A/N: This is set in the episode Faith from season 1. I just recently watched it again and felt the need to write this. I’m always wanting to comfort Dean when he feels like he isn’t worth a damn I want him to know he is. So I wrote this. I also worked it in for @ravengirl94‘s 1.5k writing challange. You will find the line “Why don’t you come over here and make me,” in the fic. Hope you like it girl. And congrats on your milestone. :D The gif was submitted by the lovely @winchester-writes. She knows how to send the ones that will eventually inspire a story. :)
A/N: Man, oh man. I just can’t stay away from writing, can I? Well, at least majority of my holiday stuff’s packed. This is another fic inspired by a conversation with the lovely @chrisevans-imagines We have some very weird, but oddly inspiring conversations. Don’t we, Ava? 😂
You pushed your way through the crowd as you searched the overly packed party for your best friend, Chris, who had drunkenly called you ten times in the last hour; it was 2:19AM. He could count himself incredibly lucky that you were finishing up some paperwork at the hospital otherwise you would’ve killed him for interrupting your much needed beauty sleep. You’d been pulling quite a few late nights over the past week as you were about to take leave and go on your holiday, so things hadn’t been particularly easy on you. But you knew before you went into med-school that being a doctor wasn’t going to be easy, what you didn’t know was how much harder it was being a doctor who was best friends with Chris Evans; a man who had the equivalent energy of his puppy, Dodger. If you weren’t so in-love with him, he wouldn’t get away with half the things he put you through. But you were, so here you were at the party.
“Hello beautiful.” An arm hooked around your waist and pulled you into him; you groaned and pushed the drunken stranger off you. “Geez, lighten up!” He called after you as you disappeared further into the room. If you didn’t find Chris in the next five minutes, you were outta there.
“Hell yeah I’ll get it in!” You heard Chris’ voice and you followed it, chuckling when you found him by the ping pong table. “Don’t you worry, I'mma get it into that cup.” He bounced the ball off the table and balanced it on the back of his hand as he swallowed another gulp of his beer. “Watch me nail this th-” He spotted you and his smile tenfold. “Y/N, you came!” He downed his drink and tossed both ball and red solo cup aside before making his way to you, waving off the protests that came from the other players. “Sorry guys, I’m done. My girl’s here,” he draped an arm around you and pulled you closer to him.
“I’m not your girl, Evans.” You reminded him, but made no effort to push him away from you like you had with the other guy; you were very glad that the dim lights hid your deeply flushed cheeks. “I’m just here to make sure you don’t drink and drive, the last thing I need is to be called back in because someone got into a car accident.”
“Awww,” he cooed, squeezing you tightly against him. “Was someone worried about little old me?” You rolled your eyes, but failed to hide your smile. “Don’t be, my best friend’s a very good doctor. She’s very pretty too, like- she could be on Grey’s Anatomy.” He slurred then grinned when he heard you chuckle. “And that’s you,” he booped your nose, “I’m talking about you.”
“I know, and I’m talking about me too when I say I’ve had a very long night and I’m ready to go home.” He nodded with furrowed brows, really trying to process your words. “C'mon,” you wrapped an arm around his waist and directed him towards the exit, “you’re crashing at my place tonight. I’m not leaving you here when someone could literally tap beer out of you.”
“Yes!” He cheered. “I love your apartment, it smells like Christmas because of all the candles you have.” You hummed in acknowledgement at his drunk thoughts. “Hey, you know what’s really funny?” He didn’t wait for a response. “When I read your texts, I read it in an Australian accent because you’re from Australia. I do the same with Chris Hemsworth’s,” he told you then laughed to himself. “G'day mate,” he mimicked a tradition Australia greeting then laughed again.
“I’ve never once texted that to you, nor have I said that to you,” you chuckled. “And since when do I have an Australian accent? I’ve been living in America since I was eighteen, and you know I watch too much American television and too many Hollywood films to have an Australian accent.” The two of you found your way out of the party and into the much emptier parking lot where you car waited patiently. “But then again,” you glanced at him, “you are very wasted, so I won’t hold that against you.”
“Chuck a shrimp on the barbie,” he continued mocking the Australia accent and laughed when you did. “You’re right,” he returned to his normal accent as he pulled away from you, “you don’t sound like that.” He moved in front of you and took your hands in his, smiling like a love sick idiot which made your heart flutter despite knowing it didn’t mean what you wanted it to. “You sound perfect because you are perfect and I love you.”
“I love you too,” you responded with a chuckle, ignoring that ache in your heart. This wasn’t the first time he’d told you he loved you while he was drunk, in fact- he said it all the time when he was sober too. But it wasn’t the confession you longed for, it was just another platonic expression of affection that you shoved aside with your true feelings. “Let’s get you in bed, shall we?” You tried to pull your hands away only to have him tightened his grip.
“No,” he shook his head, furrowing his eyebrows. “You don’t understand, Y/N. I love you,” he said again in a more serious tone that made you sigh. As much as you wanted to reciprocate that feeling and kiss him, you couldn’t take anything he said seriously when he was drunk. Even if you did believe that drunk minds spoke for a sober heart, it was Chris; he was your best friend and you couldn’t ruin that friendship over a drunken slur of the moment. “I want to be with you,” he told you and pulled his hands away to cup your face.
“Chris, no,” you turned away when he started to lean in, taking a small step back. “We’re not going to do this.” You frowned when he did. “You’re drunk, I don’t want-” you cut yourself off before you said more than you should. “Let’s just go home, okay?” You brushed past him and headed for you car, stopping when he called out.
“I’m sober enough to have this conversation!” He walked in front of you with a frown on his face. “I’ve been trying to tell you I love you since the moment I met you, Y/N. But you keep brushing me off, like you think I’m not worth your time.”
“Chris-” you couldn’t believe you made him feel that way.
“Am I not good enough for you?” He asked then asked again before you could get a word in, “are you holding out for another doctor?” You opened your mouth to speak only to get cut off again, “what is it, Y/N? Why won’t you give me a chance?!” He growled and you flinched. “I don’t understand,” he shook his head, his pretty blues glistened with tears. “I’m not an idiot- I can see the way you look at me, so why won’t you be with me?”
“Chris,” you sighed as you took his hand in yours. “I didn’t know you felt that way about me, I honestly thought that you were fine with us just being friends.” He didn’t say anything, he just squeezed your hand ever so gently. “That’s why I didn’t say anything- that’s why I brushed you off. I figured you were joking, it’s not because I don’t think you’re worth my time.”
“Do you realize how long I’ve been waiting for you?” He asked with a breathless chuckle. “From the moment we met- I’ve wanted to be with you. I was just so terrified I wasn’t good enough, that you wouldn’t want to be with an actor so- I took it slow, I started out by being your friend. But God,” he started to cry and your heart ached, “it hurt seeing you with other people. It sucked saying I love you when you didn’t know how much,” his hand tightened around yours. “I’ve wasted so much of my life not being your other half and I hate it, Y/N.”
“You are my other half, Chris,” you caressed his face with your other hand and brushed the tears rolling down his cheek. “I love you too. I’m so in-love with you that it’s ridiculous,” you told him and he smiled. “There is no one I’d rather see at the end of the day than you. You are my person, you are all I see when I look towards the future,” you assured him. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I’m sorry-” He pulled you into his arms and kissed you, cutting you off in the best possible way.
“Wow,” you let out a breathless laugh when he broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours.
“Yeah,” he chuckled softly, rubbing small circles into your sides, “I should’ve done that years ago.”
Word Count: 14K+ Pairing: Peter Parker x Female Reader Summary: After failing your Algebra test you have to ask Peter Parker– one of the best students– to be your tutor. As you get to know each other better, feelings begin to develop between the two of you. Warnings: None. A/N: This is one of the most common tropes and let me tell ya: I haven’t got one single regret. I kept characters nameless and generic because I don’t want to mess up the characterization of the Homecoming characters– but I’ll probably update this fic when it comes out to make it fit better in that universe. [F/N] stands for Full Name in case you don’t realize it.
You stare at the giant red F on your test and you feel your stomach clenching, because you studied so much for this test and it still wasn’t enough. The bell rings and your classmates stand up, rushing out of the room to get out as soon as possible– but you stay behind, putting everything on your backpack slower than usual. Once everyone is out you walk to your teacher and take a deep breath before coughing to get her attention.
“Ah, [Y/N]. I was thinking you were going to talk to me after class.” She says with a warm smile and that makes you feel worse– because she’s an incredible teacher and person and she tried so hard with you, but no matter how much effort comes from both of you the fact that you are a big class with many students is a guarantee that she just won’t be able to give you all the attention you need to fully understand what you have to do.
You smile back but it’s only half-hearted– and she sighs and joins her hands on top of her desk.
“You can take a make-up test in two weeks– and that’s the best I can do to help you work out a solution for your grade.” You feel your soul returning to your body and let out a sigh of relief, because not everything is lost.
“Thank you so much. I really tried but Algebra is just so hard for me–” You say apologetically and she lifts up a hand, shaking her head.
“I know you did. You’re a good student, [Y/N]. I know that. Which is why I have a suggestion for you– to help you understand Algebra better.”
“Yes! Anything, really.” You respond eagerly, nodding.
“A tutor. A student who has no problem with the subject and can explain things to you one on one– someone you can ask any questions you possibly have how many times you want.”
“I can’t believe I hadn’t thought of that. Well… I guess it’s because I only know two people who are good at Algebra, and they have way too much on their plates for me to ask them to tutor me on top of that. So, do you know about anyone I can ask?” You ask with a hopeful smile, while wracking your brain to try and remember which students in other classes are good at Algebra– but you’ve never cared enough to find out so you come up empty. Your teacher grins and nods.
Imagine Chris falling in-love with you all over again.
A/N: Epilogue! This is best if you listen to Ed Sheeran’s song ‘Perfect’ first 'cause I was inspired by that. Anyway, we’ve finally arrived at the end of the series. (I don’t know if I’ll write more, but this seems like a good place to end.) I’m so excited to go on holiday, but I’m terribly sad to leave you guys. Fear not, I might just whip out my keyboard at the airport if some inspiration strikes me. I love you all so much! 😘 You can read the previous parts here: ('Charlotte Rose’ - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A/5B) and ('Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts’; 'Baby Fever’; 'Memory Lane’; and 'Little Ones’ - Masterlist) Enjoy and I’ll see y'all soon. X
Chris was right about the movie, 'Charlotte Rose’, taking home Oscars. It took home so many Oscars that it nearly cleaned out the categories; it won “Best Original Score’, 'Best Actress’, 'Best Sound Editing’, 'Best Original Screenplay’, 'Best Director’, and 'Best Picture’. You and Chris spent the night in Los Angeles celebrating like there was no tomorrow, earning praises all round for the work the two of you did as a couple. Articles flew and circulated the web: "Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N takes home six Oscars, it just goes to show that they’re as good as co-workers as they are a couple!”, “Power couple, Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N, dominates The Academy Awards!”, “Production companies will be fighting to work with Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N after they return from their hiatus.”
The movie was filmed and produced two years after your daughter was born, as you both wanted some time to care for your preemie baby. It was incredibly well-received around the world, so much so that you and Chris ended up doing press despite being the faces behind the scenes. As it turned out, the press and the fans were more interested in the work the two of you did rather than the actors and actresses you hired. You were lucky, however, to have both of your children be at the age where they could travel with you while you toured the world. It was a pretty great three months out of Boston, but eventually it was time to go home.
It was nice to be back in your home after months of staying in hotels, you could tell your kids were excited to get home too. Even now, as you spent a lazy Sunday in Boston with your family watching Disney movies, it was different to how you’d spend a lazy Sunday in Los Angeles watching Disney movies with your family, despite having a second house there. Boston was home now, the place Chris had bought before he met you- the place that you’d both turned into a home after getting married- was home now.
As Chris dried and put away the dishes, you were snuggled up with your kids on the couch. He looked over and smiled; there wasn’t a sight more pure that he could bestow upon himself. You looked up and smiled when you saw him smiling at the three of you, you beckoned him over with your head. He chuckled and left the job unfinished because you didn’t need to ask twice; that was an offer he couldn’t refuse.
“Daddy!” Charlie pulled away from you and held out her arms when she saw her dad walking over; Chris smiled and scooped her into his arms. You chuckled and shuffled, pulling Jack closer to you as you made a spot for your husband. The girl was definitely his girl, whereas the boy was yours. “You smell nice,” she giggled when she buried her face into the crook of his neck.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” he chuckled, rubbing her back. It was clear she was getting tired, it wouldn’t be long until she fell asleep in his arms. Jack was halfway there too, fighting his heavy eyelids as he rested in your comforting arms. “You smell lovely too,” he told her as he pressed a kiss into her soft locks.
“Mama,” Jack whispered and you looked down at him. “I know we had pancakes for breakfast today,” he yawned and you chuckled, “but can we have pancakes for breakfast tomorrow too?” You nodded and kissed the top of his head as Chris wrapped an arm around you; you leaned into him and smiled when you felt him kiss your head.
“Think you can meet me in the backyard after I put the kids to bed?” Chris whispered into your ear and you turned to him with narrowed eyes. “Yes?” He mouthed and nodded his head, prompting a nod from you. “Awesome,” he smiled then turned his attention back on Charlie. “Sweetheart,” he spoke gently, “do you want me to put you to bed?”
“Mm hm,” she nodded her little head, rubbing her eyes.
“Alright,” Chris smiled and rose to his feet, lifting her with him. “Jack, you ready for bed too, bud?” Jack nodded; he kissed your cheek then pulled away from you, taking the hand his dad was holding out. “C'mon, Dodge.” He called and Dodger followed. “Backyard, fifteen minutes tops.” He mouthed over his shoulder as he took the kids upstairs to tuck them in for the night.
You, on the other hand, decided to spend the next fifteen minutes cleaning up the mess from your cozy movie marathon while waiting for Chris to return. It took him ten minutes which meant your kids were really worn out, otherwise it would’ve been at least half an hour. When he returned, you were finishing the dish job he’d left unfinished. He leaned against the fridge, smiling at you with a smile that drew laughter.
“What?” You smacked him with the dish rag.
“Nothing,” he shook his head, smiling. “I’m just admiring how beautiful you look.”
“Beautiful?” You chuckled softly as he took your hand, leading you towards the backyard; he’d prepared a special something for the both of you, some down time as a couple after spending the whole day as parents. “I’m a mess.”
“Darling, you look perfect tonight,” he whispered underneath his breath, but you heard it. You smiled and leaned in, tenderly giving his jawline a sweet kiss. “I figured we could go on that date we talked about in the hospital. I know we’re not old and gray yet, but-” he paused to push the curtains apart, opening the sliding doors. “This is as good a night as any to catch up on some alone time.”
“Chris,” you smiled as you took in the sight in front of you.
Your husband had laid out a blanket on the grass with candles and rose petals surround it. His iPod was plugged into a docking station and the song, 'Make You Feel My Love’ by Adele- the song that was playing at your wedding when you had your first dance- was playing. You turned to him and mirrored his dorky grin, shaking your head in disbelief. He leaned forward and your eyes closed as he pressed his lips against your forehead. After ten years of being with him, you still couldn’t believe how lucky you were.
“Shall we?” He held out a hand and you took it, letting him lead you into a barefoot waltz on the soft grass. “You know what, Y/N?” He whispered after a while. “I’d do anything to have this moment last forever. Just being here with you, dancing in the dark with you- it’s unadulterated bliss.” He pulled back to look you in the eyes, “you’ve given me unadulterated bliss. That’s something I never thought I’d achieve, but here I am with the perfect wife, the perfect kids. I have the perfect life,” his eyes glistened as he smiled, “because of you.”
“None of this would have happened if you didn’t find me first, Chris,” you smiled, feeling your own eyes well. “You are the reason we have all of this, you are the one who has given me unadulterated bliss. Without you, I wouldn’t be here. Without you, we wouldn’t have Jack and Charlie. Without you, my life wouldn’t mean as much as it does today. You are the love of my life- the light that dims all the dark. I have the perfect life because of you, Chris, not the other way around,” you told him.
“Let’s just agree to disagree,” he chuckled and dipped his head, kissing you.
Adele’s 'Make You Feel My Love’ faded out and Ed Sheeran’s 'Perfect started playing. You both chuckled as you broke the kiss; the memory of how you told him the song was the perfect depiction of your entire life together came flooding back.
I found a love for me
Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead
“We really just leapt into this relationship, didn’t we?” You chuckled when you thought back to how you met and how quickly things progressed after the first meeting. “It was like the universe suddenly decided it was time for us to stop fooling around with other people, just threw us into the deep end and left us to save each other.”
Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet
Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me
“Aren’t you glad though?” Chris smiled when you nodded. “If I could just go back in time and just- grab Chris and shove him in your direction. Just have him find you years and years earlier, I would. I would just slap some sense into him, tell him to go find you instead of wasting his time with girls who clearly aren’t right for him.”
“I’d do the same with Y/N,” you nodded. “I’d drag her across oceans if it meant I could spend more time with you. Not that I needed to, considering we grew up hours away from each other.” You both chuckled. “God, what were we thinking? How could we have just missed each other? I mean- the life we could’ve had, the pain we could’ve avoided.”
“I guess we didn’t know we had someone so perfect waiting for us.”
'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love
Not knowing what it was
I will not give you up this time
But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own
And in your eyes you’re holding mine
“The first time I saw you, Y/N,” Chris chuckled softly. “I thought my heart was going to jump out of my throat. I was so nervous that I let the opportunity to speak to you- the love of my life- escape. If you didn’t drop that coaster- if Kevin wasn’t your father’s friend, I’d never would’ve met you and it would’ve eaten me up alive.”
“And I feel like a complete idiot ignoring my vicinity,” you laughed. “If I had just stopped obsessing with my writing for a second, take my eyes off my damn Gummi Bears- I would’ve noticed Captain America across the room and gone up to you.”
“Yeah,” he nodded, smiling. “But I’m really glad you didn’t though, that was part of your charm. Your passion was what captured me, your insanity-” he chuckled when you playfully slapped his arm. “You were like a breath of fresh air after years under water.”
Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath
But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight
“And you still are,” Chris told you, tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear. “Every time I see you, it’s like I’m being saved all over again.” You felt your heart ache at his sincerity. “No matter how bad my day gets, there won’t be something you can’t do to make me feel better.”
“Chris,” you pulled your hand out of his for a brief second, brushing the tear that had escaped. “Stop,” you chuckled softly as he did, kissing your forehead. “You’re making me cry and I don’t want to cry during such a beautiful moment. Ed Sheeran’s really not helping,” you referred to the song and he laughed.
Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know
She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home
I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets
To carry love, to carry children of our own
“This could be our anthem, you know that right?” Chris chuckled at how perfect the song 'Perfect’ was; it practically described your whole relationship in four minutes and twenty-three seconds. “If he’d just come out with this song a few years earlier, I’d have it playing at our wedding. It would definitely draw tears, I mean- just listening to it now, it’s making my heart ache.”
“Aw,” you chuckled. “I know, right? The best part of listening to it now though, it’s actually true. We’ve accomplished our dream of working together, you’ve accomplished yours of winning that Oscar you so thoroughly deserve.” He smiled when you brushed his cheek with the back of your hand. “We’re married, we’ve got a house, we’ve got our kids. Our life is complete, Chris,” you smiled and he mirrored it. “Don’t get me wrong, we’ve got lots more to do but- I’m pretty satisfied with what we have now.”
We are still kids, but we’re so in love
Fighting against all odds
I know we’ll be alright this time
“Yeah,” Chris nodded, smiling. “I’m with you there.”
Darling, just hold my hand
Be my girl, I’ll be your man
I see my future in your eyes
“I have you as my present and my future,” you smiled. “That’s more than good enough for me, more than I can ask for in this lifetime.” He pulled you closer to him and you rested your head against his chest, gently swaying in the dark and listening to the song as you reflected on your ten years together.
Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful
I don’t deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight
Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
Chris pulled back and you looked up to meet his gaze, he smiled and you smiled back. “I am so utterly, irretrievably, and irrevocably in-love with you.” You pulled your hand out of his and wrapped both arms around his neck, taking a step closer as if you could getting any closer to him.
I have faith in what I see
Now I know I have met an angel in person
And she looks perfect, I don’t deserve this
You look perfect tonight
“I love you, Chris Evans,” you whispered; your lips inches away from his.
“I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N.” His breath warm against your face. “Well,” he chuckled softly, “I should really say Evans, shouldn’t I?” You bit back your smile; you’d kept your last name for professional reasons. “It’s not like you’re going anywhere romantically, or professionally, now that we’ve proven we make such a great team.”
“I wasn’t going anywhere before that anyway,” you chuckled.
“Yeah,” he smiled and started to lean in, “I definitely don’t deserve this.”
“Neither do I,” you smiled and pressed your lips against his.
Request: Since professor Ren was such a hit, what if Kylo was a doctor. Doctor ren, the cold yet caring doctor and the reader is the nurse who assists him from time to time. Or based off the snl skit what if kylo is the nurse that assists the doctor reader from time to time. I don’t care which one, writers choice. Enjoy and thank you!
A/N: First of all, the idea actually came from the porn doctor skit so what better header to use than from it? Thanks to my friend @agentpeggicarter for the request/idea! As I promised, here’s doctor ren :) If you want more, please let me know!
Word Count: 3.2K+
It felt quite liberating when the constant realization that you were done with med school had hit you. Although you had already wet your feet a while back while interning in the Resistance hospital, it felt completely different when you were now an actual nurse. It was your first day and you were more excited than anything.
Everything looked the same, the houses the streets even the sign that held the towns name looked the same. Riverdale like all small towns never change, maybe that’s why your heart felt warmer as you passed the welcome too sign. You hadn’t lived in Riverdale for ten years yet as your parents drove down the roads you still remember all the memories you had here as a child.
Passing Betty and Archie’s house made reality hit you the fact you hadn’t been here in ten years all your friends would of grown up without you. All the promises you made to keep in touch disappeared when you left the small town. How was you suppose to face them in school tomorrow when they had probably forgotten you.
“I can’t believe we managed to get the old house back, how crazy is that Y/N you’ll be back in your old room before you know it”
You don’t acknowledge what your father had said instead you kept staring out the window. Your old house, your old room being able to see the treehouse the one thing linked to the one person who you hoped forgot about you.
~“Jug I don’t want to leave you, your my best friend in the whole world”
“I know Y/N I wish you could live here with me but you gotta stay with your parents but promise me you’ll write”
“I promise Jughead I promise”~
Just kids you’d managed to keep writing to him until you stopped. You were too busy or well you knew the truth you’d forgotten. You hoped that Jughead had forgotten you that way him seeing you would hurt less.
Unpacking wasn’t hard you made sure the curtains of your room were shut so you wouldn’t be met with the pain of what was, what could never be again. By the time everyone had unpacked no one was in the mood to cook so there was only one place on your mind.
“I’ve rung Pop’s Y/N do you mind going to pick it up if you remember the way” you roll your eyes at your mother how could you forget the best joint in town.
Like everything else in Riverdale Pop’s hadn’t changed the dinner was radiating light in the almost dark night. Once inside you felt once again at home remembering the burgers and the shakes you use to stuff down as a kid.
“Hi um pick up for Y/L/N”
“Be just a minute Hun” you nodded to the cook before taking a seat in a booth. A few rows down you could see some kids your age the three of them looked like they were having a good night. But something about the back of two of the heads seems familiar.
“Order for Y/L/N” you stood up ready to grab the paper bag but before you could something, well more like someone caught your eye.
A blacked hair boy that had a crown shaped beanie on his head, as he went to climb over the girl and sit next to her his eyes caught yours. It couldn’t be but of course it was you knew that at some point it would happen maybe better here then in school. The boy and girl opposite him turned to look at you as well, it was the three of them. The three people that in your childhood life meant the most to you.
“Y/N?” Betty was the first to speak up scrambling over Archie she ran towards you engulfing you into a hug.
“Hi Betty” your voice sounding thin as if you were ready to brake down into tears. Archie was next not saying anything he pulled Betty away from you only to have her join again once his now strong arms were around you.
The raven haired girl just stood confused as to why her friends were acting this way. Archie and Betty finally pulled away from you though Betty kept your hand in hers to make sure it was actually you.
“I can’t believe it” his voice was the one to brake the silence, he moved around the girl to stand meters away from you. You was ready for whatever the boy was going to scream at you how he would react.
“Hi Jug” you breath out a name you thought a few months ago you would never say again.
“Ten years and all I get is a hi Jug” you bite the inside of your cheek ready for the rest of the words to come falling out of his mouth. But instead of harsh words you get him hugging you holding you close to him, something new as you still remember that he was never much of a hugger. When you pull away he has somewhat of a smile on his face. Yours showing completely as you stand in-between all your old friends.
“Y/N I’m Veronica since these losers would introduce me” you take Veronica’s hand shaking it before you realise that you should of been home ten minutes ago with food for your parents.
“Guys is love to stay honest I wish I could but I gotta get these burgers back to my parents, Betty, Archie catch up tomorrow I swear we have to walk to school like always” you smile squeezing their hands.
“Veronica I can’t wait to get to know you more, come on Jug be the gentleman and walk me home?” In your heart though you knew you just needed to talk to him more.
He waves bye to the others who completely understand why you asked him Betty and Archie probably filling in Veronica on the relationship between you and Jughead. Both of you saying a finale goodbye before Jughead grabs the paper bag and your hand and walking out the door.
“I’m sorry” both of you say at the same time, a small blush creeping onto your cheeks.
“Let’s not talk about it,kinda both our faults but you’re back now that’s what matters, what I hope is for good”
“I don’t think I ever want to leave this place again, I don’t wanna ever leave you again Jug”
“That’s good enough for me” and like that you was walking hand in hand like you did as children chasing the sunset.
Summary;Y/N get’s detention for not doing her homework again but Mr.Hemming’s has a different kind of punishment for her.
Message me if you would like part 2!
Part 2 will contain sex just a little warning!
I hope you enjoy this, i had this in my notes and decided i would post it
i knew getting involved with him was a bad idea but now i can’t help it.
it was never meant to be like this.
I got detention, nothing knew there.
But something changed, he didn’t look at me the same. I thought something was up with him but i never thought having sex with him would change everything.
I am in love with my teacher and there is nothing i can do about it.
He ignores me every chance he can get and he asked if i could transfer English class.
it’s not fair,but he’s married.
his words to me that night were “i love my wife, i want to make it work”
i never expected it to happen like it did, but who knew detention would lead to having an affair for 4 months with a teacher, a married teacher.
The sex was great, better than i had ever had.
i’m 17 years old and have had 3 boyfriends in high school so i wasn’t a stranger to sex, i have had it plently of times but i never had that feeling i had when i was with him.
nobody knows about not even my best friend Lucy. She would freak out if she knew,she had a crush on him but i never really did until that day.
it has been really hard not having anyone to talk to, i could talk to him but he won’t talk to me.
Yesterday at School just as the bell rang for home time i saw her, his wife. She’s beautiful, everything i wish i was. She has long blonde hair, the body and the face. No wonder he loves her, no wonder he want’s to be with her over me.
They were high school sweethearts he told me, he had the biggest crush on her since Sophomore when he was at school, he talked about her like he still had a crush on her.
It broke my heart, but it was my fault for asking him about her.
Things haven’t been working out in his marriage the last couple of months, anyone could see that at school. He wasn’t himself, always arriving late to class, clothes not ironed and he looked angry like he had just been arguing with someone. Which was probably his wife.
I guess that’s why we kept having sex for four months, i was his escape.
he made me feel special. Yes the sex was rough but sweet.
I really thought he liked me, i remember the first time.
4 Months ago..
It happened on a Wednesday but days before i could tell something was up with him. He stared at me more than he should have, when he passed my table i could feel his hands touch me longer than it should have.
By Wednesday.. i was convinced maybe he liked me but i thought it was just my crazy thinking.
I got to class early because i wanted to see him,it was quiet when i walked in. Mr. Hemmings was just going through some marking when i entered. He looked up and then looked down not saying anything, i thought nothing of it and then i just sat down on my seat.
“Well looks like i’m the first one here again” I mumbled to myself as i tilted my head slightly hoping to get a reaction from him or even a sound.
“SHUT UP” Luke shouted dropping his marking on the table making them spread all of it and fall onto the ground.
He walked around his table angrily over to me, i thought he was going to shout at me but next thing i know his hands are on my waist pulling me up to stand on my feet.
everything happened so quick. i didn’t have time to think or to even breathe and then he spoke
“You need to shut up you prick teasing little bitch”
i was so shocked by his words..
I never thought he would ever speak to me like that and the tone he used aswell shocked me more than anything,but i couldn’t help but feel turned on. It wasn’t a tone he would use when he was shouting at a pupil in class, it was like a dominant voice.
But how am i a prick teasing little bitch? I don’t walk around with my skirt up to my arse, i don’t unbutton my top for him in class, i’m just a normal pupil.
What have i done?
i was about to speak to try and calm him down but he spoke again “ You’re going to listen to me and not speak. The rules are;
”Rule 1;You only answer with Yes Sir, No Sir"
“Rule 2;Don’t ever call me by my name”
and Rule 3;Never speak of this to anyone"
“Do you understand Y/N” he said
“Ye sir” i spoke.
What is he going to do now..
So guys i hope you liked this, i wrote this ages ago so i’m sorry if it’s shit!
I was going to write the smut part and then post it but i’m going to see if you guys like it or not first.
Message me or comment if you would like me to continue this.
Imagine Chris helping you take care of your little sister.
A/N: I know it’s been a while, I’ve been suffering from good old writer’s block. Anyway, here’s a piece. I think there may be a part 2 to this, but don’t quote me. We’ll see how the response for this one is. X
Your little sister, Olive, watched cartoons in your living room with your boyfriend, Chris, while you stood in your kitchen on the phone with your mom. The two of you were in the argument of your life thanks to the actions of the youngest member in your family. Your eight year old sister had managed to ditch school after her nanny dropped her off, and somehow found her way to your apartment which was two hours away. As upset as the two of you were at her, you couldn’t help but be amazed by her; she’d only ever been to your apartment with the company of another adult, how she remembered the directions and the address was beyond you.
“Do you think you can watch Olive for a few hours?” Your mom asked and you sighed. “I know you’ve got a big meeting later, but I’ve got a client coming in in about fifteen minutes and your dad’s still operating. I’d send Zoe, but she’s clearly fired after today.” You tried to get a word in but she interrupted, “it’s just a few hours, Y/N.”
“Mom, I can’t risk missing today’s meeting,” you argued. “It’s down to me and-”
“I know, sweetheart,” she said then sighed, “look. I promise I’ll be there before you have to go, I just have to take this client and I’ll cancel the rest of my day. Just give me a few hours,” she told you and you sighed again. “It’s too bad Chris is in Houston, otherwise he could help babysit Olive. He lives for that stuff,” she chuckled softly and you did the same; that was true, he loved her.
“Actually-” you began then winced when you remembered both of you had wanted to keep his return a secret. He had come back a week early to surprise you and he had told no one so he could spend the week with you with no interruptions, but desperate times. “Chris got back early to surprise me, his plane landed at like four in the morning.”
“Great, do you-”
“Mom,” you frowned, “did you not hear what I just said? His plane landed at like four in the morning, he’s exhausted and he needs some sleep. Just-” you ran a hand through your hair; your stress levels were starting to build up. “Finish-” Chris snatched your phone out of your hand before you could say anymore.
“Hi Mom,” Chris greeted your mom, smiling at you even though you were frowning at him. “Thank you, it’s really good to be home. Can’t say I miss your daughter’s angry face though,” he poked your side and your lips quirked slightly. “Don’t worry, I’m more than happy to watch Olive. No, it’s fine. I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to take a nap with me,” he joked then chuckled at something your mom said. “Sure, we’ll talk to you later.” With a smile, he hung up.
“You didn’t have to do that,” you told him as he put the phone down on the kitchen counter. “I know you’re exhausted.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “She’s not your responsibility, Chris. She’s my sister and-” He cut you off with a quick peck on your lips.
“She’s going to be my sister when I marry you,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours; you smiled at the thought of him proposing after being together for four years. “Relax, okay? I know I said I was going to sleep while you were at your meeting, but I can sleep when I’m dead.” You chuckled at that. “C'mon,” he took your hand and led you out of the kitchen and into the living room. “She thinks you’re mad at her and I know you’re not, so go tell her that.”
Olive was still sitting on the couch with her eyes glue to the television, but you could tell from the guilty look on her face that she hadn’t been watching Tom&Jerry. You and Chris stood in the archway and watched her; you were yet to decide if you were upset with her. It didn’t take you long to decide because this was your baby sister, no matter what she did or said- there wouldn’t be a day where you wouldn’t have a soft spot for her.
“Are you mad at me?” Olive sheepishly asked, looking over at you. You sighed with a small smile as you made your way over to her. “I’m really sorry, Sissy. I know you had a big meeting today, I just didn’t-” You knelt down in front of her as her pretty brown eyes welled with tears. “I’m so sorry,” she started to cry.
“Don’t be, sweet pea.” You took her small hands in yours. “It’s only a meeting, okay?” You lied to her, “I can always reschedule.” You pulled one hand away and lifted her chin with your index finger. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. It’s not important, it’s just a meeting. You’re okay,” you brushed her tears away with your hand.
“But Mom and Dad both said that it’s important,” she sniffled. “They said it’s about big movie deal and that if you miss it, you’re going to lose the job and get into big trouble with your agent. I knew that and I still came, I’m so sorry. I’m going to ruin your career,” she wept and your heart ached.
“She’s not going to miss her meeting, bug.” Chris walked over and sat down next to Olive, wrapping a comforting arm around her small frame. “Don’t worry, she’s going to go to her meeting and you’re going to hang out with me. It’s okay,” he gently rubbed her arm. “Hey,” he said and she looked up at him, sniffling. “Your sister’s career is not that easy to ruin, she’s dating a dumb dork and she’s still one of the highest ranking actresses in Hollywood.” He joked, drawing soft giggles from Olive, and a chuckle from you. “There’s that smile,” he poked her cheek and her giggles became louder.
“Why don’t you tell us why you ditched school?” You asked and saw her facials contorted with angst. “We can’t help you if you don’t tell us, Olive.” You told her when she looked hesitant to tell you and Chris; she glanced between the both of you, chewing on the inside of her cheek.
“You’re friends with Captain America for a reason, bug.” Chris whispered in her ear and she managed a small smile. “Whatever it is, I promise you that I will do everything in my power to protect you. Just tell us what happened,” he gently urged.
Her head dropped and she whispered softly, “everybody thinks I’m weird.” She looked up and continued, “they all think it’s impossible that I’m your sister. Nobody believes me when I tell them, they say that we are nothing alike and that I’m lying when I say I know you and Chris. But I’m not lying, Sissy.” She lowered her gaze and mumbled to herself, “I’m not lying.”
“I know you’re not,” you chuckled softly, lifting her chin so you could meet her gaze. “How can it be a lie when we’re right in front of you?” She smiled when you booped her nose. “Baby, people are going to say what they’re going to say. You can’t stop that, but you can stop letting it affect you. It doesn’t matter what they think because you are my sister and you do know us.”
“Yeah,” Chris nodded. “You’re the one that gets to come to our premieres, you’re the one that gets to hang out on our sets, you’re the one I carry on my shoulders at football games and have tickle fights with.” He reminded her, playfully tickling her sides and making her laugh. “Not your school mates,” he told her, smiling. “So who cares what they think? They’re just jealous they don’t have the same opportunities you do. Just keep your head up, play it cool, and it’ll blow over soon.”
“Yeah,” you agreed. “And if it doesn’t, I think Captain America and I can drop by and pick you up after school one day.” You suggested and she looked between the two of you with a wide grin. “Can’t we, Cap?” You winked at him and he winked back, nodding. “That’ll show them, won’t it?” You asked Olive and she nodded excitedly. “But you have to promise me something if you want that to happen.”
“Anything,” she nodded.
“Don’t ever do something like this again,” you told her with slightly narrowed eyes and she lowered her gaze sheepishly. “What if something happened to you on your way here, Olive? You’re eight years old, someone could’ve just grabbed you off the street.” You scolded. “This was a very stupid thing to do, you know that right?”
“I know, but-” she looked up, trying to argue but was cut off by your glare; Chris pressed his lips together, suppressing his smile because it seemed like that glare of yours worked on anyone. “I know,” she mumbled, lowering her gaze once more. “I won’t do it again, Sissy.”
“Good,” you softened your facials. “To be honest, I’m more impressed than upset. How on earth did you find your way here by yourself?” You asked as you rose to your feet; your eyes narrowed when you saw your boyfriend and your sister share a knowing smile. “Is that why your bagel run took so long, because you drove two hours to pick her up?”
“No, it took so long because the line was ridiculously long,” he stuck with his story and you shot him a weary look. “And I had to wait for Scott to drop her off,” he added then pressed his lips together. “What?” He chuckled when you scoffed. “She texted me and told me she didn’t want to go to school, I mean- have you ever seen me say no to you Y/L/N ladies? Scott was in that area so I asked if he could pick her up and drop her off.”
“How did you know Chris was coming back?” You asked Olive.
“Because he told me he was coming home early to surprise you,” she giggled. “He’s also-”
“Uh uh,” Chris cut her off, laughing, his hand over her mouth. “You’ve said too much already.”
“What are you talking about?” You raised an eyebrow.
“Nothing,” Chris smiled. “You should go get ready for your meeting, don’t you also have some emails and whatnots to attend to?” He quizzed and you nodded, narrowing your eyes at his odd behavior. “Go on,” he beckoned his head towards your home office. “We’ll be fine, we’re just going to watch some Tom&Jerry. Right, Olive?” He asked her and she nodded, noising agreement into his hand.
“Whatever,” you chuckled softly and made your way into the home office.
In the living room, Chris and Olive discussed out of your earshot. “She has no clue you’re going to propose, does she?” Olive asked her soon-to-be brother-in-law, giggling. “I am so excited!” She squealed, hopping off the couch. “When are you going to do it? Can I see the ring? Please, Chris? Can I see it?” She jumped up and down; Chris laughed and rose to his feet, picking her up with one arm and spinning her.
“How about you quiet down before you ruin the surprise?”
A/N: This was requested by an non! I hope you all enjoy this! I love you all so much! <3 <3
You stood in the hallway as Dean and Sam talked to God, or Chuck as he called himself. How could Chuck turn out to be God? You couldn’t grasp onto it. You met Chuck such a long time ago and never once did you think he could be God.
As Dean and Sam left the library, you exchanged glances with them, walking in after them. His expression seemed to brighten at the mere sight of you, but that was about to change. Chuck’s smile quickly faded as he averted his eyes from you.
“I was hoping you wouldn’t be upset with me, but I can see that’s not the case,” Chuck mumbled, exhaling heavily. “I don’t understand why you’re upset with me [Y/N]. What did I do wrong?”
“Listen mate, she didn’t take the news well.” Remus said sternly, trying to make it clear that you indeed were not exactly as understanding as Sirius expected you to be. Sirius waved his hand, you would never stay mad at him, you never could. Remus shook his head, running a hand over his face as if he could read Sirius’s thought. “She’s different, now, Sirius. She’s not the same [y/n] that used to run around with us. She’s grown up.”
Before Sirius could even come up with a clever rebuttal, the hall creaked. Both of them looking up to see you in the doorway. Your eyes were gleaming with pure anger with a sliver of relief. You had never truly believed Sirius had done those things that everyone had claimed he had done. But, Merlin’s Beard, you wanted to punch him in his face.
You flinched as he scooted back, his chair scraping loudly against the old wooden floorboards. He moved slowly around the table and towards you, being cautious. Even after all this time, he could still read you. Closing your eyes, you let him embrace you. Squeezing him tight, you could feel tears build up in your eyes.
“If I hadn’t missed you so much, Pads. I wouldn’t think twice hexing you into oblivion.”
“I know, love.” Kissing your forehead, he held you tight. “Let me make it up to you.” Pulling apart, he lifted your chin, his fingers running against your cheek, wiping a tear that had fallen. “Spend the rest of my life making it up to you, yeah?”
Oh! Oh! Can I request a Negan x reader fic where the reader just turned 18 and Negan shares her first drink with her which leads to the bedroom? I got my fingers crossed for a little freaky-Deaky. 🤞🏻❤️ @fandomfreak202
sorry this took a decade to get out! hope you enjoy! x
February. Red circle? Shit. Why did I circle today?” you thought curiously,
looking up at your calendar, you had purchased from the sanctuary’s ‘store’
with your hard earned points. You had the job of laundry, mostly just the wives
dresses and lingerie. They frequently needed them washing, considering Negan
got through at least a minimum of two wives a day. You couldn’t deny your
jealousy, sitting on your ass all day and getting anything you wanted would be
nicer than having to go outside and deal with the post-apocalyptic world. You
knew Negan would never offer you the chance to become a wife, his pet names for
you were ‘kid’ or ‘little one’, making you feel like a three year-old. He would
never see you as a woman, always that kid.
You got ready for the day, grabbing your point’s sheet and
heading down to the washroom. Your friend, Malia was already down there,
working away without you. “Trying to get some extra points? Your a half an hour
early.” She quizzed, looking confused. “No, I’m just a little forgetful today.
I circled today on my calendar and I can’t remember why. Did I ever mention it
to you?” Malia shook her head, folding the top she was holding. “No. I can’t
remember you mentioning anything.” You sighed, feeling stumped. You knew that
it would annoy you until you remembered why today was so special.
You finished your 7 hour shift, placing the washboard back
in its holder. Malia had finished about
an hour ago, saying good night to you as it was getting dark when she left. You
wiped your face with a flannel, a slight sheen of sweat on your forehead. You locked the door to the washroom behind
you, placing the key in your back pocket. You began walking back to your room,
located on the other side of the sanctuary. You took a turn to the left,
walking down the corridor that had the saviour’s rooms along it. Going up the
stairs, you came to the floor that housed the wives and their rooms. A pain of jealousy hit your heart, knowing
Negan was probably with one of them right now.
You came to your door, before Simon sneaked up on you from
behind, wrapping his arms around you in a hug. “Happy birthday, sweetheart!” he
exclaimed, as you turned your head to look at him. That’s what you had forgotten;
it was your birthday today! You didn’t really see the point in celebrating
birthdays anymore, but you didn’t want to put a damper on Simon’s mood. “Thank
you Si. What did you need me for?” You asked, just wanting to get a nice bath.
“Negan wants to see you in his room, asap.” he said, giving you one last hug
before walking off back to his duties.
You started to worry a little, if Negan asked you to visit him, it
wasn’t normally good. Last time, Dwight had been burnt by Negan. You couldn’t
think of anything you might have done to piss him off, so you hoped it wasn’t
anything negative. You walked further upstairs, onto the floor of Negan’s room.
This floor was reserved for Negan and his top guys, making you intimidated and
not worthy of being here. Negan’s door was placed at the end of the hallway,
every step you took felt like a mile. You approached the door, breathing in and
out before knocking firmly on the door.
“Come in!” you heard him shout through the door, firm and
blunt. You pushed the handle down, opening the door with a slight creak. You popped your head around the door, seeing
Negan sat at his desk, leather jacket placed on the back of his suede desk
chair. “You wanted to see me, sir?” you addressed him, not knowing what your
words did to him. “Come on in sweetheart.” He beckoned you in with his fingers;
you feeling yourself swoon at his nickname. You walked further into the room,
his eyes watching your chest swell in the tight tank top you had on. “Don’t be
nervous, darlin’. I brought you in here because…” he started, opening one of
his wooden desk draws to reveal a bottle of whisky. “I want your first drink to
be with me.” He pulled the lid off with his teeth, grabbing two small glasses.
He guided you to the couch, sitting at the side of you. He placed the glasses
on the glass coffee table in front of the couches. He passed you one, clinking the glasses
together before you both gulped them down. You heaved at the taste, feeling the
alcohol burning your throat. “Don’t worry darlin’, you get used to the taste.”
“So you were a teacher? In a school? With children? And you
didn’t get fired, ever?” you asked in disbelief, feeling tipsy from the whisky
you and Negan had been sharing. “Hey now, I was a good fucking teacher. I do
wonder what happened to my students sometimes though, some of them were fucking
good but others were fucking shit.” He confessed, downing the leftover contents
of the glass. “Did they call you coach Negan? Or Mr Negan?” you giggled,
picturing Negan in a sports outfit, playing soccer or basketball. “Always
fucking sir, sweetheart. They showed me respect, just like you do doll. I like
that about you.” He smiled, edging closer to you.
“You know, being 21 now. I
don’t feel any different; I don’t feel like a woman. I mean, what 21 year old
hasn’t had sex before?” you sighed, not realising what you had let slip to your
crush. “You’re a virgin, doll? Oh my
goodness.” He said, getting up from the seat. “Please, don’t treat me like a
kid. Negan.” You sighed, walking over to him, grabbing onto his t-shirt to make
him stay. “I want this, I want you. I have for a while but you see me as some
dumb kid, don’t you?” you cried, letting the alcohol mess with your emotions.
“No sweetheart, I don’t see you as a dumb kid. I see you as an independent,
sexy grown woman. I’ve always wanted you, hell more than my fucking wives. I’ve
imagined you in every position possible, but I didn’t want to act on it because
of your age. I didn’t want to be the creepy old pervert.” He explained, his
eyes burning into yours. “Well, lucky for you. I’m into older guys anyway.” You
whispered into his ear, beginning to kiss under his earlobe. You heard him give
a low growl, picking you up, walking towards the couch again. He put you down,
spreading your legs so he could get in-between them. He placed his lips on
yours, his beard rubbing against your cheek. Your fingers ran through his
slicked back hair, as his hands grasped your waist. You ran your hands down his
chest, and put them up his t-shirt, silently begging for him to take it off. He
whipped it off, disregarding it on the floor, his full attention on you. He
placed his hands on his belt, undoing it so he could get to his zipper.
He began to slide his trousers down his legs
as you took your top off, throwing it down near his t-shirt. You straddled him,
feeling his hardening cock through his boxer shorts. He ran his hands up your
back, unclasping your bra. As soon as your breasts were exposed, he took your
right nipple in his mouth, sucking and teasing. You moaned, grabbing onto his
hair. You broke away from him, so you could take off the rest of your clothes.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this babygirl.” He gasped,
pulling your naked body back on top of him. You put your hands down his boxer
shorts, grasping onto his hard cock. He moaned, bucking his hips slightly as he
lifted himself so you could slide them off his body. They fell like a pool at
the bottom of his feet, kicking them off before climbing back on top of you.
“Fuck, are you ready sweetheart?” he asked, you dripping with anticipation. “Yes
fuck!” you begged, Negan admiring you from above. He slid into your opening,
you fitting him like a glove. You felt a tight pain as he began at a slow pace,
knowing he didn’t want to hurt you. The pain started to subside the faster he
went, you easing more into it. “Fuck, Negan harder!” you moaned, wrapping your
legs around him, allowing him to go deeper. “Fuck, sweetheart. You feel so
fucking good!” he said, grabbing your legs from around him, placing them on his
shoulders. You gasped at the new feeling, pleasure building up in your core.
Negan could feel himself getting ready, not wanting to release before you.
“Come on baby, let me see that pretty cum face of yours.” He growled, hearing
your whimpers and moans bringing him closer to his own climax. You felt
yourself let go, along with a loud shout of Negan’s name. “Fuck, sweetheart.
Shit!” he swore, feeling him release inside you. He fell on top of you, making
sure not to crush your body in the process.
Imagine waking up on Christmas morning to a call from your parents saying they had a break in, and that they had managed to handcuff the intruder at gunpoint (something that was legal where you live) and that the police were on their way. You quickly drive over to check on them, only to find a very flustered Doctor handcuffed on the dining room chair. He gets incredibly happy to see you, and reveals that the TARDIS had accidentally given him your old address instead of your current one.
“Doc?! What are you doing here?”
“Well I was trying to surprise you for Christmas but… wrong house I suppose.”
“Yeah- you supposed correctly!”
(Parental Unit #1) “You know him?!”
“Yes, unfortunately. This giddy idiot is the Doctor.”
(GUYS LOOK AT HOW CUTE AND HAPPY HE IS I MISS HIM SO MUCH OMG HE’S SO ADORABLE LOOK AT THAT GIF HE’S SO PURE)
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.”
A/N: Part 5A, ‘cause we gotta have our main go through a bit of an obstacle. You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and ‘She Said Yes’ - Masterlist; ‘Miss Graduate’: Part 1/Part 2A/2B/2C/Part 3/Part 4)
You hugged your laptop bag to your chest, nervously chewing on the inside of your cheek. You were about to meet with Geoffrey Davis, the head of production at New Line Cinema, to pitch your ideas as well as show him a few of the scripts you’d finished for school. When you told Chris about the materials you were taking with you for the meeting, he asked why you didn’t choose your mini series to pitch. He thought it was perfect to be turned into a television series, or even a movie. He’d read the original- the one you’d kept from Tumblr as you wrote in third person with an actual character rather than a reader insert. He believed it had a lot of potential and didn’t understand why you didn’t want to pitch it, arguing that “fan fiction or not, it’s a great story” when you turned down his suggestion because you didn’t think anyone would want to turn a fan girl’s fantasy into something for the screens.
Chris pulled into the parking lot of the studio’s headquarters and turned to you. You were so nervous and deep in your own thoughts that you didn’t notice his car had stopped, you could only hear all the voices in your head. They were all very mean, convincing you that “it’s not going to happen” and that “you are going to get rejected” and how “they probably won’t even see you.” You reached for your right earlobe and fiddled with your earring, then reached for your clover necklace with the other hand and fiddled with the pendant. These were all things you did when you were nervous, like they were capable of distracting you from your thoughts; they weren’t.
“Hey,” Chris reached over the gearbox and curled his fingers over your wrists, gently pulling them away from your jewelry. “I know you’re nervous, but you just gotta breathe.” He forced your gaze onto him, making obvious breathing movements so you could follow suit. “Okay,” one hand released your wrist to caress your face, “now you are going to be fine. Geoff and I talked, you’ve got a ten o'clock with him and he’s very excited to meet you. All you need to do is walk in there and dazzle him with your talents.”
“Dazzle,” you swallowed with a nod. “I can do dazzle.”
“I know you can,” he smiled, giving your cheek a quick brush with his thumb before returning both hands to his side. “Now I’ve got a meeting myself, so I’ll be back to pick you up. Geoff said he’s giving you an hour, so hopefully my side ends by eleven. If I’m not here when you get out, just text me and hang out at the Starbucks for a little bit.” You nodded, not ready processing what he was telling you because you were trying to focus on your breathing. “You are going to do amazing, baby.” He leaned forward and smacked a loud kiss on the side of your head, successfully drawing a smile from you. “Now go,” he chuckled, reaching over you to open your door. “Get out of my car.”
“Get out of my car?” You simultaneously scoffed and chuckled at the same time. “Is that really how a gentleman talks to his lady?” You asked as you got out, closing the door behind you. “Should really call Lisa to give his smart-ass a whooping,” you mumbled to yourself, smiling.
Chris wound down the window as you walked around to his side, “no, but I know if I don’t kick you out- you’re not going to get out.” He rested his elbow on the window’s ledge, eyes darting to his watch to remind you it was almost ten. “Hop along, little bunny. Hollywood awaits,” he beckoned his head to the entrance behind you. You turned and stared at the entrance, feet unable to move despite how much your brain told them too. “You’re going to nail it,” Chris assured you.
“As hard as you nailed me last night?” You heard yourself murmur the joke under your breath; Chris laughed, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to. “Okay,” you huffed, glancing back at him with a forced smile. “I’m going in, wish me luck.”
“Luck is for the talentless,” he winked and your forced smile became slightly more genuine. “Power couple!” He called out as you walked away from his car, making you chuckle. You held up a hand and wave at him without turning around. “Power couple indeed,” Chris smiled when he saw you disappear behind the doors, then drove off to his own meeting.
• • • • • • • •
The scene inside was incredibly overwhelming, everyone was moving at a pace you knew you’d have trouble keeping up with if you got an internship there. It was at that point that you realized how lucky you were to have someone like Chris. Yes, there would be negative repercussions, but whether or not you used the help he offered- there was going to be hell to pay anyway. This was Hollywood, whether or not you knew people- it was going to be just as hard a climb to the top. If you could have a safety line, or a partner to help you along the way- why wouldn’t you?
You took a deep breath and clutched your bag strap tightly as you made your way to the front desk. “Excuse me,” you politely tried to get the busy receptionist’s attention. “I’m here to see Geoffrey Davis, I believe I have a ten o'clock appointment. I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” you introduced yourself with a sweet smile.
Upon disclosing your name, it was like the room slowed. Suddenly, everyone stopped what they were doing and all eyes were on you. You swallowed as the whispers began and the dirty looks came. Suddenly, you remembered why you wouldn’t accept Chris’ help. Suddenly, you knew exactly what you were so afraid of.
“Y/N Y/L/N?” The receptionist practically smirked when she repeated your name. “You have a ten o'clock?” She darted her gleaming gaze from you to her computer, typing something in as she moved her mouse. “Oh yes, but I’m afraid we’re going to have to cancel.” You felt your eyes narrow slightly. “Mr. Davis isn’t in at the moment, he’s currently in New York hearing a pitch from an actual screenwriter.” You suppressed your urge to scoff by pressing your lips together. “Sorry, sweetie.” She faked the sweetest smile at you which induced a fist clench.
“I’m guessing I shouldn’t come back at a later time?” You remained your professional composure, smiling politely as you spoke calmly. You already knew this was going to happen, as much as you wanted to cry or get mad- you couldn’t because you’d prepared yourself. You had to just suck it up and leave like you’d promised you would when it happened.
“No, you shouldn’t.” Her eyes weren’t even on you as she said that, she had returned her focus to whatever she was working on on her computer. The phone rang and she picked it up, waving you off with a hand when she realized you were still standing there. “New Line Cinema, Rebecca speaking. How may I be of assistance?”
You sighed as you turned around, making your way to the exit. You heard the whispers as you walked past, like the knife Rebecca had twisted into your heart wasn’t enough. It was like you were walking through a minefield, each step was another blow sending shattered pieces of your heart and soul sky high.
“Of course Geoffrey wasn’t going to meet with her, why would he waste his time?”
“She thinks that just because she’s Chris Evans’ fiancé, she’s entitled to a meeting.”
“I have no idea what he sees in her, she’s an unemployed twenty-one year old graduate.”
“She’s a child compared to him, not to mention a complete nobody. I don’t know why he’d-”
You got out before you could hear the end of that sentence. You knew being with Chris had its uphill battles, you’d been through quite a bit during your time with him- even when you were just a friend. The paparazzi and the fans- they pounced on you any chance they got, criticizing you whenever you made a mistake. Sometimes you didn’t even have to do anything, you could be squinting at the sun while walking with Chris and they’d come up with a new headline ‘Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N’s relationship are on the rocks!’ Then of course, there was the social status and age gap; you were twenty-one and a nobody, and Chris was thirty-eight and a world-famous movie star. It was puzzling for those who didn’t know the relationship, it didn’t make sense. But it didn’t matter what they thought- it hurt hearing it, but it didn’t matter because you and Chris knew why you were together and that was enough.
You had an hour to kill now, an hour to get your story together so you could tell Chris what happened in a way that wouldn’t make him angry at everyone at New Line Cinema. You were probably going to have to lie for that to happen, but you both agreed you’d be honest about things so…This was going to be a bit of a sticky situation for you. You sighed and crossed the road to go sit in the Starbucks and work on your story, as well as have a drink to soothe yourself.
(Events happen a few months after TVD 8.16 and right after TO 4.02 … Kai and Reader are having fun at the Mystic Grill when some old friends of Reader show up. Kai gets jealous and … - keep reading to find out :P )
It was around 7PM , Kai and Y/N were at the (surprisingly empty) Mystic Grill sitting at the bar drinking and laughing. Y/N had challenged Kai to do tequilla shots. He always told her she doesn’t want to see him on tequilla which only made her want to see it more. Downside was as vampires their alchohol tollerance was higher than the ones human have , so they kept drinking. So far Kai was winning. Y/N looked at him , smiling. Kai grinned back and put his hand on her waist leaning in to whisper in her ear “You will loooose.” before kissing her neck. “Even when I lose , I still win..” she had replied to him. Suddenly Y/N felt someone’s presense close by. At first she thought it was the alchohol getting to her but then … “Hey there , Trouble.” Y/N heard a familiar voice with an accent and froze in place completely stunned. There was only one person who called her that. Kai looked at her and then at the surprise visitor. Slowly she turned around and when Y/N saw who it was , a wide smile spread on her face. “Kol ?” she leaped from her seat and wrapped her hands around the new comer. Kai finished his drink , he wasn’t happy they had been interrupted but tried to hide it. “Oh my God ! How are you back ? I thought I’d never see you again after the Other Side disappeared…“ Y/N said excitedly. “Mother dearest pulled me and my brother Finn back before it collapsed. Of course ,you know how my family is - she came back from the dead and tried to kill us again. …"Kol trailed off. Y/N’s eyes widened. Kai cleared his throat and both Y/N and Kol turned towards him. Y/N took a step closer to Kai and he wrapped his hands around her , the look on his face clearly stating ‘Hands off. She belongs with me.’ “Sorry.” Y/N apologised to Kai , kissing his cheek. “Kai , this is my very good friend -” “Best friend.” Kol interrupted. Y/N smiled , “My BEST friend Kol Mikaelson. He is an Original vampire.” Kol smiled and nodded at Kai who pulled Y/N even closer to him. “Kol , this is Kai Parker … my boyfriend.” Kai outstretched his hand , Kol doing the same and they shook hands , a few moments longer than normal. Y/N took a deep breath… The situation was getting more and more awkward by the moment. Her eyes darted between Kai and Kol , there was a tension building in the air and she had to think fast before any of them did something stupid but before she had had the chance to speak … “So , Kai … ” Kol started saying as he took the seat on the other side of Y/N “I hope you are treating Y/N with respect…” he said trailing off. “Because if you aren’t - ” Clearly Kol’s time away hadn’t changed him at all. He had always acted like Y/N was his little sister , ready to protect her from whatever or whoever would ever want to hurt her. "Don’t be mean Kol.” said a female voice. Behind him had walked in another old friend of Y/N… well , more like frenemy. "I am sure if he had tried to hurt her in any way, Damon would’ve ripped his head off. You know how protective the vampires here are over their human friends.“ Rebekah said reaching behind the bar to grab a bottle with bourbon. Y/N and Kai exchanged looks. "Hello Y/N … Y/N’s boyfriend.” Rebekah said nodding towards Kai who gave her a small smile in response. Y/N tensed. "Rebekah … long time.“ she said pausing for a second. "What are you doing here ? Looking for Matt ?” “Not exactly but it would be nice to see him. Where is he ?” “You might wanna try the police station.Ask for sheriff Donovan.” Y/N said shifting uncomfortably. Kai whispered in Y/N’s ear “You OK?” Y/N only nodded turning her attention back to the Mikaelsons. Clearly Y/N wasn’t OK. The girl , Rebekah made her feel uncomfortable for some reason. “Any particular reason you both decided to drop by ? Kol being here - I like … You ? Not so much.” Y/N said , her voice slightly trembling. Rebekah visibly got angry by the remark and reached for Y/N’s neck but Kol pulled her back as Kai quickly pushed Y/N behind him. “Sister .. calm down. You don’t want to cause a scene , do you Bex ?” Kol said calmly.