Summary: Inspired by the one time me and some friends went to McDonald’s at 5 a.m. The reader, craving junk food, drags a sleepy Lin out of bed, way too early in the morning. The breakfast menu isn’t up yet. Chaos and shenanigans ensue.
Word counter: 4,474
Warnings: None, just a really sleepy and grumpy Lin.
Authors Notes: @sunshinemiranda - i cannot believe i got to the chance to collab with ren again??? you guys, this honestly all stemmed from this really cute story she told me and then me (being pushy and annoying as per usual) needed to get in and then this came into being!! we got so attached, we made headcanons for this, unbelievable. i still want to make a prequel. enjoy.
@alexanderhamllton - i got to collab with my girl again, can you guys BELIEVE??? I am so happy with how this turned out, we made a whole lot of headcanons (hence the mixtapes) and we really hope you guys like it! If you want more from this universe PLEASE let us know, because we would love to wirte that!
Lin wasn’t expecting his phone to ring at 5 in the morning. He wasn’t expecting anything but a solid sleep that he desperately needed after too many late nights full of work. Funny thing was, life had a screwed up talent at ruining expectations.
His phone lit up in the dark, vibrating against the wooden bedside table with a vicious energy. With a groan, he stabbed a button blindly and brought it to his ear without even bothering to emit a greeting. It was too early for that.
“Lin. Listen, it’s 5 am. You wanna go to McDonald’s with me?”
The large house sprawled out in front of me was intimidating but probably even more intimidating when I began to think about who stood behind it. I checked the address in my inbox one final time before exiting my vehicle and heading towards the door.
I was still a bit shocked that I was the person assigned to this job. I figured one of my fellow guards would be given this but apparently my boss thought I was fit for the job. That was flattering but also scary at the same time. What if I wasn’t quite ready for this?
My demeanor on the outside didn’t show my nerves though. I stood tall, shoulders straight back and rang the doorbell to the home. I looked around at my surroundings in the meantime until the door popped open with the familiar face of Cristiano Ronaldo standing behind it.
I didn’t see why exactly he needed a guard aside from the usual person who sometimes accompanied him out on busy nights but after being explained the situation, I understood why. I wasn’t that big into football but I knew enough to know that scoring an own goal in the Champions League final to give your opponent a win wasn’t something that would warrant fans to give you many compliments and signs of affection. Add on the fact that Mr. Ronaldo was being linked to various clubs outside of the current one he belonged to and the fans seemed to be in a bit of a crazed tizzy. I guess he needed the extra protection incase someone took things a step too far. Not even a player of his caliber could escape the madness so easily.
Dressed in his training kit, he seemed ready to head off but I figured I’d take some time to speak to him first before we drove off. “Yes? Can I help you?” His face showed confusion as if he wasn’t expecting my appearance. Self-consciously feeling like an idiot, I looked down at my phone to confirm the time and date of my arrival.
Nope. No error.
“Hi. Um…I’m not sure if there’s some miscommunication but hello, I’m your bodyguard.” I introduced myself further by last name as I held out my hand for him to shake but he didn’t immediately take it, instead looking down at my hand and then up to me before chuckling.
“You’re my bodyguard?”
Offended, my arms folded over my chest as a scowl misplaced my once pleasant features. “I am.”
“No offense but you’re a…”
“Woman?” I had heard this comment a hundred times before. What was a woman doing working as a bodyguard? Hell, I don’t know. The same thing a man was doing?
“Right but also a very…petite woman.” And that was also a true observation. I didn’t have Ronda Rousey-like strength and I wasn’t tall and built with an extraordinary muscular build but I had confidence in my abilities to do my job well.
A confident smirk plumped my pink lips. “I’m a very petite woman who has the capability to knock out a man twice my size in like 4.3 seconds so unless you would like me to demonstrate such activity on you personally, I’d advise you to stop with the comments.”
He continued on chuckling as he pointed down to my shoes, a simple pair of Stuart Weitzman black pumps to go with the stylish pants suit I had picked out this morning. Frankly I was just glad I hadn’t rolled out of bed and opted for a pair of sweatpants and a stained t-shirt. That was normally what my mood directed me to do. “And you can also manage to do that in heels?”
“I’ve found that such shoes can act as a good weapon.” I shifted my body weight to one side while I used my hand to slip off the shoe on my right foot. I held it up towards my face, rotating it in my hand as I pointed to the sharp heel. “You see this? It can make a pretty good puncture wound especially in the neck.” I grimaced just thinking about the potential impact. “Could you imagine all of the blood that could spout from there?”
I was amused as I looked over at Cristiano and he seemed a little more horrified than the first moment he saw me today. Good.
“No one is going to trya pretty boy like you I’m sure,” I spoke in a mock disgusted tone as I slipped back into my shoe. “It’ll be a walk in the park for me.”
“Okay then. So…”
“What exactly is your name? Your first name. Not your last,” he probed. I waved him off with a gentle laugh.
“Let’s keep this relationship professional. Refer to me by my last name and I’ll refer to you by your last name.”
“But I prefer Cristiano,” he smirked.
I gave off a shrug. “Well then, Cristiano, I still prefer my last name.”
“What if you’re some sort of serial killer hiding your identity? How am I supposed to trust walking around with someone whose first name I don’t even know?” By now I knew he was just tugging my strings and I guess he didn’t realize I was willing to go along for the ride.
“Then you’ll just have to have a serial killer as your bodyguard. You should feel even more protected. Now…” I glanced down at the silver watch on my wrist by pulling away the sleeve of the blazer covering its face. “We should get you to the training grounds.” I stepped off of the porch and began walking over to my car but I didn’t reach my door before Cristiano was calling out after me.
“I could drive you, you know.”
“I’d rather drive myself.” I gave him a small smile from where I stood before sliding into my vehicle and waiting for him to follow and do the same.
I didn’t even think she realized my teammates and I were all practically staring at her from where we stood on the pitch while she sat off in the distance, busying herself in conversation with one of the staff members about whatever it was they had found to bond over. I had found her to be truly interesting and though she may have been small in stature and build, her demeanor showed she was not someone to be messed with. I think my teammates realized that soon as well when I spoke about her arrival to my home this morning.
“You think she’s shot anyone before?” Marcelo questioned curiously, his eyes probably drifting to her pockets envisioning a gun hidden underneath the fashionable outfit she wore.
“Even deeper than that, do you think she’s killed before? She is sexy,” Karim said from behind me. I think we had all begun staring at the gorgeous [yet dangerous] woman before us. It was somehow oddly a turn-on for me that she seemed so aggressive. My mind took a sexual turn quickly thinking of her, arousing me more than I needed to be aroused given my surroundings so I turned away from her for the moment to distract myself. I knew my eyes would probably drift back to her soon.
“She’s probably in a mob or something,” Isco suggested. It wasn’t a far off thought. I didn’t personally know much about mobs and criminal organizations but she was the last person I would expect to be in one. That alone would make it make sense if she was in one.
“Or maybe she’s just a bodyguard who has never killed or hurt anyone before,” Raph reasoned, trying to be the sensible one in the group since the rest of us had long ago gotten rid of all of our sense when it came to understanding my new protector and created her into this star of an action film. She had that sort of effect.
“So are you going to try to score a date with this girl?” Sergio questioned with a cocked grin. I could only shake my head in response but I wasn’t sure why exactly I had turned down the idea. Intimidation maybe?
That was a new feeling for me but I didn’t let my mind wander too deep into the feeling. I was supposed to be practicing. “She’s not my type,” I lied before correcting myself. “Or maybe I’m not hers. I don’t know. Let’s get back to this.” I motioned towards the ball at my feet before kicking it forward and moving towards the goal. Somehow I would have to find a way to concentrate.
As expected, the day went smoothly working for Cristiano. There were of course prying fans who threatened to inch closer to him but those were mainly for the purposes of autographs, hugs and pictures. Maybe they weren’t looking to overreact as much as initially thought.
Now, I was walking Cristiano towards his door and watching as he fumbled with his keys in the lock before he finally got the door open. Once he did, he turned back towards me and gave me a smile.
I spoke first. “Well it’s been a lovely day watching you still get admired by many.”
“Yeah. I’m glad you were around. Just incase.” I was beginning to step down the steps and back towards my car in the drive before he stopped me. “You know I think there may be someone in my house. Would you mind checking?” He pointed behind him to the slightly ajar door with a half-smile.
I laughed in response and he spoke again. “You have a beautiful smile. I think that’s the first time you’ve genuinely laughed all day.”
Still laughing, though now even more at the memory that came in my mind, I shook my head. “Oh no. I was laughing earlier when you tripped in practice. You just didn’t see it.”
Cristiano chuckled, his prominent Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “Ouch,” he feigned hurt feelings by clutching at his chest.
“My name is Y/N by the way.”
“I guess I got something out of this day. You finally told me your first name. We’re making progress here.”
“And how far are you expecting this progress to go?” I questioned with an amused smirk.
“First name, last name, you checking under my bed at night, a first date. Oh, the possibilities,” he replied with a grin that made me unable to hide the smile on my face as well.
“I don’t think I get paid enough to do all of those things,” I joked.
“C'mon Curly. Tell me how you really feel,” Varric prodded sympathetically as he walked up beside the Commander. “I know you are holding your tongue.” The dwarf gave the former Templar a friendly nudge.
“I’m holding my tongue with good reason, Varric,” Cullen said with a sigh, “It is not my place, no matter how much I would like for it to be.” He shook his head in frustration.
Varric focused his attention to the sight in front of him. Inquisitor Niamh Lavellan stood in the center of Skyhold’s main hall. Her coppery hair loose from its usual braid and her deep real tunic draped across her small frame.
Hugging the Inquisitor’s leg was a girl around four. Her freckled face and green eyes hidden behind her mother’s outfit. Dark brown ringlets of hair stuck out further than even her pointed ears.
In front of them, about ten feet away stood the only issue Cullen had with the picture. Solas. After three and a half years of nothing, he had simply turned up, his tail between his legs. He had been wrong. He finally realized it.
Varric and Cullen watched as Solas approached the mother and daughter. He was more timid in his movements than they were used to. He seemed to be afraid of the two darting out of his reach.
As he neared, the child hiding behind Niamh poked her head out, looked at Solas knowingly. She then looked at her mother, who nodded in response.
“Papae,” the elfling squealed gleefully as she ran to Solas who knelt down to meet her embrace. His eyes locked with Niamh’s as his daughter latched around his neck.
Her eyes welled with tears. She was furious at Solas. After a few impassioned meetings during his time away he’d avoided her for years, even when he had learned she was with child. He had said he could not afford to risk endangering Niamh further. Now, out of nowhere he had changed his mind. She wanted nothing more than to call him every foul slur in the book, but she could not help be filled with joy seeing her daughter meet “Papae” for the first time.
“Aislin. Her name’s Aislin,” Niamh stated tersely, attempting to mask her emotions. “We call her Ash.”
Solas took a moment to absorb every inch of Aislin’s face. Her button nose, freckles, ears that she hadn’t grown into yet, all of it.
“Da'vhenan,” he breathed proudly, “Ir abelas. I should have been here.” He hung his head.
Aislin placed a small hand on his cheek, “It’s okay, Papae. Var lath vir suledin. That’s what Mamae always says.”
Solas’ eyes widened and met his love’s, who gave him a pained smile. “Even still,” he asked.
“Always,” she affirmed with a nod, walking over to he and Aislin and kneeling down to embrace them both.
Still looking from afar, Cullen sighed. “He does not truly know how lucky he is,” he stated dejectedly.
Request: Can I get one when your their bodyguard but they fall in love with you >_<
Length: 2,392 words
*A/N: Not gonna lie, I had something like this written when I was 2PM af around the time of their LA concert lol. And I apologize for posting so much JB but I felt like it’d be perfect for him. It ended up a bit long because I wanted to give a lot of insight into the situation… which is a lot harder when it’s an AU type of scenario.
It was a regular Friday night, you were sat in your room on
your bed studying, your parents were out and your best friend Dave wasn’t
answering his messages. Which was the only thing different, normally he would
answer your messages. You understood though because you knew his secret, he was
He had no idea you had worked it out but it wasn’t hard to
do, that boy may be a superhero but he’s terrible from hiding things from you.
You had round the outfit hidden under his bed and once you followed the website
back using some of your mum’s work technology you found it traced back to his
However, right now you were sat alone going over your
biology flashcards when there was a bang downstairs. Standing up from the bed
you went to open the door but it was swung open first by a stranger holding a
gun. The stranger grabbed you and sedated you and the last thing remembered was
another shouting voice that you recognised well.
“Come on, come on” a voice spoke waking you, making you jump
upright, it was Dave. Well, it was kick-ass. “Are you okay?” he asked changing
his voice slightly as if that would make you not notice it was him.
“I’m fine what happened?” you questioned going to stand up
but falling against him. “It’s okay they’re gone now” he smiled as you pushed
yourself off of his chest yet he wrapped his arms around you for support. He
lifted up his mask slightly before starting to lean in.
What were you doing! Stop! This is your best friend. Dammit.
You placed your lips onto his softly, them moulding together
quickly, feeling as if sparks were flying. Soon enough he fixed his mask and
ran out of your window onto the roof and out onto the street.
What. Just. Happened.
After waiting almost 10 minutes to calm down and collect
your thoughts, you rang Dave, asking him to come right over. He sounded out of
breath as he told you he would be right over. Right you would have to act as if
you didn’t know it was him.
Shortly after there was a knock at the door and you raced
down the stairs before opening it and flinging yourself into Dave’s arms.
Thinking back you should have probably been more cautious but right now you
just wanted a hug.
Dave engulfed you into his arms and hugged you back tightly.
After half an eternity you let go and you both slowly walked back into your
room, grabbing his arm and pulling him down onto the bed next to you. Leaning
against your best friend you told him what had happened whilst he acted as if
he didn’t know.
“Dave, he kissed me” you whispered looking into his eyes as
Dave bit his lip, obviously thinking back to the kiss himself. “He kissed you?”
he asked sitting up slightly as if his body language was going to give something
away. “Yeah, you kissed me” you blurted realising
what he had said. “He, he” you quickly babbled trying to save what you had just
“You knew it was me?”
he questioned it was clear it was no slip of the tongue, you had just let out
that you knew. Dammit. “Yeah, I’ve known for a while” you stammered out. “And
you knew when you kissed me?” he checked placing his hand on the side of your
face as you nodded before kissing you passionately, almost as if the last time
you had kissed he had held back completely and now he was able to show his
amount of love for you.
“I really like you y/n, and I have for a really long time”
Imagine you’re Abel’s teacher (age 5) and you go to a SAMCRO party, as Jax’s guest.
“Anna, you don’t understand, wearing this? It would look like i’m wearing a costume.” You complained to your younger yet guru style sister. She groaned on the phone and continued. “I’m not a biker girl”
“(Y/N), c’mon, it’s an MC. Everything is leather, leather, tight leather.” You let yourself plop down on the bed, a towel around your body. It was about time for you to go to the clubhouse, but you were still deciding what to wear. Your sister had sent you part of her clothes for you to wear, but you werent sure. Your style was girly and fresh, long dresses and pretty skirts, an elementary teacher in all the extension of the world.
“I’ll try it on but i don’t promise anything.” You said, hanging up the phone before she answered. You stood there, watching the leather jacket and the tight red skirt, the fishnets and the high heels. You frowned your eyebrows, biting your lip. You didn’t felt comfortable. You didn’t want to make Jax think that you were trying for him to like you, that you were trying to impress him. It was a friendly invitation, he was your student dad and he invited you over to his clubhouse. Big deal.
You groaned, throwing your heels off when you tried on the outfit. You didn’t knew how to move around in a tight skirt like that, and you were too old to be wearing fishnets out of kinky purposes. You shook your head and took off the leather jacket, sitting defeated, and naked in the bed.
It was already 9:15 when you decided to stood up and look around your closet for something to wear. You decided you would wear the leather jacket, because it was a fair cold night. The best jeans you owned and some black stilettos, for your comfort. A plain black shirt was your ally, and your long hair in full display on your back. You looked at yourself in the mirror, bitting your thumb nail, as nervous as you could be. You grabbed your purse, car keys and phone, before heading out, vodka bottle in your hand.
The drive there was full of red lights, making you think twice about this whole situation. You were quite innocent, yes, but you kind of understood the world of an MC. You tried not to get your hopes up, thinking that it was harmless flirting, but deep down inside you were hoping for the best. You avoided this kind of situations your whole; Since your High School boyfriend did you wrong, and grew up being introvert, thinking you were not worth the bother.
Once you parked outside of the TM you knew there was no turning back now. It was now or never; Silently, you thank Jax’s ex wife for taking the kids away for the weekend, because that fact made everything more easy. Walking into the parking lot you could see a big fireplace, with big beard guys taking care of steaks and hamburgers, a lot of bikes formed neatly, guys leaned on them along with girls leaned on the guys. You smiled nervously and walked around for a few minutes; You gained a lot of smiles but also a lot of glares from the female part of the club. You were a rookie compared to these girls. They had perfect bodies, flawless and authentic outfits. They were about this life, and all you had was a bottle of vodka. You sighed, about to make an exit when a familiar voice called you from a far.
“Mrs. (Y/N)…” You turned on your heels, reading the patch on the guy’s kutte. You smiled, looking at a Jax Teller, two beers in hand. “I thought about bringing you an apple, teacher, but all we got left is beer.” You giggled and nodded, grabbing one. “I was thinking you were gonna stood me up.”
“I was about to.” You said, drinking from the beer, trying to calm your nerves.
“Really?” he leaned against the bar. “Why’s that?”
“Look at all these girls.” You said motioning around both of you. “Revealing clothes, beautiful faces. I’m a little intimidated, Mr. Teller.” Jax bit his lip, looking at you while taking his beer down.
“Mr. Teller, hold that thought.” He winked in your direction, making you giggle a little. “They’re trying their best.” He said in a serious tone. “My beautiful crow eaters.” You smiled at him, trying to light up the mood. The music was loud and the ambient was a party one. You could see the famous Gemma Teller watching you from a far; You were secretly afraid of all of this, the whole SAMCRO world, the bad reputation the club had, but deep down from inside, it wasnt a complete mess. It felt like a big Christmas dinner, with way more weed and more lap dances.
As the night went by, you talked with Jax. You told him how you had been your own family for quite a long time; Your sister living up in New York, and how you decided to stay behind after your aunt and uncle died, car accident. You also told him about how you always wanted to become a mother and how you wanted to live in a big house with a big family. Jax smiled at this, your ideals were lovely.
He told you about his life, too, mainly Abel, and you noticed how much care he put into his words whenever he mentioned the club and his family. You didn’t want to be noisy, so you let him tell you whatever he wanted to tell you. It was a lovely night in, emptying beer bottles and filling up ashtrays.
When to clocked marked 2:30 in the morning, the party was slowly dying. Everyone was either locked in the doorms, passed out on the carpet or too drunk to function.
“I better get going.” You said getting up, feeling a bit dizzy. You were a light weight.
“You sure you don’t want to crash in?” Jax asked, getting up too, putting his half beer on the bar. You nodded, grabbing your jacket and placing in on top of your shoulders, out of energy to actually put it in. “Let me walk you outside.”
Outside the moon was big and the stars were everywhere. You looked up, being closed followed with Jax. An apology still to be made.
“Uhm. Jax?” You asked, the “Mr. Teller”, dropped around beer number 5.
“Yeah?” he asked lighting up his cigarette offering you one. You refused.
“I wanted to…apologize. For what i said about your beautiful crow eaters.”
“It didn’t bothered me.” He began. “But…it was weird, you know? You were the one that said that, as a society, we needed to learn to look behind the kutte. Their makeup, their slutty clothes, those fierce faces they put, that’s their kutte. That makes them belong, you see…” he took a long drag. “When you’re associated in an MC, you belong to everyone, and you belong to no one. That’s what they want. A place to rest their head.” You nodded. “The sex, the kisses, lap dances, they just come with the package. They’re great girls and really funny when they don’t loose a screw. Like you, i see behind your teacher kutte.”
“I’m not wearing a kutte.”
“Yes you are. It may not say Sons of Anarchy, but you’re wearing a kutte.” He lifted his eyebrows, making you grin and shake your head, hands on your hip. You wished you could say you understood Jax little monologue, but you’ve had such a Plain Jane life, you couldn’t wrap your head around it.
“Yeah, and what does it say?”
“You’ve been wanting to kiss me since that stupid PTA meeting.” His security made you laugh and shook your head, and before you knew it, you were being pulled on the side of the clubhouse, the darkness and the cold being your partners in crime. Jax placed both of his ring full hands on your waist, pinning you against the wall. Your breaths mixed in between the both of you, your hands not being able to find a place in the man in front of you. The biker pressed his forehead on to yours looking at your lips hungrily.
“Abel’s not around. What’s stopping you?” He whispered, biting his lip, fighting the urge.
“I’m just trying to take it slow.” He laughed darkly, pressing himself against you harder, making your breath itch in your chest. “J-Jax.”
He shook his head. “I’m on full speed here, babe.” Jax confessed. You gulped and bit your lip.
“Just fucking kiss me already.” You threaten, making him smile and crash his lips into yours, theets clacking against each others, lips burning and mouths wet and hot. If you were more pushed against the clubhouse wall you would become a part of it. Jax hands were running around your body, making you groan and arch your back in excitement.
“Nice to know these bad curves where hidden under your teacher outfits.” He stated, making you pull back a little.
“You don’t like my dresses?”
“I love your dresses. I just wish i could see this more often.” He said, grabbing a handfull of your ass and holding it tightly. You blushed and moaned out, Jax attacking your lips once again.
It had been a long night and you were ready to head hive and relax. Your usual outfit was hidden underneath a shirt with a another harness over that. Both making it easier to blend in during the night. Thankfully you weren’t too far away from your hive, but you would have to stop and pick up something, or someone to eat. Making your way through the trees you caught the scent of blood in the air, it was pretty close. You decided to follow it, chances are it would be a couple of trolls sparing or something.
Your stomach began to growl and your mouth started to water as you followed the smell. It was just a few feet up ahead. Quietly you made your way through the the trees and bushes until you found the source of the smell. Well, this was an interesting sight.
Halloween was your favorite holiday, ever since you were a child you looked forward to it. It wasn’t because you were an adrenaline junky that loved to get scared or that you were into morbid, dark things, it was simply that Halloween was a time of fun. From decorating the house, to dressing up to trick or treating to fun costume parties, you always had something to do and it was always a lot of fun. This year was no exception, and this time was particularly special since your school had prepared an event on the night of Halloween.
There were many activities organized by different groups of students: carving pumpkins, costume contests, horror story telling… but it was the haunted house that had you and your group of friends extra excited.
“Come ooooon Jin! Let us in!!! I know we’re five but can’t you just let us in like that?” Said one of your friends who was trying her best to look cute for her sunbae.
“I’m sorry… but the rules are that you have to get in in pairs… if you go in as five it’s going to mess the whole thing up…” He said clearly not falling for her attempted aegyo.
“That means one of us is going to be left behind Jin! We can’t do that…” Said another one of them.
“I’m really sorry, but those are the rules.” He said shrugging.
“Why don’t we just flip a coin?” You said, trying to light up the mood. “And then the one left out can go in with whoever wants to go again…”
“That sounds like a good idea… Here, I have a quarter.”
In the end, your idea betrayed you, as you were the one that had to wait outside until all of your friends had gone inside the haunted house. It quickly became a good thing, as you didn’t really have to wait alone. Jin, and later his friend Jimin – who you might or might not have had a “tiny” crush on – where keeping you company.