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maiko-san · 3 months

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Catnap + Dogday x Reader ( Part 1 )

Part 2 >>>

Relationship : Fluff

Reader : Female, age 20.

Plot : You are one of the Playcare employees that looks after the Smiling Critters and makes sure all the mascots are in good shape.

The very first day you were assigned to the Playcare, you didn't expect the mascot to be huge and very tall. Hell, even taller than Huggy Wuggy themselves!

You were nervous to be around these mascots but it was your job to keep them at a top notch.

Dogday, the leader of the smiling critters was the first to greet you. His personality is as bright as the sun necklace around his neck.

The others follow his lead and greet you with smiles on their faces, welcoming you to the daycare.

Well, except one.

Which was Catnap.

The purple cat mascot is high up on one of the buildings, watching everything from above and his eyes looking down at you, judging you from afar.

For the first week, you monitor the smiling critters and their behaviours. The others are fine interacting with the children, except for Catnap who prefers to be on his own.

You tried to get the cat to do his job but the mascot refused to listen to you. Which was frustrating.

You were amazed that the technology in place is far more advanced and the mascots in this Playtime Co. have their own personalities like a real person would which was..... intriguing and at the same time.... terrifying.

According to Dogday, Catnap used to be very friendly but he had been distancing himself from the group recently.

He never knows why.

The supervisor told you that Catnap was the most troublesome in the group and they said to keep an eye on the cat and make sure he does his work and doesn't get in any trouble.

It would take time for you to properly work with him. So, you respect the mascot's boundaries and try interacting with him slowly.

Day by day, you make sure to visit him first every time your shift starts. you greet Catnap with a 'Good morning' and 'How are you doing?'.

The cat only stares at you with a swishing tail, you set down a bag of croissants and look up at the mascot.

"Hey, Catnap! If you're hungry, you can have these croissants! Eat it while it's still fresh, okay bud. You can't work with an empty stomach!"

"......"

Again, he just stares at you.

You also learn that these mascots are able to consume organic matter which again shocks you, so you always sneak in some food from the cafe for all the smiling critters, in secret.

The smiling critters began to like you and saw you as their favourite out of all the employees.

Things go on normally in the daycare, the smiling critters keep themselves busy with the children ( that you weren't allow to interact with )

You spend your time in the office and look through the papers. When you were about to take a sip of the hot drink from your cup—

"Hiya, there! Mrs. (L/n)!"

"Oh, f—k!"

You jump out from your seat and some of the hot drink spilled onto your pants causing you to curse under your breath.

It was Dogday.

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!"

The dog apologises for startling you and offers you a handkerchief that magically appears out of thin air.

You said you were alright. You turn to ask what makes Dogday come to your office.

The smiling critter just said he wants to see you, saying to you that you have been coup up in your office for hours now.

You were grateful that he was concerned about you but you told him that the papers kept you busy.

"Sorry, bud. I just have a lot of papers to look through. Ya know, I have to keep all of you in shape"

"I see. Thank you for caring and taking care of us angel........unlike the others—anyways!"

Dogday whispers the last part which cannot be heard clearly by you.

"Do you need help with anything? I'm free! I can help you with everything and as a leader of the Smiling Critters, it is also my job to help you too!"

Dogday offers a helping hand, his tail swishing as he awaits for your answers.

You told him you do need help sorting out the papers into the folders which the dog excitedly said yes.

He sits on the floor next to you, since how tall he is. You point out the paper that he needs to sort out in the correct order.

Dogday have trouble picking up the papers with his large hands. You couldn't help but stifle at the sight, yet he managed to find a way of picking up the paper without crumpling it.

After a few hours passed. The bell rings loudly, signalling it was recess time.

You stretch your limbs and stand up from your chair, you turn to Dogday who already finished sorting out all the papers.

"You did a great job there, Dogday. Thank you!"

"Hehe, no problem Mrs. (L/n)! Glad to help!"

"Just call me, (Y/n). Dogday. No need to be so formal and besides I'm not THAT old..."

"Alright, (Y/n)!"

You yawn escape your mouth as you rub your eye, a nice nap is the only thing that comes to your mind after a long hour of paperwork.

Dogday notices how tired you look.

"A good nap will make you feel energetic afterwards!"

"Yeah, it does. I'm going to the staffroom and sleep there. You can go back to the playcare, Dogday"

But the orange dog didn't leave and instead picks you up which surprises you.

Dogday held you close to his body and said.

"No need! You can sleep here with me!"

His arms wrap around your smaller body, your face buried into his chest and his fur smells like vanilla. Which was comforting....

Before you know it, you already drift off to sleep.

"Sleep well, angel...."

Next day.

Following the same routine, you visit Catnap again but the cat was nowhere in sight.

You call out for the feline and you hear a loud thud behind you. Hot breath tickles your back which causes you to quickly turn around to see the purple cat staring at you with beady white eyes.

You hold out an apple pie to him, which the cat takes and devours with a wide open mouth.

"I want....more"

"Huh?"

"More....sweets..."

It was the first time you heard Catnap speak, his voice was deep and distorted.

You now have learned that Catnap likes sweets. Which gives you quite an advantage over him.

"Yes, you can have more sweets.....If you do your job"

You told the cat which he grunts roughly in return.

"You can request any kind of sweets you want in return, I promise. Just as long you do your job as a play care attendant"

Catnap seemingly thinking about the deal that you had offered to him. The sweets seems to get to him since he never gets to eat such food....

It was tempting and he finally agrees with you.

"Okay..."

With that simple okay, Catnap begins to do his job in the play care to Dogday's delight.

After the shift is over, you give Catnap his sweet treats as you promised.

"Haha! See, it wasn't that hard, right! You did a great job there, Catnap! If you keep doing that, I might bake you a cake!"

You praised the feline mascot with a bright smile. Which causes the feline to look away slightly.

The feeling of praise makes his heart flutter with warmth.....

It was a very long day at work and you bid the smiling critters a good night before you leave the playcare.

Unknown to you, some of the higher ups have noticed how well you do with the Smiling Critters.

You are safe....

For now....

A/n : There will be more interaction with Catnap in the next chapter! I am aware that Catnap is Theo which is a child!

I am not sure who resides in Dogday and he might be one of the employees of the playcare since he knows so much.

Relationship between the three would be fluff. If romance, it could be focused on Dogday maybe...?

Well, it's up to you guys.

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #dogday #catnap #dogday x reader #catnap x reader #smiling critters #poppy playtime x reader #various x reader #fluff

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arminsumi · 7 months

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OFFICE PLAYTIME

↳ NANAMI ななみ + fem!reader

"...I think you deserve a raise..."

1.3k

Summary : Nanami and his secretary... doing "work" in his office.

Warnings : 🔞 minors do not interact/read : smut/explicit content : daddy kink, unprotected sex, public setting (office sex), secretary x boss trope, namecalling (wh*re, sl*ut, +++), taboo fantasy (sexual relationship with your boss), creampie, m*sturbation (reader), sex on desk, blowjob, mean dom Nanami + soft sweetheart Nanami, praise, dirty talk, light humiliation, horny!reader, implied breeding kink, referring to c*m as "baby batter"

Note : this came from the heart 👍 i love boss nanami. and he's my true daddy (the rest r fake!!!!!) even if i don't write much for him. reqs open. bring me nanami thank u!

"Daddy... I n-need you..."

Nanami raises his brows, looking down at you pawing his clothed bulge while he's sat in his office doing paperwork. His throat constricts as his length starts hardening under your touch.

"Hm, what? What does my angel need?"

You squeeze the outline of his shaft and nearly moan.

"I need you to fuck me..."

"... well aren't you vulgar?" he stifles a laugh. "Alright. Work for it."

"But I need it so bad!"

"Work for it."

"Please, I'm so wet, j-just stuff your cock in me..."

He finally lets out a laugh, and firmly grabs your hand to stop your movements. "You're being such a slut today. Is it because I fucked you raw this morning? Hm? Is that it? I know it is. You're just a cock hungry slut. Is that right? You just want your boss to fuck you instead of putting that brain to work."

"Daddy's s-so mean..." you sigh erotically. Your bedroom eyes make his tip twitch. He practices self-discipline and refrains from shoving his dick down your throat right then.

He lifts your chin, making you look at him. "But you're the one with a kink for it, aren't you? You begged for me to be meaner. So now I will be. And that wasn't a suggestion... that was a command... work for it, slut."

Nanami looks at you coldly while you rip off his belt eagerly and thumb over his leaky cockhead. He's a silent man. So eliciting a groan or erotic noise from him means you're really doing something good... or maybe he's just sensitive. Or both.

"Such a pretty face... and a slutty mouth." he husks as you lower your lips down his cockhead, swirling your tongue around and around and relishing in the feeling of his meaty cock.

"Daddy..." you try to speak om his cock, and he groans at the vibration of your voice. That nickname drives him insane. He's not been much of a kinky man, but calling him daddy? He insisted you do it from day one. It's his weakness but he won't admit it.

He stoically observes you sucking his cock. "How's that pretty hole feeling? Eager to get stuffed I bet."

You nod and sputter "mhm!", your saliva and spit sloppily dripping down his cock. He admires the sight of your mouth being wide open and filled to the brim with his cock, what's a better way to spend boring office hours than with his secretary on his knees like this?

His big manly hand goes to the back of your head and helps you work up and down on his length, making you take more than you can handle while you whorishly smile.

"Damn slut... imagine if your coworkers knew you called your boss "daddy". Do you think they'd still respect you if they knew you were a fucking whore for me? Bet you'd love for them to walk in on you while you get your throat stuffed like this... f-fuck..."

He broke his stoic expression for a moment when he felt a particularly good pang of pleasure shoot through his cock. Nanami usually has lots of stamina, but when when he's using your throat in his office... well the naughty circumstance makes him bust quickly.

You feel him pulse as he creampies your throat, holding you down on it to make sure not a drop of his precious baby batter is wasted.

"Fuuuck... that's a good little slut..."

You frantically dip your finger into your hole and massage it. It's so sensitive even teasing feels too good.

"Don't play with that pussy without daddy's permission." Nanami seethes.

He forces you to stand up and folds you over his desk roughly, carelessly. A stapler and pen box crashes to the carpeted floor and some coworkers turn their heads, but then return back to focusing in their cubicle.

"Sh-shit... you're this wet for me...? Nasty whore. I'll fuck you good. You better be quiet or you're fired, understood?" he threatens half-heartedly while rubbing his cock sideways on your pussy, slapping and rubbing it through your slit a few times.

And you swallow an erotic squeal as he plunges his meaty cock into your eager pussy. Just the sensation of his length gliding past your folds sent a shockwave of pleasure through your body.

"Da—ddyyy! Fuck! You're so fucking big!" you exclaim.

"Sh-shit... not so loud, not so loud... ghnnnn..." he stifles a grunt and starts pounding into your clingy pussy.

A sloppy slapping sound echoes off his office walls, but he can't slow down or go easier on you; it feels way too good. And you're being too slutty for him to think straight. So what if people hear him fucking his secretary? He doesn't care what anyone thinks when he's balls deep in your hole.

"Fuck that's it... that's it... just let yourself feel me. Feel daddy split you open... oh, god that slutty little hole is gripping me so good today..."

He grits his teeth and holds in his groans. A few grunts slip past his lips, it sounds like they come from deep within his chest.

"I'm gonna cu—mmmmf!"

"Then cum and shut the fuck up. Don't need to announce it to the whole office, do you? Or does thought that make you wanna cum even more?"

His words bring you over the edge. He gulps at the sight, because truly it's so beautiful to see your body freak out while orgasming.

"Fuck... oh you're such a good secretary for daddy; I think you deserve a raise." he groans, pressing a heated kiss to your lips.

Your face is so purely erotic. He's entranced by the way your pussy contracts and squeezes tightly, nearly clamping down on his dick.

"That's it... fuck! Ahhh, milk daddy's dick. Milk me with that slutty hole. Take my creampie."

Just as he cums, you cum too, rubbing sluttily on your clit; it totally breaks him to feel your sweet pussy convulsing around his slick shaft. You feel him pumping cum deep into your hole, his cockhead throbbing scaldingly hot as he snuggles it against a sweet spot.

"Ooh... good girl... good fuckin' g-girl..." he slides out, admiring the sheen on your pussy and the cum streaking his cock.

He soothes your shaking body with his big hands, placing a tender kiss on you.

"You're so cute when you're a horny slut." he gives a light smack to your thigh.

You giggle and let out a small noise as his cock slides out with a pop. There's a string of thick cum connecting from his cockhead to your slit, it drips slowly and melts against your hole.

Nanami's frown is so funny, but he's serious about not wasting his baby batter. He fingers it into you slowly.

"Tighten up. Don't wanna see another drop spill out." he commands. "You did say you wanted daddy's babies this morning, didn't you?"

You nod. "Yeah~"

"Good girl. Now get back to work."

Nanami helps you clean up and compose yourself before shoving you out of his office with a playfulness.

He's trying to focus on his papers, but ohm.. your juices soaked them. And now he's thinking about how you're sitting at your secretary desk with his creampie oozing out of your loosened hole.

"Fuck..." he mutters under his breath.

He texts you a short message;

📨 1 NEW FROM : KENTO NANAMI

Check your balance. Use it to buy a pretty outfit. I'm pampering you tonight, so rest up. ❤️ — Daddy

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zwhoreo · 8 months

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mommy kink luffy? 👀

ok so I don’t think luffy would ever actually use the word mommy but I think the rest of the kink can apply hehehe

nurture me - luffy x f!reader

smut

summary: missing the comfort of a nurturing female figure as a child, luffy sometimes turns to you to get that feeling back. and sometimes, he wants sex

contains: mommy kink (the word mommy is never mentioned), very innocent luffy, he’s pretty sub in this one, soft dom reader

words: 2k

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Luffy is upset today, he’s not sure why, he’s feeling this rush of some sort of unplaceable loneliness even though he isn’t alone at all, surrounded by people to love and spend time with and hug. He had fallen and broken a stack of glasses in the kitchen yesterday, and he was chastised for his clumsiness, smacked by Nami, shoved out by Sanji. He had cut his arm on the glass, nothing deep, nothing a couple bandaids from Chopper’s office couldn’t fix, but it still made him a little sad and distressed for some reason. He needed comfort but pushed it away and forgot about it.

So now he’s sitting on the bow of the ship and picking at the bandaids. He wants to go bother you, he needs some comfort, a hug from you seems to be an immediate fix for times like these. And maybe something more, he thinks, like playtime, sort of.

You’re reading a book Robin gave you, curled up on your cabin’s chair, the porthole open next to you for that crisp sea breeze. You’re delighted at those little sandal steps, your door opening, large, glittery eyes looking at you excitedly.

Luffy hops on your bed, rolling on his back and kicking his legs and reaching for you, a teasing grabbing motion with his fists. Absolutely adorable.

You lean over to take his hand, he squirms and giggles at the contact and he’s smiling so brightly.

“[naaame]…” he whines, trying to pull you to him but you pull instead, still holding his stretched arm as you sit back in the chair. He pouts and stretches his other arm out to you.

“No pulling, Luffy,” you say, gently removing one arm from your waist knowing his intention to yank you into bed.

“Please… can we please cuddle… I wanna really bad…” Luffy’s squirming again, begging, you just can’t resist him.

You set down your book, walking over to your bed and sitting by him which makes him squeal in delight and open his arms for a hug. You lay back and pull him up onto you, letting him bury his head in your chest and find a comfortable position as you pet his hair.

He likes to be nurtured. It’s a childish part of him that comes out sometimes, especially when he thinks about his old village and Ace and Sabo and Shanks, when he misses getting to play and explore all day and just be a kid. But he didn’t really have anyone back then to take care of him like this. Makino was the closest, he got a taste of the affection a mother could bring, but mostly he was just raised by himself and his brothers, and bandits, and he wasn’t really ever cuddled or held when he was young. So now you’re his person, he gets to be extra close to you and he’ll never be too much.

And usually he’s more dominant, even in his innocence and softness, he’s your captain and you’re his to take care of and keep safe, he picks you up and carries you and holds you against his chest, you’re his, he likes being in control.

But that doesn’t have to be always.

Those times like now where he paws at you and lays on you all slack like a baby, you just curl up with your arms around him and murmur comforting things in his ear. There’s those deer eyes again, searching, he’s leaning in to kiss you and you catch him halfway with his cheeks squished in your hands. Arms circle your waist needily and this poor boy has squirmed his way between your legs because he wants friction, maybe.

“Lu, hun, what do you want?” you coax gently, tracing his shoulders, you know he wants you so bad but he has to try to say what he wants if he wants something, that’s what you’re teaching him.

“Um… I dunno, I guess uh…” Luffy’s mind is cloudy, he wants your body but he doesn’t know what to ask for so when your thigh comes to naturally rest between his legs he just settles for this, at least.

You laugh lightly as he begins to grind on your leg, hips rutting, rhythmic but messy, he starts making these little whimpering noises in your ear as he rubs himself on you like a puppy in heat. You let him, hugging gently and just laying there listening.

“I… mm! I wanna suck your breasts?” He seems excited to have found words, talking casually as he continues to get himself off on your thigh, aching and growing beneath his pants. You can’t refuse him.

“Sure, hun.” This is perfect because you’re a little tired. Let your boy enjoy himself and relax with him and it’ll all be ok. And you pull off your shirt, you let him see you, and he grins before squeezing you tightly and latching on, suckling gently on your nipple while looking up at you with stars in his soft brown eyes.

“S’ good…” he growls, mouth full, nuzzling and gripping against you.

You lift him into your arms after a few minutes, when he gets teeth-y with your skin, he whines at the loss of contact with his mouth but lets you pick him up and place him in your lap, squeezing his face in your hands, giving him a caring hug.

“Luffy, baby, you want more, huh? C’mon…” You place your hand on the small of his back, rubbing his skin.

“Mmf… I wanna put my dick in you,” he says, voice in the most amount of innocence he could possibly sound with those words. You weren’t expecting this, usually he’s more innocent when you two play, when he asks for something, but you won’t complain.

You smile. You pet him lovingly, gentle praise. You kiss his cheek and then his mouth and he’s still in a teething mood so you need to pull away when he bites your lip, but you press his face into your neck because you always like biting there.

“Want some help?” you coo to him, tugging at his clothes, and he nods happily against you and makes a tiny sound.

His shirt is open, easy to slide off. Glistening warm skin meets the cool sunlight of the porthole, wave reflections, he’s so beautiful when you can see his bare shoulders. You take a moment to lean in and kiss them. And then his jeans, you have to sort of pick him up again to unbutton and remove them and his cock slaps your wrist, no underwear, you ignore your aching need to touch it and continue to take care of him, settling his twitching hips and tossing his clothes to the side.

Soft and bare, dripping with sweetness and innocence, he’s draped on you, sitting in your lap, naked and waiting to be touched in a gentle way.

Your shirt’s off. Now your jeans, your panties, Luffy starts moaning and thrusting into nothing at your scent and the feeling of your skin but you have to calm him.

“No, baby, let’s be patient ok?” You poke his cheek and he whines but just curls into you a little more, trying to wait like you’ve taught him.

You switch the positions of your legs, you’re on his lap, propped up on the bed, sort of straddling him, he’s sitting in front of you with his cock rubbing through your wetness, eyes hooded in pleasure, he’s waiting for your command because he’s yours to comfort and hold and protect right now.

“[naaame]…” he whines in such a little voice, staring up through his hair, begging.

“Move like this…” you murmur, lining up his hips so he can rub against you for a while, and get you wet. He does so in a careful way, biting his lip as he tries not to plunge within you just yet. You’re still so tired, you want lazy, careful sex. But Luffy’s the one who needs to be looked after and cared for right now. Nurture me, is what his eyes say, mind in a space so far away.

So once you’re warmed up and once Luffy’s being tortured by need and the rising and falling of his chest is pressed to you with brutal pressure, you smile and reach down to line him up yourself. He squeaks as he feels the touch of your hand down there, and the cocoon of velvet enveloping him, you can move just be gentle like I taught you, your smile says.

So he does. Instinctual thrusting fueled by pure love and appreciation, his hands reaching to grip your ass and lift you up more against him, he’s getting a little more dominant but just in an excited, playful sort of way. You hold him, you put your arms around his shoulders and breathe in his scent.

“So good, Lu, you’re doing so well…” you whisper in his ear as he works you into pulp, grabby hands, needy whines.

He likes to feel grown up but still be cared for. He doesn’t really know what he’s doing but he likes to be shown how. He likes to be cradled but to feel you so deep, his infinitely loving girlfriend who knows his needs, who would give him the world.

It comes eventually, that confusing knot in his stomach, now is the time he wants to be held the most. You squeeze him so tight and let him squirm in your arms as you carry him in coaxing gentleness through his powerful climax. He drips within you, you’ve claimed him with the comforting warmth of your body.

You make sure to pull him out and wipe him off and even in his hazy, submissive state he still makes sure to rub your hips and thighs and make sure you’re ok and nothing hurt you. “Was that good? Did I do good?” he murmurs as he squirms onto his back in your arms like a cat looking for affection.

“So good.”

Luffy’s restless now, he needs to occupy his mouth which he often does before sleep for self-soothing, and he’s going to nurse right now, curled up in your arms. So he reaches for your breasts again but that’s when you see his arm.

“Hey Lu, what’s that? Did you hurt yourself?” You lift his forearm for examination and he blushes in slight shame. Because you then say, “when did this happen? You shoulda told me!”

“Um, yesterday. I dunno… I fell and broke some glasses and I thought you’d get mad, it’s just a scratch, I’m fine.” He avoids your eyes.

“I’d never be mad at you for something like that, it’s ok, accidents happen.” You run your hand through his hair. “These bandaids aren’t fresh, we gotta get you new ones, hun…”

“N- no! Don’t leave… I don’t wanna let go!” Because he’s attached to you in a tight embrace and can’t picture a world without your arms right now.

“It’ll just be a minute-”

“Carry meee! Please, please, please-” He’s scrambling up your body as you begin to sit up so you let him. You stand up shakily because Luffy is glued to your back, arms around your shoulders and face buried in your neck.

You get bandaids from your cabinet, you have to pry Luffy off of you and let him curl up in your lap again so you can gently change clean and re-bandage his scraped arm. This protective kindness lulls Luffy, it makes him sleepy and happy and like he needs to take a long nap with you which, from the beginning, is what you were excited for. Pulling a curtain over the porthole you’re back to laying on your bed, letting Luffy drift off with his mouth on your breast, calming and grounding for both of you. His hands find yours in his dreamy state, holding on, wanting you to know how much he loves you, in a quiet and innocent way.

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donutz · 3 months

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Yandere Catnap x female reader

Request from Wattpad—! Here you go Justlila79☆

A/N|| I barely ever mention that you are a woman in this fanfic, but there is a mention of chests, not sexually, but it does talk about it

—☆You are a human in this

Catnap’s been.. Gone. But still here.

He’s been distant but he’s still there.

You find it terrifying that you always feel like you’re being watched even at home.

You can’t even change without closing the blinds!

You were at home after a long day of working at the daycare, wanting to just lay down. You again, feel like you’re being watched. Let’s just hope nothing happens while you’re sleeping.

You didn’t want to shower, but you want to be clean for the next day and do not appreciate morning showers.

So, you decided to go through the process of showering. Doing your usual routine. Thankfully, you didn’t feel like you were being watched at the moment. Whoever’s watching you is well-mannered.

For some reason, you smiled at that. At least someone knows when to look and not to. Your shower took about 20-30(or more) minutes. The warm water(unless you shower in cold water) doesn’t want to let you go.

Now you get it, when cats lay in the warm sun rays.

But sadly, there’s something called a water bill and getting weirdly wrinkly from water, so you had to get out.

You were soon dressed for bed(if you do, some people don’t sleep with clothes on). Then went to sleep, feelings watched once again(unless you sleep naked, or half naked like a bra and underwear or something).

Catnap has manners y’all.

Soon, it’s the next day. Nothing’s watching you. Not at the moment. You don’t feel those occasional goosebumps run across your skin.

But then you do.

Only because it’s cold. Like I said, nothing’s watching you.

At the moment.

You’re dressed for the day to work at Playtime co. And prepare to deal with screaming, wide smiles, pushes, hugs, what’d you expect at a literal daycare.

You’ll feel ‘that’ again once you get to the workplace. So just be happy you don’t right now.

You arrive at Playtime co, signed in with your id, and went to your ‘station’ you called it.

“Hey coworker!” You have no idea why Dogday didn’t call you by your name.

It’s fine, you’re used to it.

“Hey Dogday..” He was really worried about your well being, but sadly had to deal with kids. No worries! He’ll make time for you! Hopefully.

You were walking to your office, and you’re being watched. For sure.

You’ve caught Catnap creepily looking at you a few times.

“Catnap? Are you there?” Dumb thing to say, but y’know, just gotta make sure Catnap(isn’t) is there!!

The lights were on so you weren’t as scared.

You could see his beady white irises in the dark.

“Jesus there you are!” You ran up to him and gave him the biggest hug.

“I’ve missed just seeing you right in front of me!”

Silence.

“Also are you the one who’s been watching me”?

“...”

“Keep you… away… from others…”

“I can’t Catnap, here—” You picked him up, went to your chair, and settled him on your lap.

You scooted your chair in and started working.

“Did you want my attention? Here, I mean it’s not necessarily my full attention, but you can cuddle up to me or something.”

Catnap was— surprised. He didn’t really expect you to do that, he thought you’d go away and he’d end up having to use his gas.

He can. Right now.

But. He wants to be with you just a little longer.

He can use his gas later.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Thank the lords Catnap was asleep. You didn’t get goosebumps anymore.

You looked down on your lap, but your chest was in the way(unless it wasn’t, not everybody has a big chest) so you move your head to the side(unless you didn’t) and get a view of a sleeping kitty.

You heard a low sound of soft buzzing, and leaned your head in towards Catnap. Is he.. PURRING?!

For some reason you had a video tape recorder, just in case something happens at Playtime co, or when you’re driving home or walking to your car. Soooo, of course! You recorded his purring, for memories.. Also this is the first time Catnap has purred, around you.

You feel as if he knows that you’re recording his purrs. But he’s still letting you. Even if he’s been away, for a while.

Anyways now you’re in a basement.

Away from everyone. Away from the critters, the kids, the workers.

You don’t know why you’re here.

Though. It wasn’t that bad. I mean you can get really bored and lonely down here but Catnap visits you almost every day. You ask him why you’re here but he doesn’t say anything.

Surprisingly you actually get food! From Catnap. Good food. I guess, He knows where you live so he gets food from your house, or from playcare. He wants you alive, he could starve you, but you’re human.

And apparently, humans need food. Yeah sure he gives you water. Sometimes orange juice. You need your vitamin C!

But one day, he took off your cuffs. You were confused, you wanted to go out but decided to stay down here. Where you’re ‘safe’.

The next thing you knew you heard screaming. No, not a child’s screams of joy. It was horrific. Terrifying. You heard screams of kids, teens, adults, you heard so many screams.

You could hear the voice cracks in their pleas and yells. The cut offs of their loud, terrified screams. The splatter of blood. You could hear it all.

Yet you wish you didn’t.

And after… An hour? Catnap came back, but he wasn’t the smaller one that you usually saw. No.

He was taller, on all fours, more skinny and he was heavily breathing.

You could see blood on his fur. In his fur. On his face. And he was just staring at you.

Like a little kid, you walked up to him and hugged his leg. Maybe you went so insane that you didn’t care about the fact Catnap caused those screams.

He picked you up by the collar of your shirt at the back of your neck, and walked out.

Hundreds of dead bodies. On the floor.

He showed you the dead bodies.

Like he was proud.

Though, you didn’t care.

You tried scrambling out of Catnap’s grasp, and somehow did.

“Catnap, can I ride on your back?” You asked.

He lowered his body for you to do just as you said.

You wondered how the critters were doing.

—☆Catnap's so spooky ^_^

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sinnersweets · 2 months

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DogDay x Reader part 12

<-----part 11, part 13----->

A/N: Woo new part!!

The last three months have been busy for me. First with Christmas and New Years, then applying to Playtime to adopt, which got approved thankfully. So then I needed to attend an agency sponsored orientation session and once that finished, I needed to get ready for the home interview.

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It was the weekend and DogDay said I could take a few days off to get everything ready for the social worker. I had moved out of my apartment and bought a house. New year new home you know? I asked Sarah if she could help me unpack and she said yes. I was currently unboxing some stuff when my phone started ringing.

“Unknown number?” Is what I saw on my phone. I answered the phone and said, “Hello?” “Hi Angel!” DogDay?! Where the hell did he get a phone from? “DogDay?” “The one and only Angel.” I smiled and said, “This is a surprise, when did you get a phone?” DogDay laughed on the phone. “Oh no I don’t have one, but you just got one in your office!” “Oh? I didn’t know I was getting a phone.” I went over to the living room and sat down on the one chair I brought with me.

“Mhm which now means we can talk when you’re not here Angel! Isn’t that great?” “It is!” “So what is my lovely Angel up to now?” I playfully rolled my eyes and said, “I’m just unpacking some stuff that I brought over. I’m waiting for the moving company to bring over the rest of the stuff and the new stuff that I bought. Sarah is gonna come over and help later.” “I still can’t believe you’re gonna adopt Damian Angel.” “Haha what do you mean? You’re the one who told me to remember?” It sounded like DogDay was moving around my office. “I remember Angel. Hey! You didn’t tell me you had my letter laminated.”

I thought for a moment before remembering what letter it was. “Oh yeah, haha. I really loved it.” I looked over to my wall and the only picture I had hanging now was the one DogDay gave me for Valentine's Day. The original one was also laminated but it was here with me. The one in my office was a copy I made. “You should sing me my letter some time.” “Oh yeah? Well Angel, my voice isn’t as good as yours, but I’ll do my best. I’ll sing it to you when you come back.”

The sound of the doorbell spooked me a little. I got up from the chair and looked the peep whole and saw that it was the movers. “I’ll hold you too that love. Hey the movers are here so I’ll call you back later.” “Poo. Alright Angel, I love you~” “I love you too~ mwah! Bye bye.” “Bye bye.” I unlocked the door and put my phone in my pocket. “Hi, sorry I was on the phone.” “Not a problem at all ma’am. If you can tell me which rooms are which so that we can put the boxes in the right room for you.” I nodded and stepped out of the way to let- I looked at his nametag quickly before he walked past me- Adam. That was his name. I moved so that Adam could come in.

He looked around and I led him to the first room but my picture on the wall caught his attention. “Oh hey, what was his name again? Day-Day? No um DoggyDay? Oh! DogDay! My kids love him. He your husband?” I think my neck popped with how fast I turned to look at him. “Huh?! N-no he’s just my boyfriend.” Adam nodded and said, “Oh, apologize. I thought he was since people these days can now marry almost anything now.” I had forgotten about that law. It just started this year that anyone can marry anything, be it robots, or other characters from different stuff. I don’t think me and DogDay could get married though. He’s owned by Playtime. Just then an idea popped in my head.

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Once I showed Adam around, he and his team brought in everything and placed them in the rooms that they were meant to go in. Not long after Sarah came by and helped unboxing some stuff. After a few hours we decided to go have lunch. It was a nice day outside, so we had lunch outside the restaurant.

“Thank you again for helping me Sarah.” I said before sipping on my tea. “No prob. Not like I had anything else to do.” I couldn’t tell if she was serious or not. “You seem a little down, what’s wrong?” Sarah just chewed on her salad for a good two minutes before swallowing and said, “It’s my kid. She like has asthma and her inhaler ran out yesterday but like I can’t get her a new one because my stupid insurance doesn’t want to like cover for it and just for one inhaler is like $600!”

I was shocked. I had no idea that Sarah had a kid. “How old is she if you don’t mind me asking.” Another long pause from Sarah. She put her head down while saying, “She’s four years old, almost five.” Damn. I felt bad for Sarah. I was going to say something to her, but she spoke out first. “And don’t like ask me if my parents will like help me because they won’t. They cut ties with me once they like found out that their little fifteen-year-old was pregnant.” I saw tears stroll down her cheek. I handed her a napkin and she took it and wiped her eyes.

We didn’t say anything else after. Once we finished, I told her I needed to run into the gas station quickly to get something and she said she’d wait outside for me. In a few minutes I came back out and handed her an envelope. “Here.” Sarah stared at it before taking it and opening it up. Her eyes widened and before she said anything I put a hand up and said, “Take it. There’s a little extra in there in case you need anything else.” She had tears in her eyes and without a warning she hugged me. “Thank you, Y/N. You really are an angel.”

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It was now naptime at Playcare which meant there would be no interruptions between me and DogDay. We were both laying down on his bed. My back was to his chest and his arms were wrapped around my waist. “Ready for your song Angel?” “Mhm.” DogDay pulled me in closer to his chest. “It’s just like heaven; being here with you. You’re like an Angel; too good to be true. But after all, I love you, I do. Angel baby. My Angel baby~ When you are near me; my heart skips a beat. I can hardly stand on my own two feet. Because I love you, I love you, I do. Angel baby. My Angel baby~ Wooo who, I love you. Whoo, I do. No one could love you. Like, I do.”

As he sang out the rest of the letter, I closed my eyes and pictured what life would look like if DogDay and I were together outside of here. I then felt DogDay take off my headband and place a kiss on top of my head. “Did you enjoy my singing Angel?” I wiggled around and turned towards DogDay. “I loved it. You have quite the singing voice.” I leaned in and kissed him, and he returned the kiss back, pulling me closer to him.

My phone started ringing killing the moment. I pulled away and looked at my phone and immediately groaned. “Let me guess, it’s your mom, right?” “Yep.” DogDay sighed and said, “She always ruins everything.” I laughed at how he said that. I answered the phone. “Hey m-” “Young lady how dare you not tell me that I’d get a call from a social worker asking me questions about you!” DogDay held back a laugh as I made a face. “Mom, I told you that- ah!” I was caught off guard as DogDay moved me onto his torso. My face felt a little flushed as I was now on top of him sitting up. DogDay had this look in his eyes, like he was about to do something. “Hello? Y/N?” “Sorry mom I uh, tripped.” My mom sighed and said, “This is why you’re always hurting yourself, you’re so clumsy. How are you going to raise a child?” Rude. “Listen mom if they didn’t think I could raise Damian then they wouldn’t have made me go through everything that I’ve done already. I have to home inspection coming up and-”

I stopped talking as DogDay grabbed onto my waist and with his fingers he raised up my shirt a little bit. My heart started beating faster, and I knew by now I was blushing. DogDay had a grin on his face. “As I was saying mom, I um have the home um thing soon and I know that umm..wait nonono hahaha!” DogDay started tickling me. “Hahaha wait no waiit hahahah” “Y/N? What on earth is wrong with you?” “Hahaha stop please! Mom I- haha have to call you b-back haha!” As I hanged up the phone DogDay said, “You’re not escaping me Angel~”

Five minutes he tickled me. Only five minutes and it felt like an eternity. DogDay moved his paws away and leaned up against the wall. I laid against his chest, trying to catch my breath from all the laughing I did. “My my Angel. I’d thought I’d have you breathing like that from another activity~.” He winked at me and I almost choked on my spit. “Wha huh??!!” “Just kidding.”

A/N: Be honest, you thought something else was going to happen >:p

#sinnersweets #poppy playtime #x reader #dogday #dogday x reader #poppy playtime chapter 3 #go on and admit it!#haha

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ginnsbaker · 6 months

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In Silent Screams (1/3)

Chapter word count: 10.3k+ Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Vision Tags: Mentions of Smut (F/M), Cheating, Angst, Gaslighting

Notes: This will follow the events of IFISS (not strictly) but in Wanda's POV. Check the tags, you've been warned. This is not rated M, but feel free to skip parts you feel uncomfortable with.

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Part I

It’s all happening very fast and she’s hardly keeping pace.

You and Wanda have cleared the apartment you've shared for over five years. The boxes are loaded onto the moving truck, while more personal items are safely packed away in the trunk and rear seats. You're in the building's administrative office, addressing the bills and finalizing other necessities before the move, while Wanda waits for you, sitting on the floor in the middle of what used to be the living room.

Sparky darts around the room, the vastness of the deserted space giving him room to play. Every so often, he looks up at Wanda, his tail wagging, perhaps sensing the change that's about to come. Wanda's gaze follows the little dog, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, grateful for his company.

Every corner of this apartment held a memory—from the faded mark on the kitchen wall where Wanda accidentally spilled red wine, to the tiny dent on the living room floor, after Sparky ran into it during a rough playtime with you. Packing up wasn’t just about boxing items; it felt like carefully wrapping up fragments of time, every piece a memory filed away, never to be recovered ever again.

Though the accumulation of belongings over the years had made the space feel a tad cramped, and a move to a larger place seemed the logical next step, Wanda was deeply nostalgic about leaving behind this chapter. It marked the end of an era for you both—the days of being a young, hopeful couple in love. But at the same time, Wanda also held onto the hope that maybe starting anew somewhere would be good, especially since the past few months have been rocky, with her failed attempts to get pregnant and her stagnant career. Maybe a fresh environment would ease some of that pain, she thought.

The trail leading up to this new chapter, however, is characterized by your increasing hours at the office, overshadowing the time spent at the apartment. Yet, it's this very commitment that led to your promotion just two weeks ago, sparking the unexpected decision to move to an unfamiliar town in New Jersey.

As the reality of the situation sinks in, Wanda feels as if life is moving at an almost dizzying pace. Everything is changing so quickly: your recent promotion, the emotional roller-coaster of trying for a baby, and now the looming move. It’s been more than a lot to take in.

Your footsteps, a soft thud against the wooden floor, break the quiet, drawing Wanda from her deep thoughts.

“Ready to go?”

She turns towards you, her eyes slightly misty, and whispers, “Just one more minute.”

Understanding her need to linger, you cross the room and lower yourself beside her. “Are you okay?” you ask.

Nodding, she takes a deep breath, as if trying to inhale every memory, every scent of the place she's called home for so long. “Yeah. I just need a moment to say goodbye.”

Gently, you squeeze her shoulder, drawing her gaze to meet yours. “You know, it's not really goodbye,” you murmur, trying to reassure her. “Scott promised it’s temporary, so there's a good chance we could be back here in Manhattan.”

Wanda turns to face you, her eyes searching yours for any hint that you're merely telling her what she wants to hear. You consistently strive to make her happy, aiming to shield her from distress. It's a trait she adores about you, though it can slightly irritate her at times. But right now—

“You really think we might come back?” she asks.

You nod firmly. “Absolutely. Manhattan is where we built so many of our memories, and it will always be a part of us. Westview is just a chapter, not the whole story.”

—right now she appreciates your ability to ground her with your words.

She laughs a bit, dabbing at her eyes. “God, I've fallen so hard for this place.”

“Me too,” you say, giving in to the urge to kiss her forehead. After all these years, and despite being married for a while, you still constantly seek reasons to be near her, to touch her. “But wherever we’ll go, we’ll make it our own.”

Wanda decides to christen the first day in your new home by making love on the living room floor, and you're as eager to indulge her. It's short and sweet, straightforward in its intensity. You’re both already attuned to each other's bodies, and she knows precisely where to touch, how to curl her fingers to draw out those soft, sultry moans she always finds so enticing.

The shadows created by the fire dance across the walls, mirroring the boxes scattered all around, each labeled and awaiting their turn to be unpacked and settled into this new space. Wanda absentmindedly rakes her fingers through your hair, your head cushioned on her warm, pillowy chest as you sleepily hum a song. Every scratch sends tingles down your spine, adding to the lethargy pulling at your eyelids.

“'Fade Into You' by Mazzy Star,” Wanda says softly, recognizing the tune.

You give a soft, drowsy chuckle. “You always know. Remember that tiny café near your dorm? They played it on a loop. It was drizzling outside, and we had that ridiculously oversized shared umbrella.”

Wanda smiles at the memory. “How could I forget? We sat there for hours, sipping on our lattes and listening to that song. And we weren’t even together then.”

Drawing a deep breath, you let out a contented sigh, murmuring, “Yeah, but I was already so deeply in love with you then.”

Wanda scrunches her nose and smirks, teasingly retorting, “That's really cheesy.”

You grin, nuzzling further into her, feeling her heart's rhythmic beat beneath your ear. “Doesn't make it any less true,” you whisper.

Wanda would later reflect on this memory, wishing she had held onto it more tightly, especially since it marked the true beginning of something withering inside of her.

Westview isn't quite the place Wanda envisioned. Instead of offering an escape from the unresolved threads of both your lives, it feels more like trading one cage for another. The town pulses with its own set of peculiarities, a rhythm and routine foreign to her. She's ambivalent about it. Sees it only as a brief interlude, a temporary concession she's making to support your career endeavors.

The demands of your job appear to be greater than either of you anticipated. As she's finishing up the first dish she's prepared for the evening, you call her midday to say you won't be home for dinner.

It's not the first or even the third instance. She refrains from keeping tally because she doesn't want to be that kind of wife. However, she's certain it's happened more than just a few times. Wanda tries to hide the disappointment from her voice, assuring you it's fine and that she understands. But as she hangs up the phone, a sensation that's become all too familiar washes over her.

She finds herself drifting towards the window, gazing out at the street below, lost in thought. She's never been one to demand all of your time, but this—it's the first time she's felt so small and insignificant. Aside from that first day when you both made love on every possible surface, there hasn't been a moment recently where you've shown interest in being that adventurous again. You both promised never to become that type of couple. Yet now, she's tormented by the thought: maybe you no longer find her as attractive as you used to, or perhaps you've come to realize some latent disappointment in her.

But everytime you come back in the quiet of the night, pulling her close, kissing her neck, and nestling into her hair, you dispel all her doubts. Wanda's only learning now how exhausting and powerless it could feel to need someone this much.

One particular night, mirroring the many late evenings before, you arrive home to find Wanda watching television in the living room. Both of you are thrilled to see each other awake, rather than just you returning to a warm, sleeping body next to your (cold) side of the bed.

Wanda's hair is slightly tousled, eyes glazed from the weariness of the day, but they light up when they meet yours. The corners of her lips curl into a small, sluggish smile. “You're home,” she murmurs, her voice tinged with a mixture of relief and longing.

You shed your coat, moving towards the couch and sitting down beside her. “I missed you,” you admit, running a gentle hand through her hair.

She leans into your touch, her body molding against yours. “I've been trying to stay awake lately, just hoping I might get to see you before drifting off,” Wanda says. “Tell me about your day.”

You take a deep breath, trying to process the day's events. “Same old, same old,” you say, putting your head on her shoulder. “Tight deadlines. And you won't believe this, but Janet, my secretary, she's going on maternal leave sooner than expected. So the office... well, they decided to throw something together last minute.”

She sits up a bit. “So you weren't held up because of work, but because of a party?”

“Uh, yeah. I think I mentioned it in my text?”

“I didn't get any message about…” Wanda trails off, taking a moment to steady herself. You’ve barely seen each other in the past week. The last thing she wants is to lash out on you.

But instead of noticing her distress and apologizing, or recognizing how your consecutive absences have affected her, you're fixated on pulling out your phone, scrolling through your messages, to… what? To prove to her that you mentioned it in your text?

“I sent you a text. I swear, I mentioned it,” you mumble. After a few more seconds, you let out a sigh of exasperation, showing her the screen where the message lays unsent. “The message failed to send... I thought you knew.”

Wanda looks at the screen and then back at you, her gaze softening slightly. “It happens,” she says with a soft smile.

“I'm sorry, Wanda,” you admit, placing the phone down. “Yes, it was a gathering, and I should've double-checked or called.”

She shakes her head, her fingers brushing against your cheek, just happy to be touching you. “I’m not mad. I just miss you, that's all.”

You take her hand in yours, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles. “I miss you too. So bad.”

Wanda shifts slightly, trying to get more comfortable in the embrace. “Did you have fun, at least?” she asks.

“Yeah,” you reply with an enthusiastic nod. “It was great catching up with everyone, especially Janet. Did you know she only got married a year ago? And they're already expecting. It's amazing how quickly things happen for some people.”

Wanda's expression, which had been soft and open, changes almost imperceptibly. The brightness in her eyes dims a little, and there's a slight tensing of her lips, a subtle sign of the pain you unknowingly inflicted. You love her, yet at times you unintentionally wound her deeply without even realizing it. Wanda doesn't know how that can be, but in this moment, it feels truer than ever.

“She's really excited,” you continue, oblivious to the change in your wife’s demeanor. “They weren't even really trying. It just... happened. I'm happy for her, genuinely.”

Wanda nods, swallowing hard. “That's... that's great for them,” she says, forcing a smile. She withdraws from your hold, rising from the couch. “I’m gonna go to bed.”

This time, you notice the hardened look in her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“It's nothing,” she replies with a faint, unconvincing smile. “Just tired.”

“Wanda—”

“Good night.”

You hold back, not pushing her for answers. She stops briefly at the base of the stairs, shoulders drooping. Then, with a heavy sigh, she slowly makes her way up, each step looking like it takes more effort than the last.

The computer screen shines a relentless blue glow onto her face.

As the weeks pass, she sees fewer and fewer unread emails, fewer blinking notifications. The heart of the art world has always thrummed with in-person interactions, art deals solidified by firm handshakes, cocktail parties filled with patrons looking to be swayed by a charismatic gallery curator, and the intimate closeness that comes from viewing a painting together and discussing its merits. Video calls, as efficient as they are, don't capture the nuance of human emotion and instinct in the same way.

Sometimes she dreams of being back in the thick of it all, surrounded by masterpieces and dizzying energy. Westview, however, is quaint, almost eerily so. It has its charms, its local coffee shops and small art scenes, but it's a far cry from the scenes of the big city.

She feels her importance at the gallery dwindling. She can't fault them; many of the responsibilities demand her physical presence. Currently, she can only manage to send crucial emails and direct calls and messages from essential patrons, sponsors, and others integral to the gallery's ecosystem. Her power of persuasion doesn't translate as effectively one email at a time.

Wanda has always enjoyed playing to her strengths, particularly when meeting artists in person, where she can swiftly adapt her tactics based on the reactions of her audience, all while maintaining her self-assured demeanor, knowing that she carries a natural charm. However, being stuck in this town has taken that from her.

Feeling the stirrings of frustration rise in her gut, Wanda steps away from the table and retrieves her cellphone. She stares at it like it’s her salvation, contemplating whether to make the call. She needs someone to talk to, someone who knows her, someone who won't judge.

She dials Agatha's number.

The phone rings a few times before a familiar voice, which once irked her but now only deepens her homesickness, answers.

“Wanda, dear! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Wanda tries to muster her energy to match Agatha's, but a hint of her distress manages to seep through. “Hi, I'm—I'm doing well. How about you?”

“Great,” Agatha replies cheerfully, but then her voice drops, “What's troubling you?”

“Nothing,” Wanda tells her quickly. A soft “hm” emanates from Agatha's end, followed by a silence that feels hefty, but not oppressive. It's the kind of silence that invites confession, though with a gossip-driven curiosity.

“It's this place,” Wanda starts, “It's not what I expected. I thought being here would give me space to breathe, a fresh start, but instead, I feel... trapped. Isn't it ironic? I have all this open space around me, but I feel more confined than ever.”

Agatha sighs, a knowing lilt in her voice. “Look, we've been in this rat race long enough. New city, new job, new whatever—it's all the same cycle, just different packaging. Maybe this detachment you're feeling? It's a cue. A chance to rethink... everything.”

Wanda arches an eyebrow, though Agatha can't see it. “What are you saying?” Sparky trots towards her, mewling. Wanda briefly flashes him a smile before scratching him behind his ears.

Agatha's voice grows sharper, more incisive. “I’m saying that maybe you haven’t really given your new town a chance because you’re holding on tightly on a rope to the past. I'm saying maybe the gallery, as much as it's been your lifeline, is now your anchor. Dragging you down. Ever thought of cutting the cord?”

Wanda's heart races. “You mean quit? Just like that?”

A snort from Agatha. “Why not? What's it giving you right now? A title? Perks? Or just a nostalgia trip and a daily reminder of what used to be?”

Wanda is silent, grappling with the blunt reality Agatha’s laying out. The realization that maybe she's clinging to a past that doesn't fit her present is daunting.

“Look, Wanda,” Agatha continues, softer now, “it's just business. The gallery won't sink without you, and maybe you'll find a version of yourself you didn't know existed without it. Westview’s a new board. Play it.”

The house is enormous for two people and a small dog. The vastness of the space should thrill her, yet it amplifies her loneliness. Your early departures and late returns leave her lingering in the expanse, waiting for life to unfold. The sparkling countertops, the polished floors—she's cleaned them over twice this week, a feeble attempt to occupy her time, to feel some semblance of accomplishment.

But what's the point when, at the end of it all, it feels like nothing?

Wanda's eyes flutter open as she hears the familiar, albeit late, sound of the front door clicking shut. Recently, her sleep has been light, so even your softest footfalls register in her consciousness. She remains still, her back turned to the bedroom door, her breathing deliberate and even. The sounds of shuffling reach her ears: the rustle of clothes, a muted sigh, the faint creak of a floorboard.

The bed shifts, dips, as you ease yourself beside her. The silence stretches, becoming palpable, thick. And then, a whisper, soft and low, bathed in regret. “Wanda?”

She doesn’t respond, biting back the words she wants to unleash, the lack of purpose and direction she feels these days. The longing in her eyes, if you could see it, would tear right through you.

It's been five nights in a row. Five nights of cool sheets and colder silences.

Moments later, she feels you trace your fingers over the bare curve of her arm. “I'm sorry,” you whisper, every word dripping with the weariness of corporate warfare and personal neglect. “Missed you. Like you wouldn't believe.”

You press a tender kiss to her hair and Wanda holds her breath. “I promise, I'll make it right,” you say, your voice a mere breath against her ear. “We'll find our way back. I just... I need a bit more time.” Nestled against her, the familiar contours of her body will always be your home, and soon the demands of the past days pull you into a deep slumber.

Yet, for Wanda, sleep remains out of reach. Despite your assurances, a gnawing uncertainty has taken root in her heart. She craves your company, but she also harbors a growing resentment that she’s been trying to deny ever since she set foot in this forsaken town.

Not for the first time this year, Wanda wonders if you can really love someone deeply and yet blame them for the things in your life that make you unhappy.

The rain pelts down on Westview’s streets, the usually quiet lanes now slick with water and glistening under the sporadic streetlights. Wanda’s pace quickens, her umbrella slipping from her loose grip when an unforeseen splash from a passing car leaves her utterly soaked.

“Hey!” she shouts out, more from shock than anger. But the car drives on, indifferent to the trail of mess it's left behind. She's in the process of assessing the damage—wet strands of hair plastering to her face and her shirt now ruined – when he appears. A young man with strikingly bleached hair, seeming unaffected by the god-awful weather.

“You look like you're having a day,” he remarks, his voice carrying an amused lilt. With a confident stride, he approaches her. He’s tall—almost a foot taller than her. “Here, this might help,” he says, already moving to the trunk of his parked car nearby.

She watches him, curious and a tad skeptical. It's not every day a stranger offers assistance, especially in pouring rain. But this one is already producing a neatly folded tee from the trunk. “I hit the gym quite a bit. Always have a spare,” he explains, flashing a grin.

Wanda hesitates, her gaze shifting from the shirt to him and back. Up close, he appears younger than she initially perceived. “Thanks,” she murmurs, accepting the shirt. There's an odd sincerity in his eyes that makes her trust him, if only for this fleeting moment.

“How about a drink? To warm you up. And perhaps, as a small token of thanks for letting me play the good samaritan today,” he says. She arches an eyebrow, surprised by his boldness. Most people would've stopped at the shirt. Had this conversation taken place in Manhattan, Wanda would have already left with a sharp remark about his bold attempt to engage her in conversation. But here and now, she can't quite pinpoint why she hasn't brushed him off as she usually would have by this point.

Despite her initial reluctance, she finds herself smiling. You're the only person she's spoken to since arriving in Westview. She's so starved for a bit of normalcy that maybe a chat with a stranger might do the trick. After all, he's just a kid. She could regard him as a nephew or something similar.

“Alright,” she concedes, “just one drink.”

Within the first minute, Wanda learns his name: Victor Shade. However, he prefers the nickname ‘Vision’, which Wanda finds a tad whimsical. They find a cozy booth in a tucked-away corner, shielding them from potential prying eyes passing by the restaurant. While Wanda didn't plan to keep their meeting a secret, Vision naturally guided her to the more discreet spot.

“So, Wanda,” Vision begins, taking a sip of his drink, “What brought you to town? It doesn't seem like the most obvious choice for someone like you.”

Wanda looks at him, intrigued. “Someone like me? What does that mean?”

He chuckles, “Well, from our short interaction, you seem like someone who's seen bigger cities, more happening places. Westview is... charming, but quiet.”

“Same could be said about you. You don't exactly scream 'small town boy' either,” Wanda says.

Vision's eyebrows rise playfully, feigning offense. “Oh? And why is that?”

“Your confidence,” she retorts with a smirk. “It's loud, almost deafening. It echoes big city vibes.”

He laughs, nodding in concession. “Touche.”

As their conversation progresses, Wanda begins to see him less as a kid and more as a well-read, intriguing individual, particularly when Vision reveals he's an art major, his eyes lighting up as he talks about his passion for Renaissance art and postmodernism.“I graduated with a degree in art,” she shares, her own memories of university flooding back. She recounts stories of late-night classes and the exhilaration of her first gallery show. They bond over favorite artists and art movements, finding shared preferences and amusing disagreements. It's a pleasant surprise for Wanda to discover that, out of all the people in Westview, the first one she genuinely converses with is someone with whom she shares so much in common.

Yet, as she's engaging with Vision, a tiny voice at the back of her mind keeps drawing comparisons between him and you. The way you and Wanda communicate is so fundamentally different. You lean heavily on the left, analytical and logical in your thinking. Your conversations with Wanda often revolve around structured debates, dissecting topics with precision and care, always seeking the root cause or solution. Wanda, on the other hand, leans more to the right, driven by creativity and emotion. She loves diving into abstract concepts, weaving narratives and ideas with passion.

You and Wanda did find common interests and topics that you both enjoy. Over the years, you've had countless meaningful moments where you both found yourselves talking for hours on end. But the rapport she's building with Vision is something she hasn't felt in a long while, or perhaps ever, even with you. It's not necessarily better or worse; it's just different, and it takes her by surprise.

At one point, Vision’s gaze falls upon the glint of Wanda's wedding ring, reflecting the ambient light of the restaurant. “You're married,” he observes, not as a question but a statement.

Wanda hesitates for a moment, then nods. “Yes, I am.”

Vision looks at her, searching for something in her eyes. “Does he know you're out with a stranger?”

“She,” Wanda corrects instinctively, her cheeks warming as she notices his eyes sparkle with heightened interest, then she adds, “She probably wouldn't mind. We trust each other. Besides, it's just a drink with a friend, right?”

He smiles, raising his glass. “To friendship.”

For the first time, she arrives home later than you that night. Wanda finds you in the living room, curled up on the couch, a remote in hand, and an empty wine glass on the table beside you.

As the door clicks shut, you turn, and your eyes clouded with surprise as you meet hers. “Hey,” you murmur, the TV's remote paused mid-air, “Wasn't expecting you this late.”

Wanda shrugs, unsure of how to convey the unexpected turn her day had taken. She hangs her coat and moves towards the living room, her shoes making soft tapping noises against the wooden floor. “Ran into someone... from college,” she half-lies, the omission of Vision's identity a deliberate choice. Not out of guilt, but more a protective instinct to keep the evening's serendipitous meeting to herself.

“Oh? How was that?”

“It was... nice. Different,” Wanda replies, picking her words with care. She can sense your gaze on her, trying to piece together the puzzle, and she quickly adds, “We just grabbed a drink, caught up. You know how it is.”

You nod slowly, the lines of your face softening. “Good. You needed that. This move... it's been hard on you.” The acknowledgment feels like a balm, and Wanda gives you a small, appreciative smile. She’s about to head upstairs when your voice stops her in her tracks.

“That's a... unique shirt you've got there,” you comment. She turns around slowly to face you and sees a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth.

Wanda glances down at the shirt she's wearing, an admittedly garish tee that's far from her usual style. “Some idiot in a car decided I looked better drenched,” she explains, rolling her eyes. “This was the only option the nearby store had.”

It's her third lie of the evening, and Wanda can't explain why she keeps doing it.

“Well, I've got to say, it's a look. You're absolutely killing it,” you tease, a bit sarcastically.

Wanda snorts, the tightness in her chest loosening a little. “Oh, shut it.” She can't help but smile. “You're one to talk. Remember that hideous Christmas sweater you insisted on wearing last year?”

Ah, a challenge. You rise from your spot on the couch, taking a deliberate step towards her. “That was festive. This is... rebellious?” you guess, tracing a finger in the air around the outlines of her new shirt. “You pulling a midlife crisis on me, Mrs. Maximoff?”

She blushes, but whether from the memory of the car incident or your close proximity, it's hard to tell. “It's just a shirt,” she retorts, but her voice cracks and the light in her eyes betrays her amusement.

Your fingers itch to brush against the fabric of her shirt, to maybe pull her closer. “You know,” you murmur, voice low, “you could make even a potato sack look sexy.”

Wanda bites her lower lip, her breath catching just slightly. She revels in the banter, the space between yourselves shrinking with every heartbeat. She finds herself lost in the pull, but a gnawing unease lingers, making her wary. Just then, Sparky comes out of nowhere, sprinting and eventually running into Wanda’s leg. His tail wags a mile a minute, pleading for Wanda to shower him with affection. Grateful for the interruption, Wanda quickly shifts her attention, bending down to indulge the spirited pup. “Missed me, did you, Sparks?”

You try to mask your disappointment, but the subtle change in your expression isn't lost on her, even as she pointedly looks away.

Nights following her meeting with Vision find Wanda restless. It isn’t necessarily Vision himself that haunts her thoughts, but rather their impassioned discussion on art (and just about anything). She realizes, with a sharp pang, how deeply she misses the world that served as her refuge for years when she sought to escape her own reality.

With a renewed sense of purpose, she heads to Westview Institute of Arts and Sciences, seeking a place where her passion and expertise could be valuable.

Hours later, she gets an email inviting her for an interview with the dean. Apparently, the school has been looking for an assistant professor for the past several months now.

A week later, they offer her the position, and she talks to you about it shortly after sending them the signed letter of acceptance.

Her first day at the school is all kinds of awkward, likely more so than her first day as a student years ago. The university building looks massive for being in such a remote, out-of-the-way town. All around, there's a crowd of young students bustling about, their laughter and conversations filling the crisp, morning air.

Among them, Wanda stands, momentarily frozen—an outsider looking in. She wears a chic black ensemble: slacks, a blazer, and a turtleneck, hoping to conceal the anxiety that's making it difficult for her to keep her breakfast down. However, as she's introduced to a few of the other professors, her resolve wavers. They're in more casual attire, and she can't help but feel a tad overdressed, sticking out like a meticulously painted stroke on an empty canvas.

She doesn't get to meet her students immediately. Instead, her day is consumed by orientation processes, faculty meetings, and an extensive tour of the sprawling campus. Every time she turns a corner or meets someone new, a mix of excitement and jitters rushes through her. The enormity of the responsibility she's shouldering, coupled with the fact that she's never taught anyone before (not even tutored)—it's both intimidating and thrilling all at once.

It's been a while since she's felt this alive, apart from the rare times when you're home on time, or when she gets to spend an entire day with you. But this? This is the first time in ages that something beyond the comfort of your love has rekindled a spark in her, reminding Wanda of a part of herself she had almost forgotten.

At the end of her first day, Wanda does meet one of her students.

Technically, she has met him before, but it was in the context of a friendly stranger who lent her his shirt when she needed it the most. When Vision told her that he was an art student, she didn't actually expect to find him attending the same university. She had assumed he was from the city and just passing through.

(Perhaps it’s her silliest assumption she's made to date but—it is what it is.)

“Aren't you a pleasant surprise,” Vision says, rolling down the window of his Mustang. When his voice reaches her, it's distinctly out of place, an unexpected ripple in her carefully mapped out day.

She swallows hard, resisting the urge to take a step back, “Vision, I wasn't expecting to see you here.”

He grins, the sunlight catching the edges of his aviator glasses. “It's a small world, or rather, a small university.” He tilts his head playfully, “Wait... are you...?”

Wanda cuts him off, “Let's just say, I'm exploring my options here.”

A pause ensues, both understanding the unsaid implications.

“You know,” Vision starts, leaning against his car, “I'd heard there was a new, 'exceptionally dressed' professor in town. Just didn't piece it together that it would be you.”

“It's a small world,” she murmurs, her face a shade paler.

He seems to sense her discomfort and remarks, “I suppose this changes everything.”

Wanda sighs, “It's just... I need to maintain a certain decorum here. It would be inappropriate if—”

“—If I turned out to be one of your students,” he finishes for her. His smirk is replaced by a milder expression. “Don't worry. Whatever our relationship outside this campus, I respect boundaries. And I expect you do too.”

She nods, appreciative of his maturity. “Thank you, Vision.”

Before she can fully turn away, Vision snaps his fingers together. “Oh, by the way, you left something with me from last time. Your shirt? The shirt you had to change out of?”

Wanda's face reddens slightly at the memory. “I completely forgot about that. Do you have it?”

Vision points with a thumb over his shoulder towards his car. “Wait a second. It's in the back.” He moves to retrieve the shirt, but after rummaging for a few moments, he frowns. “I could have sworn I left it here…”

He removes his sunglasses, allowing his gaze to lift in thought, revealing the unnaturally vibrant blue of his eyes to Wanda. “Ah, I remember now. It's in my laundry bag, which I took to my apartment.”

“It's fine. You can give it back another time,” Wanda says.

But Vision, with that same gleam in his eyes, counters, “Why not just come with me and get it now? It's a short drive.”

She bites her lip, thinking. On one hand, she'd rather not prolong their interaction given the new dynamics. On the other, it might be best to just get it over with. “I'm not sure…”

He raises his hands in mock surrender. “I promise it's just a shirt, Professor.”

The inclusion of the title almost brings a smile to her face. “Alright,” Wanda gives in, “But only if it’s quick. And remember, as far as the university is concerned, we’re merely acquaintances.”

“Technically, you haven’t met your class yet. And as of now, I’m not your student,” he points out with an innocent shrug.

The logic is sound, though it does little to quell the anxiety bubbling within Wanda. She nods, exhaling deeply. “Let’s go.”

They drive to Vision’s apartment building, the journey marked by fleeting glances and a silence that's not entirely comfortable. He attempts to dispel the tension, “I've washed and ironed the shirt for you. Hope that's alright.”

She looks over, surprised by the gesture. “Thank you, that's... unexpected.”

As she sits in the passenger seat of Vision’s car, Wanda inadvertently starts picking up on the small details surrounding her. She notices the immaculate interior of the car—not a stray piece of litter, every surface gleaming. There's a fresh, clean scent permeating the space, a subtle hint of citrus perhaps. It's not the typical aroma one would expect from a college student's car. She thinks of the younger people she's known and how their vehicles often doubled as chaotic storage spaces, littered with discarded clothes, takeaway containers, and the musty scent of overdue laundry.

When they arrive at his apartment, it further exemplifies this meticulousness. Sketches, paintings, and art supplies are neatly arranged, yet the area feels lived-in, warm, not sterile. It's easy to forget he's just 21. He exudes an aura of maturity that doesn’t align with his years. If they had met under different circumstances, and if she hadn’t known his age, she would have pegged him for someone much older, someone who's seen more, experienced more.

“Your shirt,” Vision says, pulling it out from a cupboard—neatly folded, rather than from the laundry bag he remembered earlier. “As promised.”

As Wanda accepts it, her fingers brush against a freshly painted canvas. The vibrant colors smear slightly under her touch.

“Oh! I'm so sorry,” she exclaims, pulling her hand back.

Vision waves it off, “No worries. Sometimes accidents lead to the best kind of art.”

He then looks contemplative for a moment before posing a question, “You know, Picasso once said, 'Every act of creation is first an act of destruction.' What do you think of that?”

The randomness of it throws her off for a second, before she regards him with a thoughtful look. “Well, in a way, creation and destruction aren't opposing forces. One can be a precursor to the other. To create something new, often something old has to give way.”

Vision's eyes light up, clearly pleased by her response. “Exactly! It's like when you're sketching. Sometimes, you have to erase an entire section just to rework it. And often, the second attempt is much better than the first.”

They continue discussing, each statement leading to another topic, and another. After a while, Vision hesitates before making a bold request, “Wanda, would you... would you mind if I sketched you? Just for practice. You have such unique features, and it'd be a challenge for me.”

“Trying to butter up your professor already?” It comes out a bit flirtatious by accident, and Wanda struggles to retract it.

He nods, a little sheepishly. “Only if you're comfortable. It’s just... our discussion has inspired me.”

Wanda laughs lightly, unable to deny that the notion does flatter her.. “Alright, but only for a bit. I'm not exactly dressed for a portrait.”

“You are…” Vision murmurs almost too quietly to hear, his eyes already fixed on his sketchpad. But Wanda still catches it, and a faint blush tints her cheeks. Vision gets to work. In this moment, she's both his muse and his critic, and for a brief while, a hushed silence envelops the room.

However, as the minutes tick by, Wanda begins to feel increasingly restless beneath his studious, penetrating gaze. She tries to keep her posture, attempting to appear at ease, but her muscles gradually tighten in response to his intent focus. There’s a kind of intimacy in being observed so closely that she wasn’t quite prepared for.

“Can you tilt your head just a bit to the left?” he asks, never lifting his gaze from the page. She obliges. Moments later, “A little to the right now, and chin up. Perfect.”

Wanda obeys, adjusting her position to his liking. But it's a stray strand of hair that falls onto her forehead that really tests her composure. Vision notices it immediately. “Could you brush that hair away, please?” he asks.

She reaches up, trying to tuck it behind her ear, but it stubbornly returns to its original position. Frowning in mild irritation, she tries again but with the same result.

Vision chuckles softly. “Stay still,” he murmurs, placing his sketchpad to the side. He carefully rises from his seat and approaches her, eyes never leaving her face. “I'll fix it.”

Heart inexplicably racing, Wanda can't comprehend why she obeys so willingly, remaining motionless as Vision's fingertips ghost near her face. The distance between them becomes almost negligible as his face hovers mere inches from hers. She can feel the warmth of his breath, see the earnest concentration in his eyes. Slowly, ever so gently, his fingers brush the errant strand away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. “There we go,” Vision whispers.

But instead of retreating, he lingers. She watches as Vision's eyes flutter closed, and he begins to lean in. She's teetering at the precipice of something that can't be taken back, and she’s horrified to discover a part of her that wants to give in.

Shaking herself out of the trance, she manages to whisper with a tremble in her voice, “I... I have to go.” Her words cut through the moment like a knife, yet Vision remains close, eyes searching hers as he softly challenges, “Are you sure?”

That simple question, laden with suggestion, irks Wanda. This was more than just an innocent sketching session. Irritation builds as she understands what he might have been attempting. In her haste to distance herself, she stands abruptly, accidentally brushing his face with her head. She doesn't apologize, too focused on gathering her belongings.

Vision, realizing his mistake, scrambles to his feet, “Wanda, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have—”

But she cuts him off, hand already on the door handle. “I'll see you in class, Mr. Shade.”

Wanda doesn't know how you managed to convince her to shower together one morning.

To be fair, you didn't make much of an effort to persuade her, and she was more than willing to participate. Perhaps it's because life has been an unending whirlwind lately, a blur of responsibilities and ever-mounting pressure. Her fresh endeavor into academia had consumed much of her waking hours, leaving her mentally drained by the end of the day. You, on the other hand, seemed perpetually buried under a mountain of paperwork and late-night calls.

It's not an excuse, of course, but these realities have inadvertently wedged a distance between the two of you. So, on that fateful morning, when you followed her into the bathroom, you were a woman on a mission. But as you wordlessly entered the shower, a certain determination evident in your stride, Wanda felt the need to object. Her protest, however, was cut short. The feel of your lips on hers, possessive and demanding, effectively silenced her. Her knees threatened to give way, and if not for the firm grip you had on her waist, she might have collapsed. Instead, she melted into your arms, letting you take the lead, and well—

That resulted in her losing nearly half of her students for her first class of the day because they believed she wouldn't show up after being nearly twenty minutes late.

“That can’t happen again,” Wanda told you.

“Whatever you say, babe.”

It occurs a few more times before she intentionally begins waking up before your alarm goes off. Wanda misses her wife, but she misses the life you both left behind even more. And despite finding satisfaction in her new career, she can’t seem to stop resenting you for that.

Her period is a week late, but Wanda isn't worried. You both stopped trying to conceive before coming to New Jersey. However, it does remind her of something else she had to let go of and how it felt like you gave up on her too easily for comfort.

The stress from her new job eventually begins to take a toll on her. Stacks of papers sprawl across the table, some marked with red ink, others waiting to be perused. Her hand moves methodically, adjusting her notes, reviewing her questions, ensuring every detail is in place for the impending exam. Her back protests from the hours spent in the same position, her eyes blink away the fatigue, but she's determined to finalize every last bit. It takes a few more moments before she finishes editing her students’ first examination. It's late—far too late for her to still be at the university, but a sense of accomplishment washes over her.

In the middle of soaking up her minor achievement for the day, she suddenly remembers Sparky. He's been left for hours, with just water, and that she's supposed to get groceries for him this afternoon. Shit, Wanda curses breathily, hurrying her movements.

She's about to shut her laptop when she hears a knock on the door. Thinking it's the security guard, she quickly rehearses her plea for just a few more minutes. However, when she opens the door, she's staring into the all-too-familiar blue eyes of Vision.

Wanda takes an involuntary step back, her pulse quickening. “Mr. Shade,” she greets, an uncharacteristic iciness in her voice.

He looks equally surprised, “Wan—Professor Maximoff,” he responds. “I... I wasn't expecting to see you here.”

“Neither was I. What are you still doing here?”

Vision runs a hand through his hair, looking bashful for a change. “I often come to the art room late at night. It helps me think, especially when I feel creatively stuck. I was on my way home and noticed the lights still on in this office.”

Wanda feels a pang of suspicion, even as she tries to remind herself that the university is as much Vision's space as it is hers. Still, she can't help but feel wary. “Well, I'm just leaving,” she says curtly, shouldering her bag. Before she can take another step, Vision's fingers encircle her arm, the unexpected touch of warm skin on skin causing her to pause. She looks down at where his fingers lightly grip her, and then up into his earnest eyes. She can feel the warmth of his hand, the roughness of his fingertips.

“Wait,” he murmurs, his blue eyes locking onto hers, an earnest plea evident in their depths. “We need to talk.”

Wanda instinctively tries to pull her arm away, but Vision's grip tightens, not painfully but enough to keep her there. He steps closer, effectively cutting off her escape route. His height becomes even more pronounced as he leans slightly, bringing his face closer to hers. His presence feels overbearing, almost intimidating, as he places himself between her and the exit. He quietly closes the door behind him, the soft click echoing in the silence, and the room feels much, much smaller now.

Wanda's eyes dart around, looking for a way out, her mind racing. “Vision, this isn't appropriate,” she manages to say.

All he says is, “I know. I'm sorry.”

They find themselves engaged in a staring contest, with only the sound of their breathing serving as a reminder of each other's presence. Several tense seconds pass, with neither willing to break the gaze. Then, slowly, Vision eases the grip on her arm, his fingers lingering for a moment before letting go entirely. He steps back deliberately, emphasizing the space between them, a clear invitation for her to leave if she chooses to.

Her heart pounding loudly in her ears, Wanda takes a moment to gather her thoughts. She wants to leave, to create as much distance as possible between them, especially when she knows what's about to happen if she gives in even the slightest bit.

She takes a shaky breath and, for the briefest moment, her gaze drifts to her work laptop. A flash of silver catches her eye. Her USB, containing the work she's been laboring on for hours. “I-I forgot something” she mutters, panic rising in her voice. “I need that before I go,” she says, pointing to the device.

Vision nods, not saying a word. Wanda cautiously begins to move towards the desk, but before she can reach it, Vision's there, his movements swift and silent. He suddenly wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her close. The initial shock has her resisting, pushing against his chest, but it's short-lived. Before she knows it, she's letting out a quiet sigh, her face buried in the crook of his neck. He hoists her up effortlessly, seating her on the edge of the desk.

As she looks up at him, he slides his hands up, disappearing beneath her skirt. The faintest image of your face flickers across Wanda's mind, a ghost of a memory that almost pulls her back to sense and reason. But as Vision's fingers find their wet mark, Wanda's grip tightens on the edge of the desk, her eyes fluttering closed. She can no longer recall the sequence of events that led her to this very moment, nor the myriad reasons why it shouldn't be happening.

Every bit of rationale, every thought of you, all seem to evaporate, leaving only the need to breathe and to feel.

To just be.

Wanda remains in her car without starting the engine for a good thirty minutes. She left the room as soon as she could pull her panties up past her knees. She can feel the residual heat on her skin, how he felt inside of her. She resists the urge to squeeze her thighs together, attempting to disregard the stickiness and discomfort she feels.

She clutches the steering wheel, knuckles white, struggling with the realization of what she's done. She's betrayed you. It wasn't just a lapse in judgment, it was a deliberate decision, a yielding to curiosity, to loneliness, to that inexplicable pull towards someone who isn’t you. But as much as she’s drowning in guilt, she couldn’t deny how her mind keeps going back to Vision’s touch, the way he'd made her feel so alive, so seen, in a way she hadn’t felt in a while. It's maddening, this push and pull. It's like there are two sides of her fighting it out inside—one, the devoted partner who loves you, and the other, a woman who's awakened, yearning for something she can't quite put into words.

She laughs, the sound teetering on the edge of hysteria. It's an unsettling sound in the quiet of the car, an indication of her fraying sanity. How did she get here? How did she become this person? In what manner did she find herself engaging in infidelity despite your presence in her life? You've been the guiding light in her life for so long, making her the best version of herself she's ever known. But still, how can she undo this part of herself she never thought existed?

Tears form in her eyes as she closes them, trying to banish the memories, to shut out the storm of emotions threatening to consume her. But they're too powerful, too raw, too fresh. Too real. And she knows she has to face them, to confront the reality of what she's done and decide where to go from here.

It's just past midnight when Wanda's car pulls into the driveway. She emerges from the vehicle in a daze, her steps slow and disconnected, as if each step leads her inexorably towards her reckoning. The door to the house opens before she can even reach for the knob. There you stand, concern evident in your eyes. Wanda hadn't expected to find you awake, especially not at this hour, waiting for her.

It’s your scent first that reaches her before anything else, the distinct aroma of fresh pine from the sprawling garden surrounding the house, coupled with the distinct smell of Sparky, suggesting that you've held him close most of the night. The protective, almost desperate way your arms encircle her reveals just how much you've been consumed with worry about her whereabouts and safety.

Every time you’re near, every time she gets to hold you, it’s instinctual for her to break into a smile. But tonight, it's ephemeral. A tidal wave of guilt and regret crashes over her. She stiffens in your arms, the realization of her actions making her insides churn.

“Where were you?” you exclaim as you pull away and clasp her shoulder blades hard. “I've been here, pacing, worried out of my mind, and I couldn't reach you.”

It's the questioning, the concern, the love in your voice that breaks something inside her. “My phone died and I forgot to bring my charger. I was writing the final exam that I have to turn in by tomorrow, and got carried away. I’m so sorry,” she says evenly, almost robotically.

You raise an eyebrow, frustration evident. “You could've borrowed a phone or used the school's landline, right?”

She has to remind herself that your words aren't accusations. You're not out to corner her; you genuinely don't know what she's done. And in that moment, she decides that she'll do everything to ensure you will never know.

Taking a deep breath, Wanda resorts to tactics she despises in herself. “Like I said, I was working,” she retorts with an exaggerated roll of her eyes, hoping the hint of condescension in her tone might distract you, even as it tears at her own conscience. “It’s Westview. What’s the worst that could happen to me? Please let it go, I’m so fucking exhausted.”

Your reaction to her words is immediate, a palpable retreat, and she's overcome with the urge to spill every secret, every confession, if only she could be certain you wouldn't walk away.

“Fine,” you say tersely, stepping aside to let her pass. “We’ll talk about this in the morning.” You don’t bother to hide the hurt in your eyes and her resolve almost crumbles.

“Sounds good,” she says and turns abruptly, making her way upstairs, her pace quickening with every step.

In the morning, she offers you kisses as an apology, and you're blissfully unaware of the hundred ways it's steeped in treachery.

It keeps happening with Vision and she starts to waste away. On the surface, she seems to be taking better care of herself: shedding some weight, toning in ways that leave you entranced during the few mornings you catch her making breakfast.

But Wanda is adept at playing it cool, brushing off your hungry gazes as if they're mere figments of her imagination. She longs for you in the same intense way she always has, but she's entangled in this twisted duality now. As she writes names and explanations on the board, she can almost feel the intensity of Vision's stare, a heat on her back that she's come to recognize all too well. Sometimes, during a lecture, she'll turn and catch him staring, and right then, she knows where they'll be once the session ends. She also begins to frequent places she's never been to before, corners of the town she hopes no one will recognize them in. There, they sit side by side, their knees touching underneath the table, talking about everything and nothing.

And you wouldn't, not for a second, entertain suspicions about her hardly ever being at home. Because your love for her is profound, and your trust, even more so. Because she knows you're buried under the weight of your own challenges at work, and capitalizes on this knowledge for the time being. Because whatever this is, whatever she’s doing with Vision, she knows it’s temporary. She swears she’ll clean up after herself, the moment she can purge this from her system.

Because none of it feels as if they're truly happening, and Wanda convinces herself it's just a hazy, erotic dream from which she can wake at any moment she chooses.

“Do you love me?”

The question hits Wanda like a freight train. Of course she does. You’re her… of course she does. And she’s never felt the fear of losing you, the true love of her life, more acutely than now.

“Of course I love you,” Wanda says, fighting to keep her voice steady even as her chin quivers. “What a silly question.”

“I guess I’m just feeling silly. We’ve been working hard, and when we’re together,” you pause, your voice quivering, letting out a mirthless laugh, “We’re still working.”

Her guilt amplifies. She's been so engrossed in her own struggles that she failed to see how it's affecting you. The toll it's taken on your relationship. Your insecurities, your need for validation, all because she's been distant and distracting herself from her own demons. She's grateful the shadows conceal her face from you, or else it would be to easy for you to recognize the truth, and—

“I just miss you,” you confess, and it stings.

“Me too,” she whispers, the words filled with layers of meaning she can't articulate. Wanda tries to find more words, something to reassure you further, but she can't quite comfort as effortlessly as you do for her. You've always been more adept at loving her than she's ever been with you.

“Good night,” you say, and Wanda detects no underlying bitterness in your tone. She almost wishes there were. It'd be easier if you didn't love her so unconditionally; then she wouldn't feel so wretched for the secrets she's keeping just beyond this room's walls.

She goes as far as asking herself if she simply misses having a cock inside of her, the thought nagging at her especially when Vision stays firmly inside her, holding her in place as he spills into a condom. She flutters around him a few more times before she slackens in his hold.

Pushing away the guilt that threatens to engulf her every time they are together, Wanda wonders if this reckless escapade with her student is merely an escape from the monotonous predictability of her life or a deeper reflection of some unmet need. Vision’s bedroom becomes a space of both pleasure and torment for her. When she catches her reflection in the mirror he’s installed in front of the bed, she barely recognizes the woman staring back, eyes clouded with both desire and regret. She clings to the belief that once she figures out what she's truly seeking, she can end it all and return to you, wholly and completely. But the more she thinks about it, the more elusive the answer becomes.

Vision’s bony hips gradually come to a stop, and he finally pulls out of her. She feels the evidence of their recent activities on her skin, and is hit with an overwhelming need to wash it all away.

“I need a shower,” she murmurs, more to herself than to him. He simply nods, watching her intently. There's a question in his eyes, perhaps seeking assurance or simply wondering if she'll return to his bed afterwards. Wanda doesn't give him an answer, nor does she meet his gaze for long. Instead, she wraps herself in whatever piece of clothing she can find and heads towards the bathroom.

When she emerges from the shower, redressed in the clothes she wore earlier, Vision is absent from the bedroom. Instead, the appetizing aroma of food wafts toward her. Following the scent, she discovers him in the kitchen, incongruously clad in a pink apron over his boxers.

As Wanda heads straight for the exit, Vision's voice abruptly stops her.

“Wanda, wait.”

She halts, not turning around, her hand still clutching the handle.

“You act as if I'm luring you back each time, Wanda. Like I'm this puppeteer pulling your strings.” He casually flips whatever he's cooking. “That's not how it is, and you know it.”

Wanda grimaces, his words leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. “Vision, it's not that—”

He interrupts her, his tone dripping with feigned innocence, “Have I ever forced you? Pushed you into anything? Or have you willingly come to me every time? You have, haven’t you?”

She turns to face him. “You know it’s more complicated than that—”

“Yet you keep coming back. And every time you do, I think, 'Maybe she sees in me what I see in her.' But then you run, making me out to be the villain.” He finally looks up, his eyes pleading and calculating at the same time.

Tears well up in her eyes. She tries to speak, but he continues, overriding her. “You're an intellectual, Wanda. A brilliant mind. I've learned more from you this semester than years combined. Isn't it natural to be drawn to such brilliance? To want more than just lectures?”

“I'm married,” Wanda states with conviction, even though just an hour ago, that fact held no meaning beneath the sheets. “I've made vows. Promises. Every time I’m with you, I question myself, my integrity. I don't know why I keep letting this happen.” Wanda's voice quivers with frustration and desperation. Vision sees it as a minor victory. He knows he's affecting her.

Disregarding the pan and turning off the stove, he approaches her, his gaze never leaving hers, trying to weave his narrative into her consciousness.

“That's just it, isn't it? There's no betrayal. We're not sneaking around, planning secret getaways. We're two souls who've connected on a level that's rare. Deep, profound. We're just... experiencing it.”

She takes a step back, shaking her head furiously. “It's not right.”

He follows, closing the distance between them. When she’s within his reach, he lifts her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. “Who defines what's right, Wanda? Why is it wrong for two souls with undeniable connection to explore every facet of it? Does it make us bad people to want to feel alive?"

She tries to pull away, her gaze dropping to the floor, but he tightens his grip on her chin. “Look at me,” he says, his voice soft but insistent. “Tell me you don't feel it. This connection.”

She inhales sharply, her resistance waning. “I do... but I can't understand why.”

He releases her, placing a gentle hand on her cheek. “Because it's natural. And maybe… maybe there's nothing malicious in it. Nothing deceitful. We're just... experiencing.”

Wanda closes her eyes, his words washing over her, causing further confusion. “What do you want from me?”

He smiles, his touch growing bolder as he cradles her face. “I want friendship. Inspiration. You've become my muse, Wanda.”

“She loves me,” she murmurs, a last-ditch effort to wriggle free from his hold.

“And you love her, right?” he challenges, slowly starting to unbutton her blouse.

“Yes, but—”

“But love isn't singular,” he interrupts, his fingers moving deftly, revealing more of her skin with every second. “You can love her and still find something unique with me. Your love for her isn’t lessened because of our connection.”

Wanda bites her lip. With every piece of clothing he peels away, it feels like he’s stripping away her defenses, too. “It's not just about love. It's about commitment, trust.”

He slides her jacket off her shoulders, his hands warm against her bare arms. “And haven't you committed to her in every other aspect of your life? You share a life, a home, memories, and love. What we have... it's different. It's intellectual, spiritual,” he argues, his gaze never leaving hers.

“But there are lines we’ve crossed—”

“Lines society drew for us.”

She swallows hard, tears threatening to spill. “I just don't want to hurt anyone.”

His voice softens, even as his fingers deftly work at the last buttons of her blouse. “Neither do I. But sometimes, in life, we have to listen to our true desires, to understand what our heart and soul really need. It’s not about being selfish; it’s about being true to oneself.”

And is this one of her 'true' desires?

Before she can articulate things further, the last of her defenses and garments are stripped away, and Visions sheds his boxers and draws her near. Their skins meet, a tantalizing sensation of heat and urgency. Wanda's breath catches as Vision's strong arms wrap around her waist, effortlessly lifting her. She instinctively wraps her legs around him, their closeness leaving no room for hesitation or doubt.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x vision #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda x you #wanda maximoff #my writing #category: angst #iss #my fic #wanda x reader #wanda x y/n

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ickadori · 10 days

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Just thinking about sukuna getting a thing for reader and gojo gets all worried ab his student :(

[cws] yandere behavior.

Gojo’s worrying comes from a place of possession, as much as it shames him to admit (it doesn’t shame him at all, but he knows it should, and he’s a decent enough actor to play the part). You’re his student, one that he’s put a lot of stock into, even more so than Okkotsu or Itadori.

He had found you scared and panicking when your abilities had first manifested and suddenly the monsters lurking in the dark were thrown in front of your eyes, giving you no chance to process anything. You were well past the years when sorcerers first had this awakening - a semi-functioning adult with a stuffy office job and an even stuffier apartment - and it was always a bit harder for adults to accept that monsters were, in fact, very much real and walking amongst humans.

You weren’t a particularly strong sorcerer, barely on par with another grade 4, but Gojo didn’t think many people were particularly strong anyways. There was a few in very, very rare cases, but for the most part, Gojo saw them all as potential liabilities when it came down to a tough fight - he’d rather have them out of his way so he could go all out.

He had gotten you assigned under his care, showing you the ropes of this new world that terrified you so, and you had learned quite a bit so far. Not enough that would grant you the confidence to venture out on your own and away from him (because why would he willingly let a scared, clingy thing like you go that easily?), but enough so he wouldn’t have to worry about someone having to scrape your insides off the ground with a shovel.

You were well under his thumb when Itadori came into the picture, snug and comfortable no matter how much he mushed and mushed. When he told you to do something, you did, no matter if it was a request to fetch him a drink, or something more…intimate.

Itadori was no threat, of course, a teen who was too dumb and pure for the position he had out himself in, but Sukuna, that damned curse, was something close to it.

He liked you, craved you, wanted for you in the same way that Gojo had the moment he saw you sniveling and hiccuping in that alley. It was an all consuming want—the kind that would gnaw at you from the inside bit by bit, intestine by intestine, organ by organ, until there was nothing left but that damned craving. Gojo would have died if he hadn’t been able to have you. He would have combust and taken the world with him, he’s certain of it.

And now that he’s had you -in every way and position imaginable- he’ll be damned if he lets some curse who only gets 5 minutes of playtime take you away from him.

#gojo x reader #jjk x reader

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neonpaperlanterns · 2 months

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I not feeling very good today and i was wondering

Is it okay if i ask for a dogdagy x reader story where reader is sick and dogday tries his best to take care of them and make sure they recover quickly

Its short sorry about that ^^"

[A/n: I hope you feel better anon! And no need to apologize. I liked writing this one. It was nice to be sweet fora moment]

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Stay with me

You’ve survived a lot since coming back to the factory. Getting hunted down by the face of PlayTime Co. The twisted fractured mind of Mommy Long Legs. The train incident. Being thrown in a trash compactor. You’ve survived it all. So color yourself surprised that what has finally taken you down was a cold.

Not that you didn’t try and push through. You did, you really tired. But you were thwarted by your own body and the soft eyes of a certain Smiling Critter.

“Hm, your fever is still really high.” The rough fur of DogDays hand brushed along your forehead. Even after all these years he still held the faint smell of vanilla. It made you sigh and relax into his palm. You could feel your eyes starting to droop.

“I’m gonna try and find some medicine. I’m sure there has to be something still in the school nurse's office.” as he went to pull away you couldn’t help the protest that fell from your mouth.

“Nooo.” Your voice comes out hoarse as you try to stifle a cough. “Don’t go.” mustering up the energy you wrap your arm around his.

“It’s not safe to go out there.” DogDay gives you a look. How many times has he said that to you?

A lot.

But that isn’t the point.

“Please just stay with me?” Watching the fight melt right off DogDay’s face before it even fully formed made you laugh. Which immediately turned into a coughing fit. Hearing him sigh made the coughing worse, but you didn’t care. All that mattered was that DogDay was settling back down next to you.

Curling up next to him you burrowed into his shoulder as his arms came to wrap around you. It was warm in the cocoon that he created. Maybe too warm but you didn’t care. You were happy, just like this.

“I’ll only stay for a little bit. I really need to find medicine for you.” You hummed, eyes drooping again

“I mean it.” You knew he didn’t, not with the way he nosed along the top of your head. Or the way he shuffled you further onto his chest. No, you knew that when you woke up he was going to be right here. Your ever present comfort inside these walls so full of decay.

#poppy playtime #dogday poppy playtime #reader insert #dogday x reader #sickfic #cuddling #short ficlet

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paper-starz · 5 months

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i was so surprised by the lack of AUs in the My Friendly Neighborhood fandom! So, me and a few discord buddies decided to create our own! The Opposite Au! (Or the OPP AU for short)

its basically a personality swap with a few story changes!

(click read more for bonus doodles + character descriptions!)

NORMAN

Norman is THE BEST character on 'My Friendly Neighborhood' and he WILL remind you constantly!

He has like a bajillion fans and friends that are definitely NOT made up! Of course he has fans and friends from all over the world what do you mean he doesn't???

He's a bit of a diva... ok "bit" is an understatement. He genuinely believes that he deserves to be treated better than anybody else! He proudly displays a star on his door as a symbol of his supposed stardom!

There's a blurry line between fiction and reality for Norman. He believes his on-screen friendship with Lenard translates to real life, despite their mutual mistreatment of each other. Lenard is definitely NOT Norman's friend. (In fact, most of the puppets in this AU despise each other)

Incredibly overdramatic. He once laid down on the floor for 3 hours straight because someone ate the last chocolate chip cookie.

Norman is still very lonely.

JUNEBUG

Much more calmer and introverted than her OG counterpart. She would rather stay inside reading books than play outside with her so-called 'friends'.

She is the resident bookworm of the neighborhood, incredibly smart too!

Her demeanor is highly apathetic; even if chaos erupted in the neighborhood, she wouldn't even lift her eyes from the pages of her book.

She also speaks in a very monotone voice.

She still very much hates responsibility.

She and Norman have a sort of pseudo rivalry with each other, even though it mostly affects Norman. While others react to Norman's antics, Junebug's indifference to it annoys him the most.

Even if she's not currently reading books, she's usually staring off into space or thinking about something. Ms. Lilianna is not fond of her due to her inattentiveness during one of her lessons.

Has a horrible habit of sneaking up to people and scaring them due to the fact that she walks VERY quietly.

MS. LILIANNA

It's MISS Lilianna. Not Lilianna, MISS Lilianna! She is your teacher and you WILL show her some respect!

Miss. Lilianna is incredibly strict and uptight. If you so much as even breathe loudly she will get furious with you!

She does genuinely love teaching! She teaches math, science, english, history... but her favorite lesson to teach are RULES!

Currently, she has 874 rules in her rule book. Here are some examples:

22. No talking while she's talking, that’s rude. 23. No chewing gum 24. no smiling 25. no breathing too loudly 26. no running 27. no jumping 28. no laughing 29. no living 30. no screaming 32. no playtime 33. no snack time 34. no lunchtime 35. definitely no nap time. 36. No blinking more than once per minute! 37. You must sit at a perfect 90 degree angle 38. No writing with anything other than a blue ballpoint pen with a 0.735 mm tip!

Her favorite rule is rule #17: "Everyday is Teacher's Day!" You must give Ms. Lilianna gifts and hugs to show how much you appreciate her!

The most important rule is the "No complaining about the rules" rule! Or else you'll be sent to the principals office! Which is her. She is the principal, the custodian, the janitor, every and any faculty member of the school!

...Except for the Art teacher. Please don't show her any art, she will not understand anything. She lacks any and every sort of creativity.

Her favorite weapon to use is the classic ruler! Light weight AND teacher-y

Baldi's basics lookin' ass

LENARD

Anxious Dog Energy right there.

Poor Lenard is very shy and super self conscious. Like Junebug, he would rather stay alone than be anywhere NEAR people.

He has a bit of a stutter.

He is so anxious, that he's developed several self-defense mechanisms!

He will either SCREAM BLOODY MURDER

Or he will bite you

Or a combination of both.

Sometimes he'll bite for no reason whatsoever!

Lenard is TERRIFIED of being watched, especially while practicing. Memories of him being taunted and teased during the show's production still haunt him.

He's developed severe scopophobia because of this.

He will usually sing and dance in private. Though, he's not a very good singer nor a very good dancer.

GEORGE

The epitome of "I hate my job."

This George really hates being a taxi driver. I mean, wouldn't you hate being stuck as a taxi driver for the rest of your life?

After MFN got cancelled and the puppets got abandoned, George ripped out the 'T' in his taxi cab hat. He tried ripping out more from his taxi uniform, but stopped since his uniform were the only clothes that he's got.

He's now stuck in exitensial dread. What IS George now that he's not a taxi driver? He might've hated being one, but that was all that he's got.

He hates any and all vehicles with 4 wheels or more. All the taxi cabs in the studio are smashed, even the wheels have been taken out!

He still likes rats. However, it's mostly a "appreciate from afar" type of ordeal. The rats in the studio are vicious little beasts.

He once saw a puppet get too close to the rats. Let's just say that the puppet is now a pile of cotton fluff.

The only time he was genuinely happy during the show's production was when they were filming the Pirate's Cove film. It was his first experience of being anything other than his taxi driver role. He still has his pirates hook and he would fight you tooth and nail if you try and steal it from him

AND THATS EVERYONE (for part 1 ofc)

Thank you to my friends who definitely helped with this AU (you know who you are!)

Oh! And please click the images for better quaity!

#my friendly neighborhood #mfn #my friendly neighborhood game #mfn fanart #mfn game #mfn au #opposite au #mfn junebug #mfn norman #mfn lenard #mfn george #mfn lilianna #miss lilianna #OMG IM DONE #FINALLY #fun fact #I made this au in OCTOBER 25 #and i cant believe its OUT

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astrophileous · 6 months

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Hey hey, it's me~

If I could, I would like to request a Derek x Reader or Spencer x Reader, how you feel it better. Maybe where the Reader is someone working with kids (in a nursery, childcare center, if possible ? If not, no problem at all). I wonder how they would react with someone like this 😇

Bonus point if the Reader is short 🙈

I'm weak for your fluff stories, and any of you works if I'm being honest so a fluffy one would be nice.

Again, no pressure if you don't feel writing this. Congratulations for your almost 1k, you'll get them I'm sure of it ❤️

Have a wonderful day sweetie 🌸

val, my love, tysm for the request and the kind words 🥺💞 I'm so happy you entrusted me with this request! Idk if this is what you were looking for, but I hope you're happy with it ❤️ (p.s. you can just send more requests if you weren't satisfied with this one lol)

Warning(s): derek morgan x fem!reader, stalker, break-in, typical cm stuff, swearing (?)

This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.

Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

Seeing all the flashing red-and-blue lights outside the building he had grown to know intimately for the past couple of months was perhaps the closest thing to a heart attack Derek Morgan would ever experience in his life.

Derek ignored the shouts of his name from his fellow teammates as he ducked beneath the yellow police tape, along with the curious glances people threw his way as he stalked towards the building with purpose. Once inside, he thoroughly checked every room he passed by, stopping only when he spotted the familiar figure sitting on one of the chairs in the pantry.

"Derek? What are you—"

You didn't get a chance to finish your question before Derek was enveloping you in a bear hug.

A wave of calm instantly flooded over his entire being. Derek buried his face deeper into you, breathing in the smell of your body wash and the addictive tang of your perfume. Your own arms wrapped around his muscular frame once the shock evaporated, letting the warmth of Derek's body seep into you as you listened to the rhytmic beating of his heart.

"Are you okay?" Derek asked once he could finally find his voice again. "Did you get hurt? He didn't do anything to you, did he?"

"No, Derek. I'm fine," you convinced him as you pulled away. "I called 911 right away. He broke through the back door but ran as soon as the police arrived."

Derek rubbed his palms up and down your arms, an appeasing gesture for you as well as a reassuring one for him. He needed to make sure that you were fine.

"Good. That's good. You did the right thing, sweetheart."

"All thanks to you, Derek." You smiled. "I wouldn't have known what to do if you didn't warn me beforehand. We're all safe because of you."

Derek's heart sat fifty pounds heavy inside his ribcage. Before he could pull you back towards his chest, an interrupting cough sounded from behind him. Derek turned around to see Rossi standing in the doorway.

"Everything alright in here?" the older agent asked.

"Everything's fine," Derek replied. "Rossi, this is (Y/N). She works here."

Rossi wasn't blind. He knew you meant something more to Derek despite the younger man introducing you as an employee of the daycare center where all of you were standing in. Nonetheless, Rossi made no mention of it as he shook your hand and offered you his name.

"Are you the one who called 911, Miss? Can you tell us anything about the man who did this?"

"Yeah, I did. I've told pretty much everything to the officer over there," you said, pointing to the uniformed policeman standing outside in the hallway. "It was before lunch, so the kids were having outdoor playtime. One of the kids, George, suddenly came crying to me about someone being hurt. His hands were red. It looked like blood at first, but after a closer look, I realized that it was paint. That's when I told everyone to gather inside."

Rossi jotted down everything you said in his little notepad. "And that's when the man barged in?"

"Yeah. He tried to go through the front door at first and became aggressive when he noticed it was locked. I called 911 after that. He just barely managed to break down the back door when the police finally got here."

"And then he fled the scene," Rossi concluded. You nodded your head in confirmation. "Same MO as the school and the orphanage. This is definitely our guy."

"Did you happen to get a look at his face, sweetheart?" Derek asked.

"I, uh, I think so? But everything happened so fast, I don't know if my memory is reliable."

"You should still sit down with our sketch artist, Miss. We'll take any help we can get," Rossi responded.

For the next hour, Derek proceeded to investigate the crime scene with his team while you sat inside with a sketch artist who brought your hazy memory of the perpetrator's face to life. Derek eventually reunited with you again on the front porch of the daycare, approaching just in time to see you bidding a goodbye to one of the kids you were caring for.

"Can I get a one? And a two! A three? How about a four? Now a five! And a high five!" The little girl in front of you laughed wholeheartedly as she gave you a high-five. Derek's chest constricted at the sight. "Good job, Bee! Now, go to your mother. I'll see you soon, okay?"

"Okay!" Bee exclaimed, throwing herself into your arms to give you one last hug. "I love you, Ms. (Y/L/N)."

"I love you, too, honey."

Your eyes never strayed from Bee as the little girl dashed towards her mother. You looked up to see Derek staring at you from across the porch, the tilt of your lips stretching even wider when you caught sight of his face.

"Hey, you."

"Hi, beautiful." Derek smiled before taking your hand in his. "Are you ready to go? C'mon, let's get you home."

"Wait, you're taking me? But you're on the job!"

"The team can survive a couple of hours without me. 'Sides, there's no way I'm letting you take the bus all by yourself after what happened here."

Your insides melted into a goo at Derek's statement. You wanted so desperately to kiss the living daylights out of him at that moment, but knowing that there were so many prying eyes around—including those belonging to his team—you decided to settle for a quick peck on his knuckles instead.

Ten minutes later, you found yourself sitting inside a standard FBI SUV with Derek driving next to you. The two of you arrived at your building in no time, where Derek insisted on walking you all the way up to your front door before offering to stay with you for the rest of the afternoon.

"I'm telling you, Derek, I'm fine! You should get back to your team."

"But, what if—"

"No what ifs, Mister. I'm okay. Besides, if anything happens, I will call you immediately."

"You promise?"

"Promise. You have nothing to worry about," you assured. "Now, go! Before I kick your sexy butt out of here."

Derek's eyes twinkled mischievously. "You think my butt is sexy?"

"Go, Derek!"

"Fine, fine! I'm going!"

You turned towards the apartment door to unlock it, but just as you were about to step inside, the sound of your name stopped you in your tracks.

"Forgot something."

You yelped in surprise when Derek pressed his lips to yours without warning. The kiss was over too soon before you could react, but the ferocity alone was still enough to send you soaring high towards the stratosphere.

"D-Derek?"

The man grinned after seeing your dumbfounded expression. "I'm going, sweetheart. I'll see you soon, 'aight?"

And just like that, Derek Morgan was gone, leaving your entire world whirling over the remaining taste of his lips on yours.

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leossmoonn · 5 months

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five nights with mike | mike schmdit

summary - a romance develops between you and mike at freddy’s

warnings / includes - reader is fem. established feelings. natural time skips. very loosely follows the plot of the movie but i didn’t want to watch it again for this lol. eventual smut in p2 - piv, fingering, brief handjob

part two is linked at the bottom!

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this part isn’t 18+ but second is. they can be read as seperate parts kind of, but i did put effort into both so if you’re 18+ do what you will with that info

“you’re early,” you say as you walk into the office. mike is watching the cameras while eating a granola bar. “yeah, abby went to bed early and i had nothing better to do,” he says.

“yeah, i feel you. cornelius went to bed early, too.”

mike turns to you, raising a brow. “cornelius is a cat. he sleeps whenever he wants and doesn’t need you to tuck him in.”

you grin and shrug, “sometimes he does. he’s very fussy if he doesn’t get warm milk and a little playtime before bed.”

“i think you spoil that cat too much,” mike states. “he’s my baby. i need to spoil him,” you insist.

mike’s lips upturn and he looks back at the cameras. you sit down next to him, your eyes flickering from the cameras to him. even with his eye bags more purple and deep than the other night, he’s still the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. his facial hair is darker, like he’s been growing it out more. his jawline is sharp and you’ve found yourself staring at it the more you two work together. his hair is messy as if he just got out of bed before getting here. his lips are slightly parted as he watches the cameras. you can’t help but wonder how they would feel on your skin.

mike sees you staring at him in his peripheral. he wishes he could control the way he blushes. he hopes you don’t notice with the blue light on the screen covering his face. he knows you’ll stop eventually, but he doesn’t mind. he doesn’t get much attention anywhere else in his life. he just hopes you stop so then he can admire you in a not-so-nonchalant manner.

you two have worked together before you got the job at freddy’s. it was a while back, before mike’s security job at the mall. you two got along, but you didn’t really become friends until you realized you were going to be staying up all night with each other babysitting creepy fur suits.

“do you want to sleep first tonight?” you offer. you know how tired mike always is. he barely sleeps, but when he does, you know it’s not good.

“i think i’ll stay up,” mike says, wanting to spend as much time with you conscious. “oh, really? did you have a good nap during the day?” you inquire.

“no,” he chuckles. “i still have the same shitty sleep pattern, but i know how creepy this place can feel, so i figured i’d keep you company while you’re awake. and if you fall asleep, then that’s fine. i’ll be up.”

his concern for you makes you embarrassingly sick with joy.

“i can take care of myself. it’s not like those things will come alive,” you snort.

mike chuckles and nods. “i hope not.” “well, we’ll just see how the night goes. we can let each other know if we feel tired and go from there,” you say.

“sure,” he says. he watches as you pull out a book from your purse. he turns his head slowly towards your direction so he can get a better look at you. even with little sleep, you look beautiful. he knows you don’t sleep much, either. you have a day job as well, leaving a five hour gap for you to recharge. he doesn’t know how you do it, but he find it admirable.

even to this job, you wear day clothes. little does he know, you do it to impress him. it’s not like you go all out. you pick clothes that are comfortable enough to fall asleep in, but make you look like you put some effort in. mike has a feeling you do it for some external reason, and he’s hoping it’s him. ever since he knew he was going to work with you, he’s started to shower right before he comes here. he brings food for you two to share in case you both get hungry. he saves most of it for you since he knows you barely have time to eat at home.

“is that a new one?” he asks. “hmm?” you look up, seeing his eyes flicker from your face to the book. “oh, yeah,” you nod. “it’s a new dystopian novel.”

“ah, i see. that’s cool. what’s the series called?”

“ “the hunger games”.”

“oh, yeah, i’ve heard of that. i used to like those types of novels: dystopian and fantasy.”

“have you ever read “harry potter”?”

“i read the first four. i’ve watched all the movies, though. they’re coming out with the last one soon, i think.”

“ah, right. which did you think were better?”

“the books, definitely.”

“ah, a man of culture,” you tease. he shrugs with a small smile. “my mom really liked reading, so she got me into it. i haven’t read for a while, though. books are so expensive.”

“they are,” you agree. “i can lend you some. i have a whole collection. although half of them are more young adult, but they’re still good. my real adult book collection is growing, though.”

“you don’t have to,” he says. “i wouldn’t mind,” you shrug.

“that’d be nice,” he nods. “great. i’ll text you some books i have when i go home,” you say, looking back down at your book. you can’t focus though with thoughts of texting mike later. it was just about books, but talking to him outside of work made you giddy.

the rest of the night went pretty smoothly. you did end up falling asleep after eating some snacks mike brought. mike let you take the desk chair that was cushioned and you laid your head on the desk, wrapped up in his jacket that he also let you borrow. when you got home and stripped to take a shower, you realized how much you and your clothes smelled like him. you almost didn’t want to wash your clothes, but you knew you would see him again soon.

the next night, mike surprises you by bringing abby.

“she just didn’t want to stay at the house,” mike sighs. “it’s alright. it’s good to have some extra company,” you say.

you’ve never officially met abby. you’ve seen her at the mall you and mike worked at. mike and you worked at the food court at that time before he left to work security. he would bring her sometimes to play in the children’s area on the weekends that was right in front of the restaurant you worked at. she always would wave to you and mike sometimes, but you never got a chance to introduce yourself until now.

it seems like abby remembers you from the mall. she acts like she’s met you before, immediately pulling you into one conversation after another. it’s cute.

“this fort is so cool,” you say. “i know, right? mike says it’s stupid, but he’s just jealous cause he sucks at making forts,” abby grins.

mike rolls his eyes and groans in annoyance. you stifle a laugh as you witness their sibling dynamic.

“maybe one of these nights we can build a fort,” you suggest. mike shakes his head. “no thanks.”

“aw, come in! it might be fun. it would give us something to do,” you grin.

mike can’t resist your smile. it literally brightens up the room and he finds it hard not to smile with you. he tries to downplay his feelings and sighs, looking down at his shoes to try and hide his expression.

“we’ll see.”

“i can teach you guys how to build a fort,” abby says. “that would be awesome!” you exclaim.

abby ends up inviting you into her fort to color. mike tries to join to get closer to you, but abby denies him entry.

“only cool people get to be in here.”

“seriously? i’m cool,” mike says. you and abby glance at each other, coy smiles on both of your faces. “you’re not cool enough,” you state.

his eyes wide as he looks at you. “if i knew abby would make you have a vendetta against me, i wouldn’t have brought her.”

“i’m sure she would’ve found a not like you,” abby states.

he plays the butt-hurt role, but honestly, he loves seeing you and abby interact. you’re the closest thing abby has ever had to a friend. the fact that you welcomed her with open arms makes him unexplainably happy. although he likes to complain about taking care of his sister, he would be lying if he said she wasn’t his whole world. he’s never trusted her with anybody else except for the babysitter, which is kind of has to, but he knows that if there was anybody he would trust with abby, it would be you without a doubt.

eventually, abby falls and asleep and it’s just you and mike. you both are sitting side-by-side on the floor, propped up against a cabinet. before abby dozed off, she decided to be kind and let mike hang out in the fort. you both remind each other to keep an eye on the cameras, but you both start to feel sleepy.

“i hate this job,” you yawn. your whole being is tired. you’ve never had a night job before, especially with having a day job. it’s starting to catch up with you.

“it’s not so bad,” mike says, looking at you. you give him a lazy smile, not being able to keep your eyes closed. you’re too tired to notice you’ve started to lean on mike. your head rests on his chest, your arms curled up, trying to reserve some heat. mike’s body tenses as he looks down at you. you look so peaceful. your body rises slowly as you fall asleep. your lips are slightly parted. you snuggle into him, your fingers fisting his shirt. his heart warms at the sight. he grabs a blanket that abby isn’t using, draping it over the two of you. for the first time in a while, he feels genuinely tired. he falls asleep to the soft breaths you elicit, wrapping an arm around your waist.

you wake up to the sound of crying. you jolt awake, your eyes struggling to stay open. you look at your surroundings, remembering you’re in the office. you sit yourself up, realizing you’ve been sleeping on mike. you swallow hard, starting to feel hot all over. you feel a small weight on your body as you move. you look under the blanket and see mike’s arm around you, holding you close. your heart races at the fact you had been cuddling with him.

you then hear some talking. you look at the fort, realizing abby isn’t in it anymore.

“fuck. shit,” you murmur. you turn to mike, shaking him awake. “mike, mike. wake up.”

he furrows his brows. “mm, let me sleep.”

“abby’s gone, mike.”

his eyes shoot open and he gets up immediately, searching the office for her. “where’d she go?”

“i-i don’t know. we both fell asleep. i should’ve stayed up. i’m sorry, mike.”

“no, it’s… it’s not your job to take care of her. it’s mine.”

you both rush out of the office, finding abby in the dining area.

“abby! are you okay?” mike runs to her, dropping on his knees to inspect her.

“yeah, i closed the door on my hand when i used the bathroom,” she says. “my friend gave me a band aid.” she holds up her hand.

“let’s get you another one. you shouldn’t put bandaids on that you find on the floor,” mike says.

“my friend gave it to me!” she insists. “well, your friend is very kind,” you say. mike glances at you and you shrug. you figure you should play her little game if you’re going to try and get her out of here.

“yeah! mike doesn’t like my friends.”

“well, he’s probably jealous cause you have so many.”

abby looks up at you with a wide smile. you can see some of her missing teeth.

“it’s time to go, abby,” mike says. he grabs her hand but she twists away. “i want to stay and play with my friends!”

“no, abby. we are done here.”

“i’m pretty hungry,” you rush out. “who’s up for some denny’s?”

“me!” abby exclaims. mike frowns at you. “you don’t have to.”

“i want to get out of here, too,” you whisper. he sighs and nods. “abby, help me clean up the office then we can get some food, okay?”

“okay,” she sighs, walking back to clean up her fort and putting a new bandaid on her finger.

mike follows you to denny’s, parking beside you.

“i’ll pay for abby and i, by the way,” mike says as you enter the restaurant. you shake your head. “nonsense. it was my idea, so my treat.”

“please, no. abby’s going to order and she’s going to only eat one bite. it’s a waste of your money.”

“and it would be more of a waste if you paid. let me do this. next time you can pay for my meal.”

mike’s heart skips a beat as he thinks about next time. he hopes next time would not be at a denny’s after he just got done sleeping on the floor of an abandoned arcade.

“yeah, definitely,” he nods. “i’ll hold you to that,” you smile. “please do,” he says.

after breakfast, which abby actually ate most of, mike walks you back to your car.

“thank you again,” mike says. “don’t mention it,” you smile.

he can’t help but stare and admire you. the sun is out today, making your eyes look brighter. your lips still have some lipstick tainted on them from last night. you look tired, like everyone does when they work a graveyard shift, but your energy is high.

“i’ll see you tonight?” mike asks. “definitely. bye, abby. it was nice to meet you,” you smile down at her.

“you, too!“ she grins. you step into your car and mike unlocks his. he waits until you pull out, putting his car in reverse and backing out.

“can she come over?” abby asks. mike can’t lie, he likes that idea, but there’s no reason for you to come over to his house. even if it was to hang out with abby, which he’s sure you would say yes to in a heartbeat, but you’re so busy and the only time off you get is time to yourself. he’d hate to disrupt that.

“she’s too busy,” mike sighs. abby frowns in his rear view mirror. “okay. i like her. she’s nice and pretty.”

mike smiles a little bit. “yeah, she is.”

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part two

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pulisicsgirl · 1 year

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dad to the rescue - christian pulisic

summary: when Y/N and Christian's daughter is frightened of the doctor, Christian comes to the rescue to calm her fears

pairing: Christian Pulisic x reader

word count: 2.0k

warnings/tags: descriptions of a doctor's office, needles/injections, anxiety, lots and lots of fluff

requested: no

notes: Hey y'all! I've been feeling pretty uninspired recently, but I have more time to right now that school is out. So I decided to rewrite this old fic that I wrote several years ago for another fandom to try to get the creativity flowing! So if you read a fic similar to this for someone else years ago, no you didn't. It's definitely not my favorite thing that I've written, but hopefully, it'll get the ball rolling!

“Mommy, I don’t like the doctor. It’s scary,” Lily whimpered as you helped her climb out of her car seat and onto the pavement.

You glanced nervously over at Christian, pleading silently for his help. You were naturally a nervous person—a trait that was dialed up to 11 when it came to your daughter. You were just as terrified, if not more so, than your daughter for this visit. Knowing that she was scheduled to receive an injection, you had convinced Christian to take the day to leave training early and accompany the two of you to the appointment—he always knew how to help in these situations.

“It’s gonna be okay, sweetheart. You’ve got Mommy and Daddy here with you, and…” He trailed off, squatting down so that he was on her level, and he loudly whispered, “I hear they have toys in the waiting room!”

Lily’s face brightened instantly at his words. “D’you want to go find out?” he asked her excitedly, and Lily nodded her head quickly. Christian sprung to his feet, and the two of them raced to the door, hand-in-hand, squealing giddily as I watched them with a huge smile spreading across my face.

Christian pulled open one of the doors, letting Layla speed through and waiting behind to hold it open for me to walk through. He gestured for you to pass, muttering a short, “m’lady,” as you walked through, causing you to giggle and roll your eyes at him.

Lily was inside, trying her hardest to pull open the second set of doors, but it was too heavy for her small self. You reached forward, pulling lightly on the door, and she gasped, thinking she had finally gotten the door to budge on her own, before racing through and straight into the waiting room.

Christian followed in behind you, placing a gentle hand on your lower back. You spun around, pulling him toward you with a firm grip on his shirt and planted a long, firm kiss on his lips. When you pulled away, he had a massive grin on his face.

“What was that for?” he asked, still smirking down at you.

“No reason in particular,” you shrugged, holding back a grin of your own.

“Well, whatever I did, I should do it more often,” he leaned down, pecking your lips once again.

You swatted his chest, gently pushing him away. “You have a daughter in there that has been promised toys and playtime, so you better join her. I’ll sign her in,” you said, pointing to the door of the waiting room.

“Yes ma’am,” he retorted with a short salute, and you punched his shoulder. “Okay, okay, I’m going!” He grinned from ear to ear as he quickly joined Lily in the waiting room.

You turned around, heading to the front desk to sign in and receiving a clipboard with paperwork to fill out.

You sat in the waiting room, occupying your time by filling out the papers and occasionally glancing up to watch your husband and daughter playing enthusiastically with the toy cars. You couldn't help but smile as Christian made motor noises and loud honking sounds with his mouth as he wheeled the cars across the playmat toward Lily.

Before long, a nurse came to the door, sweetly calling out, “Lilian Pulisic?” even though the three of you were the only ones there.

“That’s us!” Christian smiled, standing from the floor and taking Lily’s hand, sensing that her nerves had quickly returned with the appearance of the nurse. As he led her over to the nurse, the fear was back on her face as she clung tightly to his arm, but she seemed to be slightly more confident as she walked with him.

The nurse weighed her and measured her height. Lily jumped up and down when the nurse told her that she’d grown 3 inches in the last year. After taking a few more measurements, the nurse led your little family into a small exam room and let you know that the doctor would be there soon.

You and Christian sat down in the chairs as you watched Lily wander the room, pointing out the various animals painted along the walls of the room. You pulled Christian’s hand into your lap, intertwining your fingers with his and gripping it tightly. Your worry for your daughter had quickly returned as you sat down in the hard, plastic chairs, and Christian sensed this, beginning to run his thumb over the back of your hand in an effort to soothe you.

A few minutes later, a young female doctor walked in, stethoscope hanging around her neck and computer in hand. Christian lifted Lily to sit on the exam table before settling back into his seat next to you.

“Hello there! You must be Lilian!” the doctor greeted warmly. “Do you go by Lilian?”

Lily remained silent, glancing nervously over at you with wide eyes.

“Go on, it’s okay,” Christian encouraged her softly.

She looked back at the doctor, replying with a quiet, “My name’s Lily.”

“Oh wow! Your name is so beautiful!” the doctor said excitedly, and a small smile appeared on Lily’s face. “Well, my name is Dr. Jones, but you can call me Anna.” Lily giggled and you could tell that she was already warming up to the doctor.

The appointment continued normally and Lily grew confident enough to answer most of the questions on her own, which caused your heart to swell with pride. Anna only turned to you and Christian to get more precise answers about Lily’s eating and sleeping habits.

Anna listened to her heart, took her blood pressure, and checked over every part of Lily’s body, from her head to her toes. Lily laughed especially hard when Anna looked in her ears (she told you between giggles that it tickles) and when she used the mallet on Lily’s leg to check her reflexes.

“Alright, we’ve just got one more thing to do and then you can go home!” Anna said as the appointment seemed to be coming to its end. “I see we’re scheduled for a vaccine today?” she asked, glancing at you and Christian for confirmation.

“Alright, so what we’re gonna do, is we’re gonna give you a little shot right here,” she explained, drawing a small circle on Lily’s left arm. “I know that sounds really scary, but it’ll feel like a little pinch, and then it’ll be over, okay?” Lily seemed a little uncertain, but otherwise fine. Anna left, but not before explaining that the nurse from before would be back in shortly and giving Lily a high five on her way out the door.

Just moments later, the nurse returned, carrying a tray with some alcohol swabs and a needle on it. The moment Lily laid eyes on the tray, she began to panic.

“Mommy, I don’t want a shot,” she cried, the tears quickly welling up in her eyes and spilling down her cheeks. You jumped up from your chair as she reached out for you, rushing to her side and hugging her tightly as she cried.

It hurt you to see her this scared. You swallowed the lump in your throat, doing your best to speak softly and calmly to her. “Shh, baby, it’s okay. You heard Dr. Jones! It’s just a small pinch and then it’s over. You can do this!”

Your words seemed to do nothing to calm Lily nerves, and she whimpered, pulling you closer by the fabric of your shirt.

You felt Christian’s hand on your back, telling you that he was standing just behind you. He placed a quick kiss on your cheek, whispering in your ear, “Here, let me.”

You stepped back, watching as Christian sat on the table next to Lily, holding your shaking daughter as she clung tightly to him. He shrugged the jacket he was wearing from his shoulders, pulling the short sleeve of his T-shirt up and over his left shoulder.

“Hey, look here,” he spoke soothingly to Lily, holding out his tattooed arm for her to look at. She slowly looked away from the nurse, who was preparing for the shot. “Tell me all of the things you see on my arm.”

Lily sniffled, wiping her nose on her sleeve, but her crying seemed to be slowing down now. She ran her small hand along his arm, trying to find something.

“There’s a tiger,” she spoke slowly. Christian turned his arm so that she could see the face of the tiger more clearly.

“Very good!” Christian exclaimed, and a small smile appeared on Lily’s face. “Now try to find something else.” He glanced at you as she continued looking, shooting you a quick smile before returning his attention back to his little girl.

Lily jumped as the nurse wiped her arm with the cold alcohol swab, her focus leaving Christian’s arm as the fear in her eyes returned.

“It’s okay. She’s just cleaning your arm,” Christian explained sweetly. “Keep looking.”

“S-some letters,” she stuttered, pointing at Christian’s wrist. He nodded with a short “mhm.” Her fingers trailed up to Christian’s shoulder. “A bird.” She brushed her fingers across his skin, down the inside of his arm. “And that’s Mike.” A short giggle fell from her lips as she reached the tattoo of the one-eyed, green monster from Monsters Inc., a movie that she had watched many times with her father.

Christian noticed the nurse uncapping the needle, and he moved to point out something else so Lily would remain distracted. He flipped his arm over, pointing to the chess piece on his forearm. “And this here is a chess piece. It’s called the queen.” Lily tapped the inked game piece with her fingers, clueless to the movements of the nurse next to her.

As the nurse put the needle in her arm, Lily whimpered quietly. She gripped Christian’s arm tightly in her small fingers, clamping her eyes shut as she let out a small cry.

But the shot was over as quickly as it had started.

“It’s over,” Christian spoke to her, kissing the top of her head while she still held tightly to his arm. Lily looked up at his face, and Christian's heart tightened a little as he wiped the tear streaks away with his thumb. “You’re okay, sweetie. We’re all done.”

The nurse put a bandage on Lily’s shoulder as Christian slipped his arms back into his jacket.

Soon enough, we were dismissed from the room, and Lily reached out for Christian to pick her up. She lifted her arms into the air toward him, wiggling her fingers with droopy eyes—clearly exhausted from the whole ordeal. She was barely awake enough in his arms to pick out a sticker before dropping her head onto his shoulder as you signed her out.

The three of you walked out the front doors of the office and to the car. Christian carefully shuffled the small girl out of his arms and into her car seat as you held the door open. Lily had managed to fall fast asleep in the time it took to reach the car.

You closed the door gently, attempting to keep from waking her up. You softly pushed Christian into the side of the car, resting your hands on both of his cheeks as you planted a firm kiss to his lips.

When you pulled back, Christian had a confused but pleased grin on his face.

“You’re incredible. You know that?” you asked as you felt his arms snake around your waist, pulling you further into his body.

“You really think so?”

You nodded in response. “You have such a way with her. I would’ve absolutely been freaking out along with her.”

He quickly kissed you again, a mischievous smile on his lips. “You know,” he started slowly, his smile only growing as he spoke. “We could always have another one.”

“Now you’re getting ahead of yourself, Pulisic,” you laughed, pulling away from him and beginning to walk around the car to get in on the passenger side. He reached to try to slap your butt as you walked away, but you jumped out of the way, dodging his hand and causing both of you to giggle as you ran around the car.

You heard him call from the other side of the vehicle. “You didn’t say no!”

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dexlexia · 5 months

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pain (as in bread) - nanami x reader

pairing: nanami kento x reader rating: 18+ summary: But still he loved you, he looked at you like you hung the stars and the moon. He was a protective lover, a kind lover. He adored you, and you in return adored him. Two halves of the same whole. But sometimes when the stress got too much, like a pot boiling over, you had no choice but to let another side of Nanami come out. tags: pwp, dom!nanami, minor hair pulling, smut, doggy style, table sex, minor spanking, rough sex, fingering, praise kink

You could tell when Nanami was stressed. You could see it in the lines of his face, the tenseness of his neck and the way his jaw would clench. He lived a stressful life, he went from sorcerer to office worker then back to sorcerer. It wasn't easy for him to balance everything.

But still he loved you, he looked at you like you hung the stars and the moon. He was a protective lover, a kind lover. He adored you, and you in return adored him. Two halves of the same whole. But sometimes when the stress got too much, like a pot boiling over, you had no choice but to let another side of Nanami come out.

It started out like every other normal day, he made you breakfast and watched you eat with content in his eyes. You noticed the small dark circles under his eyes and leaned across the table to gently kiss him before you went back to eating. When you leaned over he noticed the cleavage in your shirt and he had to take a second to compose himself. You both had a lot to do today, but as the attentive girlfriend that you were, you knew something was up.

“Kento.” You said, “You look tired.”

He sipped his coffee, “No need to worry. I'll be fine by tomorrow.” Then out his cup down before he started to eat. He knew he wasn't well, but he had too much to do. He couldn't take breaks now, he had to push through.

You reached across the table and cupped his face, you made him look at you. Those tired brown eyes looked up to you and you sighed, “Don't work overtime, I don't care if Gojo or whoever tries to convince you otherwise. Come home to me and I'll make sure you're taken care of.”

“The word.” He said, “What's the word?”

“Pain.” You responded, then smiled, “We need to pick a new word. It makes it sound like I'm asking for you to give me pain, not the safeword of bread.” You rubbed his cheek with your thumb.

“Well, when I'm finished with you. Usually you are in a bit of pain. So I guess it's only fitting.” He placed a hand over your hand on his face, “If it gets too much, you know what to say.”

“Pain or bread.” You responded, "Pain means slow down, bread means stop.“ You pulled away from his face but kept your gaze on him, ”I'll do whatever it takes to relieve your stress.”

Nanami exhaled deeply, he could already feel the tension leave his shoulders, “Thank you, honey. I love you.”

You smiled as you brought your cup to your lips, “Love you too, sir.” Then you took a large gulp of your morning coffee. When you pulled the cup away from your face, you could see those brown eyes still on you. Nanami was so good to you, so why would you not return the favour?

Surprisingly Nanami came home on time, you were in one of his shirts with not much else on underneath. You had put your hair up to keep it out of your eyes when it came time to get intimate. It wasn't much, but it was something easy to get out of when the playtime started.

He stayed in his work clothes while he settled on the couch. He took off his suit jacket and folded it over the arm of the couch. You went over to grab him a hard drink and happily handed over the glass to him. Before you could turn away, he grabbed you by the wrist.

“Come here.” He said, “Sit on my lap.” Then guided you closer to him where you sat down on his lap. You sat so gently as if you were going to hurt him, it was almost cute. He took a sip of his drink and held the glass to your lips, “Say the word again.”

You took a sip of the hard liquor and winced at the burn. You swallowed it down and said, “Pain.”

“Pain as in?”

“Bread.” You leaned up against him, the shirt rode up and exposed more of your body to him. He got a good eyeful of your white panties underneath. You rested your head on his shoulder and let him drink.

“Good girl.” He said as he watched you relax. He took another sip before he put the glass on the table beside him. He craned his neck so he could kiss you while his hand reached between your legs. His lips were in your ear as he said softly, “Such a good girl, always ready for me. You know how to be so good to me. A well behaved little girl who craves cock.” His other hand found its way into your hair as he pulled at the strands with a bit of force.

“Yes, sir.” You moaned as he started to rub your pussy over your white panties. A blush rose to your cheeks as he pleasured you. You moaned a little more which only encouraged him. He yanked your head back further as he started to kiss at your neck. You could feel the smoothness of his face against your cheek as he dove into your neck.

He grabbed your pussy roughly and as a result pressed against your clit which made your hips buck as a result. The pleasure was overwhelming already and this was only the start. Nanami liked it rough when he got stressed, he liked it when he saw you wince the next morning. It got a rise out of him.

You rolled your hips up against him, you felt his erection press up against you. The heat in your cheeks grew as the air of the room grew warmer. You started to unbutton the shirt and soon you were in nothing but a simple bra and panties.

”Bend over.“ He said.

“Yes, sir.” You responded as he let go of you. You got up and bent over the sturdy wooden coffee table next to the books Nanami left there. You wiggled your ass invitingly and he quickly reached over and laid a hard slap across your left cheek.

“Behave.” He warned.

“Yes, sir.” You complied. You rested your head on your arms as you kept your ass in the air for him. You jolted when he gave you another hard smack on the ass, you even squeezed your eyes shut for a moment from the semi-intense blow.

“Good girl.” He said as he started to unbuckle his belt. He admired the shape of your ass, you were perfect for him. Normally such a strong willed woman until you got into the bedroom with him. Nanami prided himself on being a gentleman, especially compared to some of his colleagues. But there was something darker inside of him that needed to come out once in a while. And you were more than happy to let him show that side.

He grabbed your ass roughly so much that the grip was bordering on bruising. He pulled his hand away to get his cock out of his pants. When you heard the zipper go down, you swallowed.

"You're perfect." He said, “The most perfect girl I've ever met. You're all mine.” He then pulled down your panties to your ankles and started to finger you while he stroked his cock.

“I'm yours, Kento!” You moaned, his fingers were thick and well calloused. There was a roughness to them that made your eyes roll back as he moved rapidly.

He kept the same pace as he stroked his cock, it was painfully hard in his hand. His breathing came out in heavy pants as he pleasured the both of you.Your noises filled the air as you tried to roll your hips in time with his movements just to get that little bit of extra pleasure.

He gripped tightly on the base of his cock then moved up, the pleasure coursed through his veins. He could only imagine what you were feeling at that moment. The pleasure that was going through your body, he knew he could be rough but you loved it all the same.

“It feels so good, sir.” You moaned as you arched your back. He inserted another finger and your eyes rolled back a little from the sensation of the digits inside of you. You moaned into your arms and bucked your hips to get more of his fingers inside of you. You wanted them deep.

“That's a good girl. You are perfect.”He curled his fingers inside of you, causing a furth stretch which only made you more wet. He enjoyed the noises you made, the sweet melody of pants and moans as he pleasured you.

His cock was throbbing, his skin felt moist and warm. He couldn't take it much longer. He pulled his fingers out much to your protest and quickly replaced it with his cock. Which he slammed into you harshly. Your moan got caught in your throat as he started to move in and out of you.

The sounds of sex filled the air, the slapping of skin and the squelching of him burying his cock inside of you. He yanked on your hair so much more, and grabbed your ass. His movements were so rough that the clip that held your hair up fell out and clattered to the floor.

“Such a good girl.”He groaned, “You're my good girl. Forever.” He leaned over you, his body was so much bigger than yours. He made you feel so small and defenceless when he rammed into you the way that he did.

Your heart hammered in your chest as you gripped onto the smooth surface of the table. You moaned into the backs of your wrists as you let pleasure wash over you. Your breathing was rapid and for the most part your brain drew to a blank. You relied on instinct as he moved in and out of you.

“I'm yours, sir. I'll always be yours. Till the end of time, I don't want anyone else!” You whined as you arched your back. It left your neck exposed which he started to kiss feverishly.

Your stomach twisted as he moved in and out of you. There was nothing quite like this feeling, there was something so erotic about having him like this. This feeling was something that you marvelled in. You moaned loudly into your arms and arched your back further.

He slapped your ass a few more times, he left a decent bruise on your skin as he continued to ram into you further. His heart raced in his chest, his shirt clung to his back from the sweat. He pushed the hair out of his eyes as he breathed deeply. His jaw clenched as he moved. His cock was buried deep inside of you, he knew he was bruising you inside and out.

“My girl.” He said with a possessive tone to his voice. The knowledge that you were his made a shiver go down his spine. He loosened his tie a little to get some relief then he continued to hold your hair and grip onto you tightly.

You moaned loudly, the feeling of pleasure was overwhelming. Your legs shook with anticipation for the climax. You gripped onto the smooth wood for some leverage but found none. You knew you were going to ache in the morning, but what did you expect?

The electricity between you two was undeniable. The feeling of pleasure coursed through you both as your climaxes neared. Nanami kept his motion, his cock buried deep inside of you. His breathing was nothing more than pants as he thrusted a few more times.

And with one final thrust you both climaxed at the same time, the sheer force of pleasure made you almost scream into the table. Nanami soon pulled out, cum leaked out of you and onto the floor. The stresses of his life seemed to vanish as the chemical reaction from the pleasure made him relax.

But he could tell that you wanted more, you always wanted more. So he reached towards you once more and gripped your hair tightly. He yanked your head so you were upright once more on shaky legs.

He leaned down into you, his hot breath into your ear, “I'm giving you ten seconds to get into the bedroom. If not you'll be covered in carpet burns when I'm done with you. Now what's the word?”

“Pain... As in bread.”

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SPARKS haitani rindou

nsfw (smut) mdni, hurt/comfort, family dynamic

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part iii / but i promise you this; i'll always look out for you.

5:30pm. Haitani Rindou is tapping his foot on the marble floor impatiently as he waits in the very long line of . . . eight people, to clock out of work. He checks his watch and eyes the clock on the wall.

Can time move any faster than this? Can everyone just hurry up already?

He's checking his phone every second too. Are there any more messages from you? Have you called? Oh, you didn't.

His heart fills with worry as he chews on his lip and bites off the dry, peeling skin. He internally facepalms a little when he realises what he'd just done -- you'll nag at him when he comes home with a chapped lip later, he thinks, and that has somehow made him feel a little bit better of being stuck in this situation. Though he's not angry, because he's got a good reason to leave.

Rindou always goes home at 6pm -- the main reason being he can't stand queuing up for the sake of going home at clock out hour sharp. The line is always so long and he has to stand there for at least fifteen minutes carrying his heavy briefcase with at least ten people ahead of him? He doesn't do that.

Haitani Rindou doesn't do that but for one exception.

Wife (stink)

honey

pls pick baby up later

i cant do it today

One missed voice call from you at 5:13pm

One declined voice call from Wife (stink) at 5:15pm

You

R u ok?

Need me to pick u?

Wife (stink)

im ok

i'll c u at home

Rindou sighs and locks the screen, worried eyes taking a quick glance at the Always on Display of him carrying his bubbly daughter in his arms, you're standing beside them with a bright smile and the three of you are wearing matching Minnie Mouse themed headbands (that Sakiya insisted with chubby hands that you all buy -- and of course, her father could never say no, despite the little hesitation of being put in the spotlight). The photo was taken at USJ last summer and his heart warms at the sight along with the memories that came with it.

He shoves the phone into his pocket and blinks tiredly.

It's unusual for you to only text him; you always call first then subject to texting if he doesn't pick up, unless it's for dumb little things like teasing him for taking the wrong car to work or leaving behind his bento on the counter.

(you: y u take my car 😾 *photo attached of your Volkswagen missing from the basement parking* him: Lazy to change the keys 🦤 Take my bmw)

(you: did u not wanna eat it. *photo attached of his bento on the counter* him: Forgot to take *next message* 🧎🏻‍♂️🙇🏻‍♂️🙏🏻💔😢)

(him: Forgot to turn off the lights you: haha dumbass him: 😑)

So for you to text him to pick up your daughter for the day is very out of the ordinary and you've also declined his calls too. Sakiya is usually your responsibility to pick up after work at 5:30pm sharp, mainly because Rindou gets busy easily and you are more flexible with the timing at work. It’s a last minute notice that he has to suddenly leave the office earlier than usual and he thinks of his baby who is waiting patiently for him to come at daycare.

“Hi, this is Haitani Rindou, the father of Haitani Sakiya. Can you pass the phone to her? It’s urgent.” He says into the speaker while shoving his belongings into his briefcase in a rush.

“Please wait a moment, sir.” The woman on the other line puts him on hold and looks behind at the sea of children that are running around the field. Rindou hears the screams and cheers of little children and figures it is outdoor playtime now.

“Daddy?” The soft voice of his daughter echoes through the speaker after a moment and he immediately perks up at it. “‘Kiya, did mommy call you?”

“No, why?” “I will pick you up later, okay? Mommy is busy.”

“Okay.”

“But I will be a bit late, wait for me 'n don't follow anybody, okay?"

“Okay, Sakiya will wait.”

Rindou clears his throat and slots in his employee card when it's his turn at the machine. He's in the process of clocking out of the system when a soft voice sounds from behind.

"You're leaving early today, Haitani-san?" He glances at the direction of the voice and sees Ōe Saya -- Saya-san, the bookkeeper of his department holding her bag with two hands and wide eyes.

"Yeah, gotta pick up my kid now." He says while waiting for the loading screen and she grins wider at the mention of his daughter. "I see. How old is she again? The last time I saw her, she was about 2 right?"

"Yeah," Rindou is instantly reminded of the marking you made just yesterday on the wall of the living room that is labelled 87cm, Sakiya, Spring 2023.

Though a short girl, his baby's grew up so fast.

"She's turning 4 this year."

He doesn't want her to.

"'My God, she's so big already. Kids grow so quick these days, right, Miya?" Saya-san turns around to beam at Sasaki Miya, his other colleague and also the mother of Sakiya's daycare friend, Kazu-chan.

"I know . . . My boy is already 5 this year, it all happens in just a blink of an eye!"

He exits the screen and pulls out his employee card, stepping out of the way for Saya-san to move forward when Miya-san questions his quiet figure, "isn't it your wife that usually picks up Sakiya-chan? What happened today?" He briefly recalls that you and Miya-san are close acquaintances because of your children's little friendship in daycare.

"Something came up, so she can't go." Rindou says, voice quiet with a hint of worry and she picks up on it. "I see . . . Is she okay?”

Rindou answers her with a scratch to his forehead. "She's fine . . . Probably."

After a thirty-minute delay from being stuck in the gruesome jam, Rindou finally manages to park his car in front of the daycare center.

He swiftly turns off the engine and rushes out of his BMW the moment he spots a familiar light pink jacket sitting on the front porch. Rindou’s feet brings him closer and he sees a woman, probably the teacher, sitting beside with an arm wrapped around his daughter as she cries softly. Her little hands are hidden in her jacket and he spots the ears of her worn out bunny plush toy he bought for her when she was a year old peeking from beneath.

“‘Kiya.” Her father calls. The little girl looks up through her lashes and the tears come running down like waterfall at the sight of him. “Daddy.” Sakiya runs on her little feet and hops into his warm arms. Rindou kisses her head while unconsciously covering her tiny body with his coat.

She’s so, so cold.

Rindou feels at peace when he finally has his daughter in his embrace. He shushes her softly with a rock and she slowly quiets down upon hearing her father's gentle voice.

“I’m really sorry for having her out in the cold. She wanted to wait outside and wouldn’t go in. ‘Said she wanted to see you when you’re here.” Her teacher apologises with a deep bow. “It’s okay, thank you for being with her.” The little girl who is clinging onto him for dear life feels a warm breath blow into her neck. She whimpers at the contact, “Sakiya waited.” and babbles between sniffles.

Not outside for me, silly girl.

“It’s okay, I'm here now. Don’t cry.” Rindou coos while wiping her tears away and readjusts her jacket -- her favourite one that you bought for her at a trip to Yokohama a few months ago -- to keep her warmer and he vaguely sees the resemblance between his baby and her mother.

Both a crybaby. He chuckles at it.

Rindou figures she's crying because she isn't used to not getting picked up on time. The sky is already dark out and she is probably worried sick as she waits and waits and waits.

He feels his chest tightening.

“Let’s go, baby.” Rindou shields Sakiya from the cold spring wind and she buries her face into his thick coat while the two hurry into his car. He turns on the heater and eyes his daughter through the rearview mirror who is sitting quietly in her carseat, hugging her bunny while sniffling.

Rindou feels bad.

". . . 'Kiya, do you want dango?"

Her ears perk up at the sound of her favourite, favourite snack.

But a beat passes and Sakiya is blinking at her father -- probably pondering whether or not Mommy would approve of this. "Daddy, Sakiya just had dango at school."

But her father smirks a little through the rear view mirror. "Mommy won't know."

She shows her father a toothy grin.

"Okay."

And he starts driving.

That's my little girl.

It's around 6:40 in the evening when Rindou steps out of the elevator with his bubbly daughter holding an almost-finished dango stick in her hand.

"D'ya wanna help me with the dishes after?" "Yes!"

The duo are having a short conversation on their plans for the night when they hear Baa-chan, the friendly widow who lives next door push her front gate open while holding a heavy trash bag in her hand.

"Oh, Rindou-kun, you’re home." She greets with a warm smile. "Hello, Sakiya-chan." The said man puts his daughter down on her feet and the little girl runs forward to bow to her favourite grandma, "hello, Baa-chan! ただいま！"

Rindou takes the trash bag from her hand, “I’ll get it.” while grabbing the now empty dango stick in Sakiya’s hands to throw it in the general bin a few metres away.

When he returns, he sees Baa-chan handing a strawberry daifuku in a white plate to Sakiya and she hugs her legs in gratefulness. “For you, sweetie. Eat this after dinner, okay?” The girl nods feverishly while admiring the pretty dessert held in her little hands.

“Have you eaten, Baa-chan?” Rindou questions softly while unlocking his front gate with the keycard. “Not yet. I haven't had the appetite." He frowns at her reply. "Eat now, otherwise you're gonna have stomach pain again." He nags at the older lady and she simply laughs while patting his arm. "Okay, okay. You nag so much, boy. I'm starting to think you are my son."

He smiles a little at that. Baa-chan reminds him a lot of his late grandmother who used to take care of him and Ran when they were younger in their Roppongi home. Perhaps it is why Rindou is always caring for her in subtle ways, either nagging at her to take care of herself or helping her with the lightbulb she wanted to change.

Baa-chan and Sakiya are chit-chatting about their day as Rindou gets down on one knee to help Sakiya take off her little shoes. Her Hello Kitty bag is threatening to fall off his shoulder and his daughter helps him to readjust it properly with sticky fingers.

"I learnt how to write Katakana today!" "Oh, really? Which one is your favourite?" "Ummmm, I only remember ア and ワ . . ." "That's okay, sweetie. Take your time."

Sakiya steps up onto the platform of the entrance and Rindou hands her her own shoes, "you wanna put it up?" She balances her plate of daifuku in one hand and grips her white shoes with the other, before placing it down on the mini rack that is made for all her footwear. "Done!"

Rindou is about to stand back up when Baa-chan hurriedly pulls on the sleeve of his thick coat, suddenly remembering about the thing she wanted to say.

“Oh, before you go, Rindou-kun,” he looks at Baa-chan who has a worried expression on her face. “I was reorganising my shoes earlier and saw your wife come home, around 6. She didn’t look too good, but I didn’t ask. She did give me some Meiji biscuits and Ocha to enjoy, though.” She points inside with a chuckle and Rindou blinks. “Did she look sick?”

“Oh, I know it when a girl is having a bad day. Poor baby cried, I can tell.”

He stands back up on his feet and scratches his head. Baa-chan giggles at his antics before pointing to Sakiya with a soft voice only meant for him to hear. "You can bring her over for the weekend if needed, I can use the company. Have a little break and take care of your wife first."

Rindou understands what she is hinting at. To take care of you before doing anything else.

He nods at it.

“Okay, thanks for tellin' me.” He unlocks his front door and ushers Sakiya inside.

“Goodnight, Baa-chan!" The little voice shouts from the entrance and the grandma laughs with a wave to her figure.

After Rindou has made sure she has entered her house and locked the door, he kicks off his shoes and enters his home.

His heavy briefcase drops on the floor with a thud with Sakiya’s bag on top and he dumps his car keys and keycard beside yours that is scattered messily on the counter.

Rindou's purple orbs scans around.

The house is never this quiet when you’re home.

He hears the soft padding of Sakiya’s sock-clad feet and watches as she heads straight to the fridge to put in her melting daifuku. “Daifuku, daifuku~” She sings and Rindou leaves her to it. He checks around and sees your bedroom door slightly ajar.

"'Kiya, wash your hands 'n take off your jacket 'n socks, okay?" He says while heading over to your bedroom. "Okay."

He pushes the door open with a creak,

and Rindou finds you crying in your bed.

The room is dark, you're laying on your side with nothing on except for your underwear and thick blankets are bunched up around your waist. Rindou hears the little cries and sniffles sounding from you and hurriedly hovers over your limp body on the bed.

Rindou calls your name twice, testing the waters as he grabs at your shoulders to get you to face him. You continue sobbing and don't look at him but instead hide your face further into the pillow, black mascara tainting the white sheets and he frowns.

You're not conscious.

"Come on, love." He pulls at your body again. "Look at me." And when he finally sees your messy face, Rindou places a warm kiss to your forehead with a hand behind your neck, the other holding your trembling hand. You immediately cling on to him at the familiar feeling of your husband and cry into his neck.

"I lost my job."

What?

"I lost my job, baby. 'M sorry, 'm so sorry."

Your cries are so loud. You are so sad. You're babbling apologies to him and he doesn't know what's going on.

You? Losing your job? All of a sudden? How?

His own breaths are getting ragged too as Rindou attempts to calm you down with two strong arms wrapped around your frail figure and his kisses to your face don't stop.

The last time Rindou has heard you cry like this was when he raised his voice at you during a fight and immediately got on his knees to apologise. That was five years ago.

"I'm home. You're okay. It's okay." He assures and brushes your messy and sweaty hair away. Rindou helps you to sit up only for you to plop back down and bury yourself in the blankets.

You don't want to move. Your cries don't stop either.

He observes you and feels his heart shattering. It's one of the very few times where he is clueless on what to do, what to say.

He comes up with a plan quick and pulls a wet tissue from the nightstand and wipes your face with it. Your snot, your tears, your ruined makeup . . . He wipes them off one by one patiently.

Your fingers are hooped around his tight and he sits on his knee. You want him to stay and he knows. Rindou really wants to, but he also acknowledges the little figure that's standing by the door to your bedroom.

"Daddy." You pull on his hand with a sniffle when he moves to get himself standing and he bites his lip. Sakiya is holding her bunny while looking at the two of you with wide eyes.

"Is mommy okay?"

He knows Sakiya is hungry, but you need him too.

"Wait a little, baby." Rindou says to his daughter and she nods at his words, standing there and watches her parents with careful eyes -- her father rushes into the bathroom to wet a small towel and wipes her mother's face with it.

She hears him whisper so softly to you.

Rindou noses at your rosy cheeks.

"'M sorry, pretty, I'll be back." He pecks your wobbly lips twice while cupping your face, his actions gentle when holding you. You whimper. "Gotta feed 'Kiya first. I'll be back." He kisses his promise to your lips.

You nod and he hops off the bed before throwing the towel into the laundry bag. If he stays a second longer, he doesn't think he'll ever get moving.

He eyes you one last time before carrying a confused Sakiya up from the ground and into his arms.

"Mommy will be okay. We'll eat first, yeah? Don't worry."

Rindou's heart tears apart into two when he hears your cries grow louder as he closes the door.

I need you.

I know. I'll be back.

And Rindou did, in fact, fulfil his promise.

Because after feeding Sakiya dinner and helping her get cleaned up for the night, he quickly tucks her into bed and goes straight into your bedroom where he sees your pouty figure unclasping your black bra and aiming it to the bathroom.

"Hey." Rindou walks over with a sigh and sits down. You scratch on the skin underneath your breasts with yawn. It's been a long day. He looks at you and notices your red, puffy eyes with the remains of dried up bits of mascara sitting on your eyelashes. His fingers move to pick them away.

"Hi." Your voice cracks when you crawl into his lap. You don't say anything more but listen to his calming heartbeat as you unbutton the top of his dress-shirt, revealing the prettiest tattoo that you have ever seen in your life. Your pointer immediately moves to trace on the black patterns inked into his perfect sun-kissed skin.

Rindou cups his palms on your pantie-clad butt and his dry lips grazes your collarbone. ". . . Wanna talk 'bout it?"

You're silent as you think about the weight of your words.

"I got laid off." Few of his rough, calloused fingers scratches its fingernails up to your itchy bra-indented skin and you sigh at the relief. "Why?"

"They terminated my contract. On a Friday too. Somethin' 'bout the company not needing so many employees right now, so they picked a few 'n terminated us. Effective immediately. They also agreed to pay us a hefty 'mount as compensation, but . . ." You wet his neck again with a trembling pout. "I actually liked my job, baby."

Losing a job is hard. Feeling like you're not needed and appreciated when you enjoy being there is also hard. You think of the risks your family will be facing now that only one parent is bringing in active income and you cry harder.

It's gonna be hard looking for a career now in this economy, in this city. Other than working as a part-timer when you were still in schooling age, office work is all you've ever done. You don't have any prior experiences in other industries.

Until then, you don't want to burden Rindou.

"'Sokay, you worked hard." He kisses your neck and pats your back while rocking your body up and down, back and forth softly. You feel like a baby in his arms. At ease, calm, and peaceful. "You done your best."

"Stay home for now?" He asks.

You nod.

"'M so tired." You blink away the tears. Though not wanting to burden Rindou by staying home, it is all you feel like doing for now. You don't think you have the mental and physical capacity to move anymore. You just want to spend the rest of your days warming up in his embrace and patting your daughter to sleep. "'Don't wanna move."

"Then stay home. You've been working your entire life."

"But I don't want to burden you."

"You won't." He knows the exact thoughts that are running through your mind and is quick to shut them down. "Take a break, nothing wrong wit' 'dat. 'M fine with whatever you wanna do from now on."

Your look at him while he continues whispering subtle words of affirmation in your ear and to your neck where he presses kiss after kiss on the skin; a habit he's picked up ever since Sakiya was born and the little girl will only stop crying after she hears her father's soft 'I love you'.

Tired fingers move to feel the skin on his face. Every growing wrinkle, every acne scar, every permanent memory he's gotten from fighting, you feel them one by one with love and slowly, they finally land on his lips that has triggered you to raise a brow.

"You peelin' your lips again?"

He bites on one of your fingers and you yelp. "Old habits never die, baby."

This man is trying to play it off.

Prepare yourself for it, big guy.

Rindou closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

"Tsk, I told you to quit it. It's either you stop peelin' on it or you sleep on the couch tonight. Did you even use the lip balm I bought you? My guess is you didn't."

You continue to nag and his mind runs back to last week when he discovered that the same exact balm you mentioned was missing. It was nowhere to be found; his car, the house, his office . . . It was gone. And so he secretly used yours after shower and kissed you on the lips so sweetly that you didn't even realise.

"See, 's all flaky now." Your frown as your finger grazes on it and you physically cringe at the feeling. "Sorry, love." Rindou apologises with a smirk and you grow suspicious, so you inch away only for him to keep you in place. "My lips' been dry all day 'cause they were missin' yours." And he leans in to capture them in his and you smile into the kiss while swatting him away.

"You cheesy old man."

Loud laughter echoes in the bedroom while he carries you in his arms to the bathroom.

No matter ten years, five hundred years, a millennia, eons . . . Rindou's dry, flaky lips will always continue its pathway in searching after yours.

Rindou babies you the entire night. He bathes you, feeds you dinner (vegetable soup, rice and some side dishes), and helps you with your nightly routine -- the anti-aging Shiseido moisturiser you've started using since last year, the drugstore-bought body lotion you absolutely adore, the expensive hair oil Miwa recommended you use . . . He's never missed a single step.

You bury yourself further into his body when he dries your slightly wet hair with a soft towel.

Rindou feels like he's forgetting something.

"When is baby's next appointment with the doctor?" His voice is quiet when he asks.

Just what am I missing?

Your mind runs at his question, "'think it's this Sunday." You grab your phone and check the calendar.

Sakiya has been struggling with sensitive skin lately. It itches and gets flaky and she's always scratching at her cheeks and hands. She has random appointments every few weeks to check in on her condition and the doctor assigns her vitamins or creams depending on how severe it is.

At first you thought it was just the weather that's causing her this issue, but after a trip to the doctor it's revealed that her condition is caused by genetics. You both figure she's followed after Rindou because he used to struggle with sensitive skin when he was younger too.

You remember how Rindou got so guilty when he found out because Sakiya got his condition too and is always doing what he used to do back then -- scratching at the itchy skin until it's red and peeling. It'll leave scars. He knows her feelings which is why he's always taken charge of taking care of her skin.

His eyes flicker to the various Cetaphil and Sebamed products for Sakiya to use and a small container of cream sitting on top of the cupboard next to the dresser.

Oh.

It's crossed his mind today.

"Fuck, I forgot her cream."

You blink. "I'll do it."

You hop off his lap and fix the loose strap of your silk nightgown before grabbing the container off the cupboard and pad to your daughter's room.

You find that she isn't sleeping and instead, playing with her toys with the lamp on her nightstand in a dim setting. Rindou must've taught her that. She's a quick learner, too.

"Mommy," Sakiya calls out softly when you enter and you sit down beside her on the carpet. "Hi, baby."

She immediately crawls into your lap, her toys long forgotten and rests her head on your soft mounds.

To you, it seemed like she was simply resting her head there, but to Sakiya . . .

"Mommy okay?" She starts pushing her left ear to your chest. Then the right one when she doesn't find the thing she wanted. "Let Sakiya hear." You grow confused. "Hmm? What do you want to hear?"

"Sakiya hear if mommy is okay. Sakiya can know."

Tears accumulate in your eyes and you press a kiss to her forehead and brush her soft hair back.

My silly little girl.

"Mommy okay?" She asks again with wide eyes.

You don’t like lying to her.

So you don't.

"Mommy will be okay."

You never lie to Sakiya.

"Soon?" "Soon."

"C'mere." You say and she looks up again with pretty wide eyes. Eyes that look a lot like Rindou's. You spread the cooling cream gently on her dry cheeks and hands, not wanting to trigger the itch. "Did you scratch again?" You check on her skin and she pouts, "itchy."

"Mommy told you not to scratch." "Itchy." She repeats and you pinch her nose. She giggles at it.

You observe your baby who's sitting quietly in your lap, hugging her favourite bunny and blinking at you.

Raising Sakiya as first-time parents was hard, especially when she was still a newborn. You remember how she was crying all the time and Rindou and you didn't know what was the issue. Slowly, by time, as Sakiya grew up, she learnt how to regulate her emotions better through your patient teachings and is always a quiet, well-behaved girl when in public. She latches on to her father when you're not around and speaks in short little sentences when needed.

When you're done, you cup her chubby cheeks gently and smile when she looks up at you with those pretty, purple eyes. Her red, pouty lips shimmer under the nightlight and you peck her there.

"You look more and more like your daddy every day." You say that with another kiss to her soft, soft cheeks. You don't mind that some of the cream are getting on your lips, all you care about is showing your affection to your daughter who is happily drowning in it. You hold her hand and kiss her palm, her fingers, and she grins brightly.

"Really?" "Yeah. Look at your eyes. You're daddy's girl, aren't you?"

"I'm mommy's girl too." Sakiya babbles in her sweet voice and you pull her close to sniff on her scent. You don't think you'll ever get tired of smelling her. There's a certain smell to babies that is so, so endearing, you're sure every mother in the world agrees with you. Though faint, it is still there, and it is proof to you that this is your baby.

"Of course you are. You're my baby."

"I'm mommy's baby."

Rindou is busy fighting back his own tears while listening in on the two of you by the door. Neither of you notice he is there and he doesn't make his presence known. He continues to observe the two of you whispering little words to each other with a warm heart and soft smile.

He doesn't want this moment to end and prays to Heavens that he'll carry on this memory forever.

When you return to bed after tucking Sakiya in, Rindou is already getting comfortable and waiting for you. "She's asleep?"

"Yup, went to Dodo-land like the speed of light." You mimic her use of words with a little laugh before hopping into bed and into his arms. "Won't be wakin' up anytime soon, I think."

"Daddy, I think I want Dodo-land now." Sakiya mumbles with droopy eyes and he stifles a laugh before carrying her to bed.

"Who the hell taught her that?" Rindou laughs when he returns and sits down on the couch beside you with the TV playing. You shake your head with a chuckle, "dunno. But my bet is on Miwa."

(He never tells you but you just know it is his daughter's use of the term 'Dodo-land' that has sparked his interest in the dodo bird emoji which he now frequently uses in text. Also, Miwa did in fact teach your daughter the term 'Dodo-land.' But Rindou accused Ran when over at his house and got a smack to his head when he jokingly confronted Ran about it.)

Your dress sways with you when you move around to get comfortable in bed.

Rindou immediately wraps his long limbs around your body and travel a sneaky hand up under your nightgown to grip on your thigh, then your ass and he lands a slap on the fat.

"Tsk, 's cold, don't." You shiver when the cold air hits your skin and he pinches your ass. "No worries. I'll get you warm real quick." He smirks, nosing at your cheeks.

"We've got the whole night, don't we?"

The pretty nightgown you're wearing is one he chose for you on a shopping date. You were looking to buy for something comfortable to sleep in until he held the silk in front of you, hanging from his hands. "Try." And he immediately told the sales lady to wrap it up for you after you came out of the fitting room looking like an absolute Greek goddess.

You know it drives him nuts to see you in it every time. And you like using it to your advantage.

You bite your lip with lustful eyes staring at up his that mirrors your gaze.

It's been a while since the two of you have shared any form of intimacy (other than kissing and hugging), with work taking up most your time, and having Sakiya around and more intelligent now harbours a very risky risk. Every time the two of you are about to get it on, Sakiya will be knocking on the door asking for either her father or you.

". . . My kid's a cockblocker." He grumbles one night when you both got interrupted again because Sakiya couldn't open the door to her toilet. He comes back moody and his dick soft. "Don't say that, Rin!" Though mean, you can't help but laugh loudly at his statement.

It's been a while, and he knows. Which is why he isn't rushing into it despite your constant sleepy whines and babbles of him hurrying it up.

He kisses your pout away, "patience, baby."

There's a teasing smirk plastered on his lips and you feel his thumb rub around slowly on your pussy, spreading the growing slick everywhere before pushing it up to your clit.

You moan loudly when he gently presses down on the sensitive, sticky nub. The littlest frictions and touches can send you straight into heaven and it makes you blush.

You haven't felt like this in a while.

"Rin . . ." You reach down and attempt move his hand, to make him do something more -- anything. Anything for him to pull down his joggers and fuck you already.

"I know, baby. I gotta prep you first."

He admires the stretch marks and scars on your lower abdomen from when you had Sakiya. He thinks it's so, so pretty and he tells you just that. You blush, face growing even redder when he kisses on the skin before he sinks down to face your pussy and wraps his arms under your thigh, pulling and adjusting your body before swiftly diving in to make out with your cunt.

Rindou hums and groans and moans as he gives little kitten licks, shoves his tongue in your hole and tastes your sweet nectar in his mouth and he cums in his pants when you tug on his hair and mewl his name as you reach your euphoric high.

Your husband kisses you to sleep after three mind-blowing orgasms later.

It's a Saturday noon when Rindou returns back from Baa-chan's after sending Sakiya over for the day. Taku-chan -- Baa-chan's grandson and Sakiya's playmate since they were babies -- is over as well and she immediately lightens up when she spots the boy drinking a glass of milk in the kitchen. "Taku-chan!" "Hi!"

You have just woken up from a nap and he could tell it's one of the best based on the sleep marks indented on the side of your face and neck.

"Hey." He plops down on his left side beside you with a hand massaging your back, waiting for you to wake up slowly.

He moves his hand down and taps beats on your ass and it jiggles with each pat. He squeezes one into his hand and you smirk tiredly, “‘sup, big guy?”

Your voice after waking up is always so sexy. Rindou finds himself growing hot when he sees your half-lidded eyes peering up at him through your lashes. It's not the first time yet it makes his palms clammy and breath stuttering.

He feels like a teenage boy again.

"Sakiya's next door. Taku-chan is over too." He clears his throat while taking a quick peep at your soft lips. "So?"

"Whole day free." He flashes you a boxy smile that always makes you laugh and you chuckle into the pillow. "Okay."

Rindou helps you regain your senses first before softly tugging you from the bed. You hum confusedly and he nods his head to the window.

"Weather's nice. Let's go out."

That afternoon, Rindou heads to the car storage unit he rented somewhere in Akihabara and drives out his adored GTR he used to flaunt around when he was younger. You sit in the passenger -- your seat, or your throne, as Ran liked to call it -- as he drives you both over to Ginza for shopping the whole day.

Rindou buys you whatever you touch and feel and smile at. You insist you don't need them but in the end you still happily swiped his card and walked out the luxury stores with thick, nice-feeling paper bags worth at least ¥200,000 in them anyway.

You're especially hoarding at the bag of Mikimoto when he offered to help you hold your stuff. "I'll hold this." You dump the heavy bags of Burberry, Issey Miyake and Cartier in his hands and he lets you off with a smirk. You simply rush off to the next store with a blush.

It's dinner time when you pouted at him that you were hungry after a whole day of shopping and he doesn't tell you a thing about your next destination despite your very annoying questions until you start to notice the familiar road he's taking and soon, you see the beautiful skyline of the city you have long loved emerge.

You are back in Roppongi.

You admire the scenery you have deemed precious since you were young through the tinted windows and he observes you from the corner of his eyes. "It's changed a lot here." You murmur and he hums. You haven't been back here in ages.

The growing buildings and skyscrapers, the pretty night neon lights flashing brightly and you see so many people having the time of their lives.

It makes you feel so nostalgic.

When Rindou parked his car at a familiar sidewalk, you hurriedly exit the car and slam the heavy door shut before running over to the busy man who is still there after all these years.

"Taka-jii!"

A man in his early 60s looks up from the pot of stew he's cooking with wide eyes when he hears a mature yet so familiar feminine voice yelling at his nickname. A nickname he hasn't heard since a very long, long time ago.

Everyone else simply calls him Takabe or Ji-chan. And only one person ever calls him that.

He immediately grins when your coat-covered body waddles over to him with a bright smile.

"Taka-jii, I'm here!"

Takabe-san, or Taka-jii as you liked to call him, is the old man who runs the night ramen stall you and Rindou both frequented when you were still teenagers. Takabe-san was younger back then, of course.

"いらしゃいませ！How long has it been, you two?"

"Six years, I suppose." Rindou answers while you're busy snooping around beside Takabe-san behind the stall and grabbing at a lone fresh stick of dango the moment you land your eyes on it. Takabe-san lets you. You've been doing this since you were young and he grins at the flashing memory.

"You wanna know something, girl?" You raise both brows at him while munching on the matcha flavoured one. "I stopped selling dango a few years ago, but something in my head said to sell just one today. I have just made this and you came. Guess this is my answer as to why." He pats your head like a child and you grin.

"It's my daughter's favourite too."

"Good Lord, and you have a kid now? You never told me that!" His eyes flicker to your husband who is smiling brightly while busy searching for a photo of your daughter on his phone to show the man.

You and Rindou spend hours catching up with Takabe-san and finally, when it's time to leave, you hug the man like he is your father. "Food's on me, kiddos." You sniffle at the nickname and he laughs airily with a warm arm around your shoulder. "Go on! Don't cry. Jii-chan will always be here when you guys come, now that's a promise from me, alright?"

You two leave with warm hearts.

It's late into the night when Rindou drives you to the spot in Roppongi. Not much people knows about this place other than the two of you, Ran and Miwa, and a few of their other friends.

This spot gives the viewers a very wide scenery of Roppongi and nothing leaves their sight. The Tokyo Tower shines brightly in the night and you sigh happily while leaning your head on Rindou's shoulder.

This place has so many memories. It is the place that you and Rindou first met back in 1999 (both of you 11; he had nothing to do, and you were running away from home), the spot he takes you to whenever you have time to spare, and also the very place he asked you to be his wife.

You run through your memories one by one until Rindou breaks the silence.

"What was it that I told you the day I decided I wanted you together with me, for life?"

He's referring to the time he proposed to you.

Just a simple work night sitting on the hood of his previous Mazda, both of you still clad in your professional clothes with you in between his lap rambling about a bad day at work and he decides to shut you up with a very pretty ring to your finger that you have never once taken off since.

You cried like a baby the entire night.

"Hmm, dunno. What did you tell me?" You trace along the ink on his forearm with a teasing voice. You remember exactly what it was. You just want to play with him a little while longer.

"You tell me." He intertwines his fingers with yours.

"You said you'll take care of me forever. You want me for life. And you'll be always here when-" "-you need someone to depend on. I am yours. Please trust me. I love you."

Rindou kisses your crown.

"And that's exactly what I'm doing now, no?"

You nod. The waterworks come next.

"Crying again?" He teases and you bite his forearm with a sniffle. It doesn't even hurt because your lips are trembling. "You're a crybaby, mama. Sakiya gets your attitude, you know that?"

It's okay. I'll be here to wipe your tears away then.

"Asshole. Stop making me cry." You blink away the tears and he cups your face in his palms. Two thumbs move to swipe them away and he coos gently.

"Depend on me." Rindou noses at your chin softly, "I'm here." and lands a peck on your jawline.

"Okay."

And you spend what feels like an eternity kissing him. You hear fireworks going off somewhere in the city but neither of you break the kiss to look up at it. You chose to relish in the euphoric moment and neither of you regret it one bit.

"We'll be fine."

You hear it and smile.

When it ends, you both start whispering. Whispering like two little children who are sharing secrets. You whisper to him things like the past events that has happened at this exact spot so many years ago. Rindou whispers back his hidden motives when he lured you here one day in the middle of the night with an excuse saying he has something to give you when really, all he wanted was to just see your pretty face.

And he did give you something, though. A very shiny and expensive necklace that he won't tell you how he got while he clips it around your neck. It still hangs on the jewellery stand sitting on your dresser to this day.

(Rindou bought it by saving up cash from doing gigs at random clubs in Roppongi over the course of three months. The necklace was so expensive even Ran wouldn't buy it for himself. But Rindou did, for you.)

"It's our anniversary soon."

"Yeah." He thinks about the three two-way tickets to Taoyuan Airport stored in a folder neatly and hidden in the drawer of his desk with a lock.

"What are we doing this year?"

This year. The most recent year out of 20. That's how long you've been together. 7 years of marriage and 13 years of relationship.

You're never too old to love.

God, how Tokyo Manji Gang's Haitani Rindou have dreamt of a life like this. If you were to tell his younger self that in 15 years or so, he'll be holding his wife in bed every night with a daughter asleep next door at home, he'd laugh in your face and call you a fool.

"It's a secret."

"Oooooh, you have sum' planned, don'tcha?" Your accent slips and he laughs when you pinch his cheeks, "sneaky guy. What is it?" He pats your thighs.

"'Said it's a secret." "Okay. So what is it?"

He clicks his tongue. "You're so annoying." He tickles you subtly and you flinch away from his hands, though your arms don't let go of his neck. "You're annoying for not telling me."

"It's a secret! How can I tell you now?" He frowns while gripping your waist. "You can tell me! 'M not gon' do anythin' 'bout it."

"Then das' no surprise anymore."

Your teenage boy is back. The stupid boy who can't lie or keep secrets to save his life.

". . . A surprise, huh?"

You mind player.

". . . 'M not gon' speak anymore."

"Baby!"

At just a short distance away is another pair of visibly young couple sitting on the hood of the guy's modified Honda Civic. They both gape with amused and longing eyes at the married couple's banter while sipping on some cheap Lawson beer.

"Will we get to have this, Chishiya-kun?" The girl tugs on her boyfriend's jacket.

"You want it?" He asks.

"Yeah, I want it." She answers.

"I'll give it to you." He kisses her hand.

Though faint, you heard them two loud and clear.

And it reminded you of the conversation you had with Rindou at their same exact spot 17 years ago, both of you in your highschool uniforms at the ripe age of 18 sitting on the hood of Rindou's GTR with so much love to give and ready hearts to explore the world together.

"I really like you, Rindou."

"You told me that 3 years ago."

"And I really want to be with you. Forever."

He says nothing but puts down his can of beer at the side and slips out one of his many rings. But when you look closer, you realise it is the ring his mother gave him when he was a baby. Ran has one, too, but the design is different.

And he looks at it a little, admiring it before he slips it on to your fourth finger with a blush. The ring looks prettier on you than it is on him.

There wasn't any hesitation in his actions.

"Okay. Wait for me. I'll make more money and get a proper ring. Til' then, wait for me, babe."

Rindou speeds over to Musashi Shrine at 8pm after a curt notice with the engine of his GTR echoing through the night. The people gathered there are instantly aware of his arrival and makes way as he holds your hand tight and walks up to a confused Mikey, an awkward Takemichi, a quiet Draken and a shocked Chifuyu.

Though aware that Rindou is not available for grabs and has a girlfriend on the down-low, none of them have ever met you before and you shy away under their serious gazes. You see the girl you recognise as Kawaragi Senju gape at your figure. "She's so pretty." You hear her mumble to a smiley Tachibana Hinata with Sano Emma beside them grinning. You instantly blush and Shiba Yuzuha not so discreetly snaps a quick photo of you and Rindou.

Ran is equally as confused as Mikey because he doesn't know what Rindou is doing. You shake your head at him, mouthing the words "I don't fuckin' know." and Izana and Shion laughs, "What's this lil' shit up to now?"

Haitani Rindou of the Eighth Division quit Tokyo Manji Gang on the very same day.

And today, both of you at 35 with a daughter at home together, hugs and sways each other under the bright moonlight as you whisper your affection to one another.

Only dear Heavens would know how much the two of you love and mean to each other.

It makes him angry sometimes that people underestimate him when it comes to you, but you're always there to sooth it away with a soft voice.

"It's okay. It's nice when it's something only we both know. It's just us."

You hug Rindou like he is the force that holds all the atoms in you together.

Without him you'd crumble to nothing.

"I love you."

Rindou hugs you like you're the very last thing he has in the world.

He'll never let you go.

"I love you too."

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DogDay x Reader part 14

<-----part 13, part 15----->

A/N: It's here....it's finally here!!

The alarm that I had set off started going off. I snapped awake and shut it off. Rubbing my eyes I sighed and said, “Come on Y/N, time to get moving.” I pulled the blanket off me and went to go change out of my pajamas.

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I pulled up to the factory and sat in my car gripping onto the steering wheel. Was I really going to go into the factory after hours and try to find DogDays contract? And possibly the other contracts of the Smiling Critters? My palms were feeling sweaty. ‘Don’t sike yourself out’ I kept thinking in my head. I shut off my car and made my way inside the factory.

Normally employees couldn’t get in now, but since I’m a helper, I have clearance to get into the building at any time I want. Though I’m only supposed to use this little clearance when I need to give DogDay a bath but that’s beside the point! I scanned my badge and was let inside the building.

Since the cable car made a lot of noise, I decided to take the stairs to Playcare. I wasn’t really in a rush like last time so I would carefully go down the stairs this time. As I made my way down the steps, I couldn’t help but feel like I was being watched. Then again, there was hardly any light in this area so something or someone most likely could be watching me right now. If I get caught, I could just lie and say that I left my phone here or something.

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Thankfully nothing interrupted me going down the eighteen flights of stairs, so I quietly pushed open the door that led into Playcare and looked around. The lights were shut off. Gotta say this place looked a little creepy without lights. I shuffled past the door, being sure to prop it open with a fake rock. I quietly made my way down the hill of tables and chairs carefully avoiding running into them.

Maybe I’m being paranoid, but I could’ve sworn that I saw a shadow move over from the Playhouse. Part of me wanted to check it out but I shook my head and focused on the task at hand.

I made it to the counselor's office and as soon as I was about to open the door, a purple tail wrapped around my ankle. “Uh oh.” Within seconds I was yanked into the air and met with CatNap laying down on the roof of the building. “Hey buddy. Haven't seen you in a while.” I said smiling but also feeling a little scared. CatNap didn’t say anything to me, only tilting his head to the side. “You’re probably wondering what I’m doing here, and I have a good reason for that so could you please put me down?” CatNap moved me over next to him and set me down still having his tail wrapped around my ankle.

“Not what I meant with that but okay.” “Friend.” I looked at him expecting him to say something else, but he didn’t. “Not much of a talker huh? That’s okay. Listen, I’m going to tell you something but promise me you won’t tell DogDay okay?” CatNap nodded his head slowly. I then whispered to CatNap, “I’m trying to find a way to get all of you guys out of contract with Playtime. That’s why I’m here.” CatNap just continued to stare at me, not saying anything. Suddenly, the grip that CatNap had on my ankle tightened. I looked at CatNap and his whole presence shifted. “The prototype will save us. Not you.” Huh? Who was the prototype? “Anyone who gets in the way-” CatNap then moved me up into the air and out from the roof. As I was being held upside down, I had a feeling what he was about to do. “Hey hey! We’re friends! Please don’t drop me please!” I whispered to him but was also yelling at him. “-Is a heretic. You are a heretic, friend.”

He loosened his grip on my ankle. When I was falling it seemed to happen in slow motion. My mind was racing. ‘Do something!’ ‘Tuck your head in!’ As I got closer and closer to the ground, I tucked my body close together and hit the ground, rolling down the hill. I protected my head, but the rest of my body was badly sore, and I got the air knocked out of me. I don’t know how I managed to keep quiet through all this. I soon came to the bottom of the hill and unrolled my body.

I laid still for a good few minutes. ‘What do I do now? My whole body is aching.’ I thought to myself. I could hear CatNap jump off the roof and start walking towards me. My body was completely numb. ‘Come on! Get up! Get up now!’ I kept screaming that in my head. I then had the strength to move and got up while groaning. Even though my body was in pain I ran towards the door I came through.

As I ran towards the door I didn’t dare look back behind me. I could just hear CatNap walking towards me so I knew he was chasing me. ‘Almost there! Keep going!’ I then saw that CatNap ran past me and up to the door. I stopped running and looked at him. He shut the door. The only way I could get out was now closed off. I held onto my body as it started aching more. ‘Where can I go?’ I quickly looked around and laid my eyes on the Playhouse. I could hide in there, but I’d have to move quickly.

I took deep breaths before turning on my heels and running towards the Playhouse.

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It’s been three hours since I last saw CatNap. I looked at my phone and saw that it would be another two hours before Playtime opened, and the cable car would be brought down. The whole time has been a game of hide and seek with me and CatNap. I’d find a good place to hide and then he’d let out his red smoke around the area I was in, forcing me to move. I was tired and needed to rest.

When I was running away from CatNap I stumbled into a new area in Playcare that I had never seen. It was a room and along the sides were cells. I could hear breathing, or rather snoring coming from up ahead. I limped over to check out what or who was making that noise. Looking into the cells, I could see the noises came from the Smiling Critters. What were they doing here? Is this where they slept? I immediately noticed that DogDay wasn’t here; but there were two empty cells. I’m guessing one is for DogDay and the other one is for CatNap. I had a lot of questions in that moment, but I heard movement from behind me. I froze, fearing that CatNap had found me. There was nowhere I could go. I was trapped.

I fell to the floor and silently cried. ‘I knew I shouldn’t have done this. This was a stupid idea.’ “Angel?” I shot my head up and turned around and saw that it was DogDay. “Angel what are you doing here?” He looked at me and realized something was wrong with me. “What happened to you?” I tried getting up but once I did, I fell back onto the ground. “Angel?!” DogDay ran over to me and picked me up. “Talk to me Angel, what’s wrong?” “CatNap....I think he’s trying to..kill me.” When I spoke, it hurt. DogDay looked very confused which I understood. I just told him that his best friend is trying to kill me. Before DogDay could say anything else I said, “I tried to leave, but couldn’t. I-” “Shh. Don’t talk. I think I hear him coming.”

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DogDay motioned me to stay quiet as he carried me out of the Playhouse. Thankfully we didn’t run into CatNap; though that could’ve meant he was out wandering outside. Luck was on our side as there was no sign of CatNap anywhere.

DogDay took me into my office and laid me down on his bed. “It’s alright Angel, you’re safe now.” I closed my eyes and tried to steady my breathing. “Now tell me what’s going on.” I didn’t want to tell him like this but might as well rip the band aid off now. “Okay, I’ll tell you. But please...bear with me as it hurts to breathe right now.” DogDay nodded and held onto my hand. “Friday is my last day here. Since I adopted Damian, I can no longer work here...and I didn’t know about that until Stella showed me in the email that I got when I was hired. That being said....I won’t be able to see you anymore...but I didn’t want that to happen so I thought if I could get a hold of your contract...and destroy it or something...you could come with me and Damian...I came here to look for it but CatNap caught me and called me a heretic and then dropped me from the top of this building... I tried leaving but he closed the only exit I had so I ran and hid from him.”

Never before had I seen DogDay look so angry. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before breathing out and opening his eyes. “Angel, I’m sorry that you went through all that. CatNap is not himself at the moment, however that is no excuse for what he has done to you. Rest assured that I will have a talk with him. Onto other things, I already knew that you would be leaving at the end of the week, Ms. Stella told me. She wanted me to look for another helper, but I don’t want to. I want to be with you and Damian out in the real world.”

DogDay got up and went over to my desk and picked up a file and brought it over to me. I reached out, grabbed it and gasped when I looked inside. Inside was his contract along with all the other Smiling Critters. This is just what I needed! “How did you- where did you get these?!” DogDay smiled at me while saying, “I’m not supposed to leave this area but I overheard a couple of staff members talking about contracts and where they were placed so I snuck out and fetched this for you. I know you only needed mine, but I would hate to leave behind my friends.” I looked up to him and smiled and said, “I was thinking the very same thing. It wouldn’t be fair if only you got to experience life outside of here.” DogDay raised an eyebrow and smiled while saying, “What are you getting at Angel?” “I was planning on having everyone here join us. I want to open my own orphanage and have everyone here come along.”

DogDay seemed a little confused from my plan so once I explained it to him, he seemed to be on board! “You really think it’ll work Angel?” “I have no idea, but I have to try.” “I’ll do everything I can in here while you take care of things out there.” I nodded before yawning. “Seems like someone is tired. Might I recommend you get some sleep on the best pillow ever?” I playfully rolled my eyes and said, “I wouldn’t want to sleep without my favorite pillow.”

DogDay then carefully picked me up and laid down on his back before he placed me on his chest. “Comfy?” I nodded yes and closed my eyes, feeling my body relaxed after all this time. DogDay kissed the top of my head and before I fell asleep, I heard him say, “Sleep well, my Angel.”

A/N: Who remembers when DogDay first said that to us? (This part went through so many changes which is why it took so long so post again I'm sorry for the delay but lemme know how this one is :D)

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