Kit Connor Imagines

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summary: kit meets your family for the very first time

f/m= family member (preferably someone you like)

I tried to write this chapter somewhat differently, but I don't know if it's good to read so please tell me if you liked it, or if it was worse or that you didn't notice anything at all. (:

It was the day Kit feared the most. Today was his first time of meeting Y/n's family.

Sure, Kit had met the close ones, like mother and father but this was one of the few occasions where all of Y/n's family would be at a place and they came up with the idea of him meeting them today.

Kit didn't have anything against them, he didn't even know them, but knowing that their first impression on him mattered so much to him was bad.

He was in his bedroom getting ready for the dinner when Y/n finally came home.

Y/n's POV:

"I'm home." I shout, dragging the "o" out. Kit is nowhere to be found in the living room and kitchen, so I move to the bedroom, where he luckily is.

It takes me a few minutes to address the entire situation, to caught up in each detail.

He was wearing a black pair of dress pants, combined with a white button up shirt. As it seems, I had walked in on him doing his hair because the hair gel was still visible on his hands and a brush between his knees hinted this too.

"And? Do you think this looks okay?" The smile on his face is obviously anxious, his breath somewhat uneven.

"You look great and believe me: they'll love you." I move from my spot in the doorway so I can press my lips to his cheek, smiling.

"I'll get changed too." I inform, searching for something appropriate to wear in my part of the closet.
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When we're both ready to go, me faster than Kit, I lock the door behind me, moving to keep up with Kit's steps.

When we get in the car, I look at him from the rear view, smiling. I pull out of the driveway and start driving, all in an unusual silence.

Normally, Kit and I would be chatting on our way anywhere. We'd talk about each other's days and plans we had, or just things we thought were generally interesting.

I look over at Kit once or twice, noticing him fidget with his fingers. "Kit, you really don't have to be nervous. You already know some of the people there and the rest of them will love you, and even if they don't: you can just stay with f/m and I." I smile and notice him calm down, even if it's just a little, I'm glad I could help him.

After what seems to me like an eternity, we finally reach our destination: my grandparents' house.

I park our car as close as I can and open my door, visibly to Kit's disappointment.

When both of his feet hit the floor, I can hear him let out a breath, smiling.

The closer we get to the house, the more sounds seem to be coming from it. It feels like it's been a lifetime since I've made my dearest memories in this place, and I can just hope for Kit making similar experiences here.

I knock twice and when my hands want to touch the door for the third time it already opens, leaving me to remember how fast my family can be if they intend to.

I'm greeted with the face of my cousin, much older than the last time we've met each other but still the same features. "Y/n! You made it, and this must be Kit, right?"

Brown eyes are focused on the boy next to me and he nods, the smile never leaving his face. "Yes, that must be me. It's a pleasure to meet you." He extends his hand to shake theirs, but they wrap their arms around him.

"I'm f/m. Y/n told me so much about you." Are the first words we hear when we finally step into the house, the smell of home immediately embracing me.

Kit goes through all the introductions trying to remember all the names, which is rather hard because of all the people attending.

When it's finally time for dinner, I can sense the anxiousness overcome him again, something I had hoped wouldn't happen.

It seemed to me that he was warming up to them, but dinner tends to be the time people ask most questions and Kit knew this.

His hand intertwines with my own, his fingers warm against my skin. He stays by my side for most of the dinner, his shoulder occasionally bumping into my own.

My family seems to shift their focus on Kit, something that shouldn't make him uncomfortable since he's an actor, but it nonetheless makes him grip my hand a bit tighter.

The questions they ask seem to be normal, the only unanswerable ones coming from the younger ones at the table.

Kit seems to have gotten a feeling of what answers my family wants and what he shouldn't say and everybody seated can tell the difference in his demeanour.

It's easier for us to talk and laugh when Kit finally feels more comfortable with my family, something I find makes me feel very content.

Nonetheless, the time for Kit and I to go comes around and I feel a little melancholic to leave this place. Kit's warm hand rests on my thigh and I smile at him.

"I think it's time for us to leave now, sadly."

After we all say our goodbyes and Kit and I are seated in our car again, I turn to look at him. "And?" He smiles, nodding his head while I turn on the engine. "It was great."