Let’s Celebrate Life
A/N: mmmm yeah...eh so this is something personal I started back in May on my dad’s birthday and kinda wrapped up today since it’s anniversary of his passing. I’m just in a weird mood and was thinkin about this fic and decided to post it...but idk I might delete it...this was written to help myself feel better...
Miss you dad.
Relationship: Taika Waititi x black!reader
Warnings: angst, fluff, emotions, it’s a lot cuz I’m in my feeeeeelings
The morning has been rough, rougher than I expected days leading up to this...but it never goes like I think. Grieving is son of a bitch...and never ending. Twice a year, I’m a blubbering fool missing my dad. His voice, his laugh, his scruffy cheeks. So when I woke up out of my sleep already crying, I turned over for my phone to text him,
Then cried hysterically for an hour or so before I ended up falling asleep again...but my REM was cruel, riddled with memories and nightmares. Thank God I woke up to see his kind brown eyes fretting over me tossing and turning.
“I got here as fast as I could.”
The moment his thumb brushes my damp cheek, I choke on a sob and the tears start to flow on their own. Burying my pounding head deeper into my pillow I’m happy, relieved, he’s here but I’m just not there emotionally yet. Those pretty eyes of his welling up at the sight of me of breaking down all over again. It just made me cry harder.
“What do you want baby?” He wipes away tears as they burn my skin on contact. “What do you need of me?”
Too busy choking on my sobs, I just reach out for him. Taika doesn’t hesitate; pulling his shirt and shoes off he pulls back the covers, falling into my arms. Shushing me, we shape into each other’s bodies. Taika cradling my burning wet face into his hairy chest. He doesn’t say much as I let it all go, tugging and holding me so close. Listening to me lose it has him clearing his throat, fighting back his own tears until he can’t take it anymore.
“Okay babe, okay.” He shushes me again, tilting my head up to face him so he can clean my face. “Let’s breathe now. Let’s get ahold of ourselves.” He mumbles kissing my forehead, soothing me and it’s working. “Would you like some coffee?”
“Mmhmm,” my voice cracks, closing my eyes when he kisses my forehead again, enjoying the feeling of his mustache tickling me. “Thank you...”
And I meant it because what if he couldn’t be here? Those are the first words I’ve muttered all morning. I open my tired swollen eyes to a grinning Taika still caressing my hot face.
“Anything for you. Are you going to get up now? Or is it a breakfast in bed morning?”
Sighing a chuckle as he kisses the bridge of my nose, I say, “I’ll get up.”
“Good.” His lips curl. “Call me if you need me.”
Taika goes to tear up my kitchen because I’m sure he’s going to cook breakfast and not just make coffee. I try to get my life together, shedding a few tears here and there as I shower and get dressed. Seeing how tired and puffy I look in the mirror I know it’s going to be a long day.
Walking into my kitchen, I discover that I was right and the dork has gone a little overboard with breakfast. Waffles, bacon, fruit, eggs, and still going, he’s facing the stove as I laugh at his back with a shake of my head. Too sweet, he’ll do anything to make me smile.
“Did you at least make coffee?” I ask taking a slice of bacon off a plate.
Spinning around with a mug that magically appeared, he smiles and hands it over. “Of course,” he winks, “but I’m starving and I know you’re hungry so I made breakfast but with a twist.”
Before I could take a sip of my coffee Taika takes my lips, catching me off guard a bit but quickly getting swept up in his long hold. Can’t help but love that mouth, the way his prickly hairs itch against my chin. Both of us grinning and humming as he breaks the kiss but stays near.
“Morning.” I bite down on my bottom lip, allowing the warm feeling to spread over my body. So happy to feel something other than the sadness that usually succumbs over me. So happy he was able to come to my rescue.
“Morning back babe.” He chuckles pecking my lips again.
“So what’s the twist?” I ask taking a sip of the best coffee because this mans knows how to make my perfect cup like the back of his thick hand.
“I made your dad’s favorites, which coincidently are your favorites.” He shoots me a coy smirk over his shoulder going back to the stove that strikes me right in the heart. That’s something I definitely didn’t expect.
“Taika...” I sigh, “you didn’t...”
“We’re celebrating. So yes I did.”
That smile of his so long and curvy, it does something to me. It shuts me up. He can have his way today. Smiling and giggling back I let Taika distract me with his chaotic chatter about whatever. Forcing myself to focus on his mumbling and stumbling words and not on the last time my dad made me grits or surprising everyone in the house with his cinnamon pancakes. The memories make my eyes burn. Turning my head away, I clam my eyes shut and try to fight them back. Taika just takes my hand with both hands.
“Hey, hey. It’s okay. Let it out if you have to babe.” He coaches kissing my knuckles.
“I’m tired of crying Taika. My eyes are fuckin tired.” I whimper, breathing slow to stuff the climbing sobs back down. I couldn’t tell if he was helping or not because the more he kissed and touched at me, the more I wanted to fall apart.
“Come here.” He softly calls to me, gently pulling me out of my chair into his lap. A part of me felt so stupid for being such an emotional wreck in front of him but I also knew he didn’t care about that. He’s here to take care of these exact moments. To be my emotional support. Just to hold me, smother me with his love and affection but my depression’s a son of a bitch.
“Do you wanna get back in bed? We can lie around for a bit until you feel like you’re up for something else...”
Heaving a tired sigh I nod and he guides me back to my room, never letting go of my hand even as we get back into bed together. He doesn’t even speak, just cuddles me close as I lay my head on his chest, listen to his heartbeat. Shutting my eyes, I enjoy the silence, the rhythmic thumping, and his hand softly rubbing my arm. Holding him beats holding a pillow. Taika sighs deeply, burying his face into my hair.
“It’s going to be okay love...” his breath warms my scalp. “I’m here for you.” He gently squeezes my fingers and I grin into his hairy chest.
“I appreciate you...I really do. More than you know Taika.”
Somehow I passed out, all lost in my thoughts about my dad and Taika’s soothing heartbeat but it’s no longer beneath me. As I wake, I hear muted thumping, something upbeat coming from the other room. Stroking my hand where Taika once was, I sit up disoriented. Where’s that music coming from? Reaching for my phone, I see a text from him on my screen that says,
Put on something cute and meet me in the living room.
The song changes in the other room to something a little slower. I go to my closet with a lopsided smirk, follow his orders. He’s always up to something. I slip on my cutest, simplest dress and fix up my tired face to meet him in the living room.
When does he have the time to do such grand gestures? How long was I out? Taika’s decorated my living room with colorful streamers, drinks and snacks sitting on my coffee table. This man has no chill. If I hadn’t just spent 5 minutes on my eyeliner I would cry. Walking in from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn, a well dressed Taika’s surprised to see me and smiles wide.
“What are you doing?” I coyly smirk with an arched eyebrow as he places the bowl down on the table, grabbing a glass in the process.
“We’re having a party. Here.” He places the glass in my open palm and kisses me on the cheek. “It’s time to celebrate life.” He announces proudly turning to get his own glass, holding it high with his chin up. Taika said the sad portion of the day is over, time to end it on a good note. All I can do is shake my head with a bashful smile. This is why I call him. This is why I need him. He can bring me out of anything with that crazy whimsical brain and goofy smile. He knows exactly what I need to turn my attitude around. Keeping his glass up, he taps my elbow to raise mine like his, ready to toast with that witty grin of his.
“To your dad. For creating such an amazing person. And for living such an amazing life.”
Looking deep into those warm wrinkly eyes, we clink glasses as my eyes well up with tears but if I wasn’t too busy giggling at this beautiful man, I’d be bawling. Because he’s too much. But he’s also right. We should celebrate.
“To my dad.”
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