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“Get over yourself, McLean” - Chris McLean x reader
Author’s Note: I honestly don’t know but enjoy anyway. Reader is gender-neutral.
Warning: TOXIC LOVE
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There’s a lot of things you could say about Chris McLean. Of course, you could go on and on about his charming attitude with the cameras or his brilliant ideas when it comes to reality TV. You could also say a few things about his personal life too.
When his current manager called you one evening to ask if you would consider taking a position in McLean’s new show, you almost hung up. There was no way you were working with your ex-boyfriend of all people. However, being the respectable and polite celebrity you were, you allowed them to explain the situation.
You still chuckle at yourself for accepting. They reciprocated with eager that they needed a co-host for an upcoming show called Total Drama Island. They wanted someone more level-headed to contrast from Chris’s boisterous personality. It will consist of twenty-two contestants going through different trials put on by Chris, all competing for tabloid fame and a small fortune. Even if he was striking by himself, the show would do so much better with someone to balance the care for the campers. Who better than the old power duo of (Y/N) (L/N) and Chris McLean?
You knew what they were actually doing, a wolf in sheep’s clothing scenario. The directors wanted a host romance, or at least allow the audience to make up theories about your relationship with the Host with the Most. Honestly, you didn’t care. There was no way you were falling in love with him again. You only had to deal with him for eight weeks, then never see his stupid face for the next decade.
When your yacht came up onto the dock of the island, you immediately cringed by the smell that hung in the air. The island itself featured a few rickety cabins and a mess hall that looked like it was minutes from collapsing. You almost felt bad for the teenagers who would be staying here, but it’s not like they didn’t sign a contract. Even if they were promised a stay at a five-star resort.
“Let me help you with your bags,” a gruff voice says from behind you. You recognized it to be Chef, an old friend of Chris. You recall that he’s a rough character, but he was always kind to you. You assume it was because you were Chris’s old sweetheart. He was invited to the wedding, after all. Times do change, don’t they?
“Sure. Didn’t think I’d see you here. Nice to see you again,” you say sweetly, handing him one of your bags.
“Yeah… I didn’t think I would be here either,” Chef grumbles, taking another suitcase and throwing it over his shoulder, “I’m surprised you actually showed up.”
“Come on, it’s not like me to put down a challenge! Mind showing me where we’re staying?”
He nods, walking past you with a rugged smile. “It’s just, you and Chris… You fell out, yeah? When was the last time you talked?”
“The campers are sure in for a treat when they arrive, huh?” You say, stretching your arms over your head with a yawn.
“Short Stack,” he answers with the nickname he used to call you, “You know he’ll wanna talk to you.”
“I’m an adult, Chef. I know what I got myself into.”
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Actually, seeing Chris was harder than you thought it was going to be. You wanted to run and hide as you made your way back to the dock. The first episode was airing tonight, and the crew wanted to make sure everything was prepared for when the contestants arrived. Old memories swirl in your thoughts as he turns in your direction. As much as you wanted to turn away from his overambitious smile, you had to stay professional. The camera crew gets you mic-ed up, before directing you to your designated spot.
“I’m so stoked you accepted the offer,” Chris grins.
“I don’t usually decline a gig either,” you reply coolly as you straighten the creases of your sheer blouse.
“Starting in five!” Someone calls out.
“So excited to work with you again! Just like old times, huh?” He says with the same enthusiasm he always has. He places an arm around you, rubbing your side.
You smack his hand away. “We are co-worker, Mr. McLean. Act like it.”
“I am!” He whines as he shakes the stinging sensation from his fingers. “(Y/N)-bear, no need to be that way!”
“Don’t call me that!”
“You used to love it.”
“Key word: used to. Get over yourself, McLean.”
Chris is quiet for a moment, folding his arms over his chest. “You’re still mad about that?”
Your eyes narrow at him, and he frowns for the first time.
“You know it wasn’t like that,” He pouts.
“I’m not talking about this,” you hiss through your teeth.
“She flirted first-”
“It was a freaking interview- shut up. Just shut your mouth. We are here to host, nothing more. I’m not here to start up old drama.”
“See a yacht- starting in 5, 4, 3. 2,- ACTION!” A director announces.
Both you and Chris beam for the cameras. You stood tall, putting on a friendly façade for the viewers. On the inside, you wanted to strangle Chris.
“Welcome back to Total Drama Island!” Chris proclaims, his arms stretched out wide, “I’m your host, Chris McLean, with everyone’s beloved (Y/N) (L/N)!”
“Great to be here, Chris!”
“Awesome. It’s time to meet our first eleven campers!”
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