#How soon can I walk on my carpets after cleaning

[lqfiles]

PAY THE PRICE — 22. drunken regrets

(wc: 2.572… yeah..)

entering haechan’s apartment felt like stepping foot into foreign territory. you weren’t sure what you were expecting when the door opened, but haechan who stared at you with a lazy lopsided grin and gleaming eyes wasn’t exactly your first guess. “how much did you drink?” was the first question that you voiced upon seeing him.

haechan barely registered your words, seemingly in his own world. “just.. a few glasses?” he guessed after a while, squinting his eyes in thoughts. he opened his door wider for you, stepping aside to allow you to gaze further into the place. “come inside.” he welcomed you, surprising you at the sweet tone of his words.

you’re not sure how haechan had managed to convince you to come over to his place to clean up after him, but here you were, stood in the middle of his living room as you took in the interior of his place. his walls and decor were all painted in neutral colours, and you mentally noted how it suited his aura a lot.

“come sit with me.” haechan’s words snapped you out of your thoughts, and you followed the sound of his voice to see that he had seated himself on the ground you assumed he was previously sat on. his body was leaning against the couch behind him, head thrown back as he looked up at you. he still carried the small grin, and his eyes still held that same gloss.

you clicked your tongue, taking small steps further into his living room. “why are you back on the ground? you’re making this harder for the both us haechan.” you groaned and reached down to grip onto his guitar that was placed next to him. haechan barely listened to your words as he was busy watching your every movement. “do you want a glass?” he had offered once you turned back to him.

you gaped at haechan in disbelief, remaining silent for a few moments. you were about to ask him if he had lost his mind again, but the smile on his face halted your action, and you let out a sigh instead. one that haechan found amusing. “get off the floor.” you instructed him sternly, and haechan’s amused grin only grew.

his hand was slowly grazing through his brown locks that had turned black in the shadows of the room. “come on (—), you’re awake anyways.” haechan patted the spot next to him on the carpet. “sit down.” he called you over. he reached forward to grip onto the glass that was placed on the coffee table in front of him, bringing it up to his lips. “haechan.” you warned him, walking over to him to take the glass out of his hands.

“you’re no fun.” haechan huffed. “i’m not exactly trying to be fun, i’m trying to clean up after you so we can both go to sleep.” you explained, looking around in hopes of figuring out the direction of his kitchen in the dark. “why did you turn of all the lights?” you wondered. “it was hurting my eyes.” haechan explained back, still seated on the ground.

the kitchen wasn’t far away, and you placed the cup into the sink, as well as the other dirty dishes placed on the counter. you had to physically hold yourself back from washing each of them, remembering that you weren’t here to play as his maid. or maybe you kinda were, but not to that extent.

“why are you here for so long?” you jumped away from the sink and almost shrieked at the sudden infiltration of haechan in the kitchen. your heart was beating erratically, and you turned to look back at him with wide eyes. “what the fuck? don’t creep up on me like that!” you nudged him away. haechan softly laughed, grabbing onto your wrist to stop you from pushing him any more. “you took too long, i was starting to miss your presence.” he chuckled.

it took you a moment to register his words, and once they did, you stiffened in his hold. “what?” you questioned him, but haechan didn’t seem like he was going to expand on his words any time soon, instead he continued to stare at you with droopy eyes and a small grin. “how drunk are you?” you eyed haechan in suspicion and he shrugged.

whether he was aware of it or not, his thumb had started to rub the skin on your wrist softly as he tried to put a label on his drunk status. you on the other felt every bit of it, slightly shuddering at the ticklish feeling. “i don’t know, just a little?” haechan concluded after a while. his thumb continued to rub your wrist, and you were starting to believe it was intentional by now.

“you should go to bed.” you suggested to him, taking a step back, but he followed suit and stepped forward himself. “are you leaving already?” he seemed surprised and you hesitantly nodded your head. “i mean, i put your stuff away right?” you explained. his gaze felt heavy on you as he scanned your whole face. he had somehow managed to take ahold of your wrist again. “can you stay until i fall asleep, at least?” he requested.

your eyes widened in shock, frantically shaking your head. “what? that’s weird, haechan. why would i do that?” you asked, baffled. haechan shook his head as well, mildly swinging your wrist around as he spoke. “please, (—). i just wanna talk some more, after that you can leave. please?” haechan pleaded.

it took you by surprise, because what the actual fuck. never in a million years would’ve you imagined haechan desperately begging you for a favour, let alone the favour being your company of all things. was this even haechan?

while you were taking in the unexpected moment, haechan had already started to drag you with him to his bed room. it didn’t fully click yet what he was doing until the both of you were stood in the middle of his room, and he turned to look at you. “you can sit at the end of my bed, or lay next to me, i don’t bite.” haechan suggested with a smug look. there was a tone to his words, as well as his demeanour that caught you off guard.

“haechan..” you started, and you weren’t sure what you were exactly going to say. it was like all your thoughts disappeared when he softly smiled at you and took ahold of your shoulder, guiding to sit down on his bed before he sat down next to you. “you complain a lot, you know?” haechan chuckled. you could feel the way his eyes bore into your side, and were hesitant to look back.

“it’s because you annoy me a lot.” you defended yourself, thought your words seemed to lack uncertainty, almost as if you didn’t mean it. haechan hummed, leaning back on his arms. “can’t help it, i like how aggressive you get.” he chuckled and you finally took the courage to look his way, thought it was solely to send him a disapproving frown. he laughed upon seeing your expression, slightly leaning forward towards you. “what’s with the look?”

“why am i still here.” you deadpanned. being in his apartment was one thing, but making it onto his bed and sitting closely beside him was something totally different. there was something quite intimate about the moment. you could practically feel the warmth emitted from haechan hit your bare arm, and it sent a tingle through your body. “hm? do you not like being here with me?” haechan asked. you didn’t, but you also did.

you shrugged. “well, i like that you’re here.” haechan confessed, moving back to sit right next to you. “you’re drunk, you really should go to bed, you know?” you suggested and tried to move away. his body heat was practically enclosing you, and your own body was starting to warm up from the proximity. it didn’t help that haechan had accidentally placed his hand on top of yours too, slightly intertwining them from the top. or maybe it was intentional.

“you don’t even look at me whole you say that, why would i take your words serious?” he laughed, amused at how you persistently avoided his eyes. yes, you were avoiding them on purpose, especially when this particular night, his eyes seemed to be filled with nothing but fondness and slight intimacy. you’re not sure what was wrong with haechan tonight, he was not himself.

your throat that had dried up over time, and you swallowed before deciding to go against your attempts and look haechan directly in the eyes. “haechan, go to sleep please?” you asked him, attempting to sound persuasive yet demanding as possible.

again, haechan’s gaze held a certain fondness in them as he just stared at you with doe eyes. he seemed almost hypnotised with the way he hadn’t uttered a word, and you were starting to wonder if he had even heard you. your mouth opened to speak again, but he beat you to it.

“you’re so cute when you care about me like this, you know?”

whatever air you had inhaled to speak again remained stuck in your throat as your eyes widened. you were perplexed, at a loss for words even. your heart rate had involuntarily spiked up and your breath hitched. as if he took enjoyment out of your reaction, a small smile formed on his lips before he spoke again.

“you’re much cuter like this.. when you’re not nagging me. you should do that less.” you felt your heart pulse in your throat, eyes still widened while you listened to haechan’s surprising affectionate words. his hand was still placed on top of yours, slightly tapping the tips of your fingers every now and then.

“um.. i.. i think i should go.” you stammered, attempting to stand up. your knees felt weak and you wondered whether those few minutes on his bed were the reason, or haechan himself was the reason. you wobbled a bit, and haechan’s hand instinctively found place on your lower back while he quickly stood up himself. “be careful.”

his hand had reached the side of your hip, holding you secure as if you would fall down any moment. “i’m fine.” you muttered out, trying to step away from him. he let you slip out of his grasp, and you wondered if it was appropriate to just run out of his apartment at that moment. “should i bring you to the front door?” haechan proposed, already standing right in front of you. you took a careful step back. “oh- um, i think i’ll be fine..” you responded back.

it was like all your sense of thinking had left your body the moment the two of you were sat on his bed. you couldn’t even articulate a normal sentence, let alone look him in the eye. this had to be the devil himself, because there was no way haechan had this affect on you.

but as his hand grasped for yours and he started to gently tug you with him to his front door, you reconsidered the possibility of it all.

he opened the door for you, hand still in his, and had walked you to your own door without any words. it was silly, your door was right next to his, yet he still fully exited his apartment so the two of you were in front of your door.

“you good?” you wondered why he had to duck his head just so he could look you in the eye, why he felt the need to lift your jaw upwards just so your eyes could meet, and why he had to feign worry when you know he didn’t really care. “i’m fine” you whispered out, too scared of how wobbly your voice would sound if any louder. haechan’s eyes slowly inspected your whole face before he nodded, though not letting go of your jaw.

“thank you for cleaning up for me, by the way. i owe you.” you hadn’t thought of the possibility of a payback, mostly doing this for your own sake. “it’s okay.. you don’t have to.” you quietly answered back. haechan pondered over your answer for a while, slowly letting his hand go from your jaw, his other hand strangely still slotted in your own. you weren’t sure whether to break away from it or leave it as it is.

he was drunk after all, he was most likely doing actions out of his comfort zone.

“would a kiss be enough of payback?” he quirked and you almost jump at the suggestion. if your sense of thinking had left your body previously, you’re sure that every single one of the 5 senses had just left your body as the words left his mouth. your heart was beating erratically, and it was haechan’s fault again. though this time, you were scared for other reasons.

“w-what?” you stuttered in pure disbelief. haechan’s look was nothing but playful as he leaned forwards with a slight grin. “wouldn’t it be great compensation, hm? let me try, you tell me.” he teasingly leaned in. you attempted to push your head back into your door, avoiding his incoming attempts at anything.

from the short distance between you two, you were able to smell the scent of his shampoo, a sweet vanilla fragrance to was unfortunately pleasant. you were able to see desire in his eyes as you made eye contact for a split second. the soft glow of the hall light casted a warm and ethereal beam over him, and for once, all you could think of when looking at haechan was how nice he looked.

his nose barely touched yours and the warmth of his breath had started to hit your lips. you had shut your eyes tightly, surprisingly not opposed to whatever was going to happen next. because despite haechan being extremely insufferable, he was equally attractive, and you were not one to refuse on the opportunity to get kissed by an attractive person.

a part of you didn’t believe he would actually go through with his proposal, but as you felt a pair of soft lips plant onto yours, all your senses had seemed to return to you and you realised that he was not bluffing. haechan was actually kissing you, and you hated to admit that you didn’t mind it.

his hand that was previously on your jaw found its way back, slightly caressing your jaw as he pulled you closer. it felt good, and it didn’t seem like haechan was intending on stopping anytime soon. it felt good, but it was wrong, and an alarm went off in your head as you realised what was happening.

panic surged through you and you nudged haechan off you. the boy slowly opened his eyes in confusion, and the way they held that same glimmer they had the whole night made you groan. haechan was drunk, and you were kissing him while he was drunk.

you lowly cursed, not sparing haechan another glance before you opened your apartment door and closed it right behind you. with a deep sigh, you leaned against the door in exasperation. “fucking hell.” you cursed. you regretted ever going over to his apartment. you regretted going into his bedroom, you regretted kissing him.

it ended up being a waste of your time as you remained sleepless the rest of the night anyways.

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[nightlyrequiem]

Maybe something with Valeria as mom to a very talkative baby girl? While reader is just dying of love in a corner*blink blink* (sry I'm ovulating xd)

This was so cute! :(

I love my angst and tension but I never realised how good it feels to write something that's just wholesome. It makes me wonder how Valeria would actually be if she were a mother. I think I can see her being both overprotective and one of those parents that thinks her kid should break a few bones in life. Not what I wrote here, just a little headcannon.

Tags/Warning: Mentions of Pregnancy, WLW, Tooth Rotting Fluff, Unnamed but Loved Baby

Baby Babble

Tranquility is a heavy feeling. Though it's not similar to the heaviness of hopelessness. It isn't cumbersome rather comforting. You feel weightless as you sink into the couch. Cuddled up under three blankets. After many long, serious talks with Valeria, weighing the risks of having children, you finally proceeded with the IVF process. Due to the nature of Valeria's work, she couldn't be the one to carry. It was a lengthy process with needles and vitamins and pills. Almost two years of preparing and failing. It took a while but finally your body accepted her eggs and you carried your baby girl for eight and a half months. 

Your daughter was born a little early and a little sickly but made a swift recovery. So energetic and happy. Her conception was difficult, and the beginning wasn't simple, but she turned out to be such an easy baby. Rarely fussing and as healthy as she could be. Valeria didn't carry her, but she's just as invested, if not more than you. Often being the first one to get out of bed and check on her when she cries at night. When handling her baby there is no trace of the violent criminal, instead she's just Valeria. Stripped down of all her complex layers.

A few flickering candles light the clean-living room. A few toys scattered around the open space, stuffed animals and plastic contraptions with cartoonish smiling faces.

"Come here." Valeria coos. Crouched down with her arms spread. Recently, your daughter has begun to start using her legs. Awkwardly stumbling in small bursts before tumbling down onto her knees. Your daughter smiles, her chubby cheeks looking even chubbier and that makes you smile in turn. She pushes herself onto shaky feet and takes cautious, wobbly steps towards her mother.

"Ba! buh." She babbles. A talkative thing, she is. Valeria has taken it upon herself to start teaching her the basics of Spanish. Even before she started to crawl Valeria was dutifully making flash cards. Simple words and grammar. She hasn't said her first word yet, but you believe it will be soon. 

"That's right, come here mija."

Your daughter blows raspberries and falls to her knees. Landing soundlessly on the carpet.

She gets back up and continues on. Your persistent little girl. She makes it into Valeria's arms where she's promptly lifted up.

"¡Mi niña fuerte! Estarás corriendo de un lado a otro en poco tiempo." Valeria says, voice high pitched.

"No baby talk." You remind her gently. As hard as it is, the pediatricians discouraged baby talk. It can negatively impact the development of their speech.

Valeria sighs and nuzzles her baby's nose with her own. "I know, I know." Valeria jerks her head away as your baby swings a tiny fist at her. Eliciting an amused chuckle from the both of you.

"Mmm." Your baby hums. "Mma."

"It sounds like she's saying 'ma.''" You remark, lips twitching from how precious she is.

Valeria holds her up and looks at her, smiling warmly.

"it does," She laughs. "'mama', say 'mama.'"

"Am."

"Ma-ma." Valeria walks over and sits down next to you. Adjusting the blankets over her thighs. Your baby sat on her knee with an arm holding her up. You lean against Valeria.

"Mam."

Her little voice makes your heart swell. What will she sound like when she grows into her forever voice? She blinks her big brown eyes, so much like Valeria's. 

"My beautiful family." Valeria murmurs softly. Kissing your forehead.

"Mama."

You gasp in excitement. Grabbing Valeria's arm. "She said it!"

Valeria strokes your daughter's cheek.

"You're so smart." She says thickly. "Say 'mama'. Say 'mama' sweetie."

"Mama!" Your baby squeals. Valeria's face lights up. You're overjoyed that both of you can be here for this milestone.

You yawn but fight back sleep. Wishing you could stay in this moment forever. Capture it in a little bottle to carry around with you. To hold and admire in your darkest moments. A reminder of what you have and what you're living for. Your wife, and your daughter. The two most important people in your life.

"She'll be graduating college before we know it." Valeria whispers fondly. Resting her head against yours.

"Shhh." You reply. "Don't say that. She'll be this small forever." You gently trace the curve of her nose. Trying to burn the sight into your memory.

[chronicowboy]

Maddie humbles him pretty severely in their conversation. Look, he knows it's stupid, knows it's selfish really, knows it's just plain crappy of him. But. But he hurt Christopher. And there wasn't some big uncontrollable variable like a tsunami that Eddie can explain it away with.

Sure, it was an accident, but it still happened. Sure, it was only a few scrapes that he'd cleaned up almost immediately with the little first aid kit tucked into the glove compartment of his Jeep - and, well, maybe part of the guilt is the way Christopher had grimaced at the added sting of the antiseptic wipes. But he'd done it. He'd made Christopher cry. And he'd ran as soon as Eddie swept in to take care of him. He'd ran before either of them could tell him to get out.

Christopher is injured, and Buck hasn't been to see him once. Christopher is injured because of Buck, and he's only checked in through a much too knowing Eddie. Because he's a coward, especially when it comes to Christopher. Jesus, nothing in the world scares him more than Christopher. Everything's so big and inconceivable with him. Buck feels it all, feels it all so strongly. The things he'd do for that kid... Well, that scares him too. Almost as much as Christopher's anger does, but he can't run from it forever. He can't stay away forever, so he shoots Eddie a quick text as he leaves Maddie's.

Can I come see Chris at some point?

He's just buckling himself into the driver's seat when his phone buzzes with a reply.

Get over here

Another buzz.

Now

His already knotted stomach twists into an even more complex shape as he turns the key in the ignition, but he has to face the music some time or another. May as well be now.

It takes him an inordinately long and nauseating time to get to the Diaz door, an even longer time to actually knock and then a terrifyingly short amount of time for Eddie to be appearing before him with those big, understanding eyes he can never seem to escape.

"Hi," he mumbles, suddenly struck with what image he must make out there on the porch. A naughty dog with a guiltily hung head and a tail between his legs just waiting to be patted on the head and told he's forgiven.

"Buck, come in." Eddie rolls his eyes and practically drags him inside. Buck had been about ninety-nine per cent sure (okay, maybe more like eighty) that Eddie's texts had been fond exasperation and not actual anger, but it's not until he hears Eddie's voice that he knows for sure. He was never a bad dog in Eddie's mind. Buck's tail wags just a little as Eddie leans back against the hallway wall with his arms folded over his chest. "He's in his room and he misses his Buck."

"Even after I almost killed him?" he mutters petulantly.

"Buck, you tripped over his crutches. The both of you went down and, honestly, you walked away worse than he did." Buck opens his mouth to argue, but Eddie ploughs on. "Don't lie to me. I saw those bruises on your ribs last shift. I know how weaponised those elbows can become."

"I'm fine."

"So is he," Eddie says seriously. "You know how many times I've tripped over his crutches?"

"Did you feel guilty about it afterwards?" Buck pries, eyes trained on his shoes where they kick lightly, sheepishly at the carpet.

"Of course, I did. I always do. Hell, I accidentally got some salt in his eyes when we were cooking the other day and I almost took myself down to Athena's station." Eddie shakes his head, unimpressed. "I'm his dad, I'd send him outside in a bubble wrap suit if I could. But I've been informed that isn't 'cool'," Buck snorts, "so I'm trying my best to make peace with the fact that that he's going to get hurt and I'm not always going to be stop it. But." Eddie steps closer, drops a hand to Buck's shoulder, ducks his hand to catch his eye. And Buck feels the echo of a wave and three ragged scratches across his face. "But I can always be there after it happens, to pick him back up and tend to his wounds, yeah?"

"Yeah," Buck whispers, nodding against the whirring of his brain.

"He's already mostly healed up. Go and see for yourself." Eddie leaves with a pointed look at Christopher's door, and Buck stays staring down the hallway like he can will it into something that feels a little less like a walk on the plank.

As he takes his first step, for just a moment, he wishes he was back in the endless labyrinthine hallways of his coma dream just to postpone his fate a little longer.

See, what he hadn't told Maddie was that he had actually tried texting Christopher a few days after their tumble. A sorry and an I hope you're okay and a jokey maybe we should leave basketball to the pros which had only gleaned a thumbs up emoji in response. So, he's not feeling very optimistic when he knocks on Christopher's door.

"Who is it?"

"It's Buck, buddy." Silence. A sigh maybe, if he strains. "C-can I come in?"

Another pause.

"Fine."

Buck pushes into the room with his heart in his throat. Christopher doesn't look up from his textbook where he's propped up against his headboard, just carries on reading. Buck approaches carefully, hovering at the end of the bed where he'd normally just sit.

"How are you doing?" he asks uselessly.

"Fine."

"Yeah?" Christopher only shrugs, and Buck sighs in defeat. "I'm really sorry, bud. I didn't mean to do it, you have to know that. I'd never ever do anything to hurt you-"

"Wait." Chris finally looks up from his book with his frown. "Do you think I'm mad because you tripped me up?"

"I-I, well, yeah." Buck blinks. "So, you are mad?"

"Yeah, I'm mad, but not about that." Chris groans and slams his book shut. "Why'd you disappear?"

"B-because I thought you'd be mad at me for, you know, hurting you," Buck says dumbly. Christopher rolls his eyes so similarly to Eddie's earlier expression that Buck aches with it.

"You didn't hurt me. Gravity hurt us."

"But you're mad at me."

"Because you disappeared!" Chris bursts. Buck's mouth snaps shut with a click. "Everything's changing. You and me and dad barely ever hang out anymore. And I know I'm getting older, so I shouldn't want to, but I do. But you're both dating, so it's always just the one of you. Or the three of us and a stranger. And I hate it. And the last time this happened, you promised you weren't going anywhere, but you did! And I want you both to be happy, and I really don't want dad to feel so lonely now I'm growing up, but I wish..." Christopher ducks his head as if suddenly realising he'd revealed too much.

"You wish?" Buck asks on the exhale of a breath he'd been holding since Christopher's little outburst, something fierce and jagged latching itself to his sternum.

"I wish you both could be happy with..." He shrinks into himself a little, and Buck wraps his hand around the footboard like a lifeline - like whatever Christopher is about to say will turn the world upside down. "I wish this was enough. I wish the three of us could make you both as happy as-as it makes me." He flushes and cracks his textbook open. "It sounds dumb when I say it."

"No, no," Buck croaks, something big and unwieldy expanding against the inside of his ribs, something that could choke him if he let it. "It doesn't sound dumb at all."

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Transcript:

Hello? Hello hello?

Uh, I wanted to record a message for you, to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you, I’m finishing up my last week now as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I’m here to tell you there’s nothing to worry about, Uh, you’ll do fine. So, let’s just focus on getting you through your first week, okay?

Uh, let’s see, first there’s an introductory greeting from the company, that I’m supposed to read. Uh, it’s kind of a legal thing, you know.

Um, “Welcome to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, a magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced.” Blah blah blah.

Now that might sound bad, I know. But, there’s really nothing to worry about.

Uh, the animatronic characters here, do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No. If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got a bath? I’d probably be irritable at night too. So, remember, these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and we need to show them a little respect, right? Okay.

So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they’re left in some kind of free roaming mode at night. Something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long? Uh, they used to be allowed to walk around during the day too, but then there was The Bite of ’87. Yeah. I-It’s amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?

Uh, now concerning your safety. The only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters, if they happen to see you after hours probably won’t recognize you as a person. They’ll most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now, since that’s against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, they’ll probably try to…forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit. Um, now, that wouldn’t be so bad, if the suits themselves weren’t filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices. Especially around the facial area. So you could imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort, and death. Uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out the front of the mask. Heh. Yeah, they don’t tell you these things when you sign up.

But hey, first day should be a breeze. I’ll chat with you tomorrow. Uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night.

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Transcript:

Ah, sorry. I was just tongue deep in a robot.

Anyway, as I was saying *ahem*

WAS THAT THE BITE OF '87?

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[scarnatlover]

Natasha Romanoff Nfsw Alphabet

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader (romantic).

Nfsw Alphabet template credits @the-coldest-goodbye

Warnings: sexual themes, basically just smut (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT).

A/N: I'm sorry if anything is spelled incorrectly, but English is not my first language. I apologize in advance for my grammar and spelling. If you have any request, I will try and write them.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

After spending an intimate and special time together, she becomes very affectionate and caring. She holds you tightly to herself, cuddling you with tenderness, kissing you and hugging you. She praises you with sweet words, reminding you how important you are to her and how only you can make her feel that unique way. Often, she likes to keep you close, kissing your hair gently and covering you with kisses wherever she can reach, in a gesture of great intimacy and connection.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Her breasts are her favorite part of her body. She likes to see them in a new bra or even just when she puts on a dress. But above all she loves how they fit into your hands, almost as if they were  made to be handled by you.

Your back is her favorite part of your body. She loves to hear your muscles contract while you pound into her. As soon as she wakes up in the morning, she likes to see you stretching all the time for the same reason. She loves to scratch it to get you to sleep, both every night and after having sex.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She loves to taste her own cum, whether it's from your fingers, your lips, any other part of your body or from toys. She loves the feeling of cumming. Another thing she loves is, as a punishment, to have you watch while she plays with herself and then, once done, clean her own fingers or put them in your mouth, making you lick off her cum.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She loves when you use the cum-filled strap on her.  The feeling of the cum inside her pussy or ass is one of her favorites.  When you use it, after you release your load inside her, she asks (commands) you to continue pushing the fake cum deeper.  She won't let you take it out until she says so and in the meantime she praises you and caresses your back that she was scratching just seconds before.  Once you pull it out of her, she loves to see the cum slowly leak out of her pussy, and then try to push it back into her with her fingers, while maintaining eye contact with you. Usually afterwards, she puts a plug inside her to prevent cum from coming out of her pussy or ass, and walks around wearing it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She has a lot of experience in this field, much more than you. She knows exactly what she's doing. She knows what phrases excite you, she knows what places to touch, she knows what looks to give you to make you understand that it’s time to be alone and to explore her body.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

Her favorite position is the cowgirl. She loves to see you under her, especially since she's the one who dominates. She loves to see you try to move your hips up and down to pleasure her more.

Although this is her favorite, she also loves missionary. She loves to feel your breathtaking breath right next to her ear. When in this position, she loves to leave marks on your back, but above all she likes to touch your abs and feel them contracting at every push inside her.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She’s very serious during these moments. It doesn't happen very often to be able to find such intimate moments. She takes these moments very, maybe sometimes too seriously. Although sometimes she lets go and shows her playful side, which she rarely shows, except with you or other Avengers.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Natasha prefers to be trimmed completely down there. Not that it would bother you if it weren't, but it's just a preference of the redhead. Anyway yes, the carpet matches the drapes.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

She, most of the time, is very romantic. She loves caressing your hair and praising you in the sweetest possible ways. Sometimes, however, for example after a quarrel, given the fury of the moment, it is slightly harder and more severe. After these moments, however, she ensures that she has not gone down too heavy and so that you are okay and that you feel safe as always.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When you're not there, almost always when she feels excited she looks at some of your photos that you previously sent her, possibly one where you see the muscles. Sometimes, however, it is possible that you get a call, or even better a video, while she plays with herself. If he calls you and you don't answer, however, you get a lot of dirty messages, which can be photos or videos or simple messages.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) 

mommy kink: being the dominant of the two, she loves to see you to her complete piety and to feel called “mommy” by you always makes her a certain effect;

edging: She loves to deprive you of coming, always for a sense of control. She likes to feel you crying in her ear whenever she stops riding you (if in a cowgirl) or if she prevents you from moving (If in missionary);

dirty talk: She likes to whisper to your ear something dirty and hear you whimpering even more after those statements. “Make me yours, baby”, “Be a good little girl and make mommy cum” and “You make me so wet” are the sentences she says most often in bed.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Her favorite place to have sex is probably the shower, simply because of the atmosphere it creates. The warmth of your bodies together with the steam that causes the hot water of the shower make the perfect combo for you. Other places are, for example, the kitchen or in the car. The first is because she likes the idea that someone can walk into the room and see you with your head between her thighs. The car has always been her fantasy, so after the first time you did it there she can't live without it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you train, whether it's sparring or lifting weights, always gets her going. She loves to see the sweat drops descending along your carved abdomen. She loves even more to see that smile appear on your face when you can throw Steve or Bucky to the ground, or when you finally can lift a few extra pounds than usual.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

She would never involve knives or sharp things during sex. One reason is that, somehow, it reminds her of the Red Room and therefore of a past she would like to forget. Another reason is because she's afraid to hurt you. You already have a lot of scars, she would not unwittingly want to get another one.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) 

She likes to dominate, so she prefers to receive it. She loves pushing your face towards her center, pulling your hair and generally “forcing” you to do as she says.

But she also likes to give it. Feeling you fall into pieces under her tongue, as you beg her to stop because you're now overstimulated and you can't do it anymore. As soon as you say it, she looks at you and tells you that you can give her one more.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

For example, after a romantic date, sex is always slow and sensual, with her making you see that sweet side that she doesn't always show in bed.

On the contrary, if during a meeting you provoke her, as often happens when you put a hand on her thigh and slowly you get closer and closer to her center, you already know that what will happen in the bedroom will be the gossip of the whole morning.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) 

She likes to have her time with you. Obviously with the work you do, this time isn’t always there, so she won’t turn down a quickie. Most of the time it's you who takes her away from whatever she's doing, taking her hand and taking her somewhere. Besides, she also likes these moments for the adrenaline of being seen while she is open-legged on a table with you in the middle of her legs.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) 

It happened that she asked you to finger her under the table at her parents' house during a dinner with them and Yelena just because it was two weeks since you had sexual intercourses. Another time, trying not to get noticed, she dragged you into the gym shower because she saw you smile as you panted after you crossed your maximum in the bench press.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) 

Natasha has excellent endurance. She can go on for hours, with a few breaks in between. Usually after the third or fourth orgasm you stop, but if you have been away for so long or have not had any sexual intercourse for a long time, sex can also come to the sixth, although it is very rare. Although already at the fifth she gets a bit too sensitive but still wants to be satisfied even if it means not to walk the next day. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She has a variety of toys.  Vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, anal beads, ben wa balls, you name it.  She has them in all shapes and sizes.  She uses them regularly, every time you have sex and of course when she's alone, whether it's because you're out or because you're on a mission or because she is.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She's a big ass tease.  She knows what gets you in the mood, and she does everything to have even just 10 minutes to do something with you.  She knows you like it when, especially in summer, she wears floral dresses.  Or when you tie your shoes in front of her, she will ruffle your hair and give it a little tug, not to hurt you, but just to turn you on.  Or again, she loves to leave her red lipstick marks on you, especially on her cheeks and neck.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She is not someone who is very vocal in bed.  Especially at the beginning of the relationship, you didn't hear any sounds coming out of her mouth, even if the sex at that moment was very rough.  After many chats, however, she took courage and made herself heard a little more.  She's not very loud anyway, but the only sounds she lets you hear so far, aside from her voice when she talks to you, are whispers or moans.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She loves brushing her thumb against your bottom lip.  She especially likes to do it while she's sitting on the bed, with you on your knees in front of her.  In this position, she gently slides her thumb into your mouth, slowly pushing it deeper, doing so until she sees your eyes fill with tears, while meanwhile praising you “Such a good girl for Mommy, baby” “Yeah, just like that, sunshine” “I know you can take it deeper, Sugar”.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Even though she's shorter than you, that doesn't mean she doesn't have muscles.  In fact, quite the opposite.  She is muscular and doesn't hide it.  She loves to wear tops that show off her abs and back, or tight leggings, to show off her calves or thighs, which she knows drives you crazy.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

She is always ready for sex.  After a meeting, after a mission or just after lunch to pass the time.  Any spare moment, if she's in the mood, she'll jump on you.  Moreover, it doesn't take much to get her into the mood: a touch on the back, accidentally placing your crotch against her ass, seeing the movements of your throat while you drink or watching you drive the car with one hand, can mean that later, when you are alone, it will be some time before you leave the bed.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

She'll stay up until you fall asleep.  Usually, after you're done, you're bothered by the feeling of sweat on your skin, so you both immediately go to the bathroom to do your business and take a shower.  Sometimes she stays with you on the balcony while you smoke and, even if she doesn't like when you do it, it's one of the only times when she's the one ld close to you and not the other way around.  Immediately afterwards, however, you both go to bed and, especially after smoking, you are the one who falls asleep first.  She stays up cuddling you until she doesn't fall asleep herself.

[marleyybluu]

Oscar Diaz x f!reader

Word count: 2k

Content warning: swearing, readers (now ex/husband) is still a piece of shit, Oscar gets a little protective, another half ass ending cus I ran out of words, lmk if i miss any. another untitled one cus i suck.

A/N: this is not necessarily part 2, I guess it could be read as a stand alone… idk lol. But this is a part of the 'Another Man’s Treasure' universe.

(I think I've used this picture before but oh well. not mines though)

You let out a heavy, exasperated sigh after turning your car off. Another long shift at the hospital had kicked your ass, you had no energy, just ready to take off your scrubs and dip yourself in a hot bath. Thank goodness your kids would be with their father this weekend, you just needed a break. You decided not to sit and rot in the car as usual, you grabbed all your things and carried them to the door. You unlocked your door and turned the knob pushing your way inside and immediately noticed something wrong.

You look over at the shoe rack and notice your kids' shoes still sitting in their spots, you close the door and your eyes dart in confusion. "Naomi... Malakai... Nathan." You cautiously called out, the sound of their feet thumping against the carpeted floors upstairs, you dropped your belongings and waited at the bottom of the stairs.

"Hi, Mommy." Your youngest greeted. "Hi, guys, what-what's going on? You're going to Dad's this weekend. Who's watching you? Grandma?"

Naomi shook her head. "Oscar, we called him to pick us up."

"Yeah, dad didn't show up." Nathan chimed in. Your blood boiled, your nostrils flared in hot anger. This was his second time missing pick-up, you could excuse him for being late and that was you being generous but completely disregarding your agreement was not only disrespectful of you but of your children. Your children who are always so excited to see him and tell him about their week at school, your children who write a list of things they can do with him in the short span of 72 hours. Your eyes softened at them. "Why didn't you call me? You know I would've dropped everything for you guys."

They shrugged. "We didn't want you to get mad."

"Mad?? You guys this is not your fault, are you kidding? Look, just... head back upstairs, I will call your father. Okay?"

The three of them nodded and jogged back to their respective rooms. You took your hair down from its ponytail and scratched your scalp, freeing it from its current state of stress, you groaned walking into the kitchen to see a pile of dishes in the sink and spilling onto the counter. You were not getting to those tonight, way too tired. You heard the whistling of a familiar tune coming up the stairs of the basement, Oscar flicked off the light and stopped whistling when he noticed you, he presented an uneasy smile on his face. A bit scared that you'd be mad he didn't call you when the kids' dad didn't show up. But you tilted your head and smiled earnestly at him.

"Hi, baby." Sleep was very apparent in your voice. "Hola, mi amor." He stretched out his arms and you fell into them, your head resting on his strong chest, his heartbeat against your ear you close your eyes as the hypnotic rhythm brings you a bit of peace. He kissed the top of your head. "How was your day?" You asked. He chuckled. "Good, I missed you though. Made you some food, did the laundry, and I'll do the dishes soon."

"No, it's okay, I'll do them tomorrow morning." You foolishly protested, still not used to having someone else actually do some chores. He sucked his teeth. "No, you won't because they'll be clean by tonight."

You smiled. "Thank you." You whispered. "It's just dishes baby."

You pull your head back to look up at him. "You know what I mean. Thanks for... taking them. Ugh, in my next life, I'll know not to choose an idiot to be the father of my children." Oscar let go of you so you could fish for your dinner, you popped open the microwave to see a plate prepped and ready for you, all you had to do was heat it up. While the buzz of the microwave continued in the background you pulled out your phone from your back pocket, you dialled your ex-husband's number, your nails tapping impatiently on the counter waiting for him to answer.

"Hey, you know what to do." Beep.

You hung up and called again, if he wanted you to act out, oh you'd act out.

On the fourth call attempt, you finally heard noise on the end. "Hello?" He sounded groggy like he'd just woken up. Oh, poor thing.

"What the fuck is your problem?"

He yawned. "What are you talking about?"

You scoffed beginning to pace back and forth in the kitchen you peaked past the arched entrance to see if you had any little listening ears before you let the words fly out of your mouth like a sailor, when it came to him your words were unlady-like. "What the fuck am I talking about? You know, I threw you a pity party by agreeing to shared custody when God knows I could have full, I expect you to hold up your end of the bargain you fucking asshole."

You could hear the amusement in his voice like getting you riled up got him off. "I can't do it this weekend, I told you."

You gritted your teeth remembering his excuse and you telling him that you didn't care. "Oh, yes, how could I forget? Poor you, you can't go out with the boys if you have responsibilities. Meanwhile, I take my children everywhere I go."

"Unless your little boy toy watches them."

"And yet, he's still doing a better job than you." You bit. "Look," You took a deep breath. "Us separating was hard enough on them, don't make this harder by not fulfilling the one thing you're required to do."

He could be heard soughing dramatically, and if you knew him well enough he was rubbing his eyes with frustration crawling under his skin. "Fine, I'll come get them tomorrow."

"Good." You hung up and tossed your phone on the counter with attitude. Your fingers found their usual spot on your temples, you rubbed them with stress written all over your body. This divorce was supposed to make everything easier, no contact with each other unless it involved your kids and yet he was still getting under your skin. A reassuring hand rested on your back. "Go sit, I'll bring the food."

"No, it's-"

"If you tell me no one more time we're gonna have a problem." A playful warning but a warning nonetheless. You put your hands up in surrender and follow his instructions going to the dining room to sit and wait for him. It didn't take long for him to pop up with your food. You looked up at him with puppy eyes and pursed your lips, he leaned down planting a kiss. "I'm gonna get your pyjamas out and get your stuff ready for bed."

You cooed, "You have no idea how much I love you."

He smiled pridefully. "I love you too, ma."

— —

6 PM.

You checked your phone just to make sure, and yeah, it was 6 p.m. The bright and burning sun was disappearing behind the horizon, the orange and pink hue replaced the blue sky, it was getting darker by the minute and he was still a no-show. Your phone was pressed against your ear as you took a peak at your kids as they sprawled out on the couch watching a movie with Oscar, you smiled softly. "You really don't mind? I'm not trynna get rid of them or anything but their bags have been packed since last night and I just feel so bad." You explained to your mom on the phone.

Oscar turned his head in an attempt to eavesdrop on your conversation. Naomi snuggled herself closer to him, he kissed the top of her head, he'd ask you what happened later.

"Okay, thanks mom, I'll let them know."

You left your phone on the counter and joined your family in the living room with a presentable smile on your face. "Who wants to go see grandma?" They all turned their heads, smiles stretching from ear to ear. "She'll be here soon, you can finish the movie don't worry." They nodded and turned back to the screen, their little bodies wiggling with excitement and anticipation, they loved your mom, she let them get away with anything.

Oscar was still looking at you, you blushed sending him an air kiss and he winked in return. He was first on the to-do list once your gremlins were gone.

Half an hour passed and there was a knock at the door, Malakai was the first to run to the door to let your mom inside. They greeted her before running upstairs to get their belongings. "Thanks again Mom."

"No problem and you two are okay with me dropping them off at school on Monday?"

You nodded. The three musketeers came back downstairs dropping their bags on the floor to hug, kiss and say goodbye to the both of you. Naomi takes a longer time with Oscar's hug. "Can you carry me to the car?" You heard her whisper, he agreed and grabbed her bag taking her outside. And as you stood in the door frame watching him help her inside, all the anger you had from last night and today had seemed to thaw out. You counted yourself as lucky to have found a man who took care of your children as if they were his own, double the luck that they loved him just as much. , sometimes you'd have to pry Naomi off of him when he had to go to work.

Your mom honked her horn and you waved them off blowing kisses until they were out of your view. Oscar walked up the steps, hunched over and looking at you through his brows, you knew what was coming. "Diaz." You warned. He scooped you up throwing you over his shoulder, you squealed and giggled as he carried you into the house. He kicked the door close with his foot, "I'm bout to fuck you up." Such a pleasant threat, especially with the addition of him spanking you. You laughed breathlessly as he tossed you onto the couch, finding himself between your legs.

You cupped his face pulling him in, your lips melting together in a needy chase, his hands wandering your body, making their way inside your shirt. His fingertips tickling your bare skin getting closer... and closer to-

Knock! Knock!

For fuck sake.

"Ignore it." He groaned. You sucked your teeth. "They probably forgot something."

He sighed kissing you once more before you got up leaving him with his blue balls, you opened the door and the smile on your face vanished. "You're kidding. You are fucking kidding me."

"Oh, not happy to see me?" Your ex-husband smugged tilting his head. You were in disbelief, at the audacity of this man to stand on your doorstep with that stupid grin on his face as if nothing was wrong. "I'm not actually. Why are you here?" You asked crossing your arms. He chuckled. "To get my kids?"

Your eyebrows raised in shock. You looked down at your Apple Watch to make sure the time was correct. And it was. "It is almost 7 PM, what time were you supposed to be here?"

He shrugged. "Does it matter?"

"It does fucking matter, Anthony! You said you'd be here at twelve, then you called at twelve saying you'd be here at two. Your children have had their bags packed since last night!" You said raising your voice. You pinched the bridge of your nose. "They're not here. So you can go." You proceeded to close the door but he had quickly wedged his foot in the frame. You looked up at him. "Anthony." You warned, your nostrils flared. That was Oscar's cue to get up and see what was going on, he opened the door and stood behind you with a scowl on his face. Anthony rolled his eyes.

"You couldn't wait to move another man into my house huh?"

"And it's never been more peaceful."

He looked past the both of you. "Where are my kids?"

"They're out."

"Where?"

"Don't worry about it." You sassed. "They at your mom's? 'Cause I'll just go pick them up from there."

"You will not."

He took a step forward causing you to take one back. "Watch me."

Oscar stepped in the middle of both of you, sizing up Anthony. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?"

Now this was a side you'd yet to see of Oscar. In your many conversations of getting to know each other, he'd felt comfortable enough to inform you of his old life. How he was the leader of an infamous street gang, Los Santos, even showed you pictures. You never wanted to say it out loud, afraid you'd make him feel weird, but seeing him in his cholo attire, the gun tucked in his waist and his shirt lifted up or sometimes off... oh it did something to you. You'd never ask him to delve back into his old ways, but you'd have little fantasies about what he used to be like.

Aggressive.

Rough.

Possessive.

"Nobody's scared of you. Some little bitch from Fiji, you just got here, don't know shit about shit."Anthony challenged, but you knew him well enough. He'd never been in a fight his whole life, you could put a gun next to him he'd piss his pants. Oscar half smiled taking another step forward. Anthony stepped back.

"I may have just got here but at least I know how to pick up my kids on time."

Your heart skipped. My kids.

"Your-"

"I know not to fucking lie to their mother about what time I'm coming to get 'em, I know not to disappoint them because the look on their faces is heartbreaking."

Anthony stuttered backwards, further down the steps and closer to his car. "And I know, that if you go to their grandmother's house and fuck up their weekend, I'll knock your teeth down your throat, pendejo."

You could see your ex-husband swallow any comebacks he had tried to come up with, the slight fear in his eyes as they darted to you as a plea for help but you just crossed your arms and shrugged. You weren't gonna help him. "Get the fuck out my face," Oscar growled. Anthony scurried off so fast you swore you saw smoke under his feet. His tires screeched as he pulled out of your driveway and down the street.

Oscar came back inside, trailing off to the kitchen. You closed the front door and followed him like a lost puppy. He reached into the fridge for one of his Corona’s and popped off the top. You bit your lip. "¿Que pasa?" He asked bringing his drink to his lips. You shrugged. "I think that was a solid first meeting."

He laughed. "Me too."

You leaned over the counter dragging your nail from side to side. "Sooo... was that Oscar or was that Spooky?" He playfully rolled his eyes and looked away. "If I have to go back to Spooky for you, I'll do it."

Your heart fluttered. "Any time?"

"Mhm."

You walked over to him, gently grabbing his hand and guiding him over to the steps and up the stairs. "You think Spooky can show out for one night?"

He pulled his hand from you and smacked your ass.

"Absolutamente, mi amor."

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[sickly-qt]

Whatever you've got planned for Mila/Remy and Drew/Finn will be wonderful, but I have to admit I kind of hope Mila does get pregnant - the opportunities for Remy as caretaker are just so good, lol. And I feel like Drew and Finn are actually ready to step up to be parents themselves. But like I said, whatever you decide is great.

In the meantime, Mila has to catch Jules' bug and then pass it on to Remy, right? And Julian takes care of them both? Hmm?

AH I'm so sorry it took me so long to get around to this. But you are SO right, Mila totally has to catch Jules' bug (which happened here for anyone who missed it) and don't worry Remy isn't going to make it out unscathed he's going to suffer soon. However, for now it's Mila's turn.

I hope you enjoy!

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“Feeling okay?” Remy asked, looking at Mila over his glasses.

She was coming down the stairs, her auburn hair damp and hanging in loose waves over her shoulders. What really caught his attention was the way her arms were wrapped around herself and the uncomfortable look on her face

“My stomach is upset.” Mila shrugged, then collapsed onto the couch and laid her head on Remy’s shoulder, looking at the iPad on his lap, “What are you working on?”

“Just putting together some projections for a meeting later this week. Boring stuff.” 

“Don’t you ever stop working, it’s 7pm on a Saturday. You should be paying attention to me and your kids.” She complained.

“By kids you mean the one who’s still sleeping off a stomach bug from hell and the other that can’t be bothered with me because she’s distracted by some new gadget my mom got her?” Remy teased, “I work when I can find the time, and right at this moment, my time is for you.” He closed his iPad case and set it on the coffee table before wrapping his arms around Mila. “You’re warm.” Remy pushed her hair away from her face.

“I am? That’s great, I’ve probably caught what Jules is recovering from.” Mila nuzzled in closer to his side and sighed, “I really don’t feel well.”

“I know, Love. Let me get you something for that fever.”

Mila took the pills with no complaints and promptly passed out on the couch while Remy cleaned up dinner and got Leah bathed and settled for bed. After all of his dad duties he returned to his boyfriend duties and sat on the edge of the couch in front of Mila, gently shaking her awake.

She scrunched up her face and groaned, clearly not happy with having been woken up. 

“C’mon, M. Let’s head up to bed.” He said quietly, tucking her hair behind her ear. He frowned, noticing the heat still radiating off her skin. 

“I feel sick,” she whined.

“Nauseous sick or fever and achy sick?”

“Yes.” she sighed, pressing the heels of her hands into her eyes.

Mila slowly sat up and pressed the back of her hand to her mouth muffling a small burp. Remy looked at her with raised eyebrows. 

“I’m gonna throw up.”

“Now?”

She shook her head, “I’ll make it upstairs.” She hiccupped, then grimaced and swallowed hard.

“Okay, c’mon. I actually rather like this carpet down here.”

Remy walked behind her upstairs, his hand hovering by the small of her back as she made her way to their bedroom. 

He peeked in on Jules and Leah to make sure they were both sleeping before trailing Mila into the room where he found her hovering over the toilet in their en-suite. 

“How are we doing, Lovely?” Remy asked gently, filling a glass with water and sitting it on the edge of the sink before grabbing a claw clip out of the vanity drawer.

Mila shook her head, hiccupping. A small burp came up and she gagged a trail of spit hanging from her lips into the water. 

“I don’t feel good.” She stated the obvious.

“I know.” He cooed, gathering all her hair and twisting it up into the clip. Remy settled on the edge of the tub rubbing small circles across her shoulders. 

It didn’t take long for her spine to curl and dinner to make a reappearance in the bowl.

She coughed and sputtered, small burps wracking her until a larger wave came up quickly followed by another. 

“You’re alright, M. Get it all up.” Remy continued rubbing her back. 

Strands of her hair were coming out of the claw clip and he pushed them out of her face, his hand holding her forehead. 

“Ughhh, fuck.” Mila groaned, sniffling. She reached up and flushed the toilet, sitting back. 

“Want some water?” Remy asked quietly.

She nodded, “Please?”

When she drinks some water and keeps it down for a little while they move to bed, Remy sitting the trashcan near her side of the bed just in case. 

“I’m a big girl, I can make it to the bathroom.” She mumbled tiredly.

“I know, I know. It’s just in case, M.” He crawled into bed and she quickly curled up next to him, nestling her head in his neck. 

Remy was exhausted, holding Mila’s hair back as she puked into the trashcan for the second time that night. He could only imagine how tired she was. She had run out of energy to run back and forth to the bathroom after the third trip. 

Mila hiccupped and whined, water and bile trickling into the bin hugged to her chest. 

“This is hell.” She complained, “Can you hand me some water?”

Remy reached around her and grabbed the water bottle off of the nightstand, opening it before handing it to her. She took a couple sips before burping over the trashcan. 

“You’re doing great, Love. You’re a trooper.”

“If I keep puking I’m going to scream”

“As long as you keep drinking water I think we can avoid a trip to the doctor. I just don’t want you getting as dehydrated as Jules… your fever seems to be sitting around 100.3.”

Mila took a couple more sips of water and hovered over the bin for a couple more minutes before she sat it on the floor and laid back down with a sigh.

“I’m going to apologize ahead of time for when you catch this.” She said, staring at the ceiling.

“I’ll live, just like you will. Nothing could keep me from holding back your hair while you’re puking your pretty little guts up.”

“Oh my god, shut up.” Mila rolled over, laying her head on Remy’s chest. 

“I’m serious.” He ran his fingers up and down her arm, “nothing in the world could keep me from staying up all night taking care of my vomiting girlfriend.”

“You’re ridiculous… I love you.” 

“I love you too.” Remy pressed a kiss into her hair, “Get some rest, Love.”

[ahhhwomen]

Not A Toy?

Trigger Happy AU

Part 3

Pairing: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

A/N: Ik ik, everything has been written in very excruciating detail so far, this one being no exception, but I promise I'm going to up the speed and intensity very soon. Also, I am sorry if this one is a bit rushed, I just wanted to get it out there. Def not my favorite chapter...

Disclaimer: English is not my first language; all mistakes are my own.

AU Warnings: Kidnapping, murder, Mommy kink, smut, pet play, death (not main characters), framed murder, violence, drugging, angst, obsession, dub-con/rape-con | Minors DNI 18+

Warnings Part 3: Mommy kink, stalker Wanda, kidnapping (?), slightly stupid reader

Summary: Maybe you are more to Wanda than just a Toy.

Word Count: 1157

Your apartment had never been the best. When you moved in, months prior, that much became apparent. It was filthy, small, and there were large gaps between some of the floorboards. However, money was tight after you were cut off from your family, and the neighborhood wasn’t the worst. So, you took what you could.

You had lived there for all of 2 weeks before you got a roommate. In those 2 weeks, you tried to make it more pleasant and feel more like home. You got a carpet to hide the large gaps, you moved the furniture to make it feel like more space, and you deep cleaned.

As you came to learn, Jessica didn’t care much for that sort of stuff. Between college, working a part-time job, having a boyfriend, and loving parties, Jessica was barely even there. She had never bothered to do much around the apartment, she never cleaned, and never took any interest in changing things around.

It's therefore safe to say you are a bit confused as you take in the scene in front of you.

Why is your coach upside down?

You have no clue how you didn’t see it until now. It wasn’t like you, you had always praised yourself on your observation skills.

That damn policewoman was doing a number on you.

You are just about to pull your phone out when you hear a creak, another issue with the floorboards. The sound came from Jessica's room.

Your apartment has felt off ever since you came home, but now it feels like you are somewhere else entirely. Suddenly everything was colder, and your skin prickles with chills.

Your feet slowly inch closer to Jessica's door, trying to stay silent, and your hands push gently on the handle. Sweat runs down your back and you hold your breath, the tension is heavy in the air. With the handle down, you being to put a slight weight into the door. The door creaks open to reveal….

Nothing.

Your eyes scan the room, everything the same as when you left this morning. You let out a shaky breath, relieved, you close the door again.  

You remind yourself to send a quick text to your roommate about the furniture rearrangement before you walk back to the bathroom.

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Wanda bites back a groan as the door presses lightly against her. She can hear your hands shaking against the handle.

She had meant to get out before you came home, but you turn out to be a fast walker.

After her work was done for the day Wanda had spent a substantial amount of time tracking this roommate of yours. She was a busy girl. She worked at a local diner most of the week but had Mondays and Wednesdays off. She hung out with her boyfriend, that lived 2 blocks away, almost every day. She took a liking to people, always having to be around someone. She seemed to be your complete opposite.

By what intel Wanda gathered, you were a quiet girl, who liked to keep to yourself. You were sweet and always willing to help, but large groups of people made you uncomfortable.

You were perfect. Well-mannered, sweet, lonely. A good girl.

Hers.

Wanda is good at hiding her less savory side. Obsessive behavior never looked good on paper. She had only ever allowed herself to indulge in smaller doses. However, Wanda couldn’t just fuck this urge out with a random pretty girl she picked up like she was used to.

No.

Wanda needed you.

She needs to have you, nurse you, fuck you. She needs to hold you, have you wrapped around her like the little kitten you are. Hers, and only hers.

She just needed to push you a little.

So, she did what anyone would do, and began staging her crime scene.

Your apartment wasn’t exactly big, so how would a big fight play out in such a small space? Wanda was testing your living room when she heard your keys jingle in the hallway.

“I’m home!”

Wanda smiled a little.

You must have been so sleepy. There was a little crack in the door Wanda could look at you through, and you walked right passed the flipped coach and started getting your dinner ready. Wanda had to hold back a disapproving sigh as you picked up a microwavable dinner.

You were a growing girl who requires proper sustenance. Not, whatever was in those plastic tubs.

As the timer on the microwave counted down, you looked lost in thought. Wanda wondered what you were thinking about as your teeth sank into your lip, your scrunched-up nose indicating you were worried. Wanda's hands griped the door, if something was bothering her girl, it bothered Wanda.

Luckily you snapped out of it rather fast and got to eating.

You occur to be quite the messy eater. It was adorable the way you would huff in annoyance as the table became smothered in your mess.

Wanda made a mental note to always feed you on a mat. She didn’t want her floors to be stained like your table was.

You stood up.

Wanda couldn’t get a proper view of the bathroom from where she stood. She had intended on moving just a little bit to the left when her foot hit a loose tile.

Shit!

Wanda could hear you try to sneak over to the door, and she saw the handle slowly move downwards. If she made even the tiniest of noises Wanda knew the gig would be over. She pressed herself into the wall and held her breath.

You paused for a second when the door was almost all the way open. Wanda could hear you sigh. Then close the door again.

You make your way back to the bathroom.

Wanda stands there baffled for a second before sneaking out when she picks up the water running.

Who doesn’t open the door all the way when they think an intruder is in the house?

You just have to be happy it was only Wanda.

///////

“SOMEONE PLEASE!” The filth sobs as her voice echoes back to her.

Wanda smirks.

Don’t worry, it will all be over very soon.

[ador3sturniolo]

omg can u write about angst w/ the song drivers license w matt or chris when they broke up w the reader but they end up going back to her place to be like i miss u and either she rejects him on the spot or is like i’ll think about it

“Please?”

An - Ahh!! Thank you for the request! I hope I can do as close to what you wished for!

Paring - Matt sturniolo X Fem!Reader

Summary - Matt breaks up w/ reader

Warnings - angst, Cursing, Mentions of ed, Kissing, NOT PROOFREAD, Hope I didn’t miss anything!

Word count - 1.2k ishhh

“Fuck!” Matt shouted.

“Matt it’s okay, we can work on it.” I spoke up a little scared to hear what comes next.

“I just don’t think we can. I think we need to break up.”

Those were the word you most did not want to hear.

“I just can’t keep having to deal with you.”

I felt a tear drip down my cheek.

“Okay..” I say looking down making my way out his door.

“Just fucking leave!” He shouted throwing up his hands.

“What the fuck do you think I’m doing Matt!?” I say rushing out of there going down to my car. I start my car with a river streaming down my puffy cheeks. I sob as I slowly leave the driveway, checking both ways of the road.

I’m almost home and still crying, my hands are shaky and my vision is blurry, that I pull over on the side of the road to finish crying so I can see clearly. I pull into my driveway, getting out of my car, tiredness filled my eyes as I walked through my house. I don’t even care about changing or taking off my makeup, I just lie down in my bed, falling asleep as soon as I close my eyes.

I couldn’t stop think about Matt the next morning. I didnt eat that entire day, laying in my bed crying all day is all did and wanted to do, and I did that for a couple days, not wanting to leave my bed or do anything.

2 weeks later

I wake up with mascara stains on my pillow case, my hair a mess, and my house dirty. I haven’t eaten in a while, and still no texts or calls from Matt. Chris and Nick text me once in a while to make sure I’m doing okay. I stand up and walk to my kitchen, grabbing a bowl of cereal, sitting down turning on my tv. I see that The sturniolos posted a new video, I click on it to see Matt with a big smile the whole video. It’s not fair that he gets to be all happy while I’m out here, not happy. I finish eating, putting my bowl in the sink and running back to my room to get my headphones and phone. Clicking on my cleaning playlist, I started to clean my house. Washing my clothes and bedding, sweeping my dirty floors, picking up trash just laying around vacuuming my carpets. It was night when I was done, even though my house was clean, I was still upset, think that cleaning would make it better but it didn’t. I lay down in my bed closing my eyes, before getting up to take a shower, which I haven’t done from the past weeks.

I get in the shower letting the water hit my dirty skin. I turn off the lights in my bathroom so I’m showering in the dark. I couldn’t tell if it was the water or that I started crying. I cry as I wash my hair and body. I get out the shower, clean. Looking at myself in the mirror, my eyes all red and puffy.

“Get your fucking life together” I tell myself in the mirror. I do my skin care and get into a clean pair of pjs. I cute up some watermelon and get a glass of water, and take a picture and posting it on my instagram story. Healing 🤍 I title it, letting people know I’m okay.

2 more weeks later

I decide to be a little crazy and put myself on tinder. I set up my account and go to bed right after thinking nothing of it.

I wake up to a couple guys that liked me, they were cute too! I messaged back one of the guys. We get a conversation going and he wants to take me out to dinner tonight. I smile bright at my phone and a get up and start to get ready for our date. I play my favorite songs as i get ready. I start to think to myself how I’m happy now then I was before.

I put on my favorite red dress that highlights all my curves and black heels. I looks at my phone to see that he texted me saying he was here. I walk out my door and get in his car.

Matts POV :

“It’s been a little over a month since I broke up with her..” I spoke up to Chris.

“Do you think she’s doing okay?” I ask Chris. He nods.

“She is. I still text her. She has a date tonight, so I think she’s moved on.” Chris states.

I was in a state of shock. There’s no way she could have gotten over me that quickly. I get up off the couch and head to my room. I’ve been pretty miserable without her these past couple of days, I thought I was fine. I want her back. She still has to have some feelings, right?

Reader POV :

“It’s now been two months from the first date I went on with him. He’s such a nice guy and we have so much in common. We’ve been on more dates and I have another one with him tonight.” I write in my diary before I get up to get ready.

After the date

“Thank you for tonight.” I say as pulls up to my house.

“No problem pretty.” He says as he pulls me in for a kiss.

Making out for at least two minutes, I pull back.

“Did I do something wrong?” He spoke up

“No, just think we can save this for another time” I wink as I step out of the car.

We wave at each other as he drives off. I walk up my driveway, smiling as I look down at my feet. I bump into a body as I look up.

“Matt? What are you doing here? Are you okay? It looks like you’ve been crying” I say concerned look up at him.

“I miss you. I’ve been so miserable without you. I need you back in my life, I want you as mine again.” He said through sniffles.

“Matt..” I hesitated

“Please?” He said looking down at me begging.

“fuck” I whisper

“Im so sorry to do you like this when your in this state, but no. Im sorry but Ive moved on okay? I think it’s time for you to aswell. We need to meet different people. I know we had a past together but I don’t want to continue it. We can still be friends?” I said making eye contact with him, cupping his cheeks.

I could tell he wanted to cry so I pulled him in for a hug.

“I’m sorry.” I whisper as he wraps his arms around my waist and cry’s.

“Did you walk here?”

He nods as he wipes his nose.

“Okay I’ll drive you home, just let me go get my keys” I say as I rush inside for my keys and walk back out to him.

The ride was silent the whole way.

“Okay we’re here, do you want me to walk you in?” He shakes his head no. “Okay then. Matt?”

“Hm?” He says turning towards me.

“Just know you can talk to me about anything, you can text or call me, we can hangout, whatever you want, okay?”

“Okay. Thank you, I’ll see you later.” He says as he walks away.

I smile at him as I drove off. I take a deep breath as I pull into my driveway. I go inside and get unready from my day and go to bed.

I’m being woke up by my phone ringing. It’s Matt. I pick up.

“Matt?”

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An - Hi guys! Thank you guys for the support on my last story! I hope this one is just as good as my other one! Sorry if it’s not sad enough, for y’all : ( I love reading it, but I’m not the best at writing it so bare with me 🤍

[cueloki]

Cabin trip

Your best friend Thor invites you to vacation with his family at their winter cabin. You accept. There’s just one very important detail Thor conveniently forgot to mention; you'll be forced to share a room with his annoying brother.

Loki x reader, AU where Loki and Thor are mortals like the rest of us peasants

Chapter wordcount: 1685

Chapter warnings: mentions of parents' shitty relationship, Christmas, Loki mischief, reader refers to Frigga as aunt but they aren't related

A/N: I didn’t expect such a good response for chapter 1, thank you to everyone that read it, you all made my heart sing <3 I'm open to doing a taglist if anyone wants that just let me know. Alternatively the masterlist can be found here.

Estimating direct reader x Loki interactions in chapter 4 ;)

(dividers are by the talented firefly-graphics)

Chapter 2 - Get Christmased, idiot

Overnight the land got covered in a crisp blanket of snow. It brought about a calm Christmas morning as everything seemed to still outside. 

The Odinson family was spending it together much like every year but this time by Odin's wish they were keeping it just to the four of them. As he felt himself growing older and his sons grew from boys to men his heart ached. He knew soon enough the two of them would follow in Hela's footsteps and move out for good, leaving the once lively house to just him and Frigga. They wanted to spend as much time with their boys as they could before their sons got families of their own.

Thor and Loki sat in the living room after their Christmas gift exchange. Loki was sitting with his back reclined against the sofa while Thor was sitting on the carpet with his legs criss crossed, still messing with one of his gifts. Their parents were in the kitchen, setting up a new appliance Odin bought for Frigga. 

Loki saw it as the perfect opportunity and reached behind the back of the couch where he had placed one more gift for Thor - this one a true surprise - onto the console table.

“Actually Thor,” Loki's smile tugged at the corner of his lips and his eyes twinkled mischievously while he retrieved the tube container wrapped in festive paper. “I have one more gift for you,” He said as he threw it Thor’s way. His older brother caught it with ease.

“See brother, I knew you could get in the festive spirit! Isn't it nice?” Thor beamed at Loki.

“Oh, indeed. It's very nice,” Loki smirked but Thor was too invested in unwrapping his gift to even notice. Little did he know Loki's intentions weren't all that pure.

“What is this?” Thor wondered as he set the wrapping aside and was left holding a nondescript light brown tube.

“You’ve got to turn it around, brother,” Loki offered helpfully, his heart starting to race with anticipation.

Thor turned the tube container around, his eyes landing on the white cap. “Ah, I see! It opens here,” 

Loki was on the edge of his seat as Thor reached for the cap of it. The spring loaded glitter bomb opened with a pop, sending the glitter flying violently in the air around Thor, into his face and onto his clothes. 

“My, brother, you look rather festive,” Loki snickered as Thor glared at him, the glitter catching the light and making him sparkle as he shifted slightly.

“What was that noise?” Frigga inquired as she walked into the room. Her eyes widened as she saw the state of her oldest son and the white carpet now covered in green glitter. “What happened?!” She shrieked. 

“Mother, I believe Thor chose to redecorate here,” Loki replied slyly.

“That is a lie! He gave me this! As a gift.” Thor waved the tube in the air. The action caused glitter to fall off of him like snow.

“Loki! Will you stop tormenting your brother at once?!” She narrowed her eyebrows at her youngest son. 

“Mother, it was just a bit of fun, really! How was I to know he’d open it here?” Loki shot her his charming smile, pretending to be the picture of innocence. 

“Clean it up, Loki!” She snapped, giving him a disapproving look. Loki's face fell. “What?! But he’s the one who spilled it!” He argued to no avail.

“I will not hear another word, you know where the vacuum is! I better not see a single speck of glitter later!” She commanded, her brow twitching before she left the living room, feeling a headache coming on.

“Looks like your grand plan failed, brother,” Thor gave Loki a sarcastic smile. “This is absolutely ridiculous,” Loki grumbled before he went to retrieve the vacuum.

Thor, of course, snapped a photo while Loki was cleaning. The displeased look on Loki’s face was enough to make up for the mischief he had caused Thor. Loki - 0, Thor - 1. Well to be fair Thor was still covered in glitter…

Loki - 1, Thor - 1.

Christmas was a drag but it wasn’t like you didn’t expect it. 

Your parents managed to keep up pretenses and play the perfect hosts, their usual bickering kept to a minimum in front of the rest of the family. Much like always their problems stayed behind closed doors. It was all about appearances with them. Nobody but you truly knew the extent of their constant spats. Truthfully it was exhausting to listen to them so being away at school granted you at least some semblance of peace.

Multiple conversations with your relatives about how college is going just made you want to blow your brains out but you guessed that was normal, nobody cared to ask about your actual interests or anything remotely entertaining. You hated small talk with a burning passion so you stayed quiet through most of the lunch and instead listened to other conversations happening around the table as boredom settled into your bones.

When your uncle started to spew his skewed political views after the meal you and your cousins exchanged a silent agreement to retreat into the living room and leave the adults to deal with it. It’s not like the bunch of you hadn’t tried to correct him before but it just led to massive arguments and you, much like your cousins, weren’t feeling up for it. You opened your messaging app to check in with Thor.

You snickered as a picture of Loki vacuuming popped up on your screen. His face was set in a deep scowl. You could imagine Loki trying some kind of ‘Thor spilled the glitter, he should be cleaning it’ argument on aunt Frigga just like when the three of you were kids. Loki would always try to play innocent in front of Frigga. To his detriment she was a fair judge and knew her sons way too well. He got away with some things but definitely not all.

Your cousin noticed your laugh and leaned over to take a peek at your screen. “Who’s that?! He’s hot!” She said as she tapped on the photo to make it bigger. You gave her a side eye.

You’d never thought of Loki as ‘hot’. Even though you two were the same age, he was your best friend’s little brother. Technically going off of birth months Loki was the youngest of the three of you. His birthday was in December so he had just caught up with you, turning twenty one this month. However his regular over-serious demeanor didn’t make it feel that way. Whenever you found yourself in the same room as him, he had this ‘old soul’ aura about him. Of course he still had his moments of acting his age - see glitter bomb - and thanks to Thor you knew all about it. Loki’s penchant for mischief had followed him from childhood all the way through his teenage years and even now. 

Part of you was grateful Thor was more tame compared to Loki. You didn’t think you could handle it if your twenty two year old best friend gifted you a glitter bomb for Christmas. You hoped Thor hadn’t gotten any ideas.

“That’s Loki. Stop being weird,” You scolded your cousin as you exited out of the photo, texting Thor a few skull emojis.

“Loki? As in Thor’s brother, Loki?” 

“Mhm,” You mumbled as you switched to scrolling through your instagram feed.

“I’ve seen the pictures of the three of you in your room, he looks nothing like himself,” She commented, seemingly deep in thought. You gave her an odd look. “That would be cause those were taken when we were little,” You said pointedly.

“Well, he looks like a god now, I’d tap that,” She concluded.

“Gross! Don’t tell me that!” You whined which caused her to smirk at you. “As if you wouldn't!”

“I'm not gonna entertain this conversation further,” You grumbled before she dropped the topic and went into a rant about her boyfriend. 

After everyone left for the day you helped your mom with cleaning up and let her know that you'd be going away tomorrow. You went up to your room when the two of you finished and spent some time bed rotting, killing your brain cells by scrolling through endless tiktok videos until you eventually found yourself bored enough to put on a Christmas movie. As cliché as those movies were, you still liked them. And ‘tis the season. 

Ding. You averted your eyes from your laptop screen and checked your phone.

You paused your movie, figuring it was worth it to start packing now since it was getting late and you had already wasted enough time. As you set your suitcase on your bed and opened it, you realized you hadn’t even unpacked the thing properly since you got home. So first you got rid of all the clothes you deemed useless for the trip.

You tried to remember how many days you had to pack for but came up empty. Oh, yeah! Thor never actually told you how long you'd be staying at the cabin.

Thor and you were different. He was always more outgoing and actually lit up around company, unlike you who retreated into your shell around most people if not everyone. You supposed it was a classic case of extrovert-introvert friendship. He had dragged you along to plenty of gatherings with his friends and while you enjoyed some of them, Thor knew that only happened occasionally. 

Still he made sure to ask if you wanted to join repeatedly, despite you declining most of his invitations. He knew you preferred to hang with just him or these days with him and Sif. Good thing you and Sif were cool with each other. It was unfortunate for Thor though because you and Sif got along extremely well and he often found himself teased by the both of you at once.

Well time to get this packing thing done and over with.

[opalimagines]

Glad You're Here

Rick stays the night after the final battle with Ultra-Humanite and the Mahkents, and the two of you have a long overdue talk. Takes place right after the events of Frenemies Chapter 13.

Rick Tyler/gn!reader

Warning: Vomiting/minor withdrawal symptoms (he wasn't using the hourglass for too long so I assumed he'd get off a little light)

"I made it."

You stood in the front doorway of your house, smiling softly and relieved he'd actually showed up, as Rick shifted his bag to his shoulder. He found it hard to look you in the eye after what happened. He'd been a total asshole to you, as well as Beth and her parents, when all you wanted was to provide help that he clearly desperately needed. Yet, while he was being taken care of after first removing the hourglass, you insisted he come stay with you.

So he cleaned up and packed a bag before Pat dropped him off at the old Zarick home.

Even if you hadn't pushed for it, truthfully, the last thing he needed was to be all alone back on that farm while withdrawing from the hourglass. Since a few hours had passed, it wasn't quite as horrible as it was when he first took it off. Dr. Chapel told him that since he'd only been using the hourglass constantly for a week or so it shouldn't take more than that for the chemicals to leave his system. But it wouldn't be a cakewalk.

"I made up one of the beds upstairs." You stepped back to let him in. "I'll show you."

Rick walked inside, not feeling quite as comfortable there as he'd begun to in the previous few months. He felt like he'd ruined a safe place, like he didn't deserve it after making so many wrong decisions.

You led him up the steps, which was unfamiliar, considering he'd never stepped foot up there before. Just as you had taken over the basement as your own space, the top level was all for your father. But he'd been gone for a while and would probably continue to be as he helped Jennie and her brother in New York.

Only one door was open, and you reached in to flip on the light inside. All of the furniture pieces except for the bed and the side table, which you'd left a few bottles of water on, were covered in white sheets, but some of the magic themed decorations on the wall quickly told him that this had been Joey Zarick's room. Before he was murdered by Icicle.

"Papa turned the guest room into a study, so this is the only extra bed. I think this room belonged to The Wizard's son, but if that's weird, you can sleep in my room and I'll take the couch."

"No, it's fine. Thanks." Rick stepped inside and placed his bag on the nicely made bed. The fact that you had done that with a cast on one arm didn't make him feel any better. He turned back to you and tried to say the words he'd needed to say for a few days. "(Y/N), I–"

"We can talk tomorrow, okay? You should get some rest." You wanted to get things out in the open as much as he did, but it had been a very long night. It was well past 2am, and Rick had obviously been in need of a good night's sleep for at least a few days.

Part of him wanted to counter that his sleep could be put off long enough for him to at least tell you just how fucking sorry he was, but he simply trained his eyes on the carpet. "...Yeah, okay."

You meant to turn away and head back to the basement, but after everything that had happened the past few days, you couldn't stop yourself from running to Rick and pulling him into a tight hug. He took a moment to get over the surprise and relax into it, carefully wrapping his arms around you.

"I'm glad you're here. I've really missed you," you whispered before pulling away far too soon.

He'd missed you, too. Once he put the hourglass on without the limiter, he stopped spending nearly as much time with you. As he got deeper and deeper into it, there was a part of him that didn't want you to see him that way.

"Goodnight, Rick."

Without giving him a chance to say it back, you vanished in a whoosh of air, leaving Rick to change and get into bed. But the sleep you'd been so insistent on wasn't coming easy, even with the weakness in his body and the heaviness in his eyes. He just kept staring at the ceiling and the shadows that the street light outside was casting onto it. There weren't any street lights out in West Farms, so he wasn't used to anything but the moon at night.

Dr. Chapel had given him some medicine to help with the symptoms after he took off the hourglass, and while it was working, he still felt like complete shit. His heart was beating a little too fast, and his whole body hurt. But he didn't feel like he was dying anymore, not that that was helping with the anxiety that plagued him despite the villains in Blue Valley being gone.

Rick carefully sat up and sighed, running a hand back through his messy hair. He checked the lock screen of his phone and confirmed that he'd been lying awake for almost two hours. He wondered if he was the only one failing to get any sleep.

He left the room and made his way down the steps, moving slowly to not make himself sick. He'd just knock once, and if you were awake and wanting to talk, great. But if he got no answer, he'd go back to bed and hope his mind and body would finally get with the program and rest. You'd still be there in the morning.

Once at your door, he took a breath and lightly knocked on the wood.

The sound was nearly inaudible over the soft music playing from your stereo. After about an hour of tossing and turning, you'd given up completely and thrown on an album—at a low volume, though, just in case it woke Rick up. You'd been sitting up in your bed, holding that little Sonic you loved so much as the gravity of everything that had happened with Ultra-Humanite, Icicle, and Dragon King really set in.

But as soon as you heard the noise, you shut off the turntable and bolted up the steps, opening the door before Rick could even finish knocking.

The sight of his bed head and his simple pajamas—a well fitted grey tee and black sweatpants—made you stumble over yourself a bit. "D-Did my music wake you up?"

"No, I didn't hear anything." You looked just the same as you did a few hours ago, totally wide awake, and he was glad he hadn't ended up disturbing you just because he couldn't sleep. "So...you're having trouble sleeping, too?"

"It's hard to settle down after everything that's happened, you know?" You pointed your thumb back behind you. "Want to come down?"

Rick nodded, and he followed you down the steps and to your bed, which you sat on the edge of, patting the spot next to you once he arrived. He barely even sat down before the words spilled out of his mouth. "I'm sorry for being such an asshole. You didn't deserve any of that. You're not a freak."

"Rick, I forgive you." You put your hand on his shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. "What you said really hurt, but you weren't in your right mind."

"That's not an excuse." Rick stared down at his bruised knuckles, trying to keep it together. Even though he'd taken off the hourglass, his emotions were still a little out of whack. It would be that way for a few days, at least. "I said what I knew would hurt you. I wanted to push you away so you wouldn't stop me." It almost worked, too. You were all the way in New York City with your father, and he wouldn't have blamed you for not coming back.

"It's not your fault. Sylve–I mean, Ultra-Humanite wanted the JSA to break apart. He was manipulating all of us. You with the hourglass, Beth with her parents, Yolanda with Cindy..."

"What did he say to you?"

"He told me that my dad could use his speed to travel through time and to other universes, which I knew about already. I think he wanted me to try it and get lost. It would've hurt Papa a lot, and all three of them really hated him."

"It wouldn't have just hurt him. You're part of our team. I know I said you have no friends, but that wasn't true. We care about you." Rick spoke in a quieter voice as he added, "I care..."

"I care about you too, Rick." You said, smiling softly as you blinked back tears. Sometimes you could forget that you finally had true friends. "I'm so glad you took the hourglass off. If you hadn't, you could've-"

"Died. I know." Rick looked at you, your watery eyes reminding him of when he'd blown up at you and of another thing he hadn't addressed yet. Another cruel thing he said that he didn't actually mean, not in a million years. "There was something else I said that day. How I wanted you to leave me alone..."

"I know that I want to hang out with you too much," His words had been replaying in your head often since he said them. As bad as the rest of it was, you really hated the thought that you annoyed him, "and I know I need to back off a little. Because you were right, you're not my boyfriend."

Rick had almost forgotten about that little bit of projection he'd thrown in there.

"Rick, it's okay that you don't feel the same way I do," you continued. "Being your friend is way more important to me than any of that. I can't blame you for liking Courtney. She's a really great person."

In spite of this serious discussion and how awful he felt, Rick actually laughed. "What?"

"You like Courtney."

The sheer shock and disbelief didn't go away. It got worse, in fact. "What the hell did I do to make you think that?"

Since you'd expected him to agree with your conclusion and let you down gently, you were just confused. "Well, you were acting weird when Courtney and Cameron started going out. I know you don't like him anyway, but it seemed like a jealousy thing."

"Courtney's like my sister." Even the thought of that made his skin crawl. He loved her, but never in that way. "And I just really hate Cameron." Rick gestured to your broken arm, which he'd really been trying not to think about after the way the sight of bone sticking out of your skin fueled his already out of control rage back at the Mahkent home. "I hate him more now that he did that to you."

"This?" You lifted the cast covered arm. "I heal fast. This thing will be off in a few days." A smile spread across your face as you finally looked at him again. "So, I guess this means that Yolanda was right. About you liking me back, I mean."

"She told you?" He'd suspected that his friends knew, but he didn't expect any of them to spill it to you without at least talking to him first. Not that he would've been all that receptive.

"She was tired of us being oblivious. Everyone was, apparently." You traced your finger over one of the little doodles on your cast. "She encouraged me to ask you out, so I invited you to the movies. But you didn't show, and then I remembered how you reacted to Courtney and Cameron earlier that day. I just...assumed she had it wrong."

You'd asked Rick to the movies the very same day he'd removed the limiter from the hourglass. He blew you off to spend the night testing his new power, and he could remember how disappointed you sounded on the phone when he said he wasn't going. At the time, he didn't realize he was hurting you, and he didn't really care. Even if he'd realized it was meant to be a date—and his belief that you could never have feelings for someone like him guaranteed that he wouldn't—the hourglass still would've been more important to him. It was the only thing that mattered at the time, and he hated himself for getting so caught up in it, for multiple reasons. "I'm sorry for standing you up. I'm an idiot."

"It's okay. You've been going through a lot, and I should've been more clear that I was asking you on a date. Maybe we could try it again...whenever you're ready for that."

"Do you really wanna deal with all of this?" With me?

"Rick..." You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him for the second time that night. "You're the first real friend I've ever had. My best friend. I'll be here for you no matter what. Whether it's as your friend or something more is up to you, but that's not a choice you need to make right now. Okay?"

Rick sniffled and tucked his face in the crook of your neck as he hugged you back tightly. The combination of his emotional state, his lack of sleep, and your heartfelt words made him tear up fast. As soon as you felt a drop on your skin, you rubbed his back soothingly.

"You need to get some rest, Rick," you said in a soft tone. "It's been such a long night."

Rick pulled back enough to look at you with red-rimmed eyes, wiping the remaining tear from his damp cheek.. "I already tried that. It didn't work out so well."

"You can sleep here if you want. There's room for both of us."

"You sure?" Letting him stay at your house was one thing, but he hadn't expected you offering to share your bed.

"Mhm." You let go of him and got under the blanket, leaving the side he was still sitting on open. "And you can have him for the night too," you said, holding out your little Sonic. "It'll help you feel better. Trust me."

Rick cracked a small smile as he took the stuffed animal and laid down on the empty side of the bed, facing you. He reached back to turn off the lamp, and you threw the blanket over him. After a moment of indecision, Rick carefully reached out and patted the space between you until he found your right hand and rested his on top of it.

"Being around you...that makes me feel better," he said quietly, closing his eyes. "Goodnight."

You wrapped your hand around his and smiled. "Goodnight."

Rick woke up several hours later in a much different position. He was turned completely around, your chest against his back and your injured left arm slung over his side. He could feel your breathing and the warmth that radiated from your body. It was...nice. Even seeing that the clock on your nightstand read nearly 1pm didn't get him to move.

He was close to drifting off again when you stirred. It took you several moments to register that Rick was there and a few more to realize that you were awfully close to him. Probably too close. You moved your arm off of him and pulled away. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

"No, it's okay. I like it." He didn't want to admit that he already missed it. Physical contact wasn't something he'd gotten a lot of, at least not the comforting kind.

"Oh..." You pressed yourself up against him again and put your arm right back where it was. "Um, I like it too."

"I hope you weren't planning on going to school."

"Absolutely not." After the night the JSA had, every single one of you deserved to skip school that day.

Rick smiled, gently laying his arm over yours. He looked down at the small part of the cast that he could see, noticing a name that he didn't know—Grant. Jennie and your father must have already found another superpowered legacy. He asked you a question that had been on his mind since he heard you left town, grateful that you couldn't see his face at the moment. "Before you heard about Ultra-Humanite and Icicle, were you going to stay in New York?"

"No, I was always going to come back. I just needed a little bit of time away from Blue Valley. And to talk to my father." You let out a soft sigh against his shoulder, which he could feel through his t-shirt. "There was a minute where I considered going there permanently once you were safe from the hourglass, but...I realized that I belong here with the JSA."

"Like I said, you're part of the team." His fingers brushed yours, unable to really hold that hand at the moment. "I'm sorry I made you doubt that."

"No more 'I'm sorry's needed, Rick. At least not for me."

Rick apologized to you as well as the girls, but he still needed to talk to Beth's parents. He would absolutely be doing that, just not that day. Dr. Chapel had even told him to focus on getting back to himself.

"How do you feel about breakfast?" You propped yourself up on your elbow and looked down at him. "Or, I guess it would be 'brunch' at this point."

Since you mentioned it, he couldn't remember the last time he actually ate something. The hourglass had made him forget, but without it, he could feel the hunger pangs. "Sounds great."

"We can have some french toast. Or omelets. Or whatever you want." You got out of bed and stretched, your joints crackling a bit. You didn't usually stay in bed for as long as you had that day. "Maybe we can watch a movie upstairs." There was the old television and VCR right there in your room, but the Zarick family's DVD collection was more extensive and modern than your VHS tape collection.

Rick sat up, and the change in his blood pressure quickly caused a wave of nausea. He was never going to make it over to your bathroom in time, but thanks to your very very quick reaction time, he suddenly had a small trash can in his hands to aim for.

You gently rubbed his back as he heaved into the can. Throwing up with nothing in your stomach was worse than the alternative because then all that would come up was stomach acid and bile. He figured you were right to suggest breakfast after all.

When he finally felt he was done, you helped him to the bathroom. He used some of your mouthrinse to rid the awful taste from his mouth and splashed some cool water on his clammy face. You handed him a small towel to dry off, rubbing his back once again. "I think we should stick with bland foods until you're feeling better."

"Good call."

"You can stay down here. I'll bring you something," you said, gesturing back to your bed.

"Your arm's broken," he reminded you. "I'm not going to ask you to make me breakfast."

Even with one arm, you could still have breakfast done in a second, but it was sweet that he was concerned about it. "Alright, I'll go by Richie's then."

Before Rick could even start to say that he could manage cooking something on his own, you were already gone. He carefully sat back down on the bed and sighed, scrubbing his hand over his face.

As bad as he still felt, he was also glad that he hadn't succeeded in pushing you away. That he hadn't lost you.

[ask-pomni-things]

Hello? Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine. So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week, okay?

Uh, let's see, first there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read. Uh, it's kind of a legal thing, you know. Um, "Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced."

Blah, blah, blah. Now that might sound bad, I know, but there's really nothing to worry about. Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No. If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got a bath? I'd probably be a bit irritable at night too. So, remember, these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and we need to show them a little respect, right? Okay.

So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of free roaming mode at night. Uh... something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. Uh, they used to be allowed to walk around during the day too. But then there was The Bite of '87. Yeah. I-It's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?

Uh, now concerning your safety, the only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uh, if they happen to see you after hours probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll pr- they'll most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to... forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit. Um, now, that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area. So, you could imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort... and death. Uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out the front of the mask, heh.

Y-Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up. But hey, first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night.

I'm going to throw hands.

[beebisbeeble]

Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine. So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week. Okay?

Uh, let's see, first there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read. Uh, it's kind of a legal thing, you know. Um, "Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced."

Blah blah blah, now that might sound bad, I know, but there's really nothing to worry about. Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No. If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got a bath? I'd probably be a bit irritable at night too. So, remember, these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and we need to show them a little respect, right? Okay.

So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of free roaming mode at night. Uh...Something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. Uh, they used to be allowed to walk around during the day too. But then there was The Bite of '87. Yeah. I-It's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know? Uh, now concerning your safety, the only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uh, if they happen to see you after hours probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll p-most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to...forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit. Um, now, that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area. So, you could imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort...and death. Uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out the front of the mask, heh.

Y-Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up. But hey, first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night.

[lumpywhump]

Hidden Scars #2: Pline

still don't know how to do the fancy word link think so boom here ya go

tw: flashbacks

"Hey, are you okay?" Kane stared at the boy. This kid, clearly no older than 12, was out in the middle of nowhere talking to a beaten up stranger who was just laying on the ground. "Mister?" "Uh—" Kane went to talk but was cut off by his own coughing and had to sit up. The boy moved to help, but Kane put up a scarred hand. "I'm fine," they coughed out, finding his pride again. He didn't need help from a child. "Where are your parents?" "Me and my mom live right over there," the child pointed to his right. "Do you guys live near a town?" Kane tried to scratch under the thick metal collar around his throat. "Yeah! Our town is really fun. Trust me, I've been to Farinsburg. We've got an ice cream store right in the center. Can I show you!?" The kid was practically jumping at the idea. "Uh… sure?" Kane shifted and all his muscles ached. "Ow ow ow," they chanted and they slowly stood up. "I have to go tell Mom where we're going and then we can go," the boy began walking. "Oh," he stopped, "my name is Pline, what's your's?" "Kane," he answered as he attempted to keep up. The twigs and bushes scraped his barely covered skin. "Wow, that's a really common name. Mine's a lot less common. My mom named me after this guy who died," Kane nodded, unsure how to reply to that. They approached a house. It was a decent size with yellow sidings and two floors. Pline pulled Kane up the stairs of the deck and opened the glass sliding door. "Mom!" Pline yelled, making the boy jump. "I found someone out in the woods! I'm going to go show them Mermaid's!" Carpeted footsteps echoed through the house until a woman appeared. "Pline, what did you find this time…" the woman trailed off as she took in Kane's appearance. He didn't know how he looked but he was sure it wasn't a pretty sight. "What happened?" She gasped. "I dunno," Pline shrugged, "found him like this. Oh! I forgot about my Lego house!" The kid ran over to the swarm of legos on the floor. "Come in," the woman beckoned.

The woman, Tammy, gently held Kane's chin as she cleaned their relatively fresh wound dragging from their nose and touching his neck. "Where are your parents?" She asked. Kane could tell she was trying to distract him from the pain. "They're in the capital," "What's your last name?" "I—" "Mom!" Pline yelled as he appeared in the doorway. "I finished my house! Can I show you?" "In a minute, I'm trying to help our friend here." Tammy poured more hydrogen peroxide on the rag. Kane hissed as rag touched his skin. "When can I show them Mermaid's?" "When he's feeling better." Tammy reached for a square bandaid to put on the first half of the wound. As she put it on, she folded the bottom so the sticky part wouldn't touch his wound. "Can you hold that?" She grabbed the second bandaid and put the top bandaid over it. "How old are you?" She picked up the rag again and moved onto his arm. "I don't know," Kane whispered. "Last I knew I was 18. What year is it?" Tammy gave him an odd look. "It's 2024," His stomach dropped and his breath quickened. It was as if a thousand bricks landed on him. "It's been two years?" He felt his eyes begin to water, but quickly wiped them away. "Heh, wow," he put on a smile and looked at Tammy. "I've been gone a while," The boy watched Tammy's face go from concern to full blown panic. "What happened?" She quickly schooled her face. "Where were you?" His voice caught in his throat for a second. "I— I don't know," he whispered as he began to stare at the wall. "There was— I didn't— oh my god." He bit his lip and began to scratch around the collar. "Hey," Tammy gently lowered the boy's hand, "why don't we get that off you, yeah?" Kane nodded, his ratty hair bouncing with the movement. He tensed as he watched Tammy's hands slowly reached for his neck. His skin throbbed under the collar as the woman felt around the back for a release button. With a satisfying click, Kane could finally breathe. Without the weight of the collar, it finally sunk in what he had done. He was free. "Holyshi— sugar!" Tammy blinked. "Uh…" she looked down at the collar. The thing was brown on the outside and black on the inside. There was a metal ring in it. The ring matched the patterns of burns on his neck. Kane stared at the floral shower curtain. He didn't want to meet the woman's gaze, afraid of what he might find.

"No one wants you now. Think about it." The boy's captor chuckled. "Why are you still here? With your family's resources they should have found you easily," Kane looked around although the blindfold was snug around his eyes, he still tried to catch a hint of light. "You're not hidden that well. They just don't want you back. They know you're ruined." A smooth finger traced the large scar on his arm. "Can't have you seen all mangled, hm?"

"Kid?" Kane blinked and returned Tammy's gaze. "You okay?" Kane was about to nod before he was interrupted. "What kind of question is that? Of course you aren't. Listen, when you're all patched up we're going to find your parents, okay?" "Uh, sure." Kane didn't want to argue with her that he was an adult. Especially because he did in fact live with his parents

[kaiokentimesten]

TRICK OR TREAT

Hello? Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine. So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week, okay? Uh, let's see, first there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read. Uh, it's kind of a legal thing, you know. Um, "Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced."

Blah, blah, blah. Now that might sound bad, I know, but there's really nothing to worry about. Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No. If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got a bath? I'd probably be a bit irritable at night too. So, remember, these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and we need to show them a little respect, right? Okay.

So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of free roaming mode at night. Uh… something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. Uh, they used to be allowed to walk around during the day too. But then there was The Bite of '87. Yeah. I-It's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?

Uh, now concerning your safety, the only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uh, if they happen to see you after hours probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll pr- they'll most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to… forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit. Um, now, that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area. So, you could imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort… and death. Uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out the front of the mask, heh.

Y-Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up. But hey, first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night.