oh gracie

Ride.

10:40 p.m

Hace frío. Puedo ver como las nubes comienzan a formarse sobre el oscuro cielo, no hay estrellas y pequeñas gotas de lluvia comienzan a caer. Sin embargo no me preocupo por acelerar el paso para llegar a casa antes de que terminase empapado.

La gente a mi alrededor comienza a dispersarse, quizás realmente llevan prisa o tal vez por el mero hecho de que una tormenta se aproxima. Tal vez porque alguien los espera en casa, o llegan tarde a una cita.

Entonces recuerdo el motivo por el cual no tengo prisa: Nadie me espera en casa.

A unos pasos me topo con una mujer, ella es pelirroja y se encuentra realmente triste y enfadada, intento no escuchar demasiado su conversación por teléfono sin embargo ella grita “Mi vida sería mejor si no te hubiera conocido” e inevitablemente me siento mal por la persona del otro lado de la linea y pienso que quizás estar solo no es tan malo después de todo.

11:30 p.m

Estar solo definitivamente es terrible.

No solo está lloviendo sino que me encuentro empapado de pies a cabeza ¿Es posible que lloviera tanto? De ser así nunca hubiera salido de casa desde un principio. Desde ahora comenzaría a ver más seguido el clima.

Caminar a casa bajo la lluvia no era mi mayor problema sino el hambre con el que tenía que cargar además del aburrimiento, quiero decir, hablar solo por rato es entretenido pero luego de un rato comienza a ser estresante y realmente comenzaba a replantearme mi vida hasta llegar a la conclusión de que no debería haber nacido.

Y antes de siquiera comenzar a planear un suicidio digno un lamborghini negro se estaciona a mi lado y me hace señas para que me acercase.

¿Qué debía hacer? Subir al auto de un extraño y así de fácil? 

¿La gente hace eso?

Un vago recuerdo de mi madre diciendome a mi yo de pequeño que no debo subir al auto de un desconocido vino a mi mente, pero entonces recordé que nunca mencionó nada sobre subir a un lamborghini. Y en mi cabeza parecía tener sentido entonces avancé hasta la ventanilla y la golpee dos veces, para ese momento quizás lo volví a reconsiderar y la opción de seguir caminando y evitar problemas comenzaba a ser más razonable.

Sin embargo ya me encontraba dentro del coche como si no tuviera control sobre mi cuerpo, quizás se trataba del instinto que buscaba protección o descansar un momento los pies, pero luego note al joven de cabello oscuro y pequeños ojos con grandes pestañas sobre el volante mirandome en silencio con una mueca divertida y deseché cualquier opción de salir huyendo.

“Um. Hola, graci-”

“Oh no es nada, te vi allí en apuros. Supuse que necesitarías que alguien te acerque a casa ¿No es así?” interrumpe y su voz suena más profunda de lo que imaginé. 

“Sí, no esperaba que lloviera y aún me quedaba un largo camino de vuelta a casa.” repentinamente me encuentro algo incomodo y quiero huir nuevamente. 

 ¿Se supone que sea tan guapo? 

“Pues, la próxima ten cuidado, no deberías de andar solo por esta zona” menciona tomando el volante regresando nuevamente a la carretera. 

“¿Por qué lo dices?” 

“Honestamente, no es por juzgar, pero hay gente peligrosa por estos lares. De hecho, te cogí porque creí que vendías hierba.” me dice entre risas, ¿Qué mierda? Y no, realmente no es divertido en absoluto porque me siento un completo idiota. 

“Oh. Bueno, tú podrías habermelo dicho” medio rio con ganas de detener una bala con mi cabeza. “Um. Si te molesta puedo bajar no hay problema con eso” hago un esfuerzo por parecer calmado sin embargo dentro de mi cabeza me aventé del coche en marcha unas siete veces ya. 

“Descuida bonito, no eres un problema” me dice sonriente con aires de grandeza. “Pareces agradable, y realmente llevo un largo rato solo necesito hablar con alguien o voy a volverme loco. Así que dime, ¿Como es tu nombre?”

Bonito. 

El extraño desconocido me llamó bonito. 

“Está bien. Samuel, mi nombre es Samuel” 

“Me gusta, pega con tu cara” señala con una mano mi rostro tocando la punta de mi nariz, e intento ignorar el contacto y me pregunto qué parte de mi hace verme como ‘Samuel’ Incluso suena extraño pensarlo de esa forma.
“Puedes llamarme Willy” agrega con una sonrisa de lado y entonces presiona el acelerador a fondo logrando hacerme encoger sobre mi asiento. 

 Sospechaba que probablemente Willy era un suicida homicida pero honestamente no tenía intenciones de averiguarlo esta noche.

“Ya que estamos, cuentame algo sobre ti” me atrevo a decir para romper el hielo. 

“¿Algo sobre mi?” hace una breve pausa y observo como sus cejas se elevan y su lengua filosa se desliza por su labio inferior pero su mirada sigue intacta hacía el frente. “Bueno tengo veintitrés años, vivo solo. Um tengo una hermana, mi mejor amigo se llama Frank y mi hobbie es salir a pasear en mi precioso lamborghini. Mi color favorito es el azul y creo que eso es todo” 

 Ese era Willy desde su punto de vista, desde el mío, Willy es: Adorable y caliente, una mezcla extraña. Bonita piel, largas pestañas, lindo perfil. Auto costoso igual a vida lujosa, aunque eso solo es una teoría. 

“Ahora tú” me dice en un tono aniñado imposible de ignorar, y entonces me veo obligado a voltear mi vista hacía ‘cualquier lado que no sea su rostro que acaba de voltear a verme’ y en uno de esos instantes en los que regreso a la tierra recuerdo que hemos ido en dirección contraria a mi casa y que de hecho, jamás mencioné donde vivo. 

Y lo más importante, aún me encontraba con un desconocido, no tan desconocido ahora. ¿Qué haría mamá en estos momentos? 

“¿Donde estamos yendo Willy?” cambio de tema e inevitablemente sueno asustado y este ríe ante eso. 

“Tranquilo, no soy un asesino en serie o un violador si eso es lo que estás pensando. Solo quiero enseñarte algo.” me dice calmado y divertido, y por un momento me siento como si estuviera hablando con un amigo de toda la vida y no tuviera porqué temer o entrar en pánico entonces me relajo y suelto todo el aire retenido en mis pulmones. 

12:20 a.m.

 Observo en silencio como Willy estaciona el coche a un costado de la carretera, pero no me asusto, simplemente espero a que algo suceda. 

 Entonces él enciende la radio y una canción empieza a sonar. 

 X

“¿Te gusta?” pregunta en un susurro como si estuviera por contarme un secreto que nadie podía oír.

 Es preciosa.

“Sí” 

“Es mi canción favorita” me dice ilusionado, “Cierra tus ojos Samuel, solo un momento” 

 Realmente sonaba extraño pero nadie estaba allí, así que hice lo que me pidió sin desconfiar de él. 

 Mis parpados se sellaron y pronto todos mis sentidos se agudizaron, podía sentirlo todo. La letra de la canción, las gotas de lluvia cayendo con rudeza. 

Podía escuchar mi corazón latiendo, podía escuchar el corazón de Willy también. 

También pude escucharle acomodarse sobre su asiento e inclinarse hacía delante, entonces decidí abrir mi ojos. 
Él se encontraba mirandome con una pequeña sonrisa y quise besarlo, y así lo hice. 

 Tomé de su suave mejilla y rocé aquellos labios rosados y suaves con los míos. Más que un beso se trataba de una caricia, una caricia hacía un desconocido que me enseñó que aún podía sentir mi corazón dentro de mi, que aún latía a pesar de tanto daño hace años atrás.  

“Me agradas” le escucho decir al apartarse entonces sonrío, es absurdo y no deja de ser extraño pero es agradable. Willy es agradable. 

“Tú también me agradas. Tal vez, podríamos ser amigos.” 

“Te llevaré a casa” me dice entre risas y me siento perdido.

“¿Qué pasa?” 

“Es que tú, tienes un concepto extraño por amigos” me explica volviendo a partirse en risas y no me defiendo ante eso, porque quizás está muy en lo cierto pero no quiero llamarlo de otra forma de momento, así que está bien. Él sigue riendo y pronto me uno y ambos estamos riendo ahora, y ya ni siquiera es gracioso pero no nos detenemos. 

01:00 am.

 Aún sigue lloviendo pero eso no importa porque Willy me ha traído de vuelta a casa. 

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 Feliz cumpleaños @celylovegood te quiero mucho, espero que te guste.♥

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aj offers a beaming, gummy smile : chubby hands grasping at her father's face as she leans in to cover him with sloppy, slobbery baby kisses.

SHE SMELLED LIKE CHOCOLATE AND BABY POWDER , he smelled like whiskey and cologne. she , a summertime’s dream ; he , an autumn’s song. rough hands ( crafted by war and hurt ) now caress her gently , index fingers and thumb holding her tiny , tiny wrists as he balances her on his knees. a grin is apparent , ivories showing , glinting under the fluorescent light. his lips are pursed , eyes crossed , scrunching his face into the most ridiculous expressions until … EUREKA ! 

she laughed , soft like spring’s chimes , eyes full of wonder and curiosity for her father never looked like this , he’s never looked so silly in front of her ! he feels his heart skip a beat , feels his daughter wriggle from his grasp and decides to let her go , only to then hold her by the back of her waist. almost immediately , soft hands press upon his face , unshaven , exploring the different textures of his face. he allows this ( with her , he allows EVERYTHING ) , gentle chuckling escaping carnation lips , blue eyes watching how her tiny body worked ( she was so small , FRAGILE , he could BREAK her , oh GOD , does he DESERVE her ? ) as she attempted to clamber over him. he laughs at this , loud and proud , mouth opening to utter words in a higher octave :

“ who’s a cute girl ? who’s my cutesy , wootsy , girl ? you are ! you are the cutest , yes you are ! he leans in , nose to nose , grin still very much apparent ; kisses her briefly on each of her cheeks before withdrawing. she rebuttals , much to his surprise , saliva coating his cheeks and neck and nose as she , o’ the love of his life , tried to give him the exact same kisses. 

IF THIS IS THE BLISS OF BEING A FATHER , THEN WHY DID MINE LEAVE ? brows knit , discomfort rising to his features like bile up his throat. he shakes his head ( focus , sterling , focus ) , and rests his gaze on her. she is an angel in the form of a human , his love , his light , his one ray of hope ——— HE LOVED HER. he loved her like he’s never loved anyone before ; fierce loyalty settled and burned in his belly , infatuation filling his head. suddenly , he holds her close , rests her head against his chest , broad arms wrapping around her body like a blanket. eyes flutter shut , whispering words she knows she can’t understand , but hope she will anyways. 

                    “ i’ll be here for you abbiejean. i love you.

gracieminabox  asked:

For the Five Types of Canon thing: Len. (Duh.) I already did one for him, but I'm rusty and it wasn't my best, and you are the Master of Len, so.

Originally posted by readysteadytrek

Oh, god, Gracie.

I got carried away.

(ftr, I have deleted like, 12 paragraphs of head/heart/soul canon, because I’ve got to stop somewhere)

cutting, because the last bit of this is nsfw


CanonWhat actually happened.

Leonard McCoy was a prodigy of medicine.

Len, canonically, was born in 2227. From TAS, we know he entered medical school at the age of 19 (in or before 2245). The fact that he was leading inoculation programs on colonized planets in the early 2250′s (in his mid 20′s) seems to confirm this.

(i’m gonna stop here, otherwise, we’ll be here forever)

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“Hi, Gracie!…Oh, nothing much, got some people over…Really? That’s adorable!” Another person anxious to discuss offspring with him! It’s like a plague.

(Madeleine weeps bitterly, her heart a shattered wasteland.)

In addition to Marius’s friends, Paul keeps bringing people home from work. Polly Esther doesn’t mind, exactly, but she sometimes feels outnumbered. She should invite one or two of her own friends over…

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I have one thing to say about this:

KALINDA WOULD BE SO FUCKING PROUD.

Old Scars/ Future Hearts

Hey so yeah, look who finally has something new for you all to read! Sorry it’s been so long since my last update, but things have been a bit… crazy to say the least. I’ve had a bit of writer’s block and it’s made me really self doubt my stuff a lot. 

ANYWAYS…

This came from an ask I got earlier in the week, “ Imagine fucking frank in the janitors closet at your highschool reunion.” And of course, even though I have a ton of requests that need to be written, I had to write this straight away. This is just one way I decided to interpret it, there was a few other plot ideas I had that I could’ve gone with (that I could also write if anyone wants more of these style of imagines…) Hopefully requests will be posted more frequently starting now so thanks for being so patient! :) xx

Warnings: Smut, bit of negative self thoughts…

“”Frank, really, you don’t have to do this, you can just drop me off, I’ll be okay.” You mumbled, glancing over at the building in the distance. Just sitting in the parking lot brought back uneasy memories, your eyes dancing from the bright lights filling the gymnasium windows to the clusters of people standing by the entrance, smoking on the warm July night.

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She’s A Spitting Image Of You

Oh look at me uploading a one shot I had 80% written to try to keep you all distracted from the fact that I haven’t uploaded Life Unplanned in three weeks. Soon, I promise. Its just finals time at school. Let me know if you guys like this one. And clearly there’s been a theme to my writing lately, but I just cant help it. Summer time there will be more of a variety as I have lots more free time. As always thanks for reading

SFW 1800 words

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When Chester See was twenty two he knew he wanted children. He was fresh out of college and in love with his new girlfriend, and couldn’t help think of the fact that one day, they could be that family walking down the grocery store aisle, hand in hand, pushing the carriage with the brand new baby in it.

The fact that he wanted children was only solidified more when he sat in his sister’s house, holding his three day old niece in his arms for the very first time. She was breathtakingly beautiful, and so sweet it nearly broke his heart, and all he could think was if it was even possible to love someone more than he loved this tiny tiny baby he met only moments ago.

So when Chester See found himself single, and alone at thirty years old, he decided to distract himself with new job after new job to avoid the fact that he was pretty sure he would never love anyone again after his very recent ex-girlfriend broke his heart.

Six month later he met the most stunning 5'9 blonde who he was nearly incapable of speaking around without nervously stuttering and giggling. It was like he was 18 old years all over again, and had the biggest crush on the prettiest girl in the high school.

Three months after that, Chester See told Grace Anne Helbig that he loved her for the first time, and deep down in his heart, he knew that was the last time, he would say I love you to someone for the first time. Grace was the love of his life, and he didn’t plan on falling in love with anyone else ever again. Well not until they have children, but that probably won’t be for a few more years. Granted he had only just told her he loved her. It was a little early to start picking out baby names.

The first time Chester realized that kids might not happen for them, was at about two AM on a Saturday night as they stood on opposite sides of the bed screaming at each other. Grace had cracked a joke about how much she hated shooting scene with the little girl in her show today, Chester rolled his eyes at her and said she wouldn’t hate it when it was their own child, and that’s when all hell broke lose. Chester had always heard Grace crack jokes about how much she hates children, but to him it was always part of her schtick, she wasn’t completely serious, or so he thought. Until now when he watched her absolutely losing her mind over the prospect of ever having a child.

The second time he realized it probably wasn’t going to happening was two months later, when Grace was three weeks late. He stood in the middle of their bathroom holding Grace who was in the middle of a full fledged panic attack, solely over opening the box to the pregnancy test. She hadn’t even taken it yet. As he held a sobbing Grace, he realized that she really was serious about not having children.

So years went by and Chester slowly started to accept that his Grace and Goose were as close to a family as they would ever be, and he spent more and more time with his niece and his friends kids, to get it out of his system as he explained it to Grace. She watched him over the years as he pushed aside his desire to be a father for her, and over time, it did something to her in return. It made her want to give him what hew anted most. 

It made Grace want to be the one to Chester that opportunity.

And on McKenna’s sixth birthday, (which also happens to be Christmas) Grace handed McKenna a present to go give to her uncle.

Grace had told his sister and his mother beforehand, so they gathered around to watch as his niece would give him his favorite gift ever.

He opened the box and pulled out the white shirt, he smiled brightly at his niece, not paying attention to the details of it, solely thanking her for his gift.

“Auntie Gracie got it for you.” McKenna giggled as Chester kissed her on the cheek. “You have to read it!” She jumped up and down in excitement.

“Oh Auntie Gracie helped you pick this out? Cool. Ok lets see what it…” he trailed off as he lay out the shirt in front of him. He was quiet for a moment as everyone watched him process what it said.

“Number One Dad.” He whispered, looking up at Grace,

She smiled and nodded at him. “Yeah. In less than five months, you can wear that shirt.” She smiled realizing that she was so very glad that she was able to be the one that put that unbelievably large, and overwhelming smile on his face.


The day Grace went into labor was the scariest day of his life. He had been ready to be a dad since the day Grace had told him she was pregnant, until now. Suddenly it was all too real, and he wasn’t ready. He hadn’t read enough books, he hadn’t prepared for how scared he would be for Grace, and how much it would kill him to see her go through all of that pain and torment.

And then, at 2:12 am on Tuesday April 20th, 2018 he got the best birthday present he could ever ask for. A little girl. Seven pounds, six ounce, and overwhelming sweetness.

As he sat next to Grace on her hospital bed holding their little girl who was only hours old, he sang to his daughter and her mother, their lullaby, and watched as they both let their eyes close and leaving him wondering if this moment was even real.


All of these moments had lead to him, sitting in their studio, on a hot Los Angeles day, as Grace sat at her computer editing her newest video, and his six year old daughter sat on his lap as he played the piano.

“Daddy?” She asked placing her small hand on top of his. He smiled and stop playing for a moment. “Can I do it?” She asked, hovering her hands above the keys.

“Of course sweet pea. Do you want me to show you?”

She nodded and watched as Chester played three simple notes. She hesitated, and then copied him, instantly squealing in delight.

“Great job Emma!” Chester said beaming with pride.

“More!” She chanted as she placed her hands on the keys again.

Chester played six notes this time, and Emma reciprocated them flawlessly.

Grace, hearing her daughters giggles pulled herself away from her editing, and sat back watching as her daughter proved to her, for not the first time, that she was all her father.  Granted, She had caramel colored eyes, that had to have come from Grace’s family, and she was rapidly growing taller every day, with legs that were obscenely long for a little girl, but her love for the piano, and her constant singing, and her sweet two sizes too big for her body heart, and goofy personality were all Chester. And ever since she was able to talk and walk, Grace had seen that music was what the little girl would fall in love with.

And the fact that she was a daddy’s girl only added to this. She was constantly by Chester’s side, from the moment she was born. Which Grace attributed to the fact that Chester was a huge softy, and picked her up the second she even whimpered from they day they brought her home, to sleeping in her crib with her when she wouldn’t go down easily, and then sleeping on the floor of her room when they finally bought her a “big girl bed” but she was too scared of the monsters underneath it.

“Show me how to play our lullaby.” Emma said, staring up at Chester, caramel eyes warm and full.

Chester nodded, scootching up closer to the keys.

“Ok, you ready?” He asked as he let his hands move swiftly through the keys and Emma watched, absorbing.

Grace leaned against the wall, closing her eyes for a moment as the familiar tune filled the room. It had been her lullaby ever since they had been dating. The song Chester would sing to her when she couldn’t sleep, or when she was overly anxious, or sometimes just because. And then when Emma was born, it just instinctively became their lullaby.

The piano filled the room, as Emma watched her father intently, studying his hands. Grace giggled to herself as she saw her daughter bite her lip anxiously, itching to jump in.  She was amazed at how naturally her daughter could pick up music, and it made her love both of them so much more.

“Ready, join me whenever you want.” She heard Chester encourage. And suddenly she smiled as she heard the notes falter, and two sets of hands playing the piano. It was beautiful how naturally Emma picked up the piano just like Chester.

She struggled over and over again to keep up, but it was beautiful none the less.

“You’re doing great. Keep going!” Chester encouraged. She could hear the smile he was wearing in his voice. Suddenly the music came to a crashing halt as her fingers stumbled over each other.

“Oh no. I messed up.” Emma said in a defeated tone. Grace could see her on the edge of tears. That was her mother in her. At only six years old she was obsessed with the piano, and begged to practice every day. It worried Grace a little, but her daughter was happy. And that’s all that mattered. Plus Chester was good at keeping an eye on her.

“Oh no sweetheart you were doing so good.” Chester said turning to her. “You are by far the best six year old at the piano I have ever seen. You are even better than I was at your age!” He said, as he scooped her up and place his daughter on his lap.

“Yeah?” She asked quietly, resting her head against her father’s chest, and bringing her knees up to her own.

“Yeah. You’re amazing.” Chester said kissing her on the top of her head.

“Hey baby girl.” Grace said as she walked over to the piano bench.

“Mama!” Emma perked up instantly at her mother’s presence.

“I heard you playing the piano. You sounded amazing.” She smiled sitting next to Chester.

“You think so?” Emma asked, not budging from Chester’s embrace. Yup such a daddy’s girl.

“You’re so good, just like Daddy.” She smiled, gently caressing her daughter cheek, slightly tickling her neck.

“Mumma stop! That tickles.” Emma giggled, turning even further into Chester chest.

Chester sighed watching the two loves of his life as the laughed together in front of him, and he couldn’t help but think back on all the events, and all the dead ends, and hopeless lonely nights in his life, that all landed him here. In a house in LA, with the most gorgeous girlfriend who was the love of his life, and the most spectacular daughter they could have ever created.  

I actually drew this months ago because I love your school au so much, but I never posted it, so here you go!!! It may look pixelated because sai crashed when I was almost done w/ it and refused to work again so I had to use ms paint. :-(

GRACIE OH MY GOD I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS IT’S ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS AND ADORABLE JUST LOOK AT THOSE COLORS AND THOSE LINES AND ROY THE BIG DOOFUS AND HAWKEYE JUST SO GORGEOUS I CANNOT BELIEVE

AND YOU DID SOME OF IT IN MS PAINT TOO???? D AN G