle garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #stellewrites fics #gender neutral reader

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total-drama-brainrot · 6 months

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TD World Tour AU, where Noah doesn't tell Owen that Alejandro is an eel in London... In Area 51, Noah is accidentally splashed with an alien truth potion (which wears off after a few days) and he talks to Owen... Owen asks Noah what he truly thinks about Alejandro, and Truth-Potion Affected Noah says this: "I have mixed feelings for Alejandro. He's a brilliant, interesting guy and I like him, but I don't trust him. He's like a slippery eel dipped in grease, swimming in motor oil. Basically, Heather with social skills. Wait a minute, why am I telling you this?!"... What if Alejandro secretly heard Noah call him all those conflicting things + Alejandro also learns that Noah is affected with an alien truth potion? 👽

Alright, you got me. I'm an absolute sucker for truth potion plots, especially when the character(s) effected by them are usually either pathological liars or incredibly secretive- of which Noah absolutely falls into the second category, given he shares so little personal information.

I'll gloss over why Noah declined to shit-talk Alejandro in London (though there's so many ways this change in behaviour could be justified) since the focal point of this hypothetical centred around their time in Nevada, so let's start from the beginning of the Area 51 challenge.

Area 51:

Before we start, it'll have to be established that no one was eliminated in London. Let's say that the majority vote went towards Duncan (team CIRRRRH voted him out immediately because they found his re-admission to the competition unfair, I guess. I imagine he'd also vote himself, if not as a plan to escape the competition he'd been actively skiving from, then just as an act of spite) but Chris instead claimed it was a rewards challenge- much like he does in Greece- because he doesn't want to let Duncan slip away again so soon.

I see no reason to alter the first part of the challenge- the sneaking into Area 51 portion- since team CIRRRRH's course of entry is fairly straightforward. Noah's presence doesn't make much of a difference to how it would play out; the majority of them throw their rocks and run, Owen gets lasered over the fence and Owen-napped, ect ect.

When both teams have managed to make their way into the Black Box Warehouse, Noah immediately suggests they should prioritise rescuing Owen. Tyler's quick to agree, since he's a firm believer in the "no man left behind" mentality (and he probably makes a not-so-subtle jab towards Noah for his chance of tune compared to London, where both he and Owen did leave Tyler behind) leaving Duncan and Alejandro to split from the group- Duncan in search of Gwen, and Alejandro just takes the opportunity to finally be free from his 'incompetent teammates' and prioritises finding an artifact.

Noah and Tyler come across the contraption Owen's trapped in, Tyler punches it in a futile effort to break it open, and the face hugger cube drops into Noah's hands. This is where the point of divergence comes into play; Tyler has his E.T. moment with one of the face huggers, but Noah- who's a tad bit more observant than Alejandro, and used to dodging surprise attacks from his various older siblings (and Izzy)- anticipates his own face hugger attack and promptly starts a game of cat-and-mouse with a taser alien hot on his heels.

The commotion of which attracts the rest of his team. Alejandro and Duncan arrive on the scene to see Tyler being electrocuted by an alien and Noah running in circles evading another.

Duncan attempts to rip the face hugger from Tyler's face, finding success at the cost of sending Tyler trampling into Owen's captive contraption (essentially taking Alejandro's canonical place in this scene) and inadvertently freeing Owen.

Meanwhile, Alejandro swipes up the nearest box he can find and snags the alien chasing Noah, who's still very loudly panicking as he flees, and succeeds! The alien is swiftly captured into the box, netting team CIRRRRH their artifact, and Noah promptly goes careening into the nearest tower of junk in his face hugger-fuelled hysteria. This causes another box to topple from the peak of the tower, landing directly on Noah's head and spilling its contents onto the bookworm- glass vials filled with a mysterious, luminescent cobalt blue liquid shatter into pieces drenching Noah in whatever they contained. (i.e. truth potion.)

Owen has his false-amnesia moment, characterised by his Joker makeover, and Alejandro enacts his revenge post-hypnotic suggestion after being addressed as "Al" one too many times.

Noah, understandably, swiftly objects to Owen's treatment and demands that Alejandro snap him out of it. Alejandro concedes, and Owen's brought back to himself. At least, for a moment, before the fatigue of having his mind messed with sends Owen into near-catatonia (the same as canon), meaning he has to be ferried through the Warehouse and back to the Jet by Alejandro and Duncan.

Things carry on canonically from there; Noah's just sort of there for the most part, though there'd be a minor hint to his newfound proclivity for honesty. Something along the lines of him giving an uncharacteristically honest answer to Owen as to who he's voting- Tyler, of course, since he was the one who ultimately threw the challenge for them... and also because Tyler still holds some resentment towards Noah for what happened in London, and Noah feels guilty about it every time he looks at the jock. Wait, why did he say that?

Sometime between this and the elimination scene, Noah wipes the truth-goop off of himself, but not before the effects have already started.

Tyler's voted out, yada yada yada.

The Jet:

Thus begins the start of "Picnic at Hanging Dork". Team CIRRRRH, consisting of just Alejandro, Duncan, Owen and Noah, are slumming it up in the Economy Cabin. Alejandro tries to rally his team by asking how to break apart Courtney and Heather's tentative co-operation. Owen suggests having Alejandro seduce Heather, since it worked for both Bridgette and Leshawna. Duncan makes his "Babe Olympics" comment. Noah pipes up that playing with someone's feelings is pretty scummy, even for someone competing for a million dollars.

Alejandro takes Noah's reluctance towards his methodology poorly; he hadn't spoken up before, when Alejandro had utilized the same strategy against other girls- and even Owen noticed that, so surely Noah did too- so why was he to outwardly against him using the same tricks? Duncan agrees, and offers ''his'' idea of having Alejandro flirt with Courtney to throw both her and Heather off their games (since Heather has an obvious crush on Alejandro), and things follow canon.

Then, the scene between Alejandro and Courtney happens. Noah scoffs at the display from the side lines, prompting Owen to ask him why he's so against Alejandro's plan.

"I mean, you never said anything before, when he flirted with Bridgette and Leshawna." Owen comments, light-hearted in nature but with an underlying questioning tone.

Noah's eyes flicker with a cobalt glow, easily mistaken for a trick of the light, and he speaks without even thinking.

"Yeah, because I was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. Bridgette was happenstance, and Leshawna's whole deal could've been a coincidence, or some massive misunderstanding. But this?" Noah extends an accusing hand out towards a smug looking Alejandro, then pans it over to a flattered Courtney, "He's outright toying with Courtney's feelings after she was cheated on in front of an international audience. It's scummy."

Owen nods in understanding, momentary contemplation evident in the pouted curve of his lips, and he chimes in.

"Does that mean you don't like Al?"

"I never said that."

"Well, how do you feel about him, then?"

Again, a flash of blue light against the hickory backdrop of Noah's eyes, and he responds thoughtlessly.

"I guess I have mixed feelings about him. On the one hand, he's slippery, like an eel dipped in grease, swimming in motor oil. He's like if you took all of the worst aspects of Heather, wrapped them up in a pretty package, and gave them social skills..." He holds his hands out before him in a scale-like manner, with the left tipped downwards and tie right raised by his chin. Then, the two hands swap positions.

"And on the other hand, he's brilliant. I've never met anyone as talented as Alejandro; he's smart, he's athletic, he's funny. It's almost unfair just how perfect everything about him is- even his face is perfect. It's ridiculous! Infuriating, even. It's so hard to dislike him, even when I know he's bad news, but that doesn't mean I trust him."

Owen stands slack jawed beside his best friend, both impressed and stunned at the raw honesty of Noah's tirade. Noah, now a little more aware of himself, realises that he's said more than he intended to- more than he thinks he's ever spoken in one go throughout the entirety of Total Drama. He's not usually one for speeches, after all, let alone honest ones.

He's always been the type to play his cards close to his chest, so why...?

"I, uh, didn't mean to go off like that."

And he also didn't mean to admit it, either. What was going on?

The look Owen gives him is, in a word, vivid. The blonde has a shit-eating grin stretching across his face, a sort of elated smugness practically glowing from his features.

"Sounds like someone has a cruuuush!~"

What? No? No! Not at all, where would Owen even get that idea?!

Noah splutters to correct Owen's assumption (to disastrous results, because he does sort-of has a crush on Alejandro, so the truth potion doesn't allow him to outright deny it), and in his preoccupied state he misses how a calculating pair of sage green eyes never seems to stray from him.

Alejandro has a lot to think about in regards to a certain cynic, it seems.

#I'd like to apologise for taking this idea and running with it.#Cutting myself off here before I breach 2k+ words or else I'll be here all day.#Sort of entered actual Writing Mode at the end there instead of Outline Mode but this idea is. So Full Of Potential I couldn't help myself.#But from here it'd basically be Alejandro using his newfound knowledge of Noah's crush on him to his advantage.#Whilst Noah's doing his best (and failing) to deny that he has any feelings for Alejandro.#Eventually leading to the two of them having a Bonding Moment where Alejandro gets Noah to divulge some personal information.#And in turn- or an effort to garner some trust (to be abused later)- Alejandro also lets himself be vulnerable towards Noah.#Something something Alejandro tries to use Noah as a pawn but ends up catching feelings of his own.#Then of course the potion wears off and Noah goes back to being just as prickly and standoffish as he was before.#A point of conflict maybe? Imagine bearing your soul out to someone only for them to close themself off to you not even days afterwards.#...Also imagine being practically forced to divulge information about yourself to someone you don't trust because of a truth potion.#Oh yeah. That's some good angst material right there.#Especially is you have Alejandro be- if not fully aware- than at least suspect that Noah's not being agreeable on his own terms.#Anon why have you given me The Thoughts?? I can't keep brainstorming AUs when I already have fics to work on!!#ophe's ranting in the tags again #total drama #td noah #td alejandro #team chris is really really really really hot #alenoah #-ish #silly ideas #other's ideas #long post #replies #kinda drafty in here (posts from the drafts)

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