Total drama x reader one shots n stuff

Noah x reader // "Whelp, im tried."

On the steps to the Screaming Gophers cabin, sat Noah, nose in a book-like always a day after the horror themed episode, 'hook line and screamer', (in this universe he stays in the competition this far)
He never got scared necessarily, I mean, he was worried and suspicious, but not scared. He has to much of and idgaf attitude. He was defiantly not scared enough to throw Izzy in front of a psycho killer, scream half the episode, or boot someone in the face, but we was definitely scared.

It was about 7:30ish in the morning, the sun shone like always, he'd been up for 30 minutes or so, he was an early bird, much like yourself.
You opened the cabin doors, yawning, and outstretching your arms.

"Hey brainiac," you greeted, sitting yourself down next to him. He glanced at you,
"Hey 'weird-nickname-giver," he retorted, you scoffed dramatically.
"Do you do anything but read?" You questioned, looking over his shoulder, blush dusted his cheeks once he noticed you. "What book are you even reading?"
"(Book/you/like)." He stated flatly, still focused on the book.
"You took my book suggestion." You said confidently.
"Wait...how did you even get that book?"

"I have my ways."
"I knew you liked me."
"Don't get used to it."
"You'll come around eventually,"

(Later that day, in the mess hall)

You sat next to Gwen, she flipped her hair behind her shoulder, you noticed her writing in her journal.
"Hey Gwen," you smiled at her,
"Hey (Name)"
"What're you writing?" You asked, trying to peak over her shoulder.
"Just boring stuff, last challenge, money, youknow,"

Noah noticed you talking to Gwen, he noticed how you got along with basically everyone, you could be anyones friend, not matter how closed off or intimidating they were. He didn't even notice he was staring until you glanced at him, and waved. He blinked twice, then quickly put his nose back in his book.
He would never admit it, but he liked you, like, a lot.
He didn't know how or why, but you just made him blush.

You were an extroverted person who could just get along with people, you were accepting, and fun to be around. (Sorry if you aren't like this irl, it's for the story)
While he was judgmental, kept to himself, and didn't get along with most.
So how in the world did he fall for you?
It didn't matter, because he just did. He would notice small things about you. Like how you make faces when you read or draw, how you fidgeted with your hands when you were nervous, or how you were always open minded and optimistic even if you running from and escaped psycho killer with a chainsaw and a hook. Yet somehow, someway, you always had managed to make him blush.
I mean look at you, you were confident, kind, AND handsome/gorgeous.

His thoughts were interrupted when you heard you laugh, apparently, Gwen had made you laugh. You wrapped your arm around her, Noah clutched his book tight. Jealousy was not his things, but sometimes, how other people act with you, just made him feel, well, jealous.
You saw the death glare Noah was shooting at Gwen,

"Hey, I'll be right back, Kay?"
Gwen nodded,

You sat yourself down next to Noah, smiling.
"Whats got your books in a bunch?" You questioned playfully, angling yourself to look him in the eye. He glanced at you, then back at (book/you/like).
"That's for me to know, and you to leave alone." He stated flatly.
"Yeah? Because from the looks of it, your jealous." You said, playfully leaning closer to him.
Blush rose to his cheeks.
"What makes you think that, genius?" He smirked.
"I can tell, I'm not stupid." You stated.
No comment from Noah. He did blush a little though.
"Your really fun to tease you know." You commented. He blushed harder. You smirked, getting up from the table and leaving the mess hall all together. Leaving Noah, sitting. Alone.

He just couldn't escape you. I mean, you were on an island, but still. No matter where he went you somehow ended up there as well. He didn't mind though, just looking your beaming face made him smile. He couldn't take his eyes off of you, he just couldn't.
Eventually, night feel, and Noah, was sitting my the campfire, book in hand, peacefully reading. The sounds of the fire crackling and the owls hooting were very calming.
Then, he heard footsteps along the path to the campfire pit.
Then he saw you. And you saw him.
He would never admit it, but he was reviled it was you, you and no one else.
You looked stunning, even if you were only in comfy clothes.

"Hey Noah," you greeted cheerfully,
He loved the way you said his name.
"Hey." He greeted back,
"What's up? Haven't seen you since breakfast." You stated, sitting your self on the stump next to him.
"Reading." He started, "what are you even doing up here? Don't you normally hang out with your cabin mates at this time?" He asked, glancing at you suspiciously.
"Yeah. But I noticed someone was up here and wanted to check it out." You began "and I'm pleasantly surprised that it's you." You said, looking up at the night sky.
"Y-your happy that I'm up here and not one of your friends?" He stammered, confused. Blush rose to his ears and cheeks.
"Mhm. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my friends, but I just want to be by someone who's more chill, you know?" You said. "I wanna be around you."
"You want to be around me?" Noah gave another confused yet flustered look, his book now partially closed.
"Are you deaf?" You laughed, "you keep repeating everything I say."
"I actually like you a lot more than the other competitors," you continued, smirking.

You liked him more than everyone else here? More than Lashawna? More than Gwen? More than Duncan?
You must have been messing with his head on purpose. There's not way.

"Really?" He asked sarcastically.
"100% true."
He looked at you, a puzzling look on his face, like he was inspecting you. You burst out into giggles and laughs.
"Im sorry! Your face is just to cute!" You managed to say in between laughs.
He was quick to blush, his face lit up. His lips quivering slightly.
He was in disbelief. You, one of the prettiest/most handsome people on the island though he was cute? His heart skipped a beat.

You yawned, snapping him back to reality. He looked at you, and you looked at him. Both your faces illuminated by the campfire. You looked softly at him, then at his lips.
Standing up, you walked over to him, he seemed to still be in shock.
"Whelp. I'm tried, I'll see you in the morning." And before he could respond, you placed a soft kiss on his head, chucking as you walked away from the fire, once again, leaving him alone.

(1148 words, I'll try and make longer ones. Anywayy, I'm taking requests, have a good day/nigh, ily)