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cute-sucker · 17 days

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babysitting the sweetheart (part one-series)

[01.04.2024]

note: i wrote this a while ago, and it will be a series!! i have the plot figured out so it will be very very fluffy. (ask to be tagged btw!!) words: 1.3k summary: you're new to town, enjoying a coffee when rafe cameron's little daughter approaches you. you'll be fine...right?

part one

quite honestly going to the normal coffee place you went to every morning was supposed to be comforting. it wasn't supposed to be the place to be attacked by a 5 year old, and it was definitely not the place where you felt like you were going to die of fear.

a very cute five-year-old at that, with pigtails and big blue eyes. she bounced up and down, with a big wobbly smile on her face. she had a pink princess dress on and a tiara that was bound to fall.

you were mid-bite before she caught your hand.

"can i have some? please, please, please," she pleaded to you. you choked on your hot coffee and watched struggle to her plop herself onto one of the high chairs.

you searched for her parents, and then gave her a small tentative smile, before gently asking the question that was on your mind.

"honey, where are your parents?"

she quickly wilted, and you swore there were tears in her eyes,

"i can't find my daddy. he told me not to go far but i didn't listen and now i might never find my daddy," she gasped out quickly.

now you were alert, gritting your teeth and searching your surroundings. your few months in kildare had been nice, and it was the best place to rest and take some time off. but everything was so goddamn expensive. you'd never lived so lavishly, wearing the same clothes for weeks on end.

this was supposed to be your new start, as you cleaned tables at night, and tried to write music during the day. you had always wanted to be an artist, and the beachy waves and cool lemonade persuaded you to continue.

but with this little girl in front of you, you felt panicked. you turned around to look around once again before you set your eyes on her - she was sobbing, clutching her necklace that had the initial 'r,' on it.

fat tears rolled down her face, and before you knew it you were carrying her off, embracing her in your arms and buying her two marshmallow cupcakes.

honestly, the barista was nicer to her than he was ever nice to you.

you made sure to tease him about that later, but now you had other things on your mind.

"so what does he look like?" you asked her again.

she pouted and let out a cry. then she got up, wiping her tears before stretching her arm in the air.

"wee tall, and this big, and he's my daddy."

"it's okay!" you said quickly, cursing yourself for asking the little five-year-old. "we'll find him, you couldn't have gone that far-"

"wait! that's my daddy, it's him-" and then jumped out of his arm to the shadowy figure behind you.

"i-"

the figure picked her up, clutching her tightly. he was drop-dead gorgeous. you wondered how a man could be damn hot. with broad shoulders, dirty blonde buzzed hair and blue eyes that had an unhealthy hold on you.

one, he was young to be a father, two he was pissed.

the owner of the cafe suddenly burst out of the kitchen, "mr. cameron! what a delight to have you here. let me show you around-"

yet, he completely ignored him, kissing her daughter, and then looked up at you. he gave you a look that you'd given a mosquito.

"who the hell are you?" he seethed through gritted teeth, eyes set on your face. you felt beads of sweat drip down your forehead. okay, okay, calm down.

"hey, listen-"

"daddy!"

he stopped in his tracks, to look down at the little girl. he smiled at her softly, gently tracing her face.

"hey love, where did you go? you know you should go off on your own," he told her gently, brushing away her stray hairs. he looked as if she was his whole world. she gave him a giddy smile and then pointed at the cupcake you had given you.

her cheeks were full like chipmunks, and she looked way too adorable.

"she saved me."

suddenly he peered up at you, eyes squinted with an emotion you couldn't figure out. but then he went cold, giving you a small nod.

you felt shivers travel all the way down to your spine.

you felt like you should have known him because he had this aura. that he was important, and something in you wanted to please him. to make him happy, but you knew there was no winning with him.

you were so lost in his eyes, that you noticed the strange look he was giving you.

"thank you, ms-?" he prompted, his voice cold as ice.

"uh, [last name]," you stammered out, feeling a bit off balance under his piercing gaze.

"well, thank you for looking after my daughter," he said, his voice softening slightly as he shifted his attention back to the little girl in his arms.

then he turned away, with his little girl nestled near his chest. while they turned around, she furiously waved at you, blowing air kisses. you found yourself smiling uncontrollably.

your coffee was cold by the time you got to it.

you scooted into your job, working at the local convenient job was embarrassing. it took hours for anything to happen, and the pay...

the pay was horrible!

"it's time for your shift," jared commented, scrolling through his phone. he was a total tool who worked at the store to learn "life skills." his parents lived on figure eight, and were loaded.

you trudged out there and found yourself at the cashier.

"hi, ms. carrera!" you found yourself saying, serving your customers.

the hours passed and you lay in the break room to rest.

jared was still on his phone. here you were again, life sucked, and your phone was ringing. you got up, looking at the cracked screen.

you had dropped it at least a million times.

it was an unknown number, but who knew? you picked it up anyways.

"hello?"

"i'm going to pay you 10k a month."

you stared dumbly into the phone and then started laughing.

"uh huh, and get me the newest phone right?

"if that's what it takes."

you found yourself giggling now, balancing the phone on your shoulder as you opened yourself some ice cream.

"i'm sorry, who is this?" you asked while juggling your ice cream on your lap. you noticed that jared was watching you.

"rafe cameron. you found my daughter the other day. i'd like to offer you a deal." he said, voice muffled.

his tone was sharp was ever, but you could hear the knowing smirk, and that made you want to roll your eyes. but there was something about that low voice that made you shiver.

"so...mr. cameron, what is 10k a month about?" you murmured into your phone and began to chip away at the ice cream. it was way cold, and your spoon nearly bent as you tried to scoop it into your mouth.

"babysit my daughter lucy. if she's trouble, which i expect she will be," he laughed into the phone, "i'll double it."

you could barely what you were hearing. he had to shitting you.

"how about 15k and the phone?" you pressed, trying not to giggle. he was going to end the call now, you could feel it.

"fine. i'll send the times and the address."

it was here he hung the call.

holy shit!

#series #rafe outer banks #rafe x you #obx fic #rafe imagine #rafe x reader #rafe cameron #fluff #rafe obx #family #babysitting #dad!rafe #dad!rafe au #my fic #soft!rafe cameron #angst

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t4torg · 4 days

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babysitters

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #splatoon 2 #marina splatoon #marina #off the hook #dj octavio #octavio #octavio takowasa #craig cuttlefish #captain cuttlefish #smollusk #overlorder #art #my art #babysitting #they are grandpappies #cuttletavio

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dezznuggz · 2 months

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Jake webber x black reader pleaseee🫶🏾

You and Jack take care of a baby for a day!

~this will basically be the video of Jack and Tara taking care of a baby but instead of Tara, it'll be you

Warning: black reader, readers pronouns she/her, brief usage of y/n that I know of, babysitting, Jake being a lil insecure but that goes away.

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You and Jake have been together for almost 2 years and you were already used to the YouTube life. You both were young and dumb but that never stopped you guys from just living y'all's life. As a joke, you would ask Jake what it would be like if y'all had a kid and Jake's same answer would always be "I'll be the #1 dad for sure" or "does it have to be human?"

Jake decided to hopefully put a stop to your constant question of having a kid. It wasn't like Jake didn't want a kid, he just wasn't sure if having a kid as a YouTuber would be a good idea mostly when you both are young and inexperienced. Jake decided to call someone to 'borrow', their kid for a video. Jake then waits for you to arrive home to explain what y'all vlog plan was for today.

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As you pulled up to yours and Jake's house, Jake seemed to already be waiting for you out there with a camera but before as you can open your car door, Jake practically screams at you to stay in the car and you listen but not without being confused. Jake then comes out the house with a bouquet of flowers in his hand and the camera guy following after him. You took this as your cue to step out and once you got out fully, Jake handed you the bouquet, "these are for you my sweet little Carmel micheotto" Jake says in a mocking baby voice, "I told you to stop calling me that babe" you tell Jake as you side eye the camera with a little smile on your face, "sorry, SMELL THE FLOWERS!" Jake demands towards you and you listen again, "wow they smell good" you say so Jake can get the compliment that he was looking for, "thank you" Jake replies back with a smile as he twirls his hair with his fingers. Jake then tells you to head inside cause there's a surprise for you.

After Jake tells you what today's vlog plans were, he had you and him sit Infront of the camera and do commentary as if it was a reality TV show. "I don't think y/n is good with kids, she babies anything that is cute and they take advantage of her attention" Jake says bluntly and you just look at the camera knowing that it's true, "the reason I think I'm going to struggle today is because with Jake, it's going to be like taking care of 2 kids" you say as you shrug your shoulders knowing that it's true. "You know people say to me 'jake you're as dumb as the rock' and you know what, the rock's net worth is over a million so thank you" Jake says confidently but you kindly shut his confidence down, "no babe they say you're dumb as rocks" you say as you look at Jake waiting for a response, "what?..."

"The reason I think I'm good with kids is because I grew up with dogs and cats so there's no way taking care of a kid is as hard as taking care of an animal" you say now that you're having your own little interview by yourself this time. "My mom once did tell me that I would commit any crime for anything that I found cute and now that I think of it....she's a little true" you say while shrugging your shoulders, "and today I was a little stress you know, I was panicking like what do I wear? How do I dress? " You say while moving your hands around as you talk, "and I think I found the right thing" you say as you show off your shirt that says 'future milf' with a smug smile on your face.

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Y'all have been waiting for a couple of minutes for the parents to arrive with the kid and as they show up, you and Jake prepare y'all selves to meet the baby, "it's here..." Jake says after letting out a deep sigh and walking away, "the baby....he meant the baby is here" you say towards the camera before following after Jake. When the door opens, you smile instantly grows as you get to finally meet the little angel. Once the parents introduced themselves and the baby, they have us a chance to get to know the little girl. The sound of a wailing chicken echos around the house as Jake points a loud chicken toy towards the little girls face, "babe stop.." you say as you lower Jake's arm to get the loud toy away from the kid.

After trying to get Violet (the babies name) used to you and Jake. Y'all both decided to take her to mc.donalds since y'all found out that she likes chicken including chicken nuggets. Although it was a little hard to get Violet out of the house, there was nothing compared to the struggle of putting her in the car seat and buckling her up. "Violet doesn't like hot cars so we're trying to cool it down before we get her settled" you say as you bounce Violet in your arms, once the car cools down enough you set her in her seat while having trouble figuring out how the seatbelt worked, "if this goes here.....and this goes here....then where the fuck does this go?" You say in a frustrated tone, who knew a kids seatbelt would be so complicated. After figuring out how to buckle her up, you feel tired and sweaty, "babe are you sure you have the AC on?" You say while wiping away your forehead sweat, "uh I'm working on it give me a minute" Jake says in a little country accent.

Once everyone gets settled in the car, y'all start heading towards mc.donalds. the car ride was silent, no one knew what to talk about with a kid around. It was the longest that Jake had been quiet, it almost felt weird to you.

Once y'all arrive to mc.donalds, now Jake was the one struggling with the seatbelt, since he isn't the sharpest tool in the shed, the easiest job seemed to be the hardest for Jake. As y'all start walking towards the inside of mc.donalds, Violet had her arms wrapped around you for secure. "Oh my God babe look she's holding onto me" you say with an excited tone and Jake turns around to see how Violet has a strong hold around your neck, "okay that's actually a little cute" Jake says while laughing a little.

Now y'all three (including the camera guy) were inside McDonald's, Jake decided to order for you guys so you and Violet can play at the playground. You and Violet leave Jake and head towards the playground in a fast pace. After entering the playground room, you finally let Violet go and roam around, "it smells like feet and kids in here" you say as you give the camera a disgusted look. You chase Violet around as she runs away while giggling, it made you have a huge smile on your face as you play along with her. Jake then shows up with the food and you grab a kids seat for Violet which was really disgusting, "come on Violet time to eat" Jake says while shaking the happy meals in his hands as he trys to lure Violet towards him. You, Violet, and Jake sit at a table to eat and you're hand feeding her, "you barley known Violet for an hour and you're already feeding her by hand but you still won't feed me by hand" Jake says with jealousy in his voice, "I'll pee and poop in my pants if that's what it takes for you to feed me" Jake's adds on to his first statement, "aw babe don't say that I'm eating", you say while putting down your happy meal cheeseburger with a disturbed look on your face, "I'm just saying", Jake says while raising his hands up in defense.

As you and Jake finish eating and playing with Violet, y'all start to get ready to leave and head to the mall. If you thought the seatbelt was a struggle then you're totally wrong. Violet was currently throwing a tantrum as you tell her that y'all are leaving, she starts fussing around when trying to put her shoes on, "okay Violet, calm down, stop!" You say as you struggle to hold her in place while Jake tries putting her shoes on. Y'all then decide to just carry her to the car and put her shoes on later, with Violet causing a scene and her screams being heard throughout the entire fast food place, it caused everyone's heads to turn y'all's way, you would hide your face in your hands if it weren't for the fussing child that you were holding with all your strength.

You and Jake get Violet in the car seat and you decided to work on the AC in the front of the car but not even 2 seconds later Jake is already calling for your help with Violet,"I don't know how this thing works, what the hell". "What did you do wrong?"."I don't know". "How'd you even get it like that?" You and Jake say to eachother back to back while Violet struggles around in the seat due to the uncomfortable feeling from the seatbelt. "No you idiot, you have to put this the-OW FUCK!" You cut your sentence off as you feel a sharp pain on your nail, "fuck my nail just broke" you say as you shake your hand in hopes of easing the pain, jake laughs and points at you but then stops once you harshly smack his shoulder.

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You and Jake struggle to put on Violets shoes once y'all arrive at the mall, but soon everything gets under control, you and Jake hold Violets hands as y'all walk her across the street, "remember Violet look both ways" Jake says while looking down at the kid, "babe you look both ways, there's a car coming", you say as you pull Jake and Violet to a stop when a car comes near y'all's way, "it's fine we're pedestrians, they'll let us pass." Jake says while looking straight ahead and not even turning to face the car. Y'all three enter the mall only to hear that the mall is closing in 15 minutes, Jake then tries to take the turn of carrying Violet around but then soon gets tired and puts her down, "here Violet you want a- Jake. You dropped the kid" you say in a disappointed tone once you see how reckless Jake got when putting down the kid.

Y'all then decide to wander around the mall and for some reason, y'all kept getting weird stares from people, "Violet you want an Oreo?" . "Can I have it?" . "No it's for Violet" you and Jake say to eachother as you hand feed Violet a small piece of an Oreo cookie. As you and Violet walk off hand in hand Jake turns to the camera and gives a look of disbelief, "this is another reason why I don't want a kid, she doesn't spoil me anymore" Jake says before catching up to you and Violet.

"Babe we keep getting weird stares from people and I don't know if it's cause of Violet or the camera" you say as you turn to look around your area only to see some people looking towards y'all's direction, "I think they think we're the ace family" Jake says with full confidence, "I still can't believe you dropped the kid". "I did not drop the kid". "Well it looked like you dropped her". "That doesn't mean I dropped her". "If she grows up walking cricket then you'll be the one to blame" you end yours and Jake's little argument with your last statement which causes Jake off gaurd and to start laughing out of shock.

"Oh look a Spencer's" Jake says while heading towards the stores direction, "no we're not taking her there, they have weird toys in the back" you say while pulling Violet away before she follows Jake into he store. Jake then heads into the store to find something to give Violet a 'swagged out' look while you and Violet wait outside. You feed Violet goldfish and Oreos that you brought for her and only her (not for Jake), "here you go" you say as you put a goldfish in her mouth, she then snatches the goldfish bag out of your hand and runs around with it. Violet then makes a mess by spilling some on the floor, "uh no don't eat that!"you say frantically before Violet picks up a goldfish off the floor and eats it, "okay no violet stop!" You say to the little girl as she keeps dumping her stuff on the floor.

Jake then chooses to take Violet to Claire's, the place where any little girl would love to be at but Violet was not having it. She kept dropping things on the floor and stomping on her goldfish while walking away, "babe I need help" Jake calls for you and you come over in a instant, "Violet stop making a mess" you say while trying to take the bag of food out of her hand but the kid kept putting up a fight. As Violet keeps dropping goldfish on the floor, Jack 'helps' by picking them up and eating them, "Jake stop, don't eat off the floor I told you this already!" You say to Jake while ignoring the look he gave you after your demand.

Once again with Jake's choice of deciding where to go next, he chose ice cream. You know Jake, and you know that he loves ice cream, as you and Jake stand in line to get ice cream, "we're not here for Violet, we're here for Jake let be real.", you say while looking at the camera with crossed srms and waiting in line. Once you guys got your ice creams, y'all decide to sit on a curb and finally have a cool and chill moment without any chaos. "I honestly liked it today even though Violet got a little violent today, I still liked taking care of her." You say with a smile on your face then shoving your face back into your ice cream cone, "I just want to say, I didn't like any part of today other than eating ice cream" Jake says while shrugging is shoulders at your shocked face, "what? I'm just saying, you had all your attention on Violet that it didn't even feel like I was your second child" jake responds as a way to explain himself since he saw your reaction of disbelief. "You think we could have a kid like Violet one day?" You ask Jake without even looking up at him, "probably not like Violet cause she's a little more lighter than what I imagine our baby to look like so..." Jake says as he makes a sour face, you were shocked but soon your flabbergasted reaction turned into an 'aw' face, "you've thought about the way our baby would look in the future?" You say as you grab Jake's cheek to mock and tease him. "Here she goes again" Jake says while rolling his eyes playfully even though he loves to have your attention back to him.

#jake webber x reader #jake webber #youtuber #youtube #babysitting #johnnie guilbert #tara yummy #black reader #jack webber × black!reader

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hisbucky · 7 months

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Chris, in an otherworldly voice: I am a child of faith and patience. Athena: Bobby, what did you do to my grandchild?! Bobby: I swear it wasn't me! I was with you the whole time! I don't know what's going on! Chris: Come forth, my lost lambs, and pay tribute to my hungry tummy. Athena: ...Did you forget to give him snacks? Bobby: In my defense, this did not come up on the long list of things Buck and Eddie warned me would happen.

#married!au #au #buddie #bathena #babysitting #911 show #911 on abc #incorrect 911 quotes #incorrect quotes #christopher diaz #athena grant #bobby nash #based on real life #straight up #i dont fucking know

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likeiwishiknew · 2 years

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Nyx: Uncle Az, why have you forbade me from entering the delicious chamber?

Cassian and Gwyn, holding back laughter:

Nesta, shaking her head:

Azriel: It's called an oven and you will die.

Nyx, puffs up little chest: I am strong, Uncle.

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loveisinthebat · 6 months

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Babysitting

#Mauritian Tomb Bat #Bats of Africa #Bat of the day #daily bat #bat #bats #batposting #cute bats #cute animals #babysitting #you love to see them

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lust4life01 · 19 days

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literally anything with donnie is fine! just wanted to tell you how much i love your writing too!! :)

Awe thank you sm qt!! I whole heartedly appreciate that, it means so much to me💘 This is a little rushed <3

Baby, Sit.

(Not my image!!). 18+

Warnings!!- Enemies to Lovers, Jealousy, dom x sub, smut, oral (m receiving), fingering, slight chocking, possession and teasing.

Dom Donnie x f/reader

(Donnie and reader are both 18!) Disclaimer/ this is purely fantasy, if somebody is cruel to you irl it does not mean they like you, they’re scum :)

Summary: You were hired by Rose and Eddie Darko to baby sit for their youngest child Samantha, little did you know you would be sitting for some else.

Being an eighteen year old student, you were painfully broke, so when your mother had referred you to her friend to baby sit, you immediately accepted.

When your mother had told you the name of the woman who’s child you would be looking after you felt a wave of anxiety rush through you.

Rose Darko. As in the parent of Donnie Darko.

You and Donnie had been in the same school, you were the same age. And unfortunately you couldn’t stand him and vice versa. There was something about the pair of you that didn’t work. He was always so uptight and had to be right about everything, it was infuriating. There was one main factor that contributed to the continuous clash between the two of you, which was the fact you dated his best friend up until pretty recently. You hadn’t seen Donnie since then considering you had no reason to be around each other anymore but the thought of seeing him again made you want to scream into a pillow.

Whenever you two would be in the same vicinity he would just straight up ignore your presence or when he did acknowledge you he would be blunt and snappy. You had no idea why but this lead to a lot of animosity between the two of you.

So when your mother had told you you would be babysitting for Samantha Darko you immediately wanted to call up Rose and tell her you wouldn’t be able to do it. However you were pretty broke and you assured yourself you probably wouldn’t see Donnie, not if there was no one to baby sit his younger sister. Plus what was you supposed to tell her? Sorry I can’t watch your child that I’ve already agreed to watch because your son hates me? Yeah no.

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“Hey (y,n) yeah we’ll be gone for a couple hours but we left some money for pizza.” Mrs Darko told you as you stood in their kitchen.

You already knew Samantha from when she would bug Donnie at school and run up to the friend group. She was a sweet kid and she liked you well enough so that definitely eased your nerves.

“Okay great, does Samantha need to be in bed by a specific time.” You asked sweetly, knowing full well you’d probably let her stay up regardless.

“Um nope just not too late and by the time we get home. Oh and she has homework to do.”

Rose sterling looked at Samatha as a warning.

“Boringgg.” Samantha protested whilst stood directly by your side.

“Okay well we’ll see you later, have fun” Eddie spoke as they made their way out of the door.

Rose returned and popped her head into the door before leaving .

“Oh (y,n) I’m sure Donnie will be glad to see you again.” She smiled and quickly left before you could even form a response.

Your mind paced. Was Donnie supposed to be here? Why did they need a babysitter then? Did they know you two used to be in the same friendship group? Had he mentioned you? Was it negative? Did he express how much he hated you? Would you actually see him again?

“Can you paint my nails?” Samantha snapped you from your spiral of anxious thoughts.

You turned to her and smiled. “Of course”

You had painted her nails, watched her dance rehearsals and told her how good she was, ordered pizza and now you were helping her with her homework.

She had to write about the character of Pony boy Curtis from ‘The Outsider’ by S.E Hinton.

You had loved studying this book when you was her age and literature in general. So it was absolutely no bother helping her complete her assignment.

“Well, he’s obviously very different and unique to the other characters which can be inferred through-“

You were cut off by the sound of the doorbell ringing.

“Pizza, thank God!” Samantha cried out holding her hands together.

Laughing at her childhood silliness you walked over and opened the front door with cash in your hand, your stomach very exited to finally eat.

However, you were not laughing when you opened the door to someone that was not the pizza delivery man. In fact you no longer felt hunger but complete nausea. Instead a tallish guy with dark hair and piercing blue eyes stood on the other side. Donnie.

You didn’t say anything, just moved to the side to let him through. He didn’t say anything either. Simply walked past as if you weren’t there, the smell of cigarettes trailing behind him.

“Ugh it’s just my stupid brother, not pizza” Samantha whined.

Donnie pulled a face at her as he made his way through the house.

“Hey Sam, when she goes home tonight, Freddie Kruger is gonna craw out from under your bed.” He teased through a creeping voice, obviously trying to upset her.

Samantha in her upset state, Freddie Kruger clearly being a touchy subject, yelled out whist nearly in tears

“SHUT UP DONNIE, NO HE WONT!”

He then made his way over to her homework and scoffed, picking up her copy of The Outsiders and mumbled “mediocre.”

He then proceeded upstairs, leaving the minute he’d managed to make someone else feel bad. Typical.

You rolled your eyes at his cruelty. Of course she wouldn’t be reading fucking Dostoevsky at her age.

Remembered what it was like being in an English class with Donnie gave you a headache. He had great ideas but god forbidden you had an opposing idea. He would scoff and roll his eyes. It drove you crazy. He wasn’t always like that thought, at one point he used to encourage your ideas and even swap notes with you.

You were cut from your thoughts once again when the door bell went again, fortunately this time the pizza man was the one on the other side.

Sam ate some pizza, you no longer felt hungry but you did eventually managed to calm Sam down. The pair of you just chatted about whatever she wanted. She was telling you about some childish drama in her friendship group and you nodded your head pretending like it wasn’t the funniest shit you’d ever heard. Childhood drama is always hilarious when you’re no longer a child.

Despite being distracted by Sam, you kept thinking about the boy upstairs. “Do you think your brothers eaten?”

Sam shrugged her shoulders “who cares?” annoyance laced in her voice at the mention of her older brother.

You said nothing and proceeded with her homework.

Once she had finally finished she was ready to sleep. Her expression exhausted and she yawned after almost every word of her sentence.

“I’m- not even like- that- tired.”

You giggled at her before telling her she should probably head up to bed but you did promise to braid her hair first.

“Thanks for keeping me company (y,n), you were always my favourite out of Donnie’s friends” she smiled and hugged you at the bottom of the staircase.

The word ‘friend’ lingered for a while in your head. It was true, you were friendly at a time. It sucked because he felt good to be around for a time.

You stayed downstairs as she marched off to bed, whispered a sweet “goodnight” as she made her way to bed.

There was still around an hour and a half until Eddie and Rose were supposed to be home and you hadn’t seen anything of Donnie since he had come home. It was weird, you felt like you hated him but you also wanted to be around him. You especially wanted to know why he hated you. A part of you hoped that maybe he’d go back to his old self but instead you pushed him into the back of your mind and stared to clean up a little.

Once you had cleared up you sat onto the couch and grabbed a book from your bag and stared to read. You only had a few chapters left so decided to try and finish them tonight.

You were so drawn into the book that you didn’t realise a familiar figure loomed behind you. Donnie stood behind the couch reading over your shoulder. After a couple second of you not noticing his presence, he leaned down to your ear.

“Good choice.”

You jumped and your head snapped round to Donnie, almost slapping him out of instinct as a small yelp slipped past your lips.

“What the fuck Donnie. I could have woken up your sister. What’s wrong with you?”

His face was close to yours, and a small smile crept onto his face as he watched your second of distress. “Hello to you too (y,n)”

“Why are you being so friendly? Thought you couldn’t stand me?” You asked with your brows furrowed and your tone daring. You weren’t even with his stupid friend anymore so you had no clue why he was still such a dick.

“I’ve never said that.”

His answer was short and blunt but he had that smug grin on his face. Not one that radiated happiness or flirtation but something else. Power maybe? Like a wolf who had corned a bunny and laughed hysterically as it tried to escape.

You didn’t try to escape from him though. You kept your eyes locked onto his, not daring to dart your eyes away as a sign of weakness.

“You didn’t have to.”

He however did not have any snarky remarks in response. Instead he made his way round to the spot on the couch next to you and snatched the book from your hands.

“Ah 1984. George Orwell. You know when I tried to explain to your small minded boyfriend. Oh no. Ex-boyfriend, the concept of this book it was exhausting.” He rolled his eyes dramatically with that mean playful look on his face.

Why on earth was he doing this? Mentioning your ex boyfriend, calling his own friend small minded, even speaking to you. You racked your brain on why he was doing this. Sure you had known he hated you but that usually manifested itself through his lack of interest in engaging with you or his need to argue with everything you ever said. Now it was like he was taunting you by giving you this almost flirtatious, slightly sadistic attention. It was so odd but so hypnotising.

“But then again, I never did understand why he was with someone like you.”

You couldn’t tell if that was a compliment or an insult. Someone like you? What exactly did that entail.

“What are doing Donnie?”

Your brows were furrowed slightly and your eyes a little sad, completely fed up of trying to work out his cruel ways, or even justify them to yourself.

You and Donnie had been somewhat friends before you started dating his best friend, but as soon as you did he became a new person. When you’d occasionally chat in the library about whatever book you were studying he’d always smile or when you’d catch each other on the way home and he’d be a little awkward but totally engaged with whatever you were saying, it was nice. That all came to a stop when his friend had started to pay you attention. You thought maybe Donnie felt as though you’d stolen his best friend and for that you did truly feel sorry.

You were now face to face in the dimly light room. Just a lamp illuminated the two faces.

“What were you doing (y,n)?”

He was no longer smug but he had caught and attitude with you. There something underlying in this anger in his voice. A deep irritation sat on his tongue.

“What do you want me to say Donnie? Sorry I didn’t live up to the expectation of being your friends dream girl, or sorry that you felt abandoned by him?

He shook his head and let out a hysterical laugh. As if your words were a pathetic joke.

“Ugh (y,n) I honestly thought you were smarter than this. I didn’t give a fuck about losing ‘crucial friend time’” He mocked.

“It frustrated me that someone as smart as you would even consider giving someone like that your time of day. Someone who you couldn’t converse with about anything slightly philosophical or opinions on a new book or poetry, because ‘books are useless, or ‘metaphors are stupid’. Mimicking his best friends voice as he spoke.

You said nothing. You were speechless and your brain hurt from trying to work him out. You just thought to yourself after his little outburst. Then it hit you. Was this jealousy?

“Why do you care so much Donnie? It’s not like I could talk about poetry or a new fucking book with you. You wouldn’t even talk to me.”

You snapped back, testing him. Was he truly jealous of not you, but your ex?

You were both still face to face. Inches away from each other.

“Only after you climbed into bed with someone who didn’t deserve you.” His voice was assertive and filled with envy yet his voice was low.

The realisation on how close you two had gotten finally hit the both of you. You were staring at him with your lips slightly parted and a slight confusion brushed your features. Why did you find this hot? God, you told yourself this was wrong but the sound of jealousy in his voice made your chest heave with excitement.

The sound of your heart beat was loud, it felt as though your heart had been placed to your ear. His lips were so close to yours. But you were upset, with another overwhelming feeling aching in your chest. Lust?

His eyes were still fixed on yours. “It should have been my bed you were climbing in.”

He brought his fingers up to your jaw possessively.

The two big black holes that had replaced his usual pupils drew you in. His eyes trailed down to your slightly parted lips. There was a part of you that wanted to cry and shout at him for being such a dick, but you couldn’t. It was like you had been hypnotised. Or maybe you’d just awoken from the trance you’d been under. This complete and utter blindness towards Donnie’s feeling towards you, or yours for him.

Amongst your silence he crashed his lips to yours. The kiss was hard and desperate. He pushed his tongue past your lips and you let a small moan slip. His hands cupped either side of your jaw as his teeth sank into your bottom lip.

A small hiss left your lips at the sharp pain that send a shock through your body. Donnie’s hand trailed down from your jaw to neck and his hand slowly snaked it’s way around to your throat. He added a little pressure, not enough to hurt you but just enough to make you feel everything more intensely whilst his other hand brought some hair behind your ear.

He pulled away from the kiss, keeping his hand exactly as they were and just admired the mess of emotions plastered along your face. Anger, confusion, fear and lust. To him you looked like a beautiful oil painting, so many different things happening at once and he got to be the observer. The artist even, controlling what you felt next.

“Donnie” You whispered.

“Shh baby. I’ve got you now.” There was an element of comfort in his voice but mainly possession. A wider grin played on his face as he said those words, violently bringing his lips to yours once again.

The feeling of his long fingers inching closer up skirt and thighs made you want to cry out and tell him exactly where to touch you. But you didn’t.

The slight pressure from his veiny hand wrapped around your neck and the near brushes to your clit through your underwear, were getting you so worked up.

“Donnie, please.” you whispered against his lips, your voice quiet and needy.

He practically growled in response “Oh now you want me? Such a slut.”

As you whimpered underneath his tough he chucked into your ear. “Bet he couldn’t make you feel this good.”

You came quickly under his palm, your head was a mess. There was so many emotions running through, it was like ecstasy. He was a drug.

“Mhm, good girl. If only you hadn’t been so stupid, could have had this ages ago.”

He pulled his fingers out of you and brought them to your lips.

Taking them into your mouth and swirling your tongue around his fingers while he starred at you intently, made him throb hard.

Snatching his fingers from your lips he grabbed your jaw harshly.

“Now be a good girl and sit.” He motioned to the spot on the floor between his legs. “Cmon baby, sit.”

You obligated, desperate to hear him feel good. Desperate to win his approval by being the cause of his pleasure.

Sat on your knees in between his thighs, he sat on the couch and wiped the mess from the corners of your mouth with his hand. The same hand in which his fingers had been inside you.

Reaching for his zipper, his hand caught your wrist tightly as he peered down at you.

“Did I say you can touch me?” From your angle he looked so much bigger than he was.

You huffed out a small whine, “Please can I touch you Donnie. Please?” You looked up at him with doe eyes, it used to work on him when you wanted him to do something for you. Usually homework. And it did.

He now brought his lips in between his teeth, admiring how pretty you looked on your knees.

He nodded his head and you quickly undid his zipper and brought his jeans down to his ankles.

The hard erection confined to his underwear made your mouth melt. You kissed him over his tight underwear and he groaned quietly.

Staring up at him innocently, he nodded his head, giving you permission to take off his underwear. Immediately you pulled down his underwear and grab him by his base.

You licked him from his hard base to his red tip and started to kitten lick around the top of his cock.

Donnie breathed heavily and grabbed your hair into a make shift pony tail roughly.

“Stop teasing (y,n) or I swear-“

The warning was enough for you to cut him off by taking him into your mouth suddenly. You bobbed your head and licked his veins as his grip on your hair got tighter.

“Fuck. Gonna cum soon. Look at me.”

He pushed you onto his dick deeper, it violently hitting the back of your throat as your eyes watered.

The sight sent him over the edge, shooting his cum down your throat as you swallowed submissively.

He let go of your hair and offered his hands to help you up, once again wiping away the mess he’d made from your lips with his finger.

“It was nice to see you again (y,n).”

(Not proof read) 🙏

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one-time-i-dreamt · 3 months

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I was babysitting a nine-year-old Percy Jackson.

We made cookies.

He was sweet, but kept getting into trouble.

#dream #percy jackson #pjo #babysitting #cookies #baking

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bluejaysandblackbats · 3 months

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Five Little Ducks

Fandom: DC Comics, Batman

Summary: Bruce finds a magically de-aged Jason.

Chapters: 1/13

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas, Zatanna Zatara

Additional Tags: De-Aged Jason Todd, Magic, Babysitting, Father-Son Relationship, Fluff and Angst, POV Third Person, Bruce Wayne is Not Okay, Bruce Wayne Tries, Jason Todd Has Issues, Childhood Trauma

Chapter One: Hickory Dickory Dock

Bruce leaped out of the Batmobile, blood pumping as he sprinted halfway across the docks and kicked in the warehouse door in a panic. He couldn't be too late. Not again. He looked around the room, his heart still beating in his ears. He shut his eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to regain his cool. Jason wasn't a child anymore. He could take care of himself. Jason was probably long gone. Bruce tried to reassure himself that everything was fine. He turned to leave just as a pipe clattered and clanged against the cement floor, followed by a gasp. Bruce met eyes with a little boy with a bloody nose and bruised knuckles. He sat in the corner of the room shaking and crying, wearing a hoodie that was so oversized it pooled over his feet.

The boy held both hands over his face, stifling sobs as his body shook. Bruce's shoulders dropped, and he made himself appear smaller and less imposing. He stepped forward to approach, and the child screwed up his face and broke into a sobbing mess. "Oh no, I'm not here to hurt you-." The little boy shook his head frantically.

"No! No," he pleaded. Bruce sighed and sat down where he stood.

"I only want to help," Bruce reassured him. "Can you step into the light for me?" The child shook his head. "My mask is awfully spooky, huh?" The boy nodded. "Don't worry. I'm just a regular man under the mask."

The little boy shivered in the cold. "It's too cold in here to stay all night... I actually have a ravioli soup to pick up in a little bit, and I couldn't possibly eat it all by myself. Do you know anybody who might want to eat hot and spicy ravioli soup with me?" Bruce questioned. The little boy's stomach growled. Bruce reached out, and the little boy took his hand. "Oracle-."

"Got it," Barbara replied. Bruce held his hand out, and the child finally accepted. Bruce took a wet napkin and wiped his face and hands clean, checking for signs of a broken nose.

"Does that hurt?" Bruce questioned. The little boy tried to stop himself from crying. "Does your head hurt?"

The little boy shook his head. "No..." His voice was small, almost mouse-like.

"Okay... I don't think anything's broken," Bruce whispered, "Will you come with me?"

Bruce walked him to the Batmobile and set up the car seat he kept around for emergencies. He buckled the boy in and checked to ensure the seat belt was secure. The little boy grabbed Bruce's wrist, and they locked eyes. There was a strange familiarity swimming around in the boy's downturned eyes. "Am I in trouble?" asked the boy. Bruce shook his head. "Are you gonna take me home after?"

"I'm going to try to. How'd you get way out here?" Bruce asked.

Bruce hopped in the Batmobile and started driving toward the restaurant in Little Italy. "I don't remember," the boy mumbled, "I usually remember things... But I don't know this time. I never go this far away by myself."

"Do you know what neighborhood you live in?" Bruce questioned. The little boy swung his feet as he looked around at the Batmobile's interior.

"Uh-huh. I live in the apartments on Park Row," the boy answered, "Mr. Batman, you hurt my daddy before... But sometimes, he does bad things. My mommy says sometimes people have to do bad things to survive."

"Well-."

"I think he had to go away again and get punished," the little boy explained.

"I'm sorry that I hurt your father," Bruce apologized.

"It's okay... You probably didn't know. Sometimes people hit people because they don't know better," the little boy justified. Bruce shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he pulled up into the alley.

"I'll be right back, okay?" Bruce asked. The little boy nodded.

Bruce went into the back entrance and paid for his order. He took an empty soup container and split his order in two before grabbing his forks and returning to the Batmobile. He climbed into the backseat and draped a napkin over the boy's lap before handing him his soup. "Thank you," the little boy whispered. Bruce could tell it'd been a while since the child's last meal, but he had excellent manners. Bruce ate with him in silence. "Do you know my name?"

Bruce shook his head. He thought it was a strange question. "Do you know Santa Claus?" the little boy questioned.

"No, I can't say I do," Bruce replied, "What is your name, by the way?"

"Jason," the little boy answered. Bruce turned to him and shook his head.

"Jason Peter Todd?" Bruce asked. Jason nodded and smiled.

"Hey! You told a fib! You do know my name," Jason giggled. Bruce's breath caught. How was that possible? Jason was a full-grown man when Bruce received the distress call earlier. Who could've done something like that to him? "Mr. Batman?"

Bruce took off his mask and looked him in the eye. He hoped it would spark something in Jason's memory. "Jason, how old are you right now?" Bruce questioned.

"You're Bruce Wayne," Jason grinned, showing Bruce the little gap in his front teeth.

"Jason, please. How old are you today?" Bruce asked.

Jason frowned. "I'm five... Are you mad at me?" Jason questioned. Bruce shook his head.

"Do you remember talking to me today? We talked to each other three times today... I've known you since you were twelve, and I-."

"Mr. Wayne... I'm five," Jason whispered.

Bruce sighed. Jason was literally five years old. He had no memory of the past nineteen years, and there was no way to explain any of it without traumatizing him. "Well, Jason, if your mommy and daddy aren't home, do you want to stay with me for a little while?" Bruce asked. Jason nodded.

"How'd you know my whole name?" Jason asked.

"I'm a good detective," Bruce answered. Jason hiccupped and apologized. "It's alright. Jason, is it alright if I take you to a doctor and let her bandage up your cuts?" Jason nodded. "If you're good, Dr. Thompkins might give you a sticker."

Jason lit up. "I know who Dr. Thompkins is! She helped my mommy once when she was sick," Jason explained. Bruce smoothed Jason's hair down in the back. He felt something warm and wet, like blood, and he drew his hand back to see a glowing inscription on his hand. Magic. Of course, it was magic.

Corpus et mens infantis ad cor infantis. It was written in liquid on Jason's head and Bruce's palm. Jason didn't notice the glowing green inscription. "Does Dr. Thompkins know you're Batman?" Jason asked. Bruce nodded. "Am I asking too many questions, Mr. Wayne?"

"You can ask all the questions you want, Jason. Okay?" Bruce reassured him. Jason nodded as he drank the tomato broth from his soup container. Bruce smiled and wiped Jason's face. "I used to have a little boy like you... Except he wasn't as little as you. He was older... But to me, he was my little boy."

"Is he gone?" Jason asked.

"Kind of," Bruce whispered.

"Do you miss him?" Jason questioned.

"All the time," Bruce whispered, "He was only little for such a short time. I wished I could turn back time and be better to him."

Jason looked at the sad expression on Bruce's face, and he tapped his shoulder. "I bet he misses you too," Jason reassured him.

#fic #five little ducks fic #jason todd #bruce wayne #stephanie brown #duke thomas #dick grayson #batfam #de-aged jason todd #angst and fluff #magic #babysitting #chapter 1: hickory dickory dock

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