Your highschool AU gives me life so I was thinking, what if the gang and MC are at their school at night because they're going to do a 'test of courage' but at some point mc and their s/o get separated from the other group and a scared MC reveals that they're afraid of the dark aaand what would the scenario be for all of the chars with mc if that happened ?
omg this is so good i HAVE TO
Yoosung and MC alone in the dark? no problem, he’ll be totally cool and-
except that it’s a HUGE problem
because Yoosung is afraid of the dark too
he’s so scared that he cant even enjoy the fact that MC just asked if they could hold his hand
“uh, yea, s-sure…”
oh no their hand is so warm
Yoosung is so laser focused on finding everyone else that every little thing makes him jump
but MC is scared, too, so the two are just a yelping mess, holding onto each other in the darkness
one leaf rustles and all of a sudden its a scream-fest with these two
great, the one time me and MC get close i’m too busy being afraid for my LIFE to enjoy it
just my luck
he makes it a goal to get over his fear of the dark so that the next time him and MC are alone in the woods at night together, he’ll be ready
engage hero mode
“dont worry, i’ll protect you”
MC is clinging so close to him he’s practically carrying them
and boy, he is loving every second
he loves playing the role of protector and he thinks the way MC squeezes his hand is so adorable, and of course he’s not afraid of the dark i mean what reason does he have to-
HOLY SHIT SOMETHING JUST MOVED IN THOSE BUSHES
Zen goes from calm and collected to violently moving his flashlight to point it at a bush
of course, MC freaks out even more
“Zen, what is it?!”
“i dont know, but whatever it is, i’ll protect you from it”
please dont be something scary please dont be something scary please dont be something scary
“well…its gone now. we have nothing to fear, sweetheart”
ZEN LOWKEY LETS OUT THE BIGGEST SIGH OF RELIEF
HE REALLY THOUGHT HE WAS GOING TO HAVE TO FIGHT A BEAR OR SOMETHING
which, i mean, he would do for MC in a heartbeat
but if it can be helped, he’d rather not
Jaehee would try to comfort MC in all the wrong ways
she says with a smooth voice, while gently rubbing MC’s shoulders:
“a fear of the dark isnt practical”
“even if there was something scary, its dark so we cant see it, therefore we cant be bothered by it”
“if there was a murderer in this forest they would have killed us by now”
“big animals sleep at night for the most part, and they dont like to eat humans”
suddenly in the middle of her “comforting” speech, Jaehee hears sobs
“MC, whats wrong?”
“Jaehee, your’re freaking me out!!”
Jaehee is racking her brain for the right thing to say
she decides to take MC’s hand
“i guess what i’m trying to say is that everything will be alright”
MC pulls Jaehee a little closer and puts their hear of her shoulder
“thats all i wanted to hear”
at first Jumin is kind of like why are you so close to me
can we…..personal space, please?
and then when MC tells him about their fear of the dark he’s more like
once Jumin realizes whats happening, he understands that its important to comfort MC
he may be socially inept but he’s not a heartless robot, no matter what Seven says
he would remind MC to stay close to him
he’d probably be the one to suggest they hold hands
“do you want my jacket, too?”
“dont worry, i’m not going anywhere”
walks with one around around MC
immediately takes advantage of the situation
“why are you walking so close to me? what, do you like me or something?”
“no, you jerk!!”
scaring MC every two seconds
he would probably keep doing it until they started crying, then we would panic
“hey hey whats wrong? i’m just goofing off!!”
“Seven, cant you see that you’re freaking me out?”
“oh i’m..i’m sorry…i just wanted to mess around a little…”
he would put one arm around MC and pull them in while they walk, unzipping his hoodie so that MC is kinda cradled inside with him
“Seven, you’re an asshole, yknow that?”
“yea, i know. but at least now we’ve confirmed that i’m the scariest thing out here”
until they found the other Seven would walk with MC snuggled into his jacket
THANKS FOR READING!!! MORE HIGH SCHOOL AU COMING SOON ^^
“I can’t believe you two freaked out”, you stated. “Um, excuse me? It growled at us!” Stiles tried to defend. “Why do you keep this mut anyways? it’s freaking scary.” Scott added. “For the same reason I keep you two”, you answered. They gave you a puzzled look. “He keeps me safe.”
A/n: Jughead is becoming infatuated with a photography student who shares the same english class, what happens when y/n may have captured a picture of Jason Blossom’s killer?
Y/n pov -
You were in the dark room just behind the photography studio in school, developing some photos you had taken the night before. Looking back at the photos taken of the River and the nature flourishing around it. No one had really been back to the River since Jason’s body was recovered but you couldn’t help going to capture the beauty around. You loved the way you could create art in one single snap of a second, then the moment was yours to hold forever.
You take a look at one of the photos you took of a tree and notice a figure walking in the background. You couldn’t help the nauseous feeling in your stomach at the fact it could have been someone following you, Jason’s killer even. You push the feeling to the back of your head shaking your head, hanging the photo up to dry. You collect your things and unlock the dark room door opening it only to bump into a chest. You look up to see Jughead Jones, tall dark and handsome, staring at you with his always present pissed off facial expression.
“I’m so sorry Jughead, I wasn’t looking where I was going” you explained looking up to his gaze with apologetic eyes. he simply shuffled passed you awkwardly mumbling an “okay” you just shook your head and walked passed Archie stood next to the door. What were they even doing in the studio they didn’t take photography?
Truth of the matter is you’ve been bumping into Jughead an awful lot lately, you were unsure why because your paths had never crossed before, he just always seems to be around whenever you are lately.
(Later that day)
You sat in your usual booth at Pops, camera in your hands looking through photos you’d recently taken. Regulars of the diner waltz in, Betty, Veronica, Archie and Jughead, they walk straight past you and go over to their usual booth, ordering food and talking intently.
Jughead’s POV -
Me and guys headed to our booth at Pops when I saw her again, just sitting there looking at her camera, she was so captivating I don’t know why but I was just drawn to her. We shared the same English class, she sat three seats away me, everytime I’m near her I just get weird and awkward and end up coming across rude.
“Hey that’s Y/n from English lit right?” Archie suddenly pipes up nodding his head towards the lonesome girl in the booth. “uh yeah, think so” i grumble and put my head down opening up my laptop.
“why don’t you go and sit with her, she’s almost as secluded as you” Veronica jokes lightly pushing my shoulder. “No I don’t wanna sit with her, I don’t even know the girl, besides she’s busy with her camera or whatever” I continue to brush off the people pestering me. “Oh you know you have a crush on her, just go and talk to her” Betty adds.
“Who said I have a crush on her?” I fire back defensively “You did. Just there, stop being so difficult and go talk to the girl” i just frown and shake my head. Archie kicks my leg under the table and gestures towards her.
With a sigh i get up and approach Y/N’s booth, “uh hi mind if I sit?” I ask her she jumps and drops her camera on the table looking up to me with wide eyes. “I uh- yeah sure” I jump down onto the seat beside her and she shuffles round the booth a little. I examine her as she takes a sip from her milkshake and looks back at her camera. “If you don’t mind me asking why are you here?” she quizzes me with a confused look upon her face.
“well, I just noticed you were alone and thought I’d come keep you company, if you don’t mind that is” i replied matter of factly. “So Jughead Jones, perhaps the king of riding solo was concerned for another human beings loneliness” she giggled towards me.
I shook my head with a breathy laugh and look towards her camera.
Y/N POV -
I notice him looking towards my camera and I suddenly become protective, my hands tightening around it slightly. “can I see some of your pictures?” he asks looking genuinely interested, I hesitate before answer slightly pushing it towards him. “ Um they aren’t that great but yeah I guess” I press the play button on my camera and we scroll through the pictures. He gets closer to me as we scroll, his arm leaning behind me on the booth, I subconsciously lean in closer to him as he looks at a picture in more detail.
“Y/N these are incredible, when do you take these?” he inquires looking at the camera amazed, for all the time I’ve known him i’ve never seen him this, well exhilarated he always seems so glum. “Uh these ones are from the summer onwards, I just take pictures when I’m bored, I like capturing a moment and finding beauty in it, I like to think that in some alternate universe everytime I take a picture, time freezes just for a moment. It’s dumb but it’s nice to be optimistic” I let out a small giggle and a smile. He just looks at me in amazement. “That’s kinda beautiful, it’s eccentric, I like it.” he smiles
we scroll through a couple more photos when he discovers something. “hey when was this taken” Jughead says looking intently at the photo by the river, I click on the photo and the date comes up, July 4th. The day Jason went missing at the river I just so happened to be taking photos of. “whats wrong?” I ask looking concerned at the photo.
“Look there’s somebody there, on the other side of the river, behind that tree..” he points out zooming into the photo. “What, no. there can’t be” i breathe out in disbelief, I take the camera and zoom right into the area he was talking about, just there on the screen was a dark figure standing just behind a tree. “ I can’t believe I’ve never seen this before” i say shocked. Jughead’s arm comes down to my side as we examine the photo but it was too dark to see who it was.
“Is there anyway we can make this clearer? you may have caught Jason’s killer on camera” just the thought sent shivers down my spine, I stare blankly for a moment, Jughead’s hand coming in contact with my thigh in a soothing manner, he could tell I was freaked out.
“um I think if i can crop the picture on my laptop and edit it to lower the contrast and adjust the brightness we may be able to see a bit clearer” I say.
“Don’t worry about it right now, lets just forget about it for a while and chill yeah?” he says quietly, still sensing my nervousness towards the situation. “Do you wanna head back to the Drive-In with me?” he suggests a smile on his face.
“the drive-in?” i question “Yea, uh thats where I reside” he says with a beautiful smug look contorted on his face. I just smile and nod and we get up exiting the Diner.
We go to the drive in and Jughead takes me into the projection room where there was a bed set up and a bunch of posters. “wow you’ve got the perfect nihilistic teenage sad boy room, haven’t you” i giggle. “Hey!” He playfully punches my arm “I’m kidding, it’s actually quite perfect” i sigh sitting myself down on his bed. I take my phone out playing some music on a playlist and put it to the side. ‘Heroes’ by David Bowie comes on, Jughead looks at me in disbelief “you like good music too, damn” he says shaking his head, I just laugh and get up off the bed pulling him to dance with me, the silly flailing limbs just displayed the perfectness of the scene. We were two weird lonely kids joining together . Now we just need to discover who was in that photo.
Imagine telling Chris you love him for the first time.
A/N: Finally had some time to just sit and write, so here’s that request from @createdbytinyaddiction. I hope this meets what you requested, my mind’s kinda in holiday mode.
The sun rose over the Manhattan skyline as you awoke from your sleep. Your eyelids fluttered open and you smiled when you remembered you were still camping out in your living room in the fort that you’d made with your boyfriend, Chris, and his adorable co-star, Mckenna, on Thursday night after their movie ‘Gifted’ premiered at the New York Institute of Technology. You’d promised her the last time you saw her at the Los Angeles premiere that you’d let her have a sleepover at your apartment after the New York premiere. She’d been wanting to see your apartment for a while now, from the moment Chris told her about how you had the most beautiful workspace with the prettiest teal blue typewriter- she’d been begging you to see it. Mckenna showed a great deal of interest in creative writing, so it didn’t surprise anyone that when she met Chris’ writer girlfriend that she’d cling onto you.
You didn’t mind though, you found her incredibly adorable and sweet. You remembered meeting her at lunch after she was casted, you’d fell in-love with her immediately. Chris had brought you along because he’d bring you everywhere with him if he could, and usually he could- you were a freelance writer, you could work from anywhere at any time. But you also knew the real reason he’d brought you along was to see you around kids; he was a family man who wanted a family of his own eventually, so he had to make sure the one he was going to settle with had the same family oriented values that he did. Now he knew you had nieces and nephews like he did, but he’d never really seen you with them as you’d only been dating six months. The two of you were still in the honeymoon phase where it was all about the two of you and no one else mattered. You’d met his parents and he’d met yours, but that was it. You were both yet to meet the rest of each others’ families, though plans had been made for the Fourth of July.
Despite the relationship only being six months old, you were both pretty sure about each other already. Even before the meeting with Mckenna went down, Chris had no doubt about you because he knew you shared the same mindset as he did. You may not have been as big a kid person as he was, but you did believe in doing things for the ones you loved and you loved Chris. If he wanted children, you’d have children. Be it for him, or with him- you’d do it because the love you carried for him was indescribable and unconditional, and it was enough to erase any fears and uncertainties that you had about having kids. Before you met Chris, you didn’t understand what your mom meant when she said “when you meet the one you’re meant to be with, you’ll want kids.” After meeting Chris, her words had never been more clear.
The only thing now that was standing in your way of getting that happily ever after was yourselves. Neither of you were fearless enough to push past the concept of time, you both worried that things were progressing faster than they normally should therefore preventing you from professing your love for each other. He didn’t want to scare you away and you didn’t want to scare him away, which was ridiculous because neither of you had plans to go anywhere. One of you just needed to find the guts to pass that first 'I-love-you’ barrier then things were going to fall right into place and you’d both live happily ever after.
“Morning,” you heard Chris whisper as he rolled onto his side, draping his arm over your stomach. You turned to face him, pressing your hand against his stubbly cheek. “How do you always look so beautiful so early in the morning?” He quizzed with a sleepy smile that made your heart flutter.
“I just watch and learn from you,” you answered then giggled when he chuckled. “How’d you sleep?” You asked, running your fingers through his hair which was so much fluffier when he didn’t have any product in it. He groaned as he stretched and you knew sleeping on something other than a bed was starting to take a toll on the body. “Think it’s about time we tear down the fort and sleep in the bedroom?”
“Probably,” he chuckled, resting his arm on your stomach again. “I do like sleeping in this fort though.” You nodded in agreement as you admired the interior; it was a lot prettier at night as there were fairy lights you could turn on. “Mckenna did a great job decorating it, I don’t think we could’ve pulled it off without the kid.”
“Neither,” you agreed with a nod. “She’s pretty talented, that one.” You smiled when you remembered you were having her over again soon. “I can’t wait to see how well my bake day is going to be with her as my sous-chef, I bet she’ll be more helpful than you.” He scoffed, pretending to be more offended than he actually was. “All you do is distract me, I never get anything done with you in the kitchen.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” He smirked and you laughed, squirming when he tickled your sides. “I’m the best sous-chef and you know it,” he poked your cheek and you rolled your eyes, nodding mockingly. “Say it, Y/N.” He tickled your sides again and you laughed. “Say I’m the best sous-chef, say it.” He urged as he continued to tickle you.
“You’re the best sous-chef!” You managed through your laughter and he stopped, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. “You’re the best sous-chef, okay?” You caressed his face in your hand and you rested your forehead against his. “You’re the best sous-chef, the best actor, the best boyfriend. You’re the best everything, Chris,” you told him, smiling as you lost yourself in his kind eyes. “And I love you,” you whispered, completely unaware that that was the first time you’d ever told him that.
“What?” His eyes widened and his lips parted; he may have been waiting to hear those three words for a while now, but it still took him by surprise. “Did you just-” He cut himself off when he saw panic wash over you. “No no no,” he chuckled as he tried to calm you down. “Don’t um- Don’t freak out, Y/N. It’s a good thing, you love me. It’s- it’s fantastic.” You pulled away from him and sat up, burying your face in your hands. “Hey,” he sat up and placed his hand on your back. “Y/N, listen to me. I’m-”
“I’m going to go start breakfast,” you said and quickly scrambled out of the fort and to your feet. Chris followed you, chuckling softly. Your panic rose as you felt his presence right behind you. “Do you want pancakes?” You tried to quicken your pace only to have him stop you by grabbing your wrist in his hand. “You don’t want pancakes?” You mumbled nervously when he spun you around, eyes watching you with an intense gaze.
“Can you shut up for a second?” He asked and you pressed your lips together; he chuckled softly then smiled as he whispered, “I love you too.” Your heart rid itself of all that horror and panic, and sang a thousand melodies. “I love you so much, Y/N. You don’t even know how long I’ve been wanting to tell you how much. If you didn’t say it then, I would’ve said it at breakfast. I just-” he cut himself off, licking his lips. “You’re the love of my life and I’m in-love with you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Are you serious?” He laughed and you bit back your smile. “Yes,” he cupped your face tightly in his hands, “I am absolutely sure that I am one hundred percent in-love with you. I’m thirty-six, sweetheart. I wouldn’t be with you if I wasn’t sure you’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I think I should be the one asking that question seeing as you’re the baby in the relationship,” he chuckled when you scoffed, slapping his chest ever so gently. “So are you sure?”
“I loved you even before you knew my name, Chris Evans,” you responded, wrapping your arms around his neck. He smiled, releasing your face to wrap his arms around your body to pull you as close as he possibly could to him. “So yes, I am very, very sure that I’m in-love with you.”
“Good,” he smiled. “Because I’ve got great plans to marry and spend the rest of my life with you.” You smiled and tipped your head, inching closer to his lips as he inched closer to yours. “I love you, Y/N.”
Prompt from @saltygay-bean: So I’ve been reading these and have been to afraid to ask for it but I’m gonna finally do it.. Could I ask for a sibling!Jughead and reader, where the reader is Jughead’s twin sister that he just found out is being bullied and comforts her? I feel it’d be really sweet ♡
A/N: I really enjoyed writing this. Thanks for the submission!!
You cried harder and pulled your legs closer to your chest, holding yourself. Those were just some of the nicknames Reggie and his gang had called you today. Usually you were able to handle the insults thrown at you by the jocks, but today had been a bad day. Someone had spilled cherry slushy on your favorite jeans during lunch, you had failed that pop quiz in math, and you were absolutely loaded with homework and it wasn’t even fifth period yet. The insults combined with that were just too much to take.
You rested your head on your knees and closed your eyes, trying to stop the tears. This bullying by the jocks was nothing new. It began in eighth grade. The same kids pushing you into the lockers and calling you names. Jughead didn’t know. You didn’t tell him. You couldn’t tell him. He would just try and fight the entire football team, and you knew he’d lose. Them against him? Your brother didn’t stand a chance.
You heard the door open and quickly looked up, worried it was one of the jocks. Instead you saw Jughead, looking at you with wide eyes.
“Y/N?” he asked.
You felt tears return to your eyes and began to cry again. Jughead quickly tossed his bag aside, rushing over to you. He kneeled down in front of you, his hands on your shoulders.
“Y/N, what happened?” he asked worriedly.
You shook your head, quickly wiping away your tears.
“It’s nothing, Juggie.” you mumbled.
Jughead shook his head.
“‘Nothing?’” he asked. “Y/N, I’ve never seen you like this. What happened?”
You took a shaky breath, knowing the jig was up.
“It’s the jocks,” you said. “They… said some mean stuff today.”
You felt your brother tense.
“What kind of stuff?” he nearly growled.
You swallowed and looked down.
“Um, freak. Emo bitch. Slut.” you said, whispering the last word.
You looked up again at Jughead who was positively fuming.
“I’m gonna kill them.” he snarled, getting up.
“Jughead, no!” you exclaimed, grabbing his leg before he could storm off.
He turned back to you.
“Please. It’ll only make things worse.” you begged.
“How long has this been going on?” he demanded.
“How long?” he stressed, pain in his eyes.
Guilt flashed over Jughead’s face as he knelt down again so he was eye to eye with you.
“W-Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked. “I could’ve done something.”
You shook your head.
“I didn’t want you to do anything, Juggie. If they see that they’re able to get a reaction out of me, the bullying’ll get worse. I don’t want that.”
“I understand…” he began. “But I’m walking you to every one of your classes now.”
“No, I’m serious, Y/N. They’re not gonna hurt you anymore. Not on my watch.” he said.
You smiled shyly at your protective brother.
“Thank you, Juggie.” you said.
“How’d you even know I was here?” you asked. “Twin vibes?”
Your brother snorted.
“No, I saw you crying through the door window. If you’re gonna cry, at least make it more private so a random passerby can’t see it.”
You shoved his shoulder.
“Oh, screw off!” you said as a smile made its way to your face.
““Twin vibes.”” he mimicked as he got up, looking at you.
You rolled your eyes and wiped the rest of your tears away.
“Yeah, yeah, okay, laugh it up.”
Jughead smirked and held his hand out for you. You took it and he pulled you up, handing you your backpack with his other hand.
“Come on, we gotta get to class,” he said. “I’ll walk you.”
You sighed but nodded as you swung your backpack over your shoulder, following Jughead to the door. He swung his bag over his shoulder and you stopped.
“Jug,” you called and he turned around, facing you again.
You bit your lip and looked down.
“Thank you again,” you mumbled. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”
Jughead smiled softly at you.
“It’s no problem, Y/N,” he said.
He turned back to the front door and opened it.
““Twin vibes” though.” he said again as he smiled cheekily at you.
Summary: After running from Castiel, he and the Winchesters find you.
Warnings: Nothing really, some angst, mostly fluff
A/N: Master tag list at the end; let me know if you’d like to be added.
You sat on a dusty couch in an old safe house you used to use. It was a run down cabin tucked away deep into the woods; it looked straight out of a horror movie. Definitely not ideal for your current state, but it would do for a few nights.
Today at the Library I found a Transformers Picture book on display. Apparently, the Decepticons and the Autobots are just one big dysfunctional family to hear this book tell it.
I’m not even kidding. This picture book literally starts with Skids and Mudflap trying to figure out how to tell Optimus that they weren’t watching the baby Sam as close as they should have and Optimus goes into full Hover-Dad mode. The following is a paraphrased transcript of this hilarious, probably-not-canon book.
Optimus: “Skids, Mudflap, weren’t you two supposed to be babysitting Sam (since I sent Bumblebee and Mikaela on a mission, because clearly they’re more responsible than him)? What are you two freaking out over? …..where’s the baby?”
Skids and Mudflap: “Okay, um. Don’t freak out.”
Optimus: “Already freaking out.”
Skids and Mudflap: “It’s not as bad as you think! Sam is working at a grocery store - college kid job, or whatever - but we think his coworker is a Decepticon spy.”
Optimus: “Well is there a giant robot in the grocery store?”
Skids and Mudflap: “Uh…no?”
Optimus: “Then it’s probably not a Deceptcion. Now go back to watching Sam!”
Skids and Mudflap: “But Boss! We thought that Alice creep was a human too! Remember how that turned out?”
Optimus: “…..don’t let Sam out of your sight.”
MEANWHILE, IN A SECRET LAIR JUST FOR DECEPTICONS…..
Megatron: (cackling maniacally) “Let’s see! How can I ruin Optimus’s day today? Killing him usually works. Aw, but he’s busy all the time! How can I draw him out?”
(thinks for probably longer than he should)
Megatron: “Ah-HA! The Boy! Optimus will do anything to make sure he’s safe. Hmmm….except he normally doesn’t let him out of his sight… Hey you! Random Decepticon Who Was Never In The Movies!”
Random: “You rang, Lord Megatron?”
Megatron: “Yes. Go scan a human and go to that grocery store where the Witwicky kid works.”\
Random: “Wait, why?”
Megatron: “I just really need someone to keep the nephew occupied for like, five minutes so I can actually have a decent fight with my brother. Is that so much to ask?”
Random: “I mean, when you put it that way…” (goes into Pretender mode and spies on Sam Witwicky to keep him out of Megatron’s non-existent hair)
Megatron: “Ah, now I will send a fake text message from Sam - and never you mind how I can fake his cell-phone number. I certainly haven’t been using this to prank-call his human parents. And I definitely wasn’t using it to order pizza and leave him to pay the bill. Nope, not me. - and Optimus will think the boy is at school in trouble of some sort. Of course, that’s not entirely a lie: I’ve seen his report card, it’s pretty bad.”
ROTATING AUTOBOT/DECEPTICON INSIGNIA AS WE CUT TO OPTIMUS PRIME
Optimus: (bursts into gymnasium like the Kool-Aid Man, and sees Megatron) “You’re not Sam!”
Megatron: “Very perceptive, Optimus!” (there’s about a 60% chance that he’s not being sarcastic.)
(fight ensues, much punching, such destroy, very collateral damage)
Sam: (runs in, having ditched all three robot babysitters) “Hey Optimus, that text you got wasn’t from me!”
Optimus: “Yes, Sam. I think we’ve all figured that out at this point.”
Sam: “Uncle Megatron, stop being such a turdburglar! Leave Hover-Dad alone!”
Megatron: “Every time. Every stinking time. What’s an evil overlord got to do to pick a fight around here?!” (shakes fist and swears vengeance, then leaves)
And that is basically how the Transformers picture books go. Admittedly, it’s more amusing to me than the majority of the Bayverse movies’ scripts.
Imagine your relationship with Chris being in the limelight.
A/N: Part 2, yay! As always, I hope this little fluff piece brings a smile to your face. 😊 You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’ and ‘Little Ways Away’ - Masterlist; ‘She Said Yes: Part 1’)
You chewed on your left thumbnail and tapped your right foot, anxiously and impatiently waiting for Chris’ FaceTime call. He’d texted you while you were in class, a text that held four simple but angsty words: “We need to talk.” You hated those four words when they had no context and you had no clue what the two of you needed to talk about. Things between the two of you since the engagement were back to being extraordinary; no disagreements, no fights, no misunderstandings. You were even in Atlanta over the weekend; a belated birthday celebration where you spent time with him and met his cast in person. Everything was perfect, so what could he possibly needed to talk to you about? Was he having doubts about marrying you? There was no way, he’d made it pretty clear he wanted to and was ready to. The anxiety was definitely eating you up, and if he didn’t call soon- you were going to call him first.
The front door swung open and Ava burst through, panting as though she’d just ran ten blocks. You looked up from your laptop and narrowed your eyes at the magazine she was holding up while she tried to catch her breath. Was that- “I know what Chris wants to talk to you about,” she blurted all in one breath. Just as she did, your MacBook started ringing; it was Chris calling. “Is that Chris? Answer it,” she instructed as she rushed to your side. You felt your jaw tighten as you answered the call, hoping your fiancé- who agreed things between the two of you were to be kept away from the limelight and under the radar until you graduated- had a good explanation for why the two of you were on the front page of US Weekly.
“Hey, baby,” Chris greeted you with a smile that hid his angst. He, too, had been having a hard time since he sent the 'we-need-to-talk’ text, especially when he was the reason the two of you needed to talk. “How’s your day been? You look gre-”
“Cut the crap, Evans,” Ava cut him off, holding up the magazine; Chris screwed his eyes shut, letting out a sigh. “She knows, we all know. It’s not just US Weekly, by the way,” she whispered to you and you scoffed at Chris, who was staring at Ava to stop talking. “Some of our Tumblr friends are um- freaking out, to say the least. You’re also all over-”
“Ava?” Chris interjected and Ava turned away from you to look at him. “Can I please talk to my fiancée in private?” Ava pressed her lips together and nodded, lowering the magazine onto the table as she left for her room. “Look, sweetheart,” he began as you picked up the magazine, shaking your head in disbelief at the title: 'Chris Evans announces his engagement to nineteen year old.’ “I know how it looks, but- it was an accident, I swear.”
“How do you accidentally announce an engagement, Christopher?”
“Oh wow, you’re using 'Christopher’. You’re definitely mad,” he mumbled then pressed his lips together when you shot him your death-defying stare that screamed “obviously I’m mad!” He sighed, knowing he’d broken the promise he made to you. But you had to know he didn’t do it on purpose. “I just- it slipped, Y/N. I was doing an on-set interview and they asked if I had anyone special waiting on me at home- you know, like they always do- and Mackie mentioned your name and I- I said 'yeah, I’m definitely missing my fiancée’ and- things snowballed from there.” You sighed, but you knew it was an accident now. “I am so sorry, I know this makes things very difficult for you.”
“Yes, it does,” you frowned at him and he sighed again. “Look- having people find out that I was your friend was overwhelming enough,” you reminded him of the beginning and he nodded. “Then people found out I was your girlfriend and that was-” you huffed, “insane, but still somehow manageable because we didn’t publicly confirm anything.” He nodded again, knowing exactly where you were going. “But Chris- this is you officially, and publicly, labeling me as your fiancée. I don’t even want to imagine what people are going to say, what’s-” you held up the magazine, “in this magazine. I mean- they didn’t even give me a name, just 'nineteen year old’.”
“Your name is inside, and on other…” He trailed off when he saw your stare had returned. “Yeah, but that’s not your point.” You nodded with tightly pursed lips. “I am really sorry, Y/N. See,” a small, cheeky smile appeared on his lips, “I know your name.” A weary chuckle escaped your throat which calmed Chris slightly. “Believe me, sweetheart. Soon it won’t be 'Chris Evans announces engagement to nineteen year old’, it’ll be 'Y/N Y/L/N marries redundant Captain America star’.”
“You’ll never be redundant,” you told him with a small smile.
“And you’re going to be a superstar,” he told you with a big grin.
“You’re not getting out of this so easily, Evans,” you chuckled when you realized what he was doing. He bit back his smile, nodding though he knew he would. “We’re going to have to talk about this, you’re going to have to help me figure out how to live life under the public eye.” He nodded, and you heaved a loud, dramatic sigh; he winced with a small, apologetic smile. “I guess I might as well get used to it now,” you groaned monotonously, making Chris laugh.
“It’s really not that bad,” he tried to console you.
“Says the man who loves his job, but hates the limelight.”
“You’re going to be fine,” he assured you. “You are so much stronger than me, so much better with being under the public eye. I mean- you look good all the time,” he complimented and you tried not to smile because once again, you knew what he was doing. “When we walk side by side on the street, people often mistake you for being the famous one.” You rolled your eyes because that only happened once; someone thought you were an actress and Chris was your bodyguard. “You’re going to be fine. It’s going to be hard at first, but soon everyone will see how amazing you are and understand that I’m the lucky one in the relationship.”
“I can’t wait to go back on Tumblr,” you said with a sarcastic enthusiasm and Chris chuckled. “You do realize most of my followers know what I look like, right? I bet you my inbox is going to be filled with questions and messages to pass on to you and- definitely hate mail, I’m going to be hated by so many people.” He tried to speak, but he couldn’t before you asserted, “so many, Chris.”
“I can’t imagine how anyone could hate you, darling.”
“That’s because you’re in-love with me, Chris,” you frowned.
“Exactly,” he smiled and you sighed, knowing he was right before he even got his point out. “I love you, that is all that matters- all that should matter. Who cares what dumb magazine is writing about? Who cares what strangers who don’t know anything about us think? Our friends and families approve, we approve. I mean- we are what matters here, Y/N. So pop on a hat and some sunglasses, say nothing, stay away from the tabloids, and live your life as you’ve always lived it.”
You said nothing for a while, just watched your handsome fiancé’s face in the computer screen as he smiled at you. Finally, “okay, fine.” His smile widened. “But don’t think you’re completely off the hook, 'cause you’re not.” He chuckled and nodded in acknowledgment. “If things get too overwhelming, I’m going to hate and blame you.”
“As long as you still marry me,” he winked, “I really don’t care.”
It was a beautiful spring day in L.A., so, by default, you found yourself wanting to go out and walk around. Somewhere along the line, however, walking around had turned into a starbucks trip. Which is why you found yourself at your favorite starbucks, at 10:37 a.m., waiting to order your strawberries and cream frappuccino, when the Dolan Twins walked in. You’d been a fan for a while, so you were very excited. You didn’t want to be overbearing however, so you settled with ogling them from a safe distance. Soon enough, it was your turn to order your drink. It was kind of your tradition to give them a weird fake name instead of your real one, to see how badly they could misspell it, and today you gave them the name ‘Shalissa.’ You were waiting off to the side when the twins ordered, and you noticed that Grayson ordered the same thing as you, which set off your inner fangirl.
Soon enough, you heard them call ‘Venti Strawberries and Cream Frappuccino,’ and both you and Grayson walked towards it. A second later an identical looking one was also slid out. “Oh, I guess we ordered the same thing,” you laughed, while internally freaking out. “Um yeah, I guess, haha.” he replied.
“Wait, is your name… Cshallise?” He asked, quite hesitantly. You laughed. “Definitely not. Wow, they really missed the mark. I told them it was Shalissa, to see how they would misspell it, but my real name is Y/N,” you told him. “Oh, that’s actually a pretty cool idea. Maybe Me and E should do that sometime… I’m Grayson by the way.” He responded. “I can see that,” you said. “It’s on the side of your frap.”
He blushed. “Oh, yeah, duh..” Just then, Ethan walked over. “What’s taking so long, Gray?” Ethan asked, and then he looked at you, and then back at Gray. “Oh, I see. I’m Ethan,” he said, giving you a smile. Now it was your turn to blush. “Um, I know. I mean, I know who you guys are. From like Youtube and Vine (r.i.p.) and stuff..” you trailed off, wondering where all your speaking capabilities had gone.
“Oh, right. Hey Gray, do you think you could go get me a straw? Mine’s kinda weird.” Ethan asked. Gray nodded, then walked away. “My brother thinks you’re cute.” Ethan blurted. “But shhh, I didn’t tell you that. At least if he doesn’t have the balls to tell you, you’ll know that it’s what he’s thinking.” Gray got back then. “Okay, E, you ready to go?”
Before they left, Gray turned to you. “Oh, yeah, you should totally give me your number so we can talk more.” He said, slightly nervous. You grinned, and typed your number into his phone. He laughed when he looked at the contact. “Frappuccino buddies?” You nodded, and smiled back. “Frappuccino buddies.”
Those were good thoughts <3. Thought I had was that Johnny, bless his momma lovin heart, is not and never will be good at dealing with emotions. So his reaction to Jack's freak out is 'UM??? WHAT DO??? HUG?? HUG!' and then hug Jack for all he's worth. Jack could have been getting these attacks for 25 goddamn years and Johnny's response would always be 'Hug until better???' XD (it isn't always effective and doesn't always go well. It's fine, Johnny heals fast, w/e)
Requested: Hi :) could I make a request? Dean wakes up next to the reader and realizes that she’s on her period because of blood on the bed so he wakes her up and notices that she’s in pain he prepares a bath for her not even letting her to walk. When she’s at the bath he starts giving her a massage and smut - anonymous
Warnings: reader on their period, bath time, period sex, Dean fluff/smut, moody
Word Count: 1,423
For some reason you’d been in a terrible
mood with Dean today. You’d cussed him out once because he’d rolled down the
window while you were trying to sleep and it woke you up from a nice nap. You
had no idea if it was all the traveling you’d been doing lately or if it was
just one of those days where you hated the world. Dean hadn’t talked to you
since your outburst; in fact, he kept looking at you from the corner of his
eye- either out of worry or fear. You were now sitting with your arms crossed
across you chest, staring straight at the road ahead of you.
“What?” You finally snap at him
after the thousandth time he’d looked over at you.
“Nothing,” he says under his breath
and then slightly leans in his seat away from you. When you see the lights of
the motel up ahead, a wave of relief flashes over you. This car was the best
for riding in, but it was the worst for sleeping. The engine was loud and the
seats had barely any cushion- at least that was how you felt today.
The two of you stretch your legs
first thing, and then walk inside to talk to the pretty brunette woman behind
“Two rooms, singles,” Dean says,
and you almost want to smack him. He usually asks for one room with two beds.
“I’m sorry, we’ve only got a one
room with one-bed left,” she says, visibly eye-banging Dean. Dean sneaks a
worried glance at you then nods his head with a sigh.
“That’ll work,” he says, then takes
out his wallet and runs one of his fake credit cards.
You don’t waste any time getting
ready for bed- you practically swipe your teeth once with your toothbrush then
throw on your pajamas. You pull you’re your pants to go pee- that’s when you
realize the root of your frustrations. Of course you would’ve started your
“Just great!” You sarcastically
think, throwing the underwear you’d been wearing in the trash and grab a new
pair out of your backpack. You rummage around in the bag, cursing under your
breath when you realize you’d forgotten tampons. You eye the toilet paper roll,
not wanting to use it but it was your last option. With your DIY pad in place,
you trudge out of the bathroom with a scowl and slide angrily into bed. Dean’s
already there, turned away from you with his eyes closed. With the lights off,
you’re able to fall asleep quickly.
“(Y/N),” Dean whispers, shaking
your shoulder. You try to reach down and grab the blankets which aren’t
covering you, for some reason they’re not on the bed. You open your eyes
slowly, Dean hovering over you while he stands next to the bed.
“What?” You ask, your eyebrows
drawn together and your eyes squinting from the light of the bathroom.
“The bed- uh, well- you,” he says,
and you look down to see blood on the white sheets you’d been laying on. It
takes you a second to realize what it’s from.
“Oh God,” you say, covering your
face with your hands. Just friggin’ perfect.
“It’s okay- I ran you a bath to
clean yourself up,” he says, causing your heart to jump. He wasn’t freaked out?
“Um, thanks,” you say, shocked. He
was being surprisingly gentle- even though he’s usually a total jerk. You begin
to sit up, but he pushes you back down.
“Woah, woah- I’ll carry you,” he
says cautiously, causing you to laugh.
“I can move, you know, it’s just a
little blood,” you say, but keep lying down anyway.
“I got you,” he says then reaches
underneath you, scooping you up and pulling you to his chest. This is strange,
part of you always felt as if Dean didn’t like you. You’d only just recently
become apart of each other’s lives.
“Thanks,” you awkwardly say as he
takes you into the bathroom and sets you on the edge of the tub.
“Do you need help?” He asks, and
you shake your head. He nods and then stands over you with his hands on his
“Yes?” You ask, raising your
eyebrows at him. He shrugs, clearly not knowing what to do next.
“I’m getting undressed now,” you
state, expecting him to leave. He nods and then watches as you grab the hem of
your shirt and pull it up to your mid-stomach.
“I can help,” he says, seeming
jumpy. You give him a weird look, but don’t complain with him. He pulls your
shirt off, and then helps you out of your pants.
“Dean, are you alright?” You ask,
finding his behavior funny. He shakes his head, kneeling next to you.
“I just- I’ve never seen that
before. It scares me to see you in pain,” he says, cupping your cheek.
“I’m fine, I’ve been through this a
million times before,” you say, patting his hand. Why was he acting like this?
For some reason it didn’t bother you to be in front of him like this- in your
bra and underwear. It was probably because he didn’t make a big deal out of it
or anything and that you were comfortable with him.
“Do you- uh, do you need help with
your-,” he says and you shake your head, reaching behind you to pull off your
bra. Once it’s off, you sit in front of Dean half naked, feeling the air warm
up around you two. You pull off your underwear, then slide into the bubbly
water and relax. Dean sits on the toilet next to you, his elbows on his knees
facing away from you. He doesn’t seem to want to leave you by yourself, and you
smile to yourself at his protective side. You slide down, wincing when your
lower back has a dull pain. Dean notices, sitting up quickly.
“Do you need help?” He asks, and
you shake your head.
“No- it’s just my lower back,” you
say, closing your eyes. A few seconds go by of silence, and before you know it
you hear the sound of clothes hitting the floor and Dean is pushing his way
into the tub behind you.
“What’re you doing?” You ask,
“You said your lower back was
hurting,” he says, and you nod.
“Yeah, and?” You say, turning back
to look at him.
“I’m going to give you a massage,”
he says and you turn back around when he places his big hands on your
shoulders, beginning to rub small circles on the soar muscles of your back. You
push back against him, loving the feel of his muscly torso against you and the
warm water. This was the most relaxed you’d ever felt. You sigh in content,
your breath hitching when one of Dean’s hands travels to the front of you,
massaging your low belly. You sigh in happiness, running your hands up and down
his thighs on either side of you. Dean’s hand moves lower, the tips of his
fingers brushing against your clit. You gasp, gripping his legs as he begins to
rub your center with his long fingers.
“Dean,” you moan, his index finger
dipping into your center. He begins to work you, in and out, slowly easing the
pain in your lower stomach. You’d forgotten about that a while ago, however.
His other hand moves from your shoulder to your left breast, massaging it
softly. You pull his hands off of you, turning around in the water to face him.
He brings your face to his, kissing you deeply. A sudden urgency for him causes
you to crawl onto his lap, straddling him. You don’t take your time to push
down onto him, sliding onto his member and starting to grind against him. You
moan, earning a deep growl from him. He grabs your waist, stopping you to allow
him to thrust up into you. Your breathing deepens as you near your edge, and he
knows that you’re close.
Your climax slams into you, causing
you to moan loudly and call his name. Your voice bounces off the tile walls,
somehow making the moment all the more exciting for you. Dean pulls out of you
and follows, then drains the tub and helps you stand up. He reaches over and
grabs a towel, helping you get dried and dressed with a new DIY pad. You both
change the sheets and crawl back into bed, cuddling up with him holding you