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missskzbiased · 3 years

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Watermelon Sugar

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Oneshot, Drabble, Summer crush! au

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Fem! Reader

Word Count: ~2,9K

Notes: The last fanfic for the Valentine’s request [That you can find here]

If you never saw a schooner, please look for “escuna” in google images, so you can picture it! <3

Warnings: Make out?

Chan || Minho || Changbin || Hyunjin || Han || Felix || Seungmin || Jeongin

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Requested: No, that was the beginning of the request idea xD

General Tag List: @channiewoo @aliceu @bythesunnotbythemoon

[If you wish to be tagged to the other Valentine’s requests, please send me an ask <3]

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You gasped, marveled by the bay right in front of your eyes.

You were sure your eyes were shining like twinkling little stars or something, and as much as you really wanted to look like the cool and elegant tourist, you couldn’t help but let your mouth fall agape and look around. The sun cast its light above the sea, allowing pretty sparks on the teal waters to get your attention from time to time, distracting you from the beautiful forest that surrounded you. The view was breathtaking and the way that the forest-green mountains stood up there like a giant barrier ─ kind enough to let an entrance for adventurers such as you ─ made your heart swell inside your chest.

“Want me to take a picture for you, Sweetheart?” Not even the cool breeze that came straight from the sea was enough to cool down your face at the moment. You pursed your lips, coyly rubbing your arm as you glanced at his bright smile. He looked at you with lovely gentle eyes, waiting for a reaction as he extended his hand in your direction (not to hold yours but to ask for your phone), and the lack of response made him tilt his head in confusion “Y/N?” He called carefully.

“Oh! Yeah! Yeah, I mean- Why not?” You snapped away from your thoughts “It’s such a beautiful view” You added, more composed now, handing him your phone. You didn’t miss the small smile on his lips as he nodded in agreement with you, positioning the phone to take a picture as he muttered something under his breath, a blush spreading on his face “What did you just say?” You frowned, bothered by the pose you choose.

“I said you look perfect” He repeated mindlessly “No! I mean-“ He widened his eyes, snapping them at you as he realized what he had just said “You look good in the picture! Not that you don’t look good in real life… I mean-“ He floundered, making you burst into a fit of giggles “Here is your phone…” He sighed embarrassed, fingers brushing on yours as he handed it to you. That was the most romantic thing that happened to you on Valentine’s Day in your whole life. And he wasn’t even your boyfriend!

The truth was that you barely knew him at all.

The attractive stranger was called Hyunjin ─ a simple and pretty name, just like him ─ and apart from being a good photographer, as you could see by the pictures he took from you, he was also part of the crew. Of course, you knew that the kindness and cuteness that he had been showing you was nothing but strictly professional behavior to allure the tourists, and (obviously) you couldn’t help but swallow it hook, line, and sinker. In your defense, he probably worked like this for years and had mastered the perfect gentlemanliness that he was using against you!

When you decided to take your single Valentine’s trip and get rid of all those insane expectations people had on you for being single for too long ─ really, what was the deal with them?! Didn’t they have anything better to worry about?! ─, you didn’t imagine that you would come across someone like him. You wouldn’t even believe you would have the courage to get your feet on a boat like this! But you promised yourself that as a self-discovery trip, you had to be bold and jump right into any new opportunities.

You meant more like a one night stand or something like this.

But navigating through a deep ocean with a cute guy sounded good too!

The moment you spot him on your way to the beach ─ perfect smile, tanned skin, and wet hair sticking to his forehead and cheeks ─, you knew you were screwed. You tried to reason that you weren’t really a good swimmer and hoping in a boat like this wasn’t the best of the ideas even if he had offered you a really good price. Of course, he knew exactly what to say and promised you to be right by your side at all moments… What a flirty little bastard you found as a summer crush.

“I’ll even fight the waters for you!” He had joked as you signed the paper “I’ll be right there to catch you if you fall, though I can assure you it’s very safe! The only thing that you might fall for is me” You laughed along with him, but he was indeed right.

Was there a way to not fall for Hwang Hyunjin?

The very first thing he did was to stick to his promises as you stared at the wobbly boat warily ─ clearly rethinking all of your life choices ─, wondering how the hell you would get inside it if the bloody thing kept swinging like that. Were you supposed to simply jump inside it? What if you just fell to the sea?! That would be the silliest way to die on a trip… Utterly humiliating. How would your family and friends take the news?

DUMB GIRL DROPS DEAD WHILE TRYING TO GET ON A BOAT!

You could even see the disappointment on everyone’s face.

“Here, gimme your hand!” His voice had brought you back from your daydreaming.

The crew was holding the ropes firmly to bring the schooner as closely as possible to the deck, making sure it was safe to get into the boat. Of course, Hyunjin had to drop it and hop inside the schooner as if it was nothing, wiping away his sweat with his forearm and extending his hand to you with a bright smile that made you flustered. You accepted his offer, yelping at his firm grip and the way he could make almost everything seem steady as you connected your eyes to his, stepping inside the rocking ship successfully.

You averted your eyes from him ─ the shyness overcoming your willingness to keep looking at his orbs ─, and the magic suddenly ran off as the boat shook in a different rhythm (or maybe it was all the same and you were just being clumsy), prompting you to pathetically stumble over nothing. If it was a movie, that would be the moment you would crash onto his chest and be wrapped into strong arms as you looked into each other’s eyes and exchanged a flustered smile under his friends’ teasing… Of course, you weren’t in a movie, so you just had the humiliating experience of pretending it didn’t happen as you walked straight away from them.

Being the prince charming wasn’t enough for Hyunjin.

He was also a fierce environmental defender just like you.

Your heart would melt for him, just like those damn glaciers.

It happened almost one hour ago but you could still remember vividly how mad you felt as a random guy tossed an empty chip bag to the sea, completely ignoring the crew on how important the area was for the local fauna. The damn guy literally tossed a plastic bag to some animal choke to death for no reason. You would have said something or done something but before you could even react, Hyunjin jumped out of the boat, diving into the sea and swimming like a torpedo.

The thrash must stay in the thrash! He sneered, shoving the bag into the man’s hands with a scowl as soon as he got back. It was needless o say that it surprised you, yet you felt the admiration growing in your chest. As we were saying… This is not only our home but also of those animals and we’re responsible to keep everything clean and safe for them and for us… We thank you for your collaboration.

Could someone be more perfect?

“We have some fruits for you to eat” Hyunjin said, snapping you away from your thoughts “Do you like watermelon?” He asked, offering a triangular piece for you to take. You gave him a small smile, nodding as you took it from his hands.

“Oh! It’s really sweet!” You arched your brows in surprise “This is really good!” You hummed, eyes sparkling as you took another bite.

“I may have chosen the sweeter one for my favorite traveler” He chuckled, sitting by your side as he ate his own piece “We’re almost arriving at the last stop… I highly recommend you to get into the water this time” He advised, glancing at you “I can help you out if you need to” He offered.

“Unless you carry me in your back, there is no way I’ll survive inside the sea with no ground under my feet” You laughed “The other places I could go to the beach… What will I do in the middle of this bay?” You asked playfully.

“It will be fun! This is the best spot to go! You could go to any other beach” He reasoned “Also, I can wait for you down there to support you in the water! There is no problem” He smiled at you.

Why be so damn cute?

“If you let me die, my family will sue you!” He laughed wholeheartedly at that, nodding.

“Your family can rest peacefully today, you’ll be safe in my arms!” He chuckled, getting up “I have to help the guys out and prepare things for you guys to get in the water… As soon as I can go in, I’ll call you, okay?” You nodded, fighting back a smile as he walked away.

He did just as promised.

As soon as everything was settled down, Hyunjin took your hand in his, guiding you to the ladders. He jumped into the water ─ kinda showing off a little bit ─ waving at you from the water with a huge smile on his face. You took a deep breath, slowly going down the ladder. The closer you got to the deep water, the more you wondered what you were doing with your life.

“That’s okay, I’m right here to catch you” He reassured you, sensing your hesitation. You peeked at him over your shoulder, seeing how he had his arms extended to hold you as soon as you got into the water.

“We’ll die” You cried though you kept going down.

“We’ll be just fine” He chuckled “Trust me, okay?”

As soon as you got into the water, still attached to the ladder as if it could save your whole life, his arms wrapped you up. You yelped as he tugged you off of your safe place, bringing you some feet away from the boat.

“For everything sacred in this world, please let me go back” You hissed, back pressed against his chest and eyes focused on the schooner, wondering why you tried to get into the water in the first place.

“Hey, calm down” He soothed you, squeezing you in a hug and resting his chin on your shoulder “Breathe in” He instructed you, and you complied “Breathe out” He continued, and you did it again.

“Yeah… Yeah, I think that worked” You sighed, a little bit more relieved, “Maybe I could even be alo—“ You interrupted yourself to scream, turning around desperately to wrap his waist with your legs, squirming as you hold him for dear life “Something touched me!” You yelled, trying to check the water to see what had just bickered you.

He didn’t answer you at first.

You glanced at him, noticing the compromising position you put both of us in. He looked down to avoid your chest on his eye level, ears burning in embarrassment as he held you by your sides delicately, unsure of how he should act. You felt your face burning when you noticed how your hands tugged on his hair, body pressed impossibly closer to him.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry” You mumbled, loosening your hold.

“It must have been some fish” He muttered, still refusing to look at you.

“Yeah…” You nodded “You guys said that there are tons of fishes here, right?” You asked awkwardly, and he nodded to confirm it “Cool…” You cleared your throat.

He lifted his head, looking into your eyes as he adjusted his hold to your body, eyes wavering as he tried to focus his gaze on you. The moment was a little bit too intimate. You noticed how your legs were still around his waist, bodies pressed against each other, and breaths mingling, warming up your face. You let your eyes wander to his lips before returning your gaze to meet his.

The moment made your stomach flutter.

“Am I… Am I imagining things or…” He cleared his throat “I’m sorry but are you… Can I…” He floundered with his words, too flustered to say whatever he wanted to say.

“Kiss me?” You questioned, and he snapped his eyes to yours again.

“I mean… I shouldn’t have suggested it at all!” He said startled “I’m so sorry, this is so unprofessional! I didn’t mean to—“ You snorted, cupping his cheeks to make him stop talking.

“I want to” You reassured him, staring at his lips “Can I?” You asked unsurely, checking for any signs of hesitancy in his eyes.

“Please” He chuckled, sliding one hand to cup your face as the other one kept supporting your waist.

He didn’t need to tell you twice.

You slammed your lips against his, hands sliding to entangle his neck and play with his hair as you kissed each other. He hummed, hand going to the back of your head to keep you as close as possible to him. The kiss tasted like watermelon ─ sweet and kinda wet and sloppy ─, and you almost couldn’t remember you were in the middle of the sea, on Valentine’s day, kissing a complete stranger.

A charming and sweet stranger, to be fair.

He rested his forehead on yours as soon as the kiss came to an end, breathing heavily and closing his eyes to enjoy the moment for a while. You smirked; twirling his locks on your finger and making him shiver for a second. He opened his eyes, staring at you in complete bliss.

“Wow” He muttered.

“I agree” you chuckled, kissing his cheek before trailing the path to his jaw “Maybe we should repeat it sometime” You suggested, feeling how he tensed as you whispered against his skin.

“You mean like now?” He giggled “Because I’m more than up to it”

“I meant more like a date after the ride ends?” You said unsurely, shyly checking for his reaction.

“I’m more than up to it as well” He smiled, brushing his nose on yours “Not that we need to do only one of those things…” He said suggestively making you chuckle “I kinda want to take advantage of how sweet your lips taste right now… If you’re up to it” He cleared his throat.

“I’m more than up to it” You grinned, pecking his lips.

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hitsuackerman · 4 years

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Unpredictable (Overhaul x Reader) pt.5

a/n: things get pretty interesting here. i actually like how this chapter turned out ;)

warnings: this cannot be read solo, a bit of harassment

Links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 6

Masterlist to my other fics: here :)

Overhaul’s waiting list: @jjk-biased @infinite-universe-love @dirtypride @blackymomo03

It was finally the morning of the gala.

And things were not looking good for you.

The night before, Tsukauchi and you stayed at the precinct till 11 to finish closing up a case that had been solved by the forensics team. It would have been such a quick fix if it hadn’t been for the sudden power outage that lasted for 2 hours. The generators were doing well but without the internet to back up the system, it was practically useless.

When everything was finished, the chief had to pop in and hand another assignment. One that was due later in the day. Photocopying the documents, you worked on it till the early hours of dawn in your little home.

Oh, and you almost spilled coffee on one of the important handouts.

Now that the sun was shining, you rubbed the drowsiness from your eyes and pushed yourself to get out of bed. All too aware that you were now running late, you didn’t give a damn anymore. Screw them if you were late. Being given work at that time of night was never a good thing to do, yet the chief always made sure to bless you with more cases.

Taking your sweet time in preparing yourself for the day's activities, you put your phone on mute and proceeded to take a shower.

Now seated in your car, the engines revved as you read the notifications. 3 missed calls and 5 messages, 3 of which belonged to Tsukauchi who scolded you for being late for your shift. The other two were just updates regarding 2 other cases you were working on. As for the missed calls, it was the chief.

Tossing your phone to the passenger’s seat, you drove your way to the precinct.

By the time you arrived, you had to sneak your way in. Eyes scanning for the chief or your partner, the area seemed to be void of those 2 men. Making a quick run for it, you passed by the receptionist and ducked when you were near the meeting room. With your cubicle an arms length away, you suddenly felt restricted and void of any air passage.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Tsukauchi said as he pulled you closer to him. “You’re late by 2 hours and the boss is fuming.”

“It’s not my fault he let us burn the midnight oil on the case.” You swatted his hand away from your collar. “I finished mine already so he should be thankful.”

“He’s waiting for you.”

“Damn it.”

Stomping to his office, you prepared yourself for the worst. Knocking on the doors, they were opened by the man himself. His features showed pure rage and anger. When he gestured for you to enter, the doors closed and if your ears weren’t going deaf, you heard the locks click. “Look.” You started to explain as you went to the same sofa you sat in a few days ago. “You gave me a new case and the deadline only 24 hours. I managed to run through the case and even wrote down 3 possible villains who would do such a thing. I can contact my-”

“That’s not the point, (Y/N).” He cut you off. “You disobeyed the precincts rules.”

“By being late for 2 hours?” You countered. “For having been given something so last minute?”

“I do not tolerate tardiness in this precinct. I understand that it was not planned but the fact that you had the audacity to do such a thing is worrisome.”

Biting your tongue, you wanted to punch him in the face for not being considerate. Never in your life had you been late for work. All your cases were always finished on time and sometimes even earlier than schedule. Yeah, you were partly at fault but with the stress you had been carrying, you just couldn’t deal with this bullshit.

“Apologies for my actions.” You lowered your torso in hopes he would see it as heartfelt.

“Actions would have to speak louder than words here, (Y/N).” He denied you of forgiveness.

“You can give me 3 cases. But just basic ones as punishment. I’ll readjust my sche-”

“Dinner.” He inserted himself. “You and me.”

Your jaw dropped and your eyebrows furrowed. Did you hear him right? The way his eyes began to scan your body was getting unpleasant. When he licked his lips, you immediately broke eye contact.

“Excuse me?”

“Set aside a time in your schedule to have dinner with me.” He smirked. Resting his elbows on his knees, he lowered his voice. “Not business related of course. It would be nice to savor a bottle of wine with you.”

“Sir.” You shifted in your seat. Your back now sinking onto the couch’s back. “It would not look good to the other officers if we were to spend time casually outside the office.”

“Either that or I will have to hand over 10 of my cases to you.”

10? That was more than you could handle given your workload. Feeling your breakfast making its way to your mouth, you managed to brush the feeling away. No matter how hard you will yourself to look him in the eye, you just couldn’t do it.

Standing up and leaving would be a good option but the doors were locked. He was quick and your speed was nothing against his. Swallowing your saliva, you began to chew on your inner cheek and your fingers began to fidget.

“Better answer now, (Y/N).” He glanced at the wall clock. “10 cases are waiting in line.”

“When?” You barely managed to answer.

“This sunday.” He stood up and paced towards the door. “I shall send you a message as to where we shall eat.”

When the doors finally opened, you had never stood up so fast in your life. The office was disgusting and all you wanted to do was run to the ladies toilet and wash your face. Before you could step out, the chief managed to grab a hold of your wrist. A small yelp escaping your mouth.

“Tell anyone about this,” He whispered. Leaning in closer to your ear. The sight of you backing away was a rather good one. “Those 10 cases will fall into your desk.Oh, and wear something nice, my star officer.”

Letting go of your wrist, his hand found your back as he gently pushed you outside. The way he managed to slide his palm down a bit caused chills down your spine. When the door finally closed, you dashed for the nearest toilet and locked yourself in the stall.

Taking your jacket off, you hung it on the hook and sat on the toilet. Catching your breath and recomposing yourself to what had just unfolded. Trying to calm your trembling body, you reached for your jacket’s pocket and took your phone out.

Clicking on Gei’s contact, you held on to your phone as the call tried to connect. No use. You were redirected to voicemail. Ending the call, you scrolled to your dad’s contact. Your quivering thumb hesitant to call him. It had always been your motto to never involve your dad when it came to problems within the precinct. Knowing that this would lead to something bad, you chose not to call him.

Instead, you took a deep breath and dialed up another number instead. On the first ring, you immediately hung up. Hiding your face in your palms, you tried to relax by doing breathing exercises. It was short lived when your phone vibrated on your thigh,

‘Fuck.’ That’s all you could think of. Answering the call, you waited for him to speak.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Hearing his muffled voice somehow calmed you down. Leaning backwards, your thin shirt met the cold surface of the toilet seat cover.

“What’re you talking about?” You faked. “I didn’t call you.”

“Then why did my phone register your name under missed calls?”

“Oh.” The trembling of your body had now stopped and you felt relatively better. “My bad. Butt dial. Sorry about that”

“See it does not happen again, (L/N).” Overhaul replied. “Is there nothing else you have to say?”

“No. Sorry for disturbing you.” “I shall see you later.” He ended the call.

The time was now 12 noon. Opening your schedule, you let out a sigh of relief when you saw today was a field day. You could definitely use some fresh air. Not wanting to wear the jacket, you fixed yourself in the mirror and went to your cubicle.

Grasping for the papers you needed, you stuffed them into your bag and didn’t bother informing your partner that you were leaving. Walking to where you had parked your car, you threw your bag and hurriedly sat down. Locking your doors the moment you were fully inside.

Wanting to take your mind off of work, instead of doing interviews and gathering intel, you chose to drive your way back home to take a full bath. And to discard the jacket now situated in the trunk of your vehicle. With no traffic, it was a quick trip back to your building. Choosing to park in the underground area, you were all too happy when it was barely parked with cars.

Finally. You were in the comfort and safety of your own personal walls. Dialling Wcdonal’s on your phone, you ordered a WcMac to wash away everything that had happened today. Now sitting on the tub, you scrubbed whatever skin was exposed in his office. There wouldn’t be enough money in the world to pay you to enter his office alone.

Moments passed and you were now stuffing your mouth with the sinful burger. Its secret sauce tickling your tastebuds. It was now 3 pm and Gei would be arriving in an hour. Taking in the last piece, you threw the wrapper and took out the box that contained your dress.

Laying it flat on the bed, you admired the beading once again. It was all black but upon closer inspection, your eyes would travel and admire the handcrafted work done. Beside it was the box that contained the cuff-links. How you were going to give it to him was a mystery you had yet to solve.

Picking out the shoes you would wear, you came to terms with one of your favorites. A simple but strappy Zalentino heel. Gei would be proud of your get up. When the knock on your door finally echoed, you hid the box in your purse and proceeded to open the door.

Hours had passed and you were now good to go. Light makeup on your face, just enough to make you look refreshed and alive. Gei managed to convince you into wearing a stain proof-budge proof red lipstick. It made sense but you weren’t sure if you could pull of such an intense color. When his work was finished, he clapped his hands and jogged towards the living room.

“Lemme take a picture of you, (N/N)!” He said as he took his phone out. “Best work I've done on you! Let’s take a selfie!”

It was now 6 and your heart was racing. What would he be wearing? Would his jacket be present? Or would he suit up?

“Baby girl,” Gei teasingly nudged your elbow. “Better contain your thoughts cause your cheeks are pink. And I’m pretty sure that ain’t blush.”

Before you could reply, the dreaded knock introduced itself.

“Holy shit. Oh my gods.” You began to pace back and forth. “Do I look okay? Is the dress fine? Ahhhh…”

“Relax boo.” He reassured you as he walked towards the door. When he opened it, he was unsure of the person before him. Wearing a white raincoat and a mask covering the entirety of its face, he pouted a bit before letting him enter.

When you saw it was Chrono, it only made things worse. He was waiting inside the car and his appearance was still a mystery. Were you overdressed for the occasion? It was a gala, it was normal to doll up.

“Overhaul is waiting downstairs.” He informed you. His eyes scanning the room but his head remained facing you. “Ready?”

“Yeah.”

“Tell me, masked man~” Gei said as he bumped his waist at the wrapped man. “How does my baby girl look?”

Chrono did not like this. Not one bit. The stare Gei gave him bore holes into his mask. With a twitching eye, he let out a sigh and stepped backwards. It was bad enough his boss threatened him to be the one to get you from your unit and not him. Informing you that he would wait outside, you couldn’t help but giggle at his actions.

Gei took his things as you wore a trench coat to provide warmth. Grabbing the jacket you wore, you had come up with the perfect way to dispose of it. It wasn’t long when all three of you were now in the lobby. Chrono taking the lead.

Opening the doors for both of you, Gei’s mouth dropped when he saw Chrono opening the door to a sleek black Vercedes Mayback. His head turned to you and once again he did the wig snatched gesture. Looking back at the door, he watched as Overhaul stepped out of the car.

He was wearing an all black tux. His usual pale gray tie was replaced with a matte black one. A silver tie clip reflecting the lights above you. His hair was slicked back a tiny bit. The golden colors his eyes had were definitely the only accessory he needed for the night. Even with the mask on, he looked like a god.

“Oh sweet Beyonce that man is fine~…” Gei uttered under his breath. Just enough for you to hear and agree.

“If you’ll excuse us, we must be going.” Overhaul said as his gloved palm beckoned you to enter the car.

“Say no more, daddy!” Gei said as he wiggled his fingers at you. Trotting away to his next destination.

“Sorry about that…” You muttered as you went inside the spacious car. He followed suit and sat beside you. The wide armrest distancing the both of you. When he closed the door, the SUV began to move and off you went to the hotel.

The box sitting in your purse felt heavy. Ending the agony, you pulled it from your purse and took a deep breath.

“I, uhh, got you something.” You placed on the armrest. Observing his golden eyes, he gingerly took the box and flipped the lid open. The way his eyebrows jumped made you think he appreciated it. At least a bit.

“I appreciate this.” He took one and began to adjust his sleeves to wear them. Once they were both in place, he paused to admire them. You had good taste, he had to admit. “Your infested mind may have aligned with mine.”

“Not the best thank you, but I don’t get what you're saying…” That was the truth. You weren’t picking up the meaning behind his message. You followed the movement of his hand as he lifted the arm rest, the inside was wide enough to fit a shopping bag. Handing it to you, you were rather speechless at the event. “What’s this?”

“A gift. Something for the night.”

Taking the bag, you pulled out the box only to have your eyes widen at the embossed brand on the lid. Your gaze went from the box to him and back to the box.

“Holy smokes…” Lifting the lid, you were met with a gorgeous pair of Kristian Fouboutins. If your memory was right this particular pair would have to cost Y76,000. “These cost a fortune, Overhaul.”

“Nothing I can’t handle. Are they to your liking?” His sight focused on the city lights passing by.

“I mean, yeah. I love them but-”

“Think of it as a token of appreciation. It is all on you if you choose to wear them or not.”

Not wasting a second, you quickly unstrapped your heels and wore the Fouboutins. It was the perfect fit and it was surprisingly comfortable, complete opposite to the reviews you read.

Overhaul stared at you through his peripheral vision. The way your lips formed into a smile was rather pleasing. His eyes widened when you fully faced him and gifted his sight with a genuine smile.

The first one he’s ever received from you.

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cadexfox · 4 years

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✗ Oh hello, death, have you seen [ CADE FOX ] who looks a lot like [ DOMINIC SHERWOOD ]? He is a [ 27 ] year old [ MALE ] who is also a [ HUMAN/HUNTER ]. He is described as [ + PLAYFUL, + RESOURCEFUL, + STRONG ] but also [ - IMPULSIVE, - RECKLESS, - IRRITABLE ].

TW: Death, TW: Murder, TW: Torture, TW: Injury, TW: Kidnap, TW: Burns, TW: Grief... i think that covers them, there’s basically just a wash of tragedy under the read more, you have been warned.

soooo, family history? hunters. dad died when he was 8, mom at 11 and sister at 17

1 living sister ( youngest, rhiannon fox, TAKEN )

1 living brother ( oldest, niko fox, TAKEN )

1 dead sister ( second oldest, maeve, NPC )

niko is pretty much his best friend too, they’ve gotten through some shit together

so, are you ready for the tragic event of cades life?? yikes

picture it, a hunter in love. he met a girl in highschool, he was only 15 but it was literally IT for him. when he pictured his life, she was in it.

for imagery, this was her ( click here ) and her name was georgina

plus, to find a girl you could trust enough to share secrets with was rare. and since he actually saved her life by beheading a vampire in the school gym, he didn’t really have a choice but to tell her

he told her about him and his family, about the things they hunted. it seemed like a fair warning to give her once he knew they were getting serious.

she didn’t run. yay. happy cade.

over the next 8 years they grew up together and in love. she didn’t have any family of her own ( system baby ) so she pretty much became a part of his, wherever they travelled, she came too.

they came as a package deal, honestly

cade trained her to hunt, to defend herself so she always knew how to stay safe. granted this wasn’t really the life he wanted for them but it was the life they had, they both understood. you couldn’t turn your back on hunting knowing how many more innocents would die if you did, ama right?

ANYWAY, let’s skip to them being 24, so they’re still pretty fresh-faced, ya feel. the pair left to scope out a potential hunt in Georgia

three mutilated bodies and one of them was actually an old friend which is why they got the call from his brother ( who had an idea that cade and his family dealt with weird shit like this )

so there they were, sat on the sofa in the dead friends mothers home, asking questions, trying to get a feel for what kind of creature they were dealing with, but something was OFF

where was the brother? why hadn’t he answered his phonecalls when they rang to say they were arriving?

his instincts were twitching and there was alarm bells going off in his head. this woman, the other? she smelt funny. what was that? sulfur?

when the dots finally connected, he was visibly tense. they weren’t armed, they weren’t expecting a fight. they’d only came to gather information

he kept his cool, trying not to alert the possessed mother he was onto her but of course, it was too late for that when three other demons appeared from nowhere

everything went black, he awoke chained down in the basement opposite his girlfriend, holy shitballs

as it turned out, the ring leader demon had plotted this entire thing to get them here, she wanted information

info he didn’t have, might i add

for whatever reason, she believed it was him and his family who exorcised her demon lover ( ffs, right )

queue the torture, queue the grief every time she burned his girlfriend with a hot iron for not answering her questions

how could he? he didn’t have the answers but she didn’t believe him

with every shriek from his girl, his heart broke just a little bit more

by the time the day was up, there was barely an inch of her skin that hadn't been fried ( and the smell was so bad he felt sick )

this was it, wasn’t it? he’d broken his wrist trying to slip the chains, only to be caught

so, 28 hours later? the demon relented. she believed him. but did she let them go? nah. she steered the hot iron poker SLOWLY through his girlfriend's throat until that last bit of life left her eyes

her screams, her pleas and cries for him to help her pretty much haunt him on the daily

the love of his life was dead and he was trapped there with her mutilated body, being burned himself just for the amusement of the demons

this went on for a day and a half until niko came to his rescue

though the severity of his injuries had put him in a state that was barely conscious, he was in no right mind to help, but luckily his brother was smart and he did manage to send their asses back to hell

the first thing he did when niko freed his chains was drop to his knees in front of his girlfriend's body and he BROKE

such blood-curling yells of grief and pain that somehow felt so much worse than every one of his third-degree burns

he was a shattered man, who quite honestly didn’t want to get back up off that floor, if it wasn’t for niko and rhiannon, he’d have laid down to die right there

the weeks after were a blur. he didn’t speak, not a word during his recovery. he walked out of the hospital once he was able to move ( against all the doctors wishes ) they wanted to do skin grafts but honestly? he didn’t care it wouldn’t really make a difference to him now

the months after saw a drastic change to his personality. he’d already lost both parents and a sister which took its own toll, but he had HER, she was his sounding board, the one who kept him upright ( for the most part ) without her? not even his siblings' influence did much to keep him from letting his grief eat him up

his eyes held a sadness he couldn’t hide, his behaviour was erratic. gone with the playful prankster, he changed into a reckless prick for a while, to be honest

no regard for his safety, he’d skip out, hunt alone, drink too much, start fight that didn’t need to be started

this went on for a whole year until something ELSE happened. his extreme behaviour almost got a hunter friend killed. it was a wakeup call

he began to make a conscious effort to pull his shit back together and get his life back on track, which wasn’t and still isn’t easy

he still has dark days and a lot of them to be honest, but at least he’s back to being level headed ( most of the time )

over the next two years, he slowly started coming back to himself, regain that playful side, the charm, the general kindness

basically, he just got better at hiding his inner turmoil, or drowning it in alcohol and random one night hook ups

the physical injuries healed, littering scars across his front and back which NOW, as of 3 months ago, have been covered by tattoos. symbols, markings, all strategically placed to cover the worst of the burns

with strange supernatural happenings on the rise and whispers in the hunter community of an apocalypse, the call was made to a couple old friends, the winchesters

so, cade and niko are clued in and ready to stand and fight, save the world and all that crap, ayy

i think i covered everything i wanted to?? let’s GO

#armhq:intro #about #triggers at the top #my tragedy

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Indestructible (Klaus x Reader x Vanya)

Ep 3. Extra Ordinary

Warning: Mention of drugs (cocaine/weed are abused in this series), Swearing, Pretty gay, Female POV but can be easily changed if needed, SPOILERS, it follows the same story line as the show so there’s a ton, gore

Word Count: 1.6k+

You and Vanya had broken up a year before when you saw her book in the stores. The jolt in your heart was extreme and left you shocked in the middle of the sidewalk for a second. Obviously you rushed in and bought it and started reading immediately on your walk to the record store.

Disappointingly, there was absolutely nothing about you.

After seeing the video of Reginald's death, you were unfazed. It was totally obvious that he’d killed himself. And you thought that that was the general consensus so you, admittedly, spaced out. Switching between Vanya, who was listening intently, and Klaus, half paying attention. How you managed to have feelings for a quarter of the academy was… If anything inconvenient. Your attention was drawn back, however, when Grace was brought up.

“Well if her hardware's degrading then- we need to turn her off.” Luther stated, making your jaw drop from your position next to a pillar by Hargreeves’ bar.

“Whoa whoa whoa, wait she’s not just a vacuum cleaner you can throw in a closet she feels things, I've seen it!”

“She just stood there, Diego, and watched our father die!”

“I’m with Luther,” Allison butted in. Making you roll your eyes as Klaus passed you to lean against the pillar next to you. You both exchanged a look of exasperation.

“Surprise surprise.” Diego mocked.

“Shut up,” Allison sneered. All eyes were on Vanya as she stumbled over her words for a second.

“Yeah she shouldn’t get a vote.”

“Alright well,” You were about to defend her when she finally spoke up.

“I was gonna say that I agree with you.”

“Okay, she gets a vote.” Diego smirks, “What about you stoner boy, whatta you got?”

“Oh, so what? You need my help now-well get outta the van Klaus, well welcome back to the van,” He answered, mocking Luther, making you snicker, which naturally filled him with a sense of accomplishment and made his heart flutter.

“What van?” Allison asked.

“What’s it gonna be, Klaus.” Luther changed the subject.

“I’m with Diego because screw you! And if Ben were here, he’d agree with me.” He hissed at the space next to you, making you giggle, assuming Ben’s presence. Diego pointed at you, happy with his majority of votes.

“No, no. She actually doesn’t get a vote.” Luther growled, making you gasp, Diego brushed him off encouraging your vote.

“So she’s losing her mind, I lost mine ages ago.” You say shrugging, making Diego pump a fist in the air.

“So whats that four to two.” Diego smirked holding the ratio on his fingers.

“It’s not final yet.” Allison pushed.

“What?”

“Five’s not here.” Klaus sighed, patting your shoulder before exiting. You followed but parted ways to see your old room.

Sadly it wasn’t much better than your current home. Small and cramped. But posters lined every inch of the previously bare and boring walls. And the small bits that couldn't be covered had been painted with the nail polish that had been such a connecting force for you and the siblings. Whether it was bonding with Allison, joking around with Klaus and Ben, or getting to know Vanya.

You two had such a strong connection. She was warm and sweet and vulnerable and beautiful. You wished she knew that. You had your first kiss in that room. With her, when you two were sixteen. She left months later, leaving you to chase after her.

You brushed your suddenly teary eyes, holding a light blue bottle in your hands, remembering her favorite color. You closed the door behind you and placed the bottle back in the basket under your bed. You turned and take a look at yourself in the mirror that was lazily leaning against the dresser and the wall. It had fallen once during an... incident. And you never bothered to put it back up. You looked different, so different from your once open and bubbly self.

You brushed some hair behind your ear and went through some of your old books, it had been years since you’d been there and weirdly it wasn’t full of awful memories like everywhere else in the house.

Gun shots from upstairs take your mind off the books immediately. You ran, automatically searching for Vanya seeing as she was basically helpless against anything dangerous. You rush the living room where you see a man with a blue bear mask corner her.

A bubbling rage soars through your veins and you shake your head desperately trying to get control. You step in front of her eyes glowing yellow. The man steps back, shocked at your agility and appearance. You turn to Vanya and your nerves calmed, as they always did when you looked at her. You shook your head again and your eyes returned to their natural color.

“Run, hide, tell Klaus if you see him.” You whisper, she nods and you pounce on the prick the moment she turn the corner. You take his gun and completely tear it to shreds as you blank into your enraged form.

When you settle down the masked intruder is long gone and exhaustion over took you. You pulled yourself together and raced into the hallway to search for him. He meets you there and slams a heave spiked morning star into your lower half. Your intestines revolt against the metal and you crouch to the floor as wave after wave of pain sears through you.

“God, that hurts like a bitch, man,” You groan removing and swaying the bloody weapon back to him. You stand, to his shock and from the holes in your shirts he sees your organs heal and the muscles and skin tissue recombine in your abdomen Your eyes glow again and a shot rings out as you collapse back on the ground. Blood streaming from your forehead.

You were fifteen and had been at the academy for a couple of days, getting used to the swing of things. All you knew it that you were part of the 43. At fourteen you had been hit by a bus when riding your bike in the busy streets of New York. Your mother's heart was shattered, sobbing over your unconscious body. You were awake and completely healed by the time the paramedics had arrived.

Your mother decided it was best to at least see Dr. Hargreeves for your new found power. He was… As thrilled as a sociopathic alien could be. You decide to stay for the summer.

So here you were chatting with your new friends and gushing over a certain quiet girl in the corner who was basically begging for attention. Your attention was elsewhere now as you were discussing your powers with Klaus.

“That’s awful.” You frown. He shrugged, insisting it wasn’t a big deal, trying to impress the new pretty girl as was his brother and sisters. Luther was uninterested and annoyed, distrustful of you, and Ben gushed over you, though you couldn’t see him. Five had been gone for years.

“Number Eight,” A commanding voice echoed from his lab.

“Ooh, I have a number now,” You smirk, swaying back to the old man after getting a laugh from Klaus, who was genuinely worried for your safely.

“Sit in the chair,” Reginald instructed back to you and preparing your notes. You did as instructed and were strapped into the device. “Starting with 3 mA.” He started, having Grace pull a lever. An aggressive shock ran through your body. You yelped clenching the arms of the chair.

“What the hell?” You cried when the shocks stopped, Reginald ignored you taking a note.

“10 mA.” He mumbled. Your body convulsed with the current making you scream and your arms to twitch involuntarily.

After 30 mAs you were gasping for breath and coughing your lungs out. All very common reactions to the amount of electricity your body was receiving.

“2000 mAs.” Hargreeves announced, excitedly? You roared at the shock, your heart stomped uncontrollably and your breath aching in your throat. Your arms and fingers clenching. Fianlly you lied still.

In an almost panic Hargreeves stood, Grace’s hands shook as she looked at your unconscious, lifeless body.

After fifteen minutes you awoke, gasping for air but otherwise physically fine.

“Marvelous,” He muttered writing every second down.

Diego walked in to you passed out on Grace’s lap. “She’ll just be another hour or so.” Your head wound had scarred over and your breathing was slow as your body healed itself. Diego sighed staring at his beloved mother with regret and disappointment.

“Mom did you hear anything that was happened down there?” He begged. She didn’t answer, she just continued to stroke your locks out of your face. Diego’s eyes traveled to your exposed arms at the scars from the treatment you had received as a child. They were the only things that ever remained. No matter what injury. Just scars. “Let me take her, mom.” He sighed picking you up with ease and setting you on the couch in the living room before returning to his caregiver.

You wake up in Diego’s lap he stared at one of the animal heads on the wall deep in thought. You shot up, surprising him. “Where’s Klaus?” You asks, your gut screaming at you that something was wrong.

“I don’t know I haven’t seen him since this morning,” You stumbled upstairs. “(Y/N) come back you need to rest!” You ignored him, passing Vanya and looking everywhere, “He disappears sometimes. It’s nothing new.” You sighed and picked up the Walkman from his bedroom floor. Something was off and you knew it.

From Reginald Hargreeves’ notes, July 9th 2004

Subject (Y/F/N) has proven to show that she is very capable of dealing with immense pressure and pain. It is my diagnosis that she has powers such as self regeneration. Studies will continue with various different activities to test her limits and abilities.

#umbrella academy vanya #umbrella academy klaus #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves #klaus hargreeves x reader #klaus x reader #tua klaus #vanya hargreeves #vanya hargreeves x reader #klaus x reader x vanya

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halfofwhatisayismeaningless · 5 years

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Terrible Things (Mayday Parade) // Joe Mazzello angst/sad. Song request.

.You know you can request any song with any celebritie crush or just a simple request. SEND THEM TO MY ASK BOX. My tag list is also open. The spanish version is after the english one

I must say, this was really hard to write, I didn’t know how to end up the story, but I liked the result.

Requested: anon. hey there!! i was wondering if you can write a joe mazzello imagine based on terrible things by mayday parade? i’m craving for angst yet kinda fluffy™️ joe right now hehe thank you in advance love<3

Summary: The (Y/LN)-Mazzello have to fight against a horrible illness.

Words: 2.218.

Warnings: Cancer, and everything that has to do with it.

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Another month in that same chair of the hospital. I look around, there are faces that we know, other ones are new, and some, sadly, are gone. But all the faces are sad, what do you expect from the oncology floor of a hospital? This zone is special, the majority of the man, we come accompanied by a woman who are watching his life fall down. I look to my wonderful wife, (Y/N), with her kerchief on the head. Everytime we are here I try to remember when this horrible trip started, when the cancer made a very big place for itself in our lives.

It was a night of november, we were finishing filming, I came home to (Y/N) by herself.

"Where is Joey?"

"I drop him off at my parents house, we need a night by our own." I smiled at her, innocent, expecting a romantic dinner and a nonstop sex night. But that night my life changed completely. "Sit in the couch, I have to show you one thing" she said that very serious. I sat by her side and she took my hands between hers. "Two weeks ago I felt a breast lump, I didn't thought it was something, but I went to the gynecologist just in case. I didn't told you anything so you didn't get worried." I nodded, surprised because she hadn't tell me.

"And when will they give you the results?" I asked, innocently.

"They gave them to me today, Joe. I have breast cancer, stage 2."

Everything stopped, my breath, my heart. The only thing I heard was the wall clock doing "tick-tack", like wanting to say that our time was running. I felt my wife's eyes get wet, I felt my eyes get wet, I touch her ring, in her ring finger. Everything started again, tha pain my father lived for months, now in my wife.

"Sweetie..." I whispered. The tears were running down our cheeks. (Y/N) fell on me with a hug. We shivered together, we cried together, God knows how long. Suddenly we were in our king sized bed, (Y/N) on my chest, making a puddle of tears on my t-shirt. I kissed her forehead, and tried to say something at last. "You will get out of it, and I'll help you. You're a warrior."

"I just want you to know that I love you, you and Joey."

"We know that, my love." We kept crying, I didn't want to imagine life without her. It was too early for that, our son was four years old, we had been married for only six years. I remember taking her hand, her delicate hand, with those nails, always painted with red. I had done that action so many times: the first time we kissed, that night at the cinema; in our wedding; when she was giving birth to Joey. And I was taking her hand while the disease that killed my father, was killing her. "What now?"

"The tumor didn't metastasized, that's good. But it's too big to treat it with only chemotherapy. Firstly they'll give me some chemotherapy sessions to reduce it, they'll operate and then we'll see." (Y/N) looked at my eyes, "I will start in two weeks." I nodded, for then we would have already wrapped so I could be with her as long as she needed. "I'm scared, Joe."

I told her that everything would be fine, but I was scared to death.

Two weeks after that we were together in a hospital room, watching a movie while they injected her the first doses of chemotherapy. We were scared, because we didn't knew how bad would that be on her body, probably really damn bad. And it was really damn bad, the first hours weren't that bad, but she threw up for the first time that night. At the third day she didn't had any force to stand up so she just threw up without warning me. The fifth day started the "clarity", (Y/N) started eating. But she also started to go off the dizziness brought about the fever, so she started realising the situation.

"I wanna see Joey."

"I know, honey, but he can bring here germs from the school and you could get sicker."

(Y/N) just nodded, some tears run off her eyes, but she said she was okay, she didn't want me to get worried.

One of the biggest problems came after the second cycle of chemotherapy, her hair started to fell off. A man losing his hair is tough, but a woman losing hers is terrible. The first time we met (Y/N) had this long brown hair, it was like that until now. When she realised what was going she decided to shaved it. I helped her. I remember her looking herself in the mirror while we did it, the tears didn't stop falling without any noise.

Even so, there were happy moments, when the week session ended, (Y/N) and Joey would meet again, my heart raced the day Joey arrived home after (Y/N) had shaved her head, but he loved it.

"Mommy, you're like the one from Dr. Strange."

"Yes, sweetheart, do you like it?" the kid looked to her mother smiling and whispering "cool".

But when I had to take him to his grandparents house before the chemotherapy it was horrible. Joey always asked about his mother.

"Mom is going to be okay, right, daddy?"

"Of course she will, champ."

"But Scott said the other day that his aunt died of mom's sickness."

"Don't worry, your mother it's a fighter and she is going to get well. I promise."

When I came back to the car, half an hour later, I started to listen to (Y/N)'s playlist, a song I haven't heard before started. I couldn't take off that song of my head for months. "Terrible Things" by Mayday Parade.

By the time I was your age I'd give anything to fall in love truly

was all I could think

that's when I met your mother

the girl of my dreams

the most beautiful woman that I'd ever seen.

She said boy can I tell you a wonderful thing?

"I can't help but notice you staring at me

I know I shouldn't say this, but I really believe

I can tell by your eyes that you're in love with me."

Now son, I'm only telling you this because life can do terrible things.

I didn't wanted to keep listening to it, I know where that story was leading, even though, I couldn't stop listening to it. That song wasn't in that playlist before, (Y/N) had put it there some days before.

Now most of the time we'd have too much to drink

and we'd laugh at the stars and we'd share everything.

Too young to notice and too dumb to care

love was a story that couldn't compare.

I said girl can I tell you a wonderful thing?

"I made you a present with paper and string

open with care now, I'm asking you please

you know that I love you

will you marry me?"

Suddenly, and for the first time since my wife told me she had cancer, I cried like a kid, lonely, driving back home, listening to the story I hoped not live.

Now son I'm only telling you this because life can do terrible things

you'll learn one day, and I hope and I pray that God shows you differently.

She said boy can I tell you a terrible thing?

"It seems that I'm sick and I've only got weeks.

Please don't be sad now, I really believe

you were the greatest thing that ever happened to me."

I parked in front of the house we bought seven years ago and just listened, I didn't want to think that (Y/N) had listened this song in those months, but she had, it wouldn't be there otherwise. I felt three knocks on the window and saw my wike, hairless, making a sign for me to open the door.

"Honey, what happens?" she said worried when I opened the door. I pointed the radio of the car, where the last verse was playing, without saying anything, because of the sobbing.

Slow, so slow, I fell to the ground on my knees.

So don't fall in love there's just too much to lose

if you're given the choice, I'm begging you choose to walk away, walk away

don't let it get you, I can't bare to see the same happen to you.

Now son, I'm only telling you this, because life can do terrible things.

"Sweetie..." she gave me her hand, helping me to get out, we hugged in the middle of the yard. "I'm sorry, I didn't remember that my Spotify is connected to your car radio."

"Why do you listen to that song?" I took her cheeks with my hands, crying.

"Because I have to prepare ourselves for everything, Joe. A lot of people die of this and I want to have things that remind me that I have to live to the limit for the time that is left, it doesn't matter if it's a year or forty. This encourage me to fight."

"Then, anything that helps you to fight, it's fine for me."

"I love you"

"I love you more."

"That is not possible, Joey."

Six months went by, chemotherapy cycles continued. (Y/N) was feeling dejected, but she knew that the treatment was like that, and she was encouraged to continue with it. In the seventh month they operated her, it was a simple and short operation, but I was really scared. The postoperative went fine, the bad part was going home, the day that (Y/N) took off the bandage and saw for the first time her operated breast. A long line traveled from where there used to be a nipple to her armpit. She cried in front of the mirror much more time than when she shaved her head.

"I'm so ugly." I had never heard (Y/N) say something so serious.

"Sweetheart, you are not."

"For god's sake, Joe, look at me. I've no hair, I only have one boob. I'm not a woman anymore, I'm a disease that fucked up this last year to you and to Joey."

"(Y/N), I don't want to listen that from you ever, not even as a joke." I made her turn around and look at my eyes. "Look at me, you are the most beautiful, precious, pretty, nice person I've ever met, inside and outside. Obviously this last year wasn't wonderful, it sucked, but it didn't suck because of you. And it doesn't matter that it sucked because we have stick together, we have seen our son grow old, we have seen ourselves grow. And Joey loves you, do you know what he told me the other day when we went out of the hospital?" (Y/N) denied with her head. "That you are his favourite superhero."

(Y/N) started crying again, but of emotion, she whispered: "I love you both". She turned around, facing the mirror. "But you've to admit that I'm not as sexy as I was before."

I approached her, I hugged her from behind and I whispered. "Love, if you only knew how much you turn me on... all your doubts would be over. Let's go to bed and I'll show you."

The operation was fine, but not as successful as we hoped. So they kept giving her chemotherapy.

And here we are now, a year and a half after that night when everything started, we were about to go inside the doctor's office, to do the same, they told us the tumor was still there, the chemotherapy was doing her job, but it was slow. Last night, when we were in bed, reading each one a book, she stared at me, stroked my face and thank me.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because when it's three in the morning, I wake up from a nightmare, I think I'm not gonna make it, I'm not going to escape from cancer, that it will have me like this forever, When I want to stop fighting. I just have to turn around, move a little to wake you up, and the first thing you do is smile, that's when I remember why I have to keep fighting. And thank you for taking care of Joey so long and so good. I wouldn't have gotten here if it wasn't for the two of you." I felt my eyes fill up with tears. I answered that we wouldn't live without her, her smile and her fightness.

I observe her for a while while she reads the newspaper on her phone. We had been repeating this doctor appointment for six months, expecting them to say that everything was over that there was no sign of disease in (Y/N)'s breast. And even though we didn't verbalised it we were each time less hopeful and we saw it every time further away.

"(Y/N) (Y/LN)-Mazzello." the nurse says. We go into the doctor's office.

"Good morning (Y/N), good morning Joe." We shake her hand to the doctor that had attended us from the first moment. "Let's see." She takes some informs and scans from the packet that we always had with us. The doctor smiles. "(Y/N), you don't have cancer anymore."

I look to my beautiful wife and whisper "Sweetie.." just as I did when she told me about her illness. Our eyes fill up with tears, and suddenly, we are on each other arms. I won't have to show Joey that horrible song by Mayday Parade. If we show it to him, it would be together, so he knows the terrible things that happen in life.

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Otro mes en la misma silla de hospital. Miro a mi alrededor, hay caras que ya conocíamos, otras han aparecido, y otras, desgraciadamente, desaparecieron hace meses. Pero todo son caras tristes, ¿qué se espera de la planta de oncología de un hospital? Esta zona es especial, la mayoría de los hombres venimos acompañados de una mujer que ve su vida caer. Miro a mi maravillosa mujer, (Y/N), con su pañuelo en la cabeza. Siempre que venimos aquí intento recordar cuándo comenzó este horrible viaje, cuándo el cáncer se hizo un hueco demasiado grande en nuestra vida.

Fue una noche de noviembre, yo estaba terminando de rodar, llegué a casa y me encontré a (Y/N) sola.

“¿Dónde está Joey?”

“Lo he dejado en casa de mis padres, necesitamos una noche a solas.” Yo sonreí, inocente, esperando una cena romántica y una noche de desenfreno. Pero esa noche mi vida cambió por completo. “Siéntate en el sofá, tengo que enseñarte una cosa.” Dijo muy seria. Nos sentamos el uno al lado del otro y me cogió de las manos. “Hace dos semanas me sentí un bulto en el pecho, no pensé que fuera nada, pero por si acaso fui al ginecólogo. No te dije nada porque no quería preocuparte.” Yo asentí, sorprendido porque no me hubiera dicho nada.

“¿Y cuando te dan los resultados?” pregunté inocentemente.

“Me los han dado hoy, Joe. Tengo cáncer de mama, en estadio dos.”

Todo se paró, mi respiración, mi corazón. Lo único que podía oír era el reloj de pared haciendo tick-tack, como queriendo decirme que se me acababa el tiempo. Noté los ojos de mi mujer humedecerse, noté los míos humedecerse, toqué su anillo en el dedo anular de su mano derecha. Todo volvía a empezar, el sufrimiento que vivió mi padre durante varios meses, esta vez en mi mujer.

“Cariño…” susurré. Las lágrimas habían comenzado a caer por nuestras mejillas. (Y/N) se tiró encima de mí, en un abrazo. Temblamos juntos, lloramos juntos, quién sabe durante cuánto tiempo. Pero de repente estábamos tumbados en nuestra cama de matrimonio, (Y/N) sobre mi pecho, creando un charco de lágrimas en mi camiseta. Le besé en la frente y conseguí decir algo, por fin. “Saldrás de esta, y yo te ayudaré. Eres una luchadora.”

“Yo sólo quiero que sepas que te quiero, a ti y a Joey.”

“Ya lo sabemos, mi vida.” Seguimos llorando un rato más, no quería imaginarme la vida sin ella. Era demasiado pronto como para que pasara esto, nuestro hijo solo tenía cuatro años, llevábamos apenas seis casados. Recuerdo coger su mano, su delicada mano, con esas uñas siempre pintadas de rojo. Había cogido esa mano en tantos momentos, la primera vez que nos besamos, aquella tarde en el cine; en la boda, saliendo de la iglesia; durante el parto de Joey. Y ahora se la daba mientras la enfermedad que mató a mi padre, le mataba a ella. “¿Y ahora qué?”

“El tumor no ha hecho metástasis, eso es bueno. Pero es demasiado grande como para tratarlo solo con quimioterapia. Primero me van a dar varias sesiones de quimio para reducirlo lo máximo posible, me operarán y luego ya veremos” (Y/N) me miró a los ojos. “Comienzo en dos semanas.” Yo asentí, para ese día ya habríamos cerrado rodaje, podría estar con ella todo el tiempo que fuese suficiente. “Tengo miedo, Joe.”

Le dije que no tenía por qué, porque todo iba a ir de maravilla, pero la verdad es que yo también tenía mucho miedo.

Dos semanas después estábamos juntos en una sala de hospital, viendo una peli mientras le inyectaban la primera dosis de quimioterapia. Estábamos asustados, porque no sabíamos cómo le sentaría, pero seguramente mal. Y así fue, las primeras horas no fueron mal, pero esa misma noche (Y/N) vomitó por primera vez. El tercer día ya no tenía ni fuerzas para levantarse de la cama, así que vomitaba sin siquiera avisarme. El quinto día empezó a haber más claridad, (Y/N) empezó a comer un poco. Pero también, al salir de los mareos provocados por la fiebre, se empezó a dar cuenta de la situación.

“Quiero ver a Joey.”

“Ya lo se, cariño, pero puede venir con gérmenes del cole, y te podría pegar algo.”

(Y/N) solo asentía, se escapaban varias lágrimas siempre, pero siempre decía que estaba bien, que no quería preocuparme.

Uno de los mayores problemas llegó tras el segundo ciclo de quimioterapia, se le empezó a caer el pelo. Que un hombre pierda el pelo era duro, pero que una mujer lo perdiera, era horrible. Cuando nos conocimos (Y/N) tenía el pelo larguísimo, y así había sido hasta ese momento. Cuando se empezó a dar cuenta de lo que estaba sucediendo decidió raparse. Yo le ayudé. Recuerdo como se miraba al espejo mientras lo hacíamos, las lágrimas caían constantemente sin hacer ningún ruido.

Aun así, había momentos felices, cuando pasaba una semana desde que le daban la sesión, (Y/N) y Joey se rencontraban, mi corazón latía a mil el día que Joey llegó a casa después de que (Y/N) se hubiera rapado. Pero a él le encantó.

“Mamá, eres como la de Dr. Strange.”

“Si, cariño, ¿te gusta?” el niño miró a su madre sonriendo y susurrando “mola”.

Pero cuando tenía que llevarle a casa de sus abuelos antes de la quimio era horrible. Joey siempre preguntaba sobre su madre.

“Mamá se va a curar ¿a qué si, papá?”

“Claro que sí, campeón.”

“Pero Scott dijo el otro día que su tía se murió de la enfermedad de mamá.”

“No te preocupes, mamá es una luchadora y va a salir de esta. Te lo prometo.”

Cuando volví a entrar en el coche, media hora después, empezó a sonar en la playlist de (Y/N) una canción que no había oído nunca. Pero que no borraría de mi cabeza. Era “Terrible Things” de Mayday Parade.

By the time I was your age I'd give anything to fall in love truly

was all I could think

that's when I met your mother

the girl of my dreams

the most beautiful woman that I'd ever seen.

She said boy can I tell you a wonderful thing?

"I can't help but notice you staring at me

I know I shouldn't say this, but I really believe

I can tell by your eyes that you're in love with me."

Now son, I'm only telling you this because life can do terrible things.

No quería seguir escuchándola, sabía los derroteros que iba a tomar la canción, y aún asi, no podía parar de escucharla. Esa canción no había estado en esa playlist nunca, la había añadido (Y/N) uno de estos últimos días.

Now most of the time we'd have too much to drink

and we'd laugh at the stars and we'd share everything.

Too young to notice and too dumb to care

love was a story that couldn't compare.

I said girl can I tell you a wonderful thing?

"I made you a present with paper and string

open with care now, I'm asking you please

you know that I love you

will you marry me?"

De repente, y desde el día que me enteré del cáncer de mi mujer, volví a llorar como un niño, a solas, conduciendo de vuelta a casa, escuchando la historia que esperaba nunca vivir.

Now son I'm only telling you this because life can do terrible things

you'll learn one day, and I hope and I pray that God shows you differently.

She said boy can I tell you a terrible thing?

"It seems that I'm sick and I've only got weeks.

Please don't be sad now, I really believe

you were the greatest thing that ever happened to me."

Aparqué delante de la casa que compramos hace siete años y escuché, no quería pensar que (Y/N) había escuchado esta canción en los últimos meses, pero tenía que haberlo hecho, sino no estaría ahí. Noté tres golpes en la ventana y vi a mi mujer, sin pelo, hacer señas para que abriera la puerta.

“Cariño, ¿qué te pasa?” dijo en tono preocupado cuando abrí. Señalé a la radio del coche, en la que sonaba la última estrofa, sin poder articular palabra a causa del lloro

Slow, so slow, I fell to the ground on my knees.

So don't fall in love there's just too much to lose

if you're given the choice, I'm begging you choose to walk away, walk away

don't let it get you, I can't bare to see the same happen to you.

Now son, I'm only telling you this, because life can do terrible things.

“Cariño…” Me dio la mano para que saliera. Nos abrazamos en el jardín. “Lo siento, no me acordaba que tienes mi Spotify conectado a tu coche.”

“¿Por qué escuchas esa canción?” cogí sus mejillas con mis manos, todavía llorando.

“Porque tengo que prepararnos para todo, Joe. Mucha gente muere de esto y quiero tener cosas que me recuerden que tengo que vivir al máximo el tiempo que me quede, sea un año o sean cuarenta. Esto me anima a luchar.”

“Entonces, cualquier cosa que te anime a luchar, me parece bien”

“Te quiero.”

“Yo te quiero más.”

“Eso es imposible, Joey.”

Pasaron seis meses, los ciclos de quimioterapia continuaron. Dejaban a (Y/N) machacada, pero era lo que había. A los siete meses entró en quirófano, era una operación corta y sencilla, pero yo estaba muy asustado. El postoperatorio fue bien, lo duro fue llegar a casa, el día que (Y/N) se quitó el vendaje y vió por primera vez su pecho operado, una larga línea recorría su torso desde donde antes estaba su pezón hasta su axila. Lloró frente al espejo mucho más tiempo que cuando se rapó.

“Soy feísima.” Nunca había oído a (Y/N) decir algo de forma tan seria.

“Cariño, no lo eres.”

“Por el amor de Dios, Joe, mírame. No tengo pelo. No tengo una teta. No soy una mujer, soy una enfermedad que te ha jodido el último año de vida, a ti y a Joey.”

“(Y/N), no quiero volver a escucharte decir eso. Ni siquiera en broma.” Le di la vuelta e hice que me mirara a los ojos. “Mírame, eres la persona más bonita que he conocido jamás, por dentro y por fuera. Obviamente este año no ha sido maravilloso, ha sido una mierda, pero no ha sido una mierda por tu culpa. Y da igual que haya sido una mierda porque hemos estado juntos los tres, hemos visto a nuestro hijo crecer, nos hemos visto crecer. Y Joey te adora, ¿sabes qué me dijo el otro día cuando salimos de verte del hospital?” (Y/N) negó con la cabeza. “Que eras su super héroe favorito.”

(Y/N) lloró más, pero esta vez de emoción, susurró: “os quiero” y se dio la vuelta y se miró al espejo otra vez. “Pero tienes que admitir que ya no soy tan sexy como antes.”

Me acerqué a ella, la abracé desde detrás y le susurré “Cariño, si supieras lo que me pones… Se te quitaban todas las dudas. Vamos a la cama que te lo demuestre.”

La operación había ido bien, pero no tan bien como esperábamos. Siguieron dándole quimio.

Y aquí estamos otra vez, un año y medio después de aquella noche en la que comenzó todo, a punto de entrar en una consulta para que nos dijeran que el tumor sigue ahí y que la quimio hacía efecto, pero iba lenta. Anoche, cuando estábamos en la cama, cada uno leyendo su libro me miró fijamente, me tocó la cara, y me dio las gracias.

“¿Por qué?” respondí yo.

“Porque cuando son las tres de la mañana y me despierto de una pesadilla, y pienso que nunca voy a escapar del cáncer, que siempre va a tenerme así. Cuando se me quitan las ganas de luchar. Sólo tengo que girarme, moverme un poco para despertarte y lo primero que haces es sonreírme, ahí es cuando recuerdo porqué debo seguir luchando. Y gracias por cuidar tanto y tan bien de Joey este tiempo. No podría haber llegado hasta aquí si no hubiera sido por vosotros dos.” Noté mis ojos llenarse de lágrimas. Respondí que no podíamos vivir sin ella, sin su sonrisa y sin su carácter luchador.

La observo durante un rato mientras lee el periódico en el móvil. Llevábamos seis meses repitiendo esta consulta, esperando a que nos dijeran que todo había terminado, que no había rastro de enfermedad en el pecho de (Y/N). Y aunque no lo dijéramos, cada vez teníamos menos esperanzas y cada vez lo veíamos más lejos.

“(Y/N) (Y/LN)” dice la enfermera. Pasamos a la consulta de la doctora.

“Buenos días (Y/N), buenos días Joe.” Le damos la mando a la amable doctora que nos había atendido desde el primer momento. “Veamos.” Dice sacando unos informes y radiografías del sobre que siempre llevábamos con nosotros. La doctora sonríe. “(Y/N), ya no tienes cáncer.”

Miro a mi preciosa mujer y susurro “Cariño…” igual que lo había hecho cuando me enteré de la enfermedad de (Y/N). Nuestros ojos se llenan de lágrimas, y de repente, estamos entre los brazos del otro. Ya no tendré que enseñarle a Joey esa horrible canción de Mayday Parade. Si se la enseñamos será juntos, para que sepa las terribles cosas que pasan en la vida.

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Tajikistan: A Country That’s Not on Your Travel Radar but Should Be.

On a lazy afternoon, I lay on a tapchan, drifting in and out of a blissful slumber as the soothing sound of the gushing river below rushed into my ears. When I finally awoke, I saw that my host family was gathered under their apricot tree, collecting ripe apricots, munching on some, separating others to make fresh apricot jam in the morning. I picked up a small bucket and joined them, treating myself to the delightfully juicy fruits too.

Later that afternoon, I headed out, past the mud and wood houses in the village, towards the fourth glacial lake in the Haft Kul (Seven Lakes) region of Tajikistan. The sun’s rays, scattered by feathery white clouds, cast an enchanting turquoise glow on the water. Purple, yellow, magenta and blue wildflowers swayed on the shore. In the neighboring village, a group of local women invited me to join their evening banter, shocked that I was 31, wandering about alone, no shohar (husband), no bacche (kids)! Azaadi doost doram became my lighthearted mantra as I tried to explain, I like my freedom. It cracked everyone up.

Baking non (local bread) with my Tajik host family in Haft Kul.

I landed up in Tajikistan on a ten day assignment for USAID, exploring the country partly by myself and partly with fellow bloggers. Hiking and hitch-hiking in the majestic Fann Mountains, exploring the Iron Age ruins of Panjikent, being bowled over by the friendliness of the Tajik people, discovering all the shared history with India, I had only one thought in my head: Why haven’t I been here before?

Here are all the reasons Tajikistan belongs on your (and my) travel bucket list:

Surreal, stark, rugged natural beauty

The surreal landscape of Haft Kul, Tajikistan.

A few months ago, I received a note from an elderly reader who had just finished reading my book. He wrote, quite astutely, that I’d set myself on a path where I’d have to keep chasing the next incredible thing. I humored him then, but as I found myself among the magnificent Fann Mountains of Tajikistan – gushing rivers, glacial lakes, apricot orchards, villages stuck in time – I couldn’t help but think that maybe he was right.

I’ve been lucky enough to spend much of my twenties surrounded by stupendous beauty – think Guatemala, Georgia, Uttarakhand – and I often wonder if anywhere in the world can outdo that. Well, Tajikistan raised the benchmark. Even though I barely scratched the surface of the country, those few days – spent living amid magnificent mountain scenery, watching the moon rise above glittering blue glacial lakes, driving along sunflower fields and towering peaks, and learning how the locals connect with nature – convinced me that Tajikistan might be among the most beautiful countries I’ve explored yet.

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Where I met more friends than strangers

Instant friends in Tajikistan <3

While hiking between lakes five and six in the Haft Kul region, I took a short detour towards a lakeside village, perched on the hillside. A mother and son working in their vegetable garden dropped their tools and ran towards this rare outsider, curious as to how they could help me. Like everyone else I met, their excitement grew when they heard I was from India – the land of Shahrukh Khan, Preity Zinta and the Taj Mahal – and wouldn’t let me leave without a refreshing cup of green tea in their house. As I politely declined their offer to stay for lunch and resumed my hike, the grandfather of the house walked a few hundred meters with me, assuring me that Indians and Tajiks will always be great friends – and even offering me his donkey for the hike up!

Some version of this story repeated itself in every single encounter I had in Tajikistan (with the exception of Dushanbe, it being a big city and all) – and after my initial apprehensions, I felt like this might be one of the safer ‘offbeat’ countries to explore solo, especially as a female traveller. As I said goodbye, I felt like I was leaving behind my friends, my people.

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Under the tourist radar in the age of overtourism

The other-wordly villages of Tajikistan.

We live at a time when many spectacular places around the world are plagued by overtourism and travellers are alienating local communities instead of supporting them. Well, Tajikistan is at the other end of that spectrum. Most people would have to google where exactly it sits on the Central Asia map, and what its capital city is! I must confess I knew literally nothing about the country until this assignment popped up in my email – and I’ve been intrigued since.

We’re lucky to live at a time when it’s still possible to explore a country that little has been written about. Where you arrive with no preconceived notions and must make your decisions on how to get around and where to stay by asking locals, not reading blogs or guidebooks. I promise to try not to ruin that for you! Go, go now.

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Tajikistan e-visa for Indians and most other nationalities

The colorful bazaars of Tajikistan.

Tajikistan opened up its e-visa system in 2016 for Indian passport holders and citizens of 120 other countries, including Pakistan, Iran, most Southeast Asian nations, the EU, the US, Australia etc. The process is easy – go to the Tajikistan e-visa portal, fill a simple application form, upload your passport photocopy and photograph, and pay a processing fee of 50$. I received my Tajikistan e-visa within 3 days – single entry, valid for 90 days, with a maximum stay of 45 days.

PS: Last year, my Kyrgyzstan e-visa got rejected without explanation and as per their policy, I can’t apply again for a year. I’ve read that this happens once in a while, either due to a glitch in the system or due to non-adherence to passport photo requirements. Use this website to process one in the right dimensions for your country of application.

Also read: How I Manage Visas on my Indian Passport as I Travel Around the Globe

A vegan Tajik dish and other delights

Shakarob – an accidentally vegan Tajik dish!

At Jummaboy’s family homestay in Haft Kul, I woke up at 6 am to join my hostess to bake non (local bread) – out of wheat flour, salt and water – in her traditional clay oven, called tandoor like in India. We followed that by boiling apricots, collected the previous evening, on an open fire. A most delicious breakfast of fresh apricot jam and crisp home-baked bread!

Truth be told, it wasn’t easy to travel as a vegan in Tajikistan. Even though they grow grains like rice, buckwheat and barley, legumes like peas and kidney beans and a wide range of vegetables and herbs, the cuisine is largely based on boiled meat and potatoes. But on our last day, at Olim Qurutob House in Dushanbe, my happiness knew no bounds to try the accidentally vegan Tajik dish Shakarob – common in southern Tajikistan, made of stale bread, tomato base, topped with veggies and herbs, eaten by hand. Whoever knew stale bread could taste so good!

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Flights are expensive but land borders are easy!

A local walks across the land border from Uzbekistan to Tajikistan.

Our troop of bloggers crossed the land border from Samarkand in Uzbekistan to Panjikent in Tajikistan in just a couple of hours – alongside Uzbeks carrying melons and bread for their friends on the other side! The border crossing was pretty empty, and I wondered what kind of interrogation awaited me with my Indian passport. Turns out, with my Tajikistan e-visa, the only questions the immigration officers asked when they looked at my passport were: “Shahrukh Khan?”, “Om Shanti Om?”, “Aishwarya Rai?”

Although flights from India to Central Asia are still few and expensive, the land borders between the Central Asian stans – specifically Kyrgyzstan, Kazakhstan, Uzbekistan and Tajikistan – can easily be crossed with an e-visa, making it the perfect region for slow and sustainable overland travel.

Iskanderkul – a spectacular glacial lake in Tajikistan.

The more I travel, the more I crave places that are still pristine, where locals are still genuinely curious to meet outsiders and where tourism creates economic opportunities rather than stifling them. With its awe-inspiring mountainous landscapes, warm-hearted people and “off the beaten path” status, Tajikistan beckons.

Do you dream of travelling to Tajikistan someday?

*Note: This trip was made possible by the support of the American People through the United States Agency for International Development (USAID) Competitiveness, Trade, and Jobs Activity in Central Asia. The contents of this post are my sole responsibility and do not necessarily reflect the views of USAID or the US Government.

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