#god it is 5:30 in the morning i need to go to sleep i am so sorry

[mymindcreatedthis]

Morning Sex 18+

Reader x Caitlin Foord

Warning: Smut, Smut, Smut

Word count: 3.6k

*Y/n's Pov*

Creampie #3:

I can't take it anymore I cum deep inside her. Caitlin moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum inside her, painting her walls white. I help Caitlin ride out her high once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her.

Thick cum pours out of her and drips down her thighs and onto the bed. 

"Fuck my tits." Caitlin says.

Fuck that may have been the hottest think I've heard. I sit on her stomach and place my dick between her tits. Caitlin covers my dick in spit and slowly strokes my dick with her tits.

I moan and lean my head back and close my eyes as she continues to jerk me off with her tits. I massage my boobs roughly as she continues to stroke my dick with her tits.

I moan. "Mmm your tits feel amazing wrapped around my dick baby."

"Fuck my tits baby, cum all over my tits and face." Caitlin says seductively.

She strokes my dick with her tits faster than before. I moan loudly as I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming. After 5 more minutes I feel my balls tighten.

Cumshot:

I can't take it anymore, I cum all over her tits some of the cum goes on her face and in her mouth. I moan as my cum continues to slowly ooze out of my dick and onto her tits.

"Better?" Caitlin giggles.

"Yes much better. Thank you." I moan.

Caitlin Cutely giggles and kisses me. She gets up, she grabs new clothes and goes into the bathroom and showers.

I lay there staring at the ceiling. I pant catching my breath and coming down from my high.

Holy shit, that was amazing. Caitlin came out of the shower and joined me in bed, let's just say we went another round and ended up falling asleep naked.

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*Y/n's pov*

I'm rudely woken up by the sun shining in my eyes. I groan and look at the time. 8:30 am.

I sigh and rub the sleep from my eyes. Caitlin had her head in my chest, our legs were tangled together and her arms wrapped around me. Caitlin moves her hand and places it on my dick, I bite my lips as she does this.

*Caitlins Pov* wet dream

I can't get enough of Y/n. The tone of her body, her smile, her beautiful smile sending shivers down my body every time I see it. Her tits.... The way her tits so perfect, her dick. God I can't get enough of her dick, she has such amazing dick game.

"Y/n fuck me please, I need you inside me." I moan as I sit on her legs and kiss her repeatedly.

"Okay baby..... get on all fours." She cutely smiles. Y/n gives me one more kiss, before pushing me back onto the bed.

I haven't felt this way in a long time. Feeling this horny felt a bit tiring, just wanting Y/n to do something to me, to please me how I knew she could. I get on all fours as she tells me too, Y/n kneels behind me and begins to tease my dripping pussy with her throbbing length.

Without a word I gasp and moan as she spanks my ass and slides her dick inside me. I moan as I take her length deep inside me, she started off slowly before getting faster and faster. Her balls bouncing off my ass every so often she'd spank me, her spanks getting harder and harder.

"F-Fuck Y/n please keep going." I moaned as I arched my back further, my head buried into the pillows.

"You like that Caitlin, me fucking you as hard as I want. Spanking you and making your pussy mine."  Y/n moaned gripping my ass.

"Yes I love it, I'm getting so close." I moaned again, as Y/n showed no mercy to my pussy, going faster and harder.

She kept going thrusting in and out of me, letting out a moan and a grunt after each thrust. My brain was going crazy, my eyes rolling to the back of my head after every thrust Y/n was giving me. My body jolting forward more and more from the force she was fucking me with.

Y/n slowly traveled her hand up my body, first gripping my ass, then Slowly rubbing my back until she grabbed my ponytail pulling it allowing her to go even deeper inside me.

"F-Fuck Y/n I'm going to, I'm going to cum... please let me cum." I moaned as I gripped the sheets. Y/n still had a tight grip of my hair her thrusts not slowing down.

"Cum for me, be a good slut and cum all over my dick." Y/n moaned.

It didn't take long until I felt that familiar knot forming in my stomach once she gave me permission. "F-Fuck Y/n." I yelled as I begin to squirt all over her dick and stomach, liquid leaking out of my pussy.

Y/n gave me one final  spank before pulling out, not wanting to give my body too much of a shock. Looking down at her stomach and her still hard throbbing length, she looked back up at me.

"You've made a mess all over my stomach Caitlin." She said shaking her head with a slight smile. "Clean up your mess slut."

I blush darkly, her words making me super wet and making my legs weak. I didn't say anything, I got into the position she wanted me in, my face leveled with her length. She placed her hand in my hair as I begin to lick up my cum off her stomach. Y/n guiding my head around her stomach, her taking control of my head movement.

"Such a naughty girl for making such a mess all over me." Y/n smirks as she shook her head. Still guiding my head around her stomach. "Open that mouth of yours." Y/n whispers brushing her thumb over my lips.

I did as I was told, immediately opening my mouth. Y/n didn't hesitate she slides her hard throbbing length in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat immediately causing me to gag.

"Your mouth is amazing." Y/n moaned as she began to lightly thrust, her hands gripping my scalp slightly all I could do was choke and gag.

"Get all the cum off my dick for me." Y/n said taking another hard grip to not my pony tail as she sped up her movements.

My eyes begin to water, spit running out of my mouth covering Y/n's dick.

"So sloppy baby you're gonna make me cum. Keep going keep taking me and you can have all my cum down that throat of yours." Y/n moaned again gripping my hair tightly.

Throat pie:

One final push of my head, taking her entire length down my throat she exploded inside my mouth, painting my throat white with her sticky cum.

I gulped swallowing her entire load, licking my lips to collect any that dripped out of my mouth from being too full.

"You taste amazing baby." I hummed as I swallowed the last of her cum.

"You cleaned me up so well. Like the good girl I know you are, there's a lot more where that came from." Y/n said kissing my lips.

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End of Caitlin's wet dream *Y/n's pov*

Caitlin begins to stroke my dick. I quietly moan in pleasure as she does this, Caitlin kisses and sucks on one of my tits and continues to stroke my dick. I moan in pleasure as she does this.

Caitlin stirs awake and giggles. "Sorry baby. I'm really horny."

I moan and smile. "It's okay baby, did you have a wet dream?"

"Such a wet dream. All about you, I just need you so badly, please Y/n." She cutely begged.

"I'm sure I can help you out with that baby." I smiled and pulled her into a kiss. I pull away from the kiss Caitlin let out a small moan and immediately blushes darkly as she turns dark red.

"Someone's very turned on." I giggle.

"I just want morning sex please Y/n. Please I've woken up so fucking wet I need you so bad." Caitlin begged.

I smiled to the noise of Caitlin's begging voice. "Lay down then baby."

Caitlin quickly lays down, on her back. Her bed head still in tact, a slight bit of sleep still visible in her eyes. "Someone's very turned sexy baby, I'm gonna devour that pussy of yours." I moaned.

I start kissing her inner thighs. Before moving to her stomach watching her breath hitch at the sensation of my kisses.

"Please Y/n, hurry up." Caitlin moaned. Her hand  taking my ponytail, turning it into a make shift bub for her to grab pushing my head deeper where she needed me.

I give in to Caitlin's beg and immediately lick her slick folds holding her legs apart stopping her from closing her legs.

"Fuck Y/n, please go faster." She moaned slightly digging her nails in my scalp.

I smirk at her reaction Caitlin was giving me, her being so turned on, her moans echoing through the room this early in the morning was turning me on. I could feel myself getting harder and harder and throbbing.

Ignoring my length becoming bigger and bigger I spit on her clit and begin to suck feeling her squirm under my touch.

"You close baby?" I whispered as I snaked my hand up her body taking a light grip of her right boob.

"Yes, S-So close Y/n, I'm going to cum." She responded moaning, her eyes glued shut as I kept working my tongue through her folds.

Caitlin's moans became louder and louder as I begin to taste her cum on my tongue. Caitlin grinds her hips against me as she cums, her cum leaking all over my face as she pushed my face further into her entrance. I lick up all of Caitlin's cum that was left, causing her to shake from being over  stimulated.

"Fuck." Caitlin moaned sweat dripped from her forehead.

"You all done." I questioned jokingly knowing Caitlin's reaction.

"No baby, please. I need you still. Woke up needing you so bad, I'm not done yet." Caitlin pleaded.

"I know, I know I'm joking. Get on your hands and knees baby, I want your ass." I softly ordered watching Caitlin's face change from worry to a more fiery look.

She got off her back immediately getting onto her hands and knees. "You made me so hard from all your moaning baby, need to use you for my release." I moaned giving Caitlin a light spank as I lined my dick up with her hole teasing it slightly.

"Please Y/n, use me for your release please." Caitlin moaned back gripping the sheets after every spank that connected with her ass.

"Don't worry, I will." I replied thrusting my length inside of her giving her no time to think.

"Uuuhuh f-fuck." Caitlin moaned. "You're fucking huge Y/n."

I stayed still for a second, giving her time to get used to the full feeling she was being put through before. "You like the feeling of me filling you up with my dick baby this early in the morning?" I moaned as I thrust in and out of her slowly, I moan and pick up the pace going faster and rougher taking grip of her hips.

"I love it so much baby. Please, please fill me up with your cum." She moaned turning me on all the more.

My thrusts became faster and rough then before after the words that left Caitlin's mouth. The sight of her ass rippling, bouncing off my thighs pushing me on, making my balls tighten.

"I'm gonna cum so hard, you're so tight baby." I moaned spanking her ass again and gripping it tightly.

"Do it Y/n, cum in my ass. Fill it up." Caitlin begged.

I kept going, thrusting as hard as I could hearing the effect, the feeling I was putting Caitlin through.

"F-Fuck Caitlin... I'm gon-"

Creampie:

I'm not able to warn Caitlin in time as I shoot my cum deep inside her ass. Filling her up to the brim, some dripping out and down her leg.

"Fuck baby, I'm sorry I couldn't warn you. I've filled you up so much." I giggled at the sight I had created inside her ass giving her one final spank.

"I feel so full, thank you." Caitlin moaned.

She stood up off the bed making her way over to the window that faces out to the into the backyard.

"I want you to have my pussy baby, pushing me up against the window under the sunlight." Caitlin requested extremely turned on and craving more.

"Are you sure? People might see." I say biting my lip as I check out her ass in front of me.

"Then why don't we put on a show for them." Caitlin giggled in response getting in position.

"If you say so." I giggled.

The girl knew what she wanted and all I had to do was give it to her. Getting off the bed, I made my way over to Caitlin. Her tits up against the window, I kiss around her neck and her back teasing her soaking wet folds with my tip.

I insert my length inside of her, she gasped a the sudden full feeling. Her legs buckled slightly as she stabilized herself standing as she began to lean forward and backwards riding my dick as she stayed pinned against the window.

"Fuck baby you like the risk of people seeing you?" I moaned gripping slightly at her ponytail, pulling her hair so she was looking a me.

"Fuck baby I love it so much, love the way you'rere having me against the window." She moaned.

I begin to speed up my thrusts, moving her hands against the window so she could hold herself up, her entire body now pressed against the window. Giving anyone who walked past the window an amazing view.

The sight of Caitlin's ass bouncing began to push me to the edge slightly, my balls getting closer and closer to releasing a load of cum.

"I'm getting close baby, are you going to be a good girl and be ready for my load?" I grunted, gripping her ass tightly.

"Yes baby, going to be such a good girl. Give me all that cum, fill me up like the slut I am." She yelled clearly being turned on all the more by the thought of me filling her up.

Her pussy felt like heaven, tightly gripped around my dick. Her grip only getting tighter.

"Fuck Caitlin I-I'm....."

Creampie:

I couldn't take her tight grip anymore. My hands pushing her against the window as I filled her pussy up with my white sticky cum.

"Oh my fucking god Caitlin, you're filled to the brim." I moaned as I looked at the mess I had left behind inside her. Some cum slowly dripping out, down her leg and onto the carpet.

"Fuck Y/n, look at the imprint of my body on the window." She laughed, her hair a mess from me pulling it.

I looked at the window laughing to myself.

"Fuck baby, would have loved to see your boobs pressed up against the window from the other side." I moaned pulling her into me, gripping her ass to pick her up.

Caitlin giggled into my neck as I picked her up placing her back on the bed.

"Can I suck your dick?" Caitlin questioned me as I laid down beside her.

"If that's what you want to do baby I wouldn't stop you." I giggled.

"Just want to feel your morning wood in my mouth." She smiled as she shuffled her way between my legs sorting out her pointy tail for me to hold onto.

"Are you going to be a good girl and take it all?" I questioned as she spat on my dick.

"I'll take all of it, be your good girl." She moaned as she began to slowly jerk me off, spitting on my tip as her spit traveled down my length.

Slowly Caitlin lowered herself head and begin to give me head. Her mouth so warm around the tip of my dick.

"Such a good girl." I moaned as I grip her ponytail just like she wanted me too.

She began to bob her head faster, knowing the effect she had on me, allowing my dick to slide all the way down her throat. Caitlin chokes and gags at the sudden feeling.

"Fuck Caitlin, do that again please." I begged, feeling my eyes roll to the back of my head from the sensation. Sweat dripping down my forehead.

Caitlin did as I pleaded, repeating what she did allowing my dick to once again slide all the way down her throat causing her to gag again. Her spit spluttering everywhere covering my length moving her hand to play with my balls. The way she was playing with my balls began to make them tighten up. Combined with the speed she was bobbing her head, she was pushing me closer and closer to exploding in her mouth.

"Fuck Caitlin, if you keep doing that I'm gonna cum buckets." I moaned as I repositioned my grip on her pony tail guiding her head up and down on my length. I could feel precum leaking out of my dick and into her mouth telling her that I was getting closer to my release.

She hummed against my dick in response as well as the new taste she was experiencing as she gripped onto my thighs to further up her speed.

"Uuuhh F-Fuck Caitlin S-Slo...."

Throat pie:

I couldn't take it anymore. Her mouth was too good, without any warning cum came oozing into her mouth causing her to choke and gag. I kept hold of her head as she took my load, swallowing it all.

"Good slut. Swallow all of that up." I moaned as I pushed her head slightly down making her take my full length one more time.

Releasing her head, Caitlin took a deep breath to help catch her breath. Her eyes watering, her face was a mess from all her spit and drool.

"Fuck baby, your face is such a mess." I moaned as I leaned back taking in the view I was partly responsible for.

"You like my face being a mess?" Caitlin smirked.

"Love it so much, shows that you're mine." I smiled.

Caitlin lays on the bed beside me, we look at each other and smile. "That felt just like the dream I had." She admitted.

"You're so naughty dreaming about me owning your throat." I giggled.

"I couldn't help it." Caitlin giggled. "You just turned me on so much."

We both sighed a sign of fatigue but also a hint of desperation.

"One more?" I questioned.

"One more." Caitlin agreed giggled. "Let me ride you, please in front of the mirror." Caitlin begged.

"Yes please." I answered immediately not turning down an offer so good.

We have a mirror opposite of our bed, every so often when Caitlin in this type of mood she rewards me having sex in front of the mirror allowing me to see both angles.

With a smile on her face Caitlin stood up, facing me she lowered herself down guiding my length into her entrance for one more release.

"Fuck Y/n, I love the way your tits bounce as I ride you." She moaned.

"Suck my nipple Caitlin, and don't stop until we both cum." I ordered her, instantly she latched onto my left nipple sucking roughly placing her right hand on my right boob squeezing it slightly.

She began to ride me bouncing up and down. Her moans were muffled from her sucking on my nipple.

"Fuck baby you feel so good." I moaned gripping her ass as I helped her bounce up and down.

The sound of her ass clapping down onto my skin sounded like music to my ears. The sight of her sucking my nipple turned me on even more.

"You're fucking perfect Caitlin." I moan.

I rest my head against the head board. Letting Caitlin do all the work. I looked over her shoulder into the mirror. The sight of my dick being swallowed up by her pussy was a sight I was not ready for.

"F-Fuck Caitlin, your pussy is swallowing me up." I moan in pleasure.

In response Caitlin bit down on my nipple lightly knowing she wasn't allowed to stop.

"Cum baby, as soon as you cum I'll cum I'm so fucking close." I moan loudly in pleasure.

Suddenly I could feel Caitlins body begin to shake as she begin to bite down on my nipple. Her grip one my right boob getting harder.

*Creampie*

We both cum at the same time. I moan in pleasure as I feel her juices mixed with my cum run down her leg onto mine. My dick leaking with cum continuously, Caitlin carried on riding me until she couldn't  collect any more of my cum before releasing her nipple from my mouth.

"Best morning sex ever." Caitlin moaned as she kissed me lovingly my dick still inside her.

I lift her up and slowly pull out.

"We have to do this every morning." I begged.

"Deal every morning." Caitlin laughs.

[carcarrot]

i did tell you people i met a they might be giant right.

[robin374]

OMG HELLO, I'm not good with English so I'm sorry if it looks bad :((. I come to ask and request mercs for tf2 (or just snipers, scouts and medics) with an s/o who when they sleep together doesn't let them off, they are literally hugging each other from them and for nothing in the world does he want to let them go when they want to get up, thank uu byebye

"Don't go please"

A/N: I'm back from the death. Don't worry pookie I've got you.

Characters: Scout, Sniper, Medic

Info: Gender Neutral Reader. Romantic.

Scout:

I was going to say that he's exaclty the same. However, we all know that this man canno be still while sleeping. He doesn't do it on purpose of course, he is just naturally energetic, so he does in unconsciuly.

He goes to sleep with you between his arms and always thinks to himself: "I won't kick them out of the bed tonight." Only to wake up with you, still asleep, grasping his ankle for dear life at the edge of the bed.

If he wakes up before you, he embraces you and he waits for you to open your eyes to tell you that he held you all the night. Of course, you two have a job to do, and a Soldier out of your room's door screaming for you to 'get your asses up'. Surprisingly, he's the one to get up first, after trying to free himself from your hold.

"Alright, toots, it's time to get up..." he says as he leaves sofy little kisses all over your face.

Sniper:

It may not seem like it, but the moment he feel sconfident and comfortable with you and the relationship, he's exactly the same. i know that I always say it, but I will die on this hill: He's your wet cat man!!

He doesn't move while sleeping, he's usually very calm. There are times that you think he's dead because you can't hear his breathing. However the slight squeeze you receive when you move tells you that he's alive (thank god).

You two always arrive to breakfast late, because those '5 more minutes' become in 10, then 20, 30... Soldier has given up already.

He likes to feel your warmth and smell your unique scent. His tensed up muscles relax whenever he feels you near him, and more if you touch are touching him, even if you two are just locking pinkies togheter.

Whenever you don't let him get up from the bed, he just accepts his defeat and lets you wrap yourself around him. You remind him of a koala to be honest.

Medic:

Everyone thinks that he doesn't sleep...Honestly, I just think that he's the type of person that tells you to go to sleep early but he goes to bed at like 4 am or around that hour. Like he always tells you: "Y/N, you must go to bed early! Your body needs a minimum of 8 hours of sleep. Now go to bed, I will be with you sooner than you think."

Liar.

Even knowing that you are fast asleep and very comfortable in your shared bed he always wakes you up, telling you something really weird about his new experiment. "Do you want to see Scout's liver with legs?" He will ask you with a eager smile. Of course, he will drag you to his laboratory.

Everytime you hold his hand while you rub your eyes with the other. he's so happy to show you new things that he doesn't realize until later that you had been waiting for him. As an apology, he lets you hug him while you sleep. Then in the morning when Soldier knocks on your door he 'politely' tells him to shut up, and manipulates him into thinking that you need to have 8 hours of sleep to be fully focused on that day's battle. So he believes it and lets you sleep.

He's your silly mad scientist.

[12woso12]

Dorothy lands in North London - Part 5

Part 4

When you finally made it back to Emily's apartment block, it was a quarter to seven in the morning. It was obvious that neither you or Kyra were time conscious which you could see being quite a problem for the two of you in the future. Quietly, you slipped inside the block and began to ascend the stairs to the fourth floor, eyes aching from the lack of sleep. Your joggers clung to the bottom of your legs, soaked from hours spent rolling around on wet grass. You must have looked as though you'd been dragged backwards through a hedge.

As you unlocked Emily's apartment door you found the older woman waiting for you at the kitchen counter, stoney expression on her face.

'Decided to return have you?' she mused, aggressively taking a bite of toast. 'How's Kyra?'

You flinch nervously at her tone. 'Sorry Em, I should've messaged you'

'Yeah you should've! If i hadn't of seen that dumb instagram story, which the club aren't going to be happy about by the way, then i wouldn't have known where you were!'

'I'm not a kid, Em' You retaliated 'I was with Kyra, we had a kick about at the park'

'At 3 in the morning? God help us all deal with you and Kyra being friends' She rolled her shoulders and began to ease up slightly. 'Want any breakfast? I've got cereal under the counter'

You gratefully find a box of something called Cookie Crunch and begin to nibble at a few pieces from the box. 'Wow, the Brits sure made this tasty didn't they?'

Emily snatched the box from your hands and took a bowl from the sink. 'Don't stick your hands in there! Look how muddy you are, you're going to need to take a shower before you get picked up for the Emirates'

You ate in silence, casting an occasional glance in Emily's direction in an attempt to see if her mood had changed. When after ten minutes the line in her brow still hadn't shifted, guilt coursed through your veins and tied your stomach in knots. Your fellow American had taken you in and this was what you repaid her in - sneaking out and mud caked shoes.

'I am sorry.' You said 'I couldn't sleep and Kyra was messaging me...I was exited to meet someone new and so i didn't really give much thought to the consequences'

'Thank you for apologising' Emily smiled for the first time that morning and then: 'Why couldn't you sleep?'

'Jetlag' you lied, Emily didn't need to know about your nightmares. You hadn't told anyone before. Of course, people knew the basics about your life, or at least what they'd read in the press. But you didn't think they needed to know how your father's abuse still haunted you or how you could still see the blood splatters from your mum's head.

'I'm getting picked up at 8:30 right?' You glance at your phone.

'Yeah. Know what you're wearing?'

You shrugged. 'Haven't even touched my suitcases yet.'

Emily stared at you in disbelief. 'Then how did you brush your teeth last night?'

'Gum?' you said matter of factly. It wasn't that you didn't enjoy feeling fresh before bed but it had been a long day and figured it could all wait until the following morning. What you hadn't counted on however was having little to no time in the morning due to your impromptu meeting with Kyra.

'Bloody hell' Emily murmured

'God you're so British now aren't you' You teased Emily

'Just you wait' Emily grumbled 'The Brits will get to you too'

'Never!'

The journey to the Emirates took a long hour of fighting traffic through the streets of London. You'd been picked up in a black and shiny SUV driven by an elderly man named Michael who you weren't exactly sure should have a license after you witnessed him reversing backwards over pavement.

But who were you to judge? You couldn't exactly drive either.

When you finally built up the courage to tackle your suitcases you had picked out a pair of loose blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a tweed blazer to fit over the top. You decided that smart casual was the way to go, not wanting to seem too eager but also excited to sign such a professional contract.

You were nervous as you approached the stadium. Your stomach was fluttering and your jaw clenched tightly as every second passed by. You weren't too sure what to expect, you knew Jonas Eidevall would be there to greet you at some point and you knew you'd be meeting the player liaison who would be helping to settle you in, but that was it. Everything else was the complete unknown.

As the SUV churned to a halt and you bid goodbye to Michael, the door swung open and you were met by a short woman who introduced herself as Jennifer.

'Sorry about all this secrecy' she said gesturing around her at the emirate's parking garage that you had been brought to. 'We try and keep all our signings under wraps until announcement day'

You sniggered slightly knowing that Arsenal could never keep a secret 'When will i be announced?'

'Day after tomorrow, if all goes to plan'

You eyebrows shot up 'That's quicker than i thought it would be'

'We were aiming for next week but it seems as though you and your new Australian friend decided to throw a wrench into our schedule' Jennifer made reference to your instagram post 'You've created a lot of buzz and we want to make sure to utilise it, so within 48 hours you'll be officially announced'

You decided not to defend yourself, the last thing you needed was your own player liaison to take a disliking to you. Instead, you followed her silently through a set of double doors and into the halls of the mighty Emirates stadium.

'This is David, he's our media specialist' Jennifer pointed to a man who was dressed head to toe in Arsenal gear. He held a phone in hand, video clearly on and pointing directly at you. 'He'll be following you around today, getting some content for the fans and that type of thing'

'Well as long as he doesn't follow me into the restroom' You deadpanned attempting to hold in laughter as Jennifer's eyes widened and David turned a deep shade of red.

'Have Kim and Leah been warned about you?' Jennifer half-joked. You shrugged and shot an apologetic glance towards David who instantly averted his eyes. 'This way, we need to get you into some red'

Jennifer led you and David down a maze of hallways and through a dozen doors until you finally came to a rest outside the player changing rooms. 'There's a kit waiting for you inside, once you're changed we can head up to the offices. I think Jonas has arrived so you can get to signing the contract. After that, we've got a welcome video to make'

You nod and hesitantly turn into the changing rooms. You were overcome with an overwhelming nausea suddenly and as you entered the Arsenal changing rooms for the very first time, the transfer became scarily real. The first thing you noticed about the room were the lights, they were harsh, almost too harsh for your tired eyes to take in. The Arsenal cress was printed onto the floor in the middle of the cubbyholes, it glistened with history and somehow sent a wave of pride into your bones despite having yet to wear its colours.

In the centre cubby hung your new kit. Usually you played with the number 13 on your back but since that had already been taken, you'd opted to swap the numbers around for 31. You made quick work of changing into the kit and ran a quick hand through your hair to add some volume. You paused in one of the mirrors to study your appearance and were happy to discover that the red kit suited you.

It wasn't too often that you worried about how you looked. You had the fortunate gene of appearing skinny and gorgeous, at least that's what your mum used to tell you.

You kept your own trainers on and folded the rest of your clothes to sit neatly in the cubby as you readied yourself to step back into the hallway where David would most definitely be waiting, camera in hand.

'Not bad this kit, is it?' you re-enter the hallway and smile at Jennifer who nodded at you impressed.

'Suits you' She said 'Come on then, up to the offices we go'

As you trudged up several flights of stairs, your hands grew sweater and you began to worry whether you'd be able to grip the pen tight enough. You tried to shake off the stupid thought and happily found yourself distracted when you finally came face to face with your new manager.

'Y/n!' Jonas exclaimed as Jennifer led you into a media room. 'It is great to meet you, we are all so excited to have you here' The Swedish man thrust a hand towards you which you took enthusiastically, meeting his wide smile and firm shake.

'Good to meet you' You replied as he gestured for you to take a seat at a table in the centre of the room. You sat down in front of a maroon wall, the Arsenal cress above your head. On the table lay a pen and paper, ready and waiting for your signature.

'I really hope we're able to build something here together' Jonas told you as he picked up the pen and handed it to you. The snap of David's phone capturing the moment was difficult to ignore.

'Me too, i'm excited to get started' You lower the pen to paper. Your life was about to change, for the worse or better, you didn't know. The pen moved fluidly as you drew out your signature and Jonas clasped you on the back in celebration.

You'd done it. You were officially an Arsenal player.

'Well, now that's out the way we're about to do something a lot more exciting' Jennifer smiled.

'The video?' You questioned

'Yep. And we've got a special guest'

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Girl dad!Leon x Mom!Reader

Blue for Leon pink for reader & purple for D/N

Desc: Despite his career path Leon has been developing pretty well to his girl dad life & revolves entirely around world around his wife & sweet little angel babygirl

Tags: Tooth Aching fluff, Dilf Leon, No smut ‼️‼️‼️, Just dad Leon living his dream! No use of y/n, D/n stands for Daughters Name

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Leon Loving his life was an understatement, He was a miserable guy not so long ago but it all changed once he met you & had his very first child! Of course after first he was worried about being a deadbeat father, but eventually he suited up and prepared for everything was to come, dropped his drinking habits, went to therapy for most of his trauma from working on the most messed up cases world wide known to mankind & even baby proofing the entire house you two shared for over 4 years.

He even went out of his way to take random target trips with you during your pregnancy to stare at nursery furniture and random trinkets and toys he found, holding up gender neutral baby clothing before knowing the gender & asking “you think this is cute sweetheart?” It was amazing how he became so obsessed with the thought of having his own little family with a white piket fence & beautiful front lawn garden (He started gardening as a coping mechanism which would soon be one of his top hobbies he brought onto his daughter.)

During the gender reveal he was nothing but pure excitement and joy to have a little baby girl that the next day he even went back to target and came home to baby-proof the entire house, testing objects to see if they would fall on a random baby doll etc, so much so that you had to go downstairs at 12 am and force him to take a break and come to bed, “You don’t think she’ll hit her head on the table one day right? I really wouldn’t want my little princess to get hurt” “I think you need to put down the baby proofing tools for the night & actually come to bed hun, it’s almost 1 o’clock”

Some days you would be in pure anguish because D/N would be doing pure gymnastics in your belly that Leon had to ‘have a talk’ but most of the time during your pregnancy he was always talking to your tummy, Asking her to relax on the jumping around in there, Sometimes waking up super early in the morning to talk to your belly & sometimes waking you up & hearing you tell him off a little bit in a muffled voice since you were buried in your body pillow. “Hi babygirl, you excited to get outta there & see your new room? Yeah? Oh I know your excited angel but you can’t keep kicking mama like this sweetheart it hurts her!”, “Can’t keep jumpin’ around in mommy’s belly sweetness your driving her insane sweetheart” “oh yeah!?You excited babydoll?” “Good morning my sweet girl, I can’t wait to see you y’know, mommy & I are so excited to meet you & hold you & love yo-“ “Leon what the hell are you doing awake at 5:30??” “Uh oh I woke up mom” “leon I swear to god if you don’t go back to sleep.”

And then came along the arrival of his awaited babygirl, he was so excited he even set up a little mini red carpet infront of her nursery & stars next to the door & even putting a little sign on your guys’ front door in bold glittery pink ‘Welcome Home Princess D/N” He even brought a little camera to make a home tape for every memory he makes with you & your daughter so when she is finally old enough she can watch, this tape includes her birthing where your shouting & screams could be heard such as “GOD FUCKING DAMNIT LEON!!” “I’M GONNA KILL YOU IN YOUR FUCKING SLEEP!”& his light crying of when she was born

After your daughter was born it was extremely difficult for you two to set a fair sleep schedule so for the first few weeks Leon would wake up at 2:30 AM whenever D/N was crying on the baby monitor and move the rocking chair placed in her room right next to the crib “What’s the matter sweetness? Can’t sleep again? I know babygirl it must be so tough trying to get your little beauty sleep huh?” He would slip his hand through the little bars of the crib and smile giddily every time she would wrap her little hand around his thumb, growing up was the most difficult for him, he cried every-time his sweet angel took her first steps, said her first word which was obviously a strained “da-da” which was to be expected since D/N was a total daddy’s girl. most of the time when he was off he would let you go to work so he could spend his days with your guys’ daughter, take her to the petting zoo, a random aquarium where she discovered her favorite animal was a sea horse, Leon’s entire existence revolved around D/N to the point where if her little fist was directed at something she wanted he bought it, she starts crying? He jumps right up to take her off your hands so you can relax, his entire world was revolving around her & you loved to see it, sometimes when you got home from work you’d see Leon on the living room floor with your daughter as she babbled playing with a random stuffed animal monkey “Hi honey, Took her to the petting zoo today, we discovered she really loves monkeys”

Some mornings when you would all sit at the table eating before the day started Leon would watch her in her high chair chew on whatever she had in-front of her causing a small mess where he would chuckle & clean up after her “Your just one messy little girl huh princess? Gonna have to teach you manners now little lady.” And then came the day where she got her very first booboo, I’m sure you can imagine what happened, Little D/N was running around the backyard chasing a butterfly while you & Leon just finished harvesting this falls apples and then randomly you heard a tiny little wail behind you causing Leon to jump up from the ground and scoop up his baby girl “Baby she has a cut on her knee we need to take her to the hospital now! Get in the car!” “Honey I think she’s alright nothing a little rubbing alcohol & a band aid can’t fix.” When the two of you went inside and into the bathroom he sat on the edge of the bath tub and sat little D/N on his knee while you rubbed some alcohol on her knee which reasonably made her wail out more than she did beforehand causing Leon to start tearing up and kissing the top of her head “I know angel I know it hurts but we can’t let your lil’ booboo get worse & nasty now can we?” Once you finished that 1 minute of anguish you two sat in the living room holding her close as you slightly teased Leon for his light crying “You love making daddy cry now don’t you honey? You know you have him tied up around your little finger huh” You joked while Leon grunted while worryingly making sure she didn’t hurt herself again

One day you caught him in her room when she was around 4 years old having a little tea party, he was sat in a chair next to her that was far to tiny for him to fit in as he wore a pink tiara around his head that was again to tiny for him & a pink fluffy tutu around his waist while fake sipping tea from the tea cup while causing her to giggle, You had just gotten home from work & leaned against the doorway smiling and holding in a laugh but Leon smiled back and stood up and had the tiny chair stuck on his ass causing you & D/N to laugh obnoxiously especially after he eventually was able to pull it off and walk over to you mumbling “shut up.” Before kissing you lightly & asking how your day went. Obviously because of his career he had to miss some important events at school for D/N and he felt AWFUL. He cried in your arms one night after returning from a 1 week trip where he missed father daughter school day where he imagined his poor babygirl sitting at her table in kindergarten watching everyone else with their dad while she had a confused expression. And every single night after that for a month straight he would have little sleepovers in her room where he read her bedtime stories, you know that one 3 little kitties book from despicable me? He obviously read that to her with the brightest smile on his face and once it was time for bed her would sleep on the floor right next to her toddler bed “Goodnight babygirl, daddy loves you so so much y’know that? You got his heart right in your little fist”

By the time she was 10 he was always helping her with school projects & homework & even going to father daughter dances with her, if

D/N wanted something all she had to do was ask and bat her little lashes, some days when he went to go pick her up from school with you in the car he would see her talking to a boy before running off to the car leaving him with a puzzled face “who the hell is that little twerp near my daughter? She does know he is not good enough for her right?” “Nuh-uh Leon, Don’t start let her have friend alright?” “Sweetheart just look at the little shit! He’s practically blushing looking at her right now!” “Oh stop it.”

Just imagine what it would be like when D/N is finally a teenager and brings a boy home for the first time..Leon makes it VERY clear nobody is good enough for his little girl & never will be, he is the entire reason why her standards will be extremely high…

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The Art of Meeting | Bc

Pairing: Chan x Reader 

Warnings: angst, fluff to wrap it up

Word Count: 5.4k (whoopsies)

Summary: the reader and Chan are meeting up after their unlikely connection via bubble and Instagram. The reader is heading to LA to meet Chan and the boys. Will this meeting be everything she hoped for or make matters more complicated than she imagined?

A/N: Part 3. For The Master of Flirting - This one really, really got away from me. Sometimes I include so much detail because I just feel like you NEED to know, you know? Anyway, I very much enjoyed writing this part, so I really hope you guys enjoy it. 

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「© September 3, 2023 by mysweethannie」

Saturday, August 19th 12:15 AM CST

Chan: *received video*

Hey there, beautiful. We are on the plane and about to head out. It’s a long flight, and I’m exhausted. I can’t believe I’m going to see you in a little over 12 hours. I’m literally on cloud 9 just thinking about getting to see you. 

“Is that our lovely y/n?” you hear Han’s voice in the background. 

“Did someone say y/n?” Seungmin quickly interjects. 

It’s not long before both boys' heads pop into the frame. Stupid, goofy grins plastered on their faces. 

“Oh my god, Y/n Hi! We’re gonna see you soon. Get excited because this is going to be the most exciting weekend of your life,” Han practically yells at the screen. 

Seungmin scoffs, a small smirk briefly appearing on his face. He always pretends to be annoyed with Han, but you know the opposite to be true. His eyes don’t lie. He is extremely fond and protective of Han. 

“Seriously, you’re so loud,” he says, shoving Han playfully. “Can’t wait to see you, y/n,” He waves a tiny little wave that makes your heart squeeze in your chest. Han leans up and kisses the camera before Chan can swat them both away. 

“Anyway,” Chan laughs, rolling his eyes playfully. “Seems I’m not the only one excited to see you,” he smiles fondly. “Maybe for different reasons, but still those two don’t shut up about you. Hell, I don’t either,” he laughs at himself. “Now I’m just rambling, but I just wanted to let you know we boarded and are heading out. I know you probably won’t be up for a few hours, or at least I hope you took my advice and got some rest. I’ll text you when we land. Our flights are scheduled to arrive pretty close together, so I’ll see you at LAX,” he smiles at the camera, his eyes becoming tiny slits. 

“Byeom, darlin’” 

The video ends there and you smile contentedly at your phone. You watch the video over again, laughing at the interruption of Han and Seungmin, your heartbeat quickening when Chan admits that he can’t stop talking about you and is excited to see you. You type out a quick response, hoping you’ll catch him before his phone is put on airplane mode. 

Y/N: I’m so nervous and excited, I can hardly sleep. Though, I am getting a little tired now that I know you’re headed out. I can’t wait to see you. I’m not sure words can even explain how I’m feeling if I’m being honest. 

Chan: I was hoping you’d be asleep, but I get it. I’m gonna have to take something to make me sleep. Ah, they’re telling us to prepare for take off. I gotta go. Please get some sleep, baby girl. It’s gonna be busy once we’re in LA, trust me. My life is kind of crazy. See you soon, y/n

Y/N: I’m not sure how one misses someone they haven’t actually met, but Channie, I miss you. 

Chan: I know exactly what you mean. I miss you more, baby girl. 

Y/N: Travel safe, Channie. G’night babe. 

Chan: G’day, darlin’

You lock your phone, switch it over to silent and place it on the wireless charger. Sleep suddenly feels imminent now that you know the boys are about to be in the air. You smile to yourself as you roll over and cuddle up to your body pillow to fall asleep. 

August 19th 4:30 AM CST

Morning comes much more quickly than you anticipate. You wake with a jolt at 4:30 AM. Whoever is taking you to the airport is due to be at your house at 5:30 sharp. You peel yourself out of bed and drag yourself into the bathroom to go through some kind of morning routine. You debate on whether you are going to travel cozy and casual or dress up and actually put on makeup. You settle for something in between the two, a simple tinted moisturizer, a light powder, and some mascara. You have pretty healthy skin and it is glowing this morning despite your complete lack of sleep. Your freckles, one of your more charming features, dance across your round cheeks. Chan has mentioned absolutely loving them, so you decide to let them shine today. 

Your outfit isn’t complicated. You don’t want to look like you are going on a business trip but equally so you don’t want to look like a bum either. It is hot as hell at home, so you grab a purple sundress with white flowers on it and throw on your favorite pair of cons. 

You slip on your jewelry, a simple diamond pendant necklace, a few low statement rings, and your earrings. You assess yourself in the mirror and figure you are about as ready as you’re going to be. Your hair is short, so a little spray and a few tossles here and there do the trick. You look at the clock and it’s near 5:00, so you move to refill your water bottle and double check your luggage. You are a meticulous planner, so the likelihood you are forgetting anything with all the lists you have made is slim to none, but it doesn’t stop you from triple checking everything. 

Your phone rings at 5:30 on the dot, the person accompanying you on your journey arriving at your door right on time. You swing it open and are immediately greeted by a warm smile and a small Korean woman who looks to be about ten years older than you. 

“Y/n?” she asks. 

“Yeah that’s me,” you bow and reach out a hand to shake hers all at the same time, so nervous about the day ahead. She laughs softly and it’s a pleasant sound that calms you in an unexpected way. 

“I’m Lee Jia. It’s nice to finally meet you. Chan speaks of you with the highest regard,” she smiles and bows. 

You blush. “It’s lovely to meet you. Come in, I’ll grab my things,” you say as you usher her in. Lovely to meet you, you ask yourself. Who even are you right now, y/n? A nervous fucking wreck, that’s who. 

You scurry off to gather your things and you return to see Jia standing in your entry, looking down at her phone. 

“Ready,” you breathe. 

“Shall we?” she asks as you pull open your front door. She leads the way to the car and you’re off. The ride to the airport flies by. When you arrive at the airport, a large Korean man joins your little entourage. He introduces himself as Seok-Jin. He explains that he is your bodyguard and gives you a quick rundown of what to expect. Before you know it, you’re in line to board the plane after clearing security. 

“We can chat more on the plane,” Seok-Jin explains, “but essentially, I say, you do. Your safety may depend on that specific instruction especially once we are in LA.” 

You hadn’t even considered this side of your meeting. And suddenly you are starkly reminded that Bang Chan is in fact a world wide superstar. Internationally known. He doesn’t get to just exist like a normal person, and you’re hit with the fact that, from this point on, you may not either depending on the outcome of this trip. 

“Of course. You say, I do. Got it,” you repeat back to him. He gives you a small nod as you move through to board the plane. Chan had booked first class seats and that experience alone is shocking. You settle into your seat, both Jia and Seok-Jin close by, pull out your headphones and open up your phone. You type out a quick message to Chan even though you know he is currently somewhere over the Pacific Ocean. 

Y/n: Settled and about to take off. 

*picture sent* in the photo you have your eyes closed and your face scrunched up in a cute closed lipped smile. You hold up a peace sign feeling like a goober. 

Y/n: Guess I’ll see you in about 4 hours. I can’t believe this is real. 

You turn your phone on airplane mode, listening to the preflight instructions before take off. You look at your watch. 8:20 Everything is going off without a hitch and that makes you a little nervous but you try not to dwell on or overthink it. Things are allowed to go your way, you tell yourself. 

You stick in your headphones and turn on your music, Chan’s soft voice lulling you to sleep as you close your eyes and settle in for the flight. 

August 19th 11:00 AM PST

The flight is uneventful. You sleep most of the three and a half hour journey. Changing time zones always throws you for a loop, but with the difference only being two hours, you’d adjust easily enough. Easier than the boys would for sure. 

“The boys’ flight just landed,” Jia tells you quietly as the two of you settle at a table outside Urth Caffe & Bar. It’s located close to the terminal the boys will be arriving at. You can tell because the amount of people with cameras around is insane. Some of the people are from News Outlets, but others are just regular people, probably STAYS excited to see the boys arrive in LA.

You order a Green Tea Americano, in desperate need of some caffeine. You run to the bathroom while Jia waits at your table for your order. Seok-Jin accompanies you to the restroom, but waits a respectable distance away from the entry. It feels so weird to have someone right there watching every move you make. 

You take a few minutes to compose yourself in the mirror of the bathroom, giving yourself a little pep talk. You are about to meet someone you never expected to meet. Bang Chan still felt a little bit like a fictional character. Your brain can’t fully comprehend that you are about to actually meet him. Not only that, you are going to meet all of Stray Kids. You had formed a quick bond with Han and Seungmin, but your interactions with the other boys had been minimal thus far. That was all about to change. 

“You can do this you idiot,” you tell yourself in the mirror. “He’s just a guy. At the end of the day, he wants normal as much as you do,” you remind yourself. With that, you straighten your hair and dress one last time and exit the bathroom. 

Seok-Jin leads you back to the table where Jia is seated. Your drink is sitting on the table and you snatch it up, eager to have that rush of adrenaline in your veins that the caffeine will provide. 

“Okay, so the boys are clearing security now,” Jia starts.

You stare at her, your mouth agape. 

“Wait, already?” you ask, a slight panic in your voice. 

Jia smiles softly at you and it’s reassuring as you will your heart to slow down. 

“Already,” she confirms. “Your luggage is already on its way to the hotel. Now we just need to go meet up with them. Chan insisted that you would be riding with them from the airport to the hotel, despite my advice.”

“Your advice?” you ask.

“I’m not sure it’s the best idea for your first meeting to be here. I swear he forgets the level of his notoriety sometimes,” she sighs and you can tell she is a little exasperated. “They all do.” 

“Ah,” you nod in understanding. “That he does. Should we just go ahead to the hotel?” you ask, suddenly doubting the plan to meet with Chan here. 

Jia shakes her head. 

“We’ve got everything figured out as best as we can,” she assures you. “Seok-Jin will be right there. If he says…” 

“I do,” you answer with Jia. 

“Exactly,” she smiles. “Let’s move. We are going to head to the meeting place. We will basically meet up with them. There won’t be time for a grand meeting. Essentially, we will simply walk up and join the group. We will head to the cars from there,” she tells you. 

“Got it,” you nod nervously. 

You both stand, Seok-Jin close behind as you throw your cross body bag over your shoulder. You take a deep breath. You can feel your anxiety bubbling up as you take a step forward. There are so many things you hadn’t accounted for. So many factors you hadn’t considered. You briefly feel a little foolish for rushing into all of this, but there is no turning back. Not now. 

The three of you cover a lot of ground fairly quickly and suddenly you are rounding the corner. The noise of the crowd hits you before you actually see it. It feels like there are hundreds of people around you. They aren’t there for you, though, you remind yourself, though that doesn’t entirely help ease your anxiety. But you have a guard. You’ll be fine, y/n you tell yourself. 

“Oh my god, is that her?” you hear someone say, and you turn to look at whoever the voice is mentioning. You don’t stop moving, but when you look, you realize that the eyes are on you. That isn’t right. No one should be looking at you. 

“It is her!” someone else says, and suddenly it feels like the wolves are descending. There is a swarm of people closing in on you. They are shouting questions and pointing cameras in your face. Seok-Jin’s hand is on your back, his other on your arm as he shields you from the crowd, but he is just one person. It feels like the walls are closing in and you instantly feel like you can’t breathe. 

“Y/N! Y/N! Are you working on a collaboration with Stray Kids?” someone shouts from not far enough away. “Do you have plans to showcase your singing soon?” Another shouts. Your head is spinning. How did these people know your name? Why were they talking about your singing? You can feel your chest collapsing in on itself as you become so overwhelmed you aren’t sure you can keep going. 

You haven’t remotely paid attention to where Jia and Seok-Jin are leading you. At this point, meeting up with the guys is the last thing on your mind. You just want to get into a car and drive away from this chaos. Your breathing is quick and you stop, clutching your chest, trying to will yourself to keep breathing. You had not anticipated any of this. 

It’s then that you suddenly feel a pair of strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into their body. The person is too short to be Seok-Jin. 

“Y/N, I’m here. It’s okay.” 

He strokes your hair and gently kisses the side of your forehead. “We’ve gotta move, baby girl,” he whispers in your ear and suddenly you realize it's Chan. You are wrapped up in Chan’s arms and that’s all the strength you need to move again. You don’t know where he had come from or how he knew anything was wrong, but the two of you move together and head for the door which is much closer than you realize. 

What you hadn’t realized was that Jia had been communicating with Chan’s team the second things went south and people started recognizing you. She had been trying to get to the bottom of why anyone even remotely knew who you were to begin with. Chan had been filled in and demanded that he move ahead of the group to come to you. 

Chan’s arms are wrapped protectively around you as your group of five; you, Chan, Jia, Seok-Jin and Chan’s bodyguard, suddenly becomes a much larger group. You haven’t looked up at Chan yet because you are surrounded by people and completely overwhelmed. You finally take a chance to pay attention to your surroundings and you realize that the rest of the group has joined you. The crowd of people now feels further away as there were many people surrounding you and the boys. You take a deep breath and scan the faces. 

Your eyes meet a pair of round hazelnut eyes and he smiles, giving you a tiny wave. His eyes squint up almost closing completely, and even though you can’t see his smile because of the face mask, you know the person is smiling brightly at you. 

“Seungmin,” you breathe. 

You step outside the doors and the bright LA sun hits you along with a nice breeze and you take another deep breath. You feel as though it’s the first time you’ve breathed since you left the caffe. 

Chan’s guard rushes ahead of you and opens the door to an SUV. Chan’s hand is resting on the small of your back. 

“You first, darlin’” he says, guiding you into the car and following quickly behind you. The two of you settle in the back seat and Han and Seungmin jump in the seats ahead of you which are facing backwards so that you are all facing each other. You toss off your cross body bag, and let your head fall against the headrest behind you.  

“Oh my god,” you whisper, your breath coming out in a shutter as you run your fingers through your short hair. 

Chan places a firm hand on your bare thigh and squeezes lightly. 

“Are you okay?” he asks. You can hear the worry in his voice. “I don’t know what happened,” he says, speaking to the situation back in the airport. 

For the first time you look up and your eyes meet Chan’s. He has a soft, concerned smile on his face, his hand staying firmling on your thigh as his round eyes hold your gaze. His skin on your skin is enough to send a thrill through you despite everything that has transpired in the last twenty minutes.

“I’m okay now,” you chuckle a little. “Hi,” you add, not knowing what else to say. 

He laughs then with his entire body, his head thrown back at the gesture. 

“G’day darlin’” he smiles. 

You grab his hand that is still resting on your leg and squeeze it. He turns it over and interlaces his large fingers with yours. His eyes never leave yours except for the brief moment they dart down to glance at your lips. You can feel the heat rising in your chest at that small action. 

“I don’t know what happened,” he repeats again. “I don’t know how anyone even remotely knows who you are or that you are connected to us in any way,” he says. 

“I don’t know,” you echo. 

Just then Han looks up, a nervous look on his face. He’d been fiddling with a rip in his jeans the entire time you had been in the car. 

“I might know what happened. Shit, I’m such an idiot,” he mutters, looking away from you both, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. 

“Han-ah?” Chan looks at him questioningly. 

“I may have posted that clip of y/n singing Iris to our instagram story before we took off,” Han admits, his head falling into his hands. 

Seungmin clears his throat. 

“And I may have mentioned something in a story post after it about meeting you in LA and not being able to wait until I got to work with you in person,” Seungmin groaned, mimicking Han’s motion, putting his head in both of his hands. If it wasn’t so sad to see them beating themselves up, the gesture would have been cute. 

“Oh,” you breathe out. Suddenly you’re laughing. It’s a little bit panicked, a little bit relieved, a lot of bit manic. “You guys are kind of idiots,” you tease as you pull your hand away from Chan’s to rub your hands over your face. “I was so not prepared for this. For any of this,” you admit looking at all three of them. 

“God, I’m so sorry,” Han half sobs. You can see that he is absolutely beating himself up. Seungmin is quiet and you realize that he is crying. 

“This is all my fault,” Seungmin manages, stuttering out his words before looking away. 

You glance at Chan, a desperate look on your face at the despair of your new friends. Chan’s face is unreadable, but you can tell from his body language that he is frustrated. You on the other hand just want to comfort Han and Seungmin. 

“Hey,” you say softly, reaching across you and putting a hand on Seungmin’s leg. “It’s okay. We made it through,” you smile reassuringly. 

Han reaches out and squeezes your hand that is resting on top of Seungmin’s leg, placing his other hand on the shoulder of his friend, rubbing gently.  

“You guys were excited. Hell, I was too. It could have easily been me,” you tell them. 

“Except you don’t have millions of followers like us,” Han groans. 

“Yeah, except that,” you admit. 

“Actually,” Chan speaks for the first time in a while. “Might better check your Instagram.” 

You grab your phone, open Instagram, and have thousands of requests to follow your account. Thousands. Your message requests are practically overflowing. 

“Oh my god,” you whisper, your small hand clapping over your mouth as you sit up and pull away from Han and Seungmin.  

“Looks like the video was screen recorded and shared a shit ton before anyone on our end realized it was on our story,” Chan says scrolling on his phone. “Look,” he says, scooting closer to you, your legs pressed firmly together.

“Holy shit,” you breathe as Chan scrolls through countless posts, all about you. STAYS had quickly shared your video, most of the feedback fairly positive to your singing. They had also put on their mega detective hats and found your private Instagram handle and shared it far and wide. “I can’t believe this,” you admit. 

“We’ll figure it out,” Chan smiles at you. “Together, yeah?” 

You look up, meeting his eyes and practically melt. The frustration that was there before is now replaced with determination. You’re fascinated by how quickly he can mask his feelings in order to deal with a problem. You admire it, but it also concerns you a little bit. 

“I mean, you deserve all this attention. I just wish you had been able to brace yourself for it,” Chan adds. “Obviously we aren’t the only ones who think you’re incredible.” 

You click off your phone, no longer able to look through all the posts. You’re incredibly overwhelmed and so unsure how to handle yourself. You’ve only just arrived in LA and it feels like your entire life has already been turned upside down. You slide the phone into your bag on the floor and bring your hands to rest on your legs as they ball up in small fists. Your knuckles crack at the movement, and suddenly Chan is reaching out and grabbing your hands once more. 

“It’ll be okay. I promise,” he says, holding both your hands in his, his thumb rubbing the top of your hand in a soothing motion. He has moved so that one leg is resting up on the seat between the two of you, the other resting on the floor. 

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you say before you can stop yourself. 

Chan drops both of your hands and moves them so that he is gently caressing your face. A small tear trails down your cheek and he gently wipes it away. He closes the space between you. 

“I will always protect you,” he whispers, his breath now warm against your lips. His eyes search yours for permission and you don’t pull away. He takes that as a positive sign, and closes the distance that remains between you. 

His mouth meets yours in a tender, hesitant kiss. His lips are soft and full. He tastes like sweet mint and smells like fall. The kiss is short, yet surprisingly intimate for a first kiss. 

“Always,” he murmurs against you and you are chasing after his lips at those words, this time the two of you meeting in a much more desperate kiss. Your hands drape around his neck as he tilts your head slightly, his fingers dancing along the nape of your neck. Your head is spinning again, but this time in the best way possible. You knew the two of you were connected, but you couldn’t have possibly imagined any of this. 

“I think we’re almost to the hotel,” Seungmin meekly whispers. 

You and Chan are reminded then that you are not alone and pull away from each other hesitantly. You’ve never felt this immediately bonded with someone before and it’s a little overwhelming. 

“Okay, good,” Chan chuckles, moving to sit up properly in the seat again, his hand finding yours once more. “Guys, we’ll all figure this out. Don’t beat yourselves up, yeah?” he assures the two younger boys across from him. “We’ve got a busy couple of days ahead of us. We’ll come up with a game plan,” Chan says, looking at all three of you. “I’m sure Jia is already working through it all.” 

“She is,” Jia chimes in from the front seat and you all chuckle. None of you realized she had joined the four of you in the car. “Everyone can get settled in at the hotel, rest up and then we can all meet to talk about logistics.” 

“All meet?” you question. 

“Yes, all 9 of you. Everyone needs to be on the same page,” Jia says and turns back around in her seat. 

You had completely forgotten about the other members that weren’t currently in the car with you. This would likely affect all of them in some way, and you could feel your nerves creeping back in once more. 

“We’ll be fine,” Chan says beside you as if he knows the thoughts running wild in your head. He squeezes your hand reassuringly. “We always are.” 

You chuckle nervously as the car comes to a stop. Someone comes out to the car with key cards for your rooms and Jia passes them out quickly. With that, the four of you retreat from the small cramped space and step back out into the sunlight. It seems that people don’t know where the boys are staying because there aren’t throngs of people waiting here for them. As if Chan can read your mind he speaks. 

“Our hotel is always a safe haven. No one will bother us here,” he says with a confident smile. You walk into the hotel and it’s beautiful. Chan leads you to the elevator, pressing the top floor and entering it with you, Han, and Seungmin. Your car arrived before the others, so you have yet to lay eyes on the rest of the members of Stray Kids at this point. 

The bell of the elevator dings and you all step out of the small space. Your room is the last one on the hall, past all of the boys’ rooms. As Han and Seungmin depart, murmuring their apologies once again, and you realize that you are situated across the hall from Han and Seungmin, their rooms adjoined by a door inside. 

Chan opens the door of his room and pulls you in behind him. You notice a door inside other than the bathroom door and closet door and realize then that your rooms must be joined as well. In fact, the door is open. 

“That room is yours,” he says with a smile, gesturing to the open door. “I didn’t want to have to be caught in the hallway every time I wanted to come see you, so I figured requesting a set up like this would be easier,” he admitted sheepishly. 

“Smart,” you chuckle. 

You walk into your room and see that your luggage is all safely there, just as Jia assured you it would be. You throw your cross body bag on an empty chair and retreat into the bathroom. You take one look at yourself in the mirror and realize what a mess you look like. You glance down at your watch and it reads 1:00 pm. You hadn’t realized so much time had passed from getting off the plane, the whole airport disaster, and the car ride to the hotel. Traffic must have really been crazy, but you were so caught up in your own world with the boys, you had had no time to notice anything like that. 

You wet a hand towel down with cold water and dab your face gently. You decide that you can refresh your makeup later, after you’ve rested. You use the bathroom and exit the room. You immediately notice Chan laying on the edge of your king size bed, an arm draped over his eyes. 

“Are you as tired as I am?” you ask as you sit down gently beside him. 

He chuckles and it's a low pleasant sound that sends a thrill through you. Sitting here with him feels so natural. Like it’s something you’ve done hundreds of times. It feels safe. 

“That’s the understatement of the century,” he says as he moves his arm away from his face and softly smiles up at you. 

You suddenly stand, holding out your hand to him. 

“Then I propose a nap,” you say, offering your hand to him. He takes it without hesitation and stands, his free hand landing on your hip and pulling you close to him. 

“That’s a proposal I don’t think I could possibly refuse,” he smiles down at you and damn it if you don’t go completely weak in the knees as his eyes lock with yours. You can see that he wants to kiss you again, but he hesitates this time. Something about being in a hotel room makes a kiss feel much more intimate and you both know you aren’t ready for where that could lead. Not after a day like today. 

“I’m gonna change real quick. I don’t want to sleep in my travel clothes,” he laughs and steps away and back into his room. 

“You’re too right,” you agree, moving to your luggage. 

You open it up and the urge to unpack everything like you usually do is strong, but you’re also completely exhausted. That type A OCD trait will have to wait, you tell yourself as you search for an oversized T and a pair of shorts. You find your shirt that reads, “President of the Big Tiddy Committee” on it and burst out laughing. You had entirely forgotten that you had packed this. You throw it on and slide on a pair of black shorts. 

You turn around, moving towards your bed and Chan is suddenly in the doorway between your rooms again. He is wearing a black tank top that sticks to him like his skin and a pair of loose black basketball shorts. 

Suddenly he laughs out loud, his head falling backward as he laughs with his entire body. 

“Oh my god,” he giggles, his hand going over his mouth. “Your shirt.” 

You look down at it with a proud smile, pulling it away from you and reading it as if you’re reading it for the first time. You shrug, a smirk spreading across your face as you look back at him. 

“Iconic, right?” you smile at him with a cocked eyebrow. 

“That’s one word for it,” he laughs, shaking his head at you. 

You wink at him and he blushes, a red tint spreading across his chest and face. 

You pull back the comforter on the bed and crawl in, turning on the lamp beside the bed and grabbing the remote that closes the curtains, pressing the button. The room goes practically dark as night despite the fact that it’s 1:30 in the afternoon. 

“You coming or what?” you ask, like you’ve done this with him a hundred times. 

“Yeah, okay,” Chan responds nervously, but doesn’t hesitate to crawl into the bed from the other side. He quickly scoots close to you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest without hesitation. You melt into him and suddenly feel ten times more tired than you had just moments ago. You feel him sigh contentedly and you can’t help but look up at him. 

He is smiling down at you, his arm rubbing up and down your back gently. 

“This is gonna be the best nap I’ve ever had in my life, I can feel it,” he whispers, pressing his lips against your temple. 

“Hmm,” you hum in agreement and drift off to sleep, the chaos of the day on the back burner of your mind.

“Sweet dreams, darlin’” Chan whispers against your head before falling asleep too. You aren’t sure what you will have to face when you wake up, but in Chan’s arms, you feel like you can tackle just about any issue that comes your way. 

< Pt. 2: The Mystery of You |Pt. 4: The Complication of Life Connecting >

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Drunk and Love, With Ren Zotto

Warning !

Fluff ; Clingy! Drunk! Ren ; Established Relationship

A/n !

Aha. Clingy Drunk Ren. Don't worry Renvaders, I still remember what I said.

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One night, both of you decided to hangout, alcohol is out, multiple movies have been chosen.

Ren sat on the floor in between your thighs, you sitting on the couch. Your fingers running through his hair locks, sometimes you would poke his horn.

Both of you sometimes would share a drink as you both watch the movie throughout the night, you glanced down at how many cans have been drank, and it is quite a lot. To say the least.

In the middle of the second movie, you felt Ren's fingers drawing shapes on your thighs, it felt ticklish. By instinct you moved your legs away, only for him to whine slightly and pulled your thighs back.

"Ren, it's ticklish." You said as you tried to move your legs away, but his grip on your thighs tighten and he tilt his head slightly to see you.

And that is, when you noticed, his cheeks are flushed red. His eyes seems to be in a haze, him smiling at you oh so innocently. "But I just want to touch your thighs" he said, almost slurring. "Ren-" You paused for a moment as you examined him, he hummed softly as he glance back at you. Smiling again.

"Are you drunk?" He pondered for a moment before shrugging his shoulders, "I don't know, maybe." He replied before letting out a small laugh. You let out a sigh and smiled gently at him, "Then let' stop drinking, I don't want you to get a bad hangover in the morning."

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As soon as the second movie ends, both of you went to bed. And for the love of God, he did not let you go. He refuses to let go. His arms wrapped around you, whenever you tried to get out from his arms, he tightens up and pull you even closer.

In the middle of the night you needed to go to the bathroom, but your Beloved Alien here still refuses to let you go. It seems like the effect of the alcohol is still on him, "Where are you goinnngg" he asked as he pouts slightly while looking at you.

"Toilet-" "No" "Ren." "Noooo" He hugged you tighter, "Don't go, stay with me" he pleaded.

And yes, both of you didn' go to sleep. Well, you tried. But he doesn't let you, both of you just cuddled on the bed in silence. Sometimes he woulf start a conversation, but it was a short one before the silence went back.

Now you wanted to go to the toilet, this man refuses to let you go take a toilet break. "Ren, I'll come back" "Noo, don't leave meee" He said as you tried to loosen his arms around you.

It took you almost 30 minutes to convince your drunken Alien Lover to let you go, but in the end he is still sticking with you. You literally had to push him out from the bathroom due to how close he is, he was pouting when you closed to door on him.

He stood there by the door, waiting for you to finish. After like a minute you opened the door to see him sitting on the floor, his back facing you. He then looked up at you, blinked once before smiling widely at you. "Baaabeee I miss youuu" he gets off from the floor and held your hand, "Are you done? Let's go back please?" He said, you reciprocate his hold.

"Okay, but we're going to sleep alright?" "But it's just 5:50 Am." "Ren, we need sleep." He pouted slightly when you scolded him, but in the end you manage to get both of you some sleep.

When he woke up after a few hours, he was getting a heavy headache, that you have to take care of him. And when you told him how clingy and cute he is last night, he was quite embarrassed, but he chuckled in the end, sheepishly though.

".. Sorry, I didn't realize how clingy I was, ..But I hope you don't mind about it though.."

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A/n !

There. Aha, Cutie. I don't know why, but I'm in awe as I write this fic. It's cute.

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Tubatu In Disneyland

𑁥౿ ⊹ ‧₊˚ synopsis - coming back to the states for schedules Joohyung decided to ball out and get the group Disneyland tickets for the day to finally let loose and not worry or stress about anything

𑁥౿ ⊹ ‧₊˚ a/n - I kid you not I had this in the drafts for 2 years? maybe… so here’s a little present double posting 🫶🏼

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Joohyung planned this whole trip out. Since she knew they were going to have a schedule in the states and since the members performed at Disneyland back in November for New Years, and they really wanted to go to see the rest of the park. She decided to buy the most expensive tickets so they can experience a bit of everything without wasting time.

It was the day after they performed at the James Corden. Joohyung woke up really early because everyone that goes to Disneyland always says; ‘you have to wake up early so you can experience as much as you can’. So that’s exactly what she did. It was 5:30 am Joohyung woke up and just stared out of the window. It was too early for her brain to comprehend anything and once the gears started turning she finally got up and started her morning routine. Joohyung wanted to give some more time for the members to sleep in since they all slept late not by force but by choice. They spent all night playing games with each other in her room.

The clock hit 6 am which meant it was time to wake them all up. The thing is, since it was Joohyung’s room and there was only one king size California bed they all slept on her bed. Joohyung decided to just smack all their butts to wake up. “Wake up! I have something planned for us!” All the members groaned and started stirring around. “Noona it’s 6 in the morning.” Yeonjun had one eye open. “I know, but I have something for you guys. Wake up please!” Joohyung begged since she saw some of them go back to sleep. “Come on guys,” Kai was the only one who was waking up. “Noona seems excited.” Kai started shaking his hyungs by their shoulders. It took a bit of time but she got them all to sit up with their bed hair going everywhere and their eyes still adjusting to the light. “Ok hold up,” Joohyung ran to get her phone which had all their tickets on there. “Look what I got us!” She placed her phone close to their faces.

Now their gears started working and they finally saw the Disneyland tickets. “We’re going to Disneyland?!” Soobin took her phone out of her hand to look at the tickets himself. “Noona don’t play with us!” Kai gasped, taking the phone away from Soobin. “Oh my god~” Taehyun looked at her phone with Kai. “We can finally be those people that buy and wear the Mickey ears.” Beomgyu said while mimicking the ears with his hands on his head. “We have to start getting ready. I heard you have to be there early!” Yeonjun jumped out of the bed. “Thank you noona~” They all said, as they headed out to their rooms getting ready. “You’re welcome~ now hurry up!” Joohyung said before closing her door to get dressed.

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Those Disney people were right when they said get here early because once they got there the lines were huge. “While it gives us time to decide what’s priority and what’s not.” Taehyun said seeing all the families around them. “I can’t believe we’re here!” Soobin was very giddy, as he looked around him constantly. “I’m glad you guys are happy because these tickets weren’t cheap at all.” Joohyung said remembering the checkout price and seeing the money getting taken out of her bank account.

“Ok priority for me is going on as many rides as we can, especially the roller coaster over there.” Beomgyu pointed at the California Adventure side. “For me it’s trying all foods I always see people eating in those videos.” Yeonjun even pulled up some pictures on his phone to show them. “All that sounds good but I don’t think I have anything that I’m dying to do yet.” Soobin was thinking really hard about something he needed to do before the end of the night. “Maybe take photos with the characters?” He shrugged. “I want to go on a water ride to see who gets the wettest.” Taehyun beamed a smile. “That sounds fun!” Kai smiled at him. “After that we have to get matching sweaters or shirts and I have to find a plushie that I can take home.” Kai shared what he wanted to do. “What about you noona?” Beomgyu asked as everyone had eyes on her. “I of course want a new Baymax plushie for my collection and try all their sweet treats, and take lots of photos.”

After establishing what all their priorities were the line finally started moving quickly which got them all excited. Once they all passed the workers and scanned their tickets, and got their map they were ready to go explore. “Look, they got a Star Wars section!” Soobin pointed at the map. “We have to go.” Looks like the person who didn’t have a specific thing they wanted to do immediately found something and directed the whole group to that section. Luckily, Joohyung got them fast passes for the rides and they were able to skip all the big lines.

After they experienced Star Wars Soobin walked out of that section with his own custom R2D2. The group went to buy some snacks on their way from one ride to another. Of course they also stopped at places that look photogenic to take photos at.

“Ah…Jooie noona can I ask you something?” Beomgyu gently held back Joohyung from the rest of the group. Joohyung hummed at his question waiting for his reply. “Can we take…couple pictures?” Beomgyu whispered that last part so low that Joohyung almost missed it. Joohyung wanted to giggled at his blushed expression and how he didn’t want the other members knowing because they would instantly tease him. “Sure, puppy.” Beomgyu’s eyes lit up and immediately intertwined his hand with hers and got up with the group.

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“We should get our Mickey ears already since we rode a couple of rides.” Kai suggested to them which they agreed and headed straight into the gift shop. They broke up and started looking at the huge variety of different theme ears on the wall. “Noona should get these since their kid sized and won’t fall off.” Instead of the traditional ears Yeonjun pulled out a Mickey hat with a string that sits under your chin for support. “Ya! Stop making fun of my small head size~” Joohyung whined, as the members laughed. “Plus I prefer the Oswald hat more.” Joohyung grabbed the Oswald hat instead. “It’s cute.” Joohyung looked at herself in the mirror and pulled out her phone to take pictures.

Each member picked a set of ears that suited their taste and paid at the front and walked out with their new Disney merch on. “Ah capitalism strikes again.” Taehyun said while they walked to the next destination on their list.

As they somewhat finished what Disneyland had to offer they moved to California Adventure which Joohyung was more excited for since they had Cars Land, Toy Story, and the Ferris wheel. Also it was a big chance Joohyung could find her Baymax plushie on this side. So the group skipped over to Cars Land and had funny interactions with the cars that were out meeting people. They finally got on the car ride which Joohyung had been dying to get on, but the thing she didn’t know was at the end it was a race between their car and another car and that it would go fast.

“Ah!” She clinged on to Beomgyu who was sitting next to her enjoying his time with his arms in the air. They quickly ran to the photo section and once they saw Joohyung face in the photo it was a must buy purchase. “Look at her face!” Soobin was basically on the floor laughing at the picture. “Ya! That’s so unfair I didn’t know it would go fast in the end.” Joohyung smacked Soobin’s arm making him wince at the pain. “Ok, ok you two stop fighting and let’s finally eat a proper meal.” Yeonjun stopped the two.

They stopped to sit at a table outside and started to share the food around. You could tell they were hungry because no one spoke a word as they ate and drank their special Disney drinks. “I forgot to take a photo!” Yeonjun gasped, as he saw all the empty plates and half drunken drinks on the table. “Well until next time. Come on, we have to ride the Toy Story ride.” Beomgyu got up with the others following him. They cleaned their table and made their way to Toy Story. Unfortunately for them it was a pretty long wait and the fast passes sold out in minutes, but with a cute aesthetic of toys all around them some of the members kept themselves occupied with taking many photos.

“Hey, I got us this Disney drink.” Beomgyu was the only one that left the line to get something to drink. “I thought you were going to get a water bottle?” Joohyung asked while looking at the pretty drink. “Well I was l, but it was a bit expensive for a water bottle so I decided if it was going to be expensive why not get a Disney drink.” Beomgyu tried to justify his decision, making Joohyung laugh. “Can I try it?” Joohyung looked up at him. “Of course! Here.” Beomgyu led the straw to Joohyung’s lips. It only took a little sip of Beomgyu’s drink for Joohyung to love it instantly. “Ya! It’s so good.” Joohyung smiled up at Beomgyu.

After waiting for what seemed like hours they finally went into the ride and went crazy since it’s a shooting game. Joohyung was getting whiplash with all the turns the cart made. “Ya! Stop moving!” Joohyung yelled, as she was trying to hit the bullseyes. Joohyung came out dizzy holding on to Yeonjun who was experiencing the same feeling, causing the members to laugh at the two trying to walk straight.

“Let’s go on the roller coaster.” Beomgyu pointed at the only real roller coaster Disney has. The group went closer to the ride and Joohyung, Taehyun, and Kai already made up their minds on not going. “You guys go, we'll go see the shops.” Taehyun said, while hugging Joohyung and Kai’s arms pulling them away from the entrance of the line. “You babies!” Yeonjun teased them before following Soobin and Beomgyu in the fast lane.

As they entered the shop Joohyung was on the hunt to find Baymax plushies in the shops around the new San Fransokyo section. “Oh my god,” Joohyung sped, walking to the big Baymax plushie which was leaning against the wall waiting for her. “Look how cute he is!” Taehyun and Kai had to jog to catch up to her. “Noona he’s like half your body.” Kai chuckled, as he caressed the top of baymax’s head. “Do you really want him?” Taehyun asked even though he already knew the answer with how big Joohyung’s eyes got when she spotted the plushie. “Yes! He will be perfect for my collection.” Like a child Joohyung tightly hugged the plushie while swaying side by side. Kai and Taehyun gave each other the look and nodded, “ok I’ll buy you the plushie.” Taehyun smiled at Joohyung’s shocked face. “And pick something else too, I’ll pay for it too.” Kai took hold of the big Baymax plushie so Joohyung could look around. “Really?! Thank you so much.” Joohyung pulled the two into a hug and kissed their cheeks, causing a flush of pink on the tips of their ears.

Joohyung ended up completing her mission which was finding a new plushie for her collection along with getting a new oversized sweater, which came handy just in time for the cold night ahead of them. The three went back to the Incredicoaster where they found Soobin, Yeonjun, and Beomgyu barely coming off the ride. “It was so fun! You guys should’ve gone on.” Yeonjun smiled, while fixing his hair. “Nah, we're cool. Plus we were spoiling noona.” Taehyun pointed out the obvious. Joohyung held Baymax out towards Yeonjun so he could see the said ‘spoiling’. “I should have known.” Yeonjun was happy that Joohyung found what she was looking for since she loves the character so much. “Noona looks so cute.” Soobin pets her head affectingly.

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Before the fireworks started at Disneyland they went on the Ferris wheel and it was not the normal one, it was the one that swings back and forth. It was the group’s fault for letting Beomgyu convince them that it’s “not as bad as people think”. No, it wasn’t bad. It was WORST! Joohyung was screaming, hugging Baymax tightly while Soobin waa clawing his fingers through the cage they were in along with hugging Joohyung’s right arm. Yeonjun on the other side of her was fully hugging Joohyung’s head screaming with her. “Beomgyu I’m going to fucking kill you!”

Beomgyu who was across from them was laughing his ass off while recording the three enjoying his time seeing everyone freaking out. Taehyun on Beomgyu’s left side had both hands holding on to the cage while making his little side effect noises, no one could tell if he was having fun or was equaling shitting himself. Kai on the other hand was gripping the fuck out of Beomgyu’s arm while closing his eyes yelling with everyone else.

“Did everyone have fun?” The kind worker asked the group. “Yeah~ thank you!” Beomgyu was the only one who answered while the rest of the group groaned. To cheer everyone up Beomgyu bought them all ice cream, as they walked back to Disneyland to watch the fireworks.

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The group got a pretty good spot plus the boys’ height gave them an advantage to see the castle better. As the show started Beomgyu stood behind Joohyung with his arms wrapped around her shoulders, and resting his chin on top of her head. It felt good to the couple doing coupley things without worrying about people recording or criticizing them like how people get back at home. Soobin thought the couple looked so cute and took a photo, but at a 0.5 angle. Soobin bursted out laughing, showing them the photo. “What the fuck.” Joohyung almost started crying laughing at the picture.

After trying not to disturb everyone around them from taking funny pictures of each other the tiredness started hitting everyone. From waking up at 6 am and being still awake at 10pm without a nap was finally hitting. “Let’s go to the shops one more thing and then go back to the hotel.” Taehyun took charge. The final shopping was for everyone’s family and getting them little souvenirs.

They all purchased their things and finally headed to the trams where Joohyung ended up falling asleep on Soobin’s shoulder while hugging her Baymax plushie. Of course the members couldn’t hold back and take pictures of her from different angles. Since they didn’t want to wake Joohyung up again to drive back to the hotel Yeonjun ended up driving, but without doing a quick stop at in and out to grab some food. Once they made it to the parking lot of the hotel Beomgyu carried Joohyung bride style while Kai took a hold of Baymax.

The group ended the night eating and talking about little moments they had throughout the day while giggling at the half asleep Joohyung slowly munching on her burger. “Thank you noona. We had fun.” Kai whispered while tucking her back in her bed.



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ii. Cut It Off│M.O'Hara

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Summary: After a quiet morning prayer, you bond with Sister Lyla and her friends before helping Father O'Hara with his project. Confessions and unsettling dreams stir guilt and tension, culminating in a tense encounter with Father O'Hara that hints at deeper secrets. Navigating the abbey’s strict rules, you confront your own emotions and the shadows lurking within the community.

Pairing: Priest!Vampire!Miguel O'Hara/Nun!reader

Warnings: man gets mad he cant fuck? he watches you bathe? again there's no down right smut but there will be so please MDNI!!

a/n: quick little background on this. I started writing this when the second movie came out and ive been pushing off so fully if i post it i can get the story i want out and not be constantly thinking about it.

word count: 5,208

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{cross posted on AO3}

𝔐𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔴 5:30 𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱-𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔪𝔟𝔩𝔢, 𝔠𝔲𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔬𝔣𝔣 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔴 𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔶. ℑ𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔴𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔢 𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔱𝔬 𝔤𝔬 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩.

After you finished eating you returned the bowl to the kitchen and headed to the convent's chapel for morning prayers. You found a spot close to the back and waited for the other sisters to arrive from breakfast. You kept your head low knowing that none of them would talk to you. You sat waiting for Abbess Drew to go up to the front.

"Church mouse," a sister whispered over her shoulder. "Hey, you," a hand flicked your knee. You looked up to see three sisters looking at you.

"Yes?" You asked.

"I overheard you working with Father O'Hara on the exhibit," she stated.

"Yes. I am," you looked at the others around her.

"Well, I'm Sister Lyla  and this is Sister Margo and Sister Peni." She points at the others. "We've been here for about three years so if you need any help we're here," She smiles.

"I've been here for five years," you said, slowly. Her face drops and becomes pale.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I thought you just joined. And people call you church mouse, I thought it was because you've always been a part of the church and just now decided to take your vows,"

"Ok," you said slowly once again, trying to figure out what she was saying. She stared at you waiting for you to tell her off for being disrespectful or something along that line. The two of you just stared at each other waiting for the other to talk, but luckily, you were saved by Abbess Drew standing at the front.

"Good morning, sisters," her voice boomed out.

"Good morning" a monotonous tone rang out. 

One of the older fathers comes and puts his hand on her back to usher to her seat. He walks to the smaller of the podiums and begins reciting the passages for today's morning sermon. You started to become more dazed the longer the father talked. A hand flicked your knee again. You looked over at her. Your eyes pleaded for her to stop. 

"What is the project?" she whispered. You wave your hand to tell her to stop. "I worked with a father once. mostly just errands and small tasks. But you get to be a part of the project. That's really cool. congrats." she smiled at you. 

"Thanks," You whispered back. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Abbess Drew glare at the two of you. You slide down into your seat hoping she wouldn't come to tell you off. You listened to the father drone on and on. You wished they would pick one of the younger fathers to do the morning sermon. Give them more training, you thought. It would also help with keeping the sister's attention. Give them someone that wouldn't put them to sleep. You were staring blankly at the pew in front of you when Abbess Drew thanked the Priest and walked up to the front. 

She lifts her hands and all of the sisters' heads bow. "O God, come to my assistance," Abbess Drew sang out.

"O God, make haste to help me," you answer back. A sea of the other sisters' voices drowns yours out.

"Glory be to the Creator, to the Redeemer and the Holy Spirit," Abbess Drew raised her arms above her head.

"As it was in the beginning, it is now and will be forever," the sisters answered.

"Amen," and with that morning prayers were over. And you were excused to do your silent prayers and other rituals.

"Hey, I'm really sorry," Sister Lyla  finds you. "I've never seen you around the abbey," she follows right behind you. You make your way up to Abbess Drew, trying to ignore her. You wished she had left you alone instead of following you to apologize.

"I'm normally assigned to the library," you told her in hushed tones, trying to end the conversation. "Good morning, Abbess Drew," you bow.

"Good morning Sister. I hear Father O'Hara is looking for an assistant for his project," she stretches out her arm to invite you to follow her to her office. You follow behind her.

"Yes, Sister. He told me yesterday after he asked me to help him select books for said project," You said, trying to not let your excitement escape.

"Yes, He has come to me and asked for you specifically," she opens her door to her office. You follow her in. You watched her sit in her seat and waited for her to permit you to sit. She waves her hands and you sit in a big plush chair. "I will allow it. He doesn't know how long the project will take but he also suggested you be his assistant permanently. I told him that would be up to you once the project is over," she said. You thanked her and waited for her to dismiss you. "Oh and sister, he asked for you in the afternoon so after lunch report to his office. In the meantime do the duties you would normally do in the even now. That's all, you're dismissed."

With that, you left. You thought about what you would normally do in the afternoon. Prayer and shower were the biggest ones that came to mind. You walked around the abbey's hallways. You see a bulletin board with the abbey's events. A bake sale next week and a fair in the middle of spring. You saw some other meetings that are being held in the abbey's extra rooms. You scanned to find if Father O'Hara was in charge of any of them. It looks like it's all the younger priests that are handling them.

You knew he was older but not like the cardinal level of old. He could probably become a bishop in the next year if he wanted to. You started at the flyers and the memory of the dream from last night reappeared in your mind. A chill spreads through your body. You stared at his name. Confession. You need to confess. You know thinking about sinning really isn't a sin but you reasoned that because you are a member of the abbey, your thoughts should be clean and pure. You turned and walked towards the chapel, hoping the other sisters had left and the Father in charge of confession this morning would be in the booth.

While you walk to the main chapel, some of the sisters give you weird looks. You pushed open one of the newer doors to go outside. You walked along the stone path to the community's chapel. You liked the community's chapel. It was much larger and grander than the convent chapel. The beautiful stained glass filters the light in bright colors and makes the inside feel painted in a way. You pushed open the large doors. You looked around at all the windows. The beautiful colors filled the room with such brilliance. You release the breath you were holding. You walked up to the confessional booth. The old door creaks, alerting the father to someone coming in.

You sit on the hard, wooden bench. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. You lift your hand to your forehead. A light tap then to your chest. You opened your eyes and tapped your left shoulder. You finish on your right and place your hands in your lap. "Forgive me Father for I have sinned. It has been one week since my last confession," you said. You thought about the last time you confessed. You felt so guilty that you took extra food one day. You were plagued with thoughts of God condemning you for greed because of it. You practically cried to the priest about it.

"I think I've committed the sin of lust by accident," you say to the wall in front of you. the father hums and you continue, "I had a dream where a man touched me." You hesitated on the last words. You thought about the dream. He didn't necessarily touch you inappropriately. But the way it made you feel... you couldn't get over that feeling. "This is all I can remember. I am sorry for these and all my sins." You feel the ghost of his hands running up your leg. You move to push your thighs together. Tears threatened your eyes.

"As penance, review the readings in Ephesians 4. Focus on verses 17 through 24." He says.

"Thank you," you pause. You bring your hands to your chest. You bow your head as your eyes flutter shut. "My God, I am sorry for my sins with all my heart. In choosing to do wrong and failing to do good, I have sinned against you whom I should love above all things. I firmly intend, with your help, to do penance, to sin no more, and to avoid whatever leads me to sin. our savior Jesus Christ suffered and died for us." You bring your hand up to sign the cross, "In his name, my God, have mercy."

You pause. "Amen," you and the priest say in unison.

"You are doing well, my child. By coming to god before you act upon these urges, you will overcome these sins before they damage your soul," the priest says. "Bless this child, may she not be consumed by the sinful way of the world and be reunited with your light once more. Amen," he prays.

You stand up quietly. You shut the door behind you and walk over to the candles. An elderly woman is lighting hers. You walk up next to her. She offers you her still-lit match. You bowed in thanks and lit your own candle. You bow and give a prayer of thanks to god. Once finished you place your hand on the elderly woman's shoulder. She smiles and bows.

You try to make sure your steps aren't too loud for the visitors and make your way to the doors. You open them enough for you to sneak out. You sighed and made your way back to your room. Your footsteps are faster than normal. You felt tears prick in your eyes. Once the tear fell, you started to run.

You ran back to your room. Ignoring the concern of the people around you. You slammed your door and fell. You brought your legs to your chest. You weep and pray to god to end whatever you're feeling. To stop whatever is in your mind. You want it to all go away. You hugged your legs tighter to your body and let the tears fall. Your throat hurts as you hold back sobs. You knew you were crying because God had finally shown you the feelings you were feeling were sinful. Your crying was to show him you are willing to change.

You sat for many minutes. You let the feelings come flowing and you didn't see an end in sight. You figured you would end up asleep on the floor, missing your duties and meals. You decided that Abbess Drew would understand if you explained to her tomorrow. Your tears had slowed but your breathing still hiccupped. You let your eyes close as you let the peacefulness of the end of the cry fill you. This is when you feel as if God has forgiven you.

You hear a soft knock on the door. You quickly wipe your face and stand up to your feet. You brushed off your skirt and closed your eyes. You inhaled as much as you could and held it till you stopped feeling like crying. You exhaled and opened the door.

Abbess Drew stood in your doorway. "What's troubling you, dear?" she asked. Her hand gently landed on your upper back, trying to coax you out of your room. You sniffled and looked up.

"Confession stirred up some hidden feelings," you weakly smiled at her. "Sorry to have bothered you and the others."

"That's alright." she pulled you in for a hug. "Now, go on and do your penance," she said with a smile.

"Thank you, Abbess," you walked back to your room. You lean against the door while it closes. You closed your eyes and let all the feelings melt off of you before you moved to your table. You opened your bible and began to read the passage the priest gave you.

17 So I tell you this, and insist on it in the Lord, that you must no longer live as the Gentiles do, in the futility of their thinking. 18 They are darkened in their understanding and separated from the life of God because of the ignorance that is in them due to the hardening of their hearts. 19 Having lost all sensitivity, they have given themselves over to sensuality so as to indulge in every kind of impurity, and they are full of greed.

20 That, however, is not the way of life you learned 21 when you heard about Christ and were taught in him in accordance with the truth that is in Jesus. 22 You were taught, with regard to your former way of life, to put off your old self, which is being corrupted by its deceitful desires; 23 to be made new in the attitude of your minds; 24 and to put on the new self, created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness.

You finished reading and mulled over the meaning and how it pertains to your situation. A few tears had fallen as you read but you knew that was to be expected. You prayed and thanked God for forgiving you. You closed your bible. You looked out your window. It was so sunny out. The sky was a glorious blue and the birds were singing their praises.

"I need to wash all this off," you whispered to yourself. You stood and gathered your things for your shower. You walked to the bathhouse, trying to ignore the whispers from the sisters.

The bathhouse was too open for your liking but you lived with it. You set your towel and shoes by the wall. You removed your habit starting with your veil and cap. You undo your hair and run your fingers through it, massaging your scalp to release the tension in your head. You sighed and turned to sit. You lifted your skirt to pull your socks down, failing to notice the figure on the balcony of the bathhouse.

Father O'Hara watches as you drag the fabric down your legs. He hums at how your legs stretch. His gaze lingers at the end of your shirt, which is currently hanging at your hips. You fold your socks and put them in your shoes. He admires how gracefully you stand. His mouth waters as he watches your fingers undo the buttons of your habit. He grips the pillar he's standing next to, as you let the dress fall to the floor. He memorizes the muscles on your back as you stretch.

You fold the dress and remove your undergarments. It takes the will of God to keep him from running down there as you make your way into the bath. Father O'Hara watches how your muscles relax as soon as the warm water reaches your skin. Once you find your place to sit, he is practically leaning over the railing. He readjusts his pants as you lean back into the bath to soak your hair, and breasts on full display for the father. He groans at the sight.

He convinces himself to leave before he can't take it. He hurries to his office, quickly slamming the door and locking it. He sits in his chair uncomfortably. The strain on his pants is unbearable. He puts his arms on his desk and his head in his hands. He wants to scream. He wants to relieve himself. He wants to devour you. He looks up and the reason he can't be looking right at him. His God. Your God. The reason he can't have you.

He picks up his cup from his desk and hurls it across the room. It shatters against the painting, causing it to fall. He stares at the wall, not able to think. His nails dig at his desk. flashes of you in the bath run across his mind. Then the picture. Anger continues to build in his chest. His breathing is erratic. His heart is beating faster than ever before. He growls at the thoughts swirling in his mind.

A knock. A singular knock at the door. His heart sank to his feet. His breathing had stopped altogether. He released his grip on the desk. He looked around at the scene surrounding him. Another knock. He snapped at the door.

"Miguel?" a voice rang from the other side of the door. He ran up to the door and opened it enough to see who it was. Father Parker's worried look told him more than enough to know that everyone heard his outburst. "Are you alright?"

"Old nails. The painting fell and the glass shattered. sorry to startle you," his voice low. Father Parker knew something was wrong but knew prying wasn't going to help. He took that as truth and left.

Father O'Hara went back to his desk. He let his head fall to the surface. He stared out his window, beginning to think about all that just happened. He'll have to see you later. He'll have to be in this office with you. He closed his eyes and let the headache consume his mind.

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You walked down to the dining room for the sisters. Hearing the lively chatter from the hall. You stopped at the window and saw a group of fathers walking around outside. They looked to be in deep conversation. One amongst them was Father Parker. He looked scared or maybe worried, you really couldn't tell. You shoved your weight against the door of the dining room.

You walked over to the other sisters to see what was on the menu for lunch. It looked like chicken and some veggies. You smiled and headed to the line to get some food. Once your plate was made, you made your way to the table closest to the window.

Picking at the vegetable, you watched the birds fly around the courtyard. You watched how they looked as if they were playing tag. But as you watched more, when they dove at each other it was like a freefall but their trust in each other was more than just a silly little game. It was unconditional love. A love that they're willing to take life-threatening risks just to prove that they only want each other.

A plate smacked on the table across from you. "Did you hear?" Sister Lyla  said.

"Gossip is morally wrong," you said, looking back towards the window. The birds had left.

"Is it gossip when I overheard the Fathers talking?" she tried to reason with you. You looked at her, wondering where she was going with this. "I heard Father Parker say he was concerned for Father O'Hara. He said he heard a crash in his office and when he went to go check out if he was alright, Father O'Hara said his painting fell," she paused only to take a bit of her food. "Father Parker said he doesn't believe him. I heard the two of them were friends before they joined the church. So I would believe Father Parker if he said something wasn't right with Father O'Hara," she finished her rant and enjoyed her meal as if she hadn't said all of that in one breath.

"What do you think was the noise then?" you asked, discarding your food to the side.

"I don't know," she said, "he seems like the kind of guy to get mad easily. Maybe someone got under his skin," she looked down at your food. You pushed it to her, you didn't want it now. "You'll be there after lunch, right? Well, you should tell me, if a painting really did break. Ease the tension of everyone. That's if he didn't clean it up," she said.

"You're right," you pondered on her statements. If a painting really did fall then you'd know the rumor is true that it just happened to have fallen. But what if it wasn't the painting? You tried not to overthink all the possible reasons for a loud crashing sound coming from a Father's office.

"What are you thinking?" Sister Lyla  asked.

"What if it's not a painting?" you asked. "What if he tripped, or knocked something off his desk, or threw something or completely destroyed the room," your face began to contort into panic and confusion.

"Don't worry, I believe that it was just the painting that fell. I think Father Parker saw him in shock after the painting just spontaneously fell in his quiet office," her hand lands on yours. You looked up to see her bright smile.

"Thanks," you smiled back, "Well, I have to go explore his office now. Would you like to meet me for breakfast in the morning?" you asked, clearing the table.

"Yeah, I'll see you here in the morning," she followed you up to the door of the kitchen and you both disposed of your plates. She waved as she sat with Sister Margo. You smiled back at her.

You strolled through the hallway, gleaming. You were excited to have a friend. Five years and the only person you've had a real conversation with has been the Abbesses. You grinned while watching your feet. You had a lightness to your steps. You wanted to twirl around in the hallways of the abbey.

You made it to the door of the offices of the Fathers. You pushed it open lightly hoping to not make a sound. Though some of the Fathers are old, their hearing is still as good or maybe better than when they were younger. And they weren't afraid to complain that a sister was making too much noise in the offices while they tried to work.

You got to the old oak door with Father O'Hara's name scripted on it. You took a deep breath and knocked on the door. You waited for the door to open. You swayed on your feet. You knocked again. You heard footsteps approach you. You turned to see Father Parker walking towards you.

"Oh, Hello, Sister," he smiled. He sees you standing in front of Father O'Hara's door. "Is he not answering?" He asked and you stepped aside to let him try. He knocked loudly and then yelled through the door. "Father O'Hara, A sister is here to see you." He looks back at you. "Are you the sister assigned to his project?"

"Yes, Father," you answered.

"Well, I'm sorry about this. He normally is very punctual," he twists the knob of the door. "Huh, it's locked. I don't think I saw him wandering around the abbey after I saw him this morning. Would you like me to escort you to Sister Drew?"

"Yes please," you follow behind him. You two walked in silence for the majority of the way. You felt quite awkward. You wanted to ask him questions to lighten the mood, but he looks so concerned and the only question you want to ask is if they had been friends since before they both joined the church. You stared at the floor, trying to minimize the silence.

"One of the Sisters was telling me about your opportunity to work with Aug– Father O'Hara," he finally says. "Do you like history?" He slows his pace to match with you.

"Yeah, I was going to study history in college. Plus, My duties are in the library. Convenient if you need a book right then, instead of having to wait till the library opens."

"Hadn't thought of it like that," he laughed, "smart man."

You smiled at his comment. You liked talking to the Fathers. They're always so polite and the younger ones are more carefree with what they say. It reminds you of your friends before you joined the convent. You looked up at the Father and smiled.

"Father O'Hara isn't much for history. He has always been good at science. In school, he had a knack for biology. It was weird seeing here one day. I swear I thought he would have become a scientist," he smiled and looked out the window as if looking at a fleeting memory.

"You knew each other before joining?"

"Yeah, we were friends," he laughs, "he used to be a lot scarier. True me, kid, you did not want to meet him back then," his hand lands on your shoulder. Your thoughts drifted to what he might have been like before joining the church. You smiled at the thought of him in a lab coat and how someone that big could be a scientist.

"Well it looks like we're here," he knocks on the door.

"Come in," Abbess Drew's voice rang out. Father Parkers opened the door and Abbess Drew instantly stood to her feet. She quickly bowed, "Father Parker, what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Well, I found this one waiting for Father O'Hara. He doesn't seem to be in and I was escorting her back to you," he smiles. He stretches his arm to let you in. You walk into her office. You quickly bow and wait for her orders. "If you don't mind, I could use some help organizing the files in my office."

"You seem to be popular," she smiles at you. "Very well, you may help Father Parker tonight. Father Parker, if you see Father O'Hara, Please remind him that if he needs to do other things please tell me so we don't have another little meeting like this. The sisters work for our Lord, not just the Fathers," she gently reminds him.

"Yes Sister Drew," he bows and starts to leave. You bow to Abbess Drew and walk out behind Father Parker. He closes the door and looks at you. "So what do you want to know?"

"What do you mean?" you looked up at him.

"About Father O'Hara. You have a whole encyclopedia about him, right here," he smiles and begins walking to his office. "I can tell you about this one time we snuck out to go see these girls in our class. Poor guy, he was so nervous."

"Father O'Hara? nervous?" you asked, grinning. Father Parker smiled back.

"Oh yeah! He almost fell out of his window when I went to go get him. But when we got there, Oh man! He was stumbling over his words and couldn't look any of them in the eyes. He just sat there playing with his hands. He wouldn't speak to me for a whole day afterward. Said I was 'being too mean' for putting him in the situation," he laughed so loud, that you looked around to see if you were bothering anyone.

"Do you know why he joined?" you asked.

"Boring question," his voice rang off the walls of the abbey. "But all I know is he showed up here, asking for me. The abbey gave him a place to stay. After a few months, he joined the church and started his journey to becoming a priest. He never told me why he was looking for me or why he decided to stay," his voice became deadly serious. "I don't mind, I was starting to miss my old buddy." he paused for a second. He giggled to himself. "You should see him when he's a few drinks in. He cannot hold his liquor. Which is weird if you think about it. O'Hara? That's an Irish name." he said matter-of-factly. "I have a question for you," you looked up in shock. He laughed, "Nothing bad. I was wondering why the other sisters call your church mouse."

"Well, I didn't know about the nickname until recently," you answered honestly.

"Oh, so not a good nickname, I guess," he said as he pushed open the door to the offices. "I like it though. It matches you," he said, opening the door to his office.

You stopped in your tracks. It was disgusting. Absolutely filthy. It looked like someone let a bird and cat in here and let them chase each other. You look around, trying to find a place to start. All your options came back as none. Nada, nothing. Zero.

"You can start over there with the boxes. All you need to do is file them into the filing cabinet," he smiled. You just looked at him in horror.

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After many hours of laughing, stories of Father Parker's and Father O'Hara's past, and lots and lots of cleaning, you had gotten the office to where you can see the floor, and desk and be able to walk from the door to the window. Now, you're slouched in his office chair, listening to him go on about his glory days in high school. Your back was screaming but you enjoyed his company and can't technically leave until he dismisses you.

"And that's how me and Miguel broke into the abandoned hospital and I scared him so bad he didn't talk to me for a week," he finished. He sees your eyes struggle to stay open. He looks up at the clock and sees it's about midnight. "Oh, I'm so sorry, you're dismissed. Sometimes I forget that you can't tell me to shut up so you can leave." you stand to your feet and limp to the door. "But thank you. I do enjoy having someone to help me clean and listen to me ramble about my past life. I appreciate it," he puts his hand on your lower back. "Have a good night, Sister."

"Thank you and I'm always willing to help again. Good night Father Parker," you said as you sleepily walked down the hallway to the door. He watches to make sure you can walk, but once you make it to the door he retreats into his office.

You walk in the silence of a sleeping abbey. The halls were only illuminated by the moon. You fought to keep your eyes open. Your back trying to not give out before you make it to your room. The threat of passing out is heavy on your mind.

Father O'Hara's name ringing in your ears. Miguel O'Hara. sisters weren't supposed to know the Fathers' first names. Father Parker gave up on trying to not say his first name about twenty minutes into talking.

You shuffled down the hall with the sisters' rooms. Once at your door, you threw yourself against it and made your way to your closet. you took off your habit and made your way to your window to close it. You looked out to the street below.

You see a figure walking below. It was a large man. You chuckle at the thought that it might be Father O'Hara. Until he turned to look back to see if anyone was around. You saw his face. It was him. but you were too tired to care and turned to your bed.

[ilylovelyz]

sunday morning

pair : levi x fem!reader

warning(s): major aot spoliers, pregnancy, children, timeskip!levi, just lots of love, reader is insecure abt her postpartum body, a little suggestive, mentions of church, reader and levi have a bit of an age gap (just like 3/4 years), reader is taller than levi by like 4/5 inches

note : i am just having baby fever T.T

the breeze feels good today.

it's a bright sunday morning. he never really liked sunday. he never understood the meaning of a "sunday morning." y'know, the ones where you go to church, go out to breakfast with your family, or just simply relax and sleep into the afternoon.

no, he never got that. instead, he had his sumday full of paperwork, training, or heavy cleaning. it's not like it was unexpected. he was a high-ranked soldier in the survey corps. he didn't expect anything from an already high-risk, practically 24/7 job.

so now, he feels... off. theres no paperwork to fill out. no training he needs to do. he can clean, but theres not much to clean anymore.

you could say he feels relieved. the titans are gone. everyone could finally relax without having the fear of their walls being blasted through. even better, he can relax with his wife, y/n.

he's still new to his "lifestyle." he's not used to this thing "relaxation." the windows are open, linen curtains flowing with the soft breeze. it's a good june day, neither too hot nor cold.

he's sweeping the already clean floors, wondering on what to do for the next few hours. he desperately wants to "relax" but he just doesn't know how. he sighs in distress, wiping the back of his palm on his forehead.

like clockwork, he hears the cry of a baby. his baby. setting aside the broom to stand on the nearest wall, he walks towards the nursery, painted in soft colors. he stands in the doorway for a few seconds, soaking in the lovely sight in front of him.

the baby was already soothed by his wife, who was already coddling and cooing at it with such love and adoration. "my, you have such cute fingers~" you whisper, fondling the baby's plushie fingers with your own.

"it's so bright," he thinks. today just seems so... perfect. he is still expecting something to terribly go wrong, somehow, someday. he inhales the scene in front of him, trying to burn the image into his memory forever.

you two have been together for many years, dating back to around the time when eren had finally sealed the holes in the walls. you and levi had been through a lot, and you've both seen a lot together. that in turn only made the bond between the two of you stronger and closer.

you remember the day he promised to marry you - when he was almost fatally wounded by the beast titan and had a moment of clarity did he decide that he wanted to be with you for the rest of his life. so, following the extermination of the titans, the two of you happily married.

it's astonishing how much time has passed since then, even though it's barely been a year. in that year, even despite your age (mid 30s), you fell pregnant following a few months of the wedding. you were absolutely joyful at the news. levi was too. although he didn't immediately lift you into his arms like every other "normal" guy would, his mind was racing a million thoughts per second.

on the outside, they were all sorta displeased at his lack of emotion. on the inside however, he thought his heart was going to explode due to how it felt so heavy with love, yearning, and relief. god, it was his dream to live a happy life, and now he finally has it (at the expense of his eye, fingers, and almost his entire ability to walk). he couldn't be any happier.

stepping out of his mind, he takes a few limpy steps towards you. you notice, turning around and giving him that loving smile of yours. "pretty day 'nnit?" you say. it wasn't much of a question. he replied with a soft hum, not taking his eyes off his firstborn, his son. it's crazy how much time has passed in a blink of an eye.

he remembers just as clear as day when you first told him you were carrying his child, and now his child is just a few measly weeks old. "lev, would you say he looks a lil' like you?" you tease. the baby was awake, little arms flailing and wiggling, reaching for nothing in particular.

he paid a little more attention to the baby. he was surprised at the sudden realization the resemblance the baby already has to him. black hair, little round blueish-gray eyes.. a stink face. "he's ugly like you." you tease. "how wonderful."

"yeah, luckily he'll grow up with great features." he resorts, a light smirk growing across his features. "if he grows up at all.." you giggle. he's a bit peeved that the baby looks like him, rather wishing he looked like his dashing mother instead. "i would rather he's like you though. i don't want him to be mistaken as a short asshole," he admits. "i mean, the brat isn't even half a year old and he already gives me looks."

you giggle at his comments. "i don't think he should be like me," you reply, getting up slowly and placing the now-sleepy baby into his bassinet. "i don't want him to look all nasty like me." you say, addressing your postpartum body.

even during your pregnancy, levi had noticed that you became obsessive with how your body had looked. he noticed the way you had negatively looked at yourself, and it just made him so angry at you. you looked absolutely lovely to him. "there's nothing wrong with your body, anyone who says so is an uneducated idiot with no common sense." he replied, bringing his hands to wrap around your waist.

"you're just saying that because you're biased." you sigh. "no, i'm saying that because it's true. i think you're the most beautiful woman i've ever seen, and you still are," he whispers, placing a chaste kiss onto your cheek. why would it be fair to judge you based on appearance? you love him even though he's missing like 3 fingers, face and body scared up. hell, he can barely walk anymore.

his hands squeeze at the plush skin there teasingly, earning a surprised and flustered reply of dismay from you. you tried to break away from his grasp, only for him to wrap his arms around you even tighter. bringing one hand down to grab your ass, he attaches his lips to your neck. "i love you." he whispers.

you sigh in relief as a reply. you hope you didn't wake the baby when he unexpectedly hoisted you up into his arms, carrying you into the shared bedroom you have with him.

it is a good sunday.

[an1tak]

new schedule! extremely detailed + visual schedules

as I said, an explanation of my new schedules and visual schedules my way, a little bit of my life! hope you like it or give you some ideas to do, god bless you and have a nice day!

fixed daily schedules

Sleep: 10:00pm to 5:45am ( 7.5 hrs of sleep, 5 sleep cycles.

Exercise: 60 minutes of exercise per day ( either high or low impact.

study: 3 to 4 hours ( depending on the number of subjects.

Hobbies: 3 hours ( life is beautiful doing things you love.

other daily activities: 3 hours.

Set daily routines:

morning routine

Wake up.

Drink a glass of water.

Put my playlist.

Brush my teeth.

Make the bed.

Wash my face.

Yoga / pilates.

Pray.

Have breakfast + drink coffee + read something (article, book, etc).

Take a bath.

Get dressed.

night routine

Review my obligations for the next day.

Drink water.

Brush my teeth.

Put on pajamas.

Read / watch something + yoga / pilates.

Draw / journal.

Play my nightly playlist.

Pray + read the bible.

Sleep.

study routine

Play my study playlist.

Drink water or coffee.

Make a list of what I am going to study.

Put on the pomodoro.

Take breaks when I need them.

Concentrate on finishing the topics not so much on time.

Workout soft routine (Yoga + Pilates)

Pilates:

10MIN full body cardio pilates workout // low-impact full body fat burn & tone | LIDIAVMERA

20MIN full body hourglass pilates // tone & slim | LIDIAVMERA

10MIN full body hourglass pilates | 7 DAY SUMMER CHALLENGE - day 6 | LIDIAVMERA

20MIN abs & booty hourglass pilates | 7 DAY SUMMER CHALLENGE - day 5 | LIDIAVMERA

15MIN full body HIT pilates for weight loss | 7 DAY SUMEMR CHALLENGE - day 4 | LIDIAVMERA

15MIN everyday hourglass pilates workout // intermediate level | LIDIAVMERA

10MIN full body gentle pilates workout // strengthen & lengthen // period pilates flow | LIDIAVMERA

20MIN full body pilates workout / DAY 4/7-DAY PILATES CHALLENGE / no equipment | LIDIAVMERA

Yoga:

20 Min Power Yoga Flow | Full Body Vinyasa Yoga for All Levels

20-Minute Intermediate Power Yoga

20 Min Daily Yoga Flow | Every Day Full Body Yoga For All Levels

20 Min Morning Yoga Flow | Every Day Full Body Yoga For All Levels

30 Min Energising Morning Yoga Flow | Full Body for Yoga All Levels

Yoga To Reduce Stress | 30 Min Slow Flow - Relaxing Stretches + Savasana

20 Minute Evening Yoga + Savasana | Deep Stretch & Relax

20 MIN POWER YOGA FLOW To Feel Energised | Full Body Yoga Workout For Strength + Length

30 Minute Sweaty Power Flow

and a beautiful playlist:

xoxo ana

[sips-tea-cutely]

Bbg could I get some hcs for cuddling with the hunting dogs (Fukuchi included)? 🫶

cuddling/sleeping with the hunting dogs

teruko ōkura, tetchō suehiro, ōchi fukuchi, saigiku jōno, michizō tachihara

a/n: there was a crying child onboard, i think i died inside

#teruko okura

her favorite position is to definitely transform into a child and sleep on your chest (she also wraps her arms around your waist)

teruko’s body temperature is SO high… (most especially her hands) it’s like the cutest spawn from hell decide to rest on top of you. tbh, it’s a good thing her salary is high enough to keep the AC at a cool 20° or else you’d be sweating immensely… even so, she’s a good girlfriend to have when you need a heat pack— BOOM!! human furnace + cuddles.

you can never really tell if teruko is awake or not cause her hair is always curtaining her face and even if not, her face is buried in your (man-)boobs 😖.

even if you don’t have any, she STILL buries her face in your chest since the beat of your heart is somewhat soothing? it’s nice to hear.

dating teruko means waking up to her resting bitch face everyday. despite her childishness, she’s quite a punctual person when it comes to work and responsibilities. so when she wakes up, so do you! plus, she’d probably make jouno suicidal if she didn’t get to kiss you off to work </33

#tetcho suehiro

you’d probably start holding each other and wake up on tetchous chest + his head in your hair

he sleeps talks… once in a while he whispers something— almost always something about his work or food. but, once in a while he talks about you as if you aren’t there. he starts babbling about how sweet you are and UGH, he’s just so sweet 😖😖😖

oh god, tetchou’s such a stiff sleeper. he tries to relax himself as much as he can but it always feels a little bit like sleeping on a bench.

he tries his best to make up for this by singing you to sleep. seriously though, he has a HEAVENLY voice (cmon, his VA is from enstars, ofc he sings well) his voice would be so soft and gentle too, I CANT (i firmly believe he would sing bruno mars songs)

mornings with tetchou are rare since he wakes up quite early (4-5:30 AM) but he always leaves love notes on the nightstand reaffirming his affections for you ughhh, marry him bestie 🙏🙏

#ochi fukuchi

hes so affectionate?? he wraps an arm around you waist and another on your head

from all the wars and deaths fukuchi has witnessed, he most definitely has PTSD. he’d probably have traumatic nightmares or something in the background might remind him of it so, once in a while, fukuchi would stiffen his muscles and grip you tighter, kinda like he’s scared that you’ll leave.

he’d also probably be a drooler? being in such a relaxing environment just calms him so much. and— off topic but, i feel like he’d also move a lot in his sleep. like he’s always tossing and turning.

fukuchi LOVES to brush your hair— most especially with his fingers. long or short hair, LET HIM BRUSH IT <3!! it’s sort of like a nighttime routine for the two of you 😖😖💗💗

out of all the dogs, fukuchi is most obviously the least punctual. he often sleeps in with you until early noon and comes in to work at maybe 12:45. what are they gonna do— fire him?

#saigiku jouno

tbh cannot imagine him cuddling (consciously, at least) BUT, he’d intertwine his fingers and legs with yours

honestly, when it comes to sleeping, his only flaw is that he falls asleep too fast. and, i wasn’t the one who told you this but jouno… smiles in his sleep. not a sadistic smirk but instead, an endearing smile as his head tilts to your shoulder

jouno really loves to complain about his work (read: not being named the strongest hunting dog). he can go on for hours about the slightest inconvenience like tachihara not refilling the coffee pot or something (he should change his name to karin jouno 🤗)

ooh, if you have someone at college/work that you hate— jouno’s the best person to talk to. he will slander them with you; that bitch is being a pick me? what an ass, go you, babe.

like teruko, jouno is punctual when it comes to work. except unlike her, he doesn’t want to wake you up. partly because he’s an asshole but he very much enjoys the peaceful look on your face. you’re so vulnerable, he could— sorry. (jouno most definitely has intrusive thoughts)

#michizo tachihara

just like jouno, another one who’s not good with affection </33 i think he’d place an arm on your abdomen and one holding your hand while his head is next to yours

because of his spy mission in the port mafia, tachihara has a pretty hard time falling asleep. he’s honestly afraid of sleeping? his imagination creates vivid nightmares of the black lizard members being injured, wailing in pain and, god, he knows it’s somehow his fault. but, he finds his comfort in you. your mellowness calms him somehow. even one glance at your peaceful face comforts him as he lets himself fall asleep.

since he grew up so fast, i feel like tachihara still has some childish habits. something like not being able to sleep without a warm glass of milk. he also likes if you make your own with flavorings. he never tried milk with hazelnut syrup but, oh my god?? new favorite drink

something that’d also help him sleep is talking. he loves the long late night talks you two have— there’s something so endearing to him about falling asleep to your lover’s voice.

noo but, istg he dies inside a little bit everytime his alarm rings. you look adorable, clutching the blanket but, he has to do his job BUT, you… god, save the king fr 🙏🙏

[unhappycylinder]

Gonna Be Trouble (Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Fem!Reader) Pt. 8

wc: 3.3k

Warnings: Jake being an idiot, cursing, Gabby and Rooster being adorable,

Series Masterlist

“Gabby I just don’t know what to do,” you sobbed into the phone, “I know he said that stuff to push me away, I know it's not how he really feels, but what kind of person can say that to someone they love? He probably doesn’t even love me…”

“Y/n don’t say that,” Gabby’s comforting voice brought more tears to your eyes, “you know he loves you, we all do, but you gotta remember its Hangman we’re talking about. He doesn’t know how to love someone this much. He’s from Texas, he doesn’t know how to have feelings.”

You laughed, wiping away your tears that had pooled in the crease of your nose, “very fair.”

“I’m so sorry he did this…” Gabby stuttered, “I have no idea why. We talked to him just the same day he called you, like literally hours before, and he told Rooster that he believed in you guys…”

That only made you sob harder, “then which one is it?” You coughed, the emotions overloading you to the point you thought you might throw up.

“Sweetheart oh my god,” Gabby’s heart broke for you, and her blood ran cold thinking of Hangman and how he could hurt you like this, “I don’t think you should be alone right now”

“There’s nothing I can do about that Gabby. It’s a long weekend, I have no friends here who know anything about my personal life, I have no money to go anywhere, I’m stuck,” you ranted to her.

“Alright then I’m flying you down”

“What?” You squeaked, “Gabby you’re not doing that”

“Yeah I am,” she pulled out a computer and started typing, you just stared at her dumbfounded over the phone, “send me your TSA number honey, we’re getting you out of there”

“Gabby,” you ran your hands over your forehead, “a flight to San Diego would be like $400 this last minute, it's ridiculous. I’ll be fine, I’m not-”

“Y/n just hush. You’re my best friend, you need support, and I need to see you. Plus, my husband’s in the military, I get flight discounts, and I have access to his credit card and he’s gonna be away at sea so who’s gonna know”

“You’ve got this deployment thing down don’t you,” you laughed at her

“We’ve only been married a few months but I’ve been with this idiot for years, and not once has he questioned why thousands of dollars leave his bank account every time he goes away. Honestly I don’t think he’s smart enough to remember how much money he had before he left…” She rambled while she booked your flight, “Can you be at the airport at 6 tomorrow? Direct flight to San Diego at 8:30…Roo and I can pick you up?”

“Gabby, I mean this sincerely, I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you smiled at her,

“Suffer…probably,” she giggled, making you laugh too.

“Thank you Gabby, you’re the best”

“I know I am,” she flipped her hair, “anyway I gotta go soak up some Rooster time before he leaves for forever…”

You giggled, “I don’t want to know details…I’ll see you tomorrow, love you!”

“Love you more, go get some sleep, and don’t forget about your flight please!”

You blew her a kiss before hanging up. Luckily, the emotions from Jake’s phone call had drained you for the day, and you fell asleep pretty easily after the talk with Gabby. After all, you had a flight to catch in the morning.

—

“You better give me a big hug right now,” Gabby said as she walked towards you, arms wide open, as you exited the airport and the warm California air hit your face. Your lip quivered at the sight of your best friend, your tired arm threatening to drop your duffel bag as you embraced her and let your tears flow.

“You’re okay sweetie, you’re here now,” Gabby comforted you as she ran her fingers through your hair

“You have no idea how much this means to me,” you sobbed out, “I’m so happy to be here”

“Awww, I know,” she pulled away and grabbed your face, the widest smile across hers.

“Ladies, this is cute and all,” Rooster yelled from the car, “but this is 5 minute parking and this pilot isn’t looking to get banned from the airport anytime soon…”

“Oh calm down pendejo,” Gabby grabbed your bag from you and threw it into the trunk of the car. 

Sliding into the back seat of the car, you caught Rooster’s apologetic gaze through the rear view mirror, the sorrow in his eyes nearly making you break down again.

“Still haven’t heard anything from Hangman?” He asked, the bronco slowly moving out of the line of cars waiting to pick up passengers.

“Ay!” Gabby exclaimed, slapping the back of his head.

“What?” Rooster threw a hand up in defense, hunching over the steering wheel to avoid his wife’s swing.

“Why the fuck would you ask that?” Gabby hissed before turning around to face you, “I’m sorry honey, Mexico did a number on his brain apparently,” she joked as she muttered curses in Spanish to herself. Gabby and Rooster had just returned from a short but sweet honeymoon in Mexico, of which you heard many….maybe too many…intimate tales.

“It’s okay,” you sighed, “um I haven’t heard from him.”

Gabby and Rooster shared a knowing glance.

“Not to keep making you guys play middleman but…have you heard anything?”

“Um…” they both said in unison while staring at each other.

“You can tell me, guys, I’m pretty sure I’d rather know than not.”

Rooster sighed before turning to his wife, who then turned back around to face you.

“I wasn’t gonna tell you this cause I didn’t want you to get anxious,”

Too late, you thought to yourself.

“Jake knows you’re here…”

“Oh?” You felt a punch in your gut, the feeling of anxiety creeping into your throat as Gabby watched you process, “does he-”

“It doesn’t matter what he wants,” Gabby placed her hand on your knee, “you’re here to relax, not appease him. We’ll answer any questions you have of course, but I want you to spend this weekend how you want to, no matter what, okay?”

You sighed, questions and concerns filling your mind, “Okay,” you shook your head. Relaxing was probably the last thing you could do right now.

—

“I think I need to see him,” you muttered as Gabby helped you put your toiletries away in the guest bathroom.

Gabby sighed, “okay, whatever you want, but do you really think that’s a good idea?”

“I don’t know, is it? Did he say anything about wanting to see me?” You reclined against the bathroom counter, arms folding across your chest.

“Of course he did, Y/n, he feels like shit for breaking up with you, I know he regrets it. Rooster said his flying’s been off the past couple days, says he’s been extra dangerous, whatever that means.”

“Shit,” you panicked at the thought of him burning in, “yeah I need to talk to him”

“I’ll call him then, let him know to come by?” Gabby asked, waiting for you to decide where you wanted to meet him.

“I think I’ll just walk to his place,” you said mindlessly.

“Babe that's like a mile from here, why would you do that?”

“Give myself time to think of what to say? Time to abort the mission?” You sighed, leaving the bathroom to begin your pilgrimage to Jake’s.

“Alright, well, let me know if you need us to pick you up. I love you!”

“Love you too, wish me luck,” you yelled from the stairwell before departing.

—

Hovering your fist over Jake’s door, reality finally hit and anxiety flooded your body as you contemplated what the hell you were doing at Jake’s door three days before he deployed. 

“Y/n what the fuck?” You whispered, fist returning to your side as you promptly marched down his driveway, praying he hadn’t noticed you there.

He had.

“Y/n?” A groggy voice muttered from behind you, the Texan drawl of the man you loved barely identifiable over your own whispers. Stopping dead in your tracks, the anxiety bubbled up once again and this time threatened tears from your eyes. With a deep breath you turned around to see him.

Jake stood shirtless in his doorway, grey sweatpants clinging to his hips, his hair spiked and disheveled. The home behind him was dark, no blinds open to let in the midday sun of San Diego, and likely no ventilation for the better part of the last couple days. His eyes blinked rapidly as he adjusted to the light, the hand not clasping the doorknob shielding his green orbs as he trailed up your figure.

“Hey,” you croaked, tears beginning to slowly track your cheekbones. You didn’t move at all, you stood static on his driveway, arms crossed in front of you in a shallow attempt to comfort yourself.

“Come in baby,” he said groggily, breaking your heart to hear him call you such a loving nickname in such a tender way. The tears grew more frequent as you shook your head and walked towards him, arms still crossed until you reached the doorway and stood mere inches from him. 

He was impossible to read, but the one emotion you could identify was sympathy. Even Hangman, the hard-to-crack fighter pilot with confirmed kills, couldn’t stand to watch the woman who owned his heart stand in front of him shaking with sadness that he caused. You reached up to wipe away your tears, closing your eyes briefly, and just then you felt his strong arms around you. Jake pulled you close, nuzzling his face into your neck and stroking your back with his strong hands.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n, I’m so sorry baby,” he whispered into your hair. You cried harder, eliciting a grunt and sigh from him as the consequences of his actions finally caught up with his emotions.

“The things I said to you were-” he lifted up his head and stared upwards, searching for words, you remained nestled into his chest as you cried, “they were appalling. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything after Rooster told me you were here, I should have tried to see you. I just didn’t know what you’d want…”

“Jake-” you cut him off, peeling yourself off his bare chest to gaze into his eyes which were now also brimming with tears, “we need to talk about this stuff”

He nodded. You needed answers, he needed reassurance, talking was the only thing you could do. He let go of you and welcomed you into the house. Just as you had expected, he hadn’t opened a single window in the whole home, the air stagnant and dark, and the smell of dirty dishes beginning to creep through the building. You walked over to his couch, sitting down on the warm fabric that had obviously been the host of his body for the past couple days. He sat next to you, knees barely grazing yours as you sat in silence for a brief moment.

“Jake, do you remember what you told me on the beach at the beginning of the summer?”

“That I loved you?”

The past tense stung.“No, the part about you burning in, about what Phoenix was saying about you being safer…”

“Oh,” he glanced downwards, “yeah I do”

“Jake, you told me that you were flying safe because you were scared of losing me, that you were scared you’d miss out on our life, on our memories. You told me you wanted to see where we end up, and that our love motivated you to be a better pilot,” you fiddled with his fingers as you spoke, “and Rooster told me you haven’t been flying safe lately,” your throat choking up the more you thought of him being careless, “and I just don’t get why,” you finally sobbed.

The sound of your voice breaking finally brought Jake’s attention to you, concern and pity filling his eyes as he watched you struggle to explain yourself.

“I don’t get why you push me away. I don’t get why you tell me one thing and then do another. I don’t get why you put yourself in danger for no reason, why you put your career and your life on the line….to what? To prove some point?” Tears pooled on your cheeks while your eyes searched the room for some semblance of comfort. “The things you said when you broke up with me hurt, they hurt me to my core, but the thought of you throwing your life away out of spite hurts even more.”

Jake was speechless, his green eyes glassy under scrunched eyebrows as he finally felt the pain you had been enduring because of him.

“The life I want is the life I share with you. And I went into this relationship knowing distance and deployment and all that shit would be a factor. You did too. I’m prepared to go through anything for you…because I want those memories, Jake. I want to hold you and kiss you and dream of you while you’re gone. I want to move into your stupidly undecorated house on base when I graduate and be here for you every night when you come home,” you gestured to his bare walls, eliciting a small chuckle and nod from the hard-to-crack military man who had tears dropping from his eyes.

“God Jake the love I feel for you is endless. I gave you my heart, I gave you myself, don’t give those things back to me.” You stopped talking, the emotions overwhelming you to the point where you removed your hand from his and tucked your knees up in front of you, bundling yourself into a ball while Jake processed everything you said.

“I think…” he began, his eyes searching every part of the room except where you were, “I think we should take some time to think about all this,” he slowed down as he said the last few words.

Your tears dried up, shock overtaking the sadness. You didn’t expect this, you didn’t expect him to mean the things he said, to mean that he didn’t want to be with you.

“So you meant it?” You questioned, eyes finally meeting his.

“What?” He asked quietly

“You meant the things you said. The things about us? About me?”

“No, Y/n. I’m sorry for the things I said to you. They were hurtful and wrong and downright disrespectful. You’re a sweetheart and I’m sorry. I just mean I don’t think it's smart for us to jump into things right now, not with my deployment and your school.”

“What are you saying,” you cut him off.

“I think maybe we should just wait to date or something, til I’m back…”

“Jake,” your voice cracked, “I can’t do that,” you sobbed.

“You don’t think it's a good idea?” He asked earnestly.

“I’m gonna be waiting for you either way. I’d rather be waiting as your girlfriend than just some girl who's heartbroken and doesn’t even know if the man she loves loves her back.”

“You’re not some girl, Y/n, you’re my girl,” he rubbed your arm.

Shrugging him off as the confusion overwhelmed you, “no I’m not Jake. You broke up with me, you told me we should wait. Those don’t exactly go hand in hand with being ‘your girl,” you stood up to leave, he stared at you bewildered, “I’m leaving. You need to make up your mind, I’m tired of being confused about how you feel about me.”

You walked through the dark house to his door, opening it and letting the harsh California light hit the living room where he still sat on the couch, eyes never leaving your frame. 

“Good luck on your deployment, Jake,” and with that you took one last look at him and left the house, closing the door behind him. As you walked away, you held out for the possibility that he would open the door and come running out with an apology. But he didn’t. You walked the whole way back to Gabby’s without a word…without an ounce of clarity…just confusion like you had never felt before.

—

The remainder of the weekend went by without a word from Jake. Occasional glances from Rooster after he got a text or got off the phone let you know that, per usual, you were the only person out of the loop when it came to your relationship issues. Nevertheless, going through this breakup without Gabby would have been impossible, and her support meant the world to you.

Monday came around and it was time for the pilots to leave. The debate of whether or not to go had lived in the back of your mind for the better part of the weekend, eating away at you when you tried to close your eyes. Ultimately, after lots and lots of thinking, you had decided not to go for multiple reasons. For one, it gave Gabby and Rooster time alone during a special moment…and it also gave you the upper hand over Hangman. Despite what he told you, you knew Jake, and you knew he’d expect you to be there to wave him off. 

“You sure you don’t want to come, honey?” Rooster asked you as he walked by the couch where you reclined in their living room, dressed in his flight suit.

“Yeah I’m sure,” you sighed, sitting up to face him. “I know he’s gonna expect me to be there. And I want to be there for him…but I can’t let myself keep getting hurt. I can’t let him know that he can keep hurting me and I’ll come crawling back…”

“You know, as much as I love Jake, and as long as I’ve known him,” Rooster began, “I think you’re doing the right thing. You’re showing him you’re prioritizing yourself, which is important. He’s an asshole, he needs to be put in his place.”

“He is an asshole isn’t he,” you and Rooster laughed together.

“Alright honey,” Rooster ruffled your hair, the nickname he always called you by making you smile, “I’m outta here. I’ll keep my lips sealed to Jake for a bit, but you know how to reach me if you want me to tell him anything, okay?”

He grabbed his bags, “or if you just want to chat, I’d like that too.”

“Bradley!” Gabby’s piercing voice ran out from upstairs, “we’re gonna be late if you don’t hurry the fuck up!”

“Down here, baby!” He yelled back.

Gabby came running downstairs, “You’re ready before me?” She asked out of breath.

“Yeah?” Rooster said sassily, “why are you so shocked by that?”

You giggled at the couple, making Gabby sneer at you.

“Don’t you dare laugh with him,” she pointed at you, making you and Rooster laugh harder. She sighed before walking down and embracing her husband.

“You can’t wear this flight suit in the home, Brashdaw, otherwise you’ll be late to everything…” she flirted before kissing him, his hands gripping her hips.

“I love you, Gabby,” he kissed her again.

“Y'all are gonna make me throw up, go get on a boat or something Roo,” you pretended to gag as you got up from the couch.

“Bye Y/n,” Rooster said, letting go of Gabby briefly to give you a hug and kiss on the forehead, “don’t be a stranger”

“Back at ya.” you gave him a smile, “don’t like die or anything….Gabby would kill you”

Your friend laughed, giving you a brief nudge before opening the front door for Rooster. She shot you a quick wink before closing the door behind her, the sound of the bronco starting not long after. 

And with that, you sat back down on the couch, left with your own thoughts and the slightest feeling of regret and worry beginning…what if you never got to say goodbye?

--

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[memberment]

GOOD MORNING EVERYONE

So the Trinitarians brain worm is back and Morning Glory is now longer and biting the dust as far as my focus goes.

But like, I genuinely want to talk to anyone who's invested in what's to come as far as part two goes. SO PLEASE. I IMPLORE THE FOUR OF YOU WHO PERPETUALLY TAKE NOTICE OF MY SCREAMS INTO THE VOID.

We're all aware that Trin is a time loop fic. That is confirmed.

BUT THE PROBLEM IS HOW I'M GOING ABOUT DOING THAT. AND I NEED INPUT FROM PEOPLE THAT ARE NOT ME AS FAR AS PLEASES AND SPARKLES GO, YES?

Because like sure I'm writing it and like fuck everything else, let me tell my story. But it's the how of it all like if I'm gonna throw another 200 give or take hours into this I would at least like one person to be having a wonderful time drinking and driving (I have since remembered this is not a common phrase, I do not mean this in a literal sense, it's an expression) with me right?

Part two is going to be 50 chapters, give or take. (Part one is about 37 for reference.)

So the plan for part 2 rn is (ROGUHLY):

(1-10) is the second timeline. There are a lot of importants and I cannot just glaze over it all more than that. But we're also working in a bit of a shorter time period than the original events of the story and introductions do not need to happen again, right?

(11-40)ish would be me running through the next timelines in a set up structure -> what changes -> the results of said changes and then inevitably what sends our looper backwards. It wouldn't be running through all the timelines but the more notable ones in kind of a four chapter structure, I am not fully sold on four, but rough estimate yk.

And then 41-50 would be the finale of part two. It's literally the last timeline in its glory and then the epilogue which kicks off part three.

COULD AT LEAST ONE OF Y'ALL SIT THROUGH THAT OR DO YOU GUYS HAVE ANY NOTES AT ALL BECAUSE LIKE

I personally kinda like it but if not a soul is reading this I am throwing myself on the curb with the rest of the garbage LMFAOOO.

I NEED THOUGHTS. OPINIONS. COMMENTS. CONCERNS. ANYTHING.

Anyways, I'm going to work. I have off tomorrow and I broke the ff investment seal for today so insanity and updates will be here tonight and homework will be tomorrow.

HOPE EVERYONE HAS A GOOD DAY <3

(9:30) I am literally falling asleep as I lazily write this angel based on Danse Macabre. Expect all of maybe one more update tonight if the tacos I am abt to receive don't wake me up LMFAO.

Also, I am almost saddened by not having something to post tm. Anyone want an early chapter of something that isn't Genesis/Desolation bc they're both on Monday?????? (I am feeling like a menace rn)

(10:19) tacos and the absolute yap session I just had did wake me up a bit. MAAAYBE might write some more. Idk I slept like three hours last night and went to work I'm kinda dead. But we're at 98.2k!!!!!!🥳

(11:06) okay we made it to 99.6k everything besides the flashback for 31 is done. I'm about to relax and watch something and figure out mechanics of some of this because god this series is A BEAST. Like, I still have six planned chapters left.

Pure insanity. I love it here. I hate it here.

Holy shit wait I just came to the realization that I started this fic exactly one month ago. I have belted out 99.6k for THIS FIC ALONE. (Moreso if we're including future shit that hasn't happened yet)

IN ONE MONTH.

THAT IS FUCKING CRAZY WHAT HTE FUCK LMFAOOOO

I may or may not be cooking we’ll find out in 6-26 business hours

(5:28) So I just had a very interesting past few business hours. I read a fic I've been waiting ever so patiently to finish. That's cool, right. I go for a walk at 4 in the morning because I'm insane. Fantastic. I get home at five and I'm like ohhhh well what do I do now it's not sleep time yet. Oh write I'm supposed to be drawing.

Nope I reread the epilogue of morning glory and realized Tweek's first address is for my morning glory and Craig's last sign off is your morning glory and now I'm ready to throw myself on the curb with the garbage as I sob. Someone call a trusted adult for me thanks.

[copias-juicebox]

It's a Sin Chapter 3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x fem! Reader Words: 5050 Genre: romance, angst, smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, SLOWBURN Warnings: in this chap: very sad and pathetic cardi, implied bullying whole fic: explicit languge, violence, abuse, age gap, smut (in the upcoming chapters blabla) Notes: we once again hit the 5000 words guys. I am kinda happy with this chapter I can feel myself improve with every sentence. Leave a heart in the comments to give Cardi a very needed hug to comfort the poor old man. And as always interactions are appreciated.

As the sun's first rays shone through your window, you slowly stirred awake. Sleepily you turned around in your soft bed until you realized where you were and you opened your eyes, your heart rate increasing with each passing second. You checked your phone on the bedside table for the time and instantly relaxed when you saw it was about 5:30 in the morning. You still had about 2 and a half hours before you were required in the infirmary to get introduced to your workplace in the ministry.

You fell back down into your pillows and took a deep breath. Today would be the first day that you were officially starting your job. It was all still quite outlandish to you. Your mind was racing once again, the same thoughts and doubts dashing through your head as last night when you desperately lied awake in your bed for countless hours before sleep finally took pity on you and took you in.

You had tried to not think about the day too much, but with yesterday's events and the information of your new boss being something like a “satanic pope” made you feel uneasy, and you were unsure what to make of it all. After all, you were going to spend the night under the devil's roof, and you hoped and prayed to God that he would protect you. The question lingered: would he actually do so? Would he not punish you for turning your back on him like this? Would he forgive you for your sins and connections to the devil? These worries plagued you all night, and unfortunately resulted in only 4 hours of sleep.

On the other hand, you felt unusually well?

You decided to leave the warmth of your covers and start your day with a refreshing shower. Once you stepped under the hot stream of water you felt your muscles relax. Up until now you had not realized how tense you were and how good the warm water running down your spine was. You washed your hair and body, contemplating your encounter with Papa and the Cardinal on the top of the stairs yesterday. Papa was so intriguing. He had a very intense energy that was surprisingly not off putting in any way. But you were going to tread lightly around him. Hannah had warned you about him, and you wondered if he was committed to the devil, if he had granted him clandestine powers. That would explain his extraordinary aura. Nonetheless, you could not deny deep down inside of you he was fascinating. You were sure it was not an attraction, no. You could never feel attraction towards a Satan -worshiping man. You could not allow yourself to be misguided by his sinful demeanor. And then there was the other man. He appeared to be a bit more approachable to you — clumsy even. Not nearly as intimidating as Papa was to you. Thinking about the strange man with his pencil mustache and sideburns led your thoughts to wander again. The man with his black biretta and nervous smile seemed to be the opposite of Papa. He could barely look at you when he shook your hand. Maybe he had been in a serious conversation with Papa that you two interrupted and he was intimidated by his presence. You could not tell.

When you stepped out of the shower and wrapped yourself up in a blanket, your mind was back to the day ahead. The weight of responsibility made you nervous. You wanted to prove yourself. You wanted to show them you were capable of doing your job.

You should not have been surprised, but when you opened the door to get dressed, the scrubs were not white as you were used to but pitch black.

You took them out and put them on, smoothing out the fabric as you stood in front of the mirror now. They looked good on you, too, and you decided to go with some makeup to look a little less tired. Just a bit of foundation and eyeliner with mascara. Finally, you finished your look for the day by tying up your hair in a high ponytail.

One last look into the mirror and you tried to convince yourself you were ready for the day. “You got this, don’t worry. Everything will be fine” you murmured to yourself

A knock at the door indicated that Hannah was waiting for you outside and you knew that the time had come for you to leave the safety of your room and get started on your first day now.

You walked over to the door and opened it, revealing Hannah dressed in her habit looking at you with a big smile and warm eyes. “Good morning, sunshine. You look gorgeous, sis. How are you? You must be thrilled, right?”

“Good morning, Hannah. You look gorgeous yourself. You pointed to her. “I don’t know if thrilled would be the right word for how I am feeling right now. More like hysterical, maybe.” You half joked.

“Ah, nonsense you are going to be fine, girl, I know that.” She said, wrapping her arm around your shoulder and walking down the corridor. “Let’s go get some breakfast, and after that I will bring you to the infirmary to Sister Jane. She will explain everything to you and you can get used to the outline of our hospital wing.”

Arriving down in the dining hall, Sister Hannah led you straight to a group of brothers and sisters. Watching everyone gather in the dining hall dressed in their black robes and satanic accessories was somehow less intimidating than you would have expected. It made you nervous nevertheless to meet other satanic believers. Were they all going to be as easy going as Hannah had proved to be?

“Morning, everyone. This is our beloved new nurse. Say hello,” She turned to you. The group greeted you in unison and you said your morning greetings back, introducing yourself. As you sat down, one of the Brothers asked if you wanted some coffee. You nodded your head and he asked the next table if they could hand over their carafe.

When he poured the warm, steaming liquid into your cup, you stopped him halfway. “Oh not too much please, I like to fill half of it with milk actually.” You told him, extending a hand.

“So you mean you like to drink milk with a shot of coffee?” He joked and you laughed.

“Yes I can‘t deny that. But it is the way I like my coffee best, so what can I say?” You shrugged.

As breakfast went on you got to know everyone out of the small group a little better. There were 3 other sisters besides Hannah and two brothers. They all seemed to get along well and you found them to be quite ok too. All you needed was to be accepted and respected (and not chosen to be sacrificed should they decide you were not good enough.)

You brushed those thoughts away for now and tried to just socialize with everyone normally.

Around 30 minutes later, everyone was leaving for their work and jobs in the ministry and that was your cue to grab Hannah and ask her to show you the way to the infirmary.

“Alright, alright, love, no need to rush. It’s not far away really.” She assured you, walking you down the corridor and then to the left. A huge door came into view and you were walking straight to the heavily decorated threshold and pushed it open.

As you entered the dimly lit infirmary you noted the high ceilings and ornate embellished walls. Flickering candlelight casted eerie shadows on the walls and accentuated the tapestries depicting occult symbols alongside shelves laden with ancient medical tomes and arcane ingredients. The beds stood in rows on each of the long sides of the rectangular room with crimson bedding and black curtains to ensure privacy if needed. Despite the unsettling atmosphere, an aura of quiet comfort envelops the space.

As you were too absorbed with the room’s ambiance, you didn’t notice an older Sister coming your way, halting and asking if she could help you.

“Sister Ana, this is our new support on the medical team.” Hannah said as she introduced you to the senior nurse.

“Oh thank Satanas, finally. I am so happy you are here to help.” Sister Ana cheered, embracing you in a warm hug. You hugged her back politely and she released you beaming at you.

“Sister Ana is our only nurse here since Sister Elizabeth retired last year.” Sister Hannah informed.

“Ah, I see. You must have been super stressed then, Sister Ana.” You replied, understanding Ana’s great delight of your presence.

“Come on Sister, I will show you where everything is and introduce you to the Ghouls.” Sister Ana ushered you further into the room, eager to have you on her team now.

The older nurse spent the morning introducing you to the hospital wing of the ministry. She explained to you where to find all the necessary items, ranging from basic items to treat a patient with a simple cold, to more specialized equipment for more severe cases, from severe burns or cuts that might even require some operations to contagious diseases and other serious illness.

At one point, an older man wearing slightly worn off Papal makeup and an older woman stood in the door of the infirmary, and Sister Ana asked you to go to the back room and get her a basket she had prepared for Papa Nihil. The makeup on that man's face was indicating him to be of high status within the ministry, and you tried not to let him wait for too long. When you came back with the basket, the old man looked you up and down with curious eyes.

“My my, who is that young lady, Sister?” He asked Ana, to which she proudly answered:

“This is the newest member of my team.” She introduced you to Papa Nihil and Sister Imperator.

“What a pleasure to see our community growing, and with capable people, too.” He smiled, not even hiding his apparent liking towards you.

You were not sure, but he appeared to like you, and you were very pleased to see that a high-ranking member of the ministry seemed to be happy with you (even though you did not do anything to prove you were capable so far). You literally just carried a basket from one room to the next!

The woman next to the man appeared not as friendly as the old guy. She wore a stern expression the whole time and did not even introduce herself to you. You brushed it off for now since you did not want to judge a book by its cover, but you were feeling that she was not as gleeful to your presence as Papa Nihil was. You were glad the two left after that.

As time went on and the day was nearing noon, it got impossibly hot outside. The sun shone mercilessly and the summer heat was palpable. On one hand, you were very lucky that the infirmary was on the backside of the ministry facing away from the sun and kept the whole room at a decent temperature, but on the other hand, you were getting overrun by Sisters and Brothers suffering from dehydration and sunstrokes. By 4 pm, the infirmary was packed and all beds were occupied. Sweat was running down your forehead and Sister Ana was as equally stressed as you.

About an hour later, Ana told you to take a break and you finally had time to breathe for a few minutes as many of the Brothers and Sisters seemed to feel well enough to retire to their rooms and sleep off the rest of their exhaustion.

You decided you would walk one of the Sisters you’ve met earlier at breakfast to her room since she was still swaying from left to right when she got up and then quickly grab something to eat for you and Ana from the kitchen (as none of you had time to go to eat lunch earlier).

The Cardinal was running around the ministry from left to right for 5 hours now, pulling at the collar of his robes to let some air meet his chest. He was supposed to check in with the Ghouls this morning, making sure they were doing their soundchecks properly. When a problem with the electricity turned up, it was also his job to get it fixed somehow. The scorching heat was wearing him down as the clock struck 2 and he was still far from finishing his duties today. Terzo asked for Copia’s help in translating another Latin text for the next Sunday mass and Papa Nihil was requesting his presence in his office— the latter scaring him as Papa Nihil was relentless when it came to Copia. Whatever the Cardinal did never seemed pleasing to Nihil, making him put in more effort the next time. He felt his head pound, running his tongue over his dry lips as he walked down the corridor to Papa Nihil's Office. Once he was done with whatever Papa had planned for him, he would get a momentary break and maybe he could figure out what that new nurse was up to in her free time.

After you successfully escorted Sister Rose to her chambers, you quickly made your way to the kitchen to ask for some leftovers from lunch. You were just on your way back to the infirmary rounding the corner as you nearly bumped into another individual crossing your path. You both managed to react in time to not actually knock each other off the ground but the other person stumbled over his own feet, his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink that contrasted his pale complexion. He caught himself and reluctantly looked at you, sweat apparent on his face.

“Oh Sorella I.. I am sorry I was not looking..” The Cardinal stammered, gaze falling back to his feet as if it was too much for him to actually look at you for a second too long.

“No worries, Cardinal. I was not paying attention either.” You prompted, trying to ease his obviously anxious mind.

He hurriedly tried to move past you but you both tried to get out of the way of one another and shuffled from left to right at the same time, making the situation somewhat awkward and comical until you both stopped.

You started laughing heartily and he glanced up at your bashful smile as he joined in with a shy chuckle of his own.

“Corner-collisions happen to the best of us,” you exclaimed and the still-flustered Cardinal managed a small smile of gratitude.

Your easy going demeanor put the Cardinal at ease a little as you grabbed him by the shoulders carefully and moved his body past yours as you rotated on the spot.

“There we go, Cardinal.” You flashed him a warm smile and he started to shift on the spot seemingly not knowing what to say he mumbled another barely audible apology. His face was even redder now, making you worry.

“Cardinal, forgive me if I am being nosy, but have you been drinking enough today? You look a little pale, and I am sure you have already heard, but today seems to have taken a toll on the members of the ministry. I would hate for you to suffer from dehydration as so many others have,” you pleaded with him, worry lacing your voice.

“Y..Yes Sister yes.. I have. I. I.. uh.. I just have to be in Papa Nihils office as soon as possible, yes..” he muttered, earning a raised eyebrow from you.

“You should also not overwork yourself, Cardinal. Please make sure to take a break every now and then.” You warned him, pressing the back of your hand to his forehead to feel his temperature.

“Oh dear, you are hot.” You exclaimed shocked, resulting in Copia’s face to heat up even more hearing those words said to his face by such a beautiful human being. Copia knew you were talking about his temperature, but he could not help himself as the butterflies in his stomach seemed to rampage.

The Cardinal was not used to being treated so kindly and with so much care. All his life he had been used or made fun of. So, he put all his energy into his career and his job since he was a boy. He was a very hard working man. That was what grounded him in this harsh world.

“Uh, I am sorry… I mean you are burning up.” You interrupted his thoughts and let your hands fall back to your sides. “You should probably follow me to the infirmary so I can check on you properly, Cardinal.”

He shook his head. “No no no sorella, I cannot. Papa awaits me in h..his office, yes.” He gestured to the other end of the corridor. “I am fine Sister, do not worry, no.. no I am fine, yes.” He objected, turning around but you grabbed his arm effectively turning him back to face you.

“Cardinal please. I worry for you.” You countered.

Copia blushed immensely and for the first time he stared back into your eyes. Was this real? Or was he imagining things? That beautiful thing in front of him just told him she worried for him. He was fully aware she was likely just doing her job, but it made him squeal inside. “I..I am terribly sorry, sister. I will come to the infirmary after I have spoken to Papa, sí?” With these words he turned around once more and left you staring after him with concern. You hoped he was right. That he was feeling better than he let on.

Cardinal Copia’s mind was reeling. Right now he was only acting on instinct and that meant he ran. Not physically but metaphorically he ran. He needed to breathe. The new Nurse had an effect on him he could not explain, nor understand. He was sweating and that was not just the heat outside catching up to him. He had never been the most extroverted person, that was common knowledge, but whenever he was around you he was just utterly lost and nervousness ate away at him to the point that he felt stupid. And yet he still yearned for your presence. To be as close as possible to the almost painful heat that burned inside of him in your company. It confused the Cardinal immensely until the moment he stood before Papa Nihil's office and knocked on the door twice.

Sister Ana still had not stopped praising you since you had returned to her with some lunch leftovers from the kitchen, claiming that you were the biggest blessing the ministry ever received. The slightly older woman had such a warm energy radiating off of her that you felt extremely comfortable and her kind words never failed to make you blush. The two of you sat in the backroom, now finishing up your meal and laughing as Ana divulged some gossip that had you cover your mouth with your hand.

“I tell you, sister, the other day Papa Nihil actually shit his pants during black mass.” She whispered over to you. “I sat behind him and he farted loud enough for everyone sitting around him to hear it. You could really see him shift around and hurry off with Sister Imperator behind him leaving for the restrooms.” Ana snorted, the rest of the sentence barely audible between her giggles.

Your laughing fit was interrupted when the heavy door to the infirmary was forcefully bashed open by one of the Ghouls. The loud bang resonated in the room and the two of you jumped out of your seats rushing to the main entrance of the infirmary. That’s when you spotted a Ghoul and a Sister, the Sister rushing forward to you. “Aether, put him on one of the beds. Sister Ana, please, the Cardinal needs help.” Only then did you understand the Ghoul was carrying a man. He was carrying the Cardinal in his arms. Before anyone could move, you were by the Cardinal’s side checking his temperature and preparing a bowl with fresh, cold water.

“The Cardinal was in Papa Nihil's office when he suddenly collapsed. Luckily Aether was there.” The sister explained.

“Okay, okay, calm down Sister Morgana.” Ana said, soothing the Sister’s nerves, glancing over to you as you swiftly worked around the Cardinal’s bed. She decided to step closer and have a look at the Cardinal herself.

“He likely collapsed due to exhaustion and the heat, Sister. I was afraid that was gonna happen.” You told her, the last part mostly mumbling to yourself. You knelt next to his bed and drenched a clean cloth in the bowl with cold water and started wiping it softly across his sweaty and pale face.

“I met him in the hallway on my way here and he looked sick. I felt his temperature and he was practically burning up. I asked him to follow me to the infirmary, but he refused saying he needed to speak with Papa Nihil. He showed signs of dehydration and exhaustion but he was adamant to visit Papa Nihil first.” You explained to her, your voice lightly going up as the thought of him placing his duties before his health angered you.

Sister Ana watched carefully as you gently took care of the Cardinal. “I think the Cardinal is in good hands, Morgana. You should go back to report to Papa Nihil. The Cardinal should be fine. We will find out more once he wakes up.” The older nurse pointed out, bringing the now relieved sister back to the entrance door of the infirmary.

It took about an hour for the Cardinal to regain consciousness, a sense of disorientation settling in. The first thing he noticed was the sterile smell. Fatigue weighed heavily on his body, every movement an effort. It felt like someone had kicked him in the stomach and he weakly tried to sit up on the bed. With a dry throat and parched lips, he pieced together that he must have pushed himself too far this time. His body refused him and must have collapsed. His foggy mind struggled to untangle the events that had led him here. He should have listened to you. He should have listened to his body instead of ignoring all the warning signs. Tentative thoughts of missed tasks and nearring deadlines clouded his mind. He could not afford to pass out like that. The ministry and Papa relied on him. His thoughts ate away at him and Copia tried to push himself off the bed just to stumble and sway on the spot. His hands shot up to his head as a piercing pain shot through his skull.

It took you barely three seconds to cross the room and catch the Cardinal before he could fall. Your hands wrapped around his lanky frame, securing him in place and giving him more stability while he stood.

„Cardinal, please. What are you doing? You need to sit down!“ you ordered, gently pushing him back down on the bed.

„O.. Oh Sorella.. wh.. what is all this fuss about? I‘m fine,“ he says with a wince, clutching his head.

„Oh, you are not. You can barely stand with my help.“ you scolded him.

Copia glanced at you with a sharp look of bitterness and sorrow in his eyes. He hated to be seen as weak, even though he was. When he didn‘t answer, your eyes found his and the frown on your face was replaced by a look of worry and pity. He looked so fragile as if he was about to cry. All you wanted was to hold him and tell him it was going to be alright.

„Do you remember what happened after we met in the corridor and you went to Papa Nihil's office?“ you prompted softly, not trying to sound angry and starting to feel his temperature again.

Copia struggled in thought, the events after his near crash with you in the corridor hazy and blurred. „I uh… I remember a meeting.. a meeting with Papa Nihil.. yes. After that I don‘t know. What happened, sorella?“ he asked, afraid to hear something embarrassing.

You retrieved the thermometer from him, noting that his temperature seemed to be nearly back to normal, just slightly higher than it‘s supposed to be. „Well, I am not too sure. I wasn‘t there, but you collapsed in Papa Nihil's office, apparently.“ you shrugged, gaze softening when he averted his eyes staring at his feet, looking crushed. Taking in his defeated form, you sighed.

„You know I was not kidding when I saw you in the hallway, Cardinal. You looked.. how do I say this..?“ You tried to find the right words to not sound bitter and mean. Copia‘s eyes found yours again, afraid to hear the poisonous words you surely were going to spit into his face. How he looked like an ugly rat that was about to die soon and that it would have probably been for the best if he‘d just perish. But by now he was used to this. It hurt. It really fucking hurt each time, and it should not affect him anymore, but hearing these things from you would probably blow him off completely. You were the last person in the ministry he wanted to appear weak to. Life for sure was never going to get easier.

„Argh, you know I was so worried for you. You looked so pale that for a moment I was sure you were a ghost.“ you chuckled at the ridiculousness of your own words. „I am amazed you even made it to Nihil‘s office at all.“ you told him honestly.

Your words had an impact on him that he didn‘t expect. They were not harsh and neither were they laced with bitterness or hate. Two feelings people around him never ceased to show him throughout his entire, miserable life.

You grabbed his gloved hand into your own and held it, softly brushing your thumb over it. „You must promise me one thing, Cardinal. Please take care of yourself.“ The Cardinal was momentarily struck by lightning. At least to him it felt like that. He was completely and extremely overwhelmed by your words and actions. You held his hand, brushing his with your thumb. Oh how he wished he was not wearing his gloves today. He imagined how it felt to have your soft, delicate fingers on his own hands. Skin on skin. Your touch had his brain short circuiting. And when your words had made it into his brain, he was sure he must be levitating. You cared for his well being. The thought alone nearly made him tear up. He blinked away the wetness in his eyes so you wouldn‘t notice and cleared his throat.

The moment your hand made contact with his gloved hand you saw something. A picture of a black leather glove, wet but warm to the touch flashed through your eyes. But as fast as it had come it went and you froze for a moment.

„Sí sí, sorella, I will from now on. Thank you for your care. Can I go now? Secondo was going to send someone with a few papers to my office. I‘d like to see if they arrived, yes?“ Copia was eager to get up. His mind rushed back to the things he was supposed to finish today.

A hand on his chest pushed him back down. „You are going nowhere for now. Have you not been hearing what I just said Cardinal?“ you questioned, impatience in your voice.

„N..No I mean yes, sí sorella, I did, but I am feeling much better already, you see.“ He grabbed your hand and put it on his forehead. „No more fever, yes?“

His silly actions made you laugh out loud. This man could not be serious right now.

„You are staying here. No going anywhere, you hear me?! Nurses orders!“ you commanded with authority in your voice, successfully rendering Copia speechless.

Sister Ana called you to assist her in the backroom and you turned your back towards the Cardinal, heading to the door that connected the two rooms. As soon as the Cardinal was left alone he tried to get up and sneak his way out of the infirmary without getting caught. He nearly made it but unfortunately the heavy metal doors squeaked when he tried to push them open and you were standing behind him in an instant with a stern expression. After he‘d been brought back to his bed, you informed him that he was going to have to stay the night in the infirmary to make sure he was not suffering from any late consequences of him collapsing. He did hit his head on the floor after all, and you and Sister Ana both agreed to keep him here for the night under supervision.

As the sun set, the halls of the ministry grew increasingly quieter. Everyone was retiring to their respective quarters and the Cardinal felt he was sleepy. It took him a few minutes to fall into a deep slumber.

When he awoke again, it was in the middle of the night. The room was dark, just a candle flickered in the far end of the room. Now was his chance. He just had to be quiet and remember that the left door squeaked so he needed to open the right side.

Before he could completely sit up on the mattress, your voice startled him and he jumped up, turning around.

„Lay down!“ you insisted. „Don‘t even think about it.“ You sat coolly in a chair, flipping through an old book of ritualistic healing, from one of the shelves, not even bothering to look up at him. As fast as he sat up, he was lying down again, staring up at the ceiling, mind swirling around you and your gratefulness until eventually sleep claimed him again.

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44 & 6 with Val and Coyote

pairing: Javy "Coyote" Machado x Valeria Bates-Machado prompts: 44. “I think I’m dying.” & 6. “Stop being so dramatic.  You’re not dying.” prompts list Coyote & Val Masterlist

For as long as Val could remember, she dreaded cold and flu season. It might be because the hospital was always packed full of sick people. She always put in overtime during the height of the sickness season, coming home looking like a walking zombie. Javy was always the best during this time, making sure the kids were in bed, laundry was caught up on, chores were done, and a plate of food was in the microwave with her name on it.

The only thing Javy wasn't good at, was being sick.

Val should've known that when she heard the first sniffle from him in the middle of the night, he was going to go into full princess mode the very next morning. "The Man Flu" as they called in the hospital, was probably the most annoying illness Valeria Bates has ever had to deal with.

"Baby," Javy groaned, rolling on to his back and reaching out for his wife.

Val rolled her eyes, "Yes, my love?"

"I'm sick," He whined, and stuck his bottom lip out.

"Oh no, my poor baby," Val said, sitting up in bed and placing the back of her hand on his forehead. He did feel a tad warm to her, and he sounded kind of congested. She sighed and looked over at her alarm clock which read '5:45 AM'. The kids would be up soon, "Stay here. I'll get the kids ready for school."

"No baby, I got it," Javy said, pushing himself up from the blankets, but broke out in a fit of coughs, "Actually, I don't think I can."

"Ya, poor thing," Val said, "Stay put. I'll check on you once the kids are out."

Coyote nodded as he grabbed the blanket and pulled it up under his chin, cuddling into the warmth. Val shook her head as she walked down the hallway to go wake up her youngest, Carter and get him ready for preschool. Both Jennah and Elena were old enough to get themselves out of bed and dressed, but Val still oversaw their morning routine. She spent time putting their hair into pigtails and fixing their lunch boxes. She walked them to the bus stop and hugged them goodbye and watched as the bus faded out of view.

"Time to check on my patient," Val said and walked back into the house. Somehow, Coyote made it from their bedroom to the living room and was lazily playing video games at 7:30 in the morning, "You must not be that sick if you can play COD with Jake."

Coyote looked at his wife, and started coughing again, "I think I'm dying, baby."

“Stop being so dramatic. You’re not dying," Val said, "You have the damn Man Flu. Dragon said Rooster had it last week, and Y/N said Jake was down for the counter yesterday. You need rest," She walked over and snatched the controller from him, which caused him to protest, "and fluids. Now get your cute ass upstairs to bed Javier Machado."

Javy smirked at his wife, "Ma'am yes, ma'am," He said and wrapped his fuzzy blanket around him before climbing back up the stairs.

For the rest of the day, Val spent by Coyote's side because he swore he was dying. She brought him breakfast in bed, made him his grandma's homemade chicken noodle soup for lunch, rubbed his feet for him, and even let him play an hour of video games with Jake.

"Ya know, sometimes, I swear you are more dramatic than our children," Val said, running her hands through his hair.

"I think I am dramatic enough," Coyote scoffed, "And I really thought I was dying. I keep coughing and my back hurts from it." Coyote looked up at his wife, "At least I have you here, nursing me back to health."

"Mhm," She agreed and leaned down to kiss him, "Thank god I'm not this dramatic when I'm sick."

"Sure you aren't."

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three days later, Javy woke up to his wife turning over in her sleep and wrapping her arms around his body. She felt warm to the touch and Coyote gently nudged her awake.

"Baby, you feel warm," He whispered, brushing her hair away from her face.

"I think I'm dying," She mumbled.

Javy couldn't help but laugh, and placed a kiss on her forehead, "Look who had the 'man flu' now."