Bill Hader Imagines

You Make Me Nervous (Little Vivvy)

Warnings: Male Reader

Y/N was super nervous to start his new job. The Van Kimpton ladies had put an ad in the paper saying that they needed a strong man to help then around their house doing odd jobs. He called the number in their ad, and they told him to by Monday to get started.

He walked up their front steps and knocked down the door. He heard someone say they were coming, and the door opened, revealing a woman on the other side. Y/N cleared his throat before he spoke.

"G-Good morning, Miss Van Kimpton. I'm Y/N L/N. I'm the one who called about your ad the paper."
"Yes, of course. Please, just call me Little Vivvy or just Vivvy. You're a lot older that I expected. Wouldn't you come in and meet mother."

Y/N smiled and nodded as Vivvy let him in their house. He looked around at the inside of the house and noticed that it just looked like a basic house on the inside. Vivvy walked towards the staircase, and he stopped walking behind her, not wanting to overstep his welcome. She turned around and offered him a small smile.

"If you want to follow me, mother is upstairs."
"A-Are you sure it's okay if I go up there?"
"Of course. Mother won't mind. She's dying to meet you."

Y/N nodded and followed her upstairs. He didn't want to say it out loud, but he thought that Vivvy was gorgeous. She made him a little nervous, and he felt drawn to her. He knew that that he just met her, but he couldn't help his feeling. He snapped out of his thoughts as Vivvy spoke to him.

"So, Y/N, are you married? Any children?"
"Uh, n-no ma'am. I'm not married, and I don't have any children. I don't even have a girlfriend."
"Well, that's too bad. You're a handsome man."

Y/N blushed at Vivvy's comment, and he thanked God that she didn't see him. They made it up the stairs, and Vivvy opened a bedroom door. Y/N followed her into a bedroom with two beds in it. He watched as Vivvy walked over and gave an elderly woman a kiss on her cheek.

"Mother, this is Y/N. He's the man we hired to work around the house."
"He's not what I expected. How old are you?"

Y/N cleared his throat before speaking.

"I'm 40, and it's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Van Kimpton."
"Shouldn't you have a stable, well paid job or something?"
"I was recently laid off, and I'm looking for temporary work to earn a little money so I can save up and find a new one."
"Well, why are you still standing here? There's work to be done."
"Yes ma'am."

With that, Y/N followed Vivvy back down stairs and out the back door to a little equipment shed. Vivvy opened the door to shed and smiled at Y/N.

"So, today, we need you to cut the grass and trim the hedges in the front and back yard. Everything you need should be in the shed. Just make sure you put everything back when you're finished."
"Yes ma'am."

Y/N walked into the shed and rolled his sleeves up. He moved over to the lawnmower, checking how much gas was in it. Vivvy watched him for a few minutes before heading back inside. He got started in the grass not wanting to waist anymore time.

He decided that he would start in the front yard and work his way to the back. It took him around an hour to cut the grass and trim the hedges in the front yard. Swear was soaking through his shirt so he decide pull it off. Just as he did, Vivvy walked outside carrying a glass of cold water.

Vivvy stopped as soon as she saw a shirtless Y/N dragging the lawnmower to the backyard. He stretched his muscles, and Vivvy couldn't help but stare at him. She wanted to massage the soreness out of all his muscles and run her hands across his chest. Y/N causally looked up toward the house, and his eyes went wide as he saw Vivvy staring at him. She saw him look at her, and she tried to clear her head.

"I figured you were thirsty so I brought you a glass of water."

Y/N began to walk to the house, and he wrapped his arms around his chest once he got closer. When he finally reached her, she handed him the glass, and he took a big drink from it. He sat the glass down and Vivvy smiled at him.

"I-I'm sorry for walking around with my shirt off. I just got really hot."
"There's no need to apologize. I completely understand. It is very hot today. Why don't you take a break and chat with me for a minute?"
"Uh, yeah. I'd love to."

Vivvy and Y/N sat down at the outside table, and they began to talk about their lives. She told him about her mother's singing career, and how she was a choir girl and why she had to stop. He told her about his family and what it was like to have a dad who fought in WWII. He noticed that the sun was beginning to get lower in the sky, and he stood up.

"Well, I better get started again before it gets too late. I really enjoyed our talk."
"I did too. Could I ask you one more question?"
"Of course."
"Do you think I'm pretty?"

Y/N bent down on one knee and grabbed both of her hands. He smiled at her when she looked at him in his eyes.

"I think you're absolutely gorgeous."
"Really?"
"Yes, I do. You make me nervous. No woman had ever made me feel like this. You're so different that the others, and I feel drawn to you. I can't really explain how I feel. I just know I feel it right here."

Y/N pointed at his heart, and Vivvy smiled widely at him. His heart was beating like crazy as he moved one of his hands to cup her cheek. He gently guided her face down towards his, and he captivated her lips in a a gentle kiss. She planted her hands in the back of his hair and kissed him back.

When the need for air became to great, they pulled away, and Vivvy blushed as Y/N smiled at her. He stood back up, and she leaned back in her chair.

"I'm gonna get back to work."
"Okay. Will you leave your shirt off? It's terrible hot, and I wouldn't want you to have a heat stroke."
"Anything for you, sweetheart."

He winked at her, and she smiled and giggled to herself, attempting to rid her face of the blush that overtook it. Vivvy felt that she and Y/N had a connection that made sparks fly. She liked him, and she was happy that he liked her too. She had feeling that they were destined to be together, and who was she to try to stop destiny from doing what it was made to do.