Nightmares: Rick Flag x Reader
Rating: K (What is this bullshit? No smut? Next time kids, I promise!)
Notes: I’m back from working four twelve hour shifts! I can’t feel my face, or see colours any more! Where the fuck even am I? I don’t know. I wanted to write smut but I also need to go to sleep because if I don’t I think I might die. The next one will also be up much quicker. There was a delay because of real life ( you know, that stupid pesky asshole that gets in the way of fun?).
P.S. There’s a Lucifer reference in here. I think. I might have hallucinated it.If anyone finds it, well done. Because I sure fucking can’t.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
Rick’s voice was groggy and thick with sleep as he squinted at you through the darkness of the room. The only light was a faint sliver from in between the curtains and it did little to illuminate anything.
From the doorway, you shifted from foot to foot, still reeling from what your head had managed to conjure up during unconsciousness. You didn’t say anything, waiting for him to wake up properly and realize what you were doing there.
After a moment, he seemed to shake himself and realization dawned as to why you were standing creepily in the dark at two in the morning.
This was after all, a semi-regular occurrence.