#bitter babysitter au

[hello-im-not-a-possum]

Writing in tags got a ball rolling and I'm thinking more and more about full ghost/bitter babysitter Vlad

Thinking about how Jazz and Danny grew up with ghost hunters as parents and a ghost as an uncle, the types of wrenches it throws into the family's relationships with each other...

Starting with the parents' perspective,

It's easy in the beginning to dismiss the paradoxical nature of ghost hunters having a ghost live with them, The Ghostbusters had Slimer, Fentonworks has V-Man. At the start, their tiny children can see and understand the difference between their friendly uncle Vlad (who at the start, looked like a pathetic wet kitten) and a 'real' dangerous ghost.

It's less easy when you and your old friend wind up in an arms race driven and perpetuated by both rational and irrational fear.

At the start when he looked human and his grudge was apparent but it was shown when he was passive-aggressively doing chores around the house and getting the kids ready for school, it was funny, guilt-trippy, sure, but also helpful. Now that the kids are teenagers and can do their own share of the chores and get themselves ready for school that grudge needs other ways to manifest and he can't break inventions and loom ominously on their bedroom ceiling forever.

"We're not *just* ghost hunters, there's more to our studies than dissection and having Vladdie around makes those other studies easier."

With time, turns into...

"Well, how would we know if our anti ghost forcefields and other ghost proofing gadgets work or not if we didn't have a ghost to test them on?"

With more time, turns into...

"This is the Fenton Ecto-Vaporizer, it turns every ghost caught in its rays into nothing but steam! Well, every ghost except the pesky patient because it grew immune to Blood Blossoms and effect amplifying serums 🙄"

And for the most part 'the ghost haunting our home for decades is immune to our shock collar and we need to make something stronger or he'll rip our spines out of our bodies and wear our skins like coats' is said in jest,

at the end of the day,

during those nights that SHOULD be silent but their guilty consciences make the whispers at the end of the bed recounting the day they not only killed, but dumped their best friend like garbage and fled the state that much louder as the bright red eyes of the vengeful spirit become their unwelcome night light...

They have to ask themselves will he kill them before or after the kids go to college?

From the kids' perspective... where do I even start?

Okay, good news is that they had a good tradeoff with a better childhood, I mean for starters their Christmases were a lot less nasty with Uncle Vlad and I strongly suspect that Little Danny's favorite Christmas story of all time was 'A Christmas Carol' as he'd love the christmas ghosts thanks to knowing his own 'christmas ghosts'.

And both kids grow up knowing that ghosts CAN be good people, they see their uncle lose his outer humanity over the years while they grow up and come to understand that just because a ghost can *look* mean and scary doesn't mean that they *are* mean.

Danny would likely have more 'tools' in his belt other than fighting. Sure, fighting's on the table if need be, but when it comes to different ghosts and their different issues, he'd likely stop and ask himself "Is this ghost who's screaming about a dance in need of a butt-kicking, or is she in need of some help?"

but as teenagers who can see that their family situation is NOT normal...

Jazz knows that there's more to Vlad's tragic story than 'I was really sick and your parents didn't visit me in the hospital :C'. She also knows he's not telling her.

Granted, nobody's really comfortable telling the girl one raised to adulthood that their parents murdered and abandoned them without a second thought,

But the whimsy and charm of 'oh look my uncle's a ghost' is lost when 1. you're not a kid anymore. and 2. getting him to be emotionally honest and upfront with you about his past is like pulling teeth.

Does Danny go to any of the adults when the accident happens? CAN he go to any of the adults when the accident happens?

It's established how he hates the idea of his parents getting a divorce, of losing his family, and at this point in time despite their attempts to hide it in front of him and Jazz, he can pick up that Vlad is not happy with or around his parents who in turn appear more and more uncomfortable with their old friend.

He knows that his mom and dad can put up with ghosts if they absolutely need to, but how will they take knowing that HE'S a ghost?

And how will Uncle Vlad himself take it?

He can trust him to teach him everything he knows about being a ghost, but at the same time, he's grown up watching Vlad destroy any and all inventions his parents make that seem too dangerous to them, so what would he do to his parents if he knew that 'their negligence killed him'?

[yoomtahsgf]

if they put sugarless friend and its a paid song tho im going to delete my account uninstall the game and smash my phone to smithereens with the first large rock i find outside

[lilianade-comics]

In your Babysitter Vlad AU, do you think the Portal accident would still happen? Or would Vlad be there to stop Danny from going into the portal? Or if it did happen how would a Vlad who has had some time to grow as a person and come to care for Danny and Jazz react?

Yes, Danny most likely still has his portal accident in this AU, pretty much exactly how it goes in canon. Some key details are as follows:

-Since he and Jazz have first hand experienced a lot of Weird Ghost Stuff together since they were kids, he voluntarily tells her his secret very quickly.

-Danny and Jazz know Vlad....isn't normal. He obviously never told them anything, but both of them witnessed a LOT of very weird and unexplainable things in regards to him during those stints as their babysitter. They were just kids, so they don't remember everything perfectly clearly, but they're in agreement nothing they experienced was a dream.

-By the time Danny gets himself zapped, Vlad hasn't babysat them in several years. He probably stopped before Danny's tenth birthday because the kids were old enough by that point to articulate that their uncle might be a little bit more than just a human. He still sends them birthday cards, though, and Danny and Jazz remember him fondly.

-All of this taken into consideration, Jazz immediately tries to convince Danny to call Vlad after he tells her about his powers. Danny says no, because that sounds like it has the potential to be the most uncomfortable, cringeworthy conversation of his life. Not because he doesn't trust Vlad, but because he really doesn't know how to call up his bizarre pseudo-family member who he hasn't seen in person since he was about nine, and tell him "Hey, Uncle Vlad, remember how you used to babysit me when I was a kid? Cool. I'm pretty sure I just died in my parent's portal."

-Bitter Reunions is really Awkward Reunions in this AU. Jazz spends the entire stay at their uncle's castle trying to get him and Danny to talk about the you know what. Neither one of them is cooperating.

Vlad is horrified and exasperated but overall hardly surprised. That mentorship offer doesn't come with a "renounce your father" requirement in this AU, so Danny probably takes him up on it!

[diminuel]

Doflamingo as a babysitter/parent is so funny because he is an evil insane crazy villain man BUT he is ALSO canonically VERY good at the TECHNICAL aspects of childcare. He WILL encourage Luffy to kill people but he WILL also make sure he eats his vegetables and is asleep by 9 on the dot and has had a bath.

You know if Dragon and Croc (in ANY crocdad canon) knew about Dellinger it would drive them crazy!!! Thats like the one piece equivalent of being an instagram parent with a spotless house and straight A kids and homebaked bread and designer nails and—

He had a BABY on his SHIP during BATTLES and the kid didn’t come out with a SINGLE scratch!!! Dellinger wasn’t even a secret!!!! Every dangerous pirate and gang Doffy dealt with for 16 years knew he had a little baby nephew and the kid has been seemingly FINE this entire time!!! Yes he’s CRAZY and EVIL but so is Doflamingo!!!!!!!

(The idea of Instagram parent Doflamingo delights me!)

In the one universe where he is babysitting Luffy he's not an insane crazy villain since he was most likely picked up by the marine together with Rosinante (it's potentially the same universe as this comic). The kid clearly has issues that growing up with marines is definitely not going to fix and he does abandon his marine career in favor of becoming a pirate and underworld crime lord. So he could still encourage Luffy to kill (but honestly, Crocodile might encourage that too. He'd much rather have a child that will know how to kill than a dead child.) But definitely, out of anyone he'd probably be the best at actually meeting Luffy's needs as a child and enforcing child appropriate rules (eating veggies, taking baths, bed time.)

And yes! Dragon and Crocodile did so much in order to conceal that they had a child, fearful of him being killed for the sins of his fathers or Luffy being abducted/ used against them. It would probably be especially bitter in an universe where they abandoned Luffy for his own good. It's frustrating to see that Doflamingo could do it so effortlessly but Doflamingo has the benefit that he trusts his crew. He's not just one man with a kid against the world. Crocodile doesn't trust anyone. And Dragon of course doesn't even have the protection that being a warlord grants Crocodile. But I think Crocodile would be livid if he ever found out that Dragon took in a child to be raised on their secret head quarters. Why a random child, why not their child?

And then years later Sengoku announced the truth of Luffy being Dragon's child to the whole world during battle in what must be Crocodile's worst case scenario.

Crocodile (in any Crocodad AU) is not having a great time X'D

Sorry, I drifted off mentally because I'm rereading OP and am about to get to Marineford.

[misguidedasgardian]

Wildcats (Part XXIII)

XXIII. No one like you

MASTERLIST

Summary: You are… grounded… of sorts. So you spend time home with your family.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, injuries, kissing, longing, angst, fluff, heavy kissing, touch starved reader & Daryl, hints at DV, Daryl’s awful childhood, nudity, body worship, NAKED PEOPLE AHHH, smut, a bit of awkwardness, unprotected sex (which I don’t encourage), might miss some important warnings, but you know what this is about

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: ALRIGHTTTT CAN’T HOLD IT ANYMOREEEEE IT’S IN THE WARNINGS LET’S DO THISSSSSSS AAAAHHHH I needed them to bond a lot before they get intimate, i’m trying to be as faithful as Daryl’s character as I can.

You woke up alone

Daryl’s pajama was folded neatly on a chair in the corner of your room, and a note above it

“I’m sorry”, it read. You shed some bitter tears, feeling the coldness of it all, of the bed, the room. You had ruined it. Was he breaking up with you? what you had? You pushed him too hard.

So you wanted to do what you always did.

You sat in front of Rick and Glenn an hour later

“So… when can I go out there again?”, you asked with a wide smile, both men exchanged looks

“What?”, asked Rick, like you just said the most ridiculous thing

“Yeah, where can you send me next?”, you asked excitedly

“Are you on crack?”, Glenn asked

“Hey!”, you protested

“You are done for the rest of the month, hell, the rest of the year!”, Rick said quickly 

“I want to go out there on runs”, you said excitedly, “please?”. No, what you wanted to do was get away from Daryl’s rejection, you didn't want to push him, but you wanted to be with him so badly. And he might as well just broke up with you. You just needed to feel something else than this pain in your chest. 

“You are not going anywhere”, said Rick, “not now, not until your shoulder is healed up”

“Ah! c’mon!”, you cursed. “My big run was a success!”

“I know”, he said, “but you are wounded, I need you to recover, alright?”, you sighed

“There is something you wanted to talk to us about”, you said, trying to distract yourself, “yesterday you said it…”

“We are having a meeting tomorrow to discuss it”, muttered Rick, “Today we will be dealing with… other things”

“Need to go”, said Glenn, he smiled at you sadly, “thank you for all the things you brought”, you barely nodded, and watched Rick

“Would you take care of Judith for me today?”, he asked softly

“Really? Babysitter duty?”, you asked him, entertained

“Yes”, he said with a soft smile, “please?”

“Sure”, you said with a soft smile. 

“She’s upstairs, I need to go”, he said softly, grabbing your good shoulder and giving it a squeeze, and then he left. You took a long sigh, and went to do as he asked you. You went upstairs and opened her door slowly in case she was sleeping. 

“Hello Judith!”, you greeted, the toddler seemed to be happy to see you, raising her tiny hands in your direction, you picked her up however you could and rocked her. “ready to spend the day with your favorite aunty?”, you felt soothed as you held her in your arms, Rick sometimes was wiser than you thought him to be… spending time with Judith was like a… soothing cream for a burn

So that’s what you did, you spent the morning reading to her, rocking her, you even put her in a high chair and cooked lunch for her, made her a big bowl of pasta she ate with her bare hands, she was so cute.

Then you grabbed her and went out there to see what your people were up to.

You joyfully discovered that they were putting up a small greenhouse with the tarp you had brought back, and the seeds you had found in that hardware store, and that made you so, so happy. Maggie and Beth were making it a personal project, and when they saw you coming with Judith thay smiled widely

“Hey! say hello to aunty Maggie and aunty Beth!”, you sing, Judith made a hand movement that resembled a wave and you screeched in happiness, “we are here to oversee the construction of such an important building!”, you said with a childish voice.

“Well, you are both welcome then”, said Maggie, and Olivia even brought a nice jar of lemonade for you all, it was a nice sunny day. You then kept going as Judith got a little fussy, you walked her all over the neighborhood, and that seemed to cheer her up, as you saw many members of your family. 

When you got the whole lap around and came back to the house, you found Daryl in Aaron’s house, with the garage door opened, and working on his bike. You stopped in your tracks, you didn't even know what to do or say… Did he break up with you? 

“Oh! look who’s there!”, you sang to Judith, and when she saw him, she twisted in your arms in happiness, “uncle Daryl!”, Daryl was already looking at you, and his face lit up, and came straight for you.He used the red rag he always carried to wipe sweat out of his forehead before he got to you, you loved that rag. 

“Hey you little ass kicker”, he whispered lovingly and kissed her in her hairline, he then turned to you and kissed you softly on the lips, “what are you both up to?”, you were flabbergasted, you didn’t expect that at all, that show of affection. 

“Uh, well, I saw your note”, you said, he noticed your conflicted face

“Yeah, I was sorry I left you”, he said, with a soft voice, “I left my pajamas for tonight, and I wanted to work on the bike and didn’t want to wake you”, you took a long breath you didn’t know you were holding

“I thought…”, you said, “you didn’t want to be with me anymore”, you murmured

“Nah”, he said, with a small smile

“Daryl, if you want this between us to be platonic, I can understand…”, he leaned in and kissed you gently, just to shut you up. You smiled into the kiss. Judith got fussy, already bored in your arms, making Daryl separate from you

“Rick asked me to take care of Judith for the day”, you said softly, “I think he wants to keep me busy so I don’t go out there”, you admitted, “but it's nice to hang around with this one!”, you teased, making Judith bounce in your good arm. “I was thinking of just hanging around out here, one of the old ladies…”

“You really should start learnin’ names”, he whispered

“Anyways…”, you said with a smile, “she gave me some strawberries. I was thinking of making a little picnic outside with the little one… care to join us?”, you asked hopefully. He smiled at you

“Hell yeah”, he grabbed Judith from you and she went happily with her uncle Daryl

It wasn’t much of a picnic, it was a blanket on the beautifully green grass, a bowl of strawberries, Daryl, baby Judith, and you. You even got a set of wooden blocks that Judith was playing with. 

“Little ass kicker”, you whispered, playing with her, “were you the one to call her that first?”, you asked with a smile, he smiled softly, clearly lost in his memories

“Yeah the very second she was born…”

“You were there?”, you asked him

“We had just lost her mother, Lori, Rick’s wife, he was… gone… we didn’ know how to call ‘er, so we call her little ass kicker for acouple o’days until they could figure out a name”, the memory was bittersweet, but you smiled nonetheless

“At the prison?”, you asked softly, at this point, you were putting pieces together

“Yeah”, he whispered, “simpler times”, he whispered, Judith caught Daryl’s index finger and squeezed tightly. 

“Tell me more about it”, you said softly, caressing his arms, you were both lying on the blanket, while Judith played in between you.

“Like wha’?”, he asked, scratching the back of his neck

“When did you meet Rick, Carol and Maggie? And the others?”

“I met Carol and Glenn first”, he said with a soft smile, “we were all in a campin’ near Atlanta”, he said, “then Rick showed up, looking for his kid and wife”

“They had split up?”

“Yeah, Carl and Lori ended up in our camp, and Glenn brought back Rick from Atlanta”

“Wow”, you murmured, I mean, what were the chances?

“From there we tried to keep goin, ended up in Maggie’s and Beth’s farm”, he said then, “we stayed there, we were looking for Carol’s kid, she was missing”, your heart broke a bit, because it was obvious they didn’t find her.

“Then the farm got overrun”, he said, “we were out there all winter”, he said, “Rick’s wife was pregnant with this little ass kicker”, he said, piling wooden blocks for Judith’s entertainment. “we found the prison, we took it”

“Did you liked it there?”, you asked softly, it was hard to picture… a prison as a home

“We made a home of it”, he said softly, “We had some crops, and piglets and stuff”, he said with a small smile, “the prison fell when we were attacked”, he said, “by the governor”

“That sounds pretentious”, you said

“He was a psycho prick”, he said, “he killed my brother”, he mumbled, his voice dropping several octaves

“What happened?”, you asked him, and he was about to answer

“Oh! look at that little angel!”, you both jumped on your spots in your blanket when you heard that new guy, Smith, smiling creepily down at you. “Yours?”, he asked you both

“No, she is Rick’s”, you said with a soft smile, but you couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable under his gaze. You looked at Daryl, he had shared! He was opening up and you were interrupted. And you let this guy know it

“Ups, sorry for interrupting the family picnic”, he said, smiling mockingly. He leaned down and grabbed a strawberry, placing it in his mouth theatrically

“What can we help you with?”, you asked him, trying to get rid of him, you didn’t like him, you didn’t want him interacting with Judith. He raised his hands in a mocking manner

“No, no, just… feeling the vibe”, he said, “Looking through the neighborhood, that’s all”, he walked away from you. You exchanged looks

“I dun like him”, he mumbled

“Me neither”, you said back, “do you think he’s got a job yet?”

“Nah”, he mumbled. 

When the sun went down, you and Daryl left Judith’s in Rick’s arms, under his amused stare. As you seemed like such a strange looking family, as Judith didn’t resemble neither of you, but still, it was a comical situation. And then, you got washed up and went next door to have dinner with the rest of the family. 

Even the new ones were there. Which was strange to you. 

After dinner, strangely, beers came out, music was played, and you all dispersed over the dining room and living room, chatting lightly, groups, pairs and threesomes were formed. It had been a light day, like, “1 day without accidents” day, and everyone could feel it, the softness in the air, you were behind a wall, you had meds, food, supplies, guns… life was good.

It wasn’t much of a party, as you were just hanging out after dinner. You convinced Daryl to move to the couch, with you and Alex, and you chatted amicably. Smith’s eyes didn’t leave your form for a second, but you didn't say anything, you didn't want to make Daryl as uncomfortable as you were. .

Rick joined in, and you were happy he was giving Alexander a chance, he wanted to get to know him better. 

“He had handcuffed my brother to a roof when I met this guy”, told Daryl with a smirk on his face, as he had one of his arms wrapped around your shoulders

“Really?”, you laughed, “Rick!”

“He was… just a menace”, laughed Rick, “we did try to get him back though”, and then kept telling the tale. And you were glad they could laugh about it now. 

“Well now Alexander and I have a similar tale, he shot me on the shoulder as a warning not to take his tanker, but we are cool now!”, you laughed, and they all laughed with you. You were so happy right now, as you finally were starting to gather the pieces of Daryl’s story with the group, and the strong brotherly bond he had with Rick. Daryl kissed you in the temple and left you to go grab another beer

Rick stood up with him too, finding a talking topic somewhere else. 

“So? Did they give you a job?”, you asked Alexander, who sat by your side on the couch, he placed both his arms on the back and almost surrounded you, but you didn’t make anything of it.

“Yeah”, he said happily, “me and Rosita are gonna train the noble people of Alexandria in the fine art of ending the undead”, he said, pleased

“Really? that’s cool”, you admired

“Yeah and you know what? curiously all the ladies already signed up”, he said innocently, you chuckled, “I mean I used to teach self-defense classes to the ladies before and I did pretty well”, he laughed

“How well?”, you asked him

“Could retire after a year well”, he laughed. You chuckled, you clicked your beers together. He was handsome and anybody could see that.

“I think someone’s trying to poach your prey”, Smith chuckled in Daryl’s ear, as he was sitting in a corner sipping on a beer, but both had you on eye-shot

“Nah”, he said simply, he trusted you, he knew you liked Alexander’s company, he didn’t feel threatened at all. “They’re buddies”, he said simply.

“Gotta say, you two surprised me, didn’t think you’d be together”

“Why?”, he asked innocently. Negan just gave him a shit eating grin, looking him up and down. 

“You know what I’m talking about”, he said simply, “you look like you… lived some nasty things”, he said, “And she just looks like she’s fresh out of a fancy college”, he said simply. But he didn’t stop there, “You know? I’d poach her myself, I didn’t think you’d be her type, I bet that girl is into some kinky stuff!”

Hell broke loose in seconds

Abraham, Rick and Alex had to break it down, Daryl punched Smith in the face making him stumble back and get some other licks in before they could split them. Of course the attention was on Daryl, as all the backs were turned to Smith

“Calm down”, whispered Rick

“He was talking shit ‘bout my…”, there is something he was not going to let slide, and that is that someone spoke like that about you. 

“I get it, he is an asshole”, he answered

“Hey, calm down… she is watching”, Alex whispered in his ear, and that seemed to make Daryl stand down, as he found you looking at him with shiny eyes.

“Hey, what happened?”, you asked him softly, placing a hand on his arm, as Laura tended to Smith’s bloody nose. He relaxed immediately under your softness

“He’s got a big mouth”, he said angrily. Not having the heart to repeat what he had said. 

The environment turned sour, in a second, but Daryl, and Negan, both saw with amazement how the angry looks where towards the odd man out… and it was not the archer. 

“Wanna go”, he said with a grunt

“I’ll go with you”, you said with a soft smile. He looked at you to see if you meant it, and you did, so after the environment got calmer, you and him both went back to your place. 

The house was quiet, and you took advantage of that

“Hey, are you alright?”, you asked him. “Why did he say?”, you asked him

“Same thing I wonder sometimes”, he said

“What?”, you asked, he looked at you with sad eyes that broke your heart, “hey”, you called softly. 

So many things went through Daryl’s mind… He saw your soft hand, against his arm, his dirty arm, his rough hands… you look like you… lived some nasty things. He had… he had… he remembered his rough hands touching your unblemished skin, putting ointment in, he remembered your delicate fingers tracing his back over his pajamas, touching the scars you didn't know were there, his ugly… disfigured scars… 

You were as different as the sun and the moon, he was damaged, he had gone to hell and back, even since he could remember, you had managed to keep some piece of your humanity with you through all this. 

Your skin, or what he could see, was unmarked by the ugliness of the world, unlike his. 

He didn’t want you to see them, he was terrified that you’d finally could tell the kind of man he had become. 

He was crying, he couldn’t tell, and he only came to his senses when through his tear stricken eyes the only thing he could see was your beautiful face. You leaned in, caressing his cheek, and kissed him softly. 

“Hey, I’m here, not going anywhere”, you said, as gently as you could.

“You will if you see it”, he said.

“No fucking way”, you said with a smile, “looks like someone here could use some care”, you said with a soft smile. 

You took him to the basement, there were three rooms, his room, a big bathroom, and the laundry.

You made him sit on his bed, as you fetched some nice things you had gotten at the intimate store. The candles and some nice soaps. And you grabbed your pajamas. 

It was like a ritual, you filled the tub with water, you put in some nice oils and scents, you lit up the candles and turned off the lights. You went to get Daryl, you kissed him and caressed him until he was putty in your hands, and then… caressing all the skin in your path, you undressed him softly, gently, with a feathery touch.

You kissed his shoulder seeing his torso naked for the first time. And now his back.

There they were, crossing his skin in diagonals, deep ugly scars. Daryl moved uncomfortably under your hands, but you were not going to let him get away this time. Your hands traveled to his back towards each of his sides, to his chest, while you leaned in, and kissed each and every one of them. He moaned softly, grabbing your hands and squeezing, holding onto you for dear life.

“I wish I could take it all away”, you whispered against his skin. “But since I can't, I can only say this… You are the most important person in my life, Daryl, and I love you, just the way you are”, you whispered, you choked up a bit, your eyes filled with happy tears. 

You undid his belt, unbuttoned his dark jeans and let them fall to his feet. Then there were his boxers.

He got into the tub softly and gently. Letting the warm water envelop him completely, until he sat on it. His face was completely contorted in a myriad of sentiments, hope, relaxation, but also, love. You kneeled by the claw foot tub, and grabbed a sponge.

“I love ya”, he said, you smiled widely

“I love you too”, you said, you closed your eyes for a sec, breathing everything in.

“Come in ‘ere”, he said, you smiled, standing up, and getting rid of all your clothes, under his heated gaze. And you got in the tub with him. 

It was a bit messy. Water over boarding. making you laugh. He placed you over his lap, and you straddled him, sponge still in hand. You rubbed him good, his shoulders and chest, you washed his hair, you kissed him good. His eyes never left yours not even for a second.

“You are the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen”, he murmured

“Stop it”, you said with a smile. And you believed yourself to be the luckiest person on earth, you got to see him like this, hair back, all wet… naked, soapy, vulnerable… “I meant it, when I sang that song, embarrassing myself”, you laughed

“It was a pretty damn good song”

“Well”, you said, “there’s no one like you Daryl Dixon”, you said with a soft smile, you leaned in and kissed him.

You stayed there, in his arms, as it was his turn to wash you, and you cuddled there until your skin was wrinkled and the water was so cold you couldn’t stand it. You heard voices and steps upstairs, but they knew better than to come down here. You just waited until they dissipated into their own rooms.

Only then, when the candles started to die out, you got out of the tub, you dressed each other, and went to his room, for the very first time. There was nothing special, a double bed, two bedside tables, a chair in the corner and a bureau, but you didn't pay too much attention to that.

You were going to get in the bed, but Daryl grabbed you softly, making you turn, you did, with a wide smile on your face. He kissed you, hungrily, caressing your sides, then your face. He made your front stick to his, and that’s when you felt it. In your belly…

You moaned softly

“Platonic my ass”, he chuckled against your lips, you laughed. “I want you so much it pains me”, he grunted

“I want you too”, you moaned as your hands sneaked under his pajamas

“Oh I know you do”, he teased, “what were you thinking? dressing in lace all for me?”, he grunted. Your pajamas were on the floor in seconds, both of them.

Something finally snapped inside of him, like you had finally went through that last final barrier, his hands were a bit more rough then, he grabbed you, caressed you, your hips, and then up to cup your breasts

You moaned wantonly, caressing him back. Everywhere you could get his hands on. His hard cock rubbed against your belly, and even though you were all in now, you still had something that stopped you, you haven't seen it yet.

“Please”, he begged, and you knew exactly what he meant, you did it then, hissing when your finger grabbed him, he was thick, big, you moaned when you could wrap your fingers around it. He kissed you, moaning in your mouth, it was sloppy, messy, needy and you wanted it so badly… You felt like you were on fire.

You pumped his length a couple of times while he kept caressing you, his mouth never left yours. He advanced on you, making you retreat until the back of your legs touched the bed. He pushed you to the bed gently, and he was over you in a second. 

He kissed you again while you spread your legs to accommodate him in between them. When his cock touched between your legs you swore you saw stars behind you eyelids

“Are ya’ sure?”, he asked, “If we do this, there’s no getting rid of me”, he said with a smirk

“Maybe i’m counting on it”, you teased, you grabbed him by the back of his neck and drew him in for a kiss. He first teased you, slipping a finger between your folds, you moaned when you felt it, oh gods it had been so long!, but he found you drenched, so wet, warm and slippery for him. So much he moaned when he felt it.

You grabbed his cock again, feeling pre-cum leaving his tip, so you rubbed it all over his length. Your moans could make anybody blush, you wanted it so badly. 

He placed another finger inside of you. Teasing you slowly and gently. You spread your legs even more, you wanted more, you needed more, you needed him.

“Please”, you begged, you were done with the foreplay

“Ya’ ready?”, he asked softly, you barely nodded. You were so turned on you could cum right now. He released you, accommodating himself more in between your legs. 

“Go easy, it’s been awhile”, you said with a soft smile. You shared significant looks with each other.

“Yeah”, he said softly, “‘for me too”, you smiled at each other, as he led himself home. You whimpered as his tip opened you up. “Ya alright?”

“Yes!”, you said quickly, you wrapped your legs around his waist, making him bury himself deeper a bit more

You both moaned. Oh fuck, he was big, it had been so long, and yet, it felt delicious. Daryl was the man for you, the one you wanted to be with, and that made this ten times more exciting, more pleasurable. Yes he had made you wait, but it was all worth it as you wrapped yourself around him, you adjusted to his size.

“Fuck, yer’ so tight”, he moaned, he couldn’t hold it any longer, neither could you, he sunk himself the rest of the way inside of you. Making you cry out in pleasure, hugging his shoulders until you both were so stuck to one another there was no more room between you

“I love ya”, you would have thought he meant it if he hadn't said it before, and not in the heat of the moment

“I love you too”, you said kissing his face and all you could reach, he kissed you back, and he stayed like that, inside you, until you moved yourself, begging him to fuck you. 

He retrieved himself only to start fucking slowly and sensually, it made you see freakin’ stars. 

You moved your hips too, to meet his thrusts, creating a rhythm that was driving the both of you insane. He filled you up so nicely, hitting all the right places, it had been so long you barely remembered they existed, not like you had felt so good before.

“Fuck”, it was going to be embarassingly short, for you too, feeling that know tightening inside of your lower belly, it felt so delicious you weren’t even sorry it was going to be short. You understood it… You also couldn’t believe that this was happening, you were in freaking ecstasy, being with him, like this, you had thought about it more than times than you’d ever admit. “I’m gonna cum”, he grunted against your ear

“Do it”, you encourage. You’ll deal with the consequences tomorrow, Rosita and you made sure of having options when you raided that pharmacy. He thrusted into you rougher, more messy than before, he lost it, lost the little control he was using to make sure he didn't hurt you, but you liked it a bit rough. The bed made funny noises under you, and you placed your hands on his hips, you also needed a place to hold you down to earth as he pounded into you. 

He cummed inside of you, with a whimper that made you shake even more, it was so hot, you squeezed him tightly, cumming too alongside with him. 

“Oh shit”, he whined, “Fuck”, you laughed under him, looking up at him, his deliciously thick arms rested on each side of your head. “Ya’ alright?”

“Yeah”, you said, coming out of your high, you caressed his cheek. He leaned in and kissed you, just to slip out of you, making you whine against his mouth. “That was amazing”

He got the both of you under the covers and wrapped his arms around you. You placed your head in his chest, in such a special spot you could hear his heartbeat. You caressed his skin, and you could see it now, his ample chest. Fuck, you were so attracted to him it was almost criminal, how could he ever doubt himself?

“Yer mine now”, he said, almost sheepishly, you only smiled

“And you are mine”, you then them, making him chuckle

“Alright”, he said, with a pleased smile kissing the top of your head.

PCN: I really just.. made them do it, it was enough waiting, right? I hope I got the build up right… I listened to the song and some other classic rock ones while I wrote it… It was… different, good different I hope, then other smuts I have written… anyways. I'm a bit discouraged, not many people are reading this, only one is commenting (🤍)... and is breaking my heart, I'm so enjoying writting this... anyways... whatever, loosing hope this will pick up, but I will still post for the near future.

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At Your Service

pairing: single dad!austin butler x fem!babysitter!reader

warnings: FILTH. SMUT. minors get lost. references to reader being petite i guess? breeding kink, spanking, sexually frustrated austin, dom austin, a splash of size kink, etc. reader calls aus Mr. Butler and i explode prob missing some. read at yalls own risk.

a/n: i’ve been working on this for weeks in between all my school work and i’m very proud of it. shoutout to @headfullofpresley for the title and the lovely mood board!! and for the rest of my hog cult girlies for your support and encouragement <3

tags: @eliseinmemphis @headfullofpresley @aconflagrationofmyown @woundmetender @foreverdolly @babylovepresley @purejasmine

It was only about ten o’clock when you heard the rustling of keys against the front door. You weren’t expecting Austin to be home so soon, but the exhausted sigh he let out as he kicked his shoes off at the front door told you that tonight was just another one of his unfruitful dates. His keys clattered against the marble countertop in the kitchen, you left your spot on the couch to check in with him.

“Hey, Mr. Butler,” You started. His back was turned to you as he scanned the fridge for a beer, popping the cap off with his ring and carelessly discarding it in the sink. “How was your night?” You asked meekly. He’d been going out on these dates a lot lately and you could see he was growing tired of the routine.

“I’m home at ten p.m. on a Saturday night. That’s how it went.” He huffed after taking a swig from the bottle.

“Oh.” You almost whispered. “Um, the kids have been asleep for the last hour or so. They had dinner and we got through bath time without a fuss.” You told him, trying to change the subject.

Austin pried his gaze from the beer bottle, his eyes were now fixated on you. The kitchen lights were off, but the moonlight seeping in through the window behind him illuminated his figure. You’d never noticed how beautiful his eyes were until this moment; arctic blue irises sparkled, nearly piercing you to the center of your being. “Thanks, hon.” He said. Your cheeks began to burn as his gaze never waivered.

Austin seemed like he was in a haze for a moment until he realized you were probably standing there in front of him, waiting to get paid. He frantically patted himself down and panic flashed in his eyes when he realized he didn’t have his wallet on him. “Dammit!” He nearly yelled as a heavy fist landed on the countertop. “I-I must’ve forgotten my wallet at the restaurant.”

“Oh, it’s okay. I can stop by tomorrow or something.” You assured him. He sighs again.

You realized that dating must’ve been hard for him. Once these girls hear he’s a single father of two and a young divorcee, it seems like they’re just running for the hills. Especially the girls he goes after. Most of them are around your age; freshly 21 and ready to take on the world. They didn’t want to become a stepmother. Not yet, at least.

“Sir, are you okay? I mean, is there anything I can do to help?” You asked hesitantly, slowly walking towards the counter.

Austin let a bitter scoff leave him. Silence lingered in the air for a moment as his head rested in his palms. “Unless you know anyone who’d let me use them ‘til they’re stupid, I don’t think so.”

For reasons you’ll probably have to ask a therapist about, his words made you dizzy. “You can use me, if you want.” The words came hushed, you couldn’t believe you actually said them.

You’d have to be a blind fool to ignore how beautiful Austin was. He was damn near irresistible with those gorgeous blues. Throw his soft, blonde locs and those perfectly pink lips in the mix and he’s just good enough to eat.

He set the beer on the counter and straightened himself out, a hint of a smirk played on his lips. “Darling, as much as I appreciate the offer, you’re too damn little to take the beating I have to hand out right now. Wouldn’t wanna break you.” His comment on your size made a warmth swell between your legs, you chewed on the inside of your lip as he stared you down like a predator stalks its prey.

“Don’t think I haven’t thought of it, though. I have. A lot, actually.” Austin began to ramble a bit. “Sometimes I think I’m fumbling these dates on purpose. I’ve got a pretty young thing back at home that would probably beg me to touch her, use her how I want.” He rounded the counter to make his way over to you. He towered over you, “I just don’t think she can take it.” Austin slipped a finger under your chin and tilted your head up to look at him.

“I can take it, Mr. Butler.” You said shyly, unsure of whether you were being truthful or not. He was so close to you now, you could smell the beer on his breath.

Austin took your hand into his, he marveled at just how small it felt in his hand. Your legs almost gave out when he guided your hand down to his pants and pressed your palm to his length, “Y’sure, hon? I’m not like those boys you’re used to. I just don’t know if you’d be able to handle it.” His tone almost sounded mocking.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t intimidated by his size just from palming him through his slacks, but you were already in too deep. “I’m sure. Just wanna help you. Want you to use me.” You were shocked by the words coming out of your mouth, and Austin seemed to be too. He quirked an eyebrow when he heard the last bit of your sentence and his jaw dropped a bit in surprise.

Suddenly, you had whiplash. Austin pushed you against the wall before he smashed his lips onto yours. The taste of beer lingered on his tongue and the smell of his cologne invaded your nostrils. He had one hand cradling your face, and his fingers were so long that you could feel them in your hair. It took you a moment to shake the surprise before you eventually melted into the kiss. You felt his hips grind into you slightly, and your legs nearly gave out again. Your senses were entirely overwhelmed, flooded with him.

He broke the kiss for a brief moment. “Arms around my neck.” He mumbled against your lips before connecting with them again. When you didn’t comply, he pulled away again. “I said, arms around my neck.” It finally registered that he was asking you to do something and you quickly scrambled to do so. Austin bent down a bit to grab your legs and once he picked you up, you almost instinctively wrapped them around his waist. He carted you off upstairs with such ease before he sat down on the edge of the bed, keeping you sat in his lap. The kiss resumed with the same depth of desire, and the way you were straddling his lap allowed you to really feel how hard he was. How massive he was. A shiver ran down your spine at the feeling of him pressed against you.

You kept your arms wrapped firmly around his neck for stability when he pulled his hands away to start unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it to the floor once he finally got it off. His skin was soft and warm as your hands wandered around his back, feeling the firmness of his muscles. You felt him pawing at the hem of your shirt, telling you to move your arms so he could tear it off.

Now bare chested, Austin yanked you flush against him. His chest kept your breasts trapped against him as his hands fell to your hips, using them to grind you down onto his still clothed length. The fabric of his pants caught your panties in a way that made a soft moan tumble from your lips. “Gotta keep quiet, baby, don’t wanna wake the kids.” He scolded, you simply nodded, biting down on your lip as the friction against your clit was already intensifying. Your pleasure was rudely interrupted when he flipped you onto your back and he stood upright, undoing his belt and shedding his pants. Your eyes widened at the sight of the tip of his cock just barely peeking out of the waistband of his boxers, red and leaking with precum. Austin chuckled at your reaction as he looked down at you sprawled on top of his mattress, “God, you really are a little bit of a thing, aren’t you? Never been with a girl so small. Gonna have to open you up a bit.”

In one swift movement, Austin pulled your skirt and panties off and discarded them to the floor. His hand trailed down your thigh until he reached your core, letting a slender finger swipe through your wet folds. “Really want me to use you, huh?” He questioned just before slipping two fingers into your tight, weeping pussy. You bit your lip so hard you swore you drew blood, trying to choke back a moan as your walls fluttered around his long fingers. Austin laughed, “So fuckin’ tight, god damn. Never thought the girl who takes such good care of my kids was such a slut.” He emphasized his last word, slut, with a curl of his fingers, brushing against your g-spot.

“Fuck, Mr. Butler, feels good.” You whimpered softly, staying conscious of the fact that the kids were asleep down the hall. Austin’s eyes darkened in an instant at his title. Mr. Butler. It sounded so pretty coming from your mouth, the pace at which he was pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy quickly increased. “You want me to use you? You think you’re stretched out enough to take me? Still feelin’ real tight around my fingers, baby.”

“I can take it, Mr. Butler, promise. Use me, please, want you to use me, Sir.” You babbled, overwhelmed with pleasure already.

Austin pulled his hand away despite the way your walls clamped around him in protest. He rid himself of his boxers and your heart thumped in your chest at the sight of his length. He grabbed you by the ankles and pulled you to the edge of the bed, perfectly aligning the tip of his cock with your entrance. You spread your legs a little further to allow him in your space. Calves wrapped tightly around his waist, his head nudged you open and he began to sink inch by euphoric inch into you with a string of swears about how tight you were.

“Ho-fuck, I knew you’d be tight, darlin’. God, you feel like fucking heaven.” Austin grunted as he finally started to thrust into you, still moving slowly at first. “Been thinkin’ about this since I hired you. Seeing you with the kids just makes me wanna take you all for myself, split you open on my cock like a good little slut.”

His thrusts picked up in speed, you bit into his shoulder to keep your moans at bay as your nails anchored into his skin. Somehow, Austin was still forming coherent sentences. “Taking me so good, baby. You on the pill?” He asked, his face buried in the crook of your neck. With a nod, you affirmed that you were and he groaned loudly at your response, the frequency sent a vibration through you and you shivered at the feeling, “Ngh, fuck- wish you weren’t. You’d look so pretty all round with my kid.” All you could do was mewl in response. You could barely comprehend what he was saying with the way his cock was slamming into you with such a delicious force.

Austin’s gaze shifted from your face down to your abdomen and his jaw dropped at the sight. He had to stop himself from cumming right then and there as he saw his cock in your belly with each thrust. “Oh, fuck, look at that, baby.” He drawled, placing your hand over your stomach. “Feel that?” He grunted, thrusting harder, if that was even possible. Your eyes rolled back when you felt him through your stomach. “You’re doin’ so good for me. Taking me so well in this pretty little pussy. Feels so good, baby, I might just have to ruin it for everyone else but me. You’d like that, wouldn’t ya?”

“Aus-, Mr. Butler…” was all you could choke out. He surrounded you entirely, all of your senses were on fire just for him. Austin abruptly pulled out and stepped back for a moment, catching his breath just enough to speak.

“On your hands and knees, you’re getting too loud.” He ordered. “What, are you so cockdumb that you can’t hear me? I said, on your hands and knees. Don’t make me tell you again.” Austin seethed once you didn’t respond to his command.

You were grounded just enough to form a snappy response, “That is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Austin nodded slightly as he bit his lip, a sharp exhale sounded through his nose. He was caught off guard by your sudden attitude, maybe even a little pissed off.

Perhaps it was because he hadn’t been presented with anything he wanted in a long, long time. A hardworking man such as himself could rarely accept anything if he hadn’t earned it. He didn’t expect your off hand comment to incite such a strange feeling within him. All he knew was that he needed to assert himself as the strong, dominant man he is. He needed to show you that he earns his keep.

“Alright,” he said quietly, turning to his dresser and opening the top drawer. You didn’t know what you were expecting, but it sure wasn’t a fucking paddle. “You wanna be a brat? I’ll treat you like a brat then.” He sat on the edge of the bed, roughly pulling you over his thigh and flipping you on your stomach effortlessly.

You were caught off guard by the first slap of the paddle and you couldn’t stop the yelp that escaped you as the searing pain radiated throughout your entire ass cheek.

“Count.” Austin demanded. Your blood was pumping so hard that it muffled your hearing, you didn’t even realize what he said until his fingers threaded themselves into your hair and harshly pulled on it, yanking your head up and looking him in the eye. “I told you to count.” He gritted through clenched teeth, accentuating his frustration with another tug at your hair when he said his last word.

“One.”

“Awh, she knows how to listen.” He cooed mockingly before delivering another smack.

“T-two.”

He placed the paddle down to use his hand to smooth against your ass, grinning to himself when he felt how hot they already were. “Still wanna be a brat, honey? I could do this all night. You look so pretty bent over my knee like this.” Austin kneaded one of your cheeks in his hand as he spoke, providing a sliver of relief before landing another smack to it, now using his hand.

“Three.” You whimpered. You felt his cock twitch against your abdomen when he saw that his hand left a mark that covered your entire cheek. You were so tiny to him, and he was certainly taking advantage of that.

Austin landed several more hits to your ass, your cheeks were tear stained and your thighs were slick by the time he decided he’d punished you enough. As if to say “truce”, he leaned down to press a kiss to the heated, stinging skin of your ass as he massaged the other cheek with his hand. “You gonna behave now?” He whispered against your skin.

“Mhm, yes, Mr. Butler, ‘m sorry.” You whimpered into the now mussed bed sheet, the fabric muffling the sound.

“Good. Hands and knees now, princess.” Austin directed, giving you one last pat on your ass to encourage you up. You gathered all the strength you possibly could and lifted yourself to your knees, leaning down on your elbows. What resembled a growl sounded from behind you as Austin drank in the view. He’s never had such a pretty, young pussy; he couldn’t get enough.

Not of the way it felt sucking his fingers in so greedily. Not of the way it glistened with the blend of your arousal and his. Especially not of the way you felt so tight and warm, wrapped up around his cock like you wanted to keep him there forever. He doesn’t think he’d be able to resist if you asked.

You winced in pain when his hand came into contact with your recently abused ass, but your focus shifted once you felt him slipping back into you from behind. He slowly sank himself inside you until he bottomed out, allowing you to fully feel the stretch. God, it burned like hell. But if this is what hell felt like, you’d spend the rest of your days as a sinner. He filled you so effortlessly, the sensation had you burying your face into his pillow to muffle your moans. You felt him lean over you as you hid your ecstasy, he pressed a kiss between your shoulders, “There’s that good girl,” he muttered against your skin. “I know, it feels so good that you just have to cry out like that. ‘S alright, baby, just muffle those pretty moans into the pillow.”

Slowly at first, Austin thrusted into you, letting you feel every inch and every vein; relishing in the way that your walls would constrict around him with every stroke of your g-spot. As muffled as they may be, he still listened closely to all the precious sounds you were making. He let them engulf him wholly. It was like the most beautiful symphony he’d ever heard; every strangled moan of his title, Mr. Butler, beckoned him closer and closer to his breaking point. Unbeknownst to you, he was still holding back. His subconscious mind knew you were small and fragile, likely easily breakable. But his restraint was fading and it was becoming evident as his thrusts picked up in speed, grabbing you by the waist tightly.

Months of pent up sexual frustration were bursting at the seams. You let Austin take what he needed from you. That’s how you found yourself face down, ass up in his bed in the first place.

He finally began putting some truth behind his thoughts spoken in desperation. Austin finally allowed himself to use you. It was unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. From this angle, he was hitting spots you didn’t know existed. You didn’t even think it was possible to feel so good.

Until he hooked a toned arm around your waist, hoisting you up on your knees. You could feel his heart pounding against your back as he held you to his chest, mercilessly rutting into you. A cry of pleasure threatened to escape and you frantically tried to release Austin’s grip on your throat to bring it up to cover your mouth. “Such a good girl, stayin’ quiet for me.” He grunted between thrusts once he realized what you were trying to do, peppering the shell of your ear with kisses as he snaked a rough and calloused hand down to rub circles around your swollen clit.

Before you could even realize, your orgasm was quickly approaching. Austin actually realized it before you did and leaned in to whisper against your skin. “You close, princess? I can feel it, squeezin’ me so tight. Go ‘head and cum for me.” He punctuated his command by nipping at the skin in the nape of your neck. The warmth of his breath fanning against you was all it took for you to come undone.

You were sure you looked pathetic; frantically grabbing at Austin’s arm for purchase and barely able to keep yourself upright, all while muffling your cries of ecstasy into his hand. He wasn’t far behind you, his thrusts became more urgent; nearly insatiable until he buried his cock deep inside you one last time. With an obscene groan that you felt vibrate against your back, Austin filled you with his cum. His cock twitched, triggering a flutter of your walls that incited a moan from behind you.

Your chests heaved in time as he came down from his high. His forehead rested on your shoulder while he recovered, placing a few featherlight kisses to your back every now and then as he kept you full of him.

Austin wrapped an arm around your waist to settle you back on all fours on the bed before pulling out. A shiver ran down your spine and you whimpered as his cum quickly poured out of you, he watched as it flowed and chewed at his lower lip. He was entranced by the sight; his sweet babysitter laid all fucked out on his bed, leaking his cum.

“You alright, honey?” He checked once he could form the words. The way you simply nodded into the mattress made him laugh. “C’mon. Let’s wash up.”

Austin led you to the shower where he gently cleaned you of the sweat, spit and cum.

“Feel better now?” You joked as he rinsed you off.

Austin nodded with a gentle smile and brushed a damp strand of your hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek to hold you to his chest. “Thank you, dear. You have no idea how bad I needed that.”

“Happy to help, sir.”

And you were.

Anything to help Mr. Butler.

[froznwater]

im so sorry this is incredibly random but if i dont write alenoah i WILL die but i cant think of anything to write. do u have any simple ideas. ignore if not

HI!!! tysm for your ask <3 i hope you can find something to write amongst all the ideas. These are a bunch of ideas have written down in my notes/google drive/tumblr posts and have not got gotten around to. I still might at some point in time but feel free to use them. I will still do my own take if I get the time/motivation. There's simply so many, why not share and inspire some fics :)

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General ideas:

Noah knows/learns spanish. Bonus points if Alejandro isn't aware until the perfect moment.

Alejandro thinks he can get away with flirting with Noah in spanish. Noah starts shit talking in spanish. Noah learns so he can hear all the little comments Alejandro keeps making under his breath. etc. so many possibilities.

Now that the show is over and Noah's off to college, he realizes he’s missing something in his life. Maybe it’s his friends, maybe it’s a lack of ever-looming danger, OR maybe it’s Alejandro. Who fucking knows. He’s too busy trying not to be in love with Alejandro to figure it out. 

Their group project is failing, horribly. There’s one thing Noah knows for certain: Alejandro's to blame. At what point does slippery eel turn into a term of endearment?

They have never ever fallen asleep next to each other. Let alone in each other's arms. Never.

Time loop where Alejandro is stuck on the episode where Noah gets voted out and sticks himself to falling in love because he can’t let go of his pride long enough to simply let Noah stay in the game and move on.

Noah loses his contacts and starts wearing his glasses more often. Alejandro notices. Everyone notices Alejandro notices.

Alejandro and Noah team up to get their friends together (insert whatever ship you like) and end up together in the process/the other two were trying to do the same thing for them.

A commentary timeline on how Alejandro's charisma turn into exploitation, how Noah's patience turned into indifference, and how they parallel each other. (I've written a few hundred words for this one lol.)

Each thinks the other doesn't like them. Cut to third party POV that watches and witnesses them completely a mess for each other.

Noah, once voted out in I See London, learns about Alejandro's family. Who have been very vocal since the show started airing.

Exploration of how Alejandro tries really really hard. Yes, He's at the top of the class, but so is Noah. Noah who sleeps through classes and doesn't turn in homework and shows up late or simply not at all and is still right up there with him.

“I would kill to be like you. To just absorb all the information fed to me. If I were you I might actually- “(beat my brother) “Might actually what?” “I told you. I don’t want to talk about it, Noah.” - "Do you know how long I studied for that test? Hours. And you- You got a 96 with no effort at all." It was a 98. But this seems like a bad time to correct him.

Dialogue one-liners prompts i've written down:

"If we make it out of this alive, I'm going to kiss you."

“Why do I feel like I cant say no to you?”

"I know you don't actually care about me, but thank you for trying to pretend that you do." (Said by Noah is joking. Said by Alejandro is bitter.)

"You can't win against someone who has nothing to lose."(Alejandro OR Noah angst.)

Soulmate aus:

My big two: Telepathy/Mentally linked.(imagine this one as a wt rewrite omg) And Whatever you draw on yourself shows up on your soulmate. Matching tattoos.

First words on each other. (I've done this one already here. but feel free to do it as well!!)

Communicating through dreams. (If you know cardcaptor sakura; like that.)

General AUs:

Until dawn AU.

Gakuen Alice AU.

My Babysitters A Vampire AU. Zombie Apoc AU.

Harry Potter AU. Reality Dating Show AU.

Infinity Train AU!!!!!!

Veronica Mars AU!!!! (i wanna do this one ALOT noah is sooo veronica LMAO) OBLIGATORY IDEAS:

seven minutes in heaven.

wrong number.

trapped in a closet.

movie night. noah is sitting under alejandro and lol they are physically, platonically touching for awhile. (leads to finally getting together).

one gets injured, the other fixes them up in the nurses office :P.

short "prompt-ishs" i've started writing:

“What the hell is your problem, Alejandro?” And this time, the tone was so disgusted, so bitter, that something snapped, deep in Alejandro’s chest.

Fuck it.

“What’s my problem?” He asked, incredulous. “What’s my problem? You’ve got to be kidding me, Courtney. I almost died. I almost died, paralyzed and alone, and the only friend I thought I had didn’t give a single shit! The only person who cared was Noah, of all people. I quite literally come back to life and the only thing you can do is whine about your girlfriend problems.”

Courtney takes a step back.

“I was stuck in a robot for months, my legs barely work, my family moved on- actually, I don’t know if they ever actually even noticed,” He laughs, broken, “- and you have the audacity to ask me what my problem is?!”

Alejandro is over playing nice. He’s had enough.

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this one is a rivals team up to get out courtney blurb

little idea about Alejandro getting into zodiacs.

moments where alejandro questions why Noah is so attractive

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SEND MORE ASKS IF ANYONE HAS ANY QUESTIONS ON ANY OF THESE IDEAS!!! / IF THEY HAVE ANY IDEAS OR CONCEPTS TO ADD OR EXPAND ON :)))

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Ace's broadcast collection

A collection of everything I've written to date!

I'll be updating this as I write more!

🩷 = Romantic

💛 = Platonic

🌹 = found family

🪤 = angst

✨ = mildly concerning

📻 = Songfic

🎞️ = features my ocs

DOWN WITH VALENTINO = 🔪

Alastor

Alastor biting headcanons 🩷✨

Alastor and reader biting game 🩷

Alastor x reader with a dog headcanons 🩷

The mother in law 🩷

You know where to find me, I know where to look 🩷💛

The radio man's wife 🩷

The radio demon's wife 🩷

Parental Alastor and feral child 💛🌹

Feral child 2.0 💛

Crybaby 🩷📻

Maybe one day I could learn to love you. 📻🪤

4 am Alastor headcanons 🩷

Too sweet 🩷🪤📻 Part two: Bittersweet 🩷📻

Adore📻🩷🪤

Impromptu naptime 🩷

Alastor and sleepy reader

Papa Alastor doesn't like Grandma Susan 💛🌹

MOB ALASTOR [Charmed] 📻🩷

Dad headcanons 💛🌹

Hell's greatest pirate

Susan [PLATONIC] 💛🌹

Susan and Child/nibling headcanons

Grandmama Susan

The mother in law

Susan's grandkid

Susan's reactions to you getting injured and dying 🪤

Bitter and sweet

Papa Alastor doesn't like Grandma Susan

Rosie

Summoning Rosie 🩷

Being a literal snack for Rosie🩷✨

Small and angry🩷

Summoning Auntie Rosie 💛

Rosie's hat gremlin 💛

Hat gremlin 💛

hat gremlin Rosie's hat gremlin design done by Oldie 🧵🧶💛

It'll pass💛

The Eldritch Horror that lives in the hotel

[Aka the reader killed Valentino au] [Series] [Found family] 🌹

Playlist

The forgotten one 🔪

Side stories

Ways to piss off an Italian

Velvette

Moral of the story 🪤🩷📻

Shot through the heart 📻🩷

Lay all your love on me 📻🩷 [Pt 2 to above]

Social media princess 🩷✨

Vox

Father daughter headcanons 💛

Inevitable 🪤🩷

Dad headcanons 💛

Flat faced prince🩷✨

Angel dust

Favorite babysitter 💛🔪

Friendship headcanons 💛🪤

Pinned moth display 🩷🔪✨

Charlie Morningstar

Flowey but less murdery 💛

Hazbin hotel residents

The fallen saint 💛📻

Frankenstein reader 💛

Last one standing 💛📻

Deranged 4 am headcanons

Last one in the hotel [200 milestone special!]

Baby's breath 📻

I know a guy!🌹

Showtime📻🌹

Extras:

Her name was Mimzy 🩷🪤📻

If I knew then what I know now 💛🌹📻

My favorite hazbin characters with a dog

Hat Gremlin in different formats

Hazbin characters + different versions of reader as things people I know have said

Alastor and nibling reader who accidentally seduced the Vee's ✨🔪

Roach reader request that genuinely gut punched me✨

Hazbin hotel characters + readers as things the people I know and I have said 2

Is it cold outside? 🎞️

Clown vee reader [Clown week]

Everyone likes a clown [Clown week]🪤📻

Hazbin hotel with Clown reader [clown week]

Clown themed exorcist headcanons

Security guard reader

Sick reader headcanons

Hazbin characters and readers as things people I know have said 3

I'm batman✨

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

For reaching 1000+ followers, here is a little something from Struggling Dad Au. @decentsoupperson

How Adam and Lucifer met.

Adam couldn't fucking believe this. He just got home from working a double shift at the coffee house and there was a pink slip on his fucking door.

Apparently the new landlord is looking to do renovations, which likely means it will be a rent hike. "What the fuck am I gonna do?" He was exhausted and needed a drink. Adam texted his friend Lute to come and sit with his kids while they sleep.

How was he going to break it to his four babies that they were going to be homeless?

Adam went to the bar down the street and downed multiple glasses of whiskey. His head was spinning by the time he got to his sixth glass, but he didn't care.

"This seat taken?" Came a voice beside him. Adam looked to see a short blonde man taking a seat next to him, he had a rather charming smile.

"Knock yourself out pal." Adam took another sip.

"Lucifer." Lucifer held out his hand and Adam took it.

"Adam."

"What brings someone as fine as yourself to a place like this?" Lucifer leaned on his hand as he admired the handsome man in front of him. It's been a while since he's gotten laid, being the boss of a powerful Mob Family didn't exactly leave room for much dating and hooking up.

Tonight was a rare night. And Adam was a fine looking man.

"I'm just trying to drink enough to make my problems go away. Though, I might die before that happens." Adam tried to joke but it just tasted bitter in his mouth.

"Oh?" Lucifer perked up. "What's wrong?"

Adam swallowed his drink whole. "Some fucking asshole bought the apartment building that I live in and is making everyone move out! Likely to hike the price of rent. Which I can barely fucking afford it now." Adam slammed the glass down frustrated. "And I no idea how to tell my kids we're gonna be homeless."

Lucifer winced, he was that fucking asshole. He bought that apartment building to turn it into storage for his mass of weapons.

But maybe....... He could be swayed.

"That sounds awful." He placed his hand over top of Adams.

Adam smiled. "Yeah it's shitty, but I'll figure something out. I always do."

They stayed there talking for a while longer, Adam got very drunk and by the end of the night Lucifer was taking him home. As much as he wanted to take Adam to a hotel and fuck his brains out of his skull until the only thing he knew was the mob bosses name, Adam was way too drunk.

They did however, make out in Lucifer's car for a little bit and Adam got a little handsy. Lucifer walked Adam back to his apartment, there was a young woman sleeping on the couch, likely the babysitter.

Lucifer took Adam to bed and made sure he wouldn't puke in his sleep. He ran his fingers through Adams hair and watched him sleep a moment.

He could make this work.

-

Adam actually had a rare day off, all his kids were at school and he was looking at new apartments. Not many had enough space for five people like this one, and if they did it was way out of Adams price range.

"For fuck sakes, what am I gonna do?" He was brought out of his thoughts by a knock on his door. Adam got up and answered it. "Hello?"

Lucifer smiled at him as he leaned casually on the door frame. "Hello, Adam right?"

"Yes....? Who are you?"

Oh right he was drunk. "Names Lucifer, I'm your new landlord."

[deutsche-bahn]

Mein Großvater ist ein durch und durch ernstzunehmender Mann, der durch seine vollkommen seriöse Karriere beeindruckt. Deswegen lasst mich von seinen Fehden mit elfjährigen und Frittenverkäufern erzählen.

Ihr müsst ihn euch so vorstellen: Klein, beeindruckender Bart, Weihnachtsmann-Nase und minimal überheblicher Blick, der immer über alle Menschen im Raum hinwegschaut. Er war damals der erste Akademiker der Familie (und der letzte, für ein paar weitere Jahrzehnte), und machte gleichzeitig bei der Bundeswehr Karriere.

Zu der Zeit bestand seine Aufgabe bei der Bundeswehr größtenteils darin, die US-Army durch die BRD zu guiden wie eine Reisegruppe in Einheitslook. Das schien bitter nötig zu sein, da die Army scheinbar regelmäßig versuchte, für ihre Konvois Autobahnen zu sperren. Irgendein Gefreiter wurde dann mit Absperrgittern auf die Fahrbahn geschickt, in der Erwartung dass die Deutschen bei Ansicht eines Soldaten in Uniform schon aus bloßem Respekt anhalten. So war man es zumindest aus den Staaten gewohnt. In der Realität war der Instinkt der deutschen Autofahrer mehr "Draufhalten" und weniger "in Demut bremsen". Mehr als einmal hätte die US-Armee beinahe Leute an das auf deutschen Autobahnen vorherrschende Survival-of-the-Fittest-Prinzip verloren. Ich weiß ja nicht, wie gut es diplomatischen Beziehungen tut, die Überreste von irgendeinem 20-jährigen Gefreiten mit einem Eiskratzer von der A1 entfernen zu müssen.

Babysitter waren also dringend nötig. Blöd nur, wenn als Babysitter ausgerechnet mein realitätsentfremdeter Großvater entsandt wird.

Mal ganz abgesehen davon dass er seine Soldaten bei Übungsmärschen sein Auto grüßen ließ, waren seine Verwicklungen immer... weniger seriös.

Beim Übersetzen eines Konvois nahm ein Brückenwagen mit ausgefahrener Brücke eine mobile Pommesbude im Wendemanöver mit der Brücke mit nachdem der Frittenverkäufer versucht hatte den Soldaten im Vorbeifahren Pommes Spezial mit Extra Zwiebeln* (*Interpretation des Erzählenden) zu verkaufen. Der Verkäufer überlebte größtenteils unverletzt, die Pommesbude erlag ihren Verletzungen.

Viel wichtiger als jegliches militärische Unterfangen war meinem Großvater seine Grillecke: er hatte eine Ecke des Gartens mühsam entwaldet (i know), umgebaut und mit einem niedrigen Palisadenzaun abgegrenzt.

Leider hatten seine Töchter (drei komma fünf Kleinkriminelle, die in einen Nachbarschafts-internen Guerillakrieg verwickelt waren) den Nachbarsjungen erzählt, dass es sich bei der Grillecke um ein eigens für sie gebautes Fort handelte. Angeblich verlangten sie zudem horrende Eintrittspreise für das Fort, aber hier gehen die Geschichten der Beteiligten auseinander. Die Nachbarsjungen reagierten angemessen und pflückten ein paar Nächte später den Palisadenzaun wie Rüben aus der Erde. Mein Großvater war entsetzt, seine Töchter hingegen setzten wahrscheinlich schon zum Gegenschlag an. Da stand er am Wohnzimmerfenster und starrte in den Garten, Gesichtszüge entgleist als hätte er soeben die Schlacht von Tannenberg verloren und nicht bloß seine Grillecke. Während er als Militär also glücklicherweise in Friedenszeiten diente, spielte sich in seinem Garten ein persönliches Flandern ab.

Besagter Nachbarschaftskrieg war übrigens wahrscheinlich blutiger als alle tatsächlichen Militäraktionen, an denen mein Großvater beteiligt war. Er mündete im Tod eines Meerschweinchens und der ewigen Verfeindung der ansässigen Dorfjugend.

[gamerbearmira]

🌻That Dazzlings AU has me thinking! So, you said you don't know if Alma is a good or bad person in this AU, so what if she doesn't know because she honestly was never let in on the fact that the "gifts" have an additional curse to them. She just notices that her babies have lockets when the Casita was created or when they turn 5 (whenever you decide), but she doesn't truly understand what they mean. Alma maybe realizing that her babies react to emotions more than other kids might, and finds their musical talent as they grow. But maybe she was so stressed in the beginning since, ya know, that she doesn't truly make the connections. And as they grow, her triplets figure out to maybe hide this, and as she's a first time mother without a great indication of how normal kids are supposed to act, the kids never get really caught. Maybe also helped by the triplets deciding to only in emergencies use their abilities against their loved ones, because even evil people can care for people close to them (let us not forget that maniacs can have loving families, and these are far more minor than those).

When the grandkids come along, I like the idea of then not having control either, the triplets sorta taking it in turns to support their kids. Bruno getting more than he needs and giving it to his sisters when they are napping is an image I love, because strong Pepa and perfect Juli don't ask him for help,but he knows when his sisters need more emotional fuel. Just seeing that they gave too much to his nieces and nephews and making up for it when they don't ask him. And maybe him utilizing the already created image of "bad luck Bruno" in these moments. A more bitter man taking a shred of revenge on these people who so often take his visions as cursed deciding to take their suffering and turn it into help for his family is something that itches well at my brain.

Sorry if the rant went somewhere y'all weren't wanting it to, or if it was too much. Just liking the idea of sinister Madrigals, not quite evil but certainly not the prisms of perfection they try to be in canon.

REALLLLL I LOVE THAT <33 I was leaning towards oblivious Alma lmao 😭 but it makes sense! I mean like you said, she's a new parent. She might have been a babysitter in the past but like these are HER kids its its not a one time thing. She's already busy enough as it is, so she's sorta only half keeping an eye on them and they seem fine most of the time. I think they would get the lockets at 5, gift or no gift, it doesn't matter. It's a curse, ain't NOBODY safe 💀💀 and yeah, I'm sure they figured out fast how to use them and what they had to do. Wasn't hard for them, and they were in it for each other, and their family, everyone else is just gonna have to suck it up (not that anyone truly realizes what they're doing).

ALSO STRONG PEPA AND PERFECT JULIETA I'M CRYING :((( Bruno knows that they'll deny his help if he just goes up and asks if they need more energy. But he sees how drained they are and takes any chances. Also I like your idea of him basically capitalizing on the whole "Bad Luck Bruno" thing, I was wondering if he would use that to his advantage. He probably has purposely bad vision. Like imagine he ends up figuring out how to tilt the scales and make them bad 🦅🦅 I mean I doubt he'd leave in this au. Hell, Mirabel's failed ceremony only fueled him and the others. Imagine how much power they got that day 😛

ALSO PLEASE. I LOVE THE IDEAS KEEP THEM COMING...If you want of course. I know there's a whole lotta people with awesome ideas, and for this au no less??? Don't be shy 🤭🤭 I also like the idea of. Pretty morally gray Madrigals. Maybe even power humger like the Dazzlings. Mfs WILL be adored❗❗❗

They're so...😔

[picturejasper20]

One shot fic based on @hello-im-not-a-possum ideas of Vlad being a full ghost babysitting Danny and Jazz / Bitter babysitter AU

Summary: Having a ghost ex friend of your parents as an uncle had its advantanges for Danny and Jazz growing up But now that they are getting older, they are starting to see that things aren’t as pretty as they assumed to be and there is more between their parents and uncle than they wanted to admit...

Number of words: 5,451

[justaboot]

I’ve never been so interested in a HBO au until now 👀

I doth beseech thee to graciously bestow upon me a greater abundance of knowledge pertaining to the subject of HBODT, in the form of an infodump or fanfic

the boys were born early in a pitch black cave system.

infodump incoming a month and a half before the boys were supposed to be born, Donald and Scrooge go deep-diving in an underground city. Apparently a luck demon was wreaking havoc on its citizens, and Scrooge and Donald go down to capture it, but things go south fast. They'd all but padlocked Della to the couch at home with Gladstone as a babysitter, but when they don't come home, she dragged his ass all the way out there and goes after them. They rescue them with great dramatic flair, capture the demon, (Gladstone was very clever about it, and Donald was furious), but in all the mess, della goes into premature labor. They get about halfway out of the caves before they can't go any farther, it's pitch black, they've got half a canteen of water, no supplies, no drugs, a dying oil lamp, and one uncle who paid attention in lamaze class. Multiples are all but impossible to deliver naturally, they get tangled, they can't all turn down, they don't work. They've got nothing to do but try.

Huey's the only one already head-down. It's impossible, it's a miracle, and gladstone's a thousand percent sure its him, but they make it through his birth.

The other two aren't as lucky. They're not coming, there's too much blood, one of them is kicking too hard in the womb, della's losing strength. There's discussion of c-sections. Huey's not breathing right.

Scrooge slips away. He draws out the demon, ready to deal. He'll release her again, on the condition they all make it out of here, safe and healthy.

She's not interested. Grant four lives for the freedom he took from her? No, she wants more. She wants his.

Fine.

She lays out two dice on the stone. Luck demon. Let him roll for how many years he'll have left. Won't total more than twelve. He rolls, but she won't let him see the result.

Then she's gone. Miraculously, luckily, the boys are born fine, Huey's breath stabilizes, Della's got the best story she'll ever have, Gladstone's on cloud nine because there's no way that wasn't his luck, Donald's suspicious, and no one can believe they actually made it home.

Scrooge tells no one. He has no idea how many years he rolled, but he's got at least two years to find a loophole.

Then the Spear happens. Everyone leaves. His health starts declining, but its slow, and he's retired anyway. He wonders if he even cares anymore. Bentina's the only one who notices, and he tells her to shove it or leave.

Then the kids come back. Donald just thinks he's changed, grown older and bitterer and slightly slower. He takes pills, now, because he's just old. The kids and audience don't realize that some of the adventures are looking for cures to impossible illnesses, curse breaking, loopholes. He's started searching again behind the scenes.

Season 2, the kids and audience figure out somethings wrong when he starts looking for a cure in earnest. It comes to a head, and he comes clean about what happened, and why. It's been eleven years. He rolled two six sided dice. It couldn't have totaled more than twelve.

I don't know how or why, but I think Magica cures it in the end. because that'd be cool. You can figure it out.

anyway.

[xjulixred45x]

How would be manon interacting with klaus and karin? What would be vince/rody think about it?

aww that would definitely be adorable!

Manon has definitely interacted with Klaus a lot in the time she and Rody have been together. either because of the times when Rody acted as babysitter for his parents taking care of him or even because of Rody himself wanting his two favorite people to interact with each other.

Rody, like I said, is the type of older brother who brags a lot about his little brother for being so smart and yada yada. so Manon finds Klaus to be a very adorable and tender child.

I can definitely see Klaus drawing pictures of Manon, of Manon with Rody, of Manon, Rody and him together, etc. The two end up having a fit of tenderness.

Klaus is also one of the (un)lucky ones who gets to try Manon's food, which although it is better than oatmeal or burnt cereal...yes, let's say that Manon is lucky that Klaus is as polite as he is sweet.

MANON FIXING KLAUS'S CLOTHES BECAUSE RODY DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO SEW SHIT I CAN'T--

Manon was the one who took care of Klaus when Rody couldn't and even went to pick him up from school, so in general I would say that she loved him a lot (especially being an only child) and was happy that he and Rody loved each other.

Rody loved the dynamic between Manon and Klaus. And I even fantasized about what it would be like if Manon would play the same way she does with Klaus with her children, maybe? one day?

After the breakup, it was difficult for both Manon and Rody to explain the situation to Klaus :'(although she would probably agree to take care of Klaus occasionally to 1- do Rody a favor and 2- Klaus is a sweetheart, how can she tell him No?

With Vincent it is a much more complicated case, I would say that he even doesn't like Manon interacting with Karin, but at least he has a reason. Since knowing that Manon is using him as a rebound, he believes that if she tries to get closer to Karin it is out of interest. and he doesn't want to involve Karin in this drama.

but...on the other hand...he can't really do much against Manon when Karin genuinely warms to her (and vice versa).

I imagine Vince is SUPER strict with the babysitters he hires for Karin, like, he has a whole roster of rules they have to follow if they want to work AT HIS HOUSE with HIS DAUGHTER. and Vince fires without hesitation those who have broken one rule or more (even something like eating fast food or delivery is worthy of firing in his eyes).

and the few nannies who stay don't stay for long. They love Karin but HATE Vince. so they work occasionally/in emergencies. so Vince ends up in a bind now that the restaurant is more popular and he needs to supervise it.

So he takes advantage of Manon's interest and has her as a FREE babysitter so Karin can have a proper babysitter without him worrying.....although in this AU it is most likely that this will backfire and Manon will end up going his home ONLY for Karin🤣(like that meme of "MOVE BITCH!!")

Manon and Karin would do a lot of girly things, draw together, go shopping (with Vince's money lol), do crafts, they tried to cook dinner together once and surprisingly it didn't turn out too bad? It was not burned or too bitter, that's progress!

Manon would even stay OVERTIME so she could read Karin a bedtime story and she's definitely the type of person who will bitch at Karin's Bullies if she runs into them. She helps Karin gain confidence by telling her how cute and smart she is :3 I can see Manon doing many hairstyles for Karin, braids, pigtails, buns, etc. And she also lets Karin do her makeup or let her draw her.

definitely in this rare AU Manon has a much better chance of surviving 😅 thanks to the favor of the adorable children.

[findafight]

RE: Supernatural Hawkins au - I feel like some angst can be introduced in a way of Eddie not trusting Steve after he tells the party about the grimoire etc (and rightfully so bc he doesn’t know Steve like the rest of them do) and corners him after the meeting to say that he’s keeping his eye on him and that this better not be a fucked up way of getting to all of them -

And Steve - being like okay. I get it. Keep me accountable, keep a close eye on me. and Eddie’s like. Fuck. Wait why do I feel-

Ooooooooh anon. Hoohoohoo...

Now, I imagine that were this to happen it would be before vecna et al but after Steve becomes the Pied Piper of supernatural Hawkins. So maybe his parents come home over the winter holidays and give him the lowdown on the Family Business, and Steve freaks out a bit and sits on it for a day or two before calling his not quite code red.

And Dustin brings Eddie along because, Steve, he's basically Pack now too, and Eddie is like wait what the fuck those rumours about Steve being the almost-humans of Hawkins go-to babysitter are true??

And Dustin gives him a Look, like yes, obviously, Dustin has been talking Steve up for months did Eddie not believe him? Rude.

Robin interrupts with "can we PLEASE get this show on the road? Steve looks like he's about to keel over from stress."

"wait right here" Steve says as he bolts out of his living room and reenters lugging a book that's huge. Just. Completely impractical in size. I'm talking 75 x 75 cm and 20 cm high type deal. Stupid big. Occult big. Ritual big. It sets Eddie's teeth on edge.

Steve heaves it onto the coffee table, and says "we have a big problem"

Nancy Wheeler leans over to inspect the tome, the goddamn Grimoire, and Steve smacks her hand away from opening it.

He stands, hands on his hips, and takes a deep breath.

"over winter break, my parents came home. And they told me about the...the Family Business, as they called it." He glares at the book, his nose scrunching with the scowl and Eddie might call it cute but that's for him to know and now else to find out. "They're Monster Hunters."

There is a silence that stretches and stretches and Eddie thinks he might vomit from the turbulent emotions filling the room, none of which, however, are the betrayal he expects.

"Steve..." Robin starts, trails off.

"they don't know anything, apparently, despite this shit being in the family for generations." Steve begins pacing. "They have no idea about any of you, or that Hawkins is apparently the unofficial supernatural capital of Indiana. Everyone is safe, but I--"his voice cracks, and Eddie would maybe feel sorry if this wasn't King Steve telling him this, wasn't a goddamn hereditary Monster Hunter standing in front of him. He just feels fucking pissed.

"I'm worried that they're gonna start hanging around more, and that they're going to realize that--" Steve's hands are running through his hair, nervous. "I don't know, I smell like a pack of werewolves or my best friend is my Selkie magic assigned soulmate" and Eddie wasn't sure he believed that rumour even when Dustin confirmed it, that it didn't seem possible for someone like Harrington to be bound by such pure magic to Robin Buckley. "- or that whenever I go out a gaggle of kids that aren't quite human seem to follow me."

Robin stands, opening her arms for him to fold into, puzzle pieces locking together.

"I just don't want anyone to get hurt because of me." He says, muffled, into Robin's shoulder. If Eddie didn't know better, he'd say he was crying.

Dustin quickly joins the hug, and the rest of the gaggle of teens, including Erica Sinclair, follow suit. Nancy stays back with Eddie, arms crossed and brows furrowed.

Eddie can taste the worry in the room, a sour bitterness on his tongue, all directed towards Steve. He doesn't get it. The guy just admitted to being part of a dynasty of people who kill the kind of people in this room, and no one is worried he's going to hurt them, just that he might be hurt.

Eddie lets the others do the planning, which is generally accepting that they need to let Claudia Henderson and the Sinclair parents know, not tell the Wheelers, and keep Steve's parents far away from Hawkins. Easy. Sure.

He hangs back as Nancy herds the kids into her station wagon, waving as she leaves. Robin putters in the kitchen, so Eddie takes the opportunity to step into Steve's space.

"I don't know if this is some fucked up long con, Harrington, to get all the inside information on the supernatural beings of Hawkins, but I'm watching you." He jabs a finger into Steve's chest, snarling. "Somehow you got those pups to trust you, worry about you, but I don't. If you even seem a threat to those kids, or you step outta line, I'll -" then it hits him, the wave of sadness and grief and--and relief. Eddie has never been good at individual emotions, finds them confusing and too specific and make his teeth hurt, and he feeds better from groups anyways, but. Steve is all but screaming how he feels into Eddie's ear.

"good." Steve says. Nods. "You'll look out for them." As though that's a normal thing to say when a vampire has expressly threatened you. "If something happens, if my parents get to close or shit hits the fan, I need you to do what you need to do so they're safe. So this godforsaken town is safe."

Eddie blinks, stepping back "wait. You want me to-"

Steve nods again. "If push comes to shove I need you to burn any trace we were ever here and make sure all the little fae kids are safe." He takes a breath. The hard zest of determination overpowers anything else Eddie might otherwise have sensed. "You have to kill me and my parents, and make sure no one ever knows."

[broke-art-girl]

Ngl Might write an Older Brother AU with Timothèe Chalamet, Natalia Dyer, and Finn Wolfhard. I never felt that "Holly Wheeler" was very crucial to the Stranger Things storyline so I'ma ditch her and replace her with "Robertt "Rob" Wheeler" (find it on AO3 Here)

"Robertt "Rob" Wheeler" Headcanons:

× How old is he? ×

• He's the eldest in the group. He's older than Steve and Nancy anyway. Eddie's age. Robert was born in January of '65, with Nancy being born in November of '67, and Mike in April of '71,

× What kind of screen time does he have? ×

•Season One: He wouldn't show up much because he would be off studying for finals. But he would warn Nancy about hanging out with Steve after telling her he saw Steve sneaking out while he was out smoking.

•Season Two: he would have minimal screen time because he's in college.

•Season Three: He would have a bit of screen time, this would be the season he learns about the upside down. He would be helping with the Russians and would comfort El about Hopper.

•Season Four: He would have a lot of screen time.

He would totally be there to stand up for Hellfire Club. (Plot twist + flash back) He was once a member. After all, that's how Mike got into D&D.

He and Eddie used to be good friends. Eddie missed Robbie after he got held back the first time, then he got held back again and Robertt moved on to high school, leaving him in junior high.

Once he learns Eddie's in trouble he rushed to help. When Eddie dies, he takes it HARD. Maybe just as hard as Dustin. When he show comes to a close in the field of flowers, you can barely see will hugging him as he cries in the background. From the conversation Will had with Jonathan you can assume Robertt had a thing for Eddie, because why would Will be hugging Robertt and not Nancy or Mike??

•Season Five: He would have the screen time of a main character, he's helping fight, he's in the upside down, he's protecting his siblings, avenging Eddie. He might even sacrifice himself to save them if it comes down to it in the bitter end. It would be worth it. And he finally understands why Eddie did it, and he's happy to finally see in again.

× What are his personality traits? ×

• Shy to a fault but will sit next to someone just to let them know he cares. Loves to give gifts and make things. Mike often gets him to make the party Christmas gifts.

• Likes to cook and read. His favorite food is vegetarian soup (yes he's vegetarian and yes he gets picked on for it) and his favorite book/play is Romeo and Juliet.

• Will help his siblings with homework, or just do it for them if they ask nicely.

• He's kind of like Steve in the way that you can talk to him about anything, and he's sort of a babysitter/ cab driver, he was more trusted with Mike when he was younger but now Mrs. Wheeler just doesn't care.

× How did he become friends with everyone? ×

• Became friends with Mike and Nancy because their siblings.

• Became friends with Dustin, Lucus, and Will after he showed Mike what D&D was. After he went off for college, Mike took over the dungeon master position, using his big brothers old books.

• Became friends with Jonathan through him waiting for Will to quit playing D&D at their house.

• Became friends with Robin and Steve after Steve yelled "Rob?!" And both Robin and Robertt said "Yeah?!"

• Became friends with Max through a love for skateboarding.

• Became friends with Eleven back when she was hiding out in the basement. He knew Eleven was down there the whole time. He would go down there after work and see her sitting there... He would talk to her through the day to pass the time, distract his parents from seeing her, and tell mike he was an idiot. Of course he wouldn't elaborate on why Mike was an idiot, but he figured he knew why.

• Became friends with Eddie when they were kids through D&D. Back when his hair was buzzed and he didn't have those sweet old tatties yet.

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