Literature
Being A Ticklish Babysitter (MF**/M Reader)
You need the money. That’s all that goes through your mind as you walk up the neighbor's driveway. You need the money and this should be easy enough. You try to rationalize your trepidation away by objective observation. Like, it’s not like it’s anything bad. Admittedly, it is a little odd for a young man to answer the call for a babysitter, but the Scotts were family friends. Anthony was your father’s old college roommate and Brittany takes pilates with your mother. Or something like that. You don’t really recall how, but you know the couples know each other well. You remember going over to the Scott’s place much more when you were younger. You played in their pool, swung on their swings, and even got you first splinter climbing their tree. You look to the tree as you walk up their driveway, past their Lexus and Vet. You know that it’s grown since you were little, but it still looked so much bigger back then. You don’t know why you’re so nervous. It’s a modest job with a