#platonic chrindsay

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Made some platonic Chrindsay content because I am deprived.

Just as a bit of an explanation, this is sort of my own little AU that I thought up. Pretty much, it combines Total Drama Island with Total DramaRama.

Chris is a teenager, who is forced to keep an eye on a bunch of seven-year-olds (yes, I aged them up in this AU) because his parents think it'll teach him "important life lesson skills," or something like that. Honestly, he could care less the reasoning behind it, and he could care less about the kids.

Well, that's what he tells himself at least.

Bonus image of what Lindsay was drawing:

[real-total-drama-takes]

Not sure if this is considered a hot take or just very specific to me personally, but I feel like the fandom sleeps on Platonic Chrindsay (I’m stressing the PLATONIC aspect here).

Like, Chris and Lindsay have a great dynamic, and it just makes me sad no one is really exploring it. There’s less than a handful of fics for them, and I wish there was more, because they have so much friendship potential.

Like, I could picture them just meeting up for lunches on occasion after Total Drama has been done and over with, and just catching up on different things. Chris asks about the other campers, and Lindsay is happy to tell him how they’ve been.

I don’t know, I just. Something about their friendship is wholesome to me.

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So Simple, yet so Sweet

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

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

Anyhow, enjoy reading!

Paring(s): Lindsay & Chris McLean

Word Count: 443

Summary: Lindsay has a surprise for Chris.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Open your eyes!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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How…

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

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

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

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Just a Coffee

(A/N): First of all, before anyone asks, yes, this is extremely self indulgent. Second off, I mostly wrote this to somewhat explore Lindsay and Chris’ dynamic. Also, I might continue this? Probably not, but we’ll see if I’m motivated at all.

Paring(s): Lindsay & Chris McLean

Word Count: 1,191

Summary: Chris hadn't intended to get his own coffee, but one messed up order and one fired intern later, he found himself standing outside the coffee shop a few blocks away.

"Unbelievable," Chris grumbled under his breath, tossing the still warm latte into the nearest trash can, "How hard could it possibly be to get my order right? I even wrote it down for them!" he ranted to no one in particular. That was the fifth time, within two weeks, that someone had gotten his order wrong. Could you really blame him for getting frustrated?

Chef couldn't help but roll his eyes at the TV host, briefly recalling the memory of Chris barking out his order, while the intern frantically wrote it out on a piece of paper, "If you're really that upset about the whole thing, why don't you just get your own fancy shmancy drink?" he proposed, meeting Chris' bewildered stare.

"Get… my own… latte?"

It was as if the thought hadn't even crossed his mind—which it hadn't. Why would he bother with such a trivial thing when he had better things to do, like literally anything else?

Chef nodded, "There's a coffee place nearby," he gestured towards the exit of the building, "So it's not like you'll be walking far."

Chris hummed, resting his chin in the palm of his hand as he thought over his options. He'd lose the joys of firing any intern who messed up his order, but he'd also finally get his coffee just the way he liked it. Making people suffer, or his own wants and needs…

Wait, why was this even a dilemma?

"You know what? I think I will get my own coffee from now on," he crossed his arms and grinned, a satisfied look on his face, "Man, I can't believe I didn't think of that sooner."

Chef sighed heavily, shaking his head in mild annoyance as he watched Chris head out of the building. It was times like these, some small part of him missed being in the Army.

———

It was a cozy little building with a chalkboard sign sitting just outside the door, listing off the day's specials in different colors. Several plants were intricately placed on the windowsill, causing a sense of unease to settle in Chris' stomach. Anything that looked that cheerful must have something wrong with it, if he was going off of his prime example (himself).

Nevertheless, he still needed his coffee, and the only way he'd get it is through that door. Letting out a long sigh, he entered the building, causing a faint ding to fill the quiet room.

"Hello!" a cheerful blond greeted him from behind the counter, "Welcome to…" she seemed to trail off, gaze shifting down as she tapped her chin in thought, muttering quietly to herself.

Chris raised an eyebrow, the faintest of smirks pulling at his face. Did she... forget the name of the café?

"Um… hm… welcome to…" she squinted at her surroundings, gaze searching for where she might find an answer. After a minute, she smiled, eyes going wide, "Oh! Welcome to Brew-ti-ful Coffee and Bakery!" she grinned, meeting Chris' stare, "What can I get you today?"

His eyes skimmed over the baked goods on display, unable to keep the smirk off his face, "Looks like the pastries aren't the only thing here that's brew-ti-ful," he hummed, giving the barista a quick once over as he leaned against the counter.

"Well, duh," she crossed her arms, still smiling, "The coffee is too! That's why it's part of the name."

A small, almost breathless, laugh escaped Chris before he had the chance to stop it, "Well, nothing gets by you, now does it?" he turned his focus to the menu, absentmindedly drumming his fingers on the counter. There were so many options to choose from, and so little time to pick. He did still have a show to host, after all.

And yet, some part of him felt the need to take his time. The world did revolve around him, all things considered.

"What would you recommend, Lindsay?"

She gasped, "How did you know my name?" she asked, an excited glint in her eyes, "Are you, like, psychic or something? Oh, oh! Can you read minds?" she frantically asked, bouncing up and down at the thought, "What number am I thinking of?"

There was a shift in his stomach and, once again, a laugh broke out of him, "Actually…" he admitted, gesturing to the tag on her apron, "I just read your name tag."

Her face fell into confused disappointment, "So, you're not psychic?"

"I'm not, but I think you might be," Chris was still smiling, still bidding time, still ignoring the feeling that had settled in his chest, "You spend so much time in my mind, I should charge you rent."

Lindsay tilted her head to the side, "Do I? How much do you need?" her voice seemed to grow quiet as she spoke, digging through her wallet, "I mean, I've only got a little money, cause Heather used most of it to buy her lunch, but—"

Without hesitating, Chris quickly interrupted her, listing off his order at record speed, in an attempt to drop the previous remark before it got too out of hand. Lindsay carefully pinned it into the register, nodding her head to show she was listening, her wallet having been placed back in her pocket.

"What's the name?" she asked, sharpie and cup in hand, staring at him expectantly.

Despite himself, Chris let a beat of silence pass between them as he glanced around the very empty building before turning back to Lindsay, "Chris."

She hummed, writing down the name, then turning to work on the order. Chris watched as she briefly struggled with getting the drink put together, knocking over various items in an attempt to get what she needed.

"This your first day?" he couldn't help but ask, trying to bite back the amusement in his voice.

"Nope!" Lindsay replied cheerfully, "I've been working here since summer break started."

"Really?" he blinked in surprise. She had been working here for almost four weeks and she still had trouble remembering the name of the place?

"Yep!" she turned towards him, holding out the paper cup, "Here you go!"

He took the drink carefully, "Right, well, it was nice talking with you."

Chris nearly froze at the statement, but tried not to let his shock show on his face, waving goodbye as he left. He never liked talking to anyone, save for a very select few.

"Bye! Come again, soon!" Lindsay called after him, returning his wave as the door's bell chimed once again to indicate Chris' departure.

It felt funny, the whole thing. He was sure Chef would get a laugh out of it, at the very least. A sigh escaped him as he looked down at the drink, hesitant to even try it, with how much of a mess she made putting it together. Though, all that hesitation seemed to vanish when the name she had written on the cup caught his attention.

Chip.

"Huh…" he smiled gently, taking a drink as he started his walk back to his studio. Almost surprisingly, she actually got his order right. Definitely surprisingly, he silently decided he'd go back there again.

[real-total-drama-takes]

Hey, I’m that one anon that briefly talked about platonic Chrindsay, and in it I mentioned how Lindsay and Chris would probably meet up for lunches and stuff, which got me thinking.

Most of the campers would definitely avoid him like the plague, but I like to imagine that when he does end up running into them outside of the show, he’s definitely still his usual self, but dialed down just a bit.

Like, he runs into Sammy at one point, when she’s trying to find some time for herself, and at first she’s like, “Oh, great, this freakin guy again.” But they actually end up having a pretty decent conversation, and Chris actually calls her by her name, which throws her for a loop, because she’s like, “You’ve never called me that before, what???” And he just shrugs, like, “Anyone that can come up with a plan as devious as you did is worthy of my respect.”

What I’m saying is, I need more fics of Chris running info cast members post seasons and just like. Vibing with them.

He’s a pretty devious and downright insane person, but I like to think he still has just a little bit of a heart somewhere in there.

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