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fandom-puff · 4 years

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An Unmarried Lady

Pairing: sandor clegane x Lannister! reader

Requested by: anon

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Summary: A Lannister woman with no husband was odd... Cersei and Tywin are determined to marry you off...

AN: ah! I haven’t written for Sandor clegane I’m so long!! This is my first like,,, imagine with him so I hope you enjoy it 💕 also, the reader is younger than Tyrion here ( I know he’s the youngest in the books and TV series but... just go with it okay :p)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, Joffrey Baratheon

Wine flowed freely when your nephew was in a good mood. A rebellion in the city had been quashed and Joffrey was adamant that a party be thrown to honour his victory. You rolled your eyes. Stupid boy. Still, it gave you an excuse to drink and dance without worrying so much about your reputation as the King’s Aunt. You might even be able to sneak away with Sandor...

Unfirtunately, your father and sister spent a lot of their time during these events conspiring about which knight or noble to shove in your direction. You sighed, taking a deep drink from your wine as Tywin walked over to you, a tall, dark haired man in his wake. Your eyes flickered briefly to Sandor before you plastered a sweet smile on your face as your father presented you to one another. “My youngest daughter, YN Lannister,” he said, eyes flicking between you both. You arched your eyebrows at your father as the man grasped your hand and pressed a wet kiss to your knuckles. You were clearly unimpressed.

“Are you not going to introduce yourself, Ser?” You smirked, knowing full well he was a Lord, not a Ser.

“I’m not a Ser!” He said, just as you predicted. Tywin sighed. “I’m Lord-”

“A lord?” You said in a mock-surprise tone. “You certainly don’t act like one, slobbering over my wrist. I’ve had better trained dogs,” you said slyly.

Tywin looked up to the ceiling, composing himself. “Lord Pyne. Go,” he said sharply as you turned to him, your hands on your hips.

“Your standards are slipping, father,” you said coldly, making to walk away but he grabbed your arm.

“It’s very hard to uphold such high standards when you refuse every suitor within two minutes of meeting him,” he said, glaring down at you. You stared back, challenging him. His eyes softened slightly- the perks of being the baby sister in the family.

“When you can find me a good, honest man who isn’t an arrogant bastard, father, then I’ll consider letting him court me,” you said, eyes not leaving his.

He sighed, exhasperated. As far as he knew, you had been single for far too long. “YN. You must understand, an unmarried Lannister woman... you haven’t been courted since your first bleeding,” you flushed slightly. “People talk, YN,”

“People talk about Cersei and Jaime fucking, father,” you hissed, tugging your arm out of his grasp. “People talk about Tyrion frequenting whore houses and burning his way through the people’s taxes in fortified wine. I am the only child of yours who hasn’t got a poor reputation for incest and whoring. Your grandson is King of the seven kingdoms, each of your sons hold a position on the small council. Your oldest daughter was married off for the family’s gain. There are no more positions, no more seats for me to take. Focus on controlling that tyrant up there,” you nodded to the throne, “before you even THINK about marrying me off to some dimwitted lord who can’t tell his arse from his elbow,” you turned on your heel and stormed away from your father. He shook his head and receded back to Cersei as you went to find your favourite brother.

You breezed past Sandor, brushing against him, even though you didn’t really need to. You could just imagine his slight smirk as your skirts fluttered about his ankles and your hair flowed behind you.

Finding Tyrion, you huffed and sat next to him, stealing his goblet and taking a sip.

“Hey now, dear sister, get your own,” he said teasingly, though he grabbed another goblet from a serving girl. “Who has Father tried to pawn you off to now?” He smirked, knowing that was the only thing that could get you so riled up.

“Lord Pyne,” you said, rolling your eyes. Tyrion roared with laughter.

“Him? Ha! I bet he still has his mother’s milk in his belly!” He grinned, causing you to crack a small smile. “Ahhh, there she is, that beautiful smile. You break hearts, you know, YN, keeping that smile to yourself,”

You shook your head slightly. “I want to marry someone I love, Tyrion,” you sighed. “I don’t see the point in marrying me off to some Lord,”

Tyrion smirked. “Do you not want a lord, YN?” He nudged you. “Would you rather we get you a prince? A warlord? A great Dothraki warlord to carry you off on his horse and fuck you amongst the heathens?”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t you dare suggest that to father,”

“Suggest what to father?” You turned to see your sister standing over you.

“Tyrion’s had the bright idea to whore me out to the Dothraki, seeing as you and father cannot find a suitor who doesn’t wear his arse as a cap,” you said, smirking. Cersei scrunched her nose up.

“He isn’t that desperate,” she said, sitting down with you, fussing over your gown.

“I beg to differ,” you said, batting her hands away. “Honestly, Cersei, I’ve just turned twenty two. Must you fuss over my dress like that?”

“Yes! We must be presentable. And you really ought to start wearing your hair up like mine,”

You snorted. “Cers, I have much better things to do than preening myself for hours on end,” you tucked your hair behind your ear. You did not favour the high hairstyles that your sister so often sported. You preferred to wear it down with simple plaits and discrete jewels for decoration.

“You need a husband, YN. You ought to have been wedded and bedded as soon as you bled,”

“I bled when I was twelve, Cersei,” you growled, sitting a little straighter, eyebrows knitted together in a deep frown.

“Our little sister wants to marry for love, Cersei,” Tyrion said quickly diffusing the situation, draining his cup. Cersei was about to argue when Joffrey spoke up.

“Aunt YN. Come,” you sighed, glaring at Cersei before pushing through the crowd to your nephew. You sunk into a slight curtsey, never going as low as you should.

“Your highness?” You said, looking him in the eye. He may be your king, but you were still his aunt.

“I’m bored. My dog here says he has never danced. I want to see him dance,” you flushed as the room went silent. Sandor stood staring straight ahead, and you swallowed.

“My lord?” You said, standing tall and staring him down.

“No man would allow his wife to dance with such a creature. But you have no man, do you, Aunt YN?” His lips curled into a sadistic smirk as you gritted your teeth.

“No, your highness,” you said stiffly.

“Hound. Dance with my Aunt YN. Perhaps you will scare here into wedding and bedding a lord,”

The room was silent. You flashed your eyes to your father briefly, but he was glaring at the King. Cersei has her lips pursed and Tyrion looked thunderous.

“Yes, my Lord,” you said sweetly, nodding slightly at Sandor.

“Play something!” The king demanded, clapping his hands and lounging in his throne. Sandor took your hand and you guided him into the proper dancing position. “Closer, Hound!” Joffrey snapped. “Show my court what a good little wife she would make,”

“Your majesty,” Tyrion said lowly, warningly.

“Quiet, uncle! Play!”

You took a deep breath as the music started, dancing the steps perfectly, the way you had learned since you were a little girl, while Sandor just stepped along, holding you. If the entire court wasn’t watching and Joffrey wasn’t demanding a circus performance, it would have been quite nice. Sandor’s jaw was tight as you danced, and he squeezed your hand and hip.

Joffrey clapped, laughing at his clever little performance that he had coordinated. The court began to laugh along nervously, and you shut your eyes, looking at your feet, unable to show Sandor how humiliated you felt. “Tell my court, Hound! Tell my court how she feels! Would she make a good wife? A good slut for a lord?”

“Enough!” You suddenly snapped, tugging away from sandor’s strong grip. The room suddenly descended into silence again as you turned to the court. “The King is tired!” You announced. “Ser Trant, Ser Moore, escort the king to his quarters, and ensure he eats his supper,” the king spluttered as the two kingsguards looked frantically to Cersei and Tywin. They nodded, and soon the king was escorted to his room like a spoilt child. “Play on,” you said, clapping your hands and smiling sweetly, gesturing for people to commence dancing. Tywin offered his hand to a highborn lady and soon others followed his lead. You stared up at Sandor with wide eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, but he simply grabbed your hand and took you away from the dancing, sitting with you in an alcove, away from prying eyes.

Well, most of them.

“Father,” Tyrion said, smirking at his father and sister. “The next suitor shouldn’t be a Lord, or even a Ser,” he said, nodding over to the alcove, where you pressed a chaste kiss to the scarred side of sandor’s face. “I think we’ve solved the mystery as to why sweet YN has been impossible to court,”

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iwantitiwriteit · 4 years

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Love Lockdown - Part 5

Back to December - Part 1

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: In the December prior to the pandemic, you spend Christmas with Chris in Boston, a first time meeting between you and his extended family. You struggle with implications of seriousness this milestone has on your relationship with Chris.

Warnings: Angst, Pandemic backdrop, Profanity, healthy dose of Fluff, sprinkle of Sexual suggestiveness

Notes: So much was really working against me getting this up for y’all lol, but nothing worth having comes easy, right? Anyways, tried some new stuff I learned in some articles I read, more showing, less telling. Allusions and metaphors. We’ll see how it comes across. Christmas in October anyone? Read the previous part here!

The ding DONG of the doorbell echoes so exaggeratedly, it had to have been your imagination. No, I’m really here now. With your blood pumping loudly in your ears, you stare straight ahead at the barrier to entry, and seemingly to your happy future.

A Christmas-covered front door shouldn’t cause you this much stress, but here you were, feeling mocked by smiling snowmen and delicate, origami snowflakes.

You try to focus instead on one of the many thoughts flurrying your mind.

What if they hate me? Valid question, but sooo not the vibe right now. You go for another.

What if I hate THEM? Nice. None of these thoughts are stilling your rapidly beating heart.

“Ow! Loosen up the vice grip, will ya?”

“Oh,” you look down at where yours and Chris’ glove-clad hands are joined, releasing them almost instantly. “I’m sor—“

“It’s alright, babe,” Chris chuckles. As if you could muster a strength close enough to hurt this man. He’s sure not to let your hand get too far, taking it back into his and bringing it up to his rosy lips for a chaste kiss.

You wish you could feel it, the warmth of his lips on your knuckles, but that would mean braving the Boston blitz without a piece of your knit armour. You’re not sure you’re ready for that. You’re also not sure how he does it. He’s wearing significantly less layers than you, yet he’s perfectly content as if it’s a Summer’s day, while you are, quite literally, quaking in your boots.

He notices your shivering shoulders, knows it’s not just the cold getting to you. With his right hand in your left, and his left hand wrapped around a gift, he nudges you with his words.

“Hey,” he starts, but sees the opulent wreath on the door still has your attention. “Hey you,” he tries again. You finally look up at him. You lock your widened eyes with his ocean calm ones as he scans your face. Your brows could almost touch with how deeply furrowed you have them and your lips are fixed in a tight line.

“Typically it takes a lot to get my girl all nervous and whatnot,” he states, but you knew it was more of a question of what's up with you.

“Yeah, well… I’m not nervous, Chris.”

“Really? Cos the bruise on my hand would say otherwise,” he jokes.

You roll your eyes at him trying not to laugh. “Even if I was nervous, which I’m not, could you blame me? This is a lot. This is big. This... This is your family.” Your features soften and voice drops in volume. “I don’t wanna fuck it up.”

“Impossible.”

“You sure? Think I already did by taking this long,” you mumbled. You look away, unable to hold Chris' intense gaze anymore. Being in front of his childhood home, for the first time since you’ve started dating over 2 years ago, you can’t help but feel… guilty.

No use in taking the conversation there at this moment. Especially knowing that lately it led to some sort of shouting match. The ‘I can’t’s’ and ‘next time’s’ didn’t suffice anymore.

Chris only responds with a sigh as he rings the doorbell for the second time. He looks back over to you, a snowflake floating then landing on your lash. You’re unaware of how whimsical you look to him. How well you’re going to fit in with his family and friends.

He takes his thumb to brush the snowflake off and cup your cheek. Watching as you swallow thickly, Chris moves his thumb to your throat to massage away the lump you try to move on your own. You relax into his touch, and he flicks his eyes down to your gently smiling lips then back up to your eyes. You know what he’s silently asking. Placing your hand on his wrist was your silent answer. He leans in slowly, and you wish you could stay like this, just for a little while longer. But all good things...

“Uncle Chris!” a youthful voice exclaims as the door swings open. Chris swiftly removes his suggestive hand from your neck and himself from your personal space. He prays there’s some mistletoe hanging inside.

“Hey Kiddo!” Chris huffs out as he picks the child up, replacing her spot on the floor with the present in his hand. She goes to wrap her small arms around his neck as he asks her, “Did you grow since just last night?”

“No!” She giggles as he pinches her cheeks. “I missed you Uncle Chris! You weren’t here when we woke up,” his niece pouts. You look at Chris to see him with matching puppy dog eyes and poked out lip.

“Oh, Kiddo, I’m sorry. I--”

“It’s ok,” she cut him off, causing you to chuckle at her brashness, “I saved the gift from you and your special friend to open last!”

“Well, speaking of...” Chris pulls you in closer to him by your hand, “This is her! I went to get her from the airport,” he beams down at you. The little cutie in Chris’ arm has turned more shy when speaking to you as you exchange names and a quaint handshake.

In a not-so-quiet whisper, she tells Chris, “She’s really pretty. Good job,” with an added thumbs-up and shoulder pat. You can’t fight your giggle and the heat that rises to your face, and Chris can’t fight the laughter that erupts from himself.

Chris is joined in a chorus of laughter, the foyer now filled with Evans’ of all ages, tickled by one of their youngest and no doubt happy that Chris is home… and brought company. This is it… you think.

It’d been a long while since you’d ‘met the family’, having not made it that far with the relationships leading up to this one with Chris. You wonder if it’s like riding a bike, or if you should’ve read an article on how to during your last minute flight.

In the crowd of smiling Evans’, you spot Chris’ mom and brother. You’ve met them on numerous occasions, all in L.A., and know them pretty well. However, everyone else you knew from a picture, a story or would be meeting for the first time this afternoon. There was going to be a lot of meeting, greeting, questioning, explaining…

You steel yourself for the day ahead. Chris looks at you and gives you a reassuring smile and squeeze on your hand. You reciprocate, tension releasing only the slightest as you look at his sunny face, your reminder of why this must go well.

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The first couple hours you were sure would be the hardest. It was a time of first impressions, and you only get one of those. Tasked with making the rounds to about 30 or so aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces, nephews, in-laws, childhood this and that, Chris wanted to make sure you met every. Single. Body. And as soon possible.

“That way, we get you comfortable faster!” He rejoiced. Chris’ excitement was always infectious so you try to let wash over and enthuse you.

You lost count of how many times you fake laughed at ‘Chris has finally brought you home! We were starting to think you weren’t real!’. But with Chris by your side, the worn out joke was just bearable. He found new ways to respond each time, no doubt to at least keep you entertained. ‘Who do you owe money, then?’ or ‘When you find a treasure, you try to keep it to yourself as long as possible *wink*’ or ‘She’s not even here… she’s a hallucination’ never failed to make you laugh or make your cheeks burn.

It’s actually really endearing to know that there was some anticipation for your arrival. Unbeknownst to you, Chris had been hyping you up to his family. Telling them your accomplishments and aspirations in your writing career, which apparently impressed them. He told them your hobbies and other passions that sparked conversations about their own, and prompted advice on your life trajectory.

All in all, breaking the ice was more delightful than you thought it would be, and hoped that by sticking by Chris’ side the rest of the day would go in that way. But the universe had other plans.

At one point, you get whisked away to the kitchen by Chris’ mom, Lisa, under the guise of needing help with some dishes for dinner. You quickly realize that it's a set-up of sorts, with most of the women of the Evans family gathered around the island putting finishing touches on their dishes and slyly sipping spiked eggnog. These are the people who you feel you have to impress.

Their chatter and laughter came to a halt as they eyed you cautiously crossing the kitchen to the spot Lisa designated you. It was only a matter of time before the interrogation began.

“So… we’ll cut straight to the chase: why is it we’re just now meeting you? You’ve been with our Chris how long now?”

“Vicky!” Lisa smacks her arm warningly. “Have you no filter? You’ll scare the poor girl off before dinner!”

Chris has told you about his infamous Aunt Vicky. “A true cream puff; soft and sweet… once you get past the tough outside,” you remember him telling you.

“It’s fine,” you start, not willing to cower from the inquiry, “Chris and I have been together 2-½ years— 3 in June. And we’ve been happily taking things slow.”

“Good on you for taking things slow. Most women would— and do— jump at the chance to lock down our Chris. But not you, you’re a woman with her own sense of self. We like that,” you’re affirmed with a wink.

Whew.

“You are as pretty as our kid spy said; thought she was exaggerating.”

“Um thank you…?”

“She’s pretty, but can she cook?”

“Carole!” Lisa warns another woman and apologizes to you with her eyes. Chris also told you about his aunt Carole, Vicky’s ‘side kick’. The two of them made for a dubious duo.

“Yeah, what’s Chris’ favorite dish of yours?” Aunt Vicky prodded.

“I can cook, but not that often for Chris,” you respond, to which you’re met with crickets and cock-headed looks. You add, “He’s out of town a lot, and when he is in town, he’s the one doing the showing and proving of why I should stay with him,” you joke (kind of), and to your relief, they find it funny.

“Oooo I like her!” Vicky and Carole say in unison, causing the kitchen of women to laugh. You really did try to keep your expectations low for this visit, not necessarily wanting to seek Chris’ extended family’s acceptance, but you can’t help the relief you feel in this moment.

The next couple hours pass of helping out with dinner dishes and dessert, giggling over glasses of cocktails and family stories. You’d narrowly avoided questions about marriage and babies, but that’s to be expected. For the first time today, you’re able to forget your worries and your boyfriend and actually enjoy yourself. Speaking of...

“Hey you,” Chris is waiting by your seat that’s next to his which he pulls out for you when you arrive at it. An early Christmas dinner is about to be served, and you and Chris are reunited at the table for the first time in hours. “Missed you,” he says with a kiss on your temple. “Can’t wait to hear about your day,” he adds. But there wasn’t much talking between you two throughout the meal, though.

No, the Evans’ family theatrics don’t allow for it. All of them talk with complete genuineness, laugh with their entire beings, opine with their whole chests, and you see where Chris gets it from. Turning to your boyfriend, you find him smiling and laughing along with the rest of the table, looking full of warmth and love. Completed by his family. Your heart gets a little heavier thinking about how he doesn’t have these moments as often as he’d like. In part by his job, yes, but a small part of you feels like you may also have something to do with that. A thought that pains you to wade in too long.

After dinner you try to help with the dishes, packing away leftovers and to-go plates. You don’t get too far, instead get shooed out of the kitchen by the elders, being told to ‘spend the rest of the evening with your man’. You oblige, realizing you barely talked to each other since earlier in the day. In your quick scan of the house, you couldn’t find him, so you shoot him a text.

Some of the kids and teenagers were gathered around some games in the den. Their antics and wittiness remind you of your nieces. They happily let you join in, and at one point, you acquired a little one on your lap as your game partner. The two of you bond over beating her cousins in these games as you school them in a few rounds of Uno, Connect Four, and Jenga.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you smile as you check it.

“Oooooo is it from Uncle Chris?” she cheekily asks as you get up, setting her on your spot on the floor.

“They’re probably gonna go make out under the mistletoe,” one of the older kids teased. The room of adolescents erupt into a fit of giggles and chorus of ‘ews’

“Are you two gonna get married?” the little cutie randomly asks you. “I heard my Grandma and Aunts talking about it!”

“Oh, wow, um… I gotta, I’ll see you all later.” With that you dash out of the room, as symphony ‘K-I-S-S-I-N-G…’ fading behind you.

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The sky was shades of baby blues, pinks, purples and oranges. It’s a beautiful backdrop to the snow and ice kissed tree branches and lawns. The road had been freshly salted and freed of winter obstacles making it easier to stroll along as you and Chris often did after a meal.

It’s even more beautiful than he said, you think to yourself. For a second you wonder why you were ever hesitant to come here. There was no real reason, yet you used a million excuses. But this time around, you finally ran out.

Not that you weren’t tired of your fear. That was it. The real reason… was fear.

You look down at your boots, the ones you dust off just one week a year now. Striding beside them are a larger, more expensive pair; they too only see the snow on rare occasions. Your eyes follow up the long legs they belong to, taking in the nice slacks and chunky cable knit sweater under a heavy, well-made piece of outerwear. Your eyes finally land on the face of the man in the fine threads.

Looking at Chris right now, you’ve never seen him fit in so perfectly somewhere. But why wouldn’t he on the roads he cut his teeth on. He could make you forget every fear and every doubt you’ve ever had. Hell, he could make you forget your name on a good day. And on those days, you didn’t know what to do with all of that, what to make of it. But it’s the most wonderful time of the year, so

“Come here,” you say just above a whisper, tugging on Chris’ hand causing him to turn to you. You bring your hands to his broad shoulders, smoothing out the invisible wrinkles there. You languidly drag your right hand over to his chest as you notice a red stain on the light colored knit. “My love…” you humoredly drag out as you tap on the food stain.

“I know, I know. My mother already beat you to the scolding,” he chuckles.

“You’d think by this age you’d have learned to be more careful.”

“Hmm, now what fun would that be…” his sultry tone didn’t go unnoticed by you. Your eyes on his tailored, dinner party clothes, hoping to find a relief for your emotions somewhere between the stitches. You never know where to begin with your feelings. Surely it would be to start with the easy stuff, but it all seems hard.

You rub your hands on his chest, not quite meeting his eyes. “What’s up? Whatcha thinking about?” Chris asks with a lopsided grin, resting his hands on either side of your waist. You smile at him nervously. Before you could say anything, there’s a gust of sharp, cold wind. You clutch on to Chris’ sweater, burying your face in his chest seeking refuge and warmth.

“M’thinking about how you got me out in this damn cold! You know my southern bones can’t take it,” your whines muffled by his sweater. He chuckles at your antics.

Chris slowly drags his large palms up from your waist, and this just ensures that there are goosebumps on your skin under your layers if the wind hasn't done so already. He rests one hand on your shoulder pulling you apart just enough for you to look into his hazy blue eyes. His other hand continues it’s trek until it’s rested on the side of your neck, his thumb stroking your jaw. “I know of a way to get you warm…”

“Was this part of your plan?”

“Mmmm… maybe…” Chris leans in close, surely to kiss you, but you have other plans.

“How’s it feel to be back home?” you inquired with faux aloofness, slipping out of his hold and continuing your walk towards his mother’s home.

Chris hesitates for a second, wondering if you really just swerved a kiss from him. He clears his throat, “Uh… yeah it’s great! There’s nothing like family, I know you can agree to that. Even if they are loud… and crazy,” to which you both chuckle. “So…” he starts as he wraps his arms around your middle causing you both to waddle up the front lawn. “How do you feel? Not so bad, was it?”

“No! Far from it! I really, really love your family Chris,” you say as you crane your neck to look at him briefly.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Although, I strongly disagree with some of their choices in best music of all time, but I’ll learn to get over that. I got over it with you,”

Chris spins you around in his arms, hands firmly on your waist. “I don’t care what you say; Joel is the best music Billy of ALL TIME!”

“Yeah, ok.” you retort with an eye roll to his amusement.

“I’m glad you had a good time babe. They’ve been hounding me to meet you for a while now. I’m happy we made it happen.”

The words are right there on your lips. I’m sorry it took so long. I’m sorry I acted silly. I’m sorry I was scared to take the next step. But what if I’m not ready? What if we get it wrong? Your throat is dry, as it often is when it’s time to bare a little of your soul. At least Chris always has something to say.

“I can’t wait for you to see me this nervous when I meet your family…” You don’t know if that makes you feel better or worse. Chris looks into your eyes expectantly, lovingly. His features are soft and tender, and you think it’s the most beautiful sight on a man, on this man. Your man.

Chris looks at your lips then at your eyes. There goes that silent question again. You’ve never been one to give Chris what he wants when he wants it. He’ll never admit, but it’s one of the things he loves most about you. So, in true you-fashion, you make a run for it.

He’s baffled, but doesn’t waste much time in playing into your little game. You’re laughing hysterically as you look over your shoulder to see him bounding after you on the front lawn. You high tail it around the side of his childhood home, kind of hoping he catches you. Not even you, as stubborn as you are, would want to be running forever.

Chris walks into the backyard cautiously, but not cautiously enough as he’s met with a snowball in the temple. And your maniacal laughter.

“Oh, you’re in for it now!” Chris sneers as he scoops up the most perfectly compacted snowball.

“Oh shit!” You slowly make for the backdoor, walking up the deck stairs backwards, hands up in surrender “C’mon babe, you don’t have to do this,” you plead.

“Yes. Yes, I do. Cos all I wanted was an innocent, sweet kiss.”

“I’ll give you a kiss! Just put the snowball down.”

“It’s too late, sweetheart.” The look in his eyes is sending butterflies straight to your heat. As much as you wouldn’t mind ‘losing’ this game, there’s too much at stake.

“Think of my hair!” You whine to appeal to his better nature. That gave Chris pause, but only for a moment.

“It’s in braids; you’ll be ok.” When Chris takes a step towards you, you take a step back, but instead of eating snow as you anticipate, you slip on a patch of ice and fall flat on your ass.

Chris is quick to race over to your side. “Babe! Are you ok?” he’s slightly panicked as he lifts your torso in his arms, checking your eyes for consciousness.

“Got the wind knocked out of me, but I’m fine, yeah,” you say through a dry laugh.

“Oh, thank god.” He says with a sigh of relief and a wide smile. You smile back at him as he strokes your cheek and says, “Now I won’t feel bad about this.”

“Wha—“ You see white as your face freezes over. Chris is dying of laughter as you sputter the snowball out of your mouth.

“Ha ha ha. Keep laughing... you won’t get that kiss you’re wanting so bad.” He immediately stops laughing, deflates, and pouts, causing you to giggle. “Oh my goodness! Is it that serious?” you teased him a little further. Chris was done playing, though. He stood up and folded his thick arms over his chest to show you he was serious.

You stood up too, and began to tap and poke at his shoulders, chest and stomach. Chris wouldn’t look at you, trying his best to stand firm and not smile. “Look up, dummy!” you say eventually. He acts as if he’s doing you a favor, but can’t hide his giddiness at the sight on the ceiling.

A leafy green plant, with a cluster of red inedible berries, secured with a red ribbon.

You take his face into your hands, lightly grazing your fingers over Chris’ full, trimmed beard. The world is out of focus as you and Chris are now eye to eye. Neither of you can hide your eagerness. You rub your thumb over his plump bottom lip and wonder why you would ever deny yourself this man.

Pulling him into you, the gap is closed between your mouths. The kiss is gentle, shy even, after first. It dawns on you that you’d only shared a quick peck at the airport, and before then, had gone a couple weeks missing each other’s touch.

The neediness and desire within you is heightened at the thought. You wrap your arms around his neck pulling him closer. You start to get lost in him, in his warm taste and touch. You feel the yearning in Chris too. He wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you tightly to himself. His hands start to travel to places you desperately want them to be, but he catches himself, remembering where you are.

“Let’s go say our goodbyes,” he says through an out-of-breath smirk. You bite your bottom lip and reply with a quick nod of your head.

The pair of you head inside to make your last rounds for the evening. Chris keeps it pretty brief with everyone, the both of you promising to see them again sometime soon in the new year. Early Spring seems to work for most everyone; the kids will be on spring break, Chris will be home before jetting off for a press tour, and you’ll have settled in to your new writing job, that isn’t exactly your dream gig, but a step in… a direction.

As you got into Chris’ car to head for his Boston home, waving to his family as you backed out the driveway, none of you could predict or prepare yourselves for the very different, sordid world that waits in the months ahead. How drastically it would change on grand and small scales.

You look adoringly at Chris from your spot in the passenger seat, unaware the beginning of your relationship’s treacherous slope was just a few days away. Had you known, you wouldn’t have left that kiss so soon, would’ve cherished his heated embrace a little more later tonight.

But it’s already been written.

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lady-celeste25 · 4 years

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Christmas with the Dork- John Egbert x reader

(I’m really in a Christmas mood so take this.

Tw: Nothing)

You rub your eyes as you scroll through your phone. Old messages, TikTok, anything that could entertain you at this point. You’re home from college for Christmas Break and you are having, not gonna lie, a pretty amazing time. Your mom and dad made a bunch of food. Plus, it was only the 23rd so that means things are barely over yet. They both wanted to know every single thing about what happened during the semester. Both of them especially wanted to know about your boyfriend, John Egbert. It got so bad that eventually, you just invited him over. Of course, they loved him.

You had been dating for about three months and had known each other since practically the first day. Rose Lalonde, one of your good friends, was in one of your classes and introduced him to you. Mostly because she said your personalities meshed perfectly. She was right, of course.

As you keep on scrolling, your phone buzzes. You sit up from your bed to read it. It was a Pesterchum from none other than John Egbert. A grin spreads across your face. He had been messaging you every single day since break, telling you all his hopes for this Christmas. His biggest goal is to get a new nerf gun, a good one with an extra holster for extra bullets. He wants it so he can get a chance to try and ambush Strider. Just for the hell of it. You shake your head and read the messages from him.

--ectoBiologist started pestering (chumHandle) at 3:27 PM--

EB: (Y/N)!!

EB: hey!!

CH: John!

EB: i can’t believe i get the chance to talk to you again

CH: You literally talked to me yesterday, buddy.

EB: i know

EB: but still

EB: it’s been soooooooo long :(

CH: Haha.

CH: So what’s up, nerd guy?

EB: listen i know this is kinda short notice but

EB: would you like to come over to a christmas party at my house

EB: my family would really like to meet you

EB: and I kinda promised them you would come

EB: it’s at 5 so you would have time to get ready

EB: pleassssssssssse

You think about it for a moment. You wonder if it’s worth it. You’re a bit of a mess. You’ve barely moved from the house for the entire break. Your eyes were crusty, your breath was probably deadly, and the feeling of uncleanliness just stayed on your skin. The more you thought about it, however, the more you realized you couldn’t turn this down. It was your boyfriend! Plus, it’s Christmas. It wouldn’t be very sweet of you to do that. Also, you could finally meet John’s family! He met your family and now you can meet his. It’s only fair.

CH: Sure!

CH: Yes!

CH: I would love to come over, John. :)

EB: yessssssss

EB: see you in a bit

--ectoBiologist ceased pestering chumHandle at 3:33 PM--

You lay there for a moment, a smile on your face. This was so extremely exciting. As you stayed in that moment of happiness, another moment followed. Shit, you have to get ready. Scrambling out of bed, your thoughts go everywhere. What should you wear? Is this like a formal event or something more chilled out? It’s just a Christmas party but you want to impress. John doesn’t care what you look like as long as you’re being yourself, so you have an idea. You go to quickly hop in the shower and freshen up a bit. After that, you quickly throw on a movie t-shirt, some jeans, and a jacket.

In your closet, you grab a small box wrapped up in blue wrapping paper. The box may or may not be a gift for John. You put it carefully under your arm Finally, you leave your bedroom after a straight five hours just chilling in there. Your parents wave goodbye to you before you leave to go get in your car. You shoot a quick message John’s way to say you’re on your way. He responds with a smiley face. Butterflies flew through your stomach. This was extremely exciting. This was a good time to meet them and it was so exciting. It’s Christmas and Christmas parties normally always ended up really well for you! At least you’ve heard about most of his family members and had a general idea of how many people would be there. You put his address into your phone, turn up the music on the radio, turn up the heater, and get to driving.

The drive was a relatively nice one but when you finally stopped at his house, you were, of course, nervous. Looking up at it was even more threatening, like a looming giant. It seemed like a very nice little house. It was nice, medium-sized, and colored an off-white. On one side of the house, a nice little deck sat, and on it was a brass telescope. The chimney was puffing out smoke, indicating that a fire had been started already. The driveway was piled with cars. In the front yard, snow angels and snowmen were sprayed across the fresh snow proudly. All the snowmen were decorated differently.

As you get out of your car, the nerves just get worse, twisting around your stomach painfully. You carry John’s present safely as you step carefully around the icy sidewalk. You reached the door with ease, took a deep breath, and knocked. From inside, a girl’s voice screeched ‘I got it!’ The door was opened by what you would assume was the same voice. A girl, maybe around a year or so younger than you and John with glasses and a pixie cut stood there. This has got to be John’s little sister, Jane. You’ve seen a lot of pictures of John with her from when they were kids. You even followed her on a few social medias but this was your first time meeting her.

“Oh my gosh!” She squeals in excitement. “(Y/N)! It’s so good to finally see you in person!”

“Hey there Jane!” You smile widely. “It’s so good to see you too!”

Jane holds her arms out for a hug and you move to hug her. Her grip is tight. It actually helps to calm your nerves a bit. We both laugh as she drags me into the living room. There’s a bunch of people inside. The living room was clean and everything was practically pristine. The smell, however… ugh. The smell was completely unbearable. Like cake mix and frosting mashed together. Too much of it.

First of all, you see your good friend and John’s cousin, Jade Harley sitting on the couch with her lovely dog, Bec, laying in her lap. They’re watching what seems to be Home Alone on the TV. Next to her is whom you’re assuming is John’s aunt. He never told you her first name but you know her last name is Claire. She has a glass of wine in her hand and is also watching the movie. A little boy who seems to maybe John’s little cousin, Jude, is holding a small gun while an older man, Jade’s grandpa, holds a real gun. They seem to be practicing some kind of shooting. Not actually pulling he trigger, just learning how to hold it correctly. Yikes.

“GUYS, LOOK!” Jane yells out. “(Y/N’S) HERE!” Everyone stops what they’re doing and looks at you.

Jade’s the first one to spring up, Bec jumping from the couch as well, “(Y/N)! Hey, there! I feel like I haven’t seen you in weeks!” She runs to you and gives you a big huge just like Jane did.

“You haven’t,” You laugh out, patting her back. “We��ve been on winter break.”

“Oh, yeah!” Jade breaks the hug, looking straight at you. “I’m so glad John invited you over! It’s not every day I get to see my bestie!” Before she can keep going on and on, the woman steps up. She gives Jade a little push as a way to say ‘it’s my turn’ and Jade gets the hint.

“Hello,” she offers her hand and you take it, “I’m A. Claire. It’s so nice to meet you. We’ve heard a lot about you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, ma’am,” you give her hand a proper shake. The little boy then came running up. He pushes in front of Miss Claire and grins at you with crooked teeth. He puts his hands on his hips.

“Hi!” The boy said. “I’m Jude.”

“Hey there, Jude,” you smile back down at him. “I like your shirt.” He was wearing a shirt with a UFO that was levitating Santa’s sleigh. The compliment made him grin even more.

“A fan of aliens I see,” Jude taps his chin, “that’s a big plus on your side. Now, just a few more questions to see if you’re acceptable enough to date my favorite cousin.” He brings out a notebook and pen that seemed to be covered in questions. Luckily, before he can start Jade’s Grandpa takes his shoulder and drags him back a bit so he can talk to you.

“Hello there again, (Y/N)!” Grandpa Harley says in his jolly, booming voice. You two have met before since you hang out with Jade all the time too.

“Hi Grandpa Harley,” you give him a nod. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“It’s a pleasure,” he looks down at Jude. “Why don’t we go outside and do some target practice on those snowmen.”

Jude’s face lights up even more than before, “YEAH!” Jane gasps in horror from behind you.

“Don’t you dare shoot my snowmen!” Jane yells, shaking her fist at them. “You two wouldn’t dare. I MADE THOSE WITH PRIDE AND LOVE!”

“Try us, Jane!” Jude laughs out, grabbing the gun out of his pocket and running outside with Grandpa Harley, Jane in tow.

“Such dorks, am I right?” Jade laughs, looking at you.

“Yep, they’re definitely a part of the extended Egbert family,” you say, laughing along with her. Your laughter stops, however, when you feel something bump into your legs. Looking down, you see John’s salamander-daughter thing. You take her into your arms, wanting to get her off the floor where she could be trampled by Bec or something.

“Casey!” Jade scolded. “John told you not to be down here without him!” Casey did nothing but gurgle in response.

“You can never win against a salamander, Jade,” you turn to her with a smile. “It’s just not mathematically possible.” Jade crosses her arms and sticks her tongue out at Casey with a small giggle.

“(Y/N), hey!” Someone says. Standing in the doorway that leads into the kitchen stood… Jake! Jade’s younger brother. A girl follows him out looking similar to Jude.

“Hey, Jake,” You wave at him. He walks over to where the two of you stood and the little girl followed. “I’m guessing you’re Joey, huh?” The little girl nods. Joey was another one of John’s cousins.

“Are you dating John?” Joey asked curiously.

“Yeah, I am!” You nod. Joey’s face falls and she beckons you down to her height. You lean down.

“Are you sure you can’t do better than him?” She whispered into your ear. “I mean, I know he seems cute now… but he’s such a doofus. It really seems like you can do better!” I laugh at her concern.

“I hope you’re not saying anything bad about me,” a voice says from the stairs. “Cause if you are, I’m screwed.”

Looking up, there stood John, like he was Cinderella or something. His glasses didn’t sit right on his face and he was wearing the ugliest Christmas sweater anyone has ever seen. Your face runs red as you smile up at him. You stand up from Joey and set Casey down on the floor before flinging yourself up the stairs and into his open arms.

“John!” You grin, setting your forehead on his shoulder.

“Awww!” Jade squeals from downstairs. “You two are so cute!” Looking down at everyone, you got mixed responses. Joey gives a so-so sign with her hand but Miss Claire smiled pleasantly. Jake gave John a thumbs up.

“Jeez, Jade,” John blushed. “Shut up.” Jade keeps on giggling while John looks back at you. “Have you met my dad and nanna yet?”

“No,” you shake your head, “but I have met Miss Claire, Grandpa Harley, Jude, Joey, Jane, and of course, Jake and Jade who I already know.”

“Man,” John shakes his head laughing, “you’ve met everyone except my dad and nanna. They’re very antsy to meet you, so we better hurry.” He takes your hand with his own warm one. Together you two practically flew down the stairs.

Together we walk past everyone and straight into the kitchen opening that Jake and Joey ducked out from. The smell of cake batter hits you and it’s twelve times worse than before. It hits John as well because both of you cover your noses making sour faces. Standing there is an older woman mixing cake batter and a professional-looking man holding a fully decorated cake. John clears his throat and they finally both turn to face us.

“Johnathan,” the older man spoke first, “is this (Y/N)?”

“Dad,” John groans out, “you know it’s just John. Yes, this is them. So please, don’t scare them off. I’m begging you.”

The older woman sits down the cake immediately and glides up to you, “hello, (Y/N), dear!” She throws her arms around you and pulls her down to her height. “It’s so good to meet you! We’re so glad John found you! We’ve all heard so much about you from him. He never stops talking about you!” John’s face flames red.

“It’s nice to meet you too, ma’am,” you stutter out from her tight grip.

“Oh, just call me Nanna, dear!” She chirps, finally letting go of you so you can gulp down some air. Next up was John’s dad with his hand out for a shake. I take his blistered hand into my own and give it a proper shake.

“That’s quite a good handshake you’ve got there,” he comments. “You can call me Mr. Egbert.”

“Thanks,” you smile back. “My dad always taught me that a strong handshake can make a lasting impression.”

“Smart man,” he mutters out before going back to decorating the cake.

“Alright, alright,” John’s face had luckily come down from the blush. “I’ve gotta go show (Y/N) something so we’ll be right ba-”

“(Y/N)!” Jade pushes herself into the kitchen, shoving John onto a chair next to him. She grabs onto your arm. “(Favorite Christmas Movie) is on! Let’s go!”

“I love that movie!” You gasp.

“I know!” Jade jumps up and down. “C’mon let’s go watch it!”

“Jade, uh-” you try to get out but she just wouldn’t listen. You were quickly dragged away from John who could barely stutter out for Jade to stop.

You were shoved down on the couch and Jade plops down right next to you. Miss Claire sat on a chair next to Jade. It was true that your favorite movie was on but truly, you would’ve liked to see what John had to how you. John stood behind you and you turned to say something to him, but Bec quickly jumps into your lap and steals the words away from you. When you turn around to talk to him again, John’s gone. You shrug it off, try to relax, and watch the movie.

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Everyone had ended up sitting in front of the TV, watching the movie. Grandpa Harley, Jude, and Jane all sat with red cheeks and noses. Jude decided to sit right next to you, questioning you on just about everything. Jake was joking with Jade, Jane sat next to your feet silently watching the TV, and Joey kept telling Jude to shut it and let you enjoy the movie. Grandpa Harley continued chatting on with Miss Claire and Nanna and Mr. Egbert was sitting there silently, watching the movie. Bec had fallen asleep in Jade’s lap and even Casey had tuckered out between Jude and you. The only one missing was John… you couldn’t help but wonder where he went. You hadn’t seen him since.

“Another question,” Jude says, leaning into view, “do you believe that there are really aliens in Area 51?”

“Oh, well…” you hum. “I mean, the truth is out there.”

There’s banging footsteps down the stairs and John finally appears and grabs you by your shoulders, “sorry, Jude! I have to borrow (Y/N) for a second. Okay? Okay.” He pulls you from the couch before anyone could complain and starts to drag you upstairs.

“John,” you laugh a bit with an amused smile on your face, “what are we doing?”

“Getting you away from my nuts family,” John jokes, as we walk into what you assumed was his room. It looked the same from when Rose, Dave, Jade, John, and you used to facetime while either of you went home for the weekends. Stupid movie posters, a magician’s chest, computer. It just screamed him. The two of you sat down on his bed.

“I have a gift for you,” you smile, staring into his eyes.

“Oh, really?” John smiles back. “I may or may not have one for you too.”

“The present better not be a stupid prank,” you chuckle, remembering how many times he’s pranked your friends and you. It was a joy.

“Of course not,” he promises.

“Okay, okay, mine first,” you say, grabbing into your jacket and bringing out the small gift. You pushed it into his hands and he beams.

John took a while trying to unwrap it. He got extremely confused by the ribbon for a moment but then got it and finally got the box open. In it, there were two gifts. The first gift he pulled out was a keychain. Engraved on it was a small lobster and the words ‘you are my lobster.’ John burst out laughing.

“I love it,” he chuckles out. He grabs his keys off the computer table and attaches it on.

“I’m glad,” you laugh along. He takes out the other present and unrolls the poster. A Con Air poster signed by Nicolas Cage, John Cusak, and John Malkovich. John lets out a squeak of excitement.

“Oh my God!” He jumps up, staring at it. “Seriously? Are you serious?”

“Yes, John,” you nod. “My uncle works somewhere in the movie field and I asked him if he could get this for you.”

“I LOVE IT I LOVE IT!” John puts the poster down and throws himself into your arms. “I love you! Oh my God!”

“I’m so glad you like it!” You laugh gripping onto his shoulders.

“Wait, okay, okay!” He pulls you up from the bed. “Come on, let’s go see your present.” John pulls you out onto what seems like deck from before. The telescope stood proudly there. “Look into the telescope.”

You move your head down so you can see through the telescope. A beautiful star stood proudly in the frame, “this is beautiful.” Your breath comes out in cold puffs.

“Hey, can you turn around real quick,” he asks. When you turn around a small folder was held in his hand. John bowed, offering you the folder. When you open it up, a few laminated papers sat in it. Looking at the front page, a star sits there. The same star you were looking at before. “Listen, I don’t want this to be too weird but-” Under the star was a name. Your name. He named a star after you.

You put a hand over your mouth before throwing your arms around him and kissing him, “I love it, John!”

“I’m so glad,” he laughs out, “cause I really thought that like, it would be weird and-”

“Well, it’s not,” you say. “This is adorable and I love it. Thank you so much.”

“Of course, anything for you,” he pats your back. “Now come on, let’s get back downstairs to my family. We don’t want them thinking I like, pushed you off the balcony or something.”

#john egbert #john egbert x reader #x reader #homestuck fanfiction #jude harley #joey claire #jade harley #jake english #a claire #grandpa harley #jane crocker #fanfiction

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sleep-i-ness · 4 years

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Love At First Coffee (Vanya Hargreeves x reader)

Summary: Y/N is a struggling flautist, trying to make ends meet, but when a violinist catches her eyes, life doesn’t seem quite so difficult.

Request: No

TUA Taglist: @neymarlionelmessi7

Beep beep beep. Y/N groaned, stretching out languidly as she patted her bedside table. Her fingers found nothing but the worn wooden surface. Blearily rubbing her eyes, she pushed herself up onto one elbow. The alarm was incessant. Where on earth was that phone?

The bitter smell of coffee filled the kitchen as she poured the boiling water into her chipped mug. A lethargic ache had settled into her bones; the haphazard pile of unopened letters mounting her dread the more she looked at the mess. A quick glance at the plastic clock ticking merrily away warned her she was on the verge of being late if she did not leave now.

Y/N slung the straps of her flute case and tattered leather satchel over her shoulder, her crumpled sheet music clutched in one hand. The lock of her apartment was always such a fiddle and she stuffed the sheet music in her satchel, wincing as it creased even further. She yanked the door shut, leaning backwards to align the lock as she twisted the key.

With a huff, she blew the strands of hair that had fallen over her eyes during her tussle with the door. Her path was a familiar one; down the hallway over the scuffed tiles, where she’d have to wait for the creaky elevator to haul itself up to her, and then out onto the street. Past the rowdy bar that never seemed to shut and the hot dog street vendor to the bus stop, littered with chewing gum and graffiti. Then, depending on whether she had the time to waste on the agonizingly slow journey, it was either onto the grimy bus, nodding to the leering driver, or straight past, a brisk walk of about 20 minutes to the concert hall.

Today was not going in her favor. Y/N sighed as it pulled away from the stop. No need to make a choice now. The walk into the more central and less dodgy area of town was usually quite unpleasant; the streets were still reeling from the nighttime activities. She wrinkled her nose as the putrid scent of rotting garbage filled the air, a dumpster nearby overflowing with ripped trash bags.

Keeping her head down, she hurried through the streets, neatly sidestepping the ‘businessmen’ on their flip phones and the gossiping ladies, one hand always clamping their handbags shut. A rush of balmy air burst through the vent as she passed over it, the warm stench of urine and cooking garbage wafting upwards. Left, then a right, then straight on past two crossroads and lines of honking traffic and foul-mouthed drivers, swearing at the day for daring to begin. Wait for the lights to turn red, cross over and continue down the road until you reach the performers door.

The Icarus Theatre. Y/N would have liked to be one of those performers who gushed on about how their performance center was ‘like a second home’, but that was cheesy and frankly unrealistic. Her dreams of being a world-famous flautist had been crushed the moment she’d received her first lot of bills and realized how naïve she truly was. The joy in performing in an orchestra was short-lived as every day felt like a struggle to scrape together enough money to keep herself out of debt and prove her parents wrong. That was enough to dampen anyone’s spirits.

Every hour she didn’t have a rehearsal, she was booked chockful with students of all ages and genders who turned up with a passion for the flute. Or their parents were forcing them to go. Either way she got paid and hoped that maybe she was imbuing someone with a new appreciation for classical music.

“Morning, Will.”

The principal piccoloist was already sat in his seat, absorbed in conversation with Lucy, one of the second violins. He glanced over and raised a slender hand in acknowledgment. Will was always punctual and smartly attired, wearing crisply ironed shirts and smart blazers, free of lint. Y/N was sharply aware of the contrast between them, her shirt creased and half-untucked and her hair escaping from its bun.

She flipped open the latches on her case; there was a trick to it, you needed to open both at once while opening the lid at the same time. Her prize and joy, her baby lay inside. The first time she had ever saved up enough money to buy herself something worthwhile, she had bought a professional flute. Before then, she’d been using her aunt’s old flute from the 60s, a battered old thing that was lucky to even still be able to play.

The murmur died down as Lorin Toscanini, the conductor, stepped onto the raised podium and raised his baton. Y/N slipped into her seat next to Will, who raised an eyebrow at the creased sheets she deposited onto her stand.

“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. Today we need to fix the timing on the opening sequence. Remember this is iconic and it needs to be perfect. Second violins, I hope you have improved since yesterday.” The nasally tone of Toscanini grated on Y/N’s nerves, especially so early in the morning when she would much rather be in bed.

Y/N raised her flute to her lower lip, watching the baton as it swayed in time with the music. Down, left, right, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine. The violins and cellos came in in unison on the downbeat, bows drawing across the string in harmony. The harmonies in perfect time caused shivers to run up and down her spine as the bows swayed mournfully across the vibrating strings in unison.

Okay. 4, 5, 6, 7, 8-

“Stop, stop,” Toscanini cried out, baton smacking against the stand. All instruments were immediately lowered, as a sign of deference. Something about stroking his highly inflated ego. “Someone in the clarinets is playing a B natural instead of a B flat. Now remember, we want to create a sense of tension, so the dynamics start off at piano and then we reach mezzo forte. But this isn’t the most dramatic section; we are building up to that. So, at bar 4 we need an audible diminuendo. Like tiptoeing... From the top!”

There was something so magical about playing in an orchestra when it all slotted into place. You stopped being an individual person and instead became immersed in a group movement of sound and emotion, compelling the listener to be draw in with you. The different melodic lines weave together into one, playing off each other to create a final piece.

It was an almost addictive sensation. The feeling of being swept away and losing sense of oneself in the bigger picture of a whole was something Y/N craved when she wasn’t playing. Music restored a part of herself that she sometimes didn’t realize she was missing. It lifted her away from the mortal world, to a place where the music and the notes were the only thing that mattered.

Y/N’s eye fell upon one of the first violins, newly promoted, her brown hair pulled back tightly in a low ponytail. The woman’s brow was furrowed as her fingers danced over the neck of the guitar, swaying gently with the music. Momentarily transfixed, Y/N’s mind turned foggy as she lost count, all thoughts focused on the violinist.

The piece drew to its climax, as if a great beast had climbed to its hind legs and roared. A mounting rush of notes as each musician lost themselves in the crescendo, furiously playing. Cascading melodies toppled over each other, nimble fingers tumbling up scales and bow strokes timed impeccably.

E, G, A!

An audible sigh of satisfaction echoed round the room as the piece ended without any pauses for tinkering; the joy of a composition well played shared throughout all the players.

“Beautiful, just beautiful. I think we’ll call that a day, there. Our next rehearsal is at one on Wednesday, now do not be late.”

Now that the piece had ended, Y/N glanced over to the violinist she had spotted earlier. While Y/N quietly packed her instrument away, the woman prepared to slip out, unnoticed. Should she…?

“Hey,” Y/N flagged down the women, fingertips brushing the cuffs of her dark shirt. “I’m Y/N, I noticed you playing. It was beautiful! You recently got moved up from fourth chair to third, right?”

“Yeah,” the woman seemed flustered by the attention, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. “I’m Vanya, it’s nice to meet you.”

Y/N pulled her slipping straps back onto her shoulder as she grinned at Vanya from beneath the curls threatening to fall in her face. “Pretty name. Say, are you busy now? I know an excellent little coffee shop across the road.”

Vanya flushed as she murmured some expression of gratitude. She hesitated, carefully switching her phone on and off again before sliding it back in her pocket when no notifications showed up. “I’m free for a couple of hours. I have to teach lessons from 3 though.”

The coffee shop was quaint and always quiet; since a Starbucks had opened only a few doors down, business had slowly dried up until only a few regulars and those who were opposed to coffee from chain shops came along. Vanya fidgeted with the strap of her violin case, her eyes darting around the shop’s wooden and gold furnishings.

“Hey Marjorie, I’ll have a cappuccino and a chocolate éclair. Vanya, what do you want?”

“Oh, you don’t need to order for me, I can pay for myself.” Vanya’s eyes widened as she protested profusely.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, leaning nonchalantly against the bar, “I asked you to come with me for coffee, there’s no way that I am going to be so rude as to make my guest pay for her order. So?”

“I’ll have a mocha, thanks.”

Y/N soon joined Vanya where she was sitting, tucked away in a booth in the corner.

“One mocha, milady.” God, she sounded like one of those ‘nice guys’ in the Instagram DMs.

“Thanks,” Vanya laughed, and Y/N decided she quite liked hearing that sound and that she was definitely going to try and hear it more often. Especially, she wanted to see the way Vanya’s eyes crinkled as she tried to stifle her giggles and how her hand flew up to try and cover her face.

“So, tell me about yourself,” Y/N propped up her head on one hand as she sipped at her cappuccino, blowing softly on the frothy layer.

“Umm, I don’t know what there is to say, I’m a pretty boring person.”

Y/N could not believe that. There was something so hypnotizingly attractive about Vanya; a quiet sort of pretty that crept up on you when you were least expecting it and stole your breath away. Someone like that could never be boring, every inch of her whispered of a tale to be told.

“Have you got any siblings? Pets?”

Vanya’s brow furrowed almost imperceptibly before she smoothed her features out, as if to imply Y/N should know something. “Yeah, I have a sister and 3 brothers.”

“Wow, 3 brothers. That must have been a nightmare!”

“Yeah, I was kind of the black sheep of the family. But I haven’t spoken to them in years; we just ended up drifting,” Vanya’s tone appeared nonchalant, but a nervous hand gave her away as she massaged her neck. “It was my fault basically.”

“No that’s ridiculous. The only real excuse for cutting you off is if you killed someone or put someone in danger, and no offence, you don’t seem particularly capable of either of those things,”-Vanya pulled a face-“in a good way!”

“I don’t know, I feel like I deserved it.”

Y/N tore the éclair in half, messily coating her fingers in chocolate as she pressed her fingertips into the half-melted layer on top. “For you. Because fuck shitty families. Who needs them, am I right?”

Vanya giggled and raised her half in response, touching them together to make a toast. “Amen!”

There was a lull in conversation as attention was redirected to eating the intoxicatingly good pastries.

“What about you?” Vanya mumbled; mouth full. There was a tiny dot of cream on the left corner of her mouth and Y/N stared, transfixed as her tongue darted out to dab it away.

“Oh, me. Well, the whole struggling artist career path was not one my parents had hoped I would go down. In comparison to my banker brother, I’m a bit of a disappointment and they make sure to let me know.”

Christmas this year had been a nightmare. It was full of meaningful looks from her parents as her brother prattled on about his new promotion, or the last exotic trip he went on, or the wonderful restaurants near his place of work on Wall Street. She didn’t know what they expected her to do; just suddenly become a high-profile surgeon?

Vanya placed her hand over Y/N’s, looking earnestly into her eyes. “You’re not a disappointment. Fuck what they think.”

Y/N cracked a half-hearted smile at the sentiment of Vanya’s sentence, although there was a certain strangeness to hearing her say ‘fuck’. A hot sensation prickled the back of her neck as Vanya kept her hand where it was, her gaze never wavering as she seemingly searched for something in Y/N’s eyes.

“Well, now we’ve got the family trauma out the way, what do you like to do for fun?” Y/N said, every muscle relaxing as Vanya moved her hand to pick up her mug. She hadn’t realized how tense she was, nervousness laced into every tendon.

“Well, my life seems to be taken up with violin, but I enjoy writing. And I can cook.” Vanya paused to think about what she was saying. “Somewhat.”

“Somewhat?” Y/N laughed, trapping her lower lip between her teeth as she awaited Vanya’s response.

“I’m not about to be out here claiming that I’m world-class standard. However, I do make a mean cottage pie which you will have to try someday.”

Someday. That was promising. Y/N smiled sweetly, nodding fervently. “I’d like that very much.”

Y/N took a sip of her cappuccino, recoiling as the tip of her tongue was scalding by the still piping hot coffee. Vanya took one look at her and grinned.

“You’ve got something there,” she said, tapping the tip of her nose.

“Where?” Y/N rubbed her nose.

“No, wait, up a bit- to the right, no, left, umm-”

“Would you mind just getting it for me?” Y/N interrupted her, and Vanya froze.

“Yeah, uh,” she leant across the table, thumb extended as she brushed the callused pad gently across Y/N’s skin. “There. All gone.”

“Thanks.”

They shared a soft smile.

The walk back to Y/N’s apartment was swelteringly sticky, especially in the noon sun. However, today felt different. Buoyed along on a cloud of joy, she practically skipped over the cracks in the sidewalk and past the piled trash bags. Her mind swooped over the fields of possibilities, whirling thoughts on a tangent of their own. The storm in her mind had cleared to allow a small shaft of sunlight through to shine on the choppy waves below, great dark clouds parting with hope.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket.

Hi Y/N, it’s Vanya.

Y/N could barely contain the gleeful grin as she read the message, pressing her phone to her chest.

Hey Vanya, it was really nice to have coffee with you today. We should do something like that again.

Barely a couple minutes had passed when her phone emitted the telltale ding, alerting her to a new incoming message.

Absolutely. Don’t think I’ve forgotten that you promised to try my cottage pie.

Y/N tapped out a quick response, finger hovering over the send button as she reread it.

It’s a date.

#tua #the umbrella academy #tua imagine #vanya hargreeves #vanya #hargreeves #vanya x reader #number 7 #number seven #number 7 x reader #white violin #vanya hargreeves x reader

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foronceleavemealone · 3 years

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Long time no see

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

A/N: I feel like this is very dialogue heavy and I don’t know how to write good dialogue. I wrote a different begining, but I forgot to save it and the whole browser refreshed and I lost everything. So I don’t like this begining as much. I don’t know if this is any good. I know that in some of these conversations spanish would’ve been used, but I don’t speak spanish and I didn’t want to use google translate. There are lots of smiles, chuckles and sips, I guess that’s just how I roll as an awkward person. I apologise for any mistakes. I hope it’s at least a little bit enjoyable.

Summary: OC and Javier go to Laredo. Not very surprisingly Javier’s family wants to see him, the hero they all love and miss. Little do they know that he doesn’t feel like a hero at all while she knows.

Pairing: Javier Peña x OC (I guess? But it can also be an insert. Seems somewhere in the middle for me. idk..)

Genre: fluff, angst

Warnings: mentions of death, explosion, survivors guilt, crying

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The flight wasn’t that long, but for someone who gets motion sickness it seemed to last for an eternity. That’s one of the reasons she hated flying.

“You ok?” Javier asked looking a bit concerned when the plane landed. He knew about her motion sickness, but still, seeing someone unwell made him feel uneasy.

“Yeah, I’m fine” she said as she tried to take a sip of water. Her hands were shaking a little bit. It’d be great if this sensation would disappear the moment the plane touches the ground. But it lingers for a bit, making the day a little bit more difficult to get through. A part of her thought that this sensation got worse when she was in a bad mood, so she tried to be positive. “It went better than I though it would”

“Ok, let’s just get off this damn plane”

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When they exited the airport Javier’s dad was already waiting for them.

“Hey pops. How ya been?” Javier said as he dropped his bag and went in for a hug.

“Oh my boy. I’m good, I’m good” Javier’s dad chuckled a little bit and gave a few pats on Javier’s back.

She admired this interaction from a bit further away. She knew that even though Javi wasn’t the most open when it came to feelings and emotions or affection, he had a good relationship with his dad as it was proven by this sweet moment.

“And this must be your friend” Javier’s dad said looking at her.

“Ah...yes. It’s really great to see you again Mr. Peña” she reached out her hand.

“Sweatheart, you can call me Chucho.” he shook her hand. “I haven’t seen you since the day you both graduated from the academy. It’s good to see that Javier still keeps in touch with his friends from those days. You know, he talks about you”

“Come on dad” Javier said while slightly rubbing his forehead with a small smile on his face.

“Right” Chucho chuckled “let’s get going” he said and started walking to his car “we’ll chat on the way back’

She felt a little bit flustered. Sure she mentioned her friends to her mom. Especially since she and Javier were not only friends from the academy, but also trainee partners. So he once was quite a big part of her life. But the thought of Javier talking about her made her wonder in what light.

“You need a hand with your suitcase?” Javier asked snapping her out of the thoughts.

“No, I’m fine” she smiled, started rolling her suitcase and walked to Chucho’s car.

“Here, let me help you” Javier said as she was about lift the suitcase up.

“It’s really o-” she didn’t even finish as he picked up her suitcase and loaded it into the trunk. “Thanks”

‘Yeah no problem” Javi said as he put his bag into the trunk and then gestured for her to get in the car. “Don’t you want to sit in the front?” he asked just as she was about to open the back door “I mean, I thought after the flight the motion sickness must be pretty bad still”

“Oh it’s fine. I’ll manage” she smiled again and thought about how many times she’s felt fine today.

He looked at her, not really believing her, but letting her be for now.

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"You know, some of your aunts will want to see. They planned a little get together for tomorrow" Chucho started the conversation after quite some time of silence from the three of them, with only the radio playing in the background.

"Where at?" Javier asked with something weighing on his mind.

She figured he didn't really want this get together.

"At home. It's nothing big. And I hope our friend will join us too" Chucho said glancing at her from the rear-view mirror with a warm smile. "I already told everyone Javi's bringing over a friend"

"Oh, well then I'll gladly join you" she assured him.

Javier too glanced at her smiling a little bit.

The drive was longer than it usually would have been. Javier’s dad took some detours to show her a bit more of the town. She appreciated it. It was cute how he would throw in some fun facts about Javier along the way. Chuco showed her the school that Javi went to, the diner where he went on his first date. He also talked about Javi’s early childhood crushes, but Javier cut him off with blushing cheeks. It was a nice moment and she felt a little bit closer to Javier.

Chucho suggested stopping to watch the sunset as it was the golden hour and everything was swimming in the warm light, but after some discussion they decided that they’ve had enough to take in for the day.

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She was settling in the room she was given. She still felt a bit uncomfortable with the fact that she was taking up space, even though Javier and Chucho both said that it’s ok and fine and that she was very much welcome here.

She went to open a window, to let some fresh air in, and looked out to the backyard. It was very pretty. She remembered how Javier once mentioned his mother’s flower garden and here she was looking at it. Chucho didn’t seem like a huge gardener, but who knows, maybe he got some help to keep his wife’s legacy going. She was admiring the flowers bathing in the sunset when she heard a soft knock. She turned around and saw Javier.

“Hey, how you doing? Everything ok?” he asked leaning a bit on the the door frame.

“I’m good” finally she was something more than just fine “I was just enjoying the flowers. They’re very beautiful”

Javier smiled admiring the way she looked in the soft rays of the sunset.

“Do you wanna grab something to eat?” finally he asked after catching himeslf staring.

She nodded and they both went downstairs. They had a lovely dinner with Chucho, chatting away about various topics, and once again Javier’s childhood stories finding their way into the conversation and being painfully taken in (by blushing and slight laughter and small smiles) by Javier himself, They were talking for quite some time, before Chucho decided to retire for the night, leaving her and Javier at the kitchen table.

“Your dad’s really sweet” she said before taking a sip of her drink “and a good story teller”

“Sure he is” Javier sat back and smiled “when he wants to embarrass me”

“Oh how’s that embarrassing? I thought all of those stories were lovely and cute”

“Yeah especially the one with neighbour’s dog”

They both looked at each other and burst out laughing. They settled down after a few laughing bursts. It was a calming silence. Javi had missed such silence. With no pressure, no fear. She always seemed to make it comfortable. She always made everything a little bit better than it actually was. He had a few partners through out his carreer. He felt like Steve and her were the closest ones he’s had. But she was his first partner. Even though they were trainees back theb. They were just starting work straight out of the academy and she was right there alongside him. ‘Through thick and thin’ Javier thought to himself.

“Well we should clean up” she said and picked up both of their plates bringing Javier back to the moment.

“Oh you don’t need to do that. Let me wash the dishes”

“It’s fine. It’s the least I can do. Are you looking forward to tomorrow?” she asked feeling a bit (once again) out of place. It was supposed to be a family gathering and she felt like she was going to be an intruder. Besides Javier and his dad she knew no one. She didn’t want to leech on on any of them, yet she didn’t want to awkwardly hang around.

“Oh... It’s inevitable at this point” he sighed “it’ll be fine” he said as if he sensed her thoughts.

She looked at him and smiled.

“We better go to bed, huh” she looked at the clock “since tomorrow’s gonna be a big day”

“Yeah we should” Javier agreed and they both went up the stairs. “Everything ok, you don’t need anything?” he asked her when they reached her room.

“Yeah, everything’s good”

“Well if you need anything, my room is right next to yours”

“Ok. Goodnight, Javi” she patted his arm which sent chills down his spine.

“Goodnight” he walked to the door of his room and looked back at her’s. Various thoughts rushed through his mind, but he only shook his head and entered his own room.

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She couldn’t really sleep. Something was bothering her. The new surroundings? The events of the day? Sure they had a part in all of this, but it was something else. Everything seemed like a distraction from the things she was actually feeling. ‘But this is supposed to be a distraction, right?’ she thought to herself. Everything seems different during the day, but when the night comes and there are no more distractions, all of the demons come out to play. Should she even call these things demons? Then again, who’s gonna tell her not to if they bother her...

The demons are one thing, but Javi... now that’s another thing. She had forgotten how good she feels when they’re together. A laugh, a smile and the whole world seems a bit brighter with him around. She didn’t even realise that she was smiling thinking about him.

She remembered what was waiting for her tomorrow. A big unknown. She’d had plenty of briefings and meetings with various important people at work and she didn’t feel this nervous. At about 3am she came to the conclusion that whatever happens, happens. It’s better to get some sleep instead, since it seems like it’s going to be another long day.

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She woke up at 8 am. Somehow she felt refreshed even after all that inner turmoil. She started getting ready. Chucho said everyone would gather up at about 11am so she was right on track. She thought she’d skip breakfast, since the nerves were once again showing their presence, and wait around for lunch. She looked through the clothes she had brought. ‘What does one even wear to a family lunch like this?’ Her family never did such things, there were never any get togethers apart from funerals and weddings. Since she didn’t have much to choose from she picked black jeans, a moss green button up and black trainers. She also put on a charm necklace. She looked at herself in the mirror. ‘Something’s missing’ she thought. And then she remembered. She looked through the jewelry she had brought with her and found the watch. Javi’s watch. She thought it’d be somewhat sentimental bringing it here. She put on the watch and was heading out of the room. The second she opened the door she bumped into Javi.

“Oh sorry. I was just coming to get you”

“Get me? For what? I thought everyone was gonna come at eleven”

“There’s no punctuality in this family” he smiled “everyone’s here already. Besides, I’m not letting you go out there alone”

All the nerves increased, since she thought she’d have more time to mentally get ready for this. But everyone was already here, which also meant that they were waiting for Javi to come back. He was the one they wanted to see after a long time, not her. But it was sweet of him to get her and ease her worries.

“Ok, let’s go” she laughed nervously.

There were actually more people than she thought there would be. She figured it wasn’t only his aunts that were here, but his uncles, cousins and their children too. There were tables set out outside, in the backyard, and there was a lot of food. Everyone had most likely brought something to contribute.

Javi introduced her to his aunts since they were the most eager to meet her. When they heard Javi was bringing over a friend, they thought it would be, well, a man. Instead they saw a woman walking next to Javi and immediately thought that this was more than a friend and that Chucho mixed something up telling them the information. They started asking questions about the “relationship”, how long they’ve been together, when’s the wedding and are there any children in their plans. All of these questions smacked both her and Javi in the face as they came out one after the other, not giving them a moment to answer anything. They both seemed flustered and they both explained that they’re just friends. The aunts were visibly upset at first but got over it pretty quickly.

Javi then tried to introduce her to his other relatives one by one, but after a while she lost Javier to some of the children as they wanted his attention and wandered off to maybe strike up a conversation with any of his other relatives on her own.

The gathering actually lasted the whole day. Some people left earlier than others, but the sun had already set and there still were people there. She helped cleaning up along the way with the other women and saw some of them off.

Javi saw the last of the guests off and walked back into the kitchen where his dad was putting away leftovers.

“What a day” Javi said grabbing a beer.

“Sure was”

“Can you believe aunties thought we were a couple” Javi laughed and took a sip.

“Can’t blame them. Wouldn’t it be nice?” Chucho looked at Javier. They stared at each other for a bit. “She’s all grown up now. She’s a nice girl, Javi”

“She is” he twisted the bottle in his hands.

“Then why don’t you do something about it, son” Chucho said calmly.

Javier looked at the ground. You could actually see the gears turning in his head.

“Where is she?” he finally asked.

“She’s outside” Chucho gestured to the backyard “she helped clean up and said she was going to get some fresh air”

Javier walked outside, hands a bit clamy. He saw that she was sitting on the swingset. He walked over.

“Hey” he said with a soft smile.

“Hey you too” she said and scooched over.

He sat next to her. They were making the swing sway a little bit.

“How... was today?” finally he broke the silence.

“It was good. Your cousin James is really... quite the charmer”

Javier chuckled.

“I saw you both talking” he did see them and he didn’t really like the way he was getting so close to her “did he show you pictures of his car or at least talk about his car?”

“Yeah, he did, a lot actually”

“That means he was hitting on you”

She looked at him smiling.

“What?” she giggled.

“Yeah, he’s got his own style. Doesn’t get him very far, but he still does it” he chuckled too.

They both sat in the silence for a bit, but she was the one to break it this time.

“How did you feel today? Back at home, surrounded by family”

“I guess it’s nice seeing everyone again, but...” he didn’t finish.

“You don’t like the attention” she did it for him.

“Yeah”

“They consider you a hero”

“I’m not a hero” he felt like he’d heard these words before “nothing I did was hero-like”

“And that’s why you quit”

“That’s why I quit” he nodded and looked outwards into nothing.

She looked up to the sky. The night was warm, the sky was clear, not a single cloud in sight, so the stars were visible. She teared up a little bit while looking at them.

“You never told me why you quit” Javier said making the swing sway a bit more.

“It’s complicated” she said quietly.

He looked at her and saw her teary eyes. He was saddened by the sight. He didn’t expect her to say anything else, but he didn’t want her keeping everything in. She surprised him.

“I’d had enough. The shootouts, the bureaucracy, the right, the wrong, the work itself. Everything had built up, but losing my partner was the last straw” she paused for a bit “two months ago me and my partner Lydia were busting a lab. Nothing difficult. It’s as basic as basics get. The mission seemed like a success, we were about to pack up and go back, leaving the rest of the crew to finish with the substance collecting, when I realised I had lost my pager. I was about to go back and look for it, but Lydia said she wanted to check something up with the team and that she would look for it. So she went back into that basement” she paused for a moment again “there was an explosion. It killed her and five other people from my team”

He looked at her and saw a tear falling down her cheek.

“Were you injured?” his mind couldn’t comprehend the fact that she could’ve died that day. His very first partner, his friend, the woman he...

“I was fine. The explosion knocked me down, but I was far enough from it” she wiped away a tear “gosh.. I just keep thinking that it should’ve been me. I lost the pager, it was mine I-”

“It shouldn’t have been you” Javier interupted her and took her hand “it was an accident, ok? I’m sorry that you lost your partner and your team. But I am glad that you’re ok” he rubbed her hand with his thumb. He saw that she was trying her best not to cry so he put his hand around her and that was enough for her to lean into him and start crying. He held her until she calmed down, caressing her shoulder. At that moment he felt like he would’ve done everything in his power to protect her.

It was the first time she had talked about this with someone. She was the type to bottle everything up, so it felt like a rock had been lifted from her chest. It was also comforting to be in his arms. She felt safe, calm at least for a moment.

“I’m sorry” she said still laying her head on his chest.

“Don’t be. It’s ok” he took her hand and was about to lift it and kiss it when he noticed that she was wearing that watch, his watch. “You’re wearing my watch” he rubbed her hand.

“Oh.. yeah... I thought it’d be a nice sentiment”

That made him smile for some reason. But his thoughts were interupted when she sat back up, leaving his embrace.

“Way to ruin a decent day, huh” she smiled and looked down.

“You didn’t ruin anything. If anything, you made it worth while”

She looked at him and put a hand on his knee and caressed it a little bit. They sat on the swing for a little while. She had forgotten how calming the silences were when she was with him. No pressure, no fear. It just felt right.

His mind was racing. He had so many thoughts, so many feelings. He was deep in thought when he heard her speak.

“It’s getting cold” she said rubbing her arm.

“Yeah... we should go to bed” he said as he stood up. He looked at her. He hesitated reaching out and taking her hand, so he was relieved that she got the memo to walk with him back to the house.

They reached her bedroom and stopped.

“Javi, I...” she looked into his eyes. Eventhough it was almost midnight the crescent moon provided enough light to see just how deep and beautiful they were. He was looking right back into her eyes as well. There was no doubt that they both were feeling the same thing. “Thank you, Javi” she broke the tension.

“Yeah.. no problem. Well I should..” he gestured to his bedroom.

“Yeah so should I” she gestured to her room. They both chuckled and went to their separate rooms.

#Javier Peña x OC #Javier Peña #Narcos #fanfic

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owlsoldwritingcorner · 4 years

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The Ghost (Part 1)

Pairing :Wrench x Reader

AO3 Link

Summary:

The Chicago Dedsec branch struck up a deal with the San Fran Dedsec branch and the two will start working more closely from now on. The Chicago branch also believes that giving a few people from their “clean up” crew would help out the other branch significantly and luckily for both of them, you happened to already be moving to San Francisco with your family.

Funny enough. You meet the man who unintentionally coaxed you into joining Dedsec in the first place.

“Wait, hold up. As in, The Ghost? The one who helped out The Fox?” “They say whenever you took a job, the victims would disappear without a trace. A recording of their crying would be left on the premise, acting as their ghost wails.” “Oh, am I a household name already? Oh, how embarrassing.”

Note: This is the first Watch dogs fic I've written so I'm sorry if anyone seems too OOC. One big difference would be that Marcus's group doesn't kill unless absolutely necessary. Aiden and Reader on the other hand are a bit more... Morally Ambiguous at times.ALSO! Reader is Asian (Specifically Southeast Asian), I try my best to to mention it too often (Mostly with their family and a passing comment) so you guys can still relate to them more. Also, certain characters will have their own pronouns for reader cuz they don't know (i.e Marcus says He/him but Ray calls them She/her). They also have a certain kind of body type similar to mine, but like the race, it won't be mentioned too often! Different pronouns will be like this until a certain point so I am sorry if you aren't into that!

Chapter 1: Moving Day

God, who fuckin’ knew moving was gonna be hell on your back? You had already packed everything from your room and started helping your family with the rest of the packing up. Boxes are now your worst goddamn enemy, at this point a close second to Blume.

So, the Chicago Dedsec branch struck up a deal with the San Fran Dedsec branch and the two will start working more closely from now on. The Chicago branch also believes that giving a few people from their “clean up” crew would help out the other branch significantly and luckily for both of them, you happened to already be moving to San Francisco with your family.

“Hey pumpkin, could you get some of these boxes for me?” Your mother comes into the room, interrupting your glaring battle with the room full of boxes (of which you were totally winning), with a tower of even more boxes in her arms. Quickly, you took half of the stacked boxes in her arms and placed them with the pile, you can now see her tired eyes that were previously covered by cardboard.

“Thank you, pumpkin. My arms were killing me,” Your mother emphasized her point by stretching out her arms and a few popping noises accompanied the movements. “So, how are you feeling about the move? I know we’ve lived in this house since you were a baby but… A change of scenery is always nice. Right?” You let out a little sigh. You really are going to miss those places you’d go to as a kid. The Honeymoon Cafe, that Thai restaurant, hell you’re gonna miss that damn dog that would bark through the night every day.

“Plus you can always make new friends over there!” You know your mom was trying to comfort you but, making friends was never your strong suit in the first place. Plus…

“Mom, I’m 20 years old now.”

“Just cause you’re 20 it doesn’t mean you can’t make friends.”

“I take classes online and stay inside for weeks straight half the time. The other half being at work. ” Work being, well, Dedsec. Clients always preferred going at night. Granted, cleaning up the area during the day is much harder than at night considering all the bystanders during these jobs.

“Oh! You should be able to make friends with your new coworkers at the other branch then! Speaking of work, that reminds me, sweetie. Make sure to bring mace with you whenever you get back home. I don’t know why you’re so adamant on keeping this job, you work so late!” It’s not like mace is gonna fully stop someone. Especially not the kinds of guys you deal with on the daily.

“It plays really well!” Might not have insurance, but, still. Clients pay good money. “And anyway, by that logic, you should have been able to make friends with your old coworkers too.”

“That’s different, honey. I hated my old coworkers.” She gave you a sweet smile but you could feel the rage that was hidden underneath. But you just rolled your eyes.

“Yep. Had an earful of that info everyday. Thanks.”

“You’re seriously just as bad as mom now when it comes to complaining, sis.” Your aunt finally came out of the bathroom and was currently heading towards your grandmother's room to help her out of bed.

“They could barely organize their files! Madeline couldn’t even train me properly!” You and your aunt just gave each other a knowing look before giving your mom little nods as she went off on another tangent about her coworkers. After that whole spiel, you finally got around to carrying your sweet pit bull, Ripley, into the car trunk (All the boxes were in the moving truck just behind you all).

“God, she’s just a big baby, aren’t you?” Your mom baby talked to the big dog often, who in turn gave a happy bark as if saying ‘I am! You gotta love me!’, your mother then turned to you. “I’m still shocked you can carry her so easily like that… She’s as big as you!” To which you just shrugged. Finally, your aunt came, grandma in one hand and helped the elder woman in the car before taking her seat next to grandma.

“I guarantee you’re gonna love it in California, mauppy.” Your aunt said. She did live in California for almost ten years now, so she was the expert compared to the rest of you. You just rolled your eyes at the nickname and another one of these ‘hey new places to live but you’ll love it!’ talk.

“I think Uncle Scott is gonna be the happiest out of all of us, he’s gonna have his impulse control back.”

“Yeah, he ate two large pizzas by himself in under an hour just the other night.”

“I don’t see what’s wrong, that’s just a Tuesday night.”

“Sweetie. I’m going to marry him in a couple months. Next thing you know he can’t even fit into his tux and just have his whole gut out while we say our vows.” You wince at the image. Yeah that… That looks kind of sad.

“ Next thing you know you’ll have to roll around your husband to his clients !” Your grandmother joked around before taking a puff of her inhaler. You all laughed at the thought before you quietly checked your purse for your daily asthma meds and inhaler.

Good. Everything is ready to go.

Goodbye, Home.

Hello, San Francisco.

As you fell asleep during the road trip, you dreamt of a familiar masked man.

You smiled at the image of his hidden face.

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Finally, it was time to move everything in the new house. Just as you got out of the car, you stood still as if the ice queen herself froze you.

Both your legs were asleep.

“Aw, while your legs are waking up, make sure to help Ripley get used to the new house!” Your aunt said as she helped grandma from the car, you let out a pained groan that your aunt took as an affirmative sound.

After all the boxes were in the house and you got the dog’s bed in your room, you flopped onto your bed. Exhausted to the bone. Unfortunately, you just received a text message. Limply, you flipped yourself over and reached for your phone.

Oh, It’s Clara!

It's been a couple years since you’ve seen her. She and Aiden finally got together soon after the whole Damien and Maurice situation, moving in with Aiden’s sister and nephew. Good riddance, they always gave each other googly eyes.

So gross.

Wonder how he’s doing now?

You let out an exasperated huff at the memory.

Yeah but like… The man has a justice boner sometimes. Not literally but, he tried to catch every. Single. Crime he walks past. That man has never relaxed a day in his life.

Someone got robbed on the street over? Guess who’s already there. The almighty masked vigilante! The man’s probably never relaxed a day in his life, hell, you never even seen the dude take a nap.

God… You already missed Chicago.

You put your phone on charge on top of the nightstand near your bed, turning off the lights and finally getting into bed to sleep off all the work.

Tomorrow is going to be a long ass day.

You can feel it in your gut.

#Watch Dogs #watch dogs 2 #wrench x reader #reader insert #clara lille #My writing

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kpop-imagines-247 · 4 years

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M-My What (Kyuhyun x Fem! Reader)

A/N: As I said in the teaser, this imagine is really close to my heart. I love writing for Kyuhyun. As long as I have been a fan of super junior this man has found a way to slide up my bias list and make his way to the ultimate position. He has been through so much and still manages to put on a smile for us and that is what I appreciate about him.~Zero.

Ps. Mood board is mine please don’t steal.

Date: April 3, 2020

Pairing: Kyuhyun X Fem Reader

word count: 4,737

Warnings: Mentions of dealth, fluff and angst

Y/N P.O.V

Everyone has a guardian angel, I happened to meet mine when I was only seven years old. My aunt and uncle on my father’s side were driving us home from going to see a movie. It was very late at night, so my aunt was asleep in the passenger seat and my uncle was really tired and wasn’t paying attention, he didn’t know that he was driving on the wrong side of the road until a semi truck came speeding down the line that we were in.

He did what any panicked person in this situation would do. He swerved to the left, however on the left side of us wasn’t land or road anymore. It was a deep open body of water. So our car went right into the water and sank straight to the bottom. My uncle woke my aunt up and they quickly got out of the car to try and swim to safety completely forgetting about me in the back seat. The car was filling up with water fast too fast for me to fight against it or get my seat belt loose, so I sat there in the back seat and watched the last seven years of my young life flash before my eyes. I knew then and there that I wasn’t going to make it, I lost all hope.

I start to feel myself lose consciousness, but before I could I see a blinding light fill the water sanken car. Then the next thing I knew I was out of the car and in the sky. I think that now would be a good time to look up. I see a beautiful man with big bright white wings, then I look down and see the ocean below us. “Am I dead?” I ask in a small voice. The man looks down at me with a concerned look “No, but if I didn’t get to you sooner, you would have been.” He says in a clam voice. I couldn’t help it no matter how much I tried to fight it off. I felt the hot tears run down my slightly chubby cheeks, then I started sobbing, burying my head further into the man’s chest.

“Aww princess it is okay. You will be okay now, I am here.”

“Where are we go-going?” I ask slightly hiccuping.

“I am going to take you back to your house, your parents are worried sick about you.”

“What are you? You have very pretty wings.”

“Well thank you! I am your guardian angel here to protect you from early deaths or any other harmful dangers.” He replied

“Oh well thank you for saving me tonight, I think my mommy and daddy would appreciate it.”

“No problem kid, it is my job, when we get to your house I am going to have to leave but-”

“No, No please don't leave me...please.”

“Okay, Okay I promise I won’t, as long as you need me people will see me as a gold winged necklace when I hold your hand. Now try to get some sleep, I will wake you when we get there.”

I am suddenly too tired to talk so all I can manage is a slight nod against my angel’s chest. Some hours later I am woken up by my angel putting me on my feet about a mile or two from my house. He gently grabs my hand and starts guiding me back to my home. I soon see my parents in view so I look up at my angel and he nods down at me and lets go of my hand. I take off towards my mom and dad.

“Y/N, oh my gosh, thank heavens you are okay and alive, we were so worried.” my mom and dad say as they bring me into their tight embrace.

*Y/n is now 8 yrs old*

I still remember that night like is was yesterday even though it was over a year ago, I am now eight years old, if you are wondering my aunt made it out alive but my uncle didn’t make it, he got swept into the deep and fast currents which cause him to drown, sadly his body was never found. Yes I still get to see my angel, he is with me almost 24/7; the only times we are apart is when I am changing, going to the bathroom or in the shower. I don't know anything about him and he knows almost everything about me. Like how I am afraid of dolls, thunderstorms and open bodies of water(it makes me feel like I am reliving the accident).

Right now I am getting ready for a choir and band concert that I’m going to be performing in tonight. I am so nervous what if I mess up or what if I forget the lyrics in front of all of the people that will be there.

“What’s up princess, you look troubled?” The angel asks.

“I am just so nervous, what if I mess up and make a fool of myself in front of every person that will be there.”

“Y/N/N, you are going to do just fine. I have watched all of your practices and you did amazingly. You have a gorgeous voice and you play the F/M/I beautifly so trust me when I say that you are going to do just fine, I mean when have I ever let you down.”

“Okay, you’re right, I got this... let’s go and get this concert over with.” I say walking out of my room, but not before my angel grabbed my hand to guide me.

*Y/N is now 16 yrs old*

My angel started staying home during the day because he wants to give me some freedom. I am not worried about him not being able to get to me fast enough. We did a few tests, he can get to where I am before I can blink. So I am definitely not worried. It has been nearly eight years since the accident and I still don’t know his name, However, I will figure that out as soon as possible.

My day honestly really sucked, I started my period at school, I figured out that my boyfriend of nine months was cheating on me this whole time, I failed a math test that I studied so hard for and was so confident that I was going to pass, I missed the only bus that was going near my house. I now have to walk home, and to top it all off I cracked my phone screen today.

All I want is to get home, a shower, to eat ice cream while watching romantic movies crying my eyes out, and to cuddle with my angel like the old days; when I would have night terrors or like when there was a thunder and lightning storm. By the time I get home it is 5:30. I guess that I am lucky that spring break starts today.

My parents are out of town on a business trip and they will be gone for another whole month and half, so it is just me and the angel who I will find out the name of today. I start the long walk up the stairs, once I finally make it to my room I see my room setup for a movie night with just the person that I wanted to see.

“Oh My Gosh, thank you this is just what I needed.” I said and ran to give him a hug. I didn’t even realize that I was crying until he said something.

“Y/N/N what’s wrong?”

“It has been a really long and crappy day, I am just glad to be home.” I say while sniffling, “ I just realized that you have been protecting me for like eight years but you never told me your name.”

“ I am so sorry that your day has been crappy. I hope that I can make it better! You never asked me for my name, so I assumed that you didn’t want to know what it was.”

“Oh, well can you please tell me what your name is?” I ask shyly feeling stupid for never asking.

“Yeah, my name is Cho Kyuhyun but since you have known me for a long time you can call me Kyu if you want.”

“Well it is nice to finally meet you Kyu.” I say with a smile.

*Age 18*

I am now 18! This means that Kyu doesn’t show up as a necklace anymore to the whole world. He is just invisible to everyone except for me. However it has been like that for two years now. I like it better this way, because I feel more protected knowing that only I know that he is there with me all the time. I have known him for so long that it is sorta hard not to develop a crush on him, I mean he is very handsome and he is a gentleman. I still don’t know much about him. Like his age or how he died but he will tell me that when he is ready. I am not going to pressure that out of him.

In case you are wondering about what has happened the last two years or so, well here is everything my parents got divorced six months before I turned seventeen, I graduated with honors from the high school at the age of seventeen, the guy that I had a crush on for four years ended up being gay and my childhood dog died recently.

Kyuhyun’s P.O.V.

I have known Y/N for a very long time now. I have enjoyed my job as being her guardian angel, sure I have had other people to guard before. However, not one of them was as beautiful, smart, and caring as Y/N is. I think when it is Y/N turn to die, I’ll probably retire but I am not a hundred percent sure yet.

I haven’t checked into headquarters yet today, I probably should do that. I think to myself as I throw on a shirt and teleport to the said place. Once I am in the main room I see Kim Heechul, another guardian.

“Kyuhyun, just the person I was looking for. The boss has requested to see you, like, right now so you better hurry.” Heechul says while looking at me

“Thanks Heechul.” I say as I run to Leeteuk's office.

When I get to an all familiar door I knock twice, I wait until I hear a ‘Come in Kyuhyun.’ I quickly open the door and enter the room.

“Hey boss, you requested to see me, so what’s up?” I ask while shutting the door behind me.

“Kyuhyun, I have some news to tell you. However, I don’t think you are going to like it very much, please, take a seat.” Leeteuk states looking sort of worried.

Doing as he says I take a seat across from his desk, “Okay, I am seated now so what’s up?” I ask again.

“Kyuhyun, I have just been informed by my boss that,” He pauses to take a deep breath “Y/N is to die in two days, I am so so sorry Kyuhyun.” Leeteuk states while looking at me.

I feel my whole world come crashing down, no, no no no not Y/N. Anyone but Y/N. It is not her time, she is only 18. Looking up with tears in my eyes, I just muttered “What? Are you sure?”

“I wish it wasn’t true, I know how much she means to you and how painful this must be. Kyuhyun there is nothing no one can do, the upper boss says that it’s her time. Then it is her time.” Leeteuk replies looking down.

“Can I at least be with her when she dies?” I ask hopefully but already know the answer.

“I am afraid not, I was informed that wasn’t a good idea because you would try to save Y/N.” He replied.

“So, what do you expect me to do? J-just watch the girl I love die?” I ask slightly, raising my voice.

“No. not at all you don’t have to watch. Maybe, wait at the gates for when she does die. Then she has a person that she is comfortable with to greet her. I am so sorry Kyuhyun.” My boss says.

“Leeteuk, I will be back later I-I just need to go and clear my head.” I say while getting up from the chair. Once I teleport back to mine and Y/N’s apartment I fully break down. Looking at the clock I see that Y/N will be home in a few hours. Wiping my tears I start dinner, I have decided that today will be the day that I show Y/N how I died. It is also going to be the day I confess to her. I know it is weird, I am 153 years older than her. However, I am a ghost, so I never age but you can’t blame me. Here pretty soon she will be one too.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

My shift just ended at work; I was working graveyard which is never fun. You have to clean everything at the coffee shop before you can lock up and leave. If you don’t do it right then you get a third of your paycheck cut. The fact that I don’t have a car yet is pretty upsetting, this means that I have to walk about 1 hour to work and 1 hour back from work everyday. If I had a car it would cut the time in half.

Once I get to my apartment, the only things that are on my mind are cuddles from Kyu and a hot shower. I feel relieved when I get my key in the lock to unlock the door. Finally, I have the weekend off. I walk by the kitchen to see Kyu cooking dinner and I must say it smells amazing. I was going to stop and give him a hug but I am wet from the rain and all sweaty because I ran home, I will have to remember my umbrella next time it’s supposed to rain. Silently, I walk to my bedroom to get a towel and pajamas which are just some shorts and a tank top. Then I am off to the bathroom to take a long awaited hot shower.

After my shower I dress in my pajamas and head into the kitchen where I see Kyu setting the table in the dining room. Smiling to myself I go over to help him.

“Hey Kyu, do you want some help?”

“ Oh, umm no thank you Y/N I got it. How was your day at work?” asked Kyu, who seemed a little off.

“It was okay, long but okay I guess, what about you? How was your day?” I ask while looking at him from my seat at the table.

“Umm, about that, We need to talk about some stuff that is very important.” Kyu says while bringing over dinner.

“What’s up Kyu, you know you can talk to me about anything.” I say while scooping up some rice and putting it into my bowl.

Kyu sighs before speaking, “Y/N, I think it is time I showed you how I died, is that okay?”

Surprised by this I almost choke on my bite of rice, “Kyu, if you are ready to show me how you died then I am ready to see. I would love to learn more about you.” I say making eye contact with Kyu from across the table.

Before I can say anything else I see that I’m now in the middle of an alleyway. Looking out I see a man dragging a young girl into the alleyway and he was trying to force himself on her. I was about to yell at him to stop, but I saw a glimpse of Kyuhyun walking by. He must have heard the young girls cry for help because the next thing I know Kyuhyun runs down the alleyway and punches the pervert in the face.

I hear Kyuhyun yell at the young girl to run home and get to safety. She took off in fear while Kyuhyun was making sure that she got to safety. The man happened to get back up and he had a knife, I was crying and screaming at Kyuhyun to watch out, but it was like he couldn’t hear me. The man repeatedly stabbed Kyuhyun in the chest and stomach. When he was satisfied with how many holes he made he just got up and left. I ran over to Kyuhyun’s now lifeless body and cried with his head in my lap.

I closed my eyes and when they opened again I was back at the dining room table. With tears running down my face I look up at Kyuhyun, getting up I run over to him and embrace him in the biggest hug that I can manage.

“Kyuhyun, t-this might make you hate me but I just have to tell you this, I love you and I am very grateful to have you as my guardian angel,” I say while softly crying into his neck.

“Y/N, princess, look at me,” Kyu states while pulling away slightly, when I make eye contact with him he starts talking again. “Y/N, I-I love you too so much but, there is something I have to tell you.”

“Yes, what is it Kyu.” I prepared myself for him to reject me, but I never thought he would say these words to me.

“I was at headquarters today,” He pauses and looks like he is about to burst into tears “And my b-boss told me that uh- he told me that your time has changed and you are now in heaven i-in two days. I am so so sorry.” by the end of his sentence it has hot tears running down his cheeks.

“Hey, hey it is not your fault if it is my time then it is my time,” I say while wiping his tears. “Wi-will you at least be there with me?” I ask.

“ I am afraid not princess. They told me no because they knew that I would try to save you.” He says while looking down.

I gently lift his face, and kiss his cold tear stained cheek, I would kiss his lips but I am going to have to wait until I go up to heaven for that. “It is okay Kyuhyun, tomorrow is my last full day alive so let’s just stay home and cuddle okay?” I ask

“Are you sure that's really what you want to do in your last 24 hours?” He asks looking at me.

“If it means time with you then yes, Kyuhyun being with you makes me happy and on my last day I want to be happy.” I reply.

“Okay baby girl, tomorrow we will just have a movie night and cuddle. Now please eat before your food gets cold.” He states while kissing my forehead once.

After we were finished eating that night we went to bed. The next morning I am awoken by the light going through my blinds, yawning. I look over and see Kyuhyun peacefully sleeping. Smiling to myself I get up and walk to the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair, walking to the kitchen I first go to the coffee pot and press the on button. Then I get the ingredients to start breakfast which would be pancakes and potatoes. I am soon lost in deep thought, I am wondering what my death will be like, will it be as painful as kyuhyun’s? Will I just have a heart attack? Will I die saving someone? Pushing these questions aside I pour myself a cup of hot coffee. When I felt a presence behind me smiling I turned around already knowing who it is.

“Good morning Kyuhyun, did you sleep well?” I ask while pouring Kyu a cup of coffee as well.

“Yes I suppose, what about you?” He asks while taking the coffee out of my hand.

“I slept okay, are you hungry? Breakfast is ready.”

“Oh, yes please.”

After breakfast Kyu and I get a bunch of blankets and build a giant fort in front of the t.v, once we got cuddled up together Kyu asked me this question. “What do you want to watch first?”

“Um let’s watch Y/F/M.” I say while reaching for the remote.

*Later that night*

We were done watching movies and now eating dinner. Kyu decided to make my favorite meal tonight for dinner. I will miss my human life of course, but I am curious to see how my afterlife will be with Kyuhyun. I know for a fact that I am most nervous about dying. I'm not ready to die. There have been so many things in life that I haven’t got the chance to experience yet.

I decided that I should go see my parents tomorrow morning before it is too late. I have a feeling if I don’t go and see them, then I won’t see them for a long time.

*The Next Morning*

I get up and get ready for the day, I make sure to look very presentable to go and meet my parents at the small cafe I worked at. On the ride there I text my mom the address, once I get to the cafe I pay the taxi driver then I text my dad the address. I know that my parents probably won’t react well but it is worth a shot. This will be the last time I will see either of my parents for the rest of their time on Earth.

I go into the cafe and order an Americano and a poppy seed muffin for myself, a Chai tea and blueberry muffin for my mom, and plan black coffee for my dad paired with a chocolate muffin. When my mom walks into the coffee shop when she is within arm's reach I bring her into a tight hug “I love you mom.” I say trying to hold back tears and keep a straight face.

“I love you too princess, why don’t we sit and enjoy the drinks you bought.” my mom says while sitting down.

The bell above the door rings again and my dad walks in, I get up and pull him into a tight hug like I did with my mom. “What are you doing here.” My mom says with distaste in her tone.

“Please mama can you both please just have coffee with me just this once?” I ask with desperation in my tone.

She is about to answer when three men in black ski masks armed with guns run into the small coffee shop. “EVERYONE, GET DOWN ON THE FUCKING GROUND IF YOU WANT TO LIVE!!” One of the men yelled the other goes to the barista running the cash register while the third starts walking towards a family with two little kids,

The one walking towards the family grabs one of the kids and puts the gun to the young girls head. Without thinking I say “Mom, Dad I love you both, never forget that.” I then get up and walk towards the armed robber, “HEY! “ I yell “Give the girl back to her family, she has a full life ahead of her, if you are going to kill anyone, i-it should be me.”

The robber throws the five year old girl to her family and starts walking towards me “LOOK AWAY!!” I yell to the family and my parents as the robber puts the gun to my forehead. “Any last words girl?”

“Ya dad take care of mom while I am gone, I don’t care about your differences do this for me-” “You're taking too long.” The gunman interrupts me then pulls the trigger. I feel pain, I hear my mother start to sob then everything goes pitch black.

It is only painful and pitch black for a short while as a bright white light fills my vision “Baby girl, please come into the light, all your hurting will come to an end.” a familiar voice calls out to me.

I see a hand reach out toward me. With a smile I grab the familiar hand and am greeted with Kyuhyun giving me a sad smile. “Welcome to heaven baby girl.”

“Kyu,” I say while pulling him into a hug and letting the tears flow out of my e/c eyes.

“I know it hurts sweety, Y/n/n I am so proud of you. You died a hero, you saved that little girl.” Kyu says while pulling away and wiping my tears.

“Let’s get you checked in, then you can go see some old family and friends.” Kyu says while pulling me through the giant gold gates.

I look around in awe “It’s beautiful up here.” I say as we walk up to a big desk.

“Hello, you must be Y/n welcome here is a pamphlet about the rules and regulations of heaven.” The nice lady by the name of Rose says.

“Thank you Rose.” I reply while walking with Kyuhyun.

“Y/n/n, you can look at those later, but for now you need rest.” Kyu says while gently guiding me with his hand on my lower back to what I presumed to be his house.

Once he stops in front of a door he says “This is now our shared home, I hope you like how it is decorated. I tried to make it look like the old apartment.” Then he opens the door and allows me to take a look around.

“Kyu it is beautiful,” I say with awe while looking around.

I then pull him into a hug and look into his chocolate brown eyes, smiling. I move one of my hands to the back of his neck playing with the hairs at his nape, while the other hand cradles one of his checks. I feel his hands gently grab my hips and I see him start to lean in with his eyes fluttering shut. With my own eyes closing I slowly leaned in with my head slightly tilted meeting him halfway until finally our lips met.

(Gif not mine found on good old google)

His lips are very soft compared to my slightly chapped ones and I feel eagles flying in my stomach and see fireworks behind my closed eyelids. I guess what I am trying to say is this is by far the best kiss I have ever been a part of. I slowly pull away not for the need of oxygen no, we are dead and no longer need it but because I feel the need to speak.

“Okay two things,” I slightly giggle, “one this was the best kiss, I have ever been a part of and two I love you so much.” I say while gently sliding my thumb against his cheek.

“I have three things to say as well: one I feel the exact same way, two what do you want to do now that you have infinite peace, and three will you be mine forever.” He states while moving some stray hair out of my face and behind my ear.

“I think after I get the hang of everything around here, I want to be a guardian like you. Of course I will be yours for as long as you’ll have me.” I say while hugging him again.

When I was seven, I was so afraid to die. However, now that I have reached my time and died the way I was destined to, I realized that my life was so beautiful and I was so blessed to have a guardian like Kyuhyun. My after life will also be just as beautiful with Kyuhyun by my side.

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bucky-of-the-opera · 5 years

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Mother (Part 2)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Steve tells his children a bedtime story about him and Y/N.

Warnings: language, fluff, kissing

Word Count: 2,820

A/N: I loved combining two of my favorite shows. And I love Dad!Steve

Part 1

It was just after 1am; you were lying in bed with Steve’s chest flush against your back and his arms wrapped around you. You were just about to slip into unconsciousness when you heard two consecutive thuds and the sound of tiny feet running down the hall. “They’re up again,” you said, your eyes still closed. Steve yawned. “Three, two, one—” Right on cue, the door flung open. Your son and daughter climbed onto your bed and leapt on top of you and Steve. “What are you monkeys doing up?” you said as they both crawled under your blankets. They giggled as you and Steve enveloped them in your arms. “We woke up. So we’re not tired anymore!” you daughter Charlotte said. “You’ve only been asleep for four hours. How can you not be tired?” Steve asked. “I dunno!” your son Bailey exclaimed. You sighed. “Well, you might not need sleep. But grown ups do. Let’s go,” you said, flinging the blanket off. “No!” they shouted in unison, tugging the blanket back over their heads. “I got this,” Steve told you. You chuckled and got back under the covers. “Do you guys wanna hear a story about me and Mommy?” A muffled “Yes” could be heard from under the blanket. Steve peeled the covers back so he could see your children’s faces. “One story, and then you both go back to your rooms. Okay?” They both nodded. You put your elbow on the pillow and rested your head on your hand, getting ready to listen to his story. Steve turned on the lamp on his nightstand. He smiled at his little family and cleared his throat. “This is the story of when your Aunt Nancy, Uncle Jonathan, Aunt Robin, Mom, and I spent our first Thanksgiving together. Usually during the holidays, we would all go home to visit our own families. But since your Aunt Nancy and Uncle Jonathan had just gotten married, and I had started dating Mom, we decided to have our own Thanksgiving dinner in New York.”

*** Nancy was in the kitchen stuffing the turkey when Steve walked in. “Nance, you’ve cooked a turkey before, right?” he asked. She stopped prepping to look up at him. “Not exactly. But I’ve cooked chicken before, and how different is it really?” “Oh god.” She waved him off. “It’ll be fine Steve. I have a cookbook and google.” He opened his mouth to speak right as someone had knocked on the front door. Steve walked over to see who it was and opened the door to reveal Robin. “Salutations, my hairy friend,” she said as she brushed past him. “I brought the potatoes, Nancy.” “Robin, these are prepared mashed potatoes. I asked you to bring actual potatoes,” Nancy said. “But these cook in like, five minutes. And you don’t even have to use the oven. I’m just trying to make your life easier,” she shrugged. Nancy sighed. “Fine, put them in the fridge please.” Robin turned to face Steve. “So, Harrington.” “So, Buckley.” “Are you bringing your girlfriend to our sacred family dinner?” Steve scratched his head. “Well, she’s not actually my girlfriend yet…” “How long have you been seeing this girl?” Robin folded her arms. “Three weeks.” “And did you invited her to our Thanksgiving Dinner?” “Yeah…” Nancy dropped the pan she was holding. “Excuse me? Did you seriously invite another one of your floozies to our dinner?” “Wait, Nance, this is different. She’s not some floozy.” “But you haven’t made it official yet?” Robin asked. “I’ve just been waiting for the right moment.” Robin sighed. “Are you at least getting laid?” “Robin!” “What? I’m just looking out for you.” “Please don’t ask anything like that when Y/N gets here.” “Steve!” Nancy shouted. “I can’t believe you invited a stranger over to our first family Thanksgiving!” “She’s not some stranger! She’s the girl who interviewed that dog, Pickles! And I really think I could marry this girl some day.” Nancy shook her head. “You always do this. You invite girl after girl over to our special family events, claiming you’ve found ‘the one’. And then you end up dumping them a week or two later, but by then, they’ve already become eternalized in all of our pictures.” “I know I’ve brought a few girls to a birthday every now and then—” “A few? Ha!” Nancy cut in. “Let me show you some pictures.” She got out her phone and scrolled through her albums until she found the one she was looking for. “Here we go!” She thrust the phone in front of Steve’s face. “My birthday last year, Robin’s birthday, Christmas, Fourth of July, National Ice Cream Day—” “Okay! Fine, maybe I do bring my fair share of dates to our parties and dinners and stuff. But Nancy, I really like this girl. She’s not like any of the others. There’s this feeling I get when I’m with her…I can’t describe it. I just know I’ve never felt like this about anyone else before.” Nancy groaned and shoved her phone back into her pocket. “Fine, Steve. But she’s taking the photo.” Nancy poked her head into the living room. “Jonathan! Can you start setting the table?” “The turkey takes like, three hours to cook. Can’t I do it later?” he asked. “But I want everything ready so all I have to worry about is the food.” “But—” “Dude,” Steve said, cutting Jonathan off. “Happy wife, happy life.” Jonathan nodded and started setting the table. You were supposed to arrive about two hours later, so Steve had to finish getting ready. He grabbed his clothes from his room and locked himself in the bathroom. Over an hour later, Steve still hadn’t returned, so Robin pounded on the door. “Jesus, Harrington! Did you fall in?” The door swung open, letting billows of steam escape. “Do you know how long it takes to make my hair look this good?” Steve walked straight to another mirror to apply a last minute touch up. Meanwhile, you had just got to the building. You climbed the stairs and knocked on the door. “Shit! She’s early!” Steve sprinted to the door, tripping on his untied shoelace. He brushed his clothes off and took a deep breath before pulling on the handle. His heart skipped a beat when he saw you standing there; you had put on one of your nicer outfits and wore your hair differently than you normally did. “Hi Steve,” you smiled at him. “Hi Y/N.” He pulled the door open more to let you walk into the apartment.Steve took your coat from you and hung it up. You handed him the pumpkin pie you had brought with you. “It’s my uncle’s recipe; literally the best pie I’ve ever eaten.” “Better than the pie at that bakery I took you to last week?” “Oh, so much better.” “Damn, well I can’t wait to try it. I’ll go put this in the kitchen.” When he left, Robin walked over to you. “Hey, we met briefly a few weeks ago. I’m Robin.” “Oh, right! You introduced me to Steve. I’m Y/N; it’s so nice to meet you properly.” “So,” she tilted her head, grinning. “How are things going with you two?” “Hey, Y/N!” Steve returned before you could answer, placing his arm around you. “Let me introduce you to Nancy and Jonathan. They’re both in the kitchen.” As he pulled you away, he turned his head back around to look at Robin and give her the ‘I’m watching you’ signal. She rolled her eyes and sat back down on the couch. Steve cleared his throat. “Y/N, this is Nancy and Jonathan. Nancy and Jonathan, this is Y/N.” “Steve’s told me so much about you guys, I’m so happy I finally get to meet his best friends.” Nancy looked you up and down before giving a small smile. “Steve seems to really like you, so hopefully you last longer than his past dates ever did.” Jonathan and Steve locked eyes before Jonathan butted in. “Hey, Y/N, have you ever heard of the cockamouse? I took some really cool pictures you should see.” He practically dragged you away, leaving Steve and Nancy alone in the kitchen. “I’m sorry,” Nancy said, before Steve could say anything. “I didn’t mean to say that. I’ll behave.” Steve nodded. “Thanks, Nance.” He helped her with some of the cooking until she forced him out of the kitchen. “You’re gonna burn something. Go back to your date.” Steve froze. “How long has she been alone with Jonathan?” “He’s probably shown her his entire Bigfoot collection by now.” “I’m gonna go save her,” he said, taking off towards Johnathan and Nancy’s room. Jonathan was showing you the pictures he took of what he claimed to be an actual UFO just as Steve burst into the room. “Hey, Nancy needs your help in the kitchen.” Jonathan set the pictures down and left the bedroom, leaving you and Steve alone. “So, are you a believer yet?” You chuckled. “I think I just agreed to a road trip to Roswell.” “Bring me back a T-shirt.” He walked over to you, grabbing hold of your hand. You looked down at your interlocked fingers and then up at Steve’s face. He smiled softly at you. “I hope this isn’t weird; me inviting you to Thanksgiving when you haven’t even met my friends before.” “It’s fine, Steve. I’m just excited that I get to spend more time with you.” You wrapped your free hand around the back of his head, your fingers lost in his hair. Your eyes flickered back and forth between his eyes and his tongue that kept darting out. Finally, you leaned forward, capturing his lips with yours. Steve pressed his hands against the small of your back to pull you against him. You clenched the front of his shirt as you slipped your tongue into his mouth, making him moan into yours. Just then, a shutter noise went off and you both pulled apart. Robin was standing in the doorway, aiming her phone at you two. “Dammit, Robin. Put the phone away,” Steve groaned. “I was just coming to tell you that dinner was ready. But from the looks of it, you two were already getting started on dessert.” She threw her hand up in the air. “Up top, Stevie.” “Are you serious? I’m not high-fiving that. Come on, Y/N.” Steve took your hand and started walking towards the door. “Wait, Steve, please!” He ignored her. Robin turned to you. “Y/N! Come on, you can’t leave me hanging.” Steve pulled you out of the bedroom before you could respond. You both joined Nancy and Jonathan at the table, followed by Robin, who’s hand was still stuck in the air. “Hey Nance, have I mentioned how much I like your new hairdo?” Robin asked with a pained look on her face. Nancy stared at her for a moment before serving the mashed potatoes. “I’m not high-fiving you for whatever it is you said to Steve and Y/N.” Robin groaned. “Hey, Jonny Boy, I saw those new pics you took of that totally real flying saucer. They were epic. You have a real talent.” “You really think so?” Jonathan asked. “Oh, I know so. Come on, gimme five.” He leaned over towards her just as Nancy pulled his hand away. “She’s just playing you, Jonathan.” He blushed. “Right, of course.” Steve turned his head to whisper to you. “I know you’re thinking it, and the answer is yes; they are weird. All the time.” You chuckled. “What’s wrong with weird?” “Absolutely nothing,” he said before he kissed your cheek. Nancy kept glancing at the two of you throughout dinner. To her, this date seemed different than the others. Maybe Steve was right for once; maybe you were ‘the one’. After dinner and dessert had been finished, Nancy grabbed her phone from the kitchen. “All right everyone, it’s time for pictures!” The table collectively groaned but huddled in front of the fire place anyway. You were unsure of whether you were invited in the group photo, so you lingered behind. “Do you want me to take the photo, Nancy?” you asked. Steve opened his mouth to speak, but Nancy cut him off. “Don’t be silly. You’re part of our group, so that means you have to be in the group photo.” She glared at the others. “Whether you want to or not.” She took your hand and led you to the fireplace. Steve stood behind you with his arms wrapped around your front and his chin resting on your head. Nancy set the timer on the phone’s camera and hurried back to join you all. “Everyone say ‘Thanksgiving’!” “Thanksgiving,” the group mumbled. After the picture was taken, Steve invited you to the rooftop. He helped you onto the fire escape and held your hand as you made your way to the top. The night was clear, so you could see all the stars in the sky. “Wow, this is beautiful, Steve.” “Not as beautiful as you.” He waggled his eyebrows. You groaned. “That was so cheesy.” “Good cheesy though, right?” You cupped his cheek. “Good cheesy.” Steve leaned into your touch and wrapped his arms around you. “Y/N, I know we only met three weeks ago. But it feels like I’ve known you for so much longer.” He paused to release a breath. “I’m crazy about you, and I wanted to ask you if you would be my girlfriend.” “Oh, god,” you said, placing your hand on your chest. “I thought you were about to say something absolutely insane, like you loved me or something.” He laughed. “Could you imagine if I did? What psycho tells someone they love them so soon after meeting them?” You giggled and pressed your forehead against his. “I’m crazy about you too, Steve. And I would love to be your girlfriend.” Steve picked you up, and you wrapped your legs around him as he spun you around. He kissed you slowly as he placed you back down. “Why don’t we go back inside? It’s too cold to stay out here,” Steve said. He followed you back into the living room. Nancy and Jonathan were lounging on the couch while Robin was lying upside down on the chair, her arm still raised above her head. She quickly got up when she saw the two of you return. “Well? Did you ask her? Did she say yes?” Steve nodded. Robin thrust her hand in Steve’s face. He sighed and gave her a high five. “Oh, sweet Jesus! Thank you!” She pulled Steve and you into a hug, squeezing you both tightly. “Thank you so much,” she sniffed, collapsing back into her chair and clutching her arm. “It’s getting pretty late; I should probably head home,” you said. “Oh, right. I’ll walk you out.” You said your goodbyes to everyone else, and Steve walked with you to the door. He grabbed your coat, helping you put it on. “You know…I don’t have any roommates.” You bit your lip, glancing up at him. “Yeah, I noticed that when I came over the other day. What’s that like? It must get pretty lonely at times.” Robin groaned loud enough for you to hear. “He’s so goddamn stupid. Have I completely wasted my time by taking him under my wing?” Steve blushed. “Shut up, Robin.” He stepped out into the hallway with you. “Sorry, um, what were you saying again?” “Well, I was trying to ask you if you wanted to come back to my place, but maybe I wasn’t as clear as I thought I was.” He ran his hand over his face. “No, Robin’s right. I’m just stupid.” “Hey, don’t call my boyfriend stupid.” Steve smiled, grabbing your hand. “It won’t happen again.” You started tugging him towards the stairwell. “Let’s go; I’ve got a new mattress that needs breaking in.” He chuckled. “Now that, I understood.” *** “And, as you both know, we still spend Thanksgiving together as a family.” “Steve,” you whispered. “They fell asleep.” He looked down at your children. “At what part?” “Somewhere around ‘cockamouse’.” He sighed. “Maybe one day they’ll appreciate my stories.” You reached across both children to place your hand on Steve’s arm. “Hey. I love your stories.” He took your hand, lifting it up to kiss the back of it. “I know. It’s why you married me, isn’t it?” “One of the reasons,” you grinned. “I can’t say some of the other reasons when there’s tiny ones present.” “I guess you’ll just have to tell me after Nancy comes to pick up the kids in the morning then.” You hummed in agreement as you started to nod off. Steve turned off the lamp and laid down under the covers. “Goodnight, love.” “G’night Stevie.”

#stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #how i met your mother #steve harrington fic

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fluffyunicornofdanger · 5 years

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Let’s Get a Badger

A/N: It feels so nice to be writing something that isn’t part of a series. Not only do I have two series going on this blog, but I have one going on my other blog. I love each series, but sometimes I need a break and I’m so glad that I’ve gotten requests for one-shots. Requests are open and I hope to get all the ones sent in so far out this week. Don’t be afraid to send in requests and/or feedback. I hope you guys enjoy.

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Present Day! Brian May x Reader

Requested by: @stephydearestxo

Word Count: 1/5k

Warnings: Age Gap (legal, of course)

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The house was dead silent. The window wasn’t blowing causing it to creak and the traffic outside was almost non existent with all the windows shut. It was nice to have silence for once, the house was always full of life as people were always over. One day of silence was just was Brian needed to get work done. But not Y/n.

As much as she loved not having people over all the time, she didn’t enjoy how empty it made the house feel. She had grown up surrounded by people. Her grandparents and all her aunts and uncles were never more than a short walk away, so everyone was always over. Her house, growing up, was always noisy. People were always laughing and talking and occasionally someone would break something. That was one thing she really missed about her childhood. It wasn’t the innocence or the fact that she didn’t have to pay any bills, it was the noise.

Brian didn’t seem to understand, how could he? He didn’t have a large family like Y/n did and didn’t understand how much that noise had been a part of her life. If she brought it up, Brian would simply brush it off, say that they needed to slow down and enjoy the peace and quiet. But he didn’t get it, she was young. No 25 year old wants to be told to enjoy the peace and quiet. That is something that is reserved for people who have actually lived and deserve a break. It would be fair to tell her parents that or even her grandparents, but not her. It would be fair to tell Brian that, seeing as how he was a little younger than her grandparents. But it wasn’t fair to her.

Y/n sat in the living room, looking over a home decor magazine. It was Sunday, one of the only days that people didn’t come around. Flipping through the pages, she tried to look for something that would look nice in the house. But everything she liked just didn’t fit. Either it was the wrong color or the wrong size. Nothing really caught her eye until she landed on the last page.

Sitting up straight, she ran her finger over the picture. It was a picture of a family lounging in their living room, quiet like the one that Y/n had set up. The parents were laughing from the place on the couch as their son and dog played on the floor. It was a sweet picture, something Y/n hoped she would be able to live. But starting a family wasn’t on her mind at the moment. Sure it would fill the silence, but Brian already had three grown kids and wasn’t thinking about having anymore. He probably stopped thinking about children long ago. And Y/n wasn’t in a good place when it came to work or life in general for her to want to even consider having children. Anyway, it wasn’t the small child that drew her to the picture.

It was the dog.

A small Shih Tzu with a white and brown coat.

Y/n sighed, looking up from the magazine. She had never thought about getting a pet. Not when Brian was around animals all the time, talking about them in a way that made her feel as if she were around them, and they were often gone, either visiting people or traveling. But a small dog. It would be the right size to travel with them. Easy to take from place to place and just large enough to fill the silence that Y/n couldn’t stand.

Standing from her seat, she threw the magazine on the coffee table and walked back to Brian’s office. It was at least worth mentioning.

“Bri,” she called, entering his office full of posters from tours and framed pictures throughout his life.

Brian looked up from his place behind his desk, pulling his glasses down a little. “Yes, love.”

Y/n smiled, shaking her head at his hair that had decided to arrange itself in the weirdest of ways. Something it always did while he was working. Stepping fully into the office, she came over to his desk. “I was thinking,” she drawled.

“Oh, that’s never good,” he chuckled.

Y/n narrowed her eyes, playfully hitting him. “Anyway, I was thinking that maybe we should, I don’t know, get a dog.”

Y/n couldn’t be sure what Brian was thinking as he shook his head with a smile. At least she hadn’t asked for a baby. That was probably a conversation he was hoping to avoid.

Brian turned towards her, taking his glasses off and setting them in front of his computer. “Where is this coming from? I thought we were fine without a dog.”

They were fine without a dog. They were lovely without a dog. They didn’t need anything really, to make them fine. But where was it coming from? Y/n wasn’t sure how to answer that. Brian loved the silence that Sundays brought, he practically thrived off of them. That was the one day during the week when he could get the most work done. But it was the opposite for Y/n. To her it was a filler day. Just there so she could move on to the next. It was the one day she had nothing to do and she hated that. And that’s where it was coming from, her hatred of the peace and quiet that Sundays always brought.

“Nowhere,” she lied. “I just think it would be nice to have a dog. Give us something to look after, something we can share that isn’t furniture or dishware.”

Brian didn’t look convinced. “How about we get a badger. Those things are just as adorable as dogs.”

Y/n frowned, folding her arms over her chest. “Yes, but they aren’t meant to be pets. So, how about you lighten up and just consider getting a dog. They are good for your health.”

He gave her a puzzled look, turning back to the computer that was placed in front of him. “Where did you get that from?”

“I read it in some article. Not sure how true it is, but we can always test the theory.”

“I’ll think about it.”

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The next Sunday rolled around and Y/n frowned as she walked in the front door. The house was silent once again but that wasn’t how she left it when she ran out to go get milk. The house, for once, had been lively, something that never happened on Sundays. She was disappointed to see that all that liveliness had disappeared.

Setting the milk on the counter, Y/n stripped off her jacket and hung it in its place before walking to the living room.

Nothing.

It seemed that every room she checked was dead silent. She knew better than to think that was a good sing. Her mother had always told people that she knew when her kids were up to no good when the house was silent.

There was one room she hadn’t check and that was Brian’s office, not that she expected him to be doing anything but working. He was strict about that. Sunday was his work day and nothing, not her, not his children, not even Roger, could get in the way of that. If he took one Sunday off it would make people think that he would take everyone Sunday off and then no work would get done.

Walking down the hall, Y/n stopped right outside the door as she heard Brian’s voice faintly speaking. “Now, you aren’t that bad. Just annoying. Hey! No, you can’t chew on that.”

Y/n pushed the door open to find Brian on the floor next to his desk with a small puppy between his legs. She couldn’t help but smile. That’s where the dog had run off to.

Folding her arms across her chest, she leaned against the door frame, watching as the puppy pulled on the laces of Brian's shoes. “I could have sworn you told me that this was my dog and that I was supposed to entertain it.”

Brian chuckled, his cheeks turning a light shade of red. “Well, she was whining after you left and we couldn’t have that.” He ran his hand over the small dog. “Now, could we?” he said in a soft tone.

Y/n shook her head. “You better not steal my dog from me.”

“I would never.”

Just then the puppy bolted out of the room, running between Y/n’s legs. Brian was amused by the action, something that the animals he worked around often did. Y/n, on the other hand, not so much. Turn to look down the hallway, she watched in horror as the puppy collided with a small bookcase, it’s content tumbling to the floor.

Sighing, Y/n and Brian went to retrieve the small creature before it could do any more damage. It was a good thing that they had gotten a dog because Y/n wasn’t sure if she would ever be able to handle children. And, anyway, raising a dog was much like raising a kid and she was glad that she got to raise her puppy with Brian.

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rpf-bat · 5 years

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Keep Your Cars And Your Dogs

Pairing: Ray Toro x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: It’s Ray’s birthday, and you’re delighted that he’s home from the Black Parade World Tour, in time to spend it with you. You decide to cook something delicious for him to celebrate.

You and Ray had gotten such precious little time together lately. You loved that his band had become so successful- he was so talented at what he did, so he deserved that kind of critical acclaim. But, he’d been away from you almost all summer, touring Europe. You’d missed him terribly.

He’d flown home from Ireland on the ninth - and slept almost the whole day after. Jet lag seemed to take a lot out of him. You’d enjoyed having him home since then. But, on the 25th, a whole, new tour was going to start. He was expected to be in Washington state, opening for Linkin Park as part of Projekt Revolution.

Two weeks was all you were going to get with him - and then he’d be right back on the road again, until September. You didn’t know how he did it. Having to constantly travel from place to place, and do hours-long performances every single day. Whenever he did manage to find a moment to catch his breath, he would call you. He would tell you over and over again, how much he missed you, and couldn’t wait to see you again. It almost made up for the months you spent all alone, in this house that was too big for one. Almost.

“But, never mind that,” you muttered to yourself, as you stepped into the kitchen. Today was a special day - Ray’s thirtieth birthday. And he was actually home to celebrate it with you! When he’d turned 28, he’d been hundreds of miles away, doing a Warped Tour date in Montana. And when he’d turned 29, he’d been knee-deep in recording Black Parade. He was perfectionist and obsessive when he was working - it was like he refused to come up for air.

But today, he’s all mine, you smiled to yourself. There’s nowhere else that he has to be.

At the moment, he was sleeping. You’d gotten up extra early today, to give yourself time to prepare his birthday surprise. He’d been talking to you, the other day, about the summers he’d spent in San Juan as a kid, with his abuela. He said she’d made the best pernil he’d ever tasted.

So, you’d gotten the idea to try and replicate her recipe, to surprise him. You’d gone through the trouble of contacting his aunt, who still lived in Puerto Rico to this day. You booted up your computer, to reread the email she’d sent you, with cooking instructions.

The first thing you need to do, chica, you read, imagining the little old lady’s voice, is make a sofrito.

You were ashamed to admit, you’d had to Google what sofrito was. It wasn’t a part of your culinary culture. Then, you’d had to go to three different stores to find the aji dulce peppers that the sofrito recipe called for.

But, you’d figured it out eventually, successfully pulsing the ajices dulces in your food processor, with bell peppers, onions, garlic, and cilantro.

Ok, you thought, what’s the next step?

You went back over to your computer, to re-check Ray’s aunt’s instructions. You could mash the garlic in the food processor, too, she conceded. But if you want to be really authentic….well, I always use a pilón.

You’d had to reply to her email, and ask her what that word meant. A pilón, you’d discovered, was a mortal and pestle. Now that was old school. You’d had to go to a specialty kitchenware store to find one. But, it was worth it to you. You wanted the dish to taste as close to the way Ray’s grandmother used to make it, as possible.

I love my boyfriend, you thought with a smile, as you ground up the garlic with the pestle. He works so hard, and he never complains. He’s the heart and soul of his band. I don’t think the guys would survive without him. And he’s so good to me, too. Always a total gentleman, opening up doors for me and stuff. He’s so gentle and sweet. He even plays guitar to cheer me up when I’m sad. I don’t care how much effort I have to go through to cook this, if it’ll make him happy.

Now that the garlic was the right consistency, you were ready for the next step. You took your pork shoulder out of the fridge, and placed it in your roasting pan. You cut several slits into the meat with your chef’s knife. Next, you rubbed the garlic and sofrito, along with adobo and sazon seasoning, into the meat.

Then, you wrapped it in foil, and placed it back into the fridge. Ideally, you were supposed to let it marinate in there overnight, soaking up the spices’ flavors. But, Ray would have seen you if you’d started cooking last night, and that would have ruined the surprise. So, you hoped a couple hours would be enough to impart the flavors properly.

It was six now - at eight, you would pop it into the oven, and by the time Ray woke up, the house would be filled with the delicious aroma of slow-roasting pork. By one o clock in the afternoon, the pork would be done, and ready to eat.

The plan is foolproof, you told yourself, and killed a little bit of time by cooking some breakfast for yourself. You ate your waffles while re-watching a video that a fan had filmed last month, at Rock Am Ring.

It was pretty much Germany’s biggest music festival, and you were so proud of Ray, that his band had been chosen, to be a part of its lineup this year. You listened to him back Gerard up on vocals during “Welcome To The Black Parade”, as he shredded on the guitar. Ray was so cool. You felt so lucky, that he was yours. You wish you could have been there, to see this performance in person. You had never been to Germany. Maybe he would take you with him, the next time…..

You were startled out of your thoughts, when you heard the timer go off. Eight o clock already?

“Welp,” you sighed, “time to put the pork in the oven.” You put on a pair of oven mitts. The oven was already perfectly preheated, to 350 degrees. You opened the refrigerator door, and grabbed the roasting pan. You could already smell the sazon through the tin foil.

Just as you were carrying it across the kitchen, a barking Yorkie came bounding into the room, chasing a mouse.

“Bauer, get out of the way!” you called. You loved Ray’s little dog, but you didn’t need him underfoot right now.

Undeterred, Bauer ran straight towards you, still following the mouse’s trajectory.

“Bauer…no!” You tripped over the dog’s small body as he ran in front of where you were trying to walk. You grabbed the kitchen counter, instinctively, to keep yourself from falling. The pan of pork slipped out of your hand, and tumbled to the floor.

“Fuck!” you cried, as meat and sauce spilled all over the floor. Bauer ran over to the fallen pork curiously.

“No, no, boy, don’t….” you gasped. You wanted to scream, as Bauer took a bite out of the raw pork shoulder.

“Stop!” you cried, shooing him away. “Bad dog!”

You picked the pork up off the ground, and put it in the sink, out of the dog’s reach. It’s ruined, you thought miserably. There’s no way I can salvage the recipe now.

You got a paper towel, and started wiping the sofrito up off the floor. You could barely see what you were doing, because your vision had become clouded by tears.

I just wanted to do one, nice thing for Ray’s birthday, you thought miserably. He deserves the whole world, and now he won’t get anything at all, because I’ve fucking ruined his present.

You leaned against the warm oven door, dejectedly wiping your eyes.

“Hey, Y/N, what’s going on?” said a soft voice, and you looked up and saw Ray entering the kitchen.

“You’re awake?” you blinked, still sniffling.

“Yeah,” Ray frowned. “I heard a commotion out here. Is everything okay?”

“No,” you sobbed. “Ray, I’m so sorry. I wanted to surprise you, with a really nice birthday lunch, but I ruined everything….I made a mess….”

“Sssh, let me help you clean that up, babe,” Ray said gently, grabbing another paper towel, and mopping up the rest of the sofrito.

“No, Ray, you don’t have to do that,” you protested, standing up. “It’s your birthday, you should be relaxing, not picking up after my stupid ass.”

“You’re not stupid, Y/N,” Ray said soothingly, pulling you into a warm hug. “What were you trying to cook, sweetie? It’s not nearly lunchtime yet.”

“I was trying to make pernil,” you confessed. “Your aunt said it has to roast for five hours.”

“You talked to my tía?” Ray asked, surprised.

“Yeah, I didn’t want to just use a recipe off Google,” you explained. “I wanted it to be just like the stuff you ate when you were little. I thought it would make you, y’know, happy, and nostalgic, and….”

“Y/N, it was really sweet of you to go through all that trouble for me,” Ray smiled. “I know it must’ve been hard work, getting all those ingredients together.”

“I don’t care about that, Ray,” you said, tears still stinging your eyes as you looked up at him. “I would do anything to make this day special for you. I love you so much.”

“Well, I love you, too, Y/N,” Ray said, pulling you close again.

“But I fucked everything up,” you sighed. “I tripped over the stupid dog, and now your special birthday meal is ruined.”

“I don’t have to eat anything special today,” Ray shrugged. “You don’t have to slave in the kitchen for hours for me. As long as I get to spend time with you today, that’s all that matters.”

“But, the pernil was supposed to be my present to you,” you frowned. “Now that it’s messed up, I have nothing to give you.”

“Just give me your time,” Ray smiled. “And your hugs, and your kisses. That’s enough for me. These days that we get to spend together, are so precious to me. I wish we had more of them.”

“Me, too,” you said softly, holding him tight.

“What if we just went out to lunch?” Ray suggested. “Anywhere you want.”

“No, Ray. It’s your birthday, you pick where you want to go!”

“Okay,” Ray chuckled. “What about In-N-Out?”

“You could have anything you want on your special day,” you gaped, “and you pick a fast-food hamburger?”

“Well,” Ray smiled, “our first date was at In-N-Out, remember?”

You had almost forgotten. That was over three years ago, when My Chemical Romance had first come to California, to record Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge. Ray hadn’t been used to working in such a big studio, and had confided in you, that he felt a bit out of his league. You’d seen him getting stressed out, and suggested he take a break.

He’d been hesitant at first - when he started working on a new song, he didn’t like to put the guitar down until it was finished. But, as his friend, you had to remind him to take care of himself. He’d listened to you, eventually, and allowed you to drive him away from Bay 7 Studios, to grab a burger.

You had shared your first kiss, in the In-N-Out parking lot, on Ventura Boulevard.

“You remember that,” you grinned, “after all this time?”

“I’ll never forget it,” Ray smiled back, pulling you in for a soft and gentle kiss. You melted into his warmth.

“I don’t need a perfect gift,” Ray whispered into your ear, softly. “I don’t need a fancy car, that I could afford, now that the band has taken off. I don’t even need this fancy house in LA. Give me you, and some animal style fries, and I’m a happy man. It doesn’t take much, when I have such a beautiful person by my side.”

“I’ll always be by your side, Ray,” you promised. “Happy Birthday.”

#ray toro x reader #ray toro imagine #happy birthday ray toro

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cant-icle · 6 years

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For the 200 follower promptaganza can I request an angsty (although with a happy end) Werewolf!Ryuji x Akira/Ren fic please?

“Look, I’m not expecting you to want to talk, but I feellike we need to. There’s some things we should discuss before you just shut meout completely, right? You’re my best friend. I...though we were getting to becloser than that, even. Can you...will you call me back? Please? I miss you.”

Akira hangs up the phone and barely keeps himself fromthrowing it at the wall. It’s been threedays. Three entire days sincehe’s so much as seen Ryuji, three days with no response over the phone orthrough text, and the anxiety would be clawing its way up his throat if Annhadn’t told him she’d visited him yesterday.

He doesn’t know what he did wrong, that’s the thing—if he did something, Ryuji should’ve toldhim, so he could’ve fixed it and not just ghostedhim. And it’s not like—he doesn’t even know where Ryuji lives, Ryuji always comes to Leblanc to hang out, so it’s not likehe can bring over some soup if he’s sick.

He’d thought—he’d really thought that maybe, they might begetting somewhere that night in Inokashira Park, when Ryuji’d put his hand ontop of Akira’s and leaned in, and the full moon was so beautiful in his eyesthat Akira’d blurted something stupid—

Is that what thiswas all about? The stupid thing he’d said? Something like “The full mooncouldn’t compare to your eyes,” god,Akira cringes so hard thinking about it that his shoulders touch his ears.Okay, yeah, if someone said that to himmaybe he’d ghost them for a while. But still!

It sucks, and he sucks, and his life sucks, and it’s makingPhantom Thievery very difficult without his right-hand man at his, well, righthand. He gets knocked on his ass three times during a single fight in Mementosbefore Queen all but drags him back to the Mona-Mobile.

He’s not sulking.

(He’s maybe sulking.)

When he tries to slink off at the entrance to Mementos, Anngrabs his arm. “You’re this torn up about it?” she says like she already knowsthe answer.

“He won’t answer any of my messages,” Akira mutters,scuffing his shoe along the floor with his hands in his pockets. “I don’t knowif he’s dead or sick or hit in the road somewhere or arrested or—“

“I can guarantee that he’s none of those—or, well, most ofthose. He might’ve been hit in the road.”

“Ann, don’t saythat—“

“Ugh, boys andtheir feelings,” Ann groans, and tugson his arm. “You probably would’ve found out sooner or later, but if you’regonna be distracted enough in Mementos that you’re getting your butt whooped bya Pixie—“

She leads him to a line that leads out towards the edges ofthe city. It’s still early in the day; the train isn’t packed enough that theyhave to stand, but Ann refuses to answer any of his questions and spends theentire ride messing around on her phone.

They ride for almost an hour and a half, long enough thatthey pass the suburbs and get into fields and forests, and the train car is allbut empty when they disembark. It’s hot; hot enough that Akira regrets wearinghis overshirt and rolls the sleeves up as high as they’ll go.

The road, once they leave the station, is unpaved. Ann leadshim down it for nearly twenty minutes, confidence in every inch of her body,every step that she takes. Somehow, she looks more like she belongs out herethan she does in Tokyo.

She leads him to a house, big and sprawling, that backs ontoa long field backed by a deep, dark stretch of forest. Akira expects thatthey’ll knock, but Ann just opens the door and walks right in, bold and brazenas you please, toeing off her shoes once she gets inside. “Ann,” Akira says,low and uncertain, “what—“

That’s when the biggest fucking dog he’s ever seen in hisgoddamn life steps into the hallway, its claws clicking on the linoleum, it’sears tilted up and at them. It’s big and black and bushy and one of the mostbeautiful things Akira’s seen in his life. “Holy shit,” he breathes in awe and delight (and a little bit ofapprehension,) “Ann, look at how big that dog is, what the fuck.”

The dog laughs athim.

Literally. It drops its jaw and huffs, front paws shufflingback and forth on the floor as its tail swishes once-twice behind it. “Oh mygod,” Akira groans, dropping down to his knees. For a brief moment he doesn’treally care where he is or what’s going on, because if there’s anything KurusuAkira loves in his life, it’s dogs.

(Don’t tell Morgana.)

“Hey, do you—is it friendly?” He looks up at Ann, who hasboth hands slapped over her mouth looking like she’s trying not to laugh athim. “Ann, is it—“

The dog laughs at him again and clicks its way down thehallway, shoving its face into Akira’s. He’s greeted with a muzzle full of verysharp, very white teeth as the dog sniffs his face, his ears, his hands, andfinishes off with a big sloppy lick right across his glasses. Ann loses herfight with laughter at that, even more so when the dog shoves its head into thegap between Akira’s arm and his side. Seriously, it’s huge. It dwarfs him while he’s kneeling—it’s gotta weight at leasta hundred kilo, easy.

He’s finger-combing his way through the dog’s thick ruffwhen he realizes that Ann’s further down the hall, talking to someone. He leansback and up to look, but the dog rolls over and exposes its belly veryappealingly – welp, his belly,clearly—and wriggles in invitation, distracting Akira enough that Ann andwhoever she’s talking to are almost on top of him before he looks up again.

“Akira,” Ann says, laughter in every line of his body, “I’dlike to introduce you to Sakamoto-san, Ryuji’s aunt. Ryuji, get off the floorand stop making an idiot of yourself.”

Akira stands and makes polite introduction before Ann’ssecond sentence sinks in. “You, um, named your dog after your nephew?” heblurts out before he can help himself. Sakamoto-san, Ann, and the dog laugh at him.

Or, well...now that Akira’s looking closer, it looks morelike a wolf than a dog—it’s got the big triangular ears, the long, slendermuzzle, the narrow eyes and very large teeth. Maybe a mixed-breed? A wolf-dog?They have that sort of thing, right?

Wolf-dog-Ryuji follows him around the house whileSakamoto-san makes pleasant talk and insists that they stay for lunch; eachtime Akira stops, dog-Ryuji shoves his head under Akira’s hand. Dog-Ryuji istall enough that Akira can rest his hand on his back and ruffle his fur whileAkira is standing; dog-Ryuji is also shedding fit to burst, leaving long, softfur all over his hands and his leg.

Out of habit, he takes his phone out and levels it atdog-Ryuji; dog-Ryuji tilts his head and drops his jaw, just a bit, in a caninesmile. It’s a cute picture; he saves it and sends a copy to Ryuji out of habitwith the caption met your namesake today.

Across the room, attached to a charger on the kitchencounter, Ryuji’s phone goes off.

As it turns out, dog-Ryuji isn’t a namesake. As it turns out, it’s a wolf, and it’s alsoregular Ryuji.

“Hold up,” Akira blurts in the middle of the explanationSakamoto-san tries to give him, grabbing onto Ryuji’s head and staring himstraight in the eye. Ryuji makes a grumble in the back of his throat and foldshis ears back in appeasement, shuffling his paws and wagging his tail. “So youmean—all this time you’ve been hamming it up, watching me make an idiot ofmyself—“

Ryuji nods, and drops his jaw to grin a little wider. Hiseyes are the same, a warm chocolate brown. “I would’ve thought you’d be blond.”

“Nah,” Ann says, “he dyes his hair. It doesn’t carry overwith the transformation.”

Akira has a lot of questions. Like, a whole lot of them. “Is this why you ran off the other night?” heasks, a little tentative. Ryuji whines and pushes himself up onto his haunchesto drape his forepaws over Akira’s shoulders. He then proceeds to swipe histongue very messily over Akira’s face, over and over and over again until he’showling in laughter and his glasses have been knocked off somewhere.

They’ve got a lot totalk about, that’s for damn sure, but in the meantime it’s nice to have Ryuji’shead warm and heavy on his lap, and it’s nice to run his fingers through Ryuji’sthick fur and scratch behind his ears hard enough to hear his tail thumping onthe ground behind them. Ryuji’s just as cute a wolf as he is a human; so whatif he goes all furry a few times a year? It’s something Akira thinks he canbring himself to deal with.

(things i wanted to fit in but couldn’t figure out how:

ryuji’s extended family has a massive property outside of tokyo bc werewolfism runs in the family, it’s basically a pack house for the times when they have to be transformed

in this the full moon is a very strong call; they can resist it for one moon, but no more than that, and if they forcibly stay human for too long they’ll be stuck as a wolf for like a week or so when they can’t resist anymore (like stretching a rubber band too far or smth whatever this is just a small prompt why am i trying to plot)

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pocketsizedsam-blog1 · 6 years

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The Unexpected Perks of Being a Nanny~ Chapter Thirty-One

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Pregnancy, Swearing.

Beta: @mack-winchester @invisibledevour

Within the next few weeks, you and Jared started to do more things as a family. Jared was on hiatus, which gave you two the time to really act like a couple and do couple-y things, along with giving you two the time to actually be close with each individual kid. Tom, Shep and Odette really liked having their daddy home all the time. Even though you wanted to devote most of your time to the kids, you needed a break. Jared suggested you two watch a movie. Jensen and Danneel were still in Vancouver. They headed to Austin after your baby shower, but came back two weeks later. The kids also went to Austin with Gen for the week, which have you and Jared a break.

“Infinity War just came out. Why don’t we go see that?” Jared suggested.

“Yeah! I really want to see that movie!” You grinned.

You were now thirty-three weeks pregnant, which excited you because you would get to meet your new baby in about seven weeks, but it also scared you for the same reason. Jensen and Dee offered to take the kids to the park for a bit so you and Jared could catch the movie. You tried to convince the two to come watch the movie, insisting the next door neighbour would be more than happy to watch all the kids.

“Don’t be silly, Y/N. We want to watch over them. It’ll be nice to spend some time with them!” Danneel exclaimed.

After the movie was over, you and Jared returned home. You still couldn’t get over what happened!

“You should’ve seen it! Y/N break down in tears when Peter di-” Jared started.

“-Whoa! Whoa. Hey.” Jensen intervened. “Dude. No spoilers.”

“Oh, sorry.” Jared chuckled.

“I was heartbroken! I cried a lot, Okay? It’s like totally different than you expect it to be. I would definitely recommend you guys go see it.” You smiled, rubbing your belly.

“We’re planning on it.” Danneel smiled. “It’ll be our next date night.”

You spent the rest of the afternoon with Danneel and Jensen while the kids played in the backyard. Tom was almost finish Kindergarten for the year, which was super exciting!

“So… How’s the Preeclampsia going?” Danneel asked, trying to start up conversation.

“It’s going… okay. I’m not as sick as I used to be.” You smiled.

“How are you with the whole Myles thing?”

“I’m doing good. I’m coping with it, Jared too. We’re learning how to feel more like a couple again and not an adult comforting a teenager or young adult.” You nodded.

“Well, I’m happy for you two.” Danneel smiled. “I haven’t been up to the nursery yet since you guys finished it. Take me up there?”

“Yeah, yeah! Of course.”

You waddled up to the nursery with Danneel on your heels.

“And this is the nursery!” You showed her the cute room, with a brand new crib, changing table, dresser, rocking chair and shelving.

“Wow! This is beautiful, Y/N!” Danneel gasped.

You grinned, “watch this.”

You took a seat in the rocking chair and started to push yourself back and forth.

“It works a lot better when Jared’s here, but just give it a moment.” You rubbed your belly. “Bonjour mon petit bébé. C’est maman!”

Danneel sat down in front of you, watching your bump intently.

“Je suis avec ta tante, elle s'appelle Danneel. Est-ce que tu peux bouger pour tante Dee?”

“Hi baby Padalecki! It’s auntie Dee!” Danneel cooed, rubbing your bump. “I know some french, but what did you just say?”

“I said that I’m with your aunt and her name is Danneel. I also said can you move for Aunt Dee? Tu aimes le français et tu aimes bouger pour ton papa.” You exclaimed.

“He or she loves french and he or she loves to move for it’s dad!” Danneel grinned.

“You’re a fast learner.” You giggled.

Danneel gasped, “Look, Y/N! It’s a foot!”

You looked down to see a foot sticking out of your right side.

You gasped as well, “I’ve never really seen that before.”

“You haven’t seen the baby’s foot stick out like that? It was really weird with the twins because one of their feet would be sticking out on the right side and the other’s foot would be sticking out on the opposite side.” Danneel chuckled.

You touched the baby’s foot and grinned as it retracted into your belly.

“Let’s head back downstairs, Frenchie.” Danneel smiled, pulling you up out of the rocking chair.

You waddled back down the stairs and headed into the backyard. It was now mid June- and it was very hot in Vancouver. The boys were sitting on the deck watching the three older kids playing on the playset, which included swings, a slide and a swinging bench, and they watched the three younger kids play in the sandbox. You took a seat on the edge of Jared’s lap, but he proceeded to wrap his arms around you and pull you closer.

“Did you like he nursery, Dee?” Jared smiled.

“Yeah! It was very nice! Y/N and I seen the baby’s foot stick out!” Danneel exclaimed.

You, Jared and The Ackles talked on the deck for hours before Jensen and Danneel left. That night, it was just you, Jared and the kids. You loved that you were able to get some quality time in with Jared. Between him always working and you chasing three energy filled kids around all day, you two had no time for your relationship. The next few weeks were liberating! Other than conventions, you and Jared spent a lot of time together! Your due date, which is in August, was rapidly approaching. Which also meant that Jared’s birthday was next week and you still had no idea what to get him. You would be thirty-seven weeks pregnant, which was nerve wracking for you because you wouldn’t be able to do much with regards to throwing parties. Jared was down in the States for a convention and you planned on FaceTiming with him so that the fans could ask you some questions. You got comfy on the couch, meaning you grabbed your pillows and lied down, Arlo curled up around your baby bump. As a Golden Retriever, Arlo wasn’t small by any means! However, his size didn’t seem to bother him.

“He must think he’s a Shitzu.” You murmured aloud.

You propped your phone up against your baby bump and scratched Arlo’s head as you waited for the FaceTime call to connect.

“Hey Y/N!” Jared cheered.

“Hey dada.” You giggled.

It was a habit that you just couldn’t break! Between constantly calling Jared ‘dad’ for the sake of the kids and for the baby, it’s become a little joke between you two.

“How’s the convention going?” You asked curiously.

“It’s going really good! I’m going to turn you around so you can see all the fans.”

Jared turned his phone towards the crowd so you could see all the fans. They all cheered when you started to wave.

Once they settled down, you said, “hey guys, how are you?”

The crowd cheered again. You were really nervous about this. Just as nervous as you were at your first convention. But you remembered how you eased into it and how you felt comfortable with the crowd after a while. You knew you would do the same today. Your preeclampsia subsided for the day, but your Braxton Hicks contractions didn’t.

“I think we’ll take some questions now, right Y/N?” Jared’s voice sounded through your phone speakers.

“Right.” You agreed.

Jared picked a fan, who promptly asked you a question through a microphone.

“Do you know if you’re having a girl or a boy?”

“No, we decided to keep it a secret.” You smiled. “Only a month more and we’ll know!”

Jared picked another fan.

“Doesn’t preeclampsia most commonly happen in pregnancies with multiples? Are you having twins?”

“No, I’m not having twins. It does happen in pregnancies with multiples but it can also happen in first time mothers.” You explained.

Come to think of it, you weren’t really a first time mother. The fans didn’t need to know that you lost a baby when you were eighteen. You answered a few more questions before ending the call.

“C’mon, sook.” You scratched behind Arlo’s ears as you sat up. “Y/N’s gotta go to the grocery store.”

You hooked Arlo onto his leash out in the backyard. You put a bowl of cold water out in a shaded area for him.

“I’ll be back soon, then we can go on a walk.” You cooed to the dog, then pressed a kiss on his head.

Immediately, you grabbed the car keys and hopped up in the truck. You drove all the way to the grocery store without a hitch. After grabbing a cart, you headed into the store.

“Maman doit acheter des légumes pour le souper.” You spoke to your baby bump.

You received a kick from the baby and let a smile creep across your face. After picking up various vegetables for dinner, you headed into the snack aisle.

“Tu ne peux pas dire à ton père que j’ai acheté des biscuits.” You giggled. “Il va tuer moi.”

Jared wanted you to be as healthy as you could during your pregnancy, which meant you couldn’t buy cookies. But what Jared doesn’t know, isn’t going to hurt him and it most certainly won’t hurt you. While deciding on which pack of cookies to pick, a young woman approached you. She had shoulder length, straight, dark brown hair. She was about your height, maybe an inch or two shorter. She was wearing a bright red lipstick and sporting an amazing Smokey-eye look. The woman was wearing a pair of short, Jean shorts and a baggy tank which read ‘Metallica’ across her chest.

“I couldn’t help but come over here and see your bump! Do you mind if I feel?” The woman exclaimed, tucking a piece of her hair back behind her ear.

“No, I don’t mind.” You smiled, turning away from the cart so the woman could place her hand on your belly.

One thing you will not miss about being pregnant is random people coming up to you and asking to feel your bump. All you wanted to do was get some groceries! You weren’t trying to put yourself on display.

“The baby really likes the french language.” You remarked. “I’m trying to teach my boyfriend’s kids how to speak it, but they aren’t as interested.”

“Oh that’s pretty cool!” The woman smiled up at you. “My momma can speak french, but I never bothered.”

“It’s pretty handy. Est-ce que tu peux bouger pour la fille?”

“I felt it.” She smiled. “Hi in there baby!”

You decided on plain Mr. Christie’s chocolate chip while the woman was feeling the baby move and tossed them down in the cart.

“You must be due any day now.” You concluded.

“Four weeks from today, actually!” You grinned.

“Wow! Congratulations.” The lady grinned. “I’ll let you get back at your grocery shopping. Thanks for letting me feel!”

Once the woman in the band tee left, you picked up a couple of extra things, paid for them, then left. A cashier insisted that he get someone to help you load your groceries into you vehicle, but you said you would be fine. You were pregnant… not dying, right? You got yourself here and you would manage to get yourself home. You pushed the cart of groceries out to Jared’s F-250 and loaded them up in the back seat. After returning the cart to a cart corral, you began the drive back home. You were still on the main road when you found that the truck became harder to steer.

“What the fuck.” You hissed, as the steering wheel started vibrating. “Great. Just great.”

You pulled over on the side of the two-laned highway and waited until you got a break in traffic so you could open your door. When you hopped out, the back tire on the driver’s side was flat. You were as big as a whale, having Braxton Hicks contractions and suffering from Preeclampsia- there was no way you were lying down on the ground to drop the spare tire from under the truck, then try and change it all by yourself. You leaned up against the side of the tan colored Ford F-250 and combed through Yellow Pages, looking for a nearby garage number. You clicked the call button on the number and tapped your foot while you waited for someone to pick up.

“Hello, Bartlett’s Garage, I’m Linda how may I help you?” Linda’s soft and friendly voice came through the phone.

“Hi, I’m Y/N, I’m on the side of the main drag with a flat tire.” You side, rubbing your forehead.

“Oh, you can’t get the tire off, can you?”

You just loved when people assumed that because you’re a woman, you couldn’t get a flat tire off your truck- Not!

“No.” You stated calmly. “I am thirty-six weeks pregnant, my boyfriend and our friends are out of town. I haven’t attempted to get the tire off.”

“Okay, Where exactly are you? I’ll send someone right away to come out and help you.” Linda exclaimed.

You gave the receptionist your exact location then got back into the truck, waiting for someone to show up. After ten minutes, a truck with a company logo pulled up behind you. Several drivers pulled over and offered you help, but you insisted that someone was on the way to help you. You messaged Jared, but to no surprise, you didn’t get a response. Jared was always busy when It came to conventions.

You posted a photo for Jared’s fans to see captioning it with “Being 36 weeks pregnant and stranded on the side of the highway isn’t ideal… #ineedtopee.”

“Hi there.” You smiled, hopping down out of the truck.

“Hi, Linda told me you needed some assistance ASAP?” The tall, older man, wearing the name tag ‘John’, approached you.

“Yeah, yeah. I would’ve tried it myself only I’ve been having Braxton Hicks all day and I was diagnosed with Preeclampsia when I was twenty-five weeks pregnant.” You sighed.

“Well It was much better to call someone, wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself or the baby over a tire.” John shot you a smile.

You watched as the mechanic loosened up the bolts on the tire and took it off. Then he placed the spare tire on the truck. It took about twenty minutes.

“Do you mind following me down to the garage? There’s a fee to pay for these kinds of things.”

“I don’t mind. Just let me run home first. I left my dog, Arlo, outside and I promised him that I wouldn’t be long. I don’t want him to run out of water or shade, or anything.” You explained.

You ran back to the house, rushing to put the groceries away then headed into the backyard where Arlo was sprawled out in the shade. You jingled his leash. He shot up immediately, his head cocked over to you.

“Let’s go for a drive, huh? Then Y/N will give you some fresh, clean, cold water and a walk.” You grinned, clipping Arlo ono his leash.

Arlo let out a content bark and walked to the truck by your side. You opened the door and he jumped up.

“Atta boy.” You grinned.

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hycrans · 6 years

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( the cuteST )

a bitch is Tired rn after pulling my usual shit, aka staying up until 5am for no reason only to wake up three hours later to watch bts run, so excuse the seeming lack of enthusiasm lkfdsjglk. hey i’m jules, i’m 20, canadian, and my current means of life rn are chocolate, the x files ( iM LATE IK SFGDJLK ) and 3am you in me listening parties with myself rip !! it’s been almost a month since its release, i need to Relax dammit. i’m a uni student who just got off for christmas break and in love with sowoo so you don’t wanna know the agony that came with picking one over the other without a bit of help. you can hmu on d*scord at HAPPY S*OKJIN DAY#2030 ( don’t.. call me out for not having an updated name since his birthday’s passed, i’m not v bright pls ) if you’d like and this is so boRING, it’s like the life is sucked out of me omg. anyways hyeran, a whole.. other positive muse bc jesus, how many of these do i have rn ?? this is so out of hand man, but nonetheless here’s a bit abt the brat:

- ̗̀ JEON SOMIN, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER ̖́- – have you seen YUN HYERAN? people’ve said the TWENTY TWO year old has been running around the streets of jeju lately, which is odd because aren’t they a BARISTA/MUSIC PRODUCER during the day? anyways, i know they’re known to be EBULLIENT and TRANQUIL but recently i’ve heard they’ve been MAGNANIMOUS and DIFFIDENT, but i could be wrong. ( jules / 20 / gmt-3:30 / she/her )

EDIT: i somehow forgot to mention that she’s.. not sure where she is on the lgbt spectrum but she knows she’s Not Straight JFGDSLKJGK but she’s panromantic so yeah sgjkdl. i’m a whole mess today, i’m sorry lol

yun hyeran, a daegu native with an older and younger brother, an ambivert and an all around baby

tbh i don’t have much of her bg figured out, that’s always the last thing i get to so rip

buT she became involved in music through her father, who studied it in uni and ended up becoming a music instructor with a focus on piano, flute and vocals

her and her mom.. also her older brother, didn’t have the best relationship when she grew older, which seemed to die altogether when her parents divorced and her mom left. but her and her brother’s still exists, it’s just that he’s a bit of a toxic influence on her and she tends to distance herself from him

went to uni in seoul to pursue music like her father ( a daddy’s girl too like ) and found her way into the world of production !! by junior year, she’d transferred out of her original program and majored in that instead and has loved it ever since; she recently graduated

moved to jeju island bc an aunt lived there when she was young and she LOVED to visit, made a few friends there and would always whine abt the next time they could all go see her aunt again. so it made sense for her to live, at least for a little while, in one of her favourite places

she also adores said aunt, her dad’s sister and the maternal figure she Deserves, so she came partially to see her more often

for the time being, she works full-time as a barista at the café just a block from her cute little studio apartment while looking into internships at record labels for her to take on a little further down the line ( no rush bc it’s already quite competitive and she’d rather enjoy what she has going now )

she’s also making something of an income as the creator of an acct on youtube and soundcloud for her music, something she’s had for abt two years now

she’s not even close to making it big yet, and she doesn’t mind if she never works for a moderately to highly popular label — though she should if she wants to get by

among the aesthetic, lo-fi music crowd ( one of those yt accts with a livestream for certain playlists that go on for hours, rip ) where for the most part, it’s personal faves mixed with her own works, and has a substantial following as of now. but has an interest in experimenting, with mashups ( as a lover of them ?? i couldn’t help myself sgflkdsjg ) for example, with a small fear of how that change would be received

this is so short iK, it’s a little infuriating if you ask me ljkgdfjls

in terms of her personality and other things:

she’s a very loyal person, v e r y. while like i said, her relationship with her brother is Not Great, she hasn’t completely given up on him. maybe for the time being, but her being someone who’s open to the idea of people changing for the better somewhere down the line, leaves a bit of room for her to possibly change her mind if he does enough to allow her to consider it

so she can be a bit of a doormat in some cases, it all depends on how she sees the person that determines if that’s the case, but she generally won’t let you off if you’re being dumb/an ass to someone or if she gets advantageous vibes from you for example ( given she can.. be a little naive and is a p gentle soul ) so.. idk fgklsj good luck to the 99% ig ??

she does have a slight dependency on others despite her thinking all signs point to the opposite, and even though her and her mom never rly had a good relationship she still reels from the neglect/abandonment some days so handle her with Care if she deems you a close pal,

spontaneous tbh, moving to jeju was a little last minute on her part, for one

she’s a little reclusive when focused on something, if she tells you she’s working on a track, it’s essentially a head’s up that you might not see her for a couple of days depending on how soon she gets it done — lowkey that bitch™ who makes up an illness to her boss, so she wouldn’t even show up for work if it’s more than just her fucking around

bc admittedly, a lot of what she posts is fucking around and liking it, her more thought-out and effort packed projects are hidden away on her laptop

a bit insecure with her work and just her general disposition ?? those first few points above mess with her a lot and leave her disheartened so.. my poor child

v strong overall, takes people’s shit and if it gets to her, she gets over it p fast. doesn’t dwell on much and will be courteous to you even if she’s declared you too toxic to stick around 24/7

isn’t exactly one to get angry ?? she’s basically just disappointed or annoyed at best 99% of the time, it takes a lot to get her beyond that

positive, ugh. maybe not sickeningly sweet, but still. kinda explained parts of it above and i’m 95% gone mentally rn, gotta spare that for other little details gsjklf

a cute bean who wants the best for everyone and is also clumsy as absolute fuCK

uhhh

plays piano and bass guitar ( you don’t know how tempted i was to say clarinet bc of jiwoo gjflkgds )

prob had some kind of little amateur rock band with a few music majors and took up bass for the hell of it lmao

loves animals, leans towards cats or big dogs. corgis and those little spaniels get a pass tho

speaking of, she has a cute little calico kitten ( i’m shit with pet names so that’s tba rgkjls ) who she Loves, her baby !!

sweater, ball cap and basic t shirt junkie

those glasses somin’s been wearing a lot of lately ?? hyeran wears them too but.. actually needs them, not even close to a fashion statement

doesn’t don much makeup unless someone’s dragging her to a party or something

thaT’S when she looks a little more like a classy early twenties bitch.. which lbr, is hard enough when adulthood is a whole Train Wreck for the most part LGFJSDL

not a heavy drinker, but the textbook definition of a lightweight so.. she’s always praying for anyone who has to deal with her dgfjklsfg

lattes are her livelihood

a bit of a hopeless romantic, god help her

her favourite subject in school was literature/writing and reads quite a bit on her breaks at the café

favourite music genres.. it’s easier to say what she doesn’t like/finds boring, which is prob country and some aspects of edm/pop, not into punk/metal either

these are super basic but.. i’ve gotta get myself together for the day so this’ll do for now i hope ??

so if you’d like to plot, im me here or on d*scord ! i prefer the latter personally, but whichever’s easiest for you. i have a list of a few of the specific wcs i have in mind ( for the time being, catch my lazy ass avoid listing all the basic ones and revising a few i have on an old blog ) for hyeran up now, which you can find here, so just lmk if any of them appeal to you !!

#╳┊: — bitch you’re gonna die ! •「 ooc. 」#islandintro #so uh yeah #this is messy GKFLDSJDG i apologize #at this point i might just add those additional long plots in the form of an ooc bc formatting on a page?? a Pain #.. basically too lazy for my own good rip

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