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Hi, I just found you, and I wanted to ask if you're going to continue the Undercover Care series?

Sorry if I'm bothering you. I hope you have a good day or evening.

Hello Anon! So, as of right now I do plan to continue the series, I have many drafts saved, writers block is hitting me so bad right now and on top of that I am packing for a big family trip, so it may take a little for the next few posts to go up.

You are not bothering me! I love getting requests or asks, and I hope you also have a good morning afternoon or evening!

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Miguel O’Hara with an Insomniac child

At first he didn’t realize you weren’t sleeping. I mean he was always gone and at HQ, how would he know?

It was only after he came home later than usual and found you up in the kitchen, eating carrots and doing some homework.

At first he brushed it off, until he noticed every time he got home, you were up.

He started sending Lyla to check on you while he was at HQ, getting her to tell him if you were asleep or not.

If you weren’t, he would quickly portal home and try to help get you to sleep.

If you were, he’d tell Lyla to leave you be, maybe turn your alarm off for the morning.

He tries everything to get you to sleep, thinking you were just being a bit stubborn or petty about something.

Thats when Jess brought up that maybe it was a neurological problem, like insomnia. Once he heard that he was quick to get you a doctor’s appointment.

You were a little upset about having to go to a doctor’s appointment over something you thought was insignificant, but you can’t really argue with your dad.

Once he found out it was insomnia, he was quick to ask the doctor about medications or maybe something that would help you.

You were prescribed melatonin, 15 milligrams every night at least an hour before you went to bed.

You protested taking meds for a while, which worried Miguel. He wanted you to sleep, but you were refusing? Why?

Eventually he just straight up bribed you to take the melatonin.

He sighed, sitting down next to you on the couch. “What do I have to do to get you to sleep like a normal person?” He asked, rubbing his temples slightly. “You know that game I’ve been asking for? The cat one?” You said, taking a bite out of your sandwich. “Fine, I’ll get you that game you wanted but you have to take your melatonin.” “And a new comforter or I won’t take it.” “…and a new comforter then.” You smiled, taking another bite of your sandwich.

You were very happy with this development.

Miguel was just happy that you were getting a healthy amount of sleep every night.

listen, i wouldn't like slashers so much if they weren't so hot

Hazbin Hotel

Characters I write for!

Hotel staff:

Charlie

Vaggie

Angel

Husk

Alastor

Overlords

Vox

Velvet

Valentino

Lucifer

Carmilla (platonic only!)

Angels

Adam

Lute

Sera

Emily

not reading fic, not writing fic, but a third, secret thing

(scrolling tumblr while thinking about fics I want to be reading and writing)

Hannigram with a silent s/o

Hannibal and Will first met you at a crime scene after you scared them. You were there to photograph evidence, and you ended up accidentally sneaking up on them.

Will almost had a heart attack when you tapped on his shoulder.

Hannibal kept his eye on you as you worked, noticing how silent you were even when talking.

Will was impressed, usually no one can sneak up on him easily, so when you did he was surprised.

Eventually Will worked up the courage to talk to you. With Hannibal by his side of course.

You were extremely polite, offering to show them some pictures you took when they asked about your job.

Hannibal offered dinner at his place, and you accepted.

Hannibal made sure not to use a lot of human meat when preparing your dish, but used some in his and Wills.

You showed up in one of your best outfits, an expensive bottle of wine in your hands.

Hannibal let you in while Will set the table.

You walked behind Hannibal, silent as ever as you looked around slightly.

Safe to say, Will was surprised when you walked into the dining room.

Will set the table, smiling at you slightly when he set your plate down in front of you.

You were quiet throughout dinner, only speaking when spoken too and keeping your answers short and simple, but informative.

Eventually the dinner came to an end and you had to go home.

After that, you kept coming over for dinner, each and every time Hannibal invited you, you accepted.

After the 10th or 11th dinner Will and Hannibal asked you to be theirs, and you accepted shyly.

about a month after dating you moved in by Will’s request.

They noticed that you loved exploring the house, and so they never stopped you when you did, but you always managed to sneak up on them.

Eventually, Will ordered little bells to sew onto your clothes to help keep track of you.

You still manage to sneak up on them sometimes when you find a piece of clothing that doesn’t have a bell on it.

They love you, but hate how silent you can be.

Undercover Care

as a young, broke senior in high school, you take up a babysitting gig, not knowing you’d be babysitting a mafia bosses sons.

As soon as you were in the office you felt out of place. It was a big office, and a very fancy one too. There was a huge window on the wall behind Phil’s desk and a bookshelf that took up the entire right wall. By the left wall there was a leather couch, a glass coffee table, and a very nice rug. You walked closer to the desk, subtly running your hand over it.

“Sandalwood…” you whispered, letting your hand fall to your side. “Please, have a seat.” Phil said, sitting down on the other side of the desk. You nod, sitting on one of the two chairs set in front of the desk. You took a small breath, bouncing your leg subtly. “Now, as you are working here now, there is going to be some ground rules.” Phil said, folding his hands together on top of the desk.

You nod. “That makes sense.” You said, trying not to sound rude. “First, don’t enter rooms without knocking or being invited in. My boys can be iffy about their space.” You hummed, sounded reasonable. “Two, if you make a mess, please make sure to clean it up.” You nod, makes sense.

“Three, no having friends over. Especially when you’re working.” Phil shifted in his seat, now leaning back. “Four, there is a list of names and numbers on the fridge, call any one of them if I am unavailable when something happens.” You nodded, crossing your legs. “Five, if I am not here, please don’t come into my office. Six, if you decide to stay here, even occasionally, don’t leave your room past 9:30. Seven, the boys usually go to bed around 8:00. Don’t disturb them while they get ready for bed.”

You frowned slightly. Why couldn’t you be out past 9:30 if you stayed the night? “That’s all the rules I have, please follow them.” You nodded. “Of course. It would be disrespectful not to.” Phil smiled slightly. “Now. Let’s go meet my boys.” Phil stood, waiting for you to do the same. You quickly did so, making sure you still looked at least somewhat professional. “Techno should be training in the backyard, so we’ll go to him after we meet Tommy and Wilbur.” Phil said, starting to walk towards the door.

You were quick to follow, not wanting to upset him on your first day. “Tommy is a bit of a…trouble maker. If he gives you too much trouble give me a call and I’ll sort him out.” Phil said, leading you towards a hallway full of rooms. “Techno is more mellow, but he can get a little…violent if provoked. Refrain from angering him.” Phil said, sounding very serious. You nodded, tensing up slightly.

“Wilbur isn’t around often, he’s already got his own place. When he is here he’ll most likely be playing music. If he offers to play for you, just accept. He holds grudges, especially over his music.” You nod along. Wilbur and Tommy didn’t seem too bad, it was Techno you were worried about. What if you accidentally angered him? What if he didn’t like you? What if he tried hurting you? You took gymnastics for a while, but that was years ago, and you doubt it would help you now.

And what about Tommy? What if he was so much worse than Phil was describing him as? You felt bad for thinking so badly of people you haven’t even met yet, but you couldn’t help it. “Ah, another thing. Tommy has a tendency to…eat anything that looks like candy. So if you have any medication that you would like to store here, make sure to keep it locked up or somewhere hidden.” Phil said, walking up to one of the doors on the wall.

You nodded, rubbing your arm slightly. Phil knocked gently in a small pattern, waiting for a response before he opened the door. You stood in the doorway as Phil walked in. You looked around the room, nothing bad, it was just a plain room painted red, posters here and there with multiple pictures of a blond and other people. There were multiple drawings and sketches scattered around the desk in the corner, some on the floor, and one or two pinned up on the wall.

“This is Y/n, your new babysitter. Don’t scare her away.” You heard Phil say, making you turn to look at him. “That’s not fair.” The blond on the bed whined, the same blond who had opened the door for you, although now he was wearing a soft looking blue sweater. You waved slightly when he noticed you looking at him. “Uh hi. You’re Tommy?” You asked, not entering the room. The blond nodded. “Well I hope we get along well, Tommy.” You said with a smile, trying to sound as friendly as possible. Tommy just hummed and looked down at the sketchbook in his lap. You frowned slightly. Did he already not like you…?

The Black Phone Incorrect Quotes

Finney: flapping my hands isn’t enough I need to scream

Vance: What can therapy do for me that screaming in my car for 30 minutes can’t?

Robin: No, this is not a mess. You know what I consider a mess? Finney: Your life? Robin: I- well yes, but-

Bruce: You might not know this, Finney, but I am a flawed person. Finney: I do know that.

Griffin: You need a hobby. Robin: I have a hobby! Griffin: Fawning over Finney isn’t a hobby.

Bruce: What are your three best qualities? Robin: I’m hot, I have soft hair, and sometimes I cry because I love my friends.

Griffin: Hey, you want a tarot reading? Bruce: Those are Pokemon cards. Griffin: You got a magikarp. Bruce: … Griffin: It means 'fuck you'.

Vance: shatters a window and climbs through it Vance: turns around and helps Finney through it Breaking and entering is wrong Finney. Finney: Okay.

Robin: I am convinced Griffin and Billy share a brain cell. Finney: And it's not in use very often, it seems.

Griffin: Did you bring Vance? Bruce, gesturing to Finney: No, but I brought the next best thing. Griffin: Finney? The next best thing would be Robin. Finney: I would be offended, but Robin is freakishly strong.

Vance: I fell— Bruce: From heaven? Vance: No, I literally fell— Bruce: In love with me the moment you saw me? Vance: MY ARM IS BROKEN! Bruce: Okay, but do you think I'm pretty? Be honest.

Robin: I told Vance that their ears turn red when they lie. Bruce: Do they? Robin: No. Bruce: Then why did you tell them that? Robin: Because I can do this. Robin: Hey Vance! Do you love us? Vance, with their hands over their ears: No.

Finney: I know what you're up to. Robin: Really? Because I barely know.

Finney: When I first got my autism diagnosis, my first thought was “woah… it’s canon” and I think that maybe thoughts like that is why Bruce made me get tested.

Billy, making coffee: This is going to fix everything.

Finney: It's locked. You got a lock pick? Bruce: Yeah- Robin: kicks in the door