Get Over Yourself, McLean - Chris McLean X Reader

“Get over yourself, McLean” - Chris McLean x reader

Author’s Note: I honestly don’t know but enjoy anyway. Reader is gender-neutral. 

Warning: TOXIC LOVE

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  There’s a lot of things you could say about Chris McLean. Of course, you could go on and on about his charming attitude with the cameras or his brilliant ideas when it comes to reality TV. You could also say a few things about his personal life too.

  When his current manager called you one evening to ask if you would consider taking a position in McLean’s new show, you almost hung up. There was no way you were working with your ex-boyfriend of all people. However, being the respectable and polite celebrity you were, you allowed them to explain the situation.

  You still chuckle at yourself for accepting. They reciprocated with eager that they needed a co-host for an upcoming show called Total Drama Island. They wanted someone more level-headed to contrast from Chris’s boisterous personality. It will consist of twenty-two contestants going through different trials put on by Chris, all competing for tabloid fame and a small fortune.  Even if he was striking by himself, the show would do so much better with someone to balance the care for the campers. Who better than the old power duo of (Y/N) (L/N) and Chris McLean?

  You knew what they were actually doing, a wolf in sheep’s clothing scenario. The directors wanted a host romance, or at least allow the audience to make up theories about your relationship with the Host with the Most. Honestly, you didn’t care. There was no way you were falling in love with him again. You only had to deal with him for eight weeks, then never see his stupid face for the next decade. 

    When your yacht came up onto the dock of the island, you immediately cringed by the smell that hung in the air. The island itself featured a few rickety cabins and a mess hall that looked like it was minutes from collapsing. You almost felt bad for the teenagers who would be staying here, but it’s not like they didn’t sign a contract. Even if they were promised a stay at a five-star resort.

  “Let me help you with your bags,” a gruff voice says from behind you. You recognized it to be Chef, an old friend of Chris. You recall that he’s a rough character, but he was always kind to you. You assume it was because you were Chris’s old sweetheart. He was invited to the wedding, after all. Times do change, don’t they?

  “Sure. Didn’t think I’d see you here. Nice to see you again,” you say sweetly, handing him one of your bags.

  “Yeah… I didn’t think I would be here either,” Chef grumbles, taking another suitcase and throwing it over his shoulder, “I’m surprised you actually showed up.”

  “Come on, it’s not like me to put down a challenge! Mind showing me where we’re staying?”

  He nods, walking past you with a rugged smile. “It’s just, you and Chris… You fell out, yeah? When was the last time you talked?”

  “The campers are sure in for a treat when they arrive, huh?” You say, stretching your arms over your head with a yawn. 

  “Short Stack,” he answers with the nickname he used to call you, “You know he’ll wanna talk to you.”

  “I’m an adult, Chef. I know what I got myself into.”

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  Actually, seeing Chris was harder than you thought it was going to be. You wanted to run and hide as you made your way back to the dock. The first episode was airing tonight, and the crew wanted to make sure everything was prepared for when the contestants arrived. Old memories swirl in your thoughts as he turns in your direction. As much as you wanted to turn away from his overambitious smile, you had to stay professional. The camera crew gets you mic-ed up, before directing you to your designated spot.

  “I’m so stoked you accepted the offer,” Chris grins.

  “I don’t usually decline a gig either,” you reply coolly as you straighten the creases of your sheer blouse.

  “Starting in five!” Someone calls out.

  “So excited to work with you again! Just like old times, huh?” He says with the same enthusiasm he always has. He places an arm around you, rubbing your side.

  You smack his hand away. “We are co-worker, Mr. McLean. Act like it.”

  “I am!” He whines as he shakes the stinging sensation from his fingers. “(Y/N)-bear, no need to be that way!”

  “Don’t call me that!”

  “You used to love it.”

  “Key word: used to. Get over yourself, McLean.”

  Chris is quiet for a moment, folding his arms over his chest. “You’re still mad about that?”

  Your eyes narrow at him, and he frowns for the first time.

  “You know it wasn’t like that,” He pouts. 

  “I’m not talking about this,” you hiss through your teeth.

  “She flirted first-”

  “It was a freaking interview- shut up. Just shut your mouth. We are here to host, nothing more. I’m not here to start up old drama.”

  “See a yacht- starting in 5, 4, 3. 2,- ACTION!” A director announces.

  Both you and Chris beam for the cameras. You stood tall, putting on a friendly façade for the viewers. On the inside, you wanted to strangle Chris.

 “Welcome back to Total Drama Island!” Chris proclaims, his arms stretched out wide, “I’m your host, Chris McLean, with everyone’s beloved (Y/N) (L/N)!”

 “Great to be here, Chris!”

 “Awesome. It’s time to meet our first eleven campers!”

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Jess Asks for Help

Dean x sister! reader x Sam

Inspired by Episode 1

Description: As Dean is trying to convince Sam to join the the expedition to find dad, the youngest Winchester helps Sam's girlfriend in the kitchen.

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        The road was eerily vacant as Dean slowly presses the gas pedal on the Impala. He stops in front of a particular building, observing the complex for any openings he could get into.

        "So, this is where Sammy lives?" (Name) whispers from the backseat, nervous to speak any louder in fear of somehow alerting someone.

        "Yeah," Dean replies while putting the key in his jacket. He steps out of the car, leaning down to look at his sister. "Stay in the car; I'll be back in a few."

        "Okay," she murmurs, leaning slightly against the driver's seat. "Hurry back." He nods before shutting the door.

        Soon enough though, (Name) got bored. She retraces her brother's steps and begins to climb up the building with the upmost caution. She makes it to the window and crawls in.

"(Name)-"                       

"I thought I told you to stay in the car."

        Two voices spoke at the same time. Both of her brothers were standing a few feet from the window. A smile etches across the young Winchester's face. She races to hug her second oldest brother. "Sam!"

        Hey, how are you?" Sam asks softly, gently wrapping his arms around her.

        "I missed you," She says.

        "Sam?" a woman's voice calls from the doorway. Light sheds through the room as a lamp turns on, revealing a pretty blondie in her sleepwear.

        "Jess... hey," Sam says, pushing his sister away slightly. He looks at Dean, frowning. "Dean, this is my girlfriend Jessica."

        "Wait, your brother Dean?"Jessica questions with a small smile, "so this must be (Name)," she said, looking at the only girl in the room besides her.

        "I love the smurfs," Dean says suddenly, a lazy grin on his face. (Name) rolls her eyes. "You know, I gotta tell you, you are way out of my brother's league." Dean proceeds to get closer to Jessica, ignoring the fact his siblings were still in the rooms.

        "Just let me put something on," Jessica replies, glancing at Sam for help. 

        "no, no, no. I wouldn't dream of it... seriously. Anyway, I got to borrow your boyfriend  here to talk about some private family business but, uh, nice meet'n you."

        "No," Sam states boldly as he walks over to Jess's side, "no, whatever you want to say, you can say in front of her."

        "Ok," Dean says, "um, Dad hasn't been home in a few days."

        "So he's working overtime, he'll stumble back in sooner or later," Sam retorts coolly. 

        "Dad's on a hunting trip and he hasn't been home in a few days." Silence fills the room as Sam thinks for a brief moment.

        "Jess, excuse us." the brothers walk towards the door, leaving behind the two females in the room.

        "(Name)," Jess says after a brief pause, "would you like to help with breakfast?"

        (Name) watches as the hot liquid drizzles into the coffee pot, rising ounce by ounce until it reaches full capacity. Jessica stood behind her cutting strawberries into a bowl.

        "You seem to know how to work that thing," Jess says, trying to make conversation.

        "Yeah. I make coffee for my dad and Dean sometimes. Never tried it though."

        "You're close with your family, aren't you?"

        "Kind of."

        "That's nice. You must have been sad when Sam left for college."

        "Devastated," (Name) mutters, turning around to look at Jessica, "We've been through a lot..."

        "I'm sure," she replies. She pops a strawberry into her mouth, then offers one to the girl. "Strawberry?"

        "Love one," (Name) smiles back, snagging one from the bowl. The two females begin to joke around, sharing the fruit between them, until Sam comes in.

        "Come on (Name), we're leaving," he says as he heads to one of the rooms at the back of the apartment. Jess follows after him. (Name) follows suit, but hesitates at the end of the hallway.

        "Wait, your taking off?" Jess's voice can be heard from the room. "Is this about your dad? Is he alright?"

        After a few minutes, Sam comes out with a duffel bag hanging from his shoulder. Jess leans against the bedroom doorway, waving goodbye. Sam took (Name) by the shoulders, guiding her out of the apartment and down the stairs.

        "So, your coming with us?" (Name) asks in hope.

        "Just until Monday."

        "Good enough for me."

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Please Don't be Mad

Paring: Dean x sister! reader

Description: The youngest Winchester decides to sneak out without her brothers knowing. However, something happens that she ends up having to call Dean.

Warnings: Slight angst, unwanted sexual attention

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    Dean woke up abruptly to his phone ringing. At first he thought it was his imagination and he closes his eyes to re-picture the girl he was having fun with in his dream. However, the wretched sound repeats itself, pounding into his head like a migraine. He felt around on the covers irately looking for his phone. A grumble leaves his lips as he throws his legs over the side of the bed. A soft glow lights up beside his feet and he could feel the vibrations through the floor as the device blares on with that infuriating ring. He picks it off the ground and answers without looking at the Caller ID.

        "What do you want?" He asks gruffly.

        "Dean," a girl cries from the other end, "please don't be mad."

        "(Y/n), what the hell? It's like 1:30 in the morning-"

         "Can you please pick me up?"

        "What are you talking about?"

        "I left the bunker without you or Sammy's permission."

        "Then I'm sure you can manage the problem on your own," he said after a short thought. He was about to hang up out of spite until his sister began to sob on the other end. "Alright," he sighs, "I'm on my way. Where are you?"

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        A smile reaches (y/n) Winchester's face as she looks around at all of the people. Music booms into her skull and neon lights paint the bodies of everyone in the room. The abandoned barn was quite claustrophobic and she had to be careful not to bump into any of the dancing duos.

        She will admit, she was nervous to come when the Gothic girl at the gas station told her about it. Mostly, it was because she's never really done anything without her protective brothers right in tow. Of course, She's been to places like this when her brothers wanted to relax, but she has never experienced it by herself.

        Although, her stomach continually tightens from the separation, excitement bubbles over that anxiety. She wanders around like a lost puppy, in awe with everything that her eyes cross, and finds herself at the snack bar. She grabs one of the plastic cups and fills it halfway with the red drink presented in the punch bowl.

        "Hey there," a boy says, coming up behind her. "Let's dance." His breath reeked of alcohol.      

        "No thank you," (Y/n) politely says, unwrapping his arms from her waist. She begins to leave until a force knocks her against the table. Her beverage falls to the ground, staining the rotten wood with a deep brown. 

        "That wasn't a question," the boy sneers into her ear. He begins to grind against her legs, laughing as he sees tears stinging at the edge of her eyes. "It'll be quick," he mumbles, his hot breath leaving goosebumps to run along her neck.

        "Leave me alone," (Y/n) yells and swings her fist into his nose. Blood specks around her knuckles and she notices the boy holding his face, red spilling between his fingers.

        Anger flares withing his eyes as he looks at her. (Y/n)'s body trembles under his gaze. She bolts towards the entrance, hearing the boy trail behind her as she races through the crowd. "You're dead-" His voice is muffled by the speakers.

        (Y/n) struggles to get her phone out as she makes it to the open double doors. She scrolls through her contacts as she races to the side of the barn. She traces along the wooden grey wall, dirt collecting on her finger tip. She decides to hide under a couple of planks propped against the barn and holds the phone to her ear. "Dean, please don't be mad."

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Headlights glare into (Y/n)'s hiding hole as the Impala pulls up beside the building. The young Winchester scurries out and walks over to the driver's side door. Dean didn't bother looking at her through the rolled down window; he kept his eyes ahead of him with a bored expression.

        "Dean, I-"

        "Just get in the car."

        The Impala soon rolls off the dirt path that leads out of the farmland. Dean turns onto the main road and passes a glance at (Y/n).

        "Mind telling me why you thought it was a good idea to sneak out?" Dean asks in a serious tone. His sister shrugs in return. "You don't know? Then why the hell did you do it? Do you know how dangerous that is- what if something happens and me or Sammy don't have any idea where you are! Have you thought about that?" Dean raises his voice.

        "Why can't you just leave me be," (Y/n) mutters, leaning against her palm and staring out the window.

        "What was that?"

        "Why can't you just leave me be." The girl repeats loudly, turning to face her brother.

        "Huh, I wonder why? We fight the Supernatural for a living, (Y/n). You know better than to ask that. It's for your safety."

        "It's not my fault I was born into this stupid family," She suddenly yells out. The car ride becomes thick with silence and Dean's anger could be felt, pulsating off his body in rapid waves. (Y/n) looks down at her lap in guilt. "I didn't mean that."

        "Sure you didn't."

        "It's just that, I never get to experience anything without you or Sammy being protective about it. I wanted to try something without being coaxed out of it."

        "Why bother calling then, if you wanted the 'experience'," Dean snaps sarcastically. 

        "I was scared..."

        "Scared of what?" Dean says with a dry laugh.

        "This guy, he tried... he tried to-" a sob wrecks up her throat as she tries to explain the situation that unfolded a few minutes prior. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't know what to do and y-you were the first person who I knew would come rescue me." A large hand falls unto her trembling one and traces along her palm in comfort. 

        "It's OK. you don't have to say anymore," Dean shushes. (Y/n) interlocks her fingers between his calloused ones and holds on tightly.

        "I won't do anything without you permission again," she whispers.

        "I know," he smiles softly, "and (Y/n)? Your grounded."

POV: You hold their hand

𝙳𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚒𝚏 𝚡 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍! 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝙶𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚞 𝚡 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍! 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚡 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍! 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Ⓝⓞⓣⓔⓢ    : 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘋𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘧'𝘴, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢'𝘴, 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘋𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘧'𝘴, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢'𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘧'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘎𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘶'𝘴

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S̲c̲a̲r̲a̲m̲o̲u̲c̲h̲e̲:̲

   It takes a lot of strength and order to keep his position as the sixth Fatui Harbinger. Not that he fears of losing his position; he’d love to see someone dare to go against him. When it comes to vulnerability, however; that’s where he strikes out. Since he was created, he quickly learned to only count on himself. Any other emotions besides anger and pride would present him as weak. That’s why he found it rather difficult to interact with the child following closely behind him. They stuck to him like glue, their puny fingers barely grazing along the sleeve of his cloak.

  “Can I hold your hand,” the child quietly asks out of the blue. The heels of their shoes click to a sudden stop as Scaramouche turns his fierce gaze at them. He observes their fast-paced breath as they clasp their hands against their chest to ease the trepidation sinking into their heart. They barely looked at him as their (E/C) eyes dash across the ambiguous hallway.

  “What makes you think I’d let you do that?” He replies in a snarky tone. The tears that collect in their eyes makes his jaw tighten. He shouldn’t be persuaded so easily by the needs of a child. Nevertheless, the constant alarm that settles on their face is one he knows all too well; the fear of being abandoned.

  “Please,” the child hiccups, “I’m scared…”

  The Harbinger says nothing in return, but as he extends his arm out, it is clear that he needs this child as much as they need him. He would never admit it though. 

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G̲o̲r̲o̲u̲:̲

  The general of Watasumi Island is very loyal to its people; much so that he would take away every burden presented to the villagers if he could. Gorou knew the realism of that though, however; he stood proud on what he could accomplish. That’s why he was more than happy to escort the youngest solider of Sangonomiya across the vast land.

  A fervent look sets on the Gorou’s face as he calculates how far his destination is and any potential dangers that will lurk in between. He felt more than capable in protecting himself. Though, he wanted to be extra cautious for the child walking closely behind him. What would he do if something were to happen to them? 

  “Gorou?” They call as they stop in their tracks.

  “What is it, young trainee? Is something wrong?” He answers in slight panic.

  “I’m alright… Although, I feel you are worried about something. Is it me?”

  “It is my job to look after you. Do not stress yourself for my well-being.”

  The child hums in response before reaching out to Gorou. “May I hold your hand, General? I do not want to stray from you.”

  Unconsciously, Gorou’s eyes shift to the bandage wrapped securely around their face, and his ears flush downward in sorrow. He never wishes for such pain to befall them again.

  “Of course, (Y/N). You may hold my hand.” 

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  D̲a̲i̲n̲s̲l̲e̲i̲f̲:̲

  The old knight of Khaenri'ah did not pursue companionship. After many centuries of living alone, consumed by the thought of ending the Abyss, he gave up on the idea of friends a long time ago. Why prioritize something that will pass by quickly?

  Though he was sure of this, his mind betrayed him so as he his gaze kept lingering to the child beside him. A mop of (H/C) bounced as the child tries to keep pace with his stride. Orbs of (E/C) glare at the grass below, a sniffle escaping them.

  “You are not very good at hiding your emotions, young one. Do what you may, but you are welcome to confide in me,” Dainsleif announces as he stops.

  The child glances up at the man, their body trembling. Dainsleif takes note of their scared posture but says nothing. “I don’t want to…” they whimper. 

  “Whatever do you mean, child?”

  “I don’t want to be alone,” they inform with a sob, “Please don’t leave me alone…”

  Dainsleif freezes, their words striking deeply in him. He never thought much about the predicament this child was forced into. Yes, he knew that the Abyss took them for a reason, experimenting on the poor mortal in hopes of gaining intel. He himself was quite surprised when he found them tucked away in a corner after he infiltrated one of their camps. The Abyss were a nasty bunch; whatever they wanted from this child; they must’ve taken care of anything that stood in their path. This child was truly alone.

  Dainsleif sighs out, taking their hand in his. “I never planned on leaving you in the first place. Come, there is work to be done.” 

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