#i went to a babysitter's house until i was in middle school

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okay i've just been really curious about this for a while so i wanted to make a poll about it

#i went to a babysitter's house until i was in middle school #so i can't count myself as a latchkey kid #but my middle school years being the only person in the house from the hours of 3-6 was such a gift to me. personally

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Just this once

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!babysitter!reader

Summary: Everyone hates you in town, everyone except for Mr. Miller, who was kind enough to hire you as his daughter's babysitter.

Warnings: mentally and verbally abusive father, angst, unreciprocated love, no happy ending. Smut| oral sex (m receiving), unprotected p in v sex, creampie

Everyone hated you in this town.

Kids at school, moms, dads, even grandparents sometimes.

People crossed the street when they saw you, they waited until you turned around to whisper and scorn to the person beside them.

Everywhere you went, followed dirty looks and rude remarks.

In the hallways at school, at the drug store, pharmacy, park, you name it.

Everywhere, everyone seemed to despise old Carl's daughter just for being born, or maybe, maybe also because of the rumors that spread about her.

Like the one where you dealt drugs, which was not not the truth... but you never dealt meth.

Or the one where you'd fucked half the guys in town,

And least but not last, the one where you were the reason you poor pops had turned to alcohol.

Except they didn't know anything. they didn't know that your "poor pops" had begun his diet of a bottle of whiskey a day long before you were born, that he drove your mom mad to the point where she had fled without so much as a goodbye, leaving behind a few clothes and a stupid scrap of paper where she had written a fucking lie.

I love you

If she had actually loved you, she wouldn't have left.

And they didn't know that all the anger your father had, had turned to you, they didn't know how scary it was, to be afraid of your own father, to be alone at the age of thirteen, to have to take care of yourself, to have to grow up faster than you should.

They all hated you, and you didn't care, you swore you didn't care, because they didn't know, they didn't know shit.

But Mr. Miller was different.

He was the only person, together with his daughter, who had ever shown you kindness, the real kind.

He had seen you sobbing as you ran from your house after your dad had another one of his "episodes".

And god, you were so confused when he stopped you, when he put a hand on your shoulder and asked if everything was alright.

And you didn't tell him then, you didn't tell him everything that was going on and that your dad was an asshole and that your life was hell, you couldn't, there was always this everlasting shame fizzing underneath your skin whenever you felt the need to share. But he hadn't cared, he hadn't cared that you had told him nothing, he hadn't cared that all you did was say sorry and I need to go, because with just a glance it felt like he had seen right through you.

So then he'd told you where he lived, and even if that time he couldn't convince you to come in, it was you who showed up at his doorsteps two nights after, asking for a place to sleep which he offered without so much as a question.

And it was only a week later when you told him everything.

He had sat and listened as you cried and cried, he had stroked your hair and given you tissues, until finally, he offered you a job.

Babysitting his kid.

And you were scared at first, you weren't really equipped for the job, but the moment you met Sarah you realized just how easy it was gonna be.

taking care of her was fun, and it gave you an excuse to be away from your own home, sometimes even at night when the mere thought of seeing your father made you want to puke.

And Mr. Miller was always nice, he made breakfast, overpaid you like crazy, and he listened, he was always there to listen.

"dad, what are you talking about?" 

Mr. Miller's backyard was always perfectly mowed, and the treehouse he'd built his daughter stood high on the oak in the middle of it.

"I said-" even if you couldn't see him, you swore he was taking another gulp straight from the bottle " Where the fuck are you?" 

"I'm working dad, I told you" you said, trying to remain as calm as possible.

"You working?" he laughed "That's funny" he said, as his laugh turned into a disgusting cough "Tell me where you really are." his voice was slurry, but the anger in it still made you shiver "You at one of your boyfriends' houses?"

"No Dad, I'm at Mr. Miller's house" you sighed, it was sad really, how used you were to this by now.

"Mr. Miller huh?" a hiccup sounded through the phone "You fucking him too? You started going for older guys? Is that it? I bet that's it you little slut" he hissed "Your mother would be so disappointed... to see her only daughter grow up to be such a fucking whore"

There's a difference, when it's strangers calling you names, and when it's your own father.

You'd always wished his words didn't affect you, but somehow, they always found a way to hurt.

No matter how tough you made yourself to be, when it was him, you felt like a kid all over again.

"fuck you" you muttered, as tears pricked your eyes 

"Is that how you talk to your father you little bitch? Just wait till you come home, I'll see what you'll have to say then-"

And there were so many things you wanted to tell him, to scream at him, to drill into his non-existing brain, but all you did was press the red button and hung up.

And it took about a second before the tears started flowing like rivers.

You ran back inside the house, forgetting all about closing the glass door as you curled into a ball on the couch, trying to cry as silently as you could, so that Sarah wouldn't wake up.

You hated him. You hated everything, you just wanted to run away and start a new life somewhere else, Canada, Austria, even the fucking north pole sounded better than this.

You were just so tired, so exhausted. Every time you talked to your father all the energy you had, or thought you had left, got drained from your body, and for hours, you remained lifeless,

The only exception was when-

The front door opened, and those purposely quiet footsteps that you would have recognized anywhere, followed soon after.

Him, the only exception was when he was there to comfort you.

You sat up, quickly wiping your tears to try and look somewhat presentable.

"hey," he whispered, entering the living room "Sarah's asleep?"

"mh-mh, yes" you nodded

"I'm sorry I came home this late, it's just that the guys wanted to go out after work and I always tell them no..." he trailed off, as he sat next to you and got rid of his overused boots.

"I-It's not a problem, Mr. Miller"

He shook his head, smiling in that charming way of his as he sat his shoes next to the coffee table and turned to look at you.

"How many times have I told you that you can just call me J-"

But his words died in his throat the moment he caught a glimpse of your red, puffy eyes, (that he'd come to know too well) and of that look on your face.

"What happened?"

They were such simple words, but they hit like tnt too close to a dam, breaking the barrier and causing all the water to run out.

His arms were around you the moment the first tear fell.

"shh" he cooed, stroking your back as you sobbed into his chest "It's alright, everythin's alright, sweetheart"

You wrapped your arms around his broad torso, feeling all his muscles underneath the fabric as you drowned in his scent. He always smelt so manly and so... good.

"I-I'm sorry it's just" A sob climbed up your throat "He-he called and I-I" You never finished the sentence as other tears started flowing from your eyes.

"I'm sorry honey" he cooed, placing his cheek on top of your head"it's ok" he murmured "It's all gonna be fine, I promise"

"w-when?" you cried, finally looking up at him "I'm so tired of this Mr. Miller..."

"soon" he promised "You're a smart girl, you'll get far in life sweetheart, I just know it"

you breathed heavily into his chest for a few minutes, listening to his heart beat as you calmed your own.

"t-thank you" you sniffled

"of course, darlin'"

And as you glanced at him, at his soft beard, at his kind eyes, your brain short-circuited and your mouth got a mind of its own, and before you realized it, your lips were on his.

And god he felt so good

"y/n-" he spoke as you tried to deepen the kiss "What are you doing?"

"I just-" you stuttered, not able to tear your glaze off his soft lips "please" you murmured, not knowing what else to say as you leaned up to kiss him again,

"sweetheart this ain't right I-"

"please Mr. Miller" you begged, placing your hand on his shoulder and pecs, as you left a quick kiss on his lips again "please just this once"

"y/n..." he tried to speak but was interrupted by your mouth finding his neck.

"please" you repeated for the thousandth time, your breath fanning over his neck "just this one time" 

"darlin'... I don't know if this is a good idea"

"it is" you quickly corrected him, your kisses lowering down his body, until all you could do was shuffle off the couch to get between his parted legs "it's a really good idea"

You saw him swallow thickly at the sight before him

"no sweetheart, you don't gotta do that"

"I want to" you reassured him, hurriedly undoing his belt and zipper until his black boxers were all that obstructed your view.

You palmed his manhood through the fabric, feeling it harden underneath your palm, before you gently took it out, looking up at him for approval as you wrapped one hand around it and let your lips follow suit.

A loud shuddering breath fled his mouth as you fitted more and more of him into your mouth, and you took it as an incentive to get lower, fully choking on his cock.

"f-fuck" he groaned

You started bobbing your head up and down, your eyes never leaving the sight of him breathing heavily before you.

You were doing good, but you wanted to do amazing for Mr. Miller, so you gingerly took his cock out of your mouth to start a slow trail of kisses and kitty lips down the whole length of him, until you reached his balls, and without a second thought, reserved them of the same treatment, before starting to suck on those too.

"fuck. me." he breathed, throwing his head back as he shut his eyes.

You leaned away for a moment, still pumping him with your hand "Does it feel good?" you asked

"fuck-yeah sweetheart" he gulped, looking down at you "it feels real fucking good- you're-fuck-you're amazing"

The biggest smile ever spread on your face at that, and with a renewed vigor, you got back to sucking his balls even better.

series of profanities continued coming out of his mouth as you got back to his dick, letting your tongue run on his tip for a few moments before getting back to filling your mouth with it.

You watched his hands curl by his sides, and without thinking, you let one of your own travel to his, softly placing your palm over it in a makeshift hold, which wasn't really a hold because he didn't turn his hand to do it properly.

But it didn't matter now, he was enjoying this, something you were doing for him, something you had dreamed of doing to him times and times again, and that's all you cared about.

You bobbed your head for a few more moments before you leaned away and quickly got up to get rid of your pants.

He watched you, too fucked out and torn with guilt and confusion to understand anything anymore, step out of your panties, place your hands on his shoulders, and straddle him.

you reached down for his dick, and without too much of a premise, sank down on it.

"oh god" you moaned, stopping a moment to take a deep breath at the feeling, as a low groan rumbled in his chest.

"you feel so good" you murmured, kissing him passionately as you started riding him.

His hands gripped your waist as a way for him to try and ground himself back on this earth because fuck but, you felt fucking good too

"touch my tits please" you said, ghosting his mouth.

"Sweetheart..."

"Please, Mr. Miller" you pouted, rising and sinking from his cock even faster

"Joel- please call me Joel" 

"Please Joel, touch my tits"

And who was he to say no to you when you asked him like that?

One of his big strong hands seeped underneath your top and found your boobs, stroking and grabbing at them heavenly.

You couldn't help but gasp at the mix of pleasures, your head falling to the crook of his neck.

The sound bouncing off the walls of the living room was straight out dirty and the breeze coming from the open glass door on your left softly floated through the room, at times hitting your raw skin.

"oh my god" you whimpered, muffled by Joel's skin "o-oh my"

He was filling every inch of you, stretching you so fucking good it made you want to scream if it wasn't for Sarah sleeping just upstairs.

You lost yourself in him, in his soft grunts, in his most raw scent, in the way his beard rutted against your cheek, and slowly, slowly you felt a bubble form in your belly, getting more and more ready to explode.

"F-fuck" you whined, "I-I think I'm-I'm coming"

His only response was to tighten his hold on you, before you fastened your pace, desperately chasing your high.

your breathing got even heavier as you remerged from his neck to look at him in the eyes and meet his lips with yours once again.

Kissing his was like traveling to another universe, he was just so... perfect

 "Joel" you whispered, losing yourself in his hazel eyes, as the pleasure got stronger and stronger until you felt like you could barely breathe "Joel I love you"

You watched his eyes widen slightly but before he could speak your orgasm took over your body and you had to hide your head in the crook of his neck again to try not to moan too loud.

"it's ok" he murmured, placing a hand on the back of your head soothingly "It's all gonna be ok sweetheart"

You rode out your high, never stopping your movements, and by the time you had come down from it, Joel was on the verge of it.

"shit-I'm coming" he groaned "Where do you want it?"

 "inside" you whispered without missing a beat

"I c-can't honey-"

"please Joel" you whimpered, starting to get overstimulated "Please fill me up, Joel"

And with that simple sentence, he was done for.

"fuck-shit. shitshitshitshit" That's all he managed to spit out, as ropes of his come filled you up to the brim, just like you wanted.

You took a moment to compose yourself, inhaling his scent one more time, before you slowly got off of him.

And as you did, the moment it was all done, a strange sensation overtook you.

you'd thought that this was all you wanted, that this was gonna make you feel better, and yet... yet you couldn't help but feel like a piece of you was missing, you couldn't help but feel emptier than you were to begin with.

As you watched him hurry to put his boxers back on, you couldn't help but think that, once again, you had managed to fuck everything up.

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Baby Bradford Meets The Rookies

Summary: Tim's babysitter can't pick Y/N up after school. So, Tim does and brings her back to the station where The Rookies are in for a surprise.

Pairings: Tim Bradford x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: fluff

Masterlist

Baby Bradford: A Little Fighter

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Neither Tim nor his daughter, Y/N, were a morning person. This is why when his alarm goes off in the mornings he lets her sleep in as long as he can because dealing with a grumpy 7-year-old.

Tim loves his daughter, he has ever since she was born. Her mother, Isabel, left when she was 6 years old but even then she wasn't really a mother to their little girl always in and out of undercover. She cared more about the job than she did her husband, now ex-husband, or child. When she went undercover and didn't come back, Tim went to court and got full custody of their daughter. Isabel wasn't happy about it but signed the papers and was out of her life for good. Y/N favored Tim the most out of both of her parents. While Tim was gone for work he would drop her off at school in the morning and then her babysitter, a sweet 26-year-old woman named Marina Bailey, Y/N absolutely loved her.

Tim's alarm went off at 6:30 AM and it slowly roused him awake and he was turning over and turning it off. He sat up and threw the covers off and sat on the edge of the bed. He ran his hand down his face waking him up and getting the sleep out of his eyes. He stood up and stretched and walked out of the bedroom towards the kitchen but first, he stopped by his daughter's room to check on her. Tim opened the door and smiled seeing her curled up facing the wall sound to sleep he shut the door quietly and walked into the kitchen. Y/N didn't have to be up until 7:00 AM.

Tim got the coffee grounds out and scooped out what he needed and started the coffee maker. While it was brewing he made her lunch and then he went back into his bedroom and started to get ready for work. He also packed a bag with extra clothing and miscellaneous stuff and walked it into the kitchen. He then went back took a quick shower and brushed his teeth and put on his clothes for the day, he would change into his uniform at the station, and watch. He looked at his watch and it was 7:00 AM, time to wake his daughter up.

Tim walked to his daughter's room and opened the door quietly. She had moved positions and now was sprawled out in the middle of her bed with her covers thrown off and he smiled and chucked. He walked into her room and to her bed and knelt down. She moved to another position to where she was facing him. He started to speak to her slowly and softly "Y/N/N, it's time to get up." He said and she groaned and scrunched her nose up.

"No." She said and buried her head into her pillow and he smiled and here starts the wake up process.

"Yes, it's time to get up and get ready for school." He said running a hand gently through her hair.

"There isn't any school today." She said opening her eyes not happy to be awake.

"If there wasn't I wouldn't be waking you up. I also would've known." Tim said and she groaned knowing she had lost the fight.

"Fine." She said and started to get up and he stood up and watched her for a minute.

"If you need me. Yell for me." He said and she nodded and he left the room. He walked back into the kitchen where the now-finished coffee was done brewing and grabbed a cup poured some in and began drinking it. He made himself busy around the house. He looked down at his watch and it was only 7:15 AM. He was about to start something else when Y/N yelled out for him.

"Daddy?" She asked loud enough for him to hear from the kitchen, he put his coffee cup down and headed to the bathroom where she was at the sink in her clothing for the day and teeth brushed.

"Yes, Baby Girl?" He asked

"Can you do my hair?" She asked looking at him through the mirror with puppy dog eyes. Tim always hated doing hair but since Isabel wasn't around he had to learn and he got pretty damn good at it. Damn good that almost all the moms were jealous.

"Of course, Baby Girl. How do you want it done?" He asked and the brightest smile appeared on her face.

"French Braid." She said confidentiality.

"You got it!" He said and got to work. It was only 7:20 AM and they had to leave by 7:30 AM to get to her school that was 20 minutes away. Tim got done in no time and stood back looking at his work and smiled the same smile that appeared on his daughter's face. "How did I do?" He asked and she nodded turning to him.

"It's perfect." She said and he kissed her forehead and they headed to the kitchen so she could eat breakfast and then they would be on their way.

When she was done she put her dishes in the sink while he filled a thermos of coffee for him and grabbed her lunch while she grabbed her backpack and picked up his duffle bag. She started to walk out while he walked behind her toward the truck. "Remember Marina is picking you up after school." He said as she hopped up in the truck and she put her stuff beside her and he helped her strap in.

"You got it, Daddy." She said and he smiled and shut the door and got in the driver's side throwing his duffle bag in the front seat. He started the engine and backed out of the driveway and onto her school. They arrived at the school at 7:50 AM a teacher opened the door and greeted them.

"Good morning!" Mrs. Woods said and they both smiled at her.

"Good morning!" Y/N said and she un-buckled herself "I love you, Daddy." She said.

"I love you too." He said and she leaned up and kissed him on the cheek and he did the same. Mrs. Woods helped her out as she grabbed her stuff and headed into the school. Tim drove off once they were in the school and onto work.

Tim arrived at the station and parked his truck, he killed the engine and grabbed his duffle bag and headed inside. He greeted everyone and then walked into the locker room and changed into his uniform. Not many people were in there besides Jackson West and John Nolan. "Good morning, Officer Bradford." Nolan said trying to get on his good side.

"Good morning, Rookies." Tim says as he finishes putting his uniform on and then starts his trip to the briefing room. When he gets there he sits by Angela Lopez and Talia Bishop.

"How's Y/N?" Angela asks him and he turns to look at her.

"Doing good. Asked me to braid her hair this morning and I did. She also tried to tell me there wasn't any school today." He said and the two females chuckled.

"How convincing was she?" Talia asked after the chuckling died down.

"Not very." He said and just then Lucy Chen, Nolan, and Jackson walked in and then Wade Grey walked in to start the day. The briefing was over quickly and then they were heading out on patrol.

Nothing exciting happened on patrol although everyone made a few arrests and some had to break up fights. It was nearing lunch time and everyone decided to stop at their regular place. As everyone was sitting and eating and talking Tim's phone began to ring. At first, he didn't pay attention to it "Aren't you going to answer that?" Angela asked him and he pulled out his phone to see that it was Marina.

"It's Marina. I need to take this." He said and got up and walked away from the group as he answered it.

"Hello." He said

"Hey, Tim. It's Marina." Marina said and he smiled she always greeted him like this.

"What's wrong?" He asked her wondering why she was calling in the middle of the day.

"I'm not going to be able to pick up Y/N from school. A family emergency came up." She said and he nodded understanding.

"That's perfectly fine. I'll pick her up. Everything ok?" He asked and she sighed.

"My mom is in the hospital and they don't know what for I was the only one available to be with her." She said

"If you need anything don't hesitate to call. You take as much time as you need. I hope everything turns out ok." He said

"Thank you. I'm sorry again." She said

"No need to apologize. I get it. Family comes first." He said

"Again thank you so much. Have a good day." She said

"You too." He replied and they both hung up the phone and he walked over to Angela and Talia.

"Everything ok?" Angela asked.

"Marina had a family emergency come up so she can't pick up Y/N." Tim said as he sat down and took a bite of food.

"Who is gonna pick her up?" Talia asked

"Lucy and I will." Tim said and everyone nodded.

"They haven't met her yet. It's going to be interesting." Angela said and they all laughed.

"I need to call Grey and let him know." Tim said and they nodded as he pulled his phone once again and hit Grey's number to call him. It rang twice before he answered.

"Officer Bradford, how can I help you?" He asked

"Marina can't pick up Y/N after school so had a family emergency. I need to pick her up." Tim said

"That's perfectly fine. She can hang out here until your shift ends." Grey said and Tim nodded.

"Thank you, sir." He said

"Anything for you and that little girl. You know Luna would love to help out and watch her when she needs to." Grey said and Tim smiled.

"I'll definitely keep that in mind." He said and then they said bye to each other and hung up.

As he was hanging up a call came in and he responded to it letting dispatch know that he and Lucy were on the way.

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"Oh, what call do you think Tim just took?" Jackson asked as they watched him sit back down at the table.

"Who knows. Any guesses?" Nolan asked and they just shrugged.

"Not that I can think of." Lucy said now wanting to get to the bottom of what her TO was hiding.

"I think he has a kid." Nolan said and they looked at him.

"Why do you think that?" Jackson asked

"Just a gut feeling. He just seems like a dad." Nolan said and they still looked at him weirdly.

"Tim, hard ass, doesn't take any shit, and makes no mistakes Tim?" Lucy asked and Nolan nodded as he took a bit of his food. The rest of lunch was spent eating in silence while the rookies thought it over until Lucy and Tim had a call and they were off to it.

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The call was just a disturbance call and it was quickly dealt with. Tim looked at his watch and saw that it read 2:20 PM and this caught Lucy's eye. "Do we have somewhere to be?" She asked looking at him and Tim looked at her as they stopped at a stoplight.

"Matter in fact, Boot. We do." He said

"Are you going to tell me?" She asked and he didn't say a word just turned on his right turning signal and headed towards the elementary school. Lucy took notice of this. "Why are we going to the elementary school? We didn't get a call." She said and again he didn't say anything. Tim pulled into the parking lot and pulled up to the front of the school.

"You stay here. I'll be back." He said as he parked the shop and headed towards the entrance of the school. Lucy watched in full curiosity, her window was down so she could hear everything going on. Nothing happened and so she took her phone out when she heard a shriek and she looked up making sure nothing was wrong and the sight that she saw warmed her heart.

"Daddy!" A little girl yelled and Tim bent down for her to rush into his arms.

"Baby Girl!" He yelled back and kissed her and she giggled and picked her up and started to carry her towards the shop.

"I thought Marina was supposed to pick me up." She said

"She had a family emergency. So you're going to come back to the station with me and hang out until it's time to go home." He said and she shrieked.

"Yay!" She yelled out. He opened the back door and sat her in and buckled her in and got into the front. Lucy was shocked, he did have a heart and could smile she turned to the little girl that was looking at her and Tim noticed.

"Y/N this is Lucy Chen. Lucy this is Y/N Bradford my daughter." Tim said and a smile appeared on both of girls faces.

"Hi." She said quietly.

"Hi. It's nice to meet you." Lucy said and Y/N blushed and looked down. The car ride was filled with questions and talking.

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It didn't take long for them to make it back to the station and pull into the garage. Tim parked and shut the engine off and opened the door where he helped her get out and grabbed her stuff. The three of them walked further into the station while Y/N chatted with her father about school and playing with the collar of his uniform.

Nolan and Jackson were there and they were surprised to see Tim with a child. They were stunned in silence until Jackson spoke up "Officer Bradford did you find a missing child?" He asked the question that everyone was wondering but Lucy.

"No, Boot. This is Y/N Bradford, my daughter." Tim said as Y/N buried further into her father's neck being shy. "Y/N say hi." He said and she looked at them.

"Hi." She said giving them a wave.

"I knew it. Hi Y/N I'm Nolan." Nolan said already attached to the little girl.

"I'm Jackson." Jackson said

"Hi." She said and gave a wave just then Angela and Talia walked in and she lit up like a Christmas tree. "AUNT ANGIE, AUNT TALIA!" She screeched out and wiggled to be put down and he did so taking her bag off of her back and watching as she ran to them. They bent down and hugged her.

"Hey, sweet girl. How was school?" Angela asked and she started to tell them about her day as she picked her up and walked over to the rest of the group.

"It was good! We didn't learn anything interesting." She said and they all chuckled and Tim rolled his eyes the same answer he always got. Angela looked at Jackson.

"We need to go." She said and he nodded as Tim took Y/N back.

"Bye Aunt Angie and Jackson!" She yelled pit over Tim's shoulder and waved at them and they waved back and then they were gone.

"Ok, Y/N/N. I need to take you to Officer Grey. Say bye to everyone." He said and she turned around and did as she was told and he walked off with her.

"I knew he was a father." Nolan said watching him interact with his daughter in Grey's office.

"He's a good one. He's been pretty much raising her all by himself for 7 years." Talia said

"Really?" Lucy asked and she nodded.

"Yea. Isabel cared more about being undercover than raising her child." Talia said as Tim came back to the group.

"Alright. Let's get back to work." He said and everyone nodded.

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It was the end of the shift for them and they all headed back to the station. Cars were parked and everyone went and changed. Tim was the first one to change and head to his little girl. She was fast asleep on the couch in Grey's office. He knocked and Grey looked up and waved him on in. "Wasn't too much trouble was she?" He asked and he shook his head.

"Not at all. She's too much like you. Luna came by with supper and we ate together. I told her the situation and she 100% is on board to help." He said and they both chuckled. Tim picked her up without waking her and grabbed her stuff looking at him.

"I might just take you up on that offer." He said and Grey nodded.

"Just let us know." He said and Tim nodded and headed on his way. As they were walking everyone came out of the locker room and started walking with them.

"She's just so adorable." Nolan said and everyone nodded in agreement as Tim pushed her up further onto him.

"Thank you." Tim said they followed them to Tim's truck which was right beside Nolan’s and Jackson's and Lucy's not too far away. Talia and Angela had to do something before leaving. Tim put Y/N in the truck and in her carsest.

"Hey if you need any help or someone to watch her, I'll happily do it." Nolan said

"I second that." Jackson said

"Count me in." Luchy said and Tim nodded and smiled.

"Thank you guys, that means so much." Tim said really grateful that he introduced her to The Rookies. They all parted ways.

When Tim and Y/N got home it was late and he picked her up and took her. He would grab their stuff later. He unlocked the door and into the house and straight to her room. He got her changed and tucked in. He kissed her head "I love you." He said and then walked out cracking the door. He was definitely glad he introduced her to them. He knew that they would protect her like she was their own and no harm was going to come to her.

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first of all i wanted to say ur fics r absolutely amazing!!🥹🥹❤️second i wanted to request a one shot with shy virgin reader and experienced gator & so one day gator comes over to babysit reader & her little siblings bcuz their parents r good friends and gator finds out abt reader and becomes obsessed with corrupting her innocence w smut ,, tysm❤️❤️btw gator is older than her by a few yrs but she’s def older than 18,,,she’s 19 abt to turn 20

First of all thank you so much! I really appreciate that! And your request was so juicy ughhh in love. I hope you enjoy!! CW: Age gap (reader is 19, gator is 27), inexperienced reader, fem receiving oral sex, virginity loss, unprotective sex

“Why the hell do you need a babysitter?” Gator questioned, following you into the kitchen as you began to ruffle through the fridge for snacks for the boys. You knew that your four younger brothers would just protest and complain about the vegetables, but you were only doing what you were told. Your mother had been insistent that they eat something healthy before you ordered pizza. 

“I don’t,” You responded shyly, feeling like your body was buzzing from warmth, “The boys are just- they don’t listen to me very well.” You admitted truthfully. You usually hated when your parents went out. Majority of the time the house would be in a disaster when they returned and you were usually a frazzled puddle of nerves from not being able to keep up with the energy of all of them.

You didn’t know how they managed to do it, but they’d somehow convinced the Tillman’s eldest and only son to stay and help you until they returned. You were almost certain that this was worse than watching them alone. You’d suddenly lost your voice, your ability to think as soon as he’d entered the house. 

Your parents were friends, close enough that you had at least one dinner with them a month but distant enough that you had no idea how to speak to Gator. It didn’t help that he was older, cooler with a charm that left you flustered like you were ten again. Most of your middle school years had persisted of secretly crushing on him.

You faltered as you began to spread peanut butter on the celery sticks, hoping that your mother hadn’t brought that up. You glanced up at him quickly, but quickly calmed your nervous heart as you noticed an almost bored expression on his features. 

“Huh,” Gator leaned against the counter as he watched you, his fingertips linking together, “S’funny because I was told I needed to remind you about shutting off the stove, or something like that.” You felt your eyes widen, your lips parting as you quickly thought of a way to defend your previous mistake. 

“That happened once.” You spit out instead, shaking your head as you stacked the celery sticks on a plate. You felt flustered as you thought of the memory. It had been one accident after the other with the boys, leaving the cookies that had been in the oven long forgotten.

“Are you not in college?” He asked curiously, setting himself on one of the stools as he glanced at the way your brothers had dumped out another box of toys. You did your best not to grumble in frustration, knowing that you would more than likely end up cleaning that mess too. 

“I am,” You replied gently, “I go to the community college. It’s not too far. I like helping out my parents so it works.” You explained gently, knowing that there wouldn’t have been a way for you to afford anything fancy or out of state anyways. He nodded, looking a little interested as he brought a piece of celery up to his mouth.

“That’s sweet of you,” He replied as he continued to munch on a celery stick, “You’ve grown up a lot.” He mused, his eyes suddenly a whole lot more intense as you turned away shyly. You felt your lips curling into a gentle smile, trying to find the means to question him before your younger brothers were suddenly bustling into the kitchen. 

“But I like green!” One of your youngest brothers whined, pouting out his bottom lip as he stared up at you in heartbreak. You sighed as he clutched at your skirt, yanking on it to keep your attention on him. 

“Well switch with whomever has the green cup.” You tried to reason, giving him a brief smile as the volume in the kitchen continued to grow louder and louder. By the time you were finished speaking, you weren’t even sure that he heard you. You watched the way they roughly grabbed the snacks, sighing as peanut butter spread across their little fingers. 

“But I want green.” Your other brother protested, clutching the cup to his chest like it was something special. You sighed, wishing your parents would invest on buying the same colored cups as you began to pass out napkins to your messy brothers. 

“Hey,” Gator spoke up, drawing the four younger boys attention to him, “The same thing is in the cup, it doesn’t matter what color it is. You should tell your sister thanks.” He reminded them, raising his eyebrows swiftly as he spoke. You bit back a giggle, grinning at the way your little brothers turned towards you wide eyed.

“Thanks!” They shouted in unison before they were off again. You shot Gator a thankful smile, finally finding your own courage to meet his eyes. You liked the shape of them, how warm and soft they looked as he breezily returned a smile. 

The pizza didn’t take much longer to arrive and the rush of tiny feet towards you nearly made you drop the boxes onto the floor. Gator was there a second later, grinning as he took them from your hands and held them high over his head where your brothers couldn’t reach. 

You watched the way he set up their plates, his eyes darting as he tried to keep up with who was talking as they told him exactly what they liked and didn’t like. You stifled your own giggle, hoping that someone else realized what a handful they were. 

“You can sit here.” He said casually, his lips curling into a playful grin as he watched the way you were searching for a spot to join them in the living room. You were about to protest, not wanting him to sit on the floor until you realized that he was talking about his lap.

You exhaled, your breath feeling cold against your tongue despite your body warming at his suggestion. You glanced away quickly, stifling another nervous giggle as you nodded your head in agreement. It was silly. He was just being nice, letting you sit somewhere rather than the floor that was littered with legos. 

“Your birthday is soon, right?” He questioned softly, his breath hot against your exposed neck. You nodded your head shyly, suddenly feeling too awkward to eat as you gaze down at your lap instead of at him. 

“I’ll be twenty,” You responded as you pressed your fingertips together, glancing at the way the pink polish was beginning to chip, “I’m excited.” You told him truthfully, liking that you at least got one day out of the year where it could be about you. 

“Your boyfriend doing anything special for you?” His question caught you off guard, making your head snap up to meet his inquiring gaze. You stalled, eyes tracing across his moles and the soft hair above his top lip. You looked at his lips next, liking how pink they were. 

“No,” You giggled softly, unable to fight the nerves that were bubbling in your stomach, “I don’t have a boyfriend.” You told him bashfully, hoping that he didn’t think of you as a complete loser. You just had a hard time talking to guys your age. Or any guy really. 

“A pretty girl like you doesn’t have a boyfriend?” He teased as his fingers slid across your exposed knee, “How come?” You glanced over to your left, ensuring that your brothers were too busy playing to focus on where Gator’s hand was resting. 

“I don’t know,” You shrugged your shoulders softly, breath hitching as his calloused hand moved further up your bare skin, “I guess no one has been interested in me.” You continued to speak, feeling like you were in some sort of trance. It was hard to look away from his eyes. 

“You’ve never been with anyone?” He spoke a little lower, his voice slightly husky as your eyes dropped back down to his lips. You felt infatuated, unable to tear your gaze away as you watched the way his words rolled off of his tongue. 

“No,” You replied shyly, not sure how to handle the way his fingers were pressing into your skin, “I’m pretty boring.” You admitted a second later, but wondered if you should’ve switched that out with sheltered instead. 

“It’s sweet,” He responded as he drew his finger underneath the hem of your skirt, “It means you’re pure.” He mumbled softly, his eyes peeled to your face to gaze at your reaction. You parted your lips, your body feeling nearly too warm as you simmered on his comment. You shifted on his lap, hoping he couldn’t feel the way you were trying to press your thighs together.

“Oh,” You said as you looked away timidly, “I guess that’s right.” You replied gently, wondering if that made you more appealing to him. You tried to remind yourself that you were grown, that you definitely no longer had a crush on him. It was hard to follow through with those thoughts. You wondered if he knew how pretty he was.

He kept you on his lap the rest of the night, talking softly about his work and who he thought would make it into the superbowl this year. You didn’t know much about sports, but you clung to every word as his hand warmed your skin. It was nearly too hot, like the sketch of his palm would burn through your flesh. 

“It’s bedtime,” You reminded the boys once you finally found the courage to pull yourself away from Gator. You shuffled the leftover pizza into ziploc baggies, sure that at least one of them would get up in the  middle of the night to snack on it, “Go brush your teeth.” You reminded them a second later, giving your best stern look to tell them that you meant business.

The room erupted into a series of groans and complaints, but they slowly rose to do what you asked. They threw away their trash, tossed their cups into the sink before they began to race each other to see who could make it to the top of the stairs first. 

“Hey,” Gator’s loud voice rang into the air, pausing the movements of your younger brothers, “Are you forgetting something?” He asked as he tapped some of his fingers against the back of the couch. You felt like you were stuck again, staring at the way his long fingers moved. 

“We’ll get it later-,” One of them spoke up, trying to brush away the mess that you would inevitably end up cleaning later. 

“No,” Gator replied again, “You can clean it up first and then you can go get ready for bed.” He stated, sterner than you would’ve ever been able to handle. You watched, almost in amazement at the way they listened to him without complaint. 

You gave them fifteen minutes before you went into their rooms, ensuring that each boy was tucked in and actually trying to sleep. You liked having Gator’s presence lingering behind you as it seemed to actually make the boys listen to you. 

“Um,” You breathed out softly as you met him in the hallway again. The lights were dim, but you were still able to make out the slight curl of his lips as he tilted his head to watch you, “Do you want to see my room?” You asked him softly, not quite wanting him to leave yet. You weren’t sure when you’d see him again, or if you’d be able to. 

He looked at you curiously, an expression filling his eyes that you didn’t quite understand. It made you falter for just a second, before you were spurred on by the nod of his head. You moved first, slowly walking around him to the end of the hallway. 

“Cute,” He complimented as he looked around your room, “I like it.” He replied with a grin plastered on his lips. You shut the door gently behind him, not wanting your light to shine into one of your brother’s rooms and keep them up. 

“It’s not too girly?” You asked him softly, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed by the posters you had decorating your walls. Still, it was the only place that you could be on your own. 

“Very,” He said a second later, grinning as he turned his head to look at you, “But it’s very you.” He replied as he licked his bottom lip. You glanced down to your socks, feeling a little giggly that he thought he knew anything about you. 

“Oh,” You replied gently, biting back a smile as you held your fingers together, “Thank you. I really appreciate your help today.” You told him truthfully as you finally found the courage to look at him again. He looked so handsome, you weren’t sure how you were able to look away in the first place. 

“So if you don’t have a boyfriend,” Gator drew out slowly, suddenly making you feel small as he approached you, “Who are you wearing that for?” He hummed softly as he pressed his fingers against your elbows, stepping back just far enough that he could draw his eyes up and down the curve of your body. 

“What do you mean?” You whispered shyly, suddenly embarrassed at the outfit you were wearing. You didn’t think it was bad. It was a pale camisole and a skirt that ended against your thighs. It kept you cool from the warm heat that your brothers stirred up in the house. 

“Kinda short, don’t you think?” He asked you softly, his eyes flickering up towards yours again. You pursed your lips together, jolting a bit at the sensation of his fingertips touching against your soft sides. He drew them down softly, like he was tracing the shape of your body. 

“I thought it fit nicely.” You defended yourself lightly, wondering if he could feel the rough way your heart was beating underneath his skin. You leaned a little closer to him, enjoying how one hand dipped further against the hem of your skirt again. 

“It does,” He agreed as his hand fully slid underneath your skirt this time, “But it makes me wonder if you dressed up for a reason.” He mumbled, making your eyes widen as he played with the band of your panties.

“No.” You responded softly, feeling like your chest was collapsing in on yourself. He looked upon you, eyes flashing with the same expression as earlier as he slid his fingertip underneath your panties. You could feel your clit throbbing, growing wet from the sensation and excitement. You’d explored on your own before, but nothing ever felt right. 

His eyes stayed glued to your features, like he was waiting for you to stop him as he slowly used his free hand to unzip the side of your skirt. You held your breath, feeling frozen on the spot as the material fell to your feet. He looked just as inquisitive before, like he was memorizing the shape of you.

He moved both of his hands to your camisole next, tugging it over your head before he moved onto your bra. You felt like you were in a dream. All of your late night fantasies were coming true. You almost felt like you needed to pinch yourself, just to be sure. 

You moved your hands over to your chest, feeling very bashful suddenly. You’d never had anyone see yourself in this manner before, so exposed. You gulped down your own embarrassment, turning your eyes away so you couldn’t see him. 

“Don’t be shy,” He grinned as he pressed your hands back down to your sides, “You’re stunning.” He mumbled as he pressed his rough hands against your hips. He squeezed your flesh softly, keeping eye contact with you as he slowly fell to his knees.

You felt faint. You were sure you were going to pass out. His eyes were hazy and warm, now filled with what you thought might be lust. It made your thighs press together, your thoughts stalling as all you could do was focus on his movements instead. 

“What are you doing?” You asked him nervously as you pulled your fingers into a nervous fist. Gator’s warm breath tickled against the small amount of skin that was covered. 

“Wanna taste ya,” He mumbled as he slid his warm fingers against your thighs, “It’ll feel good. I promise.” He told you truthfully, raspily as he squeezed at your thighs. He pushed you back suddenly, knocking you onto your mattress with a squeal. 

He moved just as quick, crawling onto the bed and knocking some of your stuffed animals off in the process. Your lips were pressed into a silent laugh, heart hammering against your ribs as he slowly pulled each of your white socks off of your feet. His lips dragged against your right ankle, peppering soft kisses against your skin before he let both of your legs drop onto the mattress.

You quickly tried to press your thighs back together, feeling fully exposed now. He stopped your movements just as quickly, fully exposing you as he rested against the mattress on his stomach. You couldn’t focus on how silly he looked resting against your fuzzy blankets in his dark clothing, your mind only taking in the dark look in his eyes.

He turned away from you slowly, nuzzling his cool nose against your warm thigh before he pressed his pink lips against your upper thighs. You exhaled harshly, a tingle spreading up your body as your nipples suddenly grew hard.

Your body jolted at the feeling of his lips pressing against your sensitive clit. A warm, fuzzy feeling spread through your body as your head rolled back onto the pillows. You gasped, eyes fluttering as he slowly peppered his lips across your wet folds and clit.

You crooned, holding your hands above your head as Gator took a slow lick of your pussy. He gripped a hold of your thighs, keeping them forced apart as he lapped his tongue against your clit. He rolled his tongue against you languidly, creating more waves of pleasure through your body.

“So sweet,” He groaned against your cunt, his lips dragging against your folds as he spoke. You whimpered, your fingers twitching together at the need to press them through his slicked back hair, “You’ve got a tasty little cunt.” He praised, pulling away this time to look at you. Your eyes turned down in slow motion, looking at the line of drool that connected his lips to your pussy. 

“Okay,” You moaned softly, unsure of how you were supposed to respond to that. He laughed slowly, flicking his tongue across his wet lips before he dipped down between your legs again, “Oh.” You whined slowly, back arching as his lips fell to your wet cunt again.

He kissed at your pussy, lapped at your folds and clit in a sloppy manner that left jolts of pleasure racing up and down your body. You wrinkled your fingers through your pillow case, holding onto it like a lifeline as he moved his tongue against your throbbing hole.

He licked languidly at your hole, tracing his tongue across it before he slid his tongue inside of you. Your mouth parted, a loud moan escaping at the sudden intrusion. It felt good, too good. It made your stomach clench and your toes curl as a bright light filled your eyelids.

“Gator,” You whined, unsure of what you were going to say as he continued to flick his tongue inside of your fluttering hole. He moved one hand away, moving between your legs as he dragged his way back up to your sensitive bud, “S’nice. Right there.” You spit out, grinding your hips up as his tongue flicked languidly against your clit again.

He slid a finger inside of you slowly, meeting the same movement as your hips. You cried out at the intrusion, your walls burning at the slow sensation of him curling his finger inside of you. You could feel your thighs beginning to tremble as you licked the drool from the corner of your lips.

He moved his finger inside of you slowly, allowing you to adjust while he moved his lips messily against your folds. His nose pressed against your clit, smearing your slick around as he sucked on your soft folds.

“Oh, oh,” You mewled in awe, toes curling as a strong sense of pleasure pressed heavily onto your stomach. You slowly felt the walls breaking down, leaving you squirming as Gator held you down tightly with his free hand, “God, oh God!” You cried out, fists clenched tightly into your pillows as you came roughly. 

Gator groaned, his tongue flicked across your pussy rapidly as he tried to lick away the remnants of your cum. You whined, body vibrating from how sensitive you felt. He pulled away slowly, eyes dark and lips covered with your slick before he slowly crawled up the curve of your body. 

He traced his thumb across your lips first, like he was memorizing the shape and curve of them before he moved his slick covered lips against your own. He kissed you slowly, gently as your heart continued to beat against your chest.

He tasted as sweet as the flavored vapes he smoked. You moved your mouth cautiously, trying not to focus on if you were kissing him correctly and instead on the throbbing that was growing between your legs again. Your thighs were still wet, matching the slippery feeling of his lips on yours. 

His tongue slowly prodded against your mouth, parting your lips as he brought one hand up to your boob. He cupped your flesh softly, squeezing in his hand before he pinched at your nipple. You moaned at the sensation, feeling an unbearable amount of pleasure race to your clit again. 

He twisted you onto your side, taking the opportunity to move you as he pleased as your mind was fuzzy with pleasure. He pushed one of your knees up towards your chest as he straddled himself over your other leg that was stretched out. 

“Gator,” You breathed out softly, your chest rising and falling in quick spurts as he dragged his hands along your skin, “S’lot.” You admitted slowly, but didn’t want him to stop either. You watched with interest as he quickly shedded his clothes, barely giving you time to look at him.

You drank in as much as you could, from his broad shoulders to his muscular arms. You stared at his chest hair, noticing how it followed a simple line down to the rest of his body. 

“It’s okay,” He mumbled softly, leaning forward to drag his lips against yours slowly. You melted against his touch, your body shivering underneath his touch, “I’ll go slow.” He promised, settling back just a bit as he wrapped his long fingers around his cock.

You sat up a bit, eyes curious as you looked at the way he fit in his hand. A shaky gasp rolled off his tongue as you took in how long, how thick he was. You’d never had something that big inside of you before.

You felt odd speaking it out loud, but you thought his cock was pretty. His tip was a nice pink, precum leaking from his slit as he slowly jerked his hand up and down the length of his cock. Your eyes quickly drifted over his veins, the way his cock curved and the soft amount of hair it rested upon. 

“Just relax,” He mumbled, glancing up to you as he dragged his tip between your folds. You nodded your head, your mind feeling fuzzy as you fell back onto the pillows. You took a deep breath, soothing away your nerves as he slowly pressed his tip inside of your fluttering cunt, “S’alright.” 

Your eyebrows knitted together at the intrusion, your lungs stalling as you’d never felt so filled before. It wasn’t quite as painful as you imagined it would be. Your walls fluttered around his cock, stretching in a subtle burn as he filled you. 

“Oh,” You sighed softly, unsure if it was a gasp of pain or of pleasure, “Burns.” You managed at last, feeling like your lungs weren’t working. A soft groan left his lips as he leaned forward, his forehead fell onto yours as he reached between your legs.

“You’re doing so good,” He praised you softly, his lips kissing against the corner of your mouth as his thumb pressed against your sensitive bud. He rolled his thumb softly, pressing down on it gently as a spark of pleasure traveled up your spine, “You’re taking my cock so good, such a good little whore.”

You shivered underneath his touch, from his words as white hot pleasure traveled up your spine and down to your toes. His body felt too hot against your skin, his breathing coming out rugged against your cheek. You tilted your mouth up towards his, capturing your lips together in a sloppy motion.

He rubbed at your sensitive clit, making your body jerk as he filled his cock deep inside of you. You gasped against his lips, his tongue flicking over your mouth as your walls clenched around him. He groaned softly as he pressed down on your clit a little harder, making you cry out and your body jerk.

“Fuck,” He cursed as he pulled his head away from yours, his mouth parted in bliss as he stared at where your bodies were connected. You whimpered a little, your eyes fluttering at the way his cock was throbbing inside of your sore walls, “So pretty. You’re doing so good.” He reassured you again as he pressed his lips against the curve of your cheek. 

You focused on the way his lips moved against your hot skin, how he peppered kisses and slowly licked his saliva away with his tongue. You pressed your hand against his sweaty back, keeping him in place as you adjusted around his thick girth. 

“Feels good,” You whimpered, your hands mindlessly wandering down his spine on their own as you savored the curve of his cock pressing against the spot that made your eyes roll in the back of your head, “Oh God.” Gator groaned, his fingertips digging deep into your flesh as he pushed your leg further against your chest.

“Jesus,” He groaned as his tongue fell against his bottom lip, his eyes hooded as he stared down at where his cock was disappearing inside of your wet cunt, “You’re such a good little whore, taking my cock so well.” He grunted, shifting back just enough that only the head of his cock remained in you. You whimpered, sure that he was going to pull away before he filled you in a rough motion again.

You crooned at the feeling of being filled again so suddenly, your walls sore as you clamped down around his throbbing cock. Your clit was vibrating as loud moans rolled off of your tongue, bouncing off of the walls of your room. 

“Right there,” You begged him, your eyes fluttering in awe as you felt the tip of his cock pressing against your bundle of nerves. It made you gasp, your body stalling underneath him as he continued to drag his cock in and out of your wet walls, “Oh God, please, please.” You begged him, unsure of what you were asking but knowing that you didn’t want him to stop. 

“Are you my whore?” He asked huskily against your ear, flicking his tongue out against your earlobe. You whined at the sensation, your body shivering underneath him as he pressed his sweaty body closer against yours. His flesh melted against your own, the sound of your bodies meeting filling the room. 

“Yes,” You cried out, not caring if you were signing your life away. You just didn’t want him to stop, didn’t want him to pull out of you. You liked the feeling of your bodies connected, of his cock throbbing inside of your wet walls, “I’m your whore.” A whine stalled in your chest, stalling as Gator crashed his lips against yours again. His thrusts were deep and rough, jerking your body roughly across the mattress as he moved. 

He kissed you harshly, stealing the air from your lungs as he continued to drag his cock in and out of your fluttering walls. You clamped down around him, your pussy squelching at his rough movements. You cried out against his mouth, quickly licking away his drool from his parted mouth. 

Your body shook, stomach clenching again as you came around his cock. You mewled, your head falling roughly into your pillows as you clung a hold of his wrist for dear life. You could feel yourself spasming, your ears ringing as you moaned into your pillow.

He groaned, his chin falling into the crook of your shoulder as his thrusts became rougher and faster. He huffed, his movements stalling as he pressed himself deep inside of you. The sound that left his mouth made your stomach curl again, your pussy clench as his spunk painted your walls.

He fell forward, groaning as his hair slowly fell to the side of his face. You breathed in the scent of him, eyes blinking as you wished to get a better look at him. You whimpered as he slowly moved, shifting his pulsing cock inside of you as he pressed his lips against yours in a sweet peck.

You melted, sure that you were slipping into the mattress as he grazed his lips against your own for just a fleeting second. He pulled away then, smiling gently as he brushed his thumb across your cheek. You faltered, wishing you had something to say before he sat up on his knees and slowly pulled his cock from your cunt.

You whimpered at the loss, wishing that he’d stay inside of you the rest of the night. Your heart began to beat slowly, nearly defeated as you watched him stand. Your eyes drifted across his back, moving quickly as you drew in the constellations across his back. You wanted to move forward, to use your fingers to count and trace the moles on his skin.

You were quiet as he rummaged for his pants, sure that he was about to leave without another word before he joined you in your bed again. You stifled a sound of surprise, watching as he took a deep inhale from his vape. He offered it to you next, but you quickly shook your head. You weren’t supposed to smoke. 

“Can we do this again?” You asked him bashfully, your tongue twisting awkwardly in your mouth at how nervous you felt. He chuckled as he turned towards you, wrapping his lips around his vape once again. 

“‘Course,” He breathed out, a cloud of smoke tickling your nose as he spoke, “I gotta teach you all the ropes.” He mumbled, pulling his vape down just enough to kiss away your worries. 

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Hey you, I'm here for Wolfstar raising harry recommendations 🤗

Hello!! I'm also going to tag @imsiriuslyreading because I know Lana was also looking for some recs!

This is by no means a comprehensive list, but these are some of my very favs:

Wolfstar Raising Harry

Ten Reasons (To Go To Michigan) by @greyeyedmonster-18 (I also love these two unrelated wolfstar raising harry microfics by the same author) — This is a Sirius raising Harry and meeting recently divorced Remus (who happens to be a writer) on the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. A must read! that's the art of getting by by sarewolf — Remus becomes Harry's guardian and they move to a muggle village in the middle of nowhere. Eventually, Sirius is freed and comes to stay with them, but can they get back what they once had? Honestly, majorly obsessed with this one, but watch out for the angst! Stealing Harry by copperbadge — In an alternate universe where Sirius Black never went to Azkaban, Harry divides his life between the Dursleys' house and Mr. Black's bookshop -- until Sirius realises what the Dursleys are doing to him, and takes him away from their care. This series is fucking amazing and actually spans several of the books!! Mr Mouse by TracingPatterns (which continues in their wolfstar raising harry series) — A lovely little piece in which a young Harry learns about grief.

Like Real People Do by third_crow (part of the coffee shop au series) — Sirius raising Harry, when he starts falling for local barista Remus Lupin. This is also a beautiful story about what it's like to live with epilepsy and I am extremely obsessed with this series. The Things I Did by Lolo_row — canon compliant, Remus gets custody of Harry and works to get Sirius out of Azkaban. A bit of angst, but tasty! the dogfather au by hollimichele — Harry was raised by his adoptive muggle family, when one day a big black dog shows up. His parents just thinks he's a stray, and Padfoot becomes the family pet (to keep an eye on Harry, and protect him from Voldemort). Eventually this morphs into Remus also coming into the picture.

Wolfstar Raising Teddy

the mayors of simpleton by @fruityindividual — Divorced wolfstar are co-parenting a very mischievious Teddy who is not about to let his dads stay divorced!! Honestly this fic is so funny, so heartfelt, so fucking lovely. It also features the most beautiful portrayal of a blind character that I ever seen. A must read! Of Memories and Milk Thievery by @mayescapade — Divorced wolfstar raising Teddy again! Wolfstar have been co-parents for years and they wont stop terrorizing/pranking one another. An Infinte Ocean by orphan_account — Single dad Remus. Remus Lupin knows two things--working and caring for his son, Teddy. When his babysitter sets up crowdfunding so Teddy can go swim with the sea turtles at the local animal rescue, Remus doesn't realise how completely their life is going to change. Especially when he meets Sirius Black, the weekend merman in the aquatic show, and someone who might convince him of love at first sight. Honestly a lovely piece, and it also features the Potter clan.

Other (raising both teddy and harry, wolfstar girldads)

Let's Play Pretend by MsAlexWP — My current obsession!! I can't tell you how many times I've read this. Single parent Remus and single parent Sirius meet at a play date and end up pretend dating so that the old women in Sirius' building (who basically stalk him) will stop trying to set him up. Neither of them can date at the moment, so what could possibly go wrong?? Ultimate comfort fic. Of Quiet Hearts And Thundering Dreams by TracingPatterns — This is single parent Sirius and single parent Remus, both having moved to a small village and meeting at Harry & Teddy's school. A Cup of Sugar by MsAlexWP — Again, they are both single parents. Harry Potter is recovering from surgery and facing the worst summer ever until a guy with the same crutches as Harry moves in across the street with his son. So lovely!! Hide-and-Seek by onehundredflamingos — Wolfstar girldads raising their adoptive daughter Cassie, who is also a werewolf. This is the story of her first transformation. It's soooo sweet! @industrations has done a bunch of wolfstar and Cassie art, which you should absolutely go and cry over!

For supplementary material, feel free to check out my Wolfstar Raising Harry, Wolfstar Raising Teddy and Wolfstar Girldads tags!

#it's maybe one of my fav genres #wolfstar raising teddy #wolfstar raising harry #wolfstar girldads #wolfstar #fic recs

[broken-glowsticks]

What Once was Mine

Chapter 1 - When he was hers

Genre: Childhood friends, Eventual Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Love corner/love triangle, love rivals, Series. Not all chapters will be proofread!!

Warnings: 18+, mdni, mentions of sex and alcohol consumption, additional warnings will be added to individual chapters as needed.

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Everyone knew Hwang Hyunjin. Of course they did, he was arguably one of the most gorgeous guys in town, and growing up with such a pretty face caused people to almost instinctively gravitate towards him. Instead of shrinking back from unwanted attention, this caused Hyunjin to flourish in charisma. He became a magnet, dazzling anyone and everyone with his sweet, effortless smile and crescent eyes. He was friendly, knowledgeable about every party in town, and casually flirty without somehow gaining any kind of negative reputation.

Everybody knew Hwang Hyunjin. But nobody knew him like you did.

The plush of his lips, the curve of his neck, the softness of his hair, how his frame is slender yet strong, how his arms felt wrapped around you. Sure, you weren’t the only girl to feel these things in general, but you didn't know of a single girl to feel these things twice, let alone the number of times you have.

You knew Hyunjin for a long time. Both your dad and his had hit it off at work and decided together to leave their company and start up their very own business together being painters.

It was just them two at first and money was tight, so to save themselves from having to hire babysitters they would instead drag Hyunjin and yourself along to help out whenever a no-school day landed on a secular work day.

It was awkward at first, two pre-teens with no previous painting experience being thrust together to paint fences or low house trimmings. But as time went on, the two of you began to grow used to each other and bonded over your shared fate of forced labor while your classmates got to stay home.

Eventually, your friendship would grow beyond your moments of labor and spill over to weekends and evenings. Your families would often share meals together and whenever the summers of your older years rolled around the two of you would often spend your days at eachothers houses, watching movies, hanging out in the backyard, swimming in the local creek or painting on canvases instead of walls in his bedroom.

You grew comfortable in each other's homes, rummaging through the fridge whether it was your own or not, lounging casually on the furniture, often climbing into each other's bed when one or both of you were tired and in need of a nap. Summers were your favorite time of year because summers were when you got Hyunjin all to yourself. Until high school started.

Suddenly, Hyunjin wasn't all yours anymore. His weekends and even some evenings were often filled with dates and parties. You never shared a class with him in school, so it wasn't odd not seeing him through the day - save for the friendly “hi” in passing between classes - but he would often walk you part of the way home every day.

Now, he would only hang out in the hallways or at the bus station with his clique. And while you stayed on with the painting business, becoming an official part-timer to earn some money, the company had grown enough that Hyunjin wasn't needed anymore. The only times you ever saw Hyunjin now were the occasional dinners your family and his would share together, assuming he even showed up, or when he would come visit your room in the middle of the night.

He would tap gently at your window, but you would always wake up. Hyunjin grew a little reckless before his final year of high school, often telling his parents he was at a friend's house when he was out partying or hooking up with a girl instead. And every time he was done, he would come to your room to sleep in your bed. The first time he ever did that, it startled you.

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“I can't go back home. Come on Y/N let me stay here just this once? Please?” He begged, his eyes sparkling. How could you say no to that?

You figured you'd just toss him a pillow and a blanket, and he'd sleep on the floor, so you let him in. Your heart almost stopped when he clambered into your bed, kicking off his shoes and yanking off his shirt.

“What are you doing?” You hiss, closing your window to avoid staring at his abs, when did he get abs?

“Getting comfortable so I can sleep? What are you doing just standing there?” He asked, pulling back the comforter.

“I… I thought you were going to sleep on the floor or something.”

“Why would I do that when there's a perfectly good bed right here?” He replied, lounging back onto the mattress, giving you an incredulous look. “What are you waiting for? Get over here. I'm freezing.”

“Hyunjin I can't-!” You began, turning to face him when he cut you off.

“What's the big deal, Y/N?” He asked, “we used to nap together all the time when we were kids.”

“Yeah, but this - this is different.” You stammer out.

“How?” He asked, holding eye contact with you. You couldn't come up with an answer.

‘Because you're different,’ you wanted to say, but the words died before they could pass your lips. Instead, you silently made your way back to your bed, sliding in once Hyunjin made room for you on the mattresses. The moment you made yourself comfortable, he pulled the comforter tightly around the two of you, pulling you close against him. You shuttered the moment your bodies met, he really was cold and he physically relaxed as he wrapped himself around you.

You couldn't help but be aware of how small your bed was and how you two would be pressed against each other all night. The thought made your heart hammer in your chest.

“I can feel how tense you are.” He murmured against your hair.

You didn’t know what to say to that. After all, why wouldn't you be tense? The boy who was once your closest friend, who you hadn't really gotten to spend any quality time with since you couldn’t remember when, suddenly shows up at your window in the middle of the night, asking to sleep here in your bed, and you're supposed to just be fine with that?

“Why? It's just me, Y/N.” Something about how he said this irked you. It irked you enough to make you say something.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean Hyunjin? ‘It's just you’?” You snapped, making him pull back in surprise, the emotion clear on his face. “Hyunjin, I don't know who you are anymore. I never see you anymore. And now you want to show up out of the blue and just act like nothing’s changed between us? Like you haven't been ignoring me basically since we started high school?”

“What do you mean I've been ignoring you? When have I ever ignored you?” He asked defensively.

“Oh come on, Hyunjin,” you say exasperated, sitting up and looking down at him. “You never say hi to me at school anymore, you stopped walking me home, you never spend any time with me! You're always with your friends or your girlfriend!” Part of you was worried you were being too loud, that your parents would come in and get the wrong idea from the scene they would encounter. Miraculously, nobody came.

“Why?” You asked after a beat of silence, your throat getting tight with the tears that had begun to well up. “Why did you just abandon me? Is it… Is it cause I'm not popular enough? Your girlfriend doesn’t like me? Cause I'm not pretty?” Your voice choked out as you began to cry, your hands coming to your mouth to stifle your sobs.

Hyunjin laid there stunned. He couldn't believe himself. Did he really make you feel so abandoned? From his point of view, he wasn't going out of his way to ignore you or anything like that. To him, the two of you just didn't have any classes together. He never saw you in the halls, you never shared the same group of friends, and you two didn't work together anymore. Sure, he would hang out with his friends a lot, but he always made it a point to make it to the weekly dinners his and your families would have.

Well… maybe he's missed the last two… or three… okay, maybe four?

Oh god, he has been neglecting you. What an asshole.

Running his hands over his face before sitting up, Hyunjin only now realized exactly how badly he fucked up. Hesitantly reaching out, he first placed a hand on your shoulder to gage your reaction. You slightly jumped at the sudden contact but when he saw how you didn’t pull away he slowly wrapped his arms around your slightly trembling frame, once again pulling you close to hold you gently as you cry.

“I'm sorry…” he whispered, rubbing your shoulder gently. “I didn't realize I had pulled away so much. I didn't mean to, I just- I got so wrapped up in my own thing and just kind of took for granted that you'd always be there.”

Gingerly he moved his arms from around you and took your face in his hands, wiping your tears away with his thumbs. “It wasn't because you're not popular, or because of some girlfriend- which i don't have, by the way. I just thought you were okay because you had your friends at school and your job and your family. I… I figured you were just as busy as I was, so I didn't need to reach out cause we would see each other whenever our parents all got together. But that wasn't fair of me to do to you.”

“I missed you.” You managed between sobs.

“I know that now, I'm sorry.” He said gently, placing his forehead against yours. “I'm so, so sorry Y/N. Please, forgive me and I'll never leave you alone again.”

You didn’t believe him. How could you? He already left you once, what's to stop him from doing it again? But a part of you hoped, a part of you wanted to believe him. Like you said, you missed him. So you agreed.

“If… if you do. I know where you live, Hwang Hyunjin.” You stutter out, trying your best to sound menacing while weakly glaring.

All this did was make Hyunjin laugh softly as he closed his eyes, savoring the warmth of your skin against his. How could he have forgotten how your very presence comforted him, how all the years you've spent together, all the memories, would wrap around him like a blanket?

“Can I still sleep here even though I made you cry?” He joked once your breathing calmed, managing to get a chuckle out of you.

“Yes,” you said with a shaky breath, “yes, you can.”

“Good.” He grinned with that dazzling smile of his as the two of you resumed your snuggled position from earlier.

“And for the record,” he said as he began to run his fingers through your hair, “I think you're stunning. You're absolutely beautiful Y/N, okay? So don't ever say you're not pretty ever again.”

It was from that night onwards that Hyunjin would come to see you in the dead of night, either because he needed a place to stay after a party or a hookup, or just because he missed you.

He was still as busy as ever, being Mr. Popular and all, but he kept his promise and tried to carve out time for you whenever he could aside from visiting you in the night, even if that was just saying “hi” in the halls or after school. He would also make it to dinner every single week, without fail, something your parents all delighted in. It seems you weren't the only one who missed seeing Hyunjin around.

One other thing he started doing ever since that night was he started calling you by a little nickname, one that made your friends question when you suddenly started dating the Hwang Hyunjin.

“What? No, we're not dating. We used to be really close when we were younger and just reconnected, that's all.” You told them as nonchalantly as possible.

“Yeah, ok, sure Y/N, whatever you say.” One of them said, not fully believing you. “But uhm… did he always use to call you ‘Beautiful’?”

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“Shh, quite Beautiful, we don't want to get caught.” Hyunjin murmured as he continued the leisurely roll of his hips, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot despite his warning.

As much as you attempted to keep quiet, you could still hear the soft echo of your escaping moans bouncing through the mirrored walls of the dimly lit dance studio. To help keep you quiet, Hyunjin moved his kiss swollen lips from the slope of your neck to your mouth, slipping his tongue between your lips. You kissed back eagerly, grateful for the attempt at finding something other than the sensation of Hyunjin pulling out agonizingly slowly only to bottom out with the same infuriatingly unhurried pace, torturously fucking you into the wall, watching how long you could endure.

Your mind was starting to go fuzzy when Hyunjin pinned your hand to the wall by your head, a subtle hint that you knew meant he was close.

Entwining your fingers together, Hyunjin held your hand firmly, growling as he dropped his head to rest on your shoulder, lifting your leg that was wrapped around his waist in search of a better angle. He suddenly wanted, no, needed to hear you screaming his name as languid thrust grew erratic.

You were close to cumming yourself, so close, you just needed a bit more, he could feel it. Dropping your hand to wrap both of his around your thighs, he gathered his strength before lifting you off the floor entirely. You couldn't help but gasp, impressed with this show of strength. You sometimes forgot just how strong he was.

“Come on Beautiful, cum for me.” He said, his voice hoarse and his thrusts turning sudden, quick and aggressive, his dick mercilessly slamming into you.

Wrapping your arms tightly around his shoulders you felt your walls tighten and flutter around him as you hit your limit, cumming hard around his cock. But he didn't stop, instead speeding up. You were starting to become over-stimulated, gasps and moans carelessly spilling out of you as Hyunjin chased his own orgasm.

“Say my name Beautiful. I'm so close to cumming, I just need to hear you.” He rasped out and you couldn't help but readily comply with his request, forcing yourself to form the sounds it took to call out for him instead of making the incoherent noises you were making before.

Your worn and fucked out voice was all it took for him to finally cum, the sensation shaking his body as he rode out his orgasm inside you.

Unable to hold you up anymore he set you down as gently as he could, sliding out of you to quickly remove his condom and adjust his clothes. This gave you a moment to do the same, dressing yourself with shaky hands as Hyunjin did away with the evidence of what just happened.

“You okay Beautiful?” Hyunjins voice pulled you from your daze and he couldn't help but chuckle at the absolutely adorable expression on your face. It almost made him want another go.

“Yeah, I'm good.” You said, managing a smile despite how tired you felt. Feeling the wall for the light switch you squinted once the bright, fluorescent lights came alive, your eyes not wanting to adjust as Hyunjin made his way back to your side to pull you into his arms.

“Thank you for coming, I needed the stress relief.” He said as he kissed your hair, pulling you over to a table that sat in an alcove towards the corner of the dance studio, his desk.

“I needed it too,” you admitted, letting Hyunjin sit in his desk chair as you elected to sit on his desk where he had you moments earlier, his head buried between your legs.

“Work has been a lot?” He asked with a tip of his head, his hands resting comfortably on his stomach as he began swiveling his chair.

“Oh like you wouldn't believe!” You huffed, fishing out the hand-held mirror Hyunjin kept in his desk just for you and began scanning your reflection to fix any smudged makeup.

If anybody walked in right now, they never would have guessed that you two were doing anything other than hanging out based on Hyunjin alone. Being a dance instructor made it easy to dismiss Hyunjins' disheveled appearance and noticeable, glistening skin. You, however, still had to go through the extra effort of making yourself look presentable.

“My boss just loves to pile on the work. I miss working for our dads. It was such an easy job, and they never breathed down my neck.” You complained, giving a frown when you heard Hyunjin snicker next to you. “Don't laugh. We can't all work our dream job.”

“It's just funny. You're the one who was so excited to get out from under our dads, but now you're realizing just how good you had it with them.” He teased as he slid his desk chair in front of you to help you straighten up.

“As if you didn't do the same.” You pout.

“Oh, I didn't complain while I was working with them.” He shot back, reaching out to wipe a smear of lipgloss you had missed from the corner of your lips. He got you there.

A phone alarm caught your attention, causing you to heave a heavy sigh.

“Time to go.” You said.

“Or you could always stay and sit in.”

“No thanks. I'm not really in the mood for any more dating allegations from your younger students. And I'm definitely not in the mood for your thirsty ass adult students glaring at me.”

“Come on, baby, stay. You could hang out in the staff lounge.” He offered.

“Pet names like that is why people think we're dating, you know.”

“I think the new guy likes you, could give you two a chance to get acquainted.”

“Pass.”

“Boo… fine.” Hyunjin said with a pout as he flopped back into his chair, a hand melodramatically clutching at his heart. “Go ahead, leave me. It's obvious you don't love me anymore.”

“Yeah, because it's not like I drove over an hour from home to see you or anything.” You scoff as you slip off the desk, poking him playfully on the forehead and laughing at how he acted like you had just punched him square in the face.

Hyunjin had moved from your small town to the nearby city to attend college and became a permanent resident when he got his job at an all-ages dance studio. Meanwhile, you stayed in your hometown and moved into an apartment with your high school friend Jisung, but you would come and see Hyunjin whenever you missed him and he had time to spend with you. Lately, those moments have started to become fewer and further apart.

“Do you really have to go home?” He asked as you did one final once over of your reflection in the dance studio mirrors.

“Unfortunately. I promised Ji I'd join him and the guys for karaoke tonight. I'm already going to be late cause I decided to stay here longer instead of leaving this morning like I planned.”

Hyunjin frowned, draping himself over your shoulders in defeat. He wanted to whine, to make you stay, to not have to give you back, but he didn't want to keep you from your friends. Especially not when you already made the commitment to spend time with them. He nuzzled his face into your shoulder, and you knew he was going to walk you out this way. Luckily for you, though, he only took you so far as the front door of the building.

“Promise me you'll come see me again soon, okay, Beautiful?” He whispered into your ear before letting you go.

“I promise.” With a kiss to his cheek, you were out the door and to your car. You didn't want to admit this, but you were eager to be on your way back home. As much as you loved spending time with Hyunjin, recently, he's been too busy to see you or even really talk to you. You knew it wasn't his fault, he loved putting his all into his job and deserved a social life outside of your friendship, so you decided to try to busy yourself by spending more time with Jisung and his friends.

You loved spending time with them, with all of them, of course, but mostly one of them in particular.

#hyunjin x reader #hyunjin #seo changbin x reader #changbin x reader #bang chan #lee felix #han jisung #hwang hyunjin x reader #smut #backstory #jealousy #stray kids fanfic #stray kids x reader #stay #skz stay #what once was mine #Glow's ✨️ Fics #eventual established relationship #established relationship

[fireflyinks]

babysitter part two

babysitter! reader x joel miller smut

MATURE 18+

There was tension between Joel and I ever since that night. Not a bad type of tension, but not completely good either. There was a sort of understanding that we were both so desperate and needy for each other. Of course, Sarah was old enough that if we made it too obvious, she’d figure it out and be scarred for life.

But that needy tension needed a sweet release sooner or later.

“Okay, just have her back around six, please, we have dinner plans.” I told one of Sarah’s friend’s mom, smiling.

They were taking a trip to the mall, meaning that I had time to clean a few things here and there, watch some movies, and maybe even be a needy mess for Joel.

“Alright, see you then.” The blonde woman said, giving me a warm smile before rolling up her window and driving off.

It was a Saturday, so I knew Joel would get home around five. I checked my watch, 4:49.

I rushed into the house, reaching into my purse to grab the red lingerie set I had brought. I changed into it quickly, wanting to be ready when Joel got home.

I thought about how weird this was. I was just talking to this man’s daughter about her middle school drama and boys not even twenty minutes ago, and here I was, getting ready for him to rail me.

Hearing his truck pull up to the house, I laid on the couch, positioning myself provocatively.

He walked in, his eye’s immediately darting to me.

“Hi” I greeted him softly.

“Sugar, what’s all this for?” Joel smirked,

“You.”

Without hesitation, he leaning towards me, pressing a long kiss onto my lips.

The longer we went, the more sloppy and needy it got, until we were basically exploring each others mouths.

“Get on the bed, on your knees, ready to take this cock down that pretty throat.”

“Yes sir.” I said, standing up and walking up the stairs, to his bedroom.

His room smelled like cologne. It smelt like his. The smell engrossed me, as I got in the position he had told me to be in.

A few minutes, he walked in the room.

“Oh, you take instructions so well, that’s my good girl.”

My cunt feels slippery just from his words.

Joel takes his belt off, unzipping his blue jeans and taking them off, along with his boxers.

His cock springs in-front of my face, causing my mouth to salivate

“Go ahead. Suck on daddy’s cock.”

I kitten lick the tip, slowly guiding it into my mouth.

I hear him groan, his knees buckling. He pushes my head back and fourth, thrust his cock in and out of my throat. I gag around it, sending vibrations down his length.

“That’s it, that’s my good slut.”

The degradation makes me audibly moan.

“Oh, you like it when I make you feel all small? Hm? Are you my cock slut?”

I nodded, continuing to choke his member. Soon enough, warm cum shot down my throat, coating my mouth.

“Swallow all of it, come on, don’t be shy.”

I did so, opening my mouth and sticking my tongue out to show him.

“That’s a good girl.” He murmured under his breath, flipping me over.

“Come on, arch that ass up for me.”

I felt his tip brush on my pussy, making my body shake.

“You ready, sugar? You ready for daddy to fuck you now?”

I nodded eagerly.

“I gotta hear you say it.”

“Please! Please, daddy I want your cock!” I pleaded, needing to be filled up.

He pushed in, making my legs quiver.

As he thrusted into me, Joel left the occasional slap on my ass. It was painful, but the stinging made me moan.

“You’re so good for me. Staying with my Sarah all day, cleaning for me. I oughta just let you move in at this point, so you can milk this cock whenever you want.”

My breathing began to speed up. “Yes! Please, I wanna milk your cock!”

I could almost feel his smirk from behind me. “Then go ahead. Let me cum in that pretty pussy.”

After a few moments, I felt his warm liquid cover my core.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” I mumbled repeatedly.

“Joel! Y/n! Look at the cds I found!” Sarah called from down stares, almost directly after I reached my high.

We both snickered, knowing how filthy we were.

#pedro pascal smut #joel miller smut #joel miller #the last of us #pedro pascal #smut.

[itscoffeetime-world]

And with that introduction

I want to introduce you to

Sun Yūkuai

the daughter of the great sage equal to heaven

The clothes in which she is in this image is her uniform, she was teleported in the middle of her classes :(

Let's talk a little about her:

She is the daughter of swk as mentioned above, she goes to high school and is 15 years old.

They are a very studious and responsible person, even so, being the child of the famous monkey king, I clearly inherited her way of being so adventurous and how he gets carried away by his emotions sometimes, likes to make friends, explore places and meet new people along the way.

He is a monkey like his father, but she uses magic/glamor to have a human appearance so as not to cause trouble, always try to be as polite as possible with everyone.

He is also gender fluid and often uses magic to change her appearance to what she feels that day, although he also uses any pronouns.

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When he first came to the wukongverse, he was lost in the fruit mountain forest. this is why mac and mihou heard something from afar but they weren't sure what it was.She was lost for a while until she saw the house and decided to try her luck, she went there and knocked on the door several times until it was opened.

She didn't really pay much attention to how they looked, she just wanted to know where he was and how he got there. but after entering that house and taking a good look at the people in it...

They all looked almost the same as their father.

and so begins his adventure in the wukongverse.

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Extra data:

He is 15 years old

He is an only child, therefore he tends to treat the little ones like his younger siblings.this will happen with liuer and see mk as an older brother figure

She knows how to cook since most of the time she tends to make her own lunches for school

In fact, he has a nanny/babysitter since he was a child since his father was not usually at home or too busy to spend time with her. It was never intentional on his part, he just has a lot of work but he always tries to compensate in some way

tends to call her nanny/babysitter mother by accident as she was the closest thing to a mother figure

They are a very sociable person but they have a fairly small circle of friends, since there are few people with who she really feels comfortable.

In this Au Macaque and wukong they are more like brothers, therefore he would be like his uncle and he really loves him a lot since his father was there when his father couldn't

in fact he has a little cousin who is the son of mac! She also loves him very much, it is her little family and she adores them

It is small and somewhat broken, but it is still the family that they love so much 💕

That's all for now, thanks for reading!

The wukongverse au belongs to @theweirdhybrid !!!

Go check out its content, it's spectacular!

#my art #art #jttw #monkie kid #sun wukong #into the wukongverse #Wukongverse #Original oc #oc #into the wukongverse au #monkey king hero is back #monkey king reborn

[pastel-pillows]

I want you all to know I planned this one way and thought of a way to make it hurt more.

This is the longest thing I’ve ever written, its about 3,200 words, with my hands i don’t generally write long things so I’m proud of this.

Pieces of you

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Lots and lots of angst, like heavy CW: mentions of death, Injury and memory issues, no comfort

Unedited for now.

No one really seems to understand the way day to day things affect your life, the constants overlooked and unappreciated until they’re gone. You were neither over looked, nor under appreciated but the absence of your presence has left a gaping clarity to the extents of which you’ve filled the lives around you, and even now a year later things fall short and spaces remain empty. There are only pieces of you remaining that struggle to fill the you shaped molds.

Halloween was your favorite holiday, the outrageous costumes and parties following a night out with the kids trick or treating, you always stealing from their candy buckets as you walked down the streets of Hawkins despite their muttered protests.

“It’s a babysitter tax, you don’t think I’m doing this for free do you?” They’d long since grown out of the age of needing a babysitter, freshly done with middle school and just barely into their first year of high school, but old habits die hard and you’d been taking them trick or treating since Mrs. Henderson had hired you as Dustin’s baby sitter back in 1983 when Will had gone missing. You knew they’d be fine, but you were well past the age of trick or treating and who else was going to let you eat the new airheads candy from their bags.

“We’re fourteen! I can trick or treat on my own this year.” Annoyed as he pretended to be, Dustin loved having you around, seeing you as an older sister and enjoying the noise you brought into his quiet home. Even if you were overprotective you filled the nights his mom worked with idle chatter, letting him talk about the campaigns he’d played or what Eddie or Mike had done during lunch, he liked how you listened, but loved how you’d parrot parts of his story back or ask questions on things you didn't understand. He liked the addition you were to his group and to his family, and if the price was a strawberry piece of taffy, it was a good deal.

“Are you saying you’re too old for me now Dusty? Have you outgrown my services?”

“Yes, don’t you have a boyfriend to make out with or something? We can see Mike’s house from here, you can go.” Dustin’s scowl couldn’t stay in place when you ruffled his hair, laughing as you did and handing you yet another few pieces of taffy to sate your sweet tooth for the night, then shooed you off to the blue Camaro parked across the street from the Wheeler house, Billy leaned against the hood with a cigarette tucked between his lips.

“They’re tougher than they look.”

“Yeah I know, but they aren’t gonna trick or treat forever and then I’ll be forced to make my boyfriend go broke buying me candy.” Smoke came out in puffs against your lips when Billy laughed, your face pinching in disgust making him laugh more.

Chucking Billy apologized when you smacked his chest, clicking your tongue and rolling your eyes when he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in for a kiss, your tongue sweet with artificial strawberry. “You know I’m more of a Cherry man.”

“I know, that’s why I got all Strawberry.”

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Looking back, the headaches had started first, you’d just been cleared to go home with instructions to be careful and avoid strenuous activities, to which Billy made an obligatory sex joke, asking what counted as strenuous. Scattered here and there, you never really complained too much, telling the others you needed a nap or some Tylenol and you’d bounce back just fine. You always had, but the headaches began to get worse and the naps went from thirty minutes to three hours, the pain enough to nauseate and incapacitate you, not that you’d ever let that fact slip.

***

The following Halloween all of them gathered for trick or treating, none of them wanting the role to go unfilled, even Billy tagged along, arms crossed over his chest and his gaze unfocused. The happy chattering of the other kids and teens swarming around seemed distant and muffled, things going in and out of clarity without you there ruffling hair and stealing candy, your teasing remarks absent amongst the idle chatter of which houses to hit and who had the best candy.

The night was still fun, with bags and buckets full of candy they did as they’d done every year, dumping their hauls into piles and trading. There ended up being a small pile in the middle of the living room floor when trading had finished, all bright red wrappers with smiling balloons ready for the only person who liked them. Every kid had grabbed Strawberry taffy, ready for your greedy hands to reach into their bags and buckets to collect a babysitter tax like you had in years past.

Dustin missed you ruffling his hair and eating his candy and he didn’t try to hide it when his eyes began to tear up watching Billy awkwardly take the pile of candy and ruffling the kids hair, it was the first time they’d ever been without you for halloween and it’d felt wrong to not have you there, telling them which houses were the best and talking about what party you and Billy were heading to after.

You had always crinkled as you walked, the wrappers in your pocket giving away your candy theft, your lips and mouth always a bright red.

By the time their final year of trick or treating came around, there was always a pile of your favorite that Billy ultimately took and along the way cherry wasn’t his favorite flavor anymore, strawberry was, cherry just didn’t taste as good anymore.

***

“My house, my couch, my spot.” It was hard logic to argue with, it was his house and it was his couch but they’d been banking on you having softened up Billy around the edges, when it was just you hosting the movie night spots had always been first come first serve, even with the pillows and blankets the littered the floor everyone had scrambled for a spot on the couches and chairs, not wanting to sit on the floor for several hours, you’d made sure you did your best and kept everyone comfy, but for yourself, you were always just content to lay against your boyfriend.

Dustin and Lucas protested the most, the former appealing to your babysitter side, Lucas tried bargaining with Billy saying he was basically family since he was dating Max and should be able to squeeze onto the couch with you three, you spent the whole time on Billy’s lap so there should be room for him too. “You Shit birds can sit on the ground, Max too. We need the room to stretch.”

“Great, Lucas, now we both have to sit on the floor” With a roll of her eye Max slid to the ground, her back pressed to the couch and knees turned away from a now apologetic Lucas, her lips twitching into a smile against her will when he offered her the last Reese’s as a show of remorse, Mike arguing in the background that Lucas hadn’t left any for any of the others.

“This is why we need a movie night with just the guys, all the couples ruin it!” Dustin chucked a throw pillow at you, Billy just managing to smack it away when it nearly nailed him instead. The warning stare he got had him turning around and crossing his arms over his chest, peeved but knowing better than to say anything else.

“Dustin, you act like you wouldn't be acting the same way if Suzie was here, we haven’t forgotten your rendition of Never ending Story.” Dustin smacked your leg when you nudged the hat from his head with a sock covered foot, the beginning of the song being hummed by you and earning you another smack to your leg.

“Can we just start the movie now.” The shared grin between yourself and Max a foreshadowing of the teasing to come if Dustin didn’t redirect the conversation now, he could only hear your off pitch singing so often and having been driven here by you and Billy he felt he’d suffered enough for the next week. No one should love Elton John as much as you did, the lyrics of I’m still standing embedded into his memory.

“Yeah, yeah. What’d you guys swindle from Steve this week?” You scooted into pace on Billy’s lap, head resting on his shoulder, arms winding around him, ready to watch whatever movie they’d convinced Steve to let them ‘borrow’ from the store for the night.

“We got die hard! They just got it in.”

“Mike, Die hard isn’t a Christmas movie.” You’d only heard about the movie and with what you’d learned of it not only was it not a Christmas movie, but it wasn’t one for kids, or at least it wouldn't have been if they hadn’t already seen worse.

“It takes place on Christmas, it’s totally a Christmas movie.” This time you shoved Dustin with your foot knocking him into the peacefully observing Will, both shouting ‘Hey!’ At you.

“It is not.” Not that you ended up really paying any attention, you’d found Billy’s lips to be far more entertaining than the actual film, catching bits and pieces of it when the kids would chuck popcorn at you, telling you that you were missing all the good stuff.

***

When the headaches got the addition of dizziness, falling down the stairs and stumbling across sidewalks, Billy had quite literally dragged you to the doctors for an answer, the development of your two left feet painting your skin in a series of unfortunate purples and blues. The nausea of the room swaying wreaking havoc on your appetite and ability to keep food down.

You got your answer soon enough, Post concussion syndrome, it was a problem that could last for a few weeks, but shouldn’t last longer than a few months, you would be fine in time. Nothing to worry about.

The reassurance was enough to sate both Billy’s worries as well as you own, you were tough enough to deal with this for awhile.

***

Movie nights were held at the Byers now, without you Billy and Steve never remembered to make sure there were pillows and blankets for everyone or what snacks were everyone's current favorite. It took a few cramped nights of discomfort at your apartment, trying to keep the tradition alive and as familiar as they could for the sake of your memory,but the venue was quickly changed to somewhere more comfortable, it was just never quite the same. No amount of pillows filled the room the way you’re teasing and jokes had.

The argument of whether Die hard was a Christmas movie was had every year, the sides evenly split with who stood where on the issue, the large group crowding the aisles of the movie store while they picked their choices for their holiday movie marathon, voting on three movies to spend the day watching in between decorating Christmas cookies and sledding.

Every year, of the three choices, Die hard was played.

***

Whether it was intentional or some weird habit, you’d always tap a pattern into Billy’s skin when he was worked up, a repetitive pattern of numbers. You never acknowledged it, or really looked at him when you did it, eyes on whatever you’d been focused on prior or closed and content with resting as you did.

5,4,3,2,1

4,3,2,1

3,2,1

2,1

1

1,2

1,2,3

1,2,3,4,5

It’d taken him a while to actually realize you were doing it, so caught up in whatever argument or nightmare he was having that the tapping of your skin against his was lost, blurred by a flurry of emotions, be they anger or fear. You were always the first thing to break through, the rhythmic pattern grounding him in whatever situation he’d gone blind to, the gentle warmth and reassurance helping him refocus on his body and in turn his breathing.

“I’m good, babydoll.” Your tapping turned to two firm pats against his arm, your smile enough to melt the remaining tension from his shoulders, you knew Billy had a hard time voicing his emotions still, and physical touch was easily his love language, yours personally being words of affirmation made a barrier that had taken you some time to work around.

“Do you want to go back to sleep? It’s only 2:30 in the morning.”

“Yeah.” Billy settled back under the blankets and waited for you to take your place on his chest, he didn’t think he’d get the chance to go back to sleep, not with the way his heart was still racing and the chill of the Mindflayers memory crept into the deepest parts of his bones, cooling him in a way he always swore he’d never warm up from, visions from the nightmare that had startled him awake still dancing across the backs of his eyelids each and every time he closed them.

“I love you Billy, good night.”

“Love you too.” Accepting a night of restlessness Billy stared at the spinning fan on your ceiling,the blades doing little to cool the room but feeling almost arctic to his flushed skin, the bright red numbers of the alarm clock illuminating the room and seemingly unchanging even with the dragging of time.

The clock only read 2:35 when he next checked it, despite it feeling like thirty minutes had easily passed, and suddenly the thought of staying here for another four hours made Billy’s skin crawl, a trapped feeling prickling along his skin and eliciting a need to flee from a situation that didn’t exist, his very body begging him to run.

5,4,3,2,1

Your eyes hadn’t opened and your breath was still slow and steady when your fingers began to tap against his ribs.

4,3,2,1

Billy waited with baited breath hoping you’d fall asleep, with the headaches you’d been getting you needed all the rest you could get and he didn't want to be the reason you were kept up.

3,2,1

A tightness he hadn’t realized had made a home in his chest began to unwind, the breath he didn't know he’d been holding leaving him in a heavy sigh.

2,1

With each deep breath his eyes felt heavier, the pressure of you on his body and the rhythm of your skin against his lulling him to sleep.

1

Billy was asleep by time the clock reached 2:45 am

***

The nightmares didn’t feel as present as they used to, muted by time and space from the actual events, his body no longer falling into fight or flight with each glance of the Mindflayer his mind presented to him at night.

They weren’t easy though, his skin still drenched in sweat and his breaths were heaving from a fight he hadn’t had to deal with since the summer of ‘86, his sleep muddled mind taking awhile to process that he was home, alone and safe in bed free from monster and things that went bump in the night. On nights like these, he found it hard to fall back asleep, watching the clock tick the minutes of his night away, his eyelids heavy and his eyes aching but sleep refusing to take him.

Billy found tapping the sheets on your side of the bed helped, the patten or 5,4,3,2,1 one mixed with your perfume spritzed on the sheets an effective treatment to his insomnia. The warmth it lacked wasn’t something he’d been able to recreate again, despite his best efforts.

***

Spring rolled around the same time your confusion began, alarm clocks weren’t set, keys were lost and important events forgotten. Things you’d both written off as stress with the approach of tourist season and both of your jobs picking up as you prepped for sight-seers and visiting families, stuff could easily be missed or forgotten between shifts and headache naps.

Your few months of Post Concussion Syndrome should have passed and Doctors could only offer the reassurance that some people took longer to heal than others, you were managing and healthy enough and all you could do was give it time and to keep yourself taken care of.

Things had taken a turn for the worse after a small fall on a wet floor at your work, you’d bump into a vending machine and had hit your head pretty good. It wasn’t anything to worry about, you’d definitely taken some worse blows to your head over your years of monster hunting and both you and Billy had written it off, going about your days and moving on, accidents happened.

People began to worry when you forgot which apartment was yours, Steve had found you sitting in your car outside of your apartment complex, staring dazed at the building with an underlying frustration lining your features, puzzling over something he didn’t understand. When he’d approached your car you startled easily but responded to his greeting, he’d helped you grab the groceries from your car and watched as you stopped and looked between the first floor and the second, the same look of frustration scrunching up your features until Steve began to head up the stairs to your apartment, you trailing behind after a moment of hesitation.

Steve bought your excuse of being tired when he questioned if you were feeling ok and helped you begin to pack away the groceries, it was a believable excuse, your job was hard and had demanding hours, staring with the frozen stuff your best friend grabbed the container of Strawberry Ice cream you’d gotten, the movement causing the insides to slosh around.

Your place was only a five minute drive from the store, how could the ice cream be so melted?

Your headaches stayed and your confusion increased, food was going untouched or left on counters and stoves were being left on,conversations were dropped mid-sentence or redirected to completely unrelated topics, names were forgotten and faces gone from your memory before they could ever set into your brain. Doctors offered no real help, it must be another concussion from your fall at work, just give it time and you’d be yourself.

Healing took time you didn’t end up having and as the first heat waves of summer of the following year rolled in you had been long gone and the group struggled to adjust to your lack of presence. Your bright smile and genuine affection for all of the group missed even a full year later, they’d lost a lot of people along their journey but somehow you sat heaviest in their minds, the way they’d lost you was different, even if the damage had been caused by the events of the upside down.

Billy can’t help when his mind wanders now, to how it might have been easier if he’d lost you all at once, or even entirely, the pieces of you he’d been left with almost too painful to enjoy. Watching you tap your leg in that same pattern with an absent look on your face, eyes glazed and unfocused ripping at a part of Billy he’d thought he’d lost long ago.

“It’s nice to meet you. What’s your name?” Your smile, at the very least, was something he’d never lose.

@boomhauer 💕

More or less, brain swelling and damage from the battles took reader in a cruel and unusual way.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove angst #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x reader #billy

[that-one-i-think]

Nobody asked but I am going to do it anyway:

What I would have done with the Criminal Minds Mr. Scratch arc, but with a larger focus on Aaron and Jack Hotchner. This one will be a focus on Jack and Hotch's relationship during witsec and then will be reblogged with the rest of the plot. (All of this part would be going on along with the normal cases, a B plot)

One of the biggest reasons why Mr. Scratch became the serial killer he is today is due to his father. With Scratchs father being arrested from being accused of child abuse and then murdered in prison. So, with that added onto the fact that Peter Lewis was already stalking Jack, I feel that Peter Lewis would try to attack Hotch through one of the things he holds the most dear. His fatherhood.

Hotch and Jack would still go into witness protection, but ever the workaholic, wouldn't stop working the case. He would consistently break the witsec regulations in order to communicate with the BAU so he can bring Mr. Scratch down. It would mirror how he acted during the George Foyet case, except this time instead of driving his wife away and losing her, he drives away his son.

During this time, 12 year old Jack, who had just joined his middle school soccer team and had just made it into the art club. (Gonna give him an art interest due to Beth because she was written out waaaay to soon). Things were starting to look normal for Jack, but one day, during the halfway point of his game, he was picked up and put into witness protection.

Jack was pissed but with this being his 3rd time, he knew the drill. He lost his entire personality yet again and became his new identity, 15 year old Danny Lafayette, a kid from Wyoming who moved to Louisiana after the loss of him Mom to be closer to her family. That he could do.

Jack was angry at his dad, but he fortunately got his mom's acting ability, and after having Emily be his babysitter, he made sure that his dad never knew. So Jack established roots and made friends. Rather easy to do because he was now a freshman in high school and needed all of the help he could get. (Safer to go older when a serial killer is after you, cause who would put an average 7th grader into 9th grade?)

4 months went by, and Hotch and Jack were doing okay until Jack was taking a test when he gets called to the office because "his uncle died". They are moving again, this to Quebec Canada for a temporary stay while they are building new identities yet again.

For 4 weeks, Jack is Pierre Morris, a French kid who is in Quebec to reconnect with his dad. Hotch and the Witsec agents fully abused the fact that Emily and Reid babysat him. That is when his Witsec Agent set him up with an "anonymous therapist who specialized in people in witness protection.". His father encouraged it so Jack had no reason to distrust it.

Jack has sessions with the "therapist" every other day, and the two become close. Jack is happy, Hotch is happy and during that time, and that is when they move for the last time. With Jack putting on his last identity, Oliver Hall a

One month later and one day before Jacks birthday, he was on the shared computer on call with his "therapist" when he sees a message pop up. The "therapist" encourages him to look and that is when Jack finds out Aaron has been working the case and risking their safety.

If we think that Hotch's fight with Haley was bad, this was worse. Jack yelled for his dad, and Hotch came running, and that is when he saw the message on the computer. Jack immediately started yelling, and the two fought right then and there. It got to the point where Jack asked if the case was more important than him, and in the heat of the moment, Hotch yelled that he was saving lives.

At that moment, Jack did the only thing he could do and ran. He ran out of the house and just ran.

Unfortunately for both him and Hotch, Jack never ended the call, and the "therapist" heard everything. Next thing Jack knew, he was being picked up by his therapist and gone.

Check reblogs for part 2 (may be being written) and feel free to interact and comment

#criminal minds #jack hotchner #aaron hotchner #criminal minds fanfiction #mr scratch #peter lewis

[munsonsduchess]

To Hell With the Devil

summary: you end up being eddie's babysitter while you're hiding out at rick's place, the only problem is you cannot stand eddie munson w/c: 1,776 warnings: fluff, swearing, eddie is a flirty menace, mentions of body horror and what happened to chrissy a/n: this was another sleepover request and when i saw it my brain immediately jumped to fake dating but then the wonderful @pillow-titties suggested enemies to lovers and how could i refuse?

any mistakes or typos you notice should be written down on a piece of paper, folded eight times, placed in an acorn and thrown into lovers lake. thank you.

(moodboard by me)

You'd been having breakfast when you saw the news. A murder at the trailer park, one of the cheerleaders from the high school had been found dead in a trailer but the police weren't saying any more at this time. 

You called Steve immediately knowing he was the only one who'd be watching the news at that moment in time as well, Robin too if she was working alongside him,

"Yeah we've seen it, the police don't have any suspects but I don't think this is anything to do with us" by 'us' he meant interdimensional monsters and the upside down, both of which you'd been introduced to last summer while working at Starcourt Mall and you'd gotten mixed up with Robin, Steve, Dustin and a very bossy ten year old called Erica. Not to mention the secret russian lab underneath the mall and everything that went along with it,

"Well I'll come by anyway, I have some tapes to return" you told him, your parents had rented some movies the night before and had left it to you to return the tapes on your day off work. You said your goodbyes before gathering what you needed for the drive to Family Video.

When you got to the store on the other side of town you hadn't expected both Dustin and Max to be there as well, apparently making nuisances of themselves behind the counter, 

"Just in time!" Robin called as you walked through the door, "Steve is about to commit a double child murder!" 

"Hey!" Max protested, "I didn't do shit!"

"Do I want to know?" you asked Steve who sighed loudly, 

"Henderson and Mayfield say the trailer that Cheerleader was found in was Eddie Munson's place" 

"He's also totally innocent!" Dustin interrupted, "whatever is going on Eddie didn't do it!" 

Max explained how her mother had seen Eddie leave the trailer park in the middle of the night and hadn't seen him since. She'd woken up that morning to the crime scene opposite her own trailer and so here they were searching for Eddie's friends phone numbers in the family video system to try and locate the man's whereabouts,

"Ok so any luck with that?" you'd asked, "or are we just gonna leave it alone because it's for the police to deal with" 

"You don't get it! You hate Eddie!" Dustin thrust an accusatory finger in your face and you shrugged. You couldn't disagree with him, you certainly weren't Eddie Munson's number one fan. He'd been a blip on your peripheral vision throughout high school and now that you were two years post graduation you really didn't care what he was up to. You'd heard from Steve that the younger set of kids i.e. Lucas, Dustin and Mike worshiped the ground Eddie walked on since they'd been inducted into his club, something about a dragon game, and that it really got under Steve's skin that Dustin had so many nice things to say about the super senior whenever he and Dustin saw each other.

➽───────────────❥

In the end Dustin had found the address of one of Eddie's lesser known friends, his drug dealer as a matter of fact, Reefer Rick and you'd been roped into going along with everyone else to the boathouse by Lovers Lake to find the missing man since Dustin was still convinced of his innocence. 

You'd all pulled up to the house and found it deadly quiet. Rick himself was in prison or so you'd heard and if Eddie was here then he wasn't letting anyone know. At least until Steve started banging things with an oar and ended up pushed against a wall with a broken bottle to his neck. Not you imagined how he thought his day would go, nor did you imagine the former King of Hawkin's High would have wanted Dustin Henderson to beg for him not to be harmed for his sake. 

Eddie finally put the bottle down and sunk to the ground, his usual dark eyes held distress and fear as he recounted his story of what had happened to the cheerleader the police had found dead in his trailer that morning. Chrissy Cunningham, you didn't know her personally but you remembered her from pep rallies and things, she was a couple of years younger than you but the same age as Nancy and Robin who would probably know her better. 

By the end of the story it became clear, this was a group problem and not something the police could handle. The account of Chrissy's milky white eyes, her levitation onto the ceiling before all the bones in her body snapped and her jaw broke and her eyes had burst, pouring blood all over the trailer. This was definitely not something Hawkins PD could deal with, especially without Chief Hopper, 

"Don't worry, we've done this before" Dustin said and put a hand on Eddie's shoulder, "you should stay here in case anyone starts looking for you" 

"Yeah that's a good idea" Steve agreed, "someone should stay with you while we try and figure out what we're dealing with" 

As Steve spoke he looked at you and you could only shake your head violently, using your arms to gesture no way but Steve chose to ignore you and so while you watched everyone else leave you crossed your arms and scowled. Why did it have to be you? This was bullshit,

"Looks like it's just you and me now honey" Eddie grinned at you, "what should we do?" 

"I'm not doing anything with you" you spat, "I don't see why I have to be the babysitter, this is bullshit" 

Eddie just laughed. Asshole. He probably thought this was hilarious, that you were stuck looking after him with nothing but a walkie talkie and whatever passed for entertainment in a boathouse belonging to a convicted drug dealer. 

➽───────────────❥

You'd turned your back on Eddie for two seconds and he'd gone from throwing rocks into a can to breaking into Rick's actual house,

"What being wanted for murder wasn't enough? Now it's breaking and entering!" you hissed at him, "come back here Munson" 

"Relax would you, Rick told me I could use the place whenever I wanted. I'm looking for his spare key" Eddie shot back at you, another grin on his face like he found the whole thing endlessly amusing, "got it" 

"Great, now get inside before someone sees you!" 

"Ladies first" he made a mock bow and gestured into the open doorway, you rolled your eyes and quickly ran into the house with Eddie following. 

"This is definitely not what Steve had in mind when he said to stay put and lay low, if we get caught I will throw you under the bus" 

Eddie's face fell for a fraction of a second and his shit eating grin was replaced with a frown. It happened so quickly you almost missed it,

"Oh wow well we wouldn't want to disappoint King Steve now would we?" Eddie invaded your personal space, "wouldn't want him to be mad at you" 

"Ugh!" you pushed him away, "Can you go sit in another room or something? It's hard to concentrate with you around!"

"Do I distract you honey?"

"You're jumping around like a five year old on skittles, it's distracting when I'm trying to keep you from getting lynched or something" 

"Why don't you like me?" Eddie asked after a few moments of precious silence, "you were about ready to kick Stevie where the sun doesn't shine for suggesting you be the one to stay" 

"Well lets see, you're annoying, you look like that" you gestured to his ripped jeans, leather jacket and denim vest combo, "you still haven't graduated high school, you're the leader of a nerd club full of fifteen year olds, you're obnoxious as hell, your music is shit, you stink of weed, do I need to go on?" 

"Wow, that's a long list. You probably could have stopped after 'annoying' but you just kept going" 

"Don't get your panties in a wad" 

"Sweetheart if anyone's got their panties in a wad I think it's you" 

"Uh huh sure" you scoffed, Eddie was invading your personal space again but when you tried to push him away he grabbed your wrists and pushed you against one of the walls inside the house, "let go of me Munson" 

"I think, you secretly like me but you don't want Steeeeve to know about it" Eddie leaned in until you were almost cheek to cheek, "so you put on this big show about hating my guts but that's all it is … a show" 

"In your dreams Munson" 

Eddie's tongue darted out quickly to wet his lips and you couldn't help your eyes being drawn to the motion, something he found endlessly funny,

"What's the matter baby? Scared you'll like being stuck here with me?" 

"Oh bite me asshole" 

"Only if you ask nicely" 

"Go fuck yourself" 

"I'd rather fuck you if i'm honest sweetheart" 

You opened your mouth to protest and to tell him exactly what you thought of him but Eddie chose that moment to crash his lips into yours and steal the breath from your lungs in what was honestly the best kiss you'd ever had in your entire life. So much so that when Eddie finally pulled away to let you breathe he was smirking at you like a cheshire cat, 

"Wow, that's really all it took to shut you up? Just one little kiss?" he teased, one of his hands coming up to play with the ends of your hair, "if I'd known that I would have done it sooner, to hell with Steve" 

"Why the hell do you keep bringing up Steve?" you asked, still slightly breathless. You couldn't understand why Eddie saw fit to keep talking about the other man,

"Well you obviously have a thing for him, like every other girl in this godforsaken town" 

"You're a fucking idiot. Steve's practically my brother, I do not have a thing for him" 

"Is that so? Cause I think you're just trying to cover your hide now that I know all about your secret little crush"

There was clearly no stopping Eddie now that he thought he had you all figured out so you did the only thing you could think of. You grabbed the lapels of his denim jacket and crushed your lips together again effectively shutting him up,

"Really Munson? One little kiss is all it takes?" you taunted, mirroring his words from earlier,

"Oh sweetheart, you've done it now. You don't know what you've started" 

"Just shut up and kiss me again you asshole"

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[gothamslostboy]

📁 for Micheal tlb!!

A/N: I’m in a Michael mood rn so I figured I’d do this request first, but to the person who requested it, I will do the Jervis fic soon I promise

My boy has perfect pitch

Sam just walks up to him and hits random things together and is like “what note was that”

Michael put a lock on his door bc one night sam did rt his at 4:00am

He loves Disney movies

I’ve said this so many times but he LOVES cooking

Especially for ppl he cares about

His favorite season is summer

It would be spring but he’s allergic to flowers

Still buys Star flowers every week

His favorite fruit is cantaloupe

Likes the look of button up shirts but cant stand actually wearing them

Solid B+ student

Does well in math tho

Has 5 pairs of shoes: 1 set of foot flops, 1 set of dress shoes, 1 pair of boots, 2 sets of tennis shoes

Looks identical to his grandpa on his dads side

Prefers quilts over blankets

Decent singing voice but thinks it’s awful

Mamas boy, but in the good way

Normally his room is pretty neat, but around important tests it gets messy

Always wanted brown eyes

Used to help grandpa Emerson with his taxidermy when little until he realized it was actual animals

Nanook was originally his dog, but gave her to Sam after realizing he didn’t want the responsibility

Still lays on the floor with Nanook’s head on his chest like they did when she was a puppy occasionally

Learned piano for a couple years but dropped it for guitar

Has a tiny scar just below his hairline on the back of his neck bc Sam threw a pencil at him in elementary school

Collects quarters

Favorite candy is pop rocks

When he was a toddler he was a dance machine and Lucy constantly brings it up and accidentally embarrassed him

Michael and Lucy have had special nights just for them since he was 2 where they watch their favorite kids movies together curled up on the couch

He saved up money from his first job in Santa Carla and bought a tv so they could continue this

At some point in life he gets a chicken named Julian

I Like @persephone-s-moon ‘s Rat Series so even though they aren’t they boys, laddie, and Star, he gets 6 rats to help with anxiety after the night in the house

Names are Joey, Bobby, Danny, Chloe, Rosie, & Frankie

Yes all their names had to end with an “e” sound on purpose

He and Star end up dating for a couple years, but decided to be friends after a while

Michael ends up dating a bleach blonde guy who he just can’t figure out why he looks so familiar no it’s not actually david

Kinda regrets not turning when he reaches his 30s

Would never tell anyone that tho

His favorite Disney movie as of 1987 was The Fox and The Hound

But adored the Little Mermaid when it came out and took Laddie to see it all the time

Also was the one who went with Star to return laddie to his parents after everything, and the pair became his official babysitters

He gets a little creeped out whenever laddie acts like the boys tho

Still bought laddie a new jacket when he outgrew his old one, and it looked a lot like Dwayne’s

Becomes a music teacher in 50s, but was a producer before that

Ends up married to a girl named Susan, and has a son- Gabriel David Emerson

Yes Sam and everyone besides Laddie gave him hell for the middle name

Ends up being a great dad

Favorite shape is a trapezoid

Listens to Queen a ton

He and Star end up life long besties

#the lost boys michael emerson #michael emerson the lost boys #michael the lost boys #tlb #the lost boys michael #tlb 1987 #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys #dbb post #tlb michael emerson #michael emerson headcanons #tlb michael #michael tlb

[hopelesslydimwitted]

i’ll never forget the love of my first cat. i was pretty young, and i’ll regret that i didn’t appreciate him as much as i should have at the time

he was a black cat and we got him as a kitten. maybe that’s why he was so patient with child me

i remember a time where he let me swaddle him up in a blanket like my baby doll. it was a light pink blanket, and he let me set him on it and wrap it around him. he was stiff and probably wasn’t thrilled, but he didn’t fight or bite me. i made sure to carry him so carefully to show my parents

i remember a time when there was an outdoor cat in my neighborhood. he was an orange tabby my brother and i would pet while we waited for the bus. we thought he was pretty chill, and most of the time he was. but once, he approached me while i was in my garage. i’m not sure what set him off, but he began to hiss at me. my cat was not an outdoor cat, but the door to our house was open. as soon as the tabby approached me, my cat ran out and got into a fight. they were a blur of yowling and loose hair, and i had to swat the tabby away with a broom. i was so happy my parents didn’t find any blood or injuries on him. he may have just been defending his territory, but i was a part of it too

i remember a time my babysitter went to tuck me in one night. it was the first time she’d had to stay so late, so this was new. for whatever reason, he decided he didn’t like that she was so close to me while in my bed. while she was pulling up the covers, he jumped up and bit her on the hand. that was the first ‘for real’ bite he did (tho there was no blood drawn). the second was when a friend and i were play fighting. she was winning, and that involved ‘kicking’ me. he had been upstairs for most of it, but he came down as she was kicking at me. there was a blur of black and suddenly he was holding onto her leg. he only bit once for a few seconds, not enough to draw blood, but it took him a few more moments to detach from her leg.

I don’t remember these times, but my parents tell me about them. he would wait until i was asleep before coming and sleeping at my feet. i was a kid and didn’t like him on my bed, so if i was awake i would kick him off. without fail, i would push him off my bed, and without fail, he would return as soon as i stopped moving. he was usually gone by the time i woke up, but my parents claimed he spent most nights with me. he just wanted to be close, spend that extra time with me, even if i would so adamantly reject that.

i wasn’t able to be there when he died. it wasn’t sudden, he had been sick for a few weeks and wasn’t getting better. my parents had made an appointment, but didn’t tell us. we were in middle school, and i know it would have broken my heart to be there. but i still wish i had been able to properly say goodbye that morning, more than just a scratch on the head as i passed him by. he had given me so much love through the years, and i hope he knew he was loved in return

#can’t sleep cos i got the flu what’s up #my throat hurts and now i’m crying at 4 am

[rylredrants]

Dads of GenX

Seems the theme for today is Dads.

One friend that I grew up with shared stories of the abuse she suffered at her dad’s hands… some of which I saw firsthand. We were teenagers getting ready for church at her house, in the bathroom doing our hair and makeup when he yelled at her and shoved her so hard that she flew behind me and landed in the bathtub… then we all went to church where he sang in the choir.

Another friend posted about the anniversary of his dad’s passing and how much he missed his parents because of how much they taught him and how well loved he was as a child.

We’re all roughly the same age (early/mid-40s, late GenX/Xennials) but I think our dads were of different generations. The good dad was a bit older than the abusive one and my friend with all the positive memories of his parents was adopted.

The abusive dad was close in age to my own ‘dad’ (and my father) which is what all of this brings to mind. The man who raised me and the man I recently discovered was my father were both in the military during the Vietnam War. My bio dad was a Soldier & Marine while the man who raised me joined the Navy to avoid combat. Their drugs of choice were also on the opposite end of the spectrum with the man who raised me smoking copious amounts of (then illegal) cannabis and my bio dad (allegedly) being a heavy meth user.

The man who raised me was the picture of undiagnosed depression, hiding in the garage and avoiding me when he wasn’t working on a construction site, slinging racist rhetoric, or screaming at fast food employees. If he’d been alive on January 6th I have no doubt that he’d have been at the Capitol in a red hat. In my childhood home, I was the one who did the yelling… yelling at my brother in the middle of the night for pissing on the toilet seat or at my ‘dad’ when I came home from school because we had DARE that day and I’d discovered a bag of weed in the pocket of the jacket I’d borrowed from him. I remember calling him by his name and yelling, “What the fuck is this shit?” as I flung the baggie at him.

I was eight.

I was constantly told how grown up and mature I was but in the times when I truly needed an adult there wasn’t one who I trusted to parent me. My ‘dad’ was afraid of me and/or so deeply resented my resemblance to my mother that when I looked straight at him with some hard or uncomfortable truth he literally ran away muttering, “I have to go to the bathroom” where he would lock himself away until I retreated to my bedroom.

As for my bio dad, I’m told he was a yeller as well. His widow said that she didn’t think he was made to be a parent and that he was constantly hollerin’ at the kids. She had 2 when they met and they later had my sister. My little sister, his youngest, described him as kind and loving but also that he could get scary at times.

My husband’s father is also a Vietnam Vet who survived a horrific incident that left him pretty badly wounded. His parents went in the opposite direction of my own, becoming deeply religious. Their home had no drugs or alcohol, only Jesus.

Oh! And a missionary trip to Africa with all 3 boys during a political coup that became its own trauma fuel for my husband and his brothers.

My childhood home included a pot-growing babysitter which was fitting because apparently my ‘dad’ was a dealer. Their disco cocaine days only slowed down after my baby brother walked into the living room with a McDonald’s straw up his nose because he’d seen them doing lines.

From where I sit now I can see all the trauma across my family tree.

I see the abuse my mother endured as the later-in-life accident in an otherwise ‘perfect’ Catholic family.  Her anorexic mother chided her about her weight and the magnet on the fridge read, “Holy Cow! Are you eating again!” with a small bell that alerted the household that the door had been opened.

I see the quiet acceptance of poverty from my ‘dad’ as the child of a teenaged mother whose bio dad abandoned them shortly after his birth… a mother who’d grown up picking cotton in the fields, a ‘rich Oakie because they had 2 mattresses for all dozen or so kids.’ And I wonder how much he heard as a child about the traumatic birth she experienced because breaking her hips to deliver him was the way it was done before C-sections. I can only wonder because they all passed away before I could begin asking these questions.

I see my bio dad’s family and the stories my living blood relatives have told of alcoholism, parental estrangement, murder/suicides, drug abuse and a host of Jerry Springer episode fodder. Add all of that to combat in Vietnam and it makes sense that he would self-medicate into an early grave.

I see it all and it makes sense, but none of that means they are forgiven for the way I grew up. You can’t forgive away that kind of deep damage.

And where I sit now, that also helps me understand why my own daughter cut me out of her life like she did. I understand her trepidation at reconnecting after her father’s suicide and the fact that no matter how many times I’ve said “I love you” to her since, she’s never said it back.

Do I expect forgiveness from her for everything she had to endure because of my own trauma? No.

You can’t forgive things like that away.

What I can hope for is that she’ll understand and accept that I know better now and I’m trying to do better. I will never be the mother she needed because I can’t go back in time. I can’t bring back the dead. I can’t fill the holes in her soul or mine that festered and grew because our parents didn’t have the tools to support us when we needed it most.

The best I can do from here is speak up and tell my story so that others don’t feel so alone in it. I can break the silence around the parts of our GenX/Xennial feral latchkey kid narrative that so many of us are only beginning to voice.

We were alone. Unparented. Abandoned by parents who were also very damaged people struggling to make sense of the world around them.

A world full of Vietnam veterans and the women back home who were suddenly told that being a wife and mother wasn’t enough.

It’s a wonder that so many of us have made it to middle age at all!

#gen x #xennial #daddy issues #vietnam #vietnam war #latchkey kids

[ryv-chan]

Ryu's Creepypasta Life: Two

Alright, chapter two is finally here. I've been mainly focusing on artwork and other projects like iceberg videos (I'm on my last installment).

This is coming from a Wattpad series I'm working on currently, so I'll have a link to the original source cause the description has some useful info.

I'll take feedback from anyone if there's something that needs improvement or just doesn't make any sense. But please refrain from saying stuff like "I don't like this" or "this sucks" cause that's not actual criticism in my eyes.

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Three days left. Three days left until Ryu’s final decision to meet up with Alex. For the most part, he just sorta existed. He didn’t contribute much to the world, besides working and socializing with his coworkers. But Ryu did care about other people’s well being, and Alex was no exception. 

Ryu didn’t really have any preferences when it came to dating people. He did have a few crushes throughout his school years. Nearly all of them were the shy, awkward, nerdy type. So, there was something about them that drew Ryu in close. 

Ryu having these types of shower thoughts wasn’t anything new, but it left Ryu in the bathroom for a while. But it also led to his water bill increasing by a few dollars which made him die inside. So when Ryu caught himself thinking very deeply about his life, he immediately turned off the water and got out and ready for the day. 

When Ryu finished getting dressed and walked out into the kitchen, he spotted the dining table’s chair laid on the floor. Ryu froze, he always locked his doors, made sure everything was nice and neat, and would’ve known what caused the chair to fall. But no gusts of wind could’ve done it, and Ryu probably would’ve noticed something was off before going to bed. And the sound of a chair falling just a door away would have woken Ryu up. 

He walked over and picked up the chair, setting it back in its original place. It was like he was in the middle of a stage, having just screwed up his performance and was left to deal with all eyes on him, before going back to acting like nothing happened. But something really did happen. Ryu’s brain was trying to rationalize what he had seen, but of course he knew someone had gotten in. 

Ryu then did a vigorous search of the place to make sure nothing wasn’t misplaced or stolen. It seemed like everything was in order, it was just that one chair that had fallen. 

Ryu couldn’t eat, so he just went to work without having breakfast, a decision that he would later come to regret. But he was too anxious to even touch food in fear he would throw it up. Before Ryu left, he went around the house to make sure all the windows were closed and locked. And did the same thing with the doors right before he left, and tested them too. 

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Arriving at work Ryu walked in to see Lisa and Mia, greeting him with friendly smiles. Then he saw Alex, yikes… 

Ryu felt a bit awkward as he went to clock himself in for work. He didn’t want to make that obvious on top of his possible date plans and paranoia. 

Ryu looked over and caught Alex staring at him, he quickly turned his head around and acted like he wasn’t looking at Ryu in the first place. Ryu could feel butterflies suddenly. He also then caught Mia staring as well, over by the register, making kissy faces at Ryu like a teenager. 

Ryu could feel his fears dissipating, being replaced by awkward fluff. He hadn’t realized how interested he had been in Alex. Which just made him mad that he was so open with his coworkers about childhood crushes and what he liked in people. 

“Well? Are you just going to stand there, or are you gonna actually do something?” Mia snickered. 

Ryu enjoyed the company of his coworkers, but sometimes they just acted like a bunch of babysitters.

“You have yet to tell me where I could be working…” said Ryu, slightly irritated. 

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At some point during his shift, Ryu had to use the restroom. Behind the curtain, and halfway down a long, concrete hallway was the bathroom. Continuing down the hallway, just to the left lead into the cafe. In a rather trashed city, of course the public bathroom smelt terrible, with uncleaned mold growing on the walls and tile. It was a fly’s paradise, which just made it worse for Ryu since he hated insects. 

The hallway was only lit up by the neon bathroom sign that hung over the bathroom entrance. It was a small room with no stalls, just a toilet and a sink with a busted mirror. Ryu was able to power through the awful smell, he would only be in there for a few minutes at max. 

When he went to wash his hands, he turned on the rusted faucet as he looked at himself. Himself that had more than one face from the broken pieces clinging to its frame. He wasn’t bothering to look down as he washed his hands. But when he went to get soap, he saw the crimson tint of the water. Either something died and somehow had gotten into the water supply, or something was terribly wrong. 

Ryu recoiled, turning off the water before quickly unlocking and leaving through the slim bathroom door. He could just wash his hands in the dish-pit. Ryu peered down the hallway towards the coffee shop, and someone was standing there. Nothing was of much detail to Ryu’s naked eye, since it was such a dingy, sketchy hallway. They just stood there, unmoving. Ryu didn’t know where they came from or why they were just there, but it frightened him. So he hastily made his way back to the diner. He couldn’t help but make a quicker dash while he was halfway there, afraid that whoever was there was following him. 

A sudden relief washed over the man as he blew past the curtain to enter the restaurant. None of his coworkers seemed to notice that he was in such a hurry to get back. 

“Welcome back.” Lisa smiled, “Didn’t notice you there.”

As Ryu was washing his hands over the other sink, he tried to rationalize the previous situation he was in. It could’ve been another crackhead or a person who was spooked by the sudden appearance of Ryu leaving. But it all felt wrong, a person couldn’t have been just there for no reason. 

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“Ryu?”

“Ryuuu…”

Ryu’s gaze snapped over to the redhead trying to get his attention, “Mia…?”

“Are you ok? You’re zoning out.” Mia tilted her head. 

“Ya, why are you so worried…?” Ryu spoke jokingly, nearly chuckling. 

“Because you’re usually busy with something.” 

“Sorry… I guess I just didn’t get enough sleep last night…” Ryu muttered, making up an excuse for what happened around an hour ago. 

“It be like that sometimes.” Mia sighed, beginning to clean a section of counter with an old, damp rag. 

After a few moments of silence between the two, Ryu finally spoke up once more, “How… many crackheads do you see on the streets usually…?” he asked softly.

Mia hummed, “Well, they’re everywhere. It’s really not that hard to find them lurking around in an alleyway.”

“What about in buildings…?”

Mia paused, “It’s hard to say… either shooting up in their apartments or getting kicked out of establishments. Can’t say I’ve seen them get booted outside.”

Another few moments of silence pass by, “Why do you ask?” Mia suddenly questioned, glancing over at her soft friend. 

“Well… when I came out of the bathroom, I saw this dude standing at the other end… Y’know, where that coffee shop is…” Ryu confessed, “I wouldn’t be surprised if it was because of the lack of sleep I got, and because of how dark it is down that hall…”

“Maybe, that’s why I carry pepper spray with me everywhere I go.” Mia smiled softly over at Ryu, pulling a small red and black cylinder out of her front pocket to show the man, “It’s dangerous being a girl in this type of city. Not that I’m saying you are one, just appearance wise.”

“Ya, I’ll consider it…” Ryu smiled softly back at the redhead. 

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After Ryu’s shift ended, he stopped at a small convenience store to look for some pepper spray. It was one of those trips where if he couldn’t get it now, he had all the time in the world to look for it later. Bless his luck because Ryu actually found the same kind of pepper gel Mia had. 

Ryu was able to catch one of the last subways going home, it was a bit empty. Emptier than usual. As the train made its rounds, the few people that shared the carrier Ryu soon departed. And very soon Ryu was left alone with the sounds of the speeding subway on the rails echoing in his ears. 

The visual of the silhouette at the end of the hallway was stuck in Ryu’s mind. He felt lucky that nothing bad happened while in that hall, but it was frightening to think if the person began to run after him. Ryu was beginning to think that maybe using a restroom in another establishment was the best option. 

#blood #bloody #creepypasta #creepy #pasta #creepypasta killer #cryptid #cryptids #fanfiction #fanfic #fan #fic #fiction #game #gore #gory #horror #kill #killer #killers #mystery #thriller #roblox #roblox game #violence #violent

[rmjagonshi]

Fic Updates

Ok, I have been beaten into submission by my therapist. I will start writing again even if everything I write is horrid trash and worse than anything a two year old could come up with. 

Whole Again: Under major construction! I need to overhaul this thing in many different ways before I can give it the ending (and sequel) it deserves. I have completely lost track of the plot (not that there was a real plot to begin with) and need to try and work in an actual connecting thread into what already exists. Which means I’ll be adding, subtracting and rearranging some of the text. Actively changing. As in every day or so something will change. 

In for a Penny In For a Pound: Chapter 5 is missing. I have no Earthly idea where this chapter came from because it does not exist anywhere on my computer, external hard drive or anywhere else I keep digital media. It’s just GONE. Which means I’ll be copying it from AO3 to actually do anything about it. It’s supposed to be a shorter one; mayyyybe like 4 or 5 more chapters. Its on the docket.

What We’re Left; To Carry On: Yup, this one too. Don’t know when I’ll work on it. I’ll probably jump around and add to everything a little at a time. This one is a bit easier to work on because I have things actually planned out. Unfortunately, I have been infected with “Old Man brain rot” and have smothered my Stan Plush in hugs. This one may be slower to update. 

Original Works

So I’m also working on some OG stuff

Heir of Gardatia: This is the first “novel” I ever started. Came up with the idea in middle school and have been “working on it” (cough, daydreaming) ever since. Yes, that makes this damn thing officially old enough to drink. This one too, but this one is unlikely to actually see the light of day until its in a condition to show a publisher. 

The Good Samaritan: Whoof, this one is straight outta the archives. Short story very heavily inspired by Steven King. I don’t even know If I have a hard copy of this one anywhere, I might have to start over. But the concept is rock solid and I know the plot from beginning to end. I just need to get it on paper.

Eat Your Heart Out Dante: Based on a trippy dream I had in 2020 where I went to Dante’s Hell and could do random shit even though I was supposed to be in level 5. I had an affair with an Angel that had extreme guilt because of the affair and he was eventually reassigned to be my personal babysitter because I kept breaking out and messing with shit. Any who, I actually tried writing this one and its coming along. Got caught up in the specifics and and struggling with the characterization, but I’ll get there.  

The Vigil: Also “The Lighthouse” or the “The Keeper” I’m still working out a real title. Another random plot bunny that nested in my grey matter and built a damn fortress. So thing Cthulhu and lovecraftian type thing, only the existential cosmic horror isn’t the monster or the insignificance of humans, but the idea that you have forgotten somthing deeply important to you. You go through your belongings and find things that are familiar, but aren't really yours or that you don’t remember buying. Then more an more things come along to make you think that someone is living in your house and your unaware. Then its fear of dementia or Alzheimer's. Then is that creeping realization that, no, the MOST IMPORTANRT PERSON IN THE WORLD TO YOU has gone missing, you have been looking for them, but you didn’t realize you were or that you even had forgotten they existed until you find them. This one is born from a number of reoccurring nightmares I’ve had that all stem from the theme of forgetting something deeply important not because of Alzheimer's but because I just forgot. “Out of sight, out of mind”. Mainly because cosmic horror gods aren't scary to me. It’s like a nuclear bomb. There is not a damn thing I can do about one if some jackhole points one at my head, so why the hell would I live in fear of it. But forgetting, especially when there isn’t a good reason for it, just my damn ADD, oh, yeah, terrifying as fuck.

#my writing #whole again #what we're left; to carry on #krillin x piccolo #stancest #original works #lovecraftian #dante #steven king #I have a thing for horror i guess #even if i don't like horror movies #Yeah #so thats me #being bullied by my therapist to write