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The Younger Kind Part 36 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley is finally happy, and he knows it's because of you. The way you want to try new things with him in bed makes him feel wild. And the way you love his son makes him feel calm. But when you read a piece of mail before he's ready for you to see it, your reaction has him feeling something new.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, smut, anal sex, butt plug, and age gap (18+)

Length: 4800 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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Bradley anxiously awaited for his appointment with Tracy to begin. He wasn't sure if it was a good sign or a bad sign that she asked him to stop by on his way home from work, but he was here now. And he had his checkbook with him.

"I owe you some money," he said when she finally called him back.

"Sure, but we have other things to talk about," she said, ushering him over to her conference table while she opened up a Red Bull.

His stomach lurched. "It is about Meredith? Is it bad?" He was finally starting to be able to enjoy every day he spent with you and Noah. He didn't have to worry about things constantly, because you were happy to help him with his son and his house. When he got home with Noah the other day, you were changing that lightbulb on the front porch that he'd been meaning to get to. And you kept trying to help him pay his mortgage.

"Yes, it's about Meredith. Just have a seat."

Bradley sat and looked at her expectantly. "Has she been released or something? Do I need to call my girl?"

"No, no," she said, waving him off as she took a sip. "She's been sentenced."

Now Bradley's heart was really pounding. Tracy had told him that Meredith would most likely get five to fifteen years for the fraud charges. Five would be devastating, simply because Noah would still be a minor when she was released. Fifteen would be ideal. Noah would be over eighteen and a legal adult. A fight for custody or money would be a moot point. And well, if Bradley had another child with you, that would have nothing legally to do with his ex at all.

"Please tell me this is good, Tracy. I just want to solidify my life right now exactly as it is. No more messing around with protective orders and broken windows. My kid is happy, and I am happy."

She smiled and said, "You're about to get even happier. Fifteen years."

Bradley was out of his seat with his fist in the air immediately. "Hell yes! Any chance at parole?" he asked.

"There's always a chance. We'll keep an eye on things."

She and he talked for a bit after that, and he felt his body ease back comfortably in the seat. Bradley wrote out a check and left it with Tracy, and then she handed him a folder full of information on adopting a stepchild in California. And a second folder with a preliminary copy of his updated will.

When he got home with his checkbook in his hand, he found you and Noah in the kitchen, and both of you were wearing more peanut butter than the carrots on the cutting board in front of you were. But you were laughing, and so was he, and the house smelled like dinner was cooking.

"I'm home," Bradley said from the kitchen doorway, and you spun in surprise.

"Hi, Daddy," you said as you rushed for him with your messy hands held out at your sides. "You're already done with Tracy?"

"Mmhmm," Bradley hummed, leaning down to kiss you as Noah brought him ants on a log. "Fifteen years," he murmured, and you leaned in for another kiss with a soft, pleased laugh.

"Really?"

"We can talk more later," he said, keeping one arm around your waist as he lifted Noah up and opened his mouth for the messy carrot stick. He kissed Noah while he chewed and then said, "Thanks, Bub. Did you have a good day?"

"Yeah. We did a puppet show," he said before squirming out of Bradley's arm to go make a bigger mess. And that left Bradley holding you and his checkbook.

"Casey asked me to say hi to you when I picked Noah up," you whispered with a little grin on your face as you reached for the checkbook. "I told her I would if my mouth wasn't otherwise engaged this evening."

Bradley snorted. "You didn't."

"I did," you confirmed, waving his checkbook in the air between two fingers before tossing it onto the counter. "Who are you writing checks to, old man? I already told you, everyone uses payment apps."

"Tracy," he said. "I'm pretty sure she's older than me."

"Nobody is older than you, Daddy," you whispered, and Bradley took your wrists and guided both of your hands to his mouth. He watched your lips part silently as he licked the healed scar on your palm before sucking your thumb into his mouth. You squeaked as he cleaned the peanut butter from each of your fingers individually as you stepped a little closer to him.

"Who you calling old?" he asked before kissing your palm and squeezing your hip. He made a show of switching to the other hand as you rubbed your core against the front of his pants. Your eyes rolled back as you moaned for him. "Shh," he scolded. "Behave."

But you were only wearing thin scrub pants, and Bradley didn't actually want you to behave. One glance at Noah proved that he was absorbed with emptying a large canister of raisins onto the counter, so Bradley finished with your hand and then palmed both of your butt cheeks at the same time. He squeezed, really enjoying the feel of you as he whispered, "Are you wearing it?"

"No," you gasped. "I just got home from work!"

Bradley shrugged. "You've been wearing it around the past few days. Here and there."

You glanced at Noah over your shoulder before you whispered, "It makes me horny. I can't wear it to work! I'll get fired!"

Bradley chuckled and then he tightened his grip on your ass and said, "Go put it in."

Your teeth immediately sank into your lip. "Now?"

"Yeah," he replied softly. "Like my good girl."

You scampered off to the bedroom, saying, "Take the casserole out of the oven," as you went.

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You knew to take your time with your silicone plug now. Use lots of lube and relax. As soon as you finished inserting it, you were practically moaning for Bradley to put his cock in your pussy. You were kind of addicted to the way it felt when he and the toy were both inside you at the same time. With a few deep breaths, you eased your underwear and your scrub pants back up your legs and made your way back to the kitchen.

Bradley and Noah were sitting at the table with the casserole dish, and when you met your boyfriend's eyes, he was grinning. "Well?" he asked, reaching for your hand.

"You know it, Daddy," you replied, and even though you weren't trying to, your voice took on a needy edge.

He grunted softly, his eyes half lidded now as he patted the chair next to him. Noah was already eating his dinner, and thankfully he didn't seem to notice the way Bradley was looking at you like you were for dessert. You eased yourself onto the seat and whimpered softly as Bradley leaned in and pressed the softest, sweetest kiss to your lips.

"I love you, Baby," he murmured before brushing your cheek with his nose. "I can't wait to take you to the lake house next weekend. We'll pack your little toy."

He started kissing along your neck, and you didn't think you'd make it through dinner at this rate. Your nipples were hard, and he was barely even touching you. Desperate for a distraction, you tried to reach for the casserole without rolling your hips too much.

"Daddy?" Noah asked. "Can we get a dog?"

"A dog?" Bradley asked, his attention shifting slightly from you to his son. "I already got you a Mommy, isn't that enough?" You snorted with laughter, but Noah was undeterred.

"I want a dog."

"Noah, if we get a dog, somehow it will end up being my responsibility. Maybe when you're older," Bradley said. But he was pouting, and he looked like he was going to cry.

"Daddy," you whined softly with a little grin. "I always wanted a dog, too."

Now Bradley was looking back and forth between you and Noah, before settling on you. "Are you really going to do this to me right now? You could probably get away with murder at the moment, Princess."

"Isn't that always the case?" you asked sweetly as you shifted a bit in your seat and served yourself some dinner.

Bradley groaned and held his forehead in his hand. "Can we talk about this later?" he begged, glancing at you between his fingers. But you were busy smiling at his son.

"We'll work on it, okay sweet Noah?" you whispered.

"Okay," Noah agreed softly before he started eating again.

But teasing Bradley about the dog definitely backfired on you later on the couch. Noah wanted to watch a Disney movie, so Bradley sat in the middle of the couch with your head resting on one thigh and Noah's on the other. The Princess and the Frog was playing, because Bradley insisted you deserved a princess movie. And everything was perfect. His hand was heavy on your side, stroking you through your clothing in the most delicious way.

When the movie was nearly finished, Bradley murmured, "Noah's asleep," as his hand skimmed along your hip. Then inch by inch, his fingers worked their way along your butt until he was cupping you with one big hand. Then you felt him prod you through your clothing, running one long finger across the base of your toy.

"Fuck," he grunted as he very gently pressed it further into you. Full. You were so full. After days of wearing it for an hour here and there, you thought maybe you were ready for more.

You looked up at Bradley over your shoulder and wiggled against his hand. The way he slowly shook his head and licked his lips made you feel like you were in control of this. But you supposed you always were. Then he eased his hand up to your lower back and teased at the waistband of your pants and underwear before dipping it inside.

Rough skin on yours had your eyes fluttering closed. "Look at me, Baby," he whispered, and you clenched for him. "Look at me while I touch you."

You did as you were told, but he subtly let you know you were still in charge. His brown eyes were sincere and open as he cupped your rear end, moving the plug incrementally. Pushing, pulling, tugging and teasing. When you whimpered, he pushed his fingers forward to your pussy.

"Daddy," you gasped as he pushed his rough fingers through your folds.

He spanked your pussy lightly until you were afraid you'd start getting loud. "Go get yourself in bed," he instructed. Then he withdrew his fingers and licked them clean. When you rolled onto your belly, your cheek and hand rubbed against his cock in his pants. "I'll come take care of you in a minute."

"Yes, Daddy." You kissed Noah's cheek and then leaned down to taste yourself on Bradley's lips. Then you ran into the bedroom and tossed all of your clothing into the hamper, replacing all of it with a new matching bra and thong you paid for with his credit card. "Damn it," you whined. The toy was making you squirm for release, and you were half tempted to touch yourself. You were nervous, but only slightly, because you knew Bradley would do whatever you told him to. So you grabbed the lube from your drawer and settled onto your beautiful, new bed.

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Shit. You were already touching yourself when Bradley walked into the bedroom. Black lingerie, your purple plug peeking out, and you on your back with your fingers in your pussy. "Jesus Christ," he groaned, ripping his shirt off and tossing it on the floor. You looked so young and innocent, even with your ass full of that toy. Bradley couldn't believe the words he was about to speak out loud. "Will you let me fuck you in the ass?"

Wide eyed and writhing around on your back on the bed, you nodded at him. "Yes." He was determined to do this just right. He never wanted to hurt you. He always wanted you to feel good when you were with him. Carefully he removed his jeans and joined you on the bed with his cock hard in his briefs.

"You've been teasing me with that toy all night," he whispered, pressing a feather light kiss to your lips and pulling away so you'd chase him for more. "Time to see if you can handle something a little bigger."

You whined for him as he kissed down your body. "You're a lot bigger," you gasped when he nibbled on you through your bra. "You'll go slow?"

Bradley hummed against your skin, stretching up to kiss your neck. "I'll do whatever you want. Anything you want. And if you tell me to stop, I'll stop."

"Okay," you whispered. "Just go slow."

He could hear the slight edge of apprehension in your voice, so he took your face in his hand and kissed your cheek. He wanted to be sure this was a good type of nervous, not a bad one. "You are under no obligation to do this, Princess. You already give me more than enough."

"I know," you replied, meeting his lips with yours.

But he pulled back and forced you to look him in the eye. "Tell me one more time that this is what you want. And tell me that you trust me."

You nibbled on your lip before you said, "I always trust you. And I want to try this. Now make me feel good."

Bradley was grinning as he slipped his hand down your belly and tucked it inside your black underwear. The swirl of his fingers on your clit had you gasping, and soon he pulled your underwear off. You were already wet when he put his mouth on you, and then Bradley thought about edging you to make you squirt for him. But your fingers were rough in his hair, and he knew he would be too far gone to be as gentle as possible if he did that. So he took his time, burying his nose and mouth in your sweet pussy, and licking you everywhere until you came for him. Then he licked all around that plug and admired the tight pucker of your hole wrapped around it.

"Fuck," he gasped, placing a kiss to your inner thigh. He was going to find out just how tight you were. As you rode the little jolts of pleasure still going through your body, Bradley carefully wrapped his arms around your back and got you onto all fours. "Try it like this?" he asked, caging your body in beneath his.

Your words were a little incoherent as you bucked back against him, and he could feel the base of your toy against his cock through his underwear. Oh hell, he needed to pull himself together. He needed something familiar to calm himself down. Bradley unclasped your bra and pressed his chest to your back, watching the strap slide down your arm. Your hips were rocking back, and he moved in unison with you, planting his left hand on the bed and rubbing your tits with his right.

He kissed along your spine and moaned, "You'll put me in an early grave, I swear it." Your soft giggle had him dragging his lips along your shoulder until he was kissing your neck. "I love you, Baby."

"I love you too, Daddy," you whispered, and it was the sweetest thing. So Bradley stood on his knees behind you, admiring the way you and that toy looked as he spread your legs wide. When he slid his underwear down, his cock bounced up to tap you, nudging the plug and making you groan. He didn't know how this was going to work as he pumped his hand along his girth before slipping himself into your pussy. And that was the familiar thing he needed, clearing his mind as you whined, "I feel so full. My toy and my Daddy."

Bradley smirked and rubbed himself against the base as held your hips. "Just wait," he warned playfully. The pretty curve of your back had him running his hand up and everywhere along your silky skin. Your hair smelled like wildflowers when he kissed your back. And then you were begging him to do it.

He reached for the lube and drizzled it all over you before coating his cock liberally. Then he fucked your pussy with steady strokes as he carefully eased the toy out of you as you gasped. Your perfect hole gripped along the plug, and Bradley had to count to ten to calm himself down. "Baby," he groaned, tossing the toy aside. "You ready?"

"Yes."

His cock was shiny and slick, resting on his palm, and then he was pressing himself to your asshole, convinced you were going to tell him to stop. You were so tight, he had to bite down on his lip as he pushed. And then you were whining, "More. More," as you squeezed the tip of him so much, he was afraid he'd black out.

"Princess," he growled, head tipped back as he pushed slowly. So slowly. He was dizzy from it, the slow pace driving him to the edge. "So tight. Holy hell." And then you turned to look at him over your shoulder. Your eyes were glazed over with need, and your lips were parted softly.

"Feels good," you gasped, and he reached out to run his thumb along your lip. You kissed him. You were perfect. He pushed himself a little deeper, and you kissed his thumb again. He looked down to see himself buried inside you as you licked his thumb.

"God damn it," he cursed, and you squeezed him a little tighter. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He dipped his thumb into your mouth and whispered, "I can't last like this. Too fucking good. So tight." He was shaking his head, but you were nodding and swirling your tongue along his thumb. He withdrew an inch and thrust, and you started keening.

If Bradley managed even ten strokes inside your ass, it was a miracle. He went slowly, but it was too much. And you were loud, spurring him on with his thumb tucked between your lips and pressed to your tongue.

Every time you tightened around him, he knew he was going to cum. He was just biding his time for a few more seconds, and then it was too much. He tried to keep his movements steady and fluid as he came inside you, but they were a little jerky. He was grunting your name over and over, trying to get himself under control. "Are you okay?" he asked, voice rough as he slipped his thumb out of your mouth.

"Mmm, yes," you moaned. "It only hurt a little, and then it felt good."

Bradley brought both hands to your hips and stroked you as he started to gently withdraw from your body. And then his jaw went slack as you were puckered around his tip. It was going to look so pretty, he just knew it.

"Baby," he whined when he pulled himself free. His white cum was at your opening, and he watched that first droplet as it slid down to your pussy and dripped onto the bed. You were oozing with his finish, and he was transfixed.

You said his name and made to roll over, but Bradley kept you still with his big hands on your thighs. "Shh," he coaxed as another long drop fell to the bed. And then he licked you clean as you mewled and whimpered. He lapped up every bit of his cum as it leaked out of you, and he cleaned up your pussy as well.

"Bradley," you whispered as he gently rolled you to your back. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he settled on top of you, careful to keep his full body weight from hurting you. The fucked out, exhausted expression on your face made him smile.

"You did so good, Baby."

"I know," you agreed. "I liked it."

His lips were ghosting over yours as he asked, "Do you need anything? Want me to get a shower ready for us?"

"In a couple minutes," you replied easily. And then Bradley rolled you both to your sides and snuggled you against him with one big hand on your ass.

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You were just trying to get through your day at work on Thursday. You just needed to make it to Friday morning when the three of you would be driving up to the lake house to meet Mav, Penny and Amelia. But two of your coworkers were out sick, and you had to pick up all the slack. You even had to text Bradley and let him know you wouldn't be able to pick Noah up or start dinner.

Bradley Daddy Bradshaw: Take your time. I'll make sandwiches for dinner. See you at home.

Once you had all of the exam rooms cleaned and disinfected, Dr. Kelly found you and said, "Go home. Enjoy your long weekend with your family. That little Noah is the cutest thing."

You laughed and nodded. "Oh, he knows he's adorable. It's getting to be a problem. See you next week."

Then you made your way to your car and thought about how you and Noah were most definitely going to wear Bradley down, and soon enough you'd have a dog at home. You'd even been working on a shortlist of names for when that fateful day arrived. You picked up a few pet themed coloring books on your lunch break, and when you pulled into the driveway, you took the bag from the front seat.

The mail truck was just pulling up to your house; he must have been having a late day, too. You walked to the curb to meet him, and he handed everything to you with a wave. As you walked up to the porch, you picked your envelopes out of the stack and left Bradley's separate. Great, your student loan statement was here. You couldn't wait to see how your last payment barely put a dent in things.

"Hi," you called out as you walked through the living room. "Sorry, I'm so late." But when you looked into the kitchen, Bradley was still in his uniform, calmly making a turkey and cheese sandwich and cutting it into little triangles while Noah colored.

"Nothing to be sorry about," Bradley rasped, and you kissed his shoulder through his shirt. "I'll make your sandwich next." But you'd already moved on to Noah, smothering him in kisses while he laughed.

"Check out this dog themed coloring book," you said loudly, earning a glare from Bradley as you set it down in front of Noah. "Isn't this little brown puppy on the cover just adorable?"

"I want a dog," Noah whined as he opened the cover and got to work. You were betting you'd have a dog by next month.

"Relentless," Bradley groaned, and you wrapped your arms around him from behind. "Did you have a good day?" he asked. "Ready for the lake?"

"Yes. And definitely." He tried to hand you a sandwich on a plate, but you said, "Let me go through my mail first before I forget. I want to make sure I log in and make my student loan payment tonight before we leave in the morning." You took the sandwich from him and noticed that he looked a little timid now. "What's wrong?"

"Well. Nothing's wrong," he said quietly as you bit into the sandwich and then set it down again to open up your envelope. But he had you distracted, and you realized too late that you had opened a piece of his mail from Tracy by mistake. You skimmed along the page and you gasped as tears welled up in your eyes.

I, Bradley Bradshaw, a legal adult of sound mind and competency, do hereby declare this to be my last will and testament (hereinafter, “Last Will & Testament”) and do hereby revoke any and all wills and codicils heretofore made jointly or severally by me.

In the event I shall die as the sole parent of minor child(ren), then I appoint as guardian over minor child(ren)

You stopped when you read your name and dropped the papers to the floor as you burst into tears. "Bradley," you gasped, and he looked up from where he was putting mayonnaise on a slice of bread. You bent to pick up the papers, but you were so emotional, you could barely see, so you just sat on the floor next to them and looked up at him.

"What's wrong?" he asked, kneeling down and cupping your face in his hands. "Princess, tell me what's wrong."

You swiped at your tears with your hands and whispered, "You trust me that much?"

"What are you talking about, Baby?" he asked, and then he reached for one of the papers on the floor. "Your student loans?"

He was about to realize what you had read, so you quickly said, "I didn't mean to open it, I tore into the wrong envelope. I thought it was my student-"

Bradley silenced your sentence with a kiss as you sobbed. When he released your lips, you could still feel his nose on your cheek as you tried to get your breathing under control. "Yes. I trust you that much. If something happens to me, I know you'll take care of Noah."

You threw your arms around his neck and pushed him back onto his butt and climbed into his lap. "I would. I really would."

He held you close and softly said, "I was planning on telling you this weekend. The paperwork isn't finalized yet, but I can call Tracy's office and have it completed at any time."

You kissed him and said, "Call first thing tomorrow morning."

"Okay. I'll call first thing tomorrow morning." He was smiling as you let your forehead rest against his.

"Why are you on the floor?" Noah asked, leaning over the table to look at you both.

Bradley scooped you up as he stood and set you down on your feet, but you kept your arms around him. "Mommy was just being silly, Bub. How about you put the crayons down and eat your sandwich." Then he kissed your hair and said, "You better eat your sandwich, too."

You took your plate and the mail to the table and sat down across from Noah. You watched him sip his milk through a straw cup and then eat all of the cheese out of the sandwich first. He was perfect. And you'd never have to be without him. Bradley trusted you with his child more than anyone else. And you knew he wanted to have another one.

As he sat down next to you with his own sandwich and a beer, you opened your student loan envelope and started to read. But you could feel his eyes on you as he sipped his Heineken.

"You okay, Daddy?" you asked softly, wiping at at stray tear.

"Just read your mail," he replied. When you looked back down at the paper in your hands, you saw that instead of nearly ten thousand dollars, your balance due for nursing school was zero.

"What did you do?" you gasped, looking him in the eye.

He just shrugged and bit into his own sandwich, smiling as he chewed. "Paid off your loans. Your interest rate was so high, you'd still be paying on them by the time you're my age. Which is dumb when I have the money to take care of it now."

"Bradley!" Your eyes were welling with tears again as you said, "You didn't have to do that!"

His voice was stern as you crawled into his lap again. "I trust you with Noah, one hundred percent. The money doesn't matter as much as that."

You let your head rest on his shoulder as you straddled his thigh, and his big hand was rubbing your back. "You still didn't have to," you whispered. "But thank you. And now I can help you with your mortgage and bills instead."

"You just save your money, and we'll figure it out later."

But you already knew you'd talk him into letting you pay for something. And the rest could go into a savings account for school for Noah. And anything leftover could be used to plan for the exciting future you were going to experience with the two of them.

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Daddy keeps on winning now. And Princess doesn't have to worry about the things that shouldn't matter. Next up, the lake house. Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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normal-internet-user · 1 year

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You're the best writer i have found on this platform, you're literally Soo wholesome and friendly, i love you SOOO much 😻

I have a request for bayberse turtles, I saw your fic about the turtles lil sis having a boyfriend.

Soo let's make it angsty:

Reader comes back from a date, the boys noticed the reader covering their face and having an odd behavior.

When they talk to them, they discover the reader found her boyfriend cheating on her, the reader got angry and frustrated at them so, her and her boyfriend got into a verbal fight, that's when the boyfriend loses it and punched the reader on the face leaving her with a black eye.

After the reader's finish, she can't stop crying.

I can see fire in the boys eyes after this

If you feel uncomfortable with this you can ignore it.

Remember that we ALL love you and you're the best 💕🤗

ANON I AM CRYING- YOU'RE SO NICE LIKE 😭😭 YOU THINK I'M THE BEST? REALLY? ANONNNNN- 💕💖💕💖💕❤

BAYVERSE BOYS, AND READERS TOXIC EX

So uh, trigger warning, themes of physical abuse, cheating, angst/comfort.

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You walked into the Lair slowly,

God you hope your brothers were sleeping.

Or at least out on patrol.

Then you'd have sone time to cover this bruise.

Your face was soaked with tears as you speed walked to your room,

You cringed when Leo called out to you.

"What, no hug for big brother?" he teased,

You did your best to even out your voice as you faced away from him, "No, uh, not tonight. I don't feel good, don't want you to catch it."

Leo chuckled, walking up to you, "(Name), you know we don't get sick as easily as you."

He put a hand on your shoulder, and you flinched away.

Leo quickly pulled away, and his eyes widened with worry.

"(Name)? Are you ok? What's wrong?"

You sniffled, you couldn't help the tears flowing faster down your face as your hand covered the growing bruise on your face.

"Nothing. I'm f-"

Leo grabbed your shoulders, then spun you around to face him.

He searched your face, then spotted you covering your cheek.

"Show me." he whispered.

You shook your head rapidly, trying to pull away from Leo.

It felt like you physically couldn't speak, you felt so ashamed.

Leo huffed, then grabbed your other wrist and pulled you into the dojo.

There sat your other three brothers and you felt your breathing pick up.

They looked cheerfully up at you until they saw your tear stained face and Leo's worried expression.

"What happened?" Raph asked, standing quickly.

"I dunno, she won't tell me."

Mikey walked up to you, and gently grabbed the hand you used to cover your bruise,

He moved the hand from you face and you felt your tears pick up as your brothers reacted exactly how you expected they would.

Donnie cupped your face, examining the bruise as he fretted over your safety,

Mikey looked on the verge of tears simply at the thought of you getting hurt,

Leo still gripped your hand, and he squeezed it gently,

Raph crossed his arms, his face was stoic and angry.

The only emotion you registered from yourself was shame.

"What happened?" Raph repeated.

You choked back a sob as you spoke, "H-he cheated on me." you said, looking down at your feet, "I- we got into an argument, t-then-" you sobbed, "He hi-hit me. He hit me."

Raph pulled you in for a hug, and you sobbed into his plastron.

The boys shared a look, then nodded.

Raph pulled away, and smiled comfortingly, "Listen, Smalls, how about you hang out with Dad for a little, ok?"

"Where are you guys g-going." you asked, still sniffling.

Mikey patted your head, "Don't worry about it. We're just gonna go pick up afew things, ok?"

"Ok." You muttered, and you followed your brothers into Sensei's room, Donnie went in first, no doubt to explain what was going on.

You sat next to your dad, leaning into his side as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

"Would you like some tea my dear?" he asked gently.

You nodded, and the two of you stood to go to the kitchen.

Your brothers however,

Were on their way to kick your ex's ass.

Not that you needed to know.

No, it's better that you don't.

So when they return to the Lair with gallons of ice cream, and a very worried April,

They don't tell you a thing.

You all pile into the living room, and watch all your favorite movies, eating outrageous amounts of ice cream.

You fell asleep rather quickly, exhaustion was a pretty powerful thing.

But you fell asleep knowing just how much your family cared.

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Dude while I was writing this all I could think about is Moral Of The Story by Ashe

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6lostgirl6 · 1 year

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Can you do a request for me with Hannibal x Fem Reader where she starts seeing him as a patient and you reveal to him that you have kinda gray morals when it comes to murder and stuff like that and over the course of about 6 months or so you two start falling for each other but he tries to keep it professional until he can’t anymore and fires you as a patient which upsets you until he tells you why he did it (which was so he could date you)

Unexpected Romance

Pairing: Hannibal Lecter x Fem!Reader

TW: slight meltdown, hints of murderous thoughts, dependence, slight angst, arguing, fighting, happy ending

You sighed, walking out of the building that once held your third psychiatrist of the month, clutching onto the white paper labeled 'referral.' It felt like a slap in the face, sitting in a comfortable office chair and spilling your deepest secrets to someone you barely knew, only for them to refer you to someone else.

'I don't know how else to help you.'

They would question you, offering you a false sense of security, yet when their prescribed medications and deeply-rooted questions did nothing, they simply lost hope in rekindling your sense of morality.

You were...beyond saving...

You slammed your car door shut, flinging the piece of paper onto your passenger seat where it lay abandoned, seemingly mocking you that it would add to your collection of your previous referrals, prescriptions, and office information. You sniffled, staring at the leather of your steering wheel. The next second, you were screaming, crying, and slamming your fist against the steering wheel as if it insulted you.

"Fuck!" You yelled, clutching your sore knuckles, staring at the bruises that were already starting to form from the force of your rage. "Fuck..."

You sniffled, staring into your rearview mirror, hastily wiping away the tears that were streaming down your face, eyes bloodshot and nose threatening to plug up from your excessive crying. You tried calming down, taking a few deep breaths to calm yourself down. Your first psychiatrist taught you about breathing exercises.

Yet, those techniques didn't stop you from the plague that invades your subconscious. The images of your family murdered, blood staining every crevice...

You shook your head before glancing over at the piece of paper, sighing to yourself as you reached over, picking it up. The name of your new therapist stared back at you, promising you of more false promises and hurt.

Dr. Lecter.

A few weeks later, you were sitting in the waiting room waiting for your first session. Well, first session with your new therapist. You were picking your nails as you watched the clock, dreading the unavoidable. The minutes were ticking by, seemingly mocking you of your adversity.

You were anxious all morning, pacing in your room, dressed and prepared only a few hours ahead of schedule. The drive was hellish, thoughts of canceling the appointment, suffering a fee and turning back haunted you. Now, you were in the waiting room with a racing heart, the pattering of the raindrops outside distracting you.

'I am beyond help...'

"Miss (L/N)?" A deep-toned voice asked.

Your head snapped, mind clearing as you faced the person that had called your name. Standing by the door, keeping it open with a charming yet polite smile upon his face, was your new and fourth psychiatrist.

Dr. Lecter

"Sorry, yeah, that's me." You said, standing from your seat but keeping your distance, you simply didn't want to barge into his office. You gave him a small smile, still feeling uncomfortable with the beginning of your session. "It's very nice to meet you, Dr. Lecter."

"Likewise." He replied, stepping to the side with the door still opened for you. "Shall we begin with our session for today?"

"Of course." You walked past him, nodding in thanks before stepping into his office, maintaining from letting out a gasp of surprise over the vastness of his office. If you hadn't known this was his office, you would have guessed it was. The room screamed elegance and filled with decor one would see in an art museum.

"You have a lovely office." You complimented, looking around the room as Dr. Lecter closed the door and walked over to his desk, picking up some papers.

"Thank you, I quite enjoy displaying decorum through interior decorating." He replied, almost in a teasing way. "I apologize that you've been waiting a few weeks before we could start. Your psychiatrist had to send your information over from previous sessions."

"I wish it were longer, actually." You stated halfheartedly, finally taking a seat when he gestured silently towards one of his many available chairs nearby, nodding in thanks.

"Not very fond of sessions are you, miss (L/N)?" He asked, glancing your way as he shuffled through some of your paperwork, most likely your old medications and lack of diagnoses.

"I'm not particularly fond of wasting my time talking about my issues until the person trying to help me figures out I'm just incurable." You refused to return his gaze, fiddling with your nails. "They can't figure out what's wrong with me."

"There is no such thing as being incurable, there's only being overlooked."

"How do you figure?" You asked in confusion, looking up to watch him place down the papers and take a seat across from you. You didn't like the way he refused to look away from you, it made you...fuzzy.

"I believe your experience with your previous psychiatrists are, in better terms, unfit to handle someone like you." He paused for a moment, "You need someone that is able to understand you, discover your innermost self and I'm simply a better fit."

You felt your cheeks warm slightly, glancing away and unable to understand that fuzzy feeling you were feeling in your chest. "You make it seem so undemanding." You only glanced back when he called your name.

"You, my dear, are not incurable."

You were speechless, you didn't know what else to say. Something that would make him deter him away, but nothing could cross your mind before he continued.

"You are not beyond saving."

You stared at him for a while, the words sinking into your mind and chasing away some of the doubt that has haunted you for a majority of your life. You decided, against your judgement and the aching of your heart at the risk of more pain, you would give him a chance.

You nodded, which prompted him to give you a polite smile.

Time to restart the process.

At first, it was morbid curiosity.

When Hannibal was notified that he was being referred to a fellow colleague's previous patient, he was curious, very curious. He wanted to know the reason a respected psychiatrist, with an incredible track record, couldn't help a patient for once.

Therefore, he decided he would see the person behind his fellow colleague practically being close to ripping their hair out in stress. However, he was genuinely surprised when he opened his office door and saw you sitting in the waiting room. Your timid form playing with your nails with your gaze laser-focused on the clock that you didn't even react when he stood in your presence. Yet, you were oddly polite and if Hannibal didn't read your paperwork, he would have assumed you were an ordinary girl with her own issues.

However, you were...different.

He couldn't place his finger on what it was, but you weren't like anyone else he had seen step into his office. Your profile made it seem like you were a delinquent waiting to happen. However, you were polite, respectful, and had a deep passion for the arts similar to himself. He's never met an individual who shared a multitude of common interests with him. Perhaps, he underestimated you. He certainly wasn't prepared by how pretty you were and how close you two would become and he wouldn't forget your first session. When he had the opportunity to dig deep within your center and rip out your deepest secrets about yourself, in his own space.

Your gaze was focused on the window, watching the water droplets from the rain slide down the glass, the sleeves of your sweater hiding your delicate fingers. Those slim fingers that he couldn't stop staring at. You seemed so helpless, desperate for validation for the things you were going through, and he wanted to know the root of the problem.

Perhaps then, his curiosity would dissipate and he would have an easier time letting someone like you go.

"You must tell me what you're feeling if I am to help you, Miss (L/N)." He spoke softly, crossing his fingers and catching your gaze as you turned away from the window to return your attention with him.

“I feel…” You muttered with a pause, before turning your attention to the man across from you, “like I’m a danger to myself and others because of the things I think about.”

“And what do you feel?” He asked, voice subconsciously matching your own.

“I think about hurting people, people that I used to care about. Seeing their faces twist in pain as their life drains from their eyes.”

“How does it make you feel? Those thoughts that haunt you, you mentioned that they plague you. Is it because you’re ashamed of them?” He mentally cursed himself, allowing his growing curiosity and obsession to take hold in order to discover you.

“They do haunt me but…it’s not because I’m ashamed of them.” You avoided the intensity of his stare, staring at the loose fabric of your sweater. “I’m ashamed of them because I like the thoughts.”

He swore he felt his heart skip a beat.

It has been six months since you've become his patient and Hannibal was plagued with conflicted feelings. Over the course of six months, Hannibal began to notice the ever growing affection he held for you. The soft moments between you during the break between sessions where you both would discuss your various common interests of art, music, and food.

He never thought he would find an individual so interesting, articulate, and extremely beautiful. He could still remember your lovely smile when he presented you with one of your favorite books he happened to have in his many collections of literature. He knew that he had fallen in love with you. Something he never quite expected to happen in his entire lifetime.

However, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. Not when he was still continuing to be your psychiatrist.

A few days after your last session, he turned in his referral for your new psychiatrist and he prayed that you would allow him to reason with you when you find out what he has done in order to be with you properly. From your previous sessions, he knew of the abandonment you’ve feared, however, he didn’t want you feeling like he gave up on you.

He was sitting at his desk, checking his watch as he waited for your arrival. His mind was repeatedly going through the possibilities of your reaction. Your consistent timing insisted that you would arrive any minute. He decided with a heavy sigh, that he would check the waiting room and hoped that you would accept his feelings.

You smiled to yourself, sitting in your usual spot in the corner of the waiting room. You arrived a few minutes early, yet it allowed you to have some time for yourself before you continued your session with Dr. Lecter.

Despite the happiness you felt, you still felt a little nervous. For the past few weeks, you have realized something about yourself that you didn’t think would possibly ever happen. The fuzzy feeling that continued to tickle your mind all those months was the blossoming feeling of love.

It left you scared, scared of the possibility of what it could do to affect the professional relationship between doctor and patient. The possibility of Dr. Lecter discovering your feelings and refusing to continue helping you. All due to the disgust of having someone like you fall for someone like him. It left you feeling defeated already, yet you will allow yourself to continue to be around him. To be around him and never letting your feelings show.

The sound of the door opening made you stand, giving Dr. Lecter a smile which he gladly returned with a soft greeting. However, something in his face made you hesitate in replying. He seemed to have something bothering him and your heart skipped a beat.

This couldn’t be what you think it is…

Pushing the thought from your mind, you quickly returned the greeting.

“Afternoon, Dr. Lecter.” You said, stepping forward when he moved to the side to allow you to walk past him and into his office. “Something troubling you?”

The suit-clad man quietly closed the door, walking past you to stand near his desk, he leaned against the wood, hands perched on the surface. “We have something to discuss.” He finally said, gesturing to the recliner.

“I think I can manage just fine standing.” You retorted, voice full of ice as your eyes hardened slightly. Your body tensed as you continued standing your ground, crossing your arms. “What’s the issue?” you asked, desperately trying to keep the hurt from your voice.

“Please, allow me to explain myself, I do not wish for you to assume-”

“I think I’m assuming correctly, right? Just go ahead and tell me what you’re thinking.”

He sighed, glancing away, presumably gathering his thoughts.

“I believe it is best if I am no longer your psychiatrist-”

Crash.

Hannibal ducked when something was sent flying towards his head, resulting in a loud crash as the object practically combusted against the wall. In instinct, he was quick to cover his face with his forearm, protecting himself from getting hit directly. He was shocked for a moment, processing what occurred before hearing you rush towards him.

“How could you?!” You yelled, trying to hit him with raised fists, becoming more annoyed when your old physiatrist kept blocking your feasible attacks. “You said you wouldn’t give up on me! You fucking liar!”

“I’ve never lied to you! Let me explain!” You couldn’t bother to see his reaction, his face expressing a mix of emotions of shock and desire. He never witnessed you become so angry before, especially at him. He found his fascination for you grew even more. “You’re only making things worse.”

“I don’t care, asshole!” You screamed, pushing him which didn’t even move him an inch as he stared down at you, gripping your forearms as you started crying. “Why are you getting rid of me!”

“You stupid girl!” Suddenly, you were pinned against the wall, gasping in shock at the warmth of Hannibal’s chest pressed against your own, your wrists pinned on each side of your head. “I only did it to be closer to you!”

“What…?” You were breathless, staring into his eyes that were full of darkness and something else you couldn’t recognize. His warm breath hitting the side of your face from his close proximity. “Then, why would you?”

Instead of answering, Hannibal simply leaned down and kissed you, warm lips pressed against your own, which quickly turned passionate. Eagerly, you returned the kiss, pressing closer to him as Hannibal let go of one of your wrists to grip the back of your head, fingers tangling into your hair.

After a few minutes that seemed like an eternity, he slowly pulled away, gazing down at you while you tried catching your breath.

“I’m in love with you, (Y/N).” He stated, fingers pulling away from your hair to instead delicately graze the soft skin of your cheek. “I cannot court you properly if I remain your psychiatrist.”

“Dr. Lecter, I-” Your eyes watered, ashamed of your previous behavior.

“Hannibal, darling.” He muttered softly, stroking your cheek as he pressed his forehead against your own. “I accept you as you are and I want you to be mine, always. Will you consider that?”

You smiled softly, sniffling as you nodded, resulting in Hannibal pulling you into a tight embrace which you gladly returned. “You already have me.” You replied.

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echantedtoon · 5 months

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Charlastor Week Day 2

Day 2 (3-2): Human Au

*My own Au which is different from other's. SO- Human Au where Charlie is (the human) a singer in the 1990's fighting for her dreams of becoming a professional singer and fights for equal treatment in her workplace despite her parents' own believes, and AL(the demon) takes a liking to her.*

The long night had finally come to a close for the dancer as she casually made her way back to her dressing room. It had been quite tiring dealing with all of tonight's drunken idiots and their advances thrown at her. But.......she could at least relax now that all her 'fans' were left behind. Or so she thought. She was almost to her room when a small feeling in her gut got her attention. She stopped before looking back........No one but the other staff members were there and they were doing other things. She shrugged it off, but the feeling never went away. She eventually got to said dressing room and on contact, flung open the door and slammed it behind her. She sighed and leaned against the door. She stayed like that for a moment before kicking off her shoes and pushing herself off the doorway. Her body was stiff and sore from all that dancing and singing she had done. What she needed was a good drink. Walking across the room, she stopped in front of a small cabinet. Opening it, she looked at all the selections available......before picking one from the very back. She failed to notice the red eyes in the mirror behind her.

Sitting back up, she carefully placed a wine glass and the bottle on top of the cabinet.

"Gin. Nice choice."

She yelped and whirled around. In the process, knocking over the glass and bottle. A crash was heard followed by shattered glass and spilt wine. On instinct, she leaped back from the mess and looked at it.....before looking at the direction were the voice came from. And froze.In the shadows, leaning against her vanity, was a tall figure staring back at her. He was much taller than her and wore what looked like a red suit. His red eyes stared back at her like a wild cat sizing up it's prey. She couldn't tell which was more creepy......That smile or his eyes.

"Who are you?"

he smiled wider (if that was even possible) and leaned into the light. She got a better glimpse at him. "How rude of me. Allow me to introduce myself." He walked with a slight sashay until he stood directly in front of her. He gave a slight bow before extending a hand. "My name is Alastor and you are Ms. Charlotte I presume."

"Y-Yes. What are you doing in my dressing room? I specifically said I don't do meet ups. Of any kind."

He stared at her. "I've been watching a few of your shows and I must say......your voice is very radio worthy.~"

She stared up at him completely confused. "........Well, thank you, Sir. B-B-But Im afraid flattery will get you no where here."

"Mmm. A tough personality. Admirable."

She crossed her arms and gave him a frown. "Look. If you're here to just butter me up-" She pointed at the door. "-then please just get out. I have nothing to give you and you have nothing to gain from me."

He paused......before chuckling? She now stared completely bewildered at this possibly crazy man. This was starting to get too weird for her liking.

"I assure you, I want nothing you have. Nor am I here to dote flattery upon you."

"...Then what ARE you here for? Last time I checked, it wasn't very gentleman like to sneak into a lady's dressing room."

Without warning, he suddenly leaned down eye level causing her to back. His wild expression causing more uneasiness. "I simply wished to give you something."

It was hard to gulp down the lump in her throat before saying, ''W-What?"

A sudden sweet smell hit her before something red was pressed into her hand. Blinking, she looked down at the object in her hand.".......A rose?"

"Take it as a token of my admiration~ Do enjoy the fine gin you left out."

"But it was-" She turned around, but froze at the site before her.

The glass and wine bottle was still there.....only.....They weren't broken. No glass on the ground. No wine spilt....It was just.....Like it never happened.

"-Broken......How did you-?"

She froze again when she was met with an empty room. She looked around for any possible way he could've left, but found none. She stared a little longer before looking at the fixed glass, then at the flower in her hand. The only possible things that proved he was even there.

"......I think...I need that drink now."

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laguezze · 2 years

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Since my first PAC was quite a success I'm here for more!

PAC Reading: Random messages from your soulmate

I'm doing this thinking of a romantic soulmate, the one and only definitive one. You know who lol.

W A R N I N G ⚠️

It's honest, it's blunt, it's me 💅

Cussing

Also, might get a bit non PG. I'm gonna try keep it PG 16+ so if you're under that age pls leave and focus on school and your dreams because that's what's important right now. Don't rush love, sweetie. It will come to you when it's meant to come to you.

Are we ready? Stacy gworls, it's going 👇

(if you get that reference you're an MVP)

Let's go!

Pile 1

Pile 2

Pile 3

PILE 1

Hey girl (that's what I channeled, don't come at me). What you doin' (imitating that one F.R.I.E.N.D.S character i don't remember the name of)

Let's listen to Bruno Mars together and dance under the moonlight on our living room.

I guess there isn't much moonlight on our living room, though.

Oh well, whatever. You get what I mean.

Listen, our life may be simple but we're not. We're complicated. You more than me, though, I'm a little dumb sometimes.

Can we get a dog? A big intimidating one, not a Chihuahua pls you know i can't stand those little freaks. They freak me out, i don't get the hype around them.

I wanna grow old with you, but stay young at the same time. I am afraid of stopping with age. I wanna do things with you forever, I want nothing to stop me. Lol that has connotations if you know what i mean *wink wink*

Anyways, babe. I love everything about you. Even when you're a grumpy h*e and cuss me out for not throwing expired cheese away.

I still believe cheese doesn't expire but i throw it away for you. Because i love you and i respect you and your weird ass stomach that can't handle expired cheese that's not actually expires because cheese overall does not expire ever.

AnywAYS i will stop trying to pick a fight over cheese.

I love you. 3000, 3001, 3002, 3003...

Ok I'll stop

I'll see you soon when i get home.

Your one and only local dumbass.

I love your person skdjdjdjjd they are hilarious I'm ded.

PILE 2

Wassup, bestie. One word: YoLo

(what is wrong with your person, they seem to like teasing you with weird slang skdjdjjd love that)

Moving on, can we like... Talk? You've been so distant lately and it hurts me to realize how far away we are from each other both psychically and mentally.

I don't get why we can't just love each other, it's so unfair.

I love you too much to handle, and I will be there every step of the way. I don't care if you're not successful right now, you will be soon and I'll be there with a sign that says: YOU DID IT! screaming your name.

You are my best friend and my lover simultaneously but you also are my family.

I simply can't live without you.

Please don't give up on me, or your dreams, or anything. Just do not give up.

I love you, ok?

Thanks for being in my life.

Random but i got: spicy tamale, spicy chicken, chicken tenders, 22, LGBTQ community, church

PILE 3

Hey love,

I don't have much to say, you know who i am. Even if you don't know me yet, i am there in your subconscious, letting you know that i exist, letting you know that i acknowledge your existence and can't bare this time in separation.

But worry not, as our souls will find each other. Maybe not soon, but trust that they will. We are meant to be together, always and forever.

You say i remind you of your childhood crush, you say I'm like Edward Cullen and i act like i hate it but i don't. The fact that i resemble something you love so dearly makes me feel important, as if I've been there with you forever.

Plus, vampires are sexy creatures.

I'm glad we don't know each other yet here in the real world. I cannot believe what a mess i am right now. But I'll straighten up for you, dear. I always do.

Stop overthinking and worrying. You'll do great at that function. You always do great and it pains me to see you so nervous. I'll be there in spirit sending you flowers and love. Always with you, no matter what.

I love you, sweetheart. You and your small, little hands.

DANG Y'ALL, WE GETTIN THAT BELLA SWAN ERA WITH THIS PERSON. (I picked this one)

THE END

Hope it resonated!!

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t-h-i-n-g · 2 years

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max or el w 32 please?

a/n: Ello, I picked El for this just so I could add Hopper LMAO. I hope you like it

word count: 700+

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32. "Is that my shirt?"

"No touching," he grumbled.

"No touching," you repeated, nodding your head.

"I want a foot of space between the two of you at all times." You raised a brow at him, but the stern look on his face changed your mind from protesting otherwise.

"One foot, twelve inches, got it."

"I don't want you to kiss, hug, cuddle, or even look at her while you're in my house."

"Really Hop? No looking?" His brows furrowed even deeper. An uncomfortable silence passed between the two of you before said man sighed in defeat.

"Fine, I guess you can look at her. But for no longer than 20 seconds tops." You rolled your eyes before helplessly agreeing.

"Alright, alright I get it. I can't touch and only look-"

"For 20 seconds."

"Yes, 20 seconds, but let's say she comes up and hugs me. Then what?" Hopper was stumped at the question. Not really thinking about the part that El would be willing to be close to you.

"They'll be a limit to that too," he simply stated. "Also, I want the door open three inches when you're in her room. If it gets closed at any time, you lose room privileges."

"What does that mean?" You questioned.

"Means that you gotta come out here and can't leave."

"Not even for the bathroom?"

"Well obviously you can go to the bathroom. I'm a father not a monster, Y/n." You giggled lightly, leaning back into the cushions of the couch.

El had finally convinced Jim to let you stay the night. You'd think fighting interdimensional monsters together would have his trust towards you a little more solid but apparently not when it came to his daughter.

Speaking of his daughter she was currently changing into something more comfortable. You had done so previously and were guessing Eleven got some kind of talk just like you did while you were elsewhere. Just a less intimidating version of what you experienced.

"Yeah, well, I'm not gonna let you do any of it when I am here."

"You do realize me and El do all of what you said when you're not here right?" Hopper snarled at the thought.

"Fair enough," you shrugged. Just then the door opened to reveal your lovely lover herself. A light smirk grew on your features as you stood, approaching her. Taking the fabric that covered her torso between your fingers. "Is that my shirt?" You questioned in a mumbled.

"What did I just say? One foot," Hopper scolded, pointing at you while you threw your hands up in surrender taking a step back. He entered the kitchen, disappearing momentarily from view.

"You left it over when you got soaked from the water balloon fight we had with the others," she explained, taking your hand and whisking you away into her room. You hummed in response, smiling lightly.

*I'm glad I did. It looks good on you." A blush grew on her cheeks as she whispered a small 'thank you.'

The both of you sprawled out across her sheets. El laid near where you positioned yourself on your stomach. Your head rested on your crossed arms while you stared at her quietly. She reached out and brushed her thumb across her cheeks.

"What would you like to do?" Eleven asked. You shrugged.

"It doesn't matter to me. Whatever you want I'll be okay with." A smile slowly grew on her face as an idea struck her. She got up from her bed and scanned across a shelf. Pulling out an object wich she then presented to you to reveal a comic.

"Max got me this a couple of weeks ago. Could you… could you read it to me please?" You grabbed the papers from her nodding.

"Sure sounds good." Her features lit up and she placed a gentle kiss on your lips in thanks.

"What did I say, L/n? No kissing!" Hopper hollered, his head peeking through the doorway.

"I didn't do the kissing. She kissed me," you defended. Eleven giggled and settled next to your side as you open up to the first page.

"Then pull away when she does that. El you know what I said, no smooching."

"Sorry," she replied meekly. Hopper's grumbles were heard from behind the door frame. While you started with the first line...

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foxtriestobiteandmaimandkilland · 9 months

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ok so like despite spending years being constantly online and looking at the words Dungeons and Dragons, i am at a loss as to understanding what d&d is 😭😭😭 and i like ik you love jrwi so like... care to explain maybe??? i really wanna know fhdgdfkgk 😭😭

OH MY GID HM YMG SO MHYH GMYMDOG HI SAPPHO THANK YOU SI MCUH FOR ASKING ME HJS I AM GOING TO EXPLODE OKAY SO.

As a premise i have played dnd but with a group of my friends for like 3 oneshots where i had no idea what was going on really and the dm was pretty inexperienced SO i am going 2 go off of all ive picked up from jrwi mostly since thats where ive learnt like. Everythin abt dnd. SO I MAY BE WRONG ABT SOME STUFF BUT IM EXPLAINING FROM THE PERSPECTIVE OF SOMEONE WHO HAS LEARNT EVERYRHING LIKE THIRD HAND.

BUT. so dnd is. Fuck iidk what term u use to explain it but its basically exactly like playing pretend as an 8 year old except with more rules and its fantasy instead of like lego ninjago or whatever The Council of 8 year olds has decided 2 play today.

Im gonna relate EVERYTHING back 2 riptide btw forrrr ease of access SO YEAH OKAY.

In dnd, there r basically 2 roles u can be. Either the dm (the dungeon master) or a player. Simply these r basically like the narrator and the characters sorta. The players each have their own player characters (pc) that they play and they very rarely change who they play in a campaign. They might get a new pc if their old one dies or smth happens to them where they arent around for a while. The dm however, plays pretty much every single other npc in the campaign (and grizzly, the dm of riptide jrwi, does it so fucking well and he has a unique voice for like 80 different characters or smth hes insane). The dm also tells the story and presents the players w the situations they need to get past. The players then decide what they do. The entire thing however is a LOT of yes anding. For example, the dm might be like "so you step into this tavern and around you you see [description of tavern bla bla bla] and sitting at the tables r groups of people, many of them bald, [bla bla bla more description of everything happening round them]. And then with that the players might decide their characters talk to each other a bit and then slap each bald man, resulting in the dm then later creating a combat with the players fighting against a group of bald men. For example. But yea thats the dm n the players basically n yea

However beyond just usual roleplay of like characters interacting and chilling, theres the whole thing w ROLLING. Bc like. Just ROLL with it. Bc like any rpg every character, pc or npc or enemy or anything. Has stats in a few different skills. Since i barely remember playing dnd myself bc that was like almost 2 years ago or smth fuck if i remember, im just gonna list of what i do remember from hearin shit in riptide. So these skills r shit like charisma and strength and wisdom n acrobatics n whatever yknow and i dont actuallyyy remember but ITS FINE. and then there r 2 ways ppl can roll these things. Either checks, or saves. Its sorta difficult to explain the difference between a check and a save because in terms of technicality i dont actually know the difference. But usually checks are for if youve decided to just do an action, but saves are for if youre trying to negate a negative effect or. Whatever. For example, if youre trying to pick up something very heavy, youd make a strength check. But if you were like trying to. Fuck wait i cant think of an example of a strength save. Errr. Ok fuck it im switching 2 charisma examples. A charisma check would be if ur tryna like idk win someone over, but usually ud make a persuasion check or a deception check fuck wait er idk the difference. OKAY IGNORE ME HERE BC IDK THE TECHNICALITIES OF DND THAT WELL BC I HAVENT PLAYED IT IN A WHILE AND I ONLY DID A COUPLE VERY MESSY ONESHOTS. but a saving throw would be for smth likeee lets say someones tryna possess u and u dont want em to. U would make a wisdom saving throw to try to like Resist the possession. If u win the save, u dont get possessed. If u fail it, u get possessed. And the way u determine if something fails or wins, is with dcs. I do not know what dc stands for but its basically whatever number u have to roll higher than to pass.

ANYWAYS. With rolling n shit, with checks n saves, u roll on a d20 (a dice with 20 sides) and then add or subtract ur modifier in that ability. For example, gillion in jrwi has like a -4 to dexterity or smth absurd bc hes not dexterous at all. This means that if he rolls like a 15 on the d20, thatd become an 11 instead. If it is actually a -4 idk the exact number. Altho, chip jrwi has like a +11 to persuasion because hes fucking insane. So then if he rolls a 15 persuasion check thst becomes a fucking 26. Also, rolling a natural 20 or a natural 1 r like. Sorta big things as they r the highest and lowest u can roll. So like, rolling a nat20 is almost always an immediate success UNLESS whatever ur trying to beat has an insanely high dc. For example, at one point gillion had to make a constitution save with like a dc 35 because he had done some crazy shit. He rolled a natural 18, and with all his spells and all his modifiers to give him some kinda buff, he only made it to like a 32 USING ALMOST ALL HIS AND HIS FRIENDS SPELLS. So in this case he wouldve had to roll a nat20, but without the spells and buffs, that wouldnt have succeeded because it wouldve still been below the 35. Anyways.

Theres also a thing called rolling w advantage or disadvantage which is from whst ive seen, just rolling twice and taking whichevwr roll is best. So if u have like an advantage to a perception check bc like lets sayyy someones also looking with you so theyve given you advantage, you could roll twice and keep whichever roll ends up higher. And then vice versa w disadvantage.

Anyways theres a lotta mechanics i cant rlly fully explain bc i dont fully understand lol BUT smth i can explain to the best of my ability is COMBAT. so with combat, you begin with everything that is going to be fighting rolling initiative. This means player characters who r in the fight, enemies in the fight, and anyone who is going to join the fight later. The initiative rolls the decide the turn order, with the highest initiative going first, then down the turn order to the lowest initiative. Each turn, the character can do a buncha shit which i dont fully know BUT. I do know that everyone gets an action for their turn, so with that they could likee go to attack whatever theyre fighting, or use their movement to get away, or cast a spell to help themselves or their friends out or WHATEVER it can literally be like idk fuckin anything. Ur action could b shootin the bad guy in the face or it could b pullin down the pants of ur enemies. But then, some ppl also get a bonus action or maybe everyone or maybe idk i dont know the logistics but theres a number of Things u can do on ur turn until u decide that ur done doing things or if ur out of actions. Also tho bc its still very roleplayed, anyone can like talk to each other, regardless of turn. So like a character during their turn might shout to their ally, who can talk back instead of being locked in a stasis of Not Their Turn. However the person replying cant act on anything until it is their turn. Which leads 4 some kinds funny dialogue ig. Like 4 example it might be like. "Hey, ally, throw the Object over here !!" "I cant !" "Why not ????" "Its not my turn im stuck in my idle animation for the next 6 seconds !" Or whatevwr the fuck. But then they could throw The Object their next turn. Ummm and yeah. Also w combat p much most attacks have to pass the victims AC which is their armour class. So like, if one person wants to stab someone else, the dm will b like okay roll 2 hit. N if the other persons ac is sayyy a 15 (if they remember 2 put on their leather armour and dont forget to equip it for like 50 episodes) then that roll to hit has to end up above a 15, or itll miss. Or however thwy want to flavour it. Sometimes the miss will be flavoured as hitting armour and just clinking off of it, sometimes itll be the victim dodging, sometimes itll be just a complete fuck up, whatever rlly. And then yeah also in combat, if someones hp is reduced to 0, they do not automatically die unless theyre reduced to under double their max hp i think ? Idk the exact thing but no hit so far in riptide has instakilled i dont think other than one that was like crazy insane but that one was like crazy insane dc104 strength save holy fuck kinda blow. Actually i think its different when it comes 2 enemies bc the pcs have plot armour or smth idk man. But if someones hp is reduced to 0 they dont die, theyre knocked unconscious. And then, they remain unconscious until somebody heals them to above 1 hp, and for each round or smth they arent bsck, they make death saves. Idk if the dcs always the same or if its different for different ppl, it seems to just be a dc10 but idk. But if in total the character fails 3 death saves, they r just straight up dead. But if a character succeeds the death saves, theyre still unconscious, but not dead. If theu roll a nat1, thats automatically 2 failed saves in one. But if they roll a nat20, they recover a singular hitpoint and come back up.

Anyways thats all the mechanics shit out the way i do not understand it that well and a lot of it involves maths that im too scared to find out more abt BUT. in dnd as well there r races and classes. The race is like. Ur species. For example in riptide bc i love my examples, chip and jay r just humans, whereas gillion id a triton, so like. A fish guyyy. But with legs hes not a merman. And he is amphibious. Other races in dnd tho include tieflings and orcs and genasi and dragonborne and goliaths and That One Thing My Friend Was In Our Oneshot I Forgor and tabaxis and halflings and elves and a fuckkk ton of different races dude theres a lot. All of them r fantasy tho other than like. Humans. And also pets if there r any. Sometimes the pets r fantasy too. Like on the crew there was a bluebird called apple and she was just a normal bluebird. Well she had some shit going on but tbat wasnt important bc what was important was that her race was at that time just a normal bluebird. Altho theres also the most specialist girl in the whole wide world called pretzel and shes a frogtopus and she has the head of a frog and rhe body of an octopus but frogtopi dont exist irl but yea.

anyways, classes r different to races in that theyre less to do w genetics n more 2 do w abilities. For example, in riptide once again, chip is a rogue (i think hes taken like 2 levels in sorcery ? But hes primarily a rogue), jay is a hunter/ranger i forgot which one and an artificer, and gillion is a paladin and a sorcerer. These classes affect the abilities these ppl r good at and the things they can do, and if theyre magic, the spells they have and also the beliefs they hold. I thinkkk paladins r known 4 bein v like religious n shit bc a lot of the time the other players have been like Yeah Trust A Paladin To Thank God For Us Saving His Life or smth like that. But other classes include things likeee fighters and bards and warlocks and barbarians andddd i forgot any others becauseeeee yeahhhhhh awesomeeee but yeah!

Andddd yea honestly i think thats all the dnd stuff explained theres a few like other stuff ive probably missed out and ive probably got a buncha this shit wrong BUT this is enough 2 understand riptide atleast. I think. Basically, tldr, dnd is roleplay with more rules and fighting and fantasy and the dm is like god to ur players but like also god of the gods. The end.

#day thoughts #asks #long post #my thumbs hate me so much for typign this all #but thank u so much sappho for asking this i have been waiting to get an opportunity to go crazy abt this shit #and like one final time i am a dumb baby loser who doesnt knoe if everything ive said is completely accurate but its the best i can do rn #and if u wanna lesrn more search up stuff abt dnd 5th edition bc thats the version theyre playing i think #also some of their stuff i think its homebrewed idk

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dialovers-translations · 2 years

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Kanato Maniac [08]

ー The scene starts in the big hall at Eden

*ROAAAAAAR*

Yui: ...This is what Eden looks like right now...?

( The wells have dried out, leaving the water to settle at the bottom...And it’s giving off somewhat of a sour scent as well. )

*ROAAAAAAR*

Yui: ...!

( Also, these cries. They echo all throughout Eden but I wonder where they come from...? )

I can’t believe things have escalated to this degree...

???: ーー It can’t be helped. Eden is a living castle which adapts to its owners feelings and powers.

ー The Mukami’s show up

Yui: Ruki-kun...You guys...!

Kou: Hey there, M-neko-chan~! Long time no see!

Yuma: Hehe! Whatcha lookin’ all down for?

Azusa: Eve...Are you alright?

Yui: I’m so glad...You’re all safe and well...!

...R-Right! Ruki-kun!

Well...I’m sorry. I couldn’t bring up the thing about Eden to Kanato-kun...

Ruki: ...No, it’s fine. I’m the one who should apologize for asking such a cruel thing of you.

I should have not made such a request if I truly wanted to be considerate towards you. ...My bad.

Yui: ...Oh no, it’s fine. I truly am sorry...

( I sort of expected this after what he told me but... )

( It’s even worse than I imagined...I can’t help but feel bad towards Ruki-kun... )

Laito: Ah~ No, no! Bad Ruki! Don’t put Bitch-chan in a bind.

Ruki: ...That wasn’t my intention...

Kou: Yeah, exactly! Could you please not put all the blame on Ruki-kun?

If you think about it, you guys are the ones at fault for not taking proper responsibility and keeping a closer eye on Kanato-kun!

Right, Subaru-kun?

Subaru: Haah!? Why should I be to blame...?

Kou: He’s your brother, so it only makes sense that you’d take your responsibility, right?

Subaru: Che, fuck off.

Azusa: Kou...Calm down...

Yuma: Leave him be, Azusa. I mean, what he’s sayin’ is not wrong, is it?

Azusa: B-But...

Yuma: ...Well, that guy’s not the biggest culprit though.

That title goes to Mr. NEET over there in the back, lookin’ as if he doesn’t give a damn ‘bout any of this.

Shuu: ...

Yuma: Oi, at least say somethin’!

Shuu: ...Buzz off.

Yuma: Che...Ya sure know how to get on my nerves.

Azusa: W-Wait...You can’t...

Ayato: Hehe, why not? There’s nothin’ wrong with throwin’ fists every now and then.

Azusa: A-Ayato-san, you too...

Reiji: ...Haah. What a ruckus.

We will not solve the issue at hand by getting into arguments with each other.

We came here to ask the Mukami family for help.

If you have only come here to pick a fight, I’d like to ask you to leave this room at once.

Ayato: ...B-But!

Reiji: ーー Listen carefully. Right now is hardly the time to get hung up over personal, family-related issues.

We must come together and talk in name of the entire Vampire Clan.

Ruki: Yes, exactly.

We have to decide together what our next steps will be.

Kou, Yuma, Azusa. You three will be helping out as well.

Azusa: Yeah...I don’t mind, but...

Kou: ...

Yuma: ...

Ruki: It’s all to protect our hometown. ...Okay?

Reiji: You lot as well...Do you understand?

ー The others stay quiet

Reiji: ...Seems like nobody has anything to say to that, so let us get straight to it.

However, before that...

I would like you to leave the room for a bit. Do you understand?

Yui: Eh? ...B-But...

Azusa: Don’t worry...Eve. We’ll update you on everything...once we’re done...

We’re all equally worried...about Kanato-san...

We’ll simply try and figure out an optimal plan together...

Yui: Yeah...I understand. I’ll be waiting then, okay?

ー The scene shifts to the night sky

Kanato: Hmm~...? So this is the Vibora Clan’s castle?

It looks rather shabby. ...Well, not that it matters

*WOOSH*

Kanato: ...

ー The castle is lit on fire

Kanato: ...Fufu...Fufu. Ahahahaha!!

Everything should just burn! Begone! All of it!

Ahaha...Who knew doing this would be so much fun...!

I should have done this much sooner, honestly...Fufufu...

Ahaha. Look at those little pests freaking out down there...How utterly laughable.

Come on, entertain me by showing off even more of that despair...!

ー The scene shifts to the inner courtyard at Eden

Yui: ...Haah.

( I wonder where Kanato-kun went...? )

( Also, how does he feel right now...? )

( I felt as if I understood him up until not too long ago...But right now, I’m not so sure. )

I heard that the flowers at Eden last forever but...They’ve all withered...

*Rustle*

Yui: ...

( Ruki-kun mentioned something about the state of Eden being in direct connection to Kanato-kun’s emotions, didn’t he...? )

( These flowers have withered and when you try to touch them, they turn into a mud-like substance and melt away... )

( This is how Kanato-kun feels right now... )

Uu...Hic...

( I wonder...if there’s just nothing I can do anymore... )

( How can I find a way to turn Kanato-kun back to normal...? )

*Flap flap flap*

Yui: ( ...I’m pretty sure that’s one of Ruki-kun’s Familiars...? )

( They’re heading towards the living room where the others are...? )

( Could it be...Did they discover something about Kanato-kun!? )

Selection

→ Do not go after them

Yui: ( I doubt I’ll be able to do anything at this point, even if I go after them... )

( In which case, it’d probably be better to mind my own business. )

*Flap flap flap*

Yui: Eh...?

( That bat...It’s waiting for me to come? )

...

( I suppose I’ll go after them after all. )

( I don’t want to give up on Kanato-kun...Not yet...! )

→ Go after them (❦)

Yui: ( I’ll go after them...! )

( I’ll take any tiny bit of information I can get. As long as I can find out something about Kanato-kunーー )

ー Yui runs after the Familiar

Monologue

No matter how much pain or grief it brings me...

I simply cannot give up (諦めきれない).

I want to understand Kanato-kun.

I want to have a proper heart-to-heart.

Surely, I’m not the only one who feels this way.

The other Sakamaki brothers should want that as well.

But right now, more than anything, I just want to see him.

I want to wrap my arms around him...and embrace (抱きしめたい) him with all my might.

Because I strongly believe,

that some feelings are better conveyed without any wordsーー

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #kanato sakamaki #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #lekanatomaniac8

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captain-lessship · 10 months

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Oh Mother Green Pt. 1

“Alright, what the fuck have you ordered now?” You shouted as you looked the crate into the living room.

Murdoc rose up off the sofa, nervously laughing, “About that… that would be our guitarist.”

You looked at him, “Murdoc. Human trafficking is a crime!” You began to panic. “Get the prybar, 2D!”

The lanky singer walked to the closet, you knocked on the crate, “Hello? Is someone in there?”

A knock came back. “It’s okay, we’ll get you out of there.”

2D came back with the prybar and handed it to you, “Here, do you think she’s okay in there?”

You wedged the hooked in under the wooden lid, “She better be or you are going to have to explain it to the police.” You said, looking at Murdoc.

After a few attempts, you broke the lid off, revealing a surprisingly calm little girl. You locked eyes with her and instantly there was a feeling of protectiveness.

Ever since that meeting in the FedEx crate, you loved Noodle more than you ever thought you were capable of loving anyone or anything else.

You smiled as you were cooking up a small breakfast when a pair of arms came around your legs. It was Noodle.

“Morning,” you said, attention going back to the pancake you prepared to flip.

The little girl went to go sit at the table, waiting on you. You saw her out of the corner of your eye playing with the fork and butter knife. Yet again, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you, this time further up on you.

“Morning, Murdoc.” You said, feeling his head rest on your shoulder.

“Whatcha cooking?”

“Pancakes and I am thinking about attempting a cat shaped one for a little someone.” You said loud enough for her to hear, drawing a smile from her.

Murdoc tilted his head to press a kiss to your cheek, “What’s got you in a lovey mood?” You giggled.

“It’s just me, you… and the kid.” He said.

“Oh so you’re embarrassed of me around the boys.” You tsk-ed at him.

Murdoc rolled his eyes playfully, “Always trying to pick a fight.” He removed his arms and walked to the table where Noodle sat. You glanced at the scene before you: Murdoc and Noodle simply talking, even though Noodle was talking a entirely different language, he seemed to understand to an extent.

You smiled at the sight. Murdoc was rough a little deep than the edges but deeper down than most would care to look was a good man, a caring one, one that wanted more than life would give him. That was why he tried so hard to be this over the top rockstar and he was successful with it.

You couldn’t help but think back to the younger days of your relationship, when your mom warned you about boys like him and your dad was tempted to drown him in the bathtub.

You remembered when you ran off with him, with only a back pack, purse and your last paycheck from your cashier job; Oh, how your mom cried and your dad yelled as you rode away on the back of his motorcycle, not caring how fast and how far he was going to go. Being nineteen, young and free was how you saw him still.

Since that day, you enjoyed being the missus. You helped plan out shows, you made the real estate deal for Kong Studio and you took care of them all.

You flipped the last pancake onto a plate, “Who wants the first one?”

It had been years since then. Still, you smiled as you thought about it all, fond memories hung in your head like forgotten Christmas lights.

Noodle’s Sweet Sixteenth Birthday, 2D getting his Law Degree, Russel publishing a cookbook and Murdoc and you getting married, lasting a few years then getting ‘divorced’ after it was brought to light that he forged the marriage certificate.

You and Murdoc had, like many rockstar young love havers, fell apart but Noodle still called you ‘Mama’ which was the highest honor you could have ever been given.

You were sitting on the porch, gently humming as you painted when you heard someone call your name.

“Mama!” You looked up and saw your sweetheart, “I got you something!”

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that!” You said, standing up and walking to open the walk way gate for her. As soon as she closes it behind her, you put your arms around her. You kissed her cheek as you both walked up the path, “You must be tired, sit here. I made lemonade!” You said, cheerily.

“I need to talk to you.”

You stopped and looked at her, “About what, sweetie?”

Noodle looked at you, “Murdoc started a cult.”

“What for?”

“Seducing a demon.”

You laughed lightly, “Of course it was, poor bastard could never pick up girls, I had to go to him.” You then rolled your eyes, “Execpt the Paula Cracker incident, could’ve killed him right then and there

“Mama, I think he misses you.”

You went silent. A life full of peace, quiet and no obligations is what you were living now.

You had your daughter, a few friends that came over and talked about books, gossip and recipes with, a side hustle of making paintings and doing portraits of people. But oh god, did you miss him.

“What makes you think that?” You asked her. You looked at her long and hard, mind drifting back to the little girl who was scared of the dark and wanted orange juice with every meal.

The teenager who crashed your car into a light post and told you to get out of her room.

The young lady who shone brightly with the influence of your kindness and Murdoc’s ambition, who was looking at you; thirty years of love, pride and purest joy staring at you.

“He seems so lonely and he still has a picture of you in his wallet. Multiple actually, which, quick question, did you really look like that in the 80s?”

You chuckled, “Why yes, my hair was that big, bleached and frizzled. A real Janet Gardener type but if you thought mine were bad, god, you should’ve seen Murdoc, a Kip Winger reject.”

Noodle noticed how you lit up talking about your youth and how you and he used to be. She knew you missed him too.

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hi uncle nina!! i hope you dont mind me bragging in your ask box, but this is the type of thing teachers tend to get excited over and its on my mind right now. i just got into the #1 ranked public university in my state! and its one of the top 5 public universities in the whole country! im not going there, its just not for me, but its very hard to get into so the fact that i did is super exciting! and tomorrow im getting interviewed for a scholarship from a less competitive school, but one that i love very much, so things are going really good right now!!

anyways, sorry again for bragging on myself in your ask box, but i kinda see you as a safe person and you always seem so happy when we tell you about our lives :)

my dear, darling, you are not bragging, you are simply sharing your success!!! you are stunning us with your brilliance!!! gracing us with the presence of a person wHO GOT INTO THE NUMBER ONE PUBLIC RANKED UNIVERSITY IN YOUR STATE!!!!!! YOU GENIUS!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! i am smiling so much my face physically hurts oh my!!!! eeeeee <3 *picks you up and spins you several times*

i am SO!!!! proud of you, sweetheart!!!!! so, So, SOOOO PROUD!!! :'))

this makes my heart feel as full as ur head is full of knowledge, lovie.

if you are the same anon that i got a while ago that excitedly messaged me about school stuff!!! i am so sorry i didn't respond :( when i tell you i was waiting until i had the right words to say and i just couldn't find them...but i bet you could, YOU SCHOLAR!!!!!!!!!!!

jersey literally applied to 9 schools and only got into 1...on the waitlist. and not even on merit, like, he literally bullied the poor kid who had his spot into dropping out...unethically. so you getting into your top choice???? all by yourself??? Smarty Pants????? you are a WONDER.

and you are going to Ace that interview, darling! the janitorial staff will not be needed in that inerview waiting room because you are going to WIPE THE FLOOR WITH THOSE OTHER APPLICANTS!!!! also, yes, i am like those parents that come to your soccer game and get kicked out for yelling and starting fights, lmaooooo. worth it!!!!

mwah, Mwah, MWWWWAAAAAAAAH, my love!!!! AAAAAAAAA!!!!!

i'm so stoked for you, seriously. i am biased, but school is so fun, eee! win or lose, lovely, please know you are always a winner to me.

uncle nina, proud uncle <33333333

p.s. i DO love hearing abt your lives! share anything you want w/ me!!!

#WHEN I TELL YOU THIS MADE ME CRY #IM A BABY #LMAOOOOOO!!!!!!!#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #IM SO EXCITED #THIS IS SO COOL U ARE SO SMART AND COOL #I AM FLOORED #I AM SOOOOO EXCITED YAYAYAYAYAY

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wild-at-spark · 9 months

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Care

A little drabble I wrote ages ago and never posted. Just Wild doing what she does best.

It's yet another new day in Iacon as Wild unlocks the shop door, her medkit in her servo and the aches of an emergency call in her frame.

Once inside she locks the door behind her and puts her keys on the hook.

The sound of machinery is already whirring in the workshop and Wild thinks to herself that Ironhide is up early.

She walks into the workshop just in time to see Ironhide throw what he's working on at the wall with a snarl.

The outburst makes Wild step back in shock, only for her to rush to his side when she sees his servo dripping energon.

Instinctively she grabs a clean rag with her free servo and puts it ontop of his wound. "Hey, its okay, calm down I'm here."

Wild puts her medkit down on the workbench and sits on a stool next to the weaponsmith. "Have you been working all night?" She asked, dabbing the rag on the wound.

"I couldn't recharge when you left for that emergency. Thought I should work instead of moping about."

"You should of commed me, Ironhide sweetspark.. I would of finished earlier and got someone else to cover my rounds." Wild sighed. " Give me a moment."

--Opening communication link with Paxafere--

::Hey, can you clear my schedule and take me off call for today? I need to stay home.::

:: Yeah sure. Everything OK?::

::Ironhide.::

::Oooh you sure you only want to reschedule today? I know how it is.:: Wild could practically feel Paxafere's need for details from over the comm link.

::Today will be fine. Thank you Paxafere.::

--End of Communication Link with Paxafere--

"Femme, You didn't need to do that."

"You are more important than work, always will be. Please always, always call me, visit me at work. Solnishkokoi you are my sun, my warmth, you are always welcome to visit me at work when you are wanting company, or I will drop everything and come home to you." Wild insisted.

"But your patients.."

"I hire my staff to take them for me, besides they all understand. No ifs no buts, nothing. I am looking after you."

Ironhide simply looked at Wild and gave in. No point fighting her on it, her mind was already made up.

Wild removed the soiled rag from the wound, gently taking Ironhide's servo into both of hers, inspecting the wound. "Close into a fist for me." The weaponsmith did as told.

"Now open." Wild hummed, reaching over to open her medkit as once again Ironhide complied.

Keeping hold with one servo, the medic got out a roll of bandages and some iodine swabs.

"Just a surface wound." She reassured, using the iodine to dab at the wound. "I'll dress it and keep an optic on it but you always do heal quite nicely."

Ironhide simply sighs in response, sending a puff of warm air from his snoot. Wild takes that as a cue to stop talking and silently begins to wind the roll of bandage around the weaponsmiths servo. Every now and then she adjust the position of the bandage and only stops once the wound is sufficently covered.

When she's all done Wild moves Ironhide's newly bandaged servo to her chest plating and rests it over her spark, her own servo holding it there in reassurance.

"Have you ate since I left last night?'

"No."

"Do you want something? Anything?"

"Not hungry.." The weaponsmith looks at her with dimmed, exhausted optics as he idly rubs at her plating.

"That's okay, come on then lets get you to bed, my mech needs to recharge."

Wild stands up, keeping ahold of Ironhide's servo as she does, trashing the used materials as she moves. After all this time with her weaponsmith she's learnt just what buttons and switches causes each and every one of his equipment to power down. It doesn't take her long to do so either, as the pair slowly make their way to the doorway.

At the last moment she lets Ironhide's servo go, which earns her a confused glance from the mech.

Wild doesn't provide any explaination, instead she simply picks the much larger mecha up and holds him close. That earns a surprised noise from the weaponsmith.

"You think you can get the light switch for me my love?" She asks, punctuating the end of her question with a kiss to his crest.

Ironhide hums in agreement and as soon as Wild walks past it he flicks the lightswitch off.

Now anyone else under half of Ironhide's size carrying him may have a problem when it comes to stairs. However Wild simply carried him up, all while sweetly plastering his faceplates with kisses.

Once at their berthroom Wild carefully put Ironhide down on the berth.

"You wanna be my little spoon?" She chimed as she raided the nearby closet for more blankets.

"..Please." The weaponsmith answered all while being covered in comfy blankets.

Only once he was sufficently covered did Ironhide lie down, allowing Wild to join him on the berth as close behind him as physically possible. The femme simply reaches around Ironhide, her arms holding onto him. Her thumb gently caresses the plating beneath it as she kisses the spinal strut infront of her. The pair remain silent for a while.

"Umkuhalivusa?" Ironhide asks.

"Dai Solnishkokoi?" (Yes?) Wild responds.

Ironhide is quiet for a moment, a moment that feels like forever. "Ngithando wen..." (I love you)

Wild smiles against his spinal strut, moving one of the servos on his plating to over his spark.

"Ta koily kimi tozmo, tiyem bes ni iskraku, veihno zasoshi davsegde." (I love you too, with all my spark, forever and always)

With her response she feels Ironhide relax, his frame no longer tensing.

Nothing more between them needs to be said.

#❄️with me you'll be knocking on heavens door❄️ooc❄️#❄️drabbles❄️#❄️my writing❄️

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lilpadlibrary · 2 years

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𝘙𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 : 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥/𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘚𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴

The Addicted/Calloway Sisters series by Krista and Becca Ritchie is an amazing line of work. This is the longest series I’ve ever read and easily part of my top 3. Devil’s Night by Penelope Douglas is my all time favorite, but Addicted/Calloway definitely gave it a run for its money. Overall, I couldn’t get enough of this series. I originally was only going to read the first book. When I kept seeing the rest of the series all over my TikTok, I decided to read books 1-3. Once I closed the 3rd, I knew I was in it for the long haul. I was terrified to commit to a 10 book series. Looking back, I’m so grateful that I gave it a chance. When people ask me for recommendations, Addicted/Calloway is one of the first titles out of my mouth.

Below I’m going to talk about my individual ranks of each book, in the reading order. Please be careful, I tried to remain spoiler free, but please be cautious.

This Series as a whole is an easy 5 stars! Continue down for reviews of each book :D

Addicted to You│Addicted, Book 1 - 4 Stars

I liked addicted to you, but I unfortunately started this series while waiting for Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas to arrive at my house. This was a book that I was really looking forward to, therefore Addicted to you became a filler read. Looking back, I wish I would have read it as its own long term project. After finishing it, I lacked a desire to continue on, but I obviously picked it back up eventually. Overall it was an easy, quick read that I did enjoy. I’ve never really read a book that didn’t have this moment of clarity that everything will be ok. Lily and Lo were constantly fighting an uphill battle, as a reader I couldn’t have predicted how things would shake up. The problems they faced cannot simply disappear overnight. I loved the contrast. Addicted to You was made to show that their life isn’t a fairy tale and that hard things take time to fix. As I said, I was more invested in another series when I picked this up, but there is something magical about these people. I eventually did find my way back to the series.

Ricochet│Addicted, Book 2 - 4 Stars

It took me 2 months to finally pick up Ricochet. Not only was I not convinced that I really wanted to continue on, but a lot of people would say Ricochet is their least favorite book in the line up. Not only am I confused at why they hate it, but I’d rank it above Thrive. The lack of Loren definitely wasn’t my favorite, but seeing the journey of Lily Calloway over those 3 months was something that we couldn’t skip over. It needed its own book because it was one of the biggest trials that the series faced. Obviously we want the fluffy, sweet romance that Lily and Lo have, but their story simply isn’t pretty. That’s the honest truth. It is a shorter book, so we don’t have to commit to 500 pages of Lily struggling, it’s a perfect 250 pages. Just long enough to make us feel what she’s feeling and truly get excited for Loren’s return.

Addicted for Now│Addicted, Book 3: 5 Stars

When I finished this book, I knew I was in it for the long haul. We get to see Lily and Lo reunite, which is great, but now there are new challenges that come along with reuniting. The way they fight for each other and are each other's safe place is something I haven’t seen in a book before. As of October 27th, I’ve read 63 books this year. I have yet to find another book or series that contains a couple like them. They are so resilient throughout all of the trials and tribulations they went through together. Absolutely loved this book.

Kiss the Sky│Calloway, Book 4: 5 Stars

Richard Connor Cobalt ladies and gentlemen. I’m in love with this man. He’s my favorite character in the whole series. His intelligence, his looks, the way he speaks, the way he treats Rose, and some much more. Everything about him is just perfection. Don’t get me started on him and Loren’s bromance. It’s everything. Then there's Rose. She’s everything. She is such a strong, independent, beautiful woman. I’m in love with the two of them together and separately. I loved the whole concept of this book being about their reality show, it was so fun to read but I wanted to bash my head into the wall at times. But that’s what a good book does! It makes you feel all sorts of things. Overall, this book is a masterpiece. Cabollway is my favorite couple hands down.

Hot House Flower│Calloway, Book 5: 5 Stars

Where do I even start? Daisy and Ryke have my whole heart. Cabollway might be my favorite couple but Hot House Flower is my favorite book of the ten. I know some people are ify about this couple, but I’m obsessed with them. When Ryke was arrested, the screaming match between Loren and him nearly killed me. When he ran for 3 miles to the hospital with Daisy in his arms. Stop it right now. He never checked her pulse. He just ran. It ripped my heart out of my chest. It is disgusting how much I love them. I’d say the majority of people would claim that Long Way Down is the best Raisy book, but Hot House flower just has a special place in my heart.

Thrive / Addicted│Book 6: 3.75 Stars

I have mixed feelings about Thrive. I loved Kiss the Sky and Hot House Flower, but I feel I read Thrive pretty fast. I skimmed a lot of extra banter, but there are several moments that live in my head rent free. When they found Loren in the kitchen, that was gut wrenching. When Lily and Rose found out they were both pregnant at the same time. I was scared but so excited for them. Overall I’d say that thrive is a good book for people who enjoy reading novellas. You know the story that we’re following already, but here’s a new perspective and some extra information. I didn’t not enjoy reading it, it was just the one I skimmed the most. I would still recommend reading it if you want the full experience.

Addicted After All│Addicted, Book 7: 5 Stars

I was so excited to read this book. We would finally see Rose/Connor and Lily/Lo become parents. It was so fun to watch play out. Rose having Jane in the limo and Connor delivering her was a moment where you find yourself gasping for air when it’s over. You don’t even realize that you’ve been holding your breath the whole time. I was gutted to close this book for the final time, knowing that Some Kind of Perfect would be the last time I read from Lily and Lo’s perspective. This book was so amazing, there are no perfect words to describe it.

Fuel the Fire│Calloway, Book 8: 5 Stars

Ugh how I missed Cabollway. I loved Fuel the fire so much. For so many reasons. Let’s start off with the fact that Connor deserves the world to be outed the way he was. It was so hard to see Rose and Connor try to stay strong but at times lose their bearings. They tried hard to cover it up, but knowing that the world is trying to prove that you don’t love your partner has got to be the most intense heartache. It broke my heart to watch them cry and hold each other in the closet, trying to hold it together. They are such strong people, it was so hard to read. This book reminded me how much I loved them. I never forgot, but Fuel the Fire only cemented them as my favorites.

Long Way Down│Calloway, Book 9: 5 Stars

DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED. Long Way Down and Hot House Flower are easily my top 2 out of 10. This book freaking gutted me. Between Daisy having fertility obstacles and Adam’s accident, this book was the one that choked me the worst. I nearly cried finishing it, the line about Daisy being able to sleep for 10 hours really got me. The core six watching the sun at the end all together was so beautiful. They all truly got what they deserved. Raisy are truly soulmates like Cabollway and Lilo. Daisy and Ryke are the definition of the grumpy sunshine trope, and I’m here for it. I’m here for it all day long. All year long. For the rest of my existence honestly. Such an amazing book.

Some Kind of Perfect│Calloway, Book 10: 5 Stars

For some reason this book took an entire month to get to my house, BUT IT WAS SO WORTH IT. The amount of babies born in this book has got to be some sort of record, but it was so wholesome. Getting to watch everyone with their families and watch all the kids grow up was so precious. Watching all of the kids' personalities mature and come to light was so fun to see. They truly are all the perfect combination of their parents. Closing this book hurt, but I can’t wait to read the Like Us series. :D

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hazbinextgeneration · 2 years

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Hellaverse Rarepair Week Day 5: Human/Au

Alastor x Mimzy

*My own Au which is different from other's. SO- Human Au where Mimzy is (the human) a singer in the 1990's fighting for her dreams of becoming a professional singer and fights for equal treatment in her workplace despite her parents' own believes, and AL(the demon) takes a liking to her.*