Second person narrative.
You grew up in a not-so-nice home with your mother and Aunt Maria. Years after living on your own, aunt Maria dies, leaving you her property, and her fortune, in the will. Your mother had long since moves out, after marrying a rich old guy for his money. It's now your job the renew the dusty old house, and possibly repurpose the backyard, which is a wide expanse of fields, into a garden for your personal health, while juggling a job as a "maintenance" worker at Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex, while meeting two jesters that might just change your life.
WARNING:
THIS STORY CONTAINS
·Abuse
·Mentions, attempts and flashbacks of su1c1de
·0verd0se
·Smut
·Angst
·Cussing
·Eating disorders
Do not take these warnings lightly, it is a very "fuck around and find out" kind of thing, if you choose to ignore these warnings. Dead Dove trope kind of deal.
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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