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wxshing-aep · 11 months

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Hiii, I saw ur request post!! could you maybe

write some dating Ethan morales hcs??💖

Dating Ethan Morales Would Include

pairing: ethan morales x reader (all characters are 18+) AN: this will be dating college!ethan cause i thought it'd be more interesting, also didn't proofread this warnings: swearing, gets nsfw in the second half so 18+ (minors dni)

you met ethan when you were assigned to tutor him cause he was failing calc. you originally found him to be pretty obnoxious and got tired of his overly nonchalant attitude which culminated in you yelling at him about how he needs to start trying or he's gonna get kicked out. he made no move to respond to your angry rant and just stared back at you with wide eyes and blown out pupils. "what?" you question. "sorry, you're kinda really fucking hot when you're mad"

one of your study sessions ended with him pulling you onto his lap while you made out and his hands roamed your body

he got a little nervous asking you out on a real date even though you've already made out multiple times. he was a bit worried that you'd reject him. he wasn't sure if you'd want a serious relationship with him since he's got a bit of a womanizer reputation. (spoiler alert: you said yes)

his grades got a lot better once he actually started trying because he loved seeing how excited you'd get for him when he showed you a good grade that he got on a test

ethan's love language is definitely physical touch. he needs his hands on you at all times, normally around your waist or resting on your thigh. he's constantly drawing little shapes on whatever part of your bare skin he has access to. most of the time he doesn't even realize he's doing it

you go on a lot of late night drives that may or may not end with the two of you in the backseat of ethan's car

he loves when you wear his clothes but still consistently accuses you of robbing him. "wearing my jacket again, you little thief" "oh, did you want it ba-" "no"

he is your own personal hype-man, there is no shortage of compliments coming from him

"see you later, gorgeous", "damn, my girl looks sexy", "my girlfriend is the most beautiful person on the planet"

he lets you braid his hair when you're bored

he'll match his nail color to yours but will never admit that he did it on purpose and always insist that it was a coincidence

he gets very jealous, but will deny it if you call him out. you were once at a party very innocently talking to a male friend from your psych seminar about how hard your recent test was before ethan walked over to your conversation.

"oh hey, jack, this is my boyfriend ethan" you introduce him, "ethan, this is-" "yea, don't care" ethan interrupts before pulling you by the waist into a searing kiss until jack had left. "there's no reason to be jealous you know? he's just a friend" "i'm not jealous, but that loser was definitely eye-fucking you" "he was not eye-" "let's go make out"

ethan is very distracting when you're trying to study or do any homework

"baaaaaabe, i'm bored", he whines. "m'sorry but I really have to do this research paper" you respond. "or", he starts, closing the book in your hands and tossing it to the side of your bed, "you can take a much needed break and do me instead"

his friends call him whipped bc of how obsessed with you he is and he doesn't give a fuck cause he is in fact obsessed with you

he lets you color in his tattoos

he definitely tries to teach you how to skateboard and holds both your hands if you're too scared to let go of him

he got you a necklace with his initial on it and has a ring with your initial on it

nsfw 18+

that man definitely knows what he's doing in the bedroom cause, let's face it, he was a bit of a whore in the past

you guys have a lot of sex, like a lot of sex to the point where you might have gotten a few noise complaint's from the people that live next to your dorm room

he's a capital M Munch. ethan loves eating pussy, like he definitely does it for his own enjoyment. he could spend hours in between your thighs and any moans or whimpers coming from you just egg him on even more

ethan was so turned on when you agreed to sit on his face

"your face is pretty", you complimented him. "yea? you should sit on it" oh. "like sit on it sit on it?" "sit. on. it." "but what if I like suffocate you or something" "you won't, and if you did i'd die happy" so you did and holy shit does that boy know how to use his mouth. he wouldn't stop till you came on his face multiple times and your legs are shaking around his head

he keeps his hair long cause he likes when you tug on it while he's eating you out. it turns him on so much that he has to actively try not to cum in his pants while he's going down on you

ethan is very vocal, he's not afraid to let you know that he's enjoying it. he whimpers for sure. while he's definitely a giver he loves when you have your mouth on him. his mind goes fuzzy when you're blowing him, moaning your name, shaking under you

he's a bit of a sub and loves when you boss him around. ethan absolutely loses his mind when you choke him while you're riding him. he just loves seeing you on top of him, telling him what to do, using him for your own pleasure. he'll beg, especially if you're edging him

"baby fuck please i need it, i'll be your good boy i promise"

jealous!ethan is definitely more dominant though. "right there baby? look how wet you are for me. he can't fuck you like i can hmm? want you to cum on my dick like a good girl"

this man cannot hide when he's horny. he immediately gets super handsy and will be whisking you off to the nearest bathroom

he loves your boobs. holding them, sucking on your nipples, cumming on them if you're cool with that. your chest is rarely not covered in hickies.

you're obsessed with ethan's hands and he knows it. he knows how to use them and has no problem sneaking them into you under the table on a date night, only to remove his hands from you right before you finish and make a point of sucking the fingers that had just been inside you clean while holding eye contact with you and letting a smug look take over his face

he has a praise kink and definitely responds with "yes ma'am" when you boss him around. he's gotten turned on when you guys are arguing before, there's just something about you yelling at him that goes straight to his dick

if you wear a sundress, oh it's over for him. he'll have you bent over the nearest surface in seconds and the dress stays on.

#ethan morales #ethan morales x reader #michael cimino #michael cimino x reader #never have i ever #never have i ever s4 #nhie #nhie s4 #ethan morales smut

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steddieas-shegoes · 9 months

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Request: Steve being a hidden nerd in certain ways (ei: sports, camping, outdoor stuff like camping & vegetation/botony, bugs, animals & shit) the kids losing their collective mind as Steve tells them about it. Maybe on a camping trip or something???? I especially want Hop to be impressed.

This is maybe my first request that didn't have some kind of romantic relationship Steddie. They do have a little flirty moment, but beyond that, I liked the idea of just everyone loving Steve and being so intrigued by his knowledge of all of this random nature stuff. Also, no research was done here. Like, zero. I don't know what is true and what isn't so assume none of it is. This is fiction based on fiction and we're here for a good time. I've never been to Yosemite, but it is on the list for me and Liam to go! - Mickala ❤️

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No one expected Steve to actually want to go camping. Sure, he wanted an RV, wanted to go to National Parks and see mountains and lakes and rivers, but they assumed he’d just want to stay in the RV.

They hadn’t expected him to bring tents.

They hadn’t expected him to suggest sleeping in the tents.

“But…we have an RV,” Mike said, suddenly no longer interested in their trip to Yosemite.

“To travel in. But we won’t all comfortably sleep in it. It’s made for five people at most.”

And that was that. The only people sleeping in the RV were Hopper and Joyce and Max and El, and everyone else was sleeping in tents.

The entire drive there was filled with arguments over music, arguing over who got to sit where, and Steve’s “fun facts” about the land they would be staying on.

He had apparently done quite a bit of research, or he had been hiding a whole wealth of knowledge from everyone.

His fun facts were actually interesting, and everyone quickly tuned in when he started telling them about how the mountains could be dated because of the type and color of the rocks, and how much of the sequoias had been destroyed over the last couple of decades and what they were doing to preserve what was left.

When they arrived, everyone stared in wonder at the meadow in front of them, the mountains as the backdrop to a beautiful sunset.

It would still be light for close to two hours, so they didn’t rush to set up the tents. They went on a short walk along the road they took to the campsite, Steve pointing out different types of plants and birds as they went.

Everyone was in awe of his information, but no one was as surprised as Hopper.

“Where did you learn all this?” he asked on the way back to the campsite as the kids raced each other ahead.

“I went to camp once when I was seven and then I was obsessed with nature. My parents wouldn’t let me go back to camp, but they let me get books and movies about plants and animals. In high school, I took geology and almost had a perfect grade. I just like this stuff,” Steve shrugged.

“So you only went to camp once? Is this your way of going to camp?” Hopper asked casually.

He didn’t usually ask questions that didn’t tell him something he absolutely needed to know.

“I guess. And to spend time with everyone. I like when we can all be together without hell surrounding us, ya know?” Steve admitted.

Hopper’s hand rested on his shoulder and squeezed in silent agreement.

Putting the tents up had been relatively easy, especially when Steve managed to show them a trick he taught himself when he was young and wanted to set up a tent in his backyard but never had anyone there to help him.

No one commented on how sad it was, but Steve realized it after he said it.

As everyone got their sleeping bags and lamps set up in their tents, Steve found a large rock along the edge of the creek in the meadow and sat on it, watching as the sun finally sank behind the mountains.

“Hey,” a voice startled Steve.

He relaxed when he turned to see that it was Eddie.

“Hey.”

“Mind if I sit with you for a minute? Kids are being a bit too much right now.”

“Go ahead,” Steve gestured to the spot next to him. “Not exactly a comfy seat, but the view can’t be beat.”

“Oh, so you’re rhyming now?” Eddie teased as he nudged Steve’s shoulder.

“Not on purpose,” Steve laughed. “It’s pretty great out here, though.”

“Yeah it is. You did good, Stevie.”

Steve looked over to see Eddie already smiling fondly at him.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. And, for what it’s worth, I think it’s pretty fucking cool that you love nature so much. Nature isn’t really a good friend of mine, but it’s pretty nice to hear about it from you.”

“I’ll make an explorer out of you yet, Eds.”

Eddie looked at him with a look he hadn’t seen on anyone before, at least not towards him.

“Maybe you will, Stevie.”

Eddie only sat there for another minute before excusing himself to check that none of the kids touched his brand new acoustic guitar.

Steve sat there until it was completely dark around him, watching the land in front of him shift ever so slightly as the breeze picked up and the cicadas started their nightly song.

Robin sat down next to him, rested her head against his shoulder and sat with him in silence for a few minutes.

“It’s good to be out here. I don’t think Max ever expected to see mountains like this. She keeps asking when she can climb them,” Robin whispered.

“She does remember her legs aren’t at 100% yet still, right?” Steve asked.

“I think she’s willing to give it a go anyway. What’s the point of being here and surviving everything if you can’t even try?”

Steve nodded.

“Wanna come tell us more about the trail we’re taking tomorrow?”

“You guys wanna hear about it now?”

“Yeah. We like that you’re passionate about it.”

Steve felt his cheeks heat up at the words.

“Okay then. If you guys don’t mind. There’s supposed to be a specific type of rabbit who burrows along this specific trail during the summer and they can grow to be nearly two feet long.”

“That sounds terrifying. Come tell everyone about it,” Robin said as she got up and offered him a hand.

He took it and made his way back to the group.

Everyone listened to him talk about their plan for tomorrow, not interrupting when he got sidetracking talking about the type of trees they would see and what kind of flowers tended to bloom during this particular time of year.

When Steve and Eddie slipped into their tent an hour or so later, they could have stayed in their respective sleeping bags.

But Steve was still too eager to talk about things, so Eddie sidled up next to him in his sleeping bag and held his hand while he talked for another hour about the waterfall they’d be seeing and the type of fish that would most likely be in the river.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #request #ficlet #secret nerd steve harrington #the party #jim hopper

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fandoms--fluff · 3 months

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Heloop can you do one of baby Mikaelson, that she is always with nik and Elijah but when Hayley comes to leave with them yn what to be with her

New Favorite

Baby Mikaelson sister reader x Hayley marshall (+ Klaus & Elijah)

Warnings: pregnancy?

A/n: I've been wanting to write something like this for a while and I got so happy when this request came in!

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You peek out from behind your big brother, Elijah's, leg. Across the room, where she's sitting on the couch with her legs crossed, is Hayley. The lady who all of your brothers and sister have been fighting about what should happen.

Apparently something happened with Niky and her, but no one will tell you and you've been too nervous to go up to Hayley and actually say something to her.

The closest you ever gotten to her is right now, holding on for dear life to Elijah's leg. You don't like being around people you aren't familiar with. Which I weird that you're feeling like that with Hayley, Elijah has been noticing, since you technically have met her before in Mystic Falls. But you guys did just move back to New Orleans and it's a bigger change for you considering you like being in Mystic Falls, that's sometimes hard to believe truthfully for him. Then again you don't have some horrendous memories of the place like the others do.

You look at what she's wearing and your eyes land on her hands. On her fingers, there are a couple rings in various shapes and some have a colorful stone on them.

Elijah is talking with Niky. It sounds like he's mad with him. Though that's not really concerning to you considering he and Elijah get into fights all the time, so you're used to it. The same with when Niky and Bekah also get into fights.

As they continue to squabble, you carefully start letting go of your big brother's leg and start to make your way over to Hayley. You move slowly, not wanting to accidently trip like you do sometimes when you're nervous or excited.

Hayley looks down and sees you standing a couple feet away the end of the couch supporting your small basically toddler frame. She smiles softly, she took a liking to you during her time in Mystic Falls. Even though she despised, and still kinda does, Klaus, she likes how he acts all soft and protective of you.

She's noticed you're basically always with either Elijah or Klaus. Whether that be them carrying you, holding your hand, you attached to their legs or just being in the same room.

"Hi there" She speaks to you first, her tone soft.

You look up at her with big eyes and take a small step towards her, still holding onto the couch cushions on the way. You lift your other tiny hand up to give her a small wave.

It takes you a moment to climb up on the couch and sit down on your knees, facing her.

She has to admit, You're pretty cute.

You look up at her face and then down at her hands, repeating that a couple more times. Your sight finally lands on her hands. The rings shine under the light.

She realizes it's her rings you're looking at, so she moves her hand and places it in front of you, right above your knees. "You like my rings?" She asks you quietly.

You wrap your tiny hands around her hand and start tracing the ring with a butterfly on it. It takes you a moment to reply, but quietly you finally say something, "Pretty." You mumbled before looking back up at her, your hands still clutched to hers.

"It is, isn't it?" She smiles.

Rebekah walks into the house from being out all day. She rolls her eyes at the two arguing. Instead, she made her way to the both of you.

"Well, I think it's time for a certain someone to get ready for bed," She tells you after reading the clock that's sitting on the mantel.

You frown before complying and climb off the couch. You reach up and grab your big sister's outstretched hand. As you guys start walking toward the stairs, you look back and wave a 'bye' to Hayley.

Over the next few months, you start spending more time with Hayley. You got attached to her quickly. She revealed to you about being pregnant with Klaus' child, earning an excited reaction from you, and getting a smile out of herself as well.

It seems as if you're spending more time with Hayley than your brothers. As Rebekah has teased your guys' brothers about.

Klaus sits with you on your bed, trying to get you to sleep. Which isn't working in his favor. When you want to be, you can be more stubborn than Rebekah, and that's saying something.

"It's past your bedtime" He whispers. He's not exactly trying that hard anyway, but you usually listen to him.

"Bad sleep" You frown up at him. "No, not bad sleep, you need sleep, or else you'll be grumpy in the morning," He says, leaving out the point on how Elijah will have his head if he lets you stay up way too late again.

"So let's lay back down, curl up, and go to sleep," He tells you softly, handing you your stuffed yellow teddy bear.

You slowly follow his wording and snuggle your teddy bear as he tucks you in. Your brother places a kiss on your head before turning the lamp off and slowly leaves the room.

After laying in your bed for ten minutes, unable to fall asleep, you sit back up and shuffle out of your bed.

You quietly walk out into the hallway until you find yourself in what used to be Kol's room and now is Hayley's. You patter in and Hayley looks up from her book to see you standing a couple feet away with your teddy bear clutched in your hand.

"Hey sweetie, aren't you supposed to be in bed" She asked you, already knowing the answer. "uh-uh" You shake your head and walk over to the bed and climb up with Hayley helping you.

"Whatever you say, hun" She chuckles.

You crawl closer to her. She lifts her right arm up, having you cuddle into her side. You move down a bit to rest your head on her pregnancy bump. You giggle from the feeling of magic coming from the baby. You're the only one who seems to be able to feel any of it.

You hug your teddy with one arm while your other hand is tracing shapes on Hayley's bump, tiredly. Not even ten minutes later, you're out like a light.

Klaus searches around the house, trying to find you. He hasn't seen you all morning. While he searches, Elijah stands up from where he's sat. "What's wrong?"

"I can't seem to find our baby sister anywhere" Klaus answers before leaving the room, obvious that you're not in here. Elijah follows after him.

"Have you checked Hayley's room?" Elijah asks him. That makes him pause before going up the stairs to where the bedrooms are.

He opens the door to the pregnant werewolf's room and walks in. What he sees makes him breathe a sigh of relief. Showing in front of them, Hayley and you are sound asleep, you cuddled into her arms with your bear still in your grasp.

"What are you two doing? There are more than enough reasons as to why not to wake up one of them, let alone both of them" Rebekah whisper at them, pulling the two men out of the bedroom and closing the door.

"But I think, you guys have been replaced with a new favorite" Rebekah smirks, nodding to Hayley's door before walking away.

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kalki-tarot · 5 months

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What your spirit guides want to say to you? 🤍

By : @kalki-tarot

I'll use tarot and my own intuition. So, this may not resonate with everyone. My readings should be taken for entertainment purposes only. I'm not responsible for any decisions you make on behalf of my readings.

Pick a picture that calls you the most down below :

1 - 2 - 3

PILE 1

Initials : V, K, B, L, M

Angel numbers : 44, 55

Colors : Purple, Grey, Dark green, Black

I sense that this spirit guide is an old lady, who's sweet and cute. They love you and wants the best for you.

"Stop fighting, stop resisting change dear. You are not letting the cycles to close or end itself. The time is here. Go for it! Whatever you think won't work out for you, will actually turn out to be great for you. Libra season was significant in closing off this cycle, but you're still holding onto things that you should not. Please accept that the past, is in the past. You're ruining your present and consequently your future too. It's time to walk away. The bad times will soon turn into good times. You'll celebrate in the near future. You can manifest marriage by visualizing or meditating on it before sleeping. It's the best time for you to do that. If you're preparing for an exam or a competition or if you wanna go study or travel abroad, then your hardwork will pay off and you'll be traveling overseas soon. You need to stop being passive aggressive to people. You need to be more expressive to the people around you. Only this way, people will know what's going in your mind."

PILE 2

Initials : V, S, K, D, M, P, Q

Angel numbers : 44, 444, any mirror numbers.

Colors : Black and white, purple.

This spirit guide is an old man, he has dark eyes, he is also blind. Like he has no eyes. He may look scary and strict but wants and helps everyone to reach their highest potential. My feet is suddenly getting a warm sensation from him lmao.

"I know you're emotional right now. There's no clear picture in front of your eyes. It feels as if you're walking in a dark cloudy room and you don't know where you're being led to. The cycle ended for good. Your life will turn upside down. You've seen it all. Now it's time for you to rise from the ashes, like a KING! You have to stand up for yourself, you're alone in this battlefield. The faster you understand this, the better. Don't hope for someone to help you. You may meet your future husband/wife in a bank. Or they work in a bank or some finance related work. You have a lot of options, keep that in mind. You're exhausted, take some rest and start again. New offers will be provided to you with emotional fulfillment and success is at the door for you. Listen to your intuition. Reach the highest self of yours, you are your own competition. Become better than your past self. That's all I have for now."

PILE 3

Alright this one is a fox! Or a wolf like animal. They are here to teach you wisdom and connect to your higher self. They are very fast and quick. They look white or silverish with black grey stripes and yellow shining eyes.

"You should go out and meet your friends. Someone in your friend circle is being toxic to you or sending you negative energy. Please be careful. Do not spend too much on a marriage ceremony. You may get tight on money later on. You will go through an awakening. It'll be very shocking for you. If you're going through a breakup, your partner will realize their mistakes and will apologize to you. Your life is soon gonna be very balanced."

#tarot reading #tarot blog #tarot cards #tarot #tarot and astrology #pick a card #pick a pile #tarot asks #tarot community #tarotblr #tarot blr #tarot lessons #tarot spread #tarjeta #tarotcommunity #tarot journal #astro observations #intuitive #witchblr

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beyondspaceandstars · 6 months

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Relationship Quizzes

Relationship: Carol Danvers x Reader Warnings: fluff!!!! Summary: Based off a random prompt: Person B and Person A taking couple quizzes on the Internet. A/N: I just saw The Marvels today and I am HAVING THOUGHTS. This is a short little thing. I was a little tipsy when I wrote this but I had fun. Also - I did take these quiz titles from actual Buzzfeed "relationship" quizzes I found so if they sound fun, they are out there. and it just so happened to work out really cute. You'll see. And I'm not lying about the quiz result in this one shot.

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"What are you up to?" Carol asked as she approached your sitting form. She had just finished some maintenance on the ship while you were cuddled under the one blanket on the bed in her ship. Your laptop was sprawled up on your lap.

"Did you ever used to take those couple quizzes that would come in magazines?" You asked while your eyes remained on the webpage in front of you. You had been browsing some social media when you came across one of those silly but cute Buzzfeed-like quizzes. An idea immediately popped in your head

When Carol asked if you'd like to spend some time in her world, you had eagerly agreed. When you met your girlfriend you hadn't been ignorant to the fact that she wouldn't be like the other girls you had been with and you were constantly amazed by her skills and dedication. So, taking some time off Earth to really see everything, see the galaxy, you were so pleased. But a couple of hours into your adventure you realized you were missing something: WiFi. The internet. Connection. It had taken you a hot minute to figure it out but you got it. And you were quite proud. Carol was a wizard with fancy space technology but when it came to your dedication to the internet, she didn't quite get it.

"Couple quizzes?" Carol repeated and thought for a second. "Like, those ones you'd take to figure out if you and your crush would be together?"

You nodded, eagerly. "I found some online that looks fun." You shifted over on the bed to make room beside you. "Come take a few with me."

Carol laughed and threw down a dirty towel she had been using during her ship maintenance. "What, are we twelve all of a sudden?"

You rolled your eyes and patted the space next to you on the bed. "Babe, come on. Humor me."

Your girlfriend sighed and finally caved. She slid under the blanket, your legs pressed against one another. You shifted the laptop so it was half on your thigh and half on Carol's.

Carol immediately started reading the page pulled up on the computer screen. Her brows furrowed. "'Create An Outfit From Urban Outfitters And We'll Reveal What's Missing In Your Relationship.' Honey, are you being serious?"

You couldn't help but laugh a little at your girlfriend's expression. "Yes, I know it's silly but come on, it can be entertaining."

"Fine, fine," Carol sighed as she took the helm and clicked the 'Start Quiz' button. The first question popped up.

Question 1: Let's start off with picking out a bra.

"Seriously?" Carol smirked.

"You read the title," you pointed out. "You know what you were in for."

"Fair enough," your girlfriend agreed. "Let's go with the white one. Keep it simple."

You agreed and made the selection.

Question 2: Pick a pretty dress.

"Oh, that's cute," you said as you pointed to an off-the-shoulder multi-colored dress.

"It's not bad," Carol agreed, "but you'll be able to see the bra straps and I don't think it'll work with those patterns. We should go with the white one, it has thick straps and it's flowy. Could be comfortable."

Your jaw went slack as you processed Carol's words. "You're taking this seriously now, huh?"

Carol laughed. "If we want to know what's missing in this relationship—as the quiz promises to tell us—we gotta be realistic here."

"Alright, alright," you caved. "White, flowy, thick-strapped dress it is." You selected the photo and moved on to the next question.

Question 3: Won't you need a jacket? Pick one.

"I don't know, will we need a jacket?" Carol asked in somewhat disbelief.

You shrugged. "Maybe it's fall time in the midwest. They didn't really set the scene for this outfit. I say we go with the leather jacket."

"I won't argue with that."

Question 4: Pick some comfy bottoms.

"What? Are they going under the dress?" Carol asked in confusion.

"I mean… Maybe?" You frowned at the computer. "These aren't very scientific."

"I need to manage my expectations. Go with the jean shorts, they should be fine."

You agreed and clicked the high-rise jean short photo.

Question 5: Of course, you can have the shoe of your choice.

"Oh, how nice of them, of course I can have shoes," Carol laughed.

You scoffed. "Stay focused, it's almost over. I think the black slide-ons will work."

Carol nodded. "Ties in with the leather jacket."

Question 6: Lastly, accessories make the outfit, so pick one.

"We are in the homestretch," you announced. "I think we should complete the look with sunglasses."

"Not the purse?" Carol asked.

"We have pockets on the leather jacket."

"You're so smart, babe."

You blushed as you selected the sunglasses and held your breath dramatically for the reveal… And there was nothing.

No results populated. It was blank. Whoever had made the quiz had apparently missed a crucial component.

Carol gasped. "We did all that for nothing?"

You bit your lip to stop yourself from bursting out laughing. "Maybe it means…nothing is missing. We're perfect."

Carol sighed and turned to face you. "My little optimist."

You giggled. "Well, what did you make of these results? Or lack thereof?"

Your girlfriend shrugged. "Maybe it means we're both cursed."

Now you could laugh again. "I actually think we're perfect."

Gently, Carol leaned in for a kiss, which you happily reciprocated.

"Should we try one more?" You asked after your lips separated. "These are really ridiculous."

"But you were right, they are kind of fun."

You smiled. "Awesome, one more it is then."

Carol agreed and gave you a full reign of the laptop. You typed and clicked away with Carol watching you closely. She liked your laptop, probably even like the idea of having it on board, but she never really used it when you offered it up to her.

After some browsing, you finally settled on a neutral but interesting-sounding quiz. "This one could be fun: What Relationship Type Do You Have With Your Partner?"

"There are different types of relationships?"

You nodded. "The quiz says so."

"Well, if the quiz says so," Carol smirked and motioned toward your laptop. "Let's go."

Question 1: How much do you and your significant other talk?

You and Carol both skimmed the options. And settled on the exact same one.

"We talk at least 100 hours a week."

"I can't get enough of you," you admitted and made the selection.

Question 2: How far away does your partner live?

"Oh, this was so not made for us," you laughed.

"Hey," Carol said in faux defence but she started laughing as well. "We make it work."

"Would you say we're in a long-distance situation? Or do we just live far apart but make time to see each other?"

"We make time, right?" Carol asked. Her tone dropped significantly. "I make time to see you."

You gave her a soft smile. "Of course you do, babe. You go beyond what I expect. I mean, I'm in space, right now. For you. With you."

Carol grabbed your hand and gave it a quick squeeze.

Question 3: What do you and your partner have in common?

"I want to say loyalty. Or everything."

"Yeah," you nodded, " but you don't like my music taste. Or my food preferences."

"I'm sorry I'm not into jazz or eating ketchup on scrambled eggs."

"Loyalty it is," you decided.

Question 4: What's one thing you'd change about your partner?

"Kind of a rude question," Carol mumbled. "Absolutely nothing, right? Unless you're going to take this as a chance to admit to me what I don't want to hear."

You shook your head. "Nothing." You could worship Carol. "Nothing at all. I'll take all of you. Flaws, perfections, and everything in between."

Question 5: What's something you'd leave your partner for?

You both read through the responses.

"Communication could ruin us," you pointed out.

"You're always right, babe."

Question 6: If your significant other was sad, how would you cheer them up?

You let out a light laugh at the options under the question. "You either shower me with so much affection when I'm upset or don't know what to do."

Carol lightly bumped her shoulder into you. "I like the more flattering option. You also shower me with affection. I almost have to peel you off me."

"You never peel me off you."

"I love you too much."

Question 7: Your significant other is working themselves way too hard. What do you do?

"Oh, this is so you," you point out to Carol. "All work, I swear."

"I am not-,"

"I am in your bed and you spent hours working on this ship."

Carol humphed. "Well, I'm here now."

"I would say I try to express to you how concerned I am about your…working habits."

Carol agreed, reluctantly. "You are allowed to express them."

"I am. And I will."

Question 8: Oh no – your S.O. is sick! What do you do?

"Soup," you decide as you read the options. "You do like to me soup when I'm sick. And watching movies. I love watching movies with you even when I'm sick."

You saw Carol's cheeks get rosy. "Do you enjoy my soup?"

"Your soup?" You smirk. "I didn't know you owned Campbell's Soup."

Carol laughed.

Question 9: How well do you think you really know your partner?

"'I feel like I know every facet of,'" you read off the webpage.

"Yeah," Carol agreed. "That one."

You placed a quick pack on her cheek. Her skin was still rosy and pink.

Question 10: And lastly, do you see a future with this person?

"Of course," you whispered. "I never want us to be apart even for a second."

Carol said nothing but gave your thigh a tight squeeze. You could've pounced on her then and there.

As you made the final selection, you once again held your breath and waited on the edge of your seat for the result.

This time, it actually worked. A confetti animation decorated the screen as your quiz result populated.

"'The super-love relationship,'" you read off the computer screen, "'Wow, your relationship is like one of those whirlwind Hollywood romances that everyone dreams of having! It's like some sort of fairytale, but it's clearly not fiction.'"

Carol let out a surprised but pleased yell at the results. "We actually are perfect," she noted. "You were right."

You hummed in agreement. "Like some sort of fairytale. That sure does describe how I feel."

"Really?"

You nodded. "Sometimes I can't believe you're real. And that I'm here. And you're mine."

Carol subtly intertwined her hand with yours. "I'm always gonna be yours, babe."

"We're so cheesy," you muttered. "I love us."

Carol smiled. It was so genuine and intriguing. "I love us, too."

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Tbh you lament what people say about you and bemoan "harrassment and bullying". Yet you told RLM to "eat a bag of dicks" unprompted. You said Oneyplays "Are assholes, fuck them!". You'll constantly lecture your own fans, angrily yelling at them for asking when new Power Rangers are out, or for giving you simple, solid advice like below. You say youve calmed down in reviews yet still yell at the comic creators over minor stuff. The comments you complain about getting seem tame in comparison.

Okay, first of all I did not tell RLM to "eat a big of dicks" unprompted. What I said was "Eat a dick, jackass" while talking about the Plinkett Reviews in regards to how parts of them have not aged well, in particular the line that I felt was a bit racist - "Black people don't like Star Wars" (to be clear - I don't think anyone at RLM is racist [AFAIK]. The remark itself feels like it is, though, but that's also emblematic of edgier, wince-inducing internet humor from the time - we're all guilty of awful jokes like this to some degree, myself included). Now I ended up removing this line from the Star Wars Prequel reviews compilation because I realized it was needlessly inflammatory towards them and some perceived it as me attempting to star a beef with them… when of course I don't want to start a beef with ANYONE, much less someone much, MUCH more popular than me.

And no, I did not say Oneyplays "Are assholes, fuck them" (unless I said this on Twitter a long while ago). I'm assuming this is in reference to a part of the Fallout: New Vegas streams. Someone in the superchats asked a question relating to them and my other guests didn't know who they are. I proceeded to spend all of 40 seconds calmly explaining (though admittedly with a bit of light irritation) "They're other streamers, one of whom apparently does a GREAT impression of me. They're also responsible for popularizing calling me Lightbringer, soooo… screw 'em." That was it. But apparently "screw 'em" was TOO MUCH for a lot of people, because I got flooded with hate from that - videos made about how I was "TRIGGERED!" and "HAD A MELTDOWN!" Because that was one of the first public times I ever talked about how I wasn't okay with the nickname. We'll circle back around to this in a minute.

"You'll constantly lecture your own fans, angrily yelling at them for asking when new Power Rangers are out-" Aaand right there you prove that you don't actually watch my stuff. You're just repeating the same garbage from people who ALSO don't watch my stuff, but assume I have not changed at all, that I am the same person forever whose opinions don't change, whose attitude doesn't change, never gets better, etc.

Because I haven't been angry at people asking when the next History of Power Rangers is out in ALMOST TEN YEARS.

And the reason I know that number in particular is because I started my Patreon in 2014. The question annoyed me so much because I didn't have an answer for them and it seemed like they didn't care about anything else I did. But then I started my Patreon and one of the Milestone goals was actual release dates for HOPR. And thus since then I've been able to answer when new ones are coming out.

You want to know how NOT angry I am about the question I am now? I put it on t-shirts.

You can buy them at https://atop-the-fourth-wall.creator-spring.com/listing/when-is-hopr?product=2 and https://atop-the-fourth-wall.creator-spring.com/listing/when-is-hopr-03?product=2 (I was going to post pictures of them but Tumblr keeps breaking when I try). There's a third one, but I don't think I put that one back up because it was intended for Shark Robot where colors are limited and it didn't do very well.

But this is a thing that's brought up by people who hate me - my irritation at the question as if it was still something that bothered me because, again, they cannot conceive that maybe I've changed. No, I am cringe forever and there is nothing I can say or do that will satisfy them.

But no, I "lecture people constantly" evidently. People say I'm obsessed about this topic, about the bullying, that I just talk about it soooo much and I can't move on from it and it haunts my every waking moment and that such "simple, solid advice" like "Be okay with being bullied" is met with unreasonable hostility and my mind fixated on it constantly.

Unless of course you actually look at what I post, what I reblog, what I tweet about and then you discover "Oh, he actually only talks about it when people bring it up to him. He only made that thread because he said the harassment is starting to rise up again and that was days and days ago and hasn't said anything about it since. In fact, on this very Tumblr he's only bringing it up again because somebody ELSE is bringing it up, allowing him a chance to further break down why asshole behavior is still asshole behavior.

So let's bring this back to the "screw 'em" thing. You'll notice that in none of these longer rambling statements I've made have I brought them up. Sure, in that 40 seconds during the stream I did… but that was in the middle of the first wave of it where it really WAS affecting me psychologically hard… and I have not talked about them on stream since then. I don't talk about them in these threads. I don't tell my fans to harass them. I don't make up some nickname for them or mock them or do anything other than maybe some frustration at them during the thread a few years ago (and I am explicitly telling my fans not do so - if you want to be an asshole to them, you can fuck off from my fans). Because I don't WANT to talk about them. They can do whatever the hell they want on their streams. They can call me Lightbringer there, make weird memes about me. It's THEIR space to do with as they please.

The problem is entirely that their fans come to MY space to be assholes. To repeat those memes, to bully me and call me the name. Some do it innocently, thinking I'm okay with it (which, again - is who that thread was directed towards)… but there are others who are being assholes about it. And I'm going to call them assholes about it and block them. And I'm still not going to talk about Oney because I don't want to - they're not the ones who are spamming Lightbringer in my chat or comments or trying to find some way of sneaking it into the comments past my comment filters to try to get a gotcha on me. Hell, I've gotten some people who have said they discovered me and love my stuff now BECAUSE Oney talked about me.

And I'd really like to know which recent review you saw where I was specifically attacking creators in the manner you seem to think I did. Because being angry at a plot point or a narrative decision is not the same thing as attacking a creator. I'll freely tell you about the ones I HAVE specifically called out for shittiness - the racist, the homophobic, the sexual harassers, the transphobic, the one that spread misinformation, or just the greedy assholes. But just looking at the list of the last 50+ episodes I've done that maybe… once or twice? And even despite ALL those horrible things, I STILL tell my fans to leave them alone - to not start fights with them, to not send my videos to them, etc. Because I don't want my fans to be bullies, either.

I will end this with one final thing: "The comments you complain about getting seem tame in comparison." Yeah, well, that's because you're you and I'm me. Something that seems innocuous to one person may be deeply triggering for someone else. Something that seems like an innocent joke might actually be really fucking with someone mentally, as it was for me. And that's why I've tried to tell people "Hey, please don't do that." Maybe I do it aggressively. But sometimes that's the only way people will listen. If people are still doing it even after I've expressed how much it harms me - telling me that I should just "get over it" or "let them do it and respond with a laugh" even though I keep saying it DOES affect me, then those people are assholes and I don't see why I should give them the time of day.

Hopefully this lengthy response (I really am a windbag) helps people understand or it clears up some bullshit. And if it's still not good enough for you, then nothing less than complete capitulation to being called Lightbringer is the only thing that will satisfy you… well, fuck off.

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intuitively-her · 11 months

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How can you improve your finances?

Pile 1-(Page of pentacles, 8 of pentacles, Page of cups, 7 of cups, Knight of swords, 3 of swords, 4 of wands rx, 9 of swords, Death) *angel answers: You're ready! ; communicate clearly with others

You've gotta do some self-improvement babe. Get focused and figure out what career path fits you best. Now is the time to hustle! Separate your needs and wants. Figure out your likes and dislikes. Stop being so unsure of yourself. You've got this! Set small goals, and then move to the bigger ones. Life is not a race. Pace yourself. Stop searching for the "perfect" thing and realize the potential that already surrounds you. Everything you need is right in front of you. Literally at your fingertips! You've got to change your negative thinking and eliminate your fears as well. It seems like you had some type of falling out with someone or maybe there was some drama at a past workplace. It feels like this has caused you to turn cold and not be as receptive to others. You need to connect and put yourself out into the world more. Closing yourself off like this will only create more blockages.

Pile 2-(Temperance, Wheel of fortune, 6 of pentacles rx, Queen of swords, King of swords, The Moon rx, Ace of swords, 8 of cups, 8 of swords) *angel answers: Don't stop! ; Ask your angels

It's time to pour into your own cup for once. Do something nice for yourself. Even if it means a solo date/vacation. Practice discipline with people and certain habits you have. This could include smoking, etc. Learn to say no! Stop hanging out with that certain friend/lover when you know you shouldn't be. This could even be people that come and ask you for money often. Don't be so over extensive to others. Not everyone deserves your time and energy. You need to start seeing people/situations for what they really are. Take your rose-colored glasses off pls. Your environment/whoever you're choosing to spend time with is literally holding you back. You're too distracted and over giving to others right now. Go into hermit mode and focus on yourself for a while.

Pile 3-(The Star, The High Priestess, 9 of pentacles, 4 of pentacles, 5 of pentacles, The Sun, 2 of swords, 5 of wands, Queen of cups, Knight of cups, Page of wands) *angel answers: It's up to you! ; Ask for help from others *angel # confirmation: 555

You need to stay true to yourself and do what you feel is right. Follow your intuition! It's stronger than what you think. I feel like sometimes you let opinions of others affect you. This may cause you to get in your head a lot about whether or not you're doing the right thing. These people could never reach the success that you're meant to reach in this life. So stop giving their opinions so much weight. Stop caring what others think. Stop telling people about your ideas. Just follow your dreams! Whatever creative ideas you have right now, put them into action. Maybe you've been wanting to start a small business or something related? DO IT! I'm also feeling like you don't enjoy a lot of attention and may like to remain in the background. You're meant to be in the spotlight babe! You've gotta get used to it. I think there's actually many people that would want to collaborate with you. You have to express yourself more. BE WHO YOU ARE!🤣 Seriously tho, you need to get comfortable in you own skin. Let people see the real you. You're way too amazing to keep yourself hidden the way you do.😘

*channeled song: Human nature by Madonna

Pile 4-(8 of wands, The Lovers rx, 3 of cups, 2 of cups, 2 of pentacles, 8 of pentacles, 6 of cups, 6 of swords) *angel answers: Wait! ; Romance *angel # confirmation: 888

You need some balance in your life. I'm feeling in your relationships mainly. This could be with family. Maybe there's some loose ends from your past that still need to be tied? You've gotta balance your work and play as well. It's okay to let yourself have fun, but not to the point where the party life controls you. For others, you need to go out and have more fun! Stop keeping yourself so wrapped up in work. Practice having more control in situations and standing your ground. Stop letting others walk all over you. Travel would benefit you as well. Even if it's just an hour or so away. I feel like seeing different walks of life will open your mind to new possibilities. Lastly, you need to go with the flow of life more. I know you're probably tired of hearing that.🤣 Everything will happen as it's supposed to tho. You are right where you need to be. I promise babe.

#tarot #tarot reading #pick a card #pick a pile #pick an image

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lino-nyangi · 1 year

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imagine you and lee know still being in that weird space where you’re not together but you both know there’s something between you two, and one day, when you’re hanging out at your place, you challenge minho to stare into each other’s eyes without looking away and he gets all nervous and is struggling really hard to not look down to your lips……. i’m 🥹

PLEASE i don't like being stuck in between and like not knowing... what we are like no labels whatsoever but if it means being close to him........ fine i guess as long as it's not sexual.

wc: <0.9k

warnings: just mutual pining, mentions of food. not proofread!

your heart would feel like bursting every time you're together because you have the biggest crush on him and it just feels different. whenever you're with him, the mood immediately changes. he feels right, almost like he feels the same way like you can't be insane. you know he's considerate enough to not play with your feelings, so there must be something.

something in the way his tone changes and becomes softer when he addresses you. in the way he looks after you, noticing the smallest details: your mood, your hairstyle, is this lipstick new? the color looks pretty on you. offering you rides when it's raining. buying your favorite snacks (of course he already caught on those). keeping a soft grip on your sleeve or an arm ghosting over your shoulder in crowded places so you don't feel nervous. because he wants you to know he's there but at the same time doesn't want to touch you until he gets your explicit consent, or you hold him instead, which is all he wants honestly. in the way he reaches across the table to ever so gently brush a strand of hair away from your face, prompting you to continue what you were talking about, not realizing he jumbled up your train of thoughts.

how he texts and calls you all the time and gets called out in front of you by hyunjin for doing that but not even reading his messages. how when you're together, none of his friends tries to make a move on you, no one questions who's this person he's spending a lot of time with, as if you're already his.

something in the way it feels exclusive when it's not, at least not verbally. in the way he looks at you, just like now. even though it's a stupid staring contest you started while you wait for the food delivery. he's been to your place multiple times, and that already says a lot. you've let him in where you're the most vulnerable and your cat likes him, so that must be a sign.

you instantly regret suggesting this game. who were you kidding? you couldn't keep eye contact for shit, especially not with him. his eyes are so pretty and somehow always sparkling. the way the thick lashes feather over his brown irises make them look impossibly soft. you want to look at them forever, but at the same time they make your heart beat out of your chest.

if only you knew he felt exactly the same. maybe you do, minho thinks, or hopes. he's certainly not able to be subtle about the way his eyes keep itching to travel down to your soft lips, his pursed in a nervous smile. he's not sure if he wants you to notice the blush on his ears or not. if you do, he'll win the staring contest and then tease you for losing to brush off your remark. if you don't, he gets to keep his feelings for himself a little longer. at least as long as he needs to gather his thoughts and ask you out properly. he knows it's kind of selfish, keeping you hooked. but he also knows you could've just walked away if you weren't interested, he's figured that much about your personality. or much more actually.

your little game gets interrupted by the delivery service, so none of you wins. but you blink away first at the bell so he still announces his victory.

he fetches the food for you, having also ordered it on his name, with his money. another thing that made your stomach churn and heart flutter. living alone was already scary, so as soon as he felt like it wasn't weird to say, he offered that you use his name for any delivery you have, just to be safe from creeps. if an uber or any strange man asks, you live with him and he's waiting for you at home. it's all small acts of service that made you feel so safe around him, or just knowing he's there whenever.

you snuggle closer to him than usual on the couch while you watch, hoping he doesn't notice. "it's cold tonight." you mumble an unprompted excuse. he gives you a quick glances before reaching for the folded knitted blanket on his side, draping it over your form. now you have no excuse. sigh.

"do you... want?" you trail, words failing you as you motion the blanket over his lap before you hear his answer, probably the boldest move you made today. progress maybe?

he doesn't mind, humming and adjusting the blanket on the two of you. you could swear he voluntarily shifted closer as well.

you rub your feet together through your socks nervously while you watch him put on his shoes in the doorway, ready to leave. too soon.

"minho."

"hm?"

"are you... free tomorrow?"

"tomorrow? hmm," he repeats, looking up as if to think about his schedule for the next day. it's so cute, this little thing he does when he's thinking, lips pouted in concentration.

he blinks back at you, "no i don't."

you can't help but giggle, he was too obvious. "what did you just cancel?"

he laughs back sheepishly after being caught, "nothing. just errands that could be postponed. what do you want to do?"

#i got carried away sorry #i want to be his friend and just crush on him in hidden #lee know fluff #minho fluff #lee minho fluff #lee know x reader #lee know fanfic #kpop imagines #stray kids imagine #stray kids imagines #kpop scenarios #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz imagines #stray kids fanfic #skz scenarios

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emi-simps · 1 year

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some kenma headcanons i have

tw; none that i can think of but am open to changing if necessary just send me an ask. :)

a/n: not edited definitely grammatical errors but i'm lazy and don't care :D

kenmas main love language is gift giving.

he definitely gets you your own gaming setup that’s the same as his, but it’s themed after your favorite things and colors.

Do you need one with that much top-of-the-line equipment if you’re just a casual gamer? no absolutely not, and he knows this, but he knows it’s some of the best equipment and that’s why he got it

he also gifts you new games on things like steam without even asking, you’ll just get on and see an inbox full of games or add on's he gifted you.

kuroo jokingly calls him your sugar daddy

if you ever ask why or express that you don’t think you’re worthy of all of his gifts he’s actually so confused cause he’s just so in love with you that the idea that you don’t deserve the best is actually impossible to him

he also expresses how he’s so thankful for you cause he’s not stupid, he knows being with him can’t be easy cause he’s always so busy and there’s times where he has no time to spend with you even though he always does his best to give you as much time or attention as he can

he’s always ready to drop whatever he’s doing if you need him though, no matter if he’s streaming or in a meeting for his company he’ll always come when you need him.

he’s definitely the type to remember everything, even if you don’t think he’s listening.

if you come to tell him something while he’s gaming, he’ll specifically turn the volume down so he can hear you better, he’d even go as far as to mute who he’s playing with if they get too loud or distracting.

definitely the type of boyfriend where he thinks you look beautiful/handsome no matter what, even when you first wake up with bed head, morning breath and the lines from the pillowcase on your cheek.

takes off your birthday/anniversary every year, no matter what, if it falls on one of his streaming days, he’ll tweet to his fans that the stream is being moved, he mentions why and won’t even apologize cause his fans know by know that you come first always, and its fine cause they love you. if there’s a meeting that way, he has them either reschedule it or leaves it up to someone he trusts to act in his place.

has a bunch of candid photos of you, ones where you know he’s taking pictures of you as well but there’s just something about candid pictures that make his heart clench, and when i say a bunch, i mean a bunch, if anyone sends him any they're being saved.

his lock-screen and home screen are both photos of you, his password is either your birthday or your anniversary.

his lap is always open to you if you want to sit and cuddle or chat, even if he’s streaming, he’ll gently kiss your temple and whisper asking if you’d like him to log off, and he knows when your no is genuine and when you’re just saying no because you don’t want to upset anyone.

he’s quick to shut down rumors that you’re controlling, manipulating or abusing him in any way, assuring his fans that everything he does for you he does of his own volition.

“Kodzuken is a simp” starts trending after that, you and kuroo make jokes about it cause, people just now realized? he doesn’t care though, he’s so i love with you he’d do anything for you.

if he’s ever drained, he’ll absolutely just find you and either plop down next to you and cuddle up if you’re sitting or lying down or if you’re standing just come and hug you before nuzzling his face into you.

#emi.simps #kenma imagine #kenma x reader #kenma drabble #kenma scenario #haikyuu kenma #kenma fluff #kozume kenma #kenma x you #kenma kozume #haikyu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you

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deadlynavigation · 11 months

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can u write more wednesday fics/headcanons ??????????????????

um absolutely

(not my gif, and not representative of what reader looks like- just sets the vibe)

Yalls relationship did not start with "what's your favorite color?" or "that's a cool shirt, where'd you get it?"

No no no

It started down at the most random convention, like torture methods or a semi-annual serial killer get-together

Or just a cute lil park where Wednesday had been dragged to by one of his normie friends

But anyways

Serial killer tea party, you bump into each other and you panic

You don't want anyone thinking you're an actual murderer

So no, you don't kill people for sport, and no, you don't know any of these killers

Wednesday was a little disappointed, but he can't go looking for a beautiful person with murderous tendencies- that's too much to ask for

But he puts up with your rant, kinda leaning back and watching your face scrunch up all cute

You eventually realize he's not listening

Later, when you run into him again (it's a small convention)

(He also wanted to know more about the handsome bastard who doesn't kill- just likes seeing other people who kill)

He asks you over for tea next Wednesday afternoon

And in turn, you ask for his name

That was a fun conversation

"Wednesday." "No, I know when we're meeting, I just want to know your name." "And it's Wednesday." "It's actually Friday today."

It's fine, he thinks you're cute

He'll let it slide

So you go out for tea and spend hours talking about the most absurd of subjects

By the end of your meetup, the tea is cold, you've scheduled a date and Wednesday has fallen in love

He's also planned his proposal to you- his great-grandmother's ring, pried off of her corpse himself, and a shady hilltop

But he can't chase you off just yet

So more dates

And more pining on both sides

After a few months, you get tired of waiting and grab Wednesday by the impeccable tie

Drag him down (or up) to you

And kiss him like your life depends on it

He's blushing for a solid week afterward

He never blushes. The color, in his mind, is repulsive

But you aren't, so he blushes just for you

Pretty boy

After the kiss, a lot changes-

Wednesday is touching you a lot more

A hand on the waist, squeezing every so often or pulling you into his side

Forehead and cheek kisses at any time- be prepared

Jump scares followed by apology hugs

Yeah, he stopped doing those

But a lot more physical contact

Also gifts

Like he's rich enough to afford these things, so why not spoil you??

He doesn't understand why you turn away the million dollar presents

Like babe only the best for you

Anyways that's my first headcanon

how'd I do?

(Navigation)

#male wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams x reader #headcanon #wednesday addams #male!wednesday addams #fluff #requests

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wasyago · 1 year

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okay don't mind me just gonna ramble for a second haha-

(this was originally going to be under the drawing, but it got too long, and i can't add it in a reblog because both things are on queue, so separate post it is)

i just love how every time i start a drawing im like "well alright, just a quick sketch yea? no color, maybe some gray to white gradient and that's it, okay?". and then i start drawing (and obviously it takes longer than i thought because duh) and i go "okay but- i gotta at least do the flat colors, right? just the flats- maybe even some random colors to not spend too much time on it--". and then. of course. i do the flats, and im pretty happy with the result yeah? looks simple but not too simple, like it has some color some personality to it, but its not over the top so. so, i leave the drawing i go to get some water and start on an actual piece, and when i come back and take a look at what i drew its like, "well. listen. listen-- yeah im still pretty happy with how it looks but, but. it could be a little better, yea?" and then i sit down, put my water down, put my other drawing to the side, and i sit there making this quick sketch look better. "oh i don't like the colors anymore! but its all on one layer now so i can't exactly change them, plus i still like the idea, so maybe some filters? yeaj some filters on top will do!" (and of course its a yellow shade filter, because im original like that and 90% of my drawings don't also have it on). and then i add them filters and i think" well maybe some bounce light now? surely it already looks better with the filter but its kinda flat, and i want to bring *a little bit* of the original color in" so i add the bounce light, but now it looks out of place! shocker! so i decide that surely i can maybe add some grass at the bottom to hide the edge of the drawing a little. and well, alright, grass looks good, but its too dark, brings a lot of attention to it! and i can't exactly make it lighter, so, the logical choice would be to make the characters darker too, bring some contrast into the thing! and lets just do all the values while we're at it, why not! patterns to the horse, make the pants and skin darker, yes yes. and, oh- but now the eyes are lost because there's more dark hues! gotta make a new layer on top and make them eyes a little bit darker, maybe also color the bandana red and not brown so it looks special, hm? oh and! while we're on this top layer, lets also fix up the hair a little, maybe add some blush... oh and the straps of the saddle look weird, gotta fix those too! oh man and not that i look at it-- the head is too big! lets merge all the layers together and start that same thing over again! yes yes make the head a little smaller, yeah looks much better now! oh, better add some fading as well, to make it fit in the background a little, oh and some glow, suuure sure, and some lights in the eyes, and-

(and now that im looking at it, i realize that i somehow didn't save the final version????? like, i did a lot more to the thing, fixed up the saddle and that awkward shade oh his knee, and the grass-- i wont fix it now because NOW im too lazy to do it for some reason, but yeah, a bit unfortunate u_u)

anyways, point being, love art, art is pog, wish i cared a little less about it sometimes, but it also turnes this into this (imagine me pointing at the drawings as i say that, overly dramatic and sounding a little annoyed with myself)

#yagotalk #my art #sketch #wooo yeah woo yeah art

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corrodedseraphine · 1 year

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have mercy on me | #1 mercy

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

chapter summary: When Chrissy breaks Eddie's heart you are the only one who saves him from drowning. Meanwhile, your dreams to feel what it's like to be much closer to him than you've had the chance to be before become reality. You are given a whole week in heaven, only to have it violently ripped from your hands later.

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song that I used here: Lewis Capaldi - Mercy

I don't promise it will be good, for real. I just had to find some way to deal with the low point I was in and something like this came out. It is possible that in this chapter everything happens too fast and chaotic.

When Eddie started dating Chrissy he was on cloud nine. The Hawkins High princess noticed the freak? After breaking up with Jason, she ran straight into Eddie who welcomed her with open arms. He felt as if he had just won the lottery, as if suddenly the Fourth of July celebrations had come much earlier and the sky was covered with a million beautiful colors. The breakup of the royal couple remained on the lips of all students for weeks, and rumors that someone had seen Chrissy somewhere with Eddie spread with the speed of light. For Chrissy, he was just a temporary escape from Jason. A way to annoy him after the breakup. For Eddie, she was a saint. The first love that completely blinded him, he lost himself mindlessly in her lovely voice, her flawlessly beautiful body, the sweet lies she whispered in his ear wanting to wrap him around her finger. He gave all of himself to her, believing that someday he would get the same in return. He waited patiently until she would one day be able to tell him those magical three words that he repeated to her over and over again. He tried to be patient when once again she said that those words were too important and she needed more time to get to them. So he waited. He waited for weeks, until weeks turned into months. Still not getting an answer, he told himself that everyone is different, that he shouldn't worry about it. So when, after a fourth month of waiting, he went to her house, when he knew she would be there alone, because for some reason she never wanted him to visit her when her family was home, he found her and Jason half naked on the couch his heart broke for the first time.

The fairy tale had come to an end. He returned to the reality that had brutally trampled his heart. Filled with despair, he returned to the trailer, where he suddenly began to realize what had actually been going on for the past time. The answers to all these doubts began to come up on their own, why she didn't want him to visit her when someone was home, why she didn't want to spend time with him at his house, why she kept avoiding getting to know Uncle Wayne, why she didn't come to any concerts...The truth was sometimes brutal, just like first love which mercilessly crushed not only his heart but also his self-confidence and self-esteem. The sadness that overwhelmed him was unbearable, he knew he couldn't cope with it alone, so his feet carried him on their own to where he always felt safe. Seeing his condition, you quickly let him inside, where all his walls collapsed. Curled up, he lay on your lap crying his eyes out as you gently stroked his hair wanting to bring any kind of comfort. Your heart suffered along with him. When you love someone you are not able to look indifferently at their pain. Despite the fact that from the very beginning you saw through Chrissy and her motives, you didn't say anything, not wanting to seem jealous. Everyone around you knew you had a crush on him, fortunately Eddie, always blinded by Chrissy's glow, suspected nothing. Could you have protected him from all this? If you had said what you were thinking earlier wouldn't he now be experiencing one of the many breakdowns that were yet to come? It didn't matter. It was already too late. Now all you could do was give him the support he needed, and that's what you were going to do. Over the following weeks you were by his side almost day by day, little by little leading him out of the bottom he was at. Little by little you brought back the light that was so lacking in his life. After less than a month, Eddie was smiling again. A vibrant Eddie came back with big dreams and the determination to make them come true. One of those steps was to win a contest that was held in a town near Hawkins in one of the most popular bars, which was called Soul. One of the judges was to be a music producer, who would provide the winner a music album contract. Corroded Coffin had a chance, and you decided to focus all your energy and attention on writing the best songs the world could hear, which involved hours and sleepless nights that you spent at Gareth's garage. Sometimes, however, you spent them with Eddie alone lying shoulder to shoulder on the floor of his trailer. These moments were much more meaningful than you might think. After Uncle Wayne would leave for work after hours of listening to your brainstorms and leave you completely alone in their small house the atmosphere changed. Eddie's heart sped up when he heard your laughter. He wanted to hear it more often. A shiver ran through his body when your fingers accidentally touched. He thought more and more about how he wished he could hold your hand whenever he got the chance. He remembered every moment when you hugged, in Chrissy's arms he never felt as safe as in yours. From her he had never felt the kind of affection that you conveyed to him with your every little touch. In her voice he never heard something strange that sounded like adoration in your tone. Was it possible that after all he had been through recently his heart was able to fall in love again? The same heart that, torn into tiny pieces, you gently took into your hands and with extreme patience stitched back together?

"I think... we're officially done, Eddie." you said, closing the notebook in which you wrote down the lyrics. From the very beginning, you helped the guys with song writing and from time to time performed with them as a second voice singing in the background for Eddie. "We are officially ready to crush the competition. First place is ours!" you shouted excitedly while hugging the notebook tightly to your chest.

"I can't believe it!" he replied equally excitedly and swiftly took you in his arms, feeling his warmth and satisfaction at how good a job you had done you felt like crying with happiness. "Thank you sweetheart, if it weren't for you I would probably be below the bottom by now." He kissed you on the forehead, and you moved slightly away from him so that you could look at him.

"You don't have to thank me Eddie, I'm always here for you whenever you need me." you said still smiling while looking into those beautiful chocolate button eyes. For a few seconds he kept his gaze on yours however after a moment it went a little lower straight to your lips. Feeling something completely new being born between you, you didn't dare move from your place. He was the first to move closer. Tilting his head slightly to the side, he brushed your lips with his own and your world swirled. It was the moment when everything else disappeared. Another brushing, which turned to slightly stronger over time until finally his hand landed on your cheek drawing you as close to him as possible. When you reciprocated it Eddie felt, for the first time in his life, what it was like when another person communicates feelings to someone else through a kiss. When you reciprocated the kiss Eddie felt, for the first time in his life, what it was like when another person communicates feelings to someone else through a kiss. What it was like to get that surge of energy from the other person, rather than only giving it. You paused the kiss to take a moment to breathe. A wide smile was painted on your face at the sight of which his whole chest was overcome with warmth. It was as if that smile contained a feeling of home filled with the warmth of the fireplace.

"I... really like you Eddie." you said quietly. Maybe it wasn't quite true because you had been sure for a long time that you were in love with him, but you didn't want to startle the moment with such a big word.

"And I really like you too y/n." he replied leaning in for another kiss, but you pushed back.

"Before this all goes too far... I just want to be sure that everything is over between you and Chrissy. I don't want to be a consolation prize, I don't want to be second choice..." you said uncertainly. The moment of silence between the two of you made panic begin to rise in you, seeing this he quickly began to speak further. "I understand this, And I can assure you…" he took your hand and pressed it to his heart. "I swear on my own heart that you are not a consolation prize nor a second choice. You are my lighthouse that in the midst of the storm helped me to return home safely."

That was all you needed to hear. Without waiting a moment longer, you threw yourself into his arms again and together, watching the sun rise over Hawkins, you waited for Uncle Wayne to return from work to immediately show off your finished songs. The old man was happy to see your excitement and, despite his fatigue, insisted that you absolutely had to play them for him, which you did with the help of Eddie's acoustic guitar. You wanted to remember this moment for the rest of your life, because it was one of the most beautiful moments. The sunrise not only announced a new day, but also the beginning. Filled with hope, you felt that this would be the beginning of something great.

The next week was like out of the most beautiful fairy tale in the world. You spent every moment possible together, when at lunch you sat next to each other his hand was still on your thigh and his thumb was stroking it through the material of your jeans. Walking down the corridor feeling your hands rubbing against each other not sure if you wanted that, he grabbed yours with his pinky finger. Sensing this your face immediately lit up with a smile and his knees softened. He still didn't get out of his awe at how different everything was from what he had with Chrissy. Or rather, what he didn't have. You didn't care what people would think when they saw you together, which is why you greeted him every day with a hug in front of the whole school. It wasn't new that you were present at the Hideout performances, you were always there, sometimes present on stage as well, but this time things were different. His view of love began to turn a hundred and eighty degrees, he began to notice everything that was missing the first time. During the week, he felt more loved than he had in all those months with her. A week. That's right, a week. That's exactly how long your happiness lasted. Going to school on Monday, you had no idea that this would be the day when a beautiful dream would turn into a nightmare. You didn't know that while you were spending the weekend with Robin preparing your outfit for the competition, he got a call from Chrissy asking for a meeting.

"Forgive me Eddie." she said when they met in the woods at an old picnic table. "Forgive me please." She had tears in her eyes as she grabbed his hand.

"I don't know Chrissy..." he whispered still having a million thoughts a minute in his head. Hearing her voice, which was once pure sweetness to him, he felt it slowly breaking.

"I am your first love, Eddie. First love is something extraordinary, remember? Remember how you said that first love is always worth fighting for if necessary?" she placed her hand on his cheek. "You won't regret it, darling, I promise that this time everything will be different."

Little did you know that her sweet lies once again took over his entire mind and he accepted her back. Chrissy was his first love and despite how wonderful he felt in your company he decided that if he had the chance he would try to rebuild that very first love. Once again blinded by promises, he believed that things would be different now. He believed that Chrissy would be able to give him the same as you did. If she promises it will be so, right?

"Eddie!" you shouted upon seeing him by his car. You already wanted to throw your arms around his neck as you always do, but he moved back with a quick motion.

"y/n we need to talk..." he said in a shaky voice. He didn't expect it to be so difficult. He felt like crying when he saw your terrified face. You weren't stupid. You knew what was about to happen.

Out of the blue, Chrissy appeared next to him. "Hi babe." she said smiling charmingly. Later, her gaze fixed on you. Confused you stood looking at him in disbelief.

"Y/n..." he began, extending his hand toward you. With the remnants of strength you had in you, you forced yourself to smile weakly.

"I am happy for you Eddie." you lied. You weren't happy at all. You felt like screaming, crying, smashing something. "It's fine, we can still be friends." you choked out and walked away. That day you didn't go to class. You spent the whole day at Family Video in the back room crying into Steve's shoulder, who could not calm you down in any way.

The following days were even worse. Pretending that everything was fine between you and Eddie was devastating you from the inside out. During breaks, you spent more time with Robin wanting to avoid hearing about how good he was after returning to Chrissy, but as far as you could see her behavior hadn't changed. She was still ashamed of who Eddie was. She was still unable to even grab his hand under the table at the cafeteria. To do so she would first have to sit by him yet she didn't dare to do that either.

The contest was fast approaching, which meant more rehearsals. More rehearsals meant more torture of being in Eddie's company and pretending. You felt like you were on the edge. You felt you were just one spark short of lighting a fire. A fire that broke out at one of the rehearsals a week before the show.

"Do you think we can write another song?" asked Eddie as he entered the garage.

"It depends what kind and about what." Gareth shrugged his shoulders. The rest of the band could sense all the negativity in the air but they didn't want to get into it, so they left it unsaid.

"I want to write a song for Chrissy, I was able to persuade her to come with us to the contest. Some kind of a love song could be fine." about first love." He didn't dare look at you when he said that. He had been looking at you less and less lately because the sight of your eyes reddened from crying kept him awake at night. He knew he had broken your heart and it hurt him mercilessly, every night he wondered if he had done the right thing, but he stubbornly stuck to the version that first love was worth every risk.

Hearing his words made you pale. You had the impression that your heart was made of glass and had just fallen on the floor, shattering into millions of tiny pieces that nothing would be able to pick up. The rest of the guys sent you worried glances, and immediately their gaze was followed by Eddie to see tears come to your eyes. It was over. The dam collapsed and with it flowed the first tear.

"Can we talk in private?" he asked. You nodded and walked out with him in front of the garage clutching your notebook tightly in your hand. "It's too hard for me y/n, I can't stand it," he said. HE is the one who can't bear something? Is it HIM who finds it difficult? Sadness was slowly starting to turn into something else entirely. Anger.

"What can't you stand Eddie? How happy you are with Chrissy?" you asked.

"What, no! I'm talking about you, about how I can't stand how heartbroken you are!"

"Can't stand the view or the fact that it's because of you?" your words were sharp. Sharp like a knife aimed straight at his heart. "How am I supposed to feel Eddie? You knew how I felt about you, and you lied to me. All that bullshit about the lighthouse? Like a fool I believed your every single word"

"I didn't lie!" he tried to defend himself. And he was telling the truth, but he couldn't explain that at that moment it really seemed to him that Chrissy no longer had a place in his heart.

"Then why did you come back to her? Why did you choose her after all this time? Are you really better off with her? Is she really so much better than me that you prefer her to break your heart once again instead of giving me a chance?"

Taken aback, he didn't know how to answer. When he thought of Chrissy the word first love kept popping up in his head. But despite that first was there still love? Was it really just sentiment?

"That's what I thought..." you laughed bitterly.

"She promised that everything will be different now, I have to try, y/n, please understand!"

"And is it different Eddie? Looking at you at school, I haven't noticed even the slightest change in her behavior!"

"I think...I think we should give ourselves a little more space, give ourselves time to think about a few things." he cut off the subject. He knew you were right, but he wasn't ready to admit it to you at that moment.

"Now I'm not even good enough anymore? You don't even want me in your life anymore? Not even as a fucking friend?" you thought he couldn't hurt you more, but you were wrong. You were so wrong, you felt like a fool, humiliated and rejected aside like an unwanted toy. "You swore to me! You promised that I wouldn't be a fucking consolation prize! That I wouldn't be a fucking second choice!" Although your vision was blurred with tears you saw how guilty he felt. You saw that your pain was also his pain, and the lack of a response from him brought you even further out of balance. "You want a love song, Eddie?" you asked and opened the notebook starting to tear the pages out of it. "Take them! Do what you want with them, because nothing of this matters anymore!"

"W-why?" He was shocked by your actions. He had never seen you in such a state in his life. He couldn't forgive himself that he was the one who brought you to this condition.

"Because I wrote them thinking about you, you fucking asshole!" you yelled. "You're right, we should take a break from each other. Forever. I don't want to know you. Good luck at the competition, I'm sure you'll do better without me." You threw the notebook at him with all your strength and walked away.

After that, you went straight towards Robin's house, not having the strength to struggle with all this alone. Lying on her bed surrounded by a pile of tissues you cried into the pillow and all your friend could do was to hug you. Nothing could ease your pain. You thought about the moments when it was Eddie lying on your lap crying like a baby. Now you knew perfectly well how he felt. Betrayed, rejected, cheated. The problem was that you pulled him above the surface, but he could not do the same for you. He could only hold your head under the water helping you to drown.

"What about the contest?" Robin asked when you had calmed down a bit.

"Nothing. I won't perform with them, I can't do it." you replied while sniffling.

"But it was your dream..." She looked at you with sad eyes.

"It was our dream, Robin. Now "we" doesn't exist anymore. And my dream for this moment is for this pain to be gone." another wave of tears flowed.

"Y/n, you can't give up so easily." she said hugging you tighter.

"Then what should I do? I've already told them I quit."

"You don't have to go back to them. Go there and perform by yourself."

"I left him my notebook. And I am not sure if I want it back."

"Then write a new song. You're great at it! Some say that a broken heart is the best inspiration for an artist!" she quickly got up and started walking around the room preparing everything she needed. After a moment, she sat down right next to you with a file of a paper and pens. "I will help you. I'll be by your side all the time."

Songwriting has always helped you during hard times, so you agreed. You knew that Robin wanted the best for you, so you took her advice.

Eddie hasn't spoken to you since you said you didn't want to know him. He couldn't get over the fact that he had lost you. Despite the fact that he got Chrissy back it was reaching him that he had lost something much more valuable. He realized this when he began to notice that the girl's behavior had not changed at all, despite her promises. She had promised him many things, and had also promised to go with him to the competition to cheer for them, but a few hours before she "suddenly" had to cancel it. The guilt was getting stronger and stronger and mixed with the pain he felt after you left was a poison devastating him more and more every second.

He was now sitting backstage biting his nails with nerves and looking around the room. He was surprised to see Steve and Robin who were sitting close to the stage. There was one empty seat between them. Were you there? A spark of hope sparked in him. If you came to the show it might mean he has a chance to talk to you. Maybe there was still a chance to win back a friend?

When the other vocalist was given a farewell with applause the presenter took the stage.

"We have only three performances left this evening, let us now welcome Corroded Coffin!" A burst of applause rang through the hall again. Feeling a rush of adrenaline, he ran onto the stage with the rest of the guys. Despite the fact that they gave their best and the performance turned out to be really good he didn't feel it at all. He felt an emptiness. He knew that one person was missing to fill it. That's why, even when he left the stage, he didn't take his eyes off the empty spot between your friends, hoping you would appear there.

"What a power! Now I wish I could put on an armor and for real go into battle with that fearsome dragon," laughed the leader as he returned to the stage. "Now, though, we're going to change the mood more than a little. Ladies and Gentleman, in front of you is Y/n Y/l/n with a song titled Mercy!"

Seeing you entering the stage he froze. Indeed you were there, but not to see their performance. You weren't there to cheer for them. You were there to give a message. To make it clear in a very expressive way what you were feeling, because you knew he would be listening to every word that will leave your lips on that stage.

In the spotlight, you looked like you were made for performing on stage. Mixed feelings swept over him, he knew it was at his own request, but he felt a sting in his heart when he thought about the fact that instead of returning to them you decided to perform alone.

For every second you been talking I've been trying to count the lines around your face 'Cause I don't know if I'll ever be this close again

I feel like I'm just wasting time Before you pull the trigger It's the drawing of the line It's my ghost you're gonna give up Got your made up mind It hurts to see you're alright When I'm not alright So if you're calling it a night

Please have, have mercy Have mercy on me, you're breaking my heart Oh please have, have mercy Have mercy on me, I'm falling apart Have mercy, my heart

Eddie had heard you sing many times, but he had never heard such emotion in your voice. He was used to duets with you, when your voices created perfect harmony and made a perfect match with each other. Now, the power you had singing this song alone would have knocked him off his feet if he hadn't been sitting down. He knew that you had written it yourself. He knew that every word was directed toward him. He recalled how you once lay in bed with him and with your fingers gently ran over his face. When he asked what you were doing with the giggle you replied that you were trying to memorize every possible detail. In your expression he saw admiration. Now he understood it. The very beginning of the song made him realize it.

I felt you slip away so slowly I lost my grip a little more each time we touched I've got no hope I guess I'll never get it back again

Felt like I was just wasting time Before you pulled the triggerIt's the drawing of the line It's my ghost you're going to give up Got your made up mindIt hurts to see you're alright When I'm not alright So if you're calling it a night

Oh please have, have mercy Have mercy on me, you're breaking my heart Oh please have, have mercy Have mercy on me, I'm falling apart And I just don't know how we got So wrong, for so long Oh please have, have mercy Have mercy on me, mercy my heart

He struggled to breathe listening to these words. Have mercy on me, you're breaking my heart. He knew that the resonance of these words would haunt him for a very long time. Deep down, he also knew that he deserved it.

Somehow I can't let go But I know I've been holding on too long Somehow I can't let go But I know I've been holding on too long

Oh, oh please have, have mercy Have mercy on me, you're breaking my heart Oh please have, have mercy Have mercy on me, I'm falling apart And I just don't know how we got So wrong, for so long Oh please have, have mercy Have mercy on me, mercy my heart Have mercy my heart

After you finished your performance, you left the stage and took a seat between Robin and Steve who excitedly praised your performance. The smile disappeared from your face when you saw Eddie watching you from across the room. You quickly averted your gaze and tried with all your might not to look in that direction until the very end, still feeling the weight of the chocolate eyes in which you were so much in love that it hurt. Unfortunately, love was often associated with pain, and the second definitely won out at that moment.

Unfortunately, neither you nor Corroded Coffin took first place. The truth was that you didn't feel too disappointed about it. You were satisfied with the very fact that you listened to Robin and performed there. You were also satisfied that Eddie heard the message of your song very clearly.

"Y/n! You were great, Holy shit!" shouted Gareth running up to you after the official end of the competition. "Jeff almost cried, that was crazy!" he hugged you.

"Thanks! And sorry Jeff," you hugged him back and then stroked the other boy's shoulder.

"Don't apologize, your performance was really... wow," he said.

"You guys were great too! I really thought you were going to win!"

"Maybe next time." he shrugged his shoulders.

Then Eddie joined them and the everything fell silent.

"You were amazing." he said. "Truly amazing."

"Thank you." Your tone was dry. Completely different from the one he was used to. All the warmth you were able to convey with it disappeared and was replaced by coldness. Or maybe even frostiness.

"Can we talk, please?" His gaze was pleading. He was ready to fall to his knees.

"We have nothing to talk about Eddie. I won't let you lie to me again." You said and walked away. Only on the way back you let all the emotion drain out of you. Tired of the pain you had felt for days, you begged in your soul for anything or anyone to have mercy on your heart and take all the sadness that surrounded you away.

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I read the Ralph secret lover and I loved it!

but personally I don't think we have to end the secret lovers there!

What if....HERE ME OUT!

Splinter had a secret girlfriend! Like he met her can be completely up to you! but maybe she is a Foreign language teacher and Splinter starts hanging out with her when the boys are on patrol?

Wait- wait wait wait- Anon, you're onto something here... (hey, uh- keep in mind this is my first time writing romantically for Splinter sooo-)

SPLINTER WITH A SECRET GIRLFRIEND

You two would probably meet late one night while he was on a walk.

He had decided that he needed some fresh air, well as fresh as it gets in New York, so while the boys were on patrol, he left for a walk.

You happened to be on your way back to your apartment after staying late at your job to grade some assignments.

The two of you ran into each other completely by chance, and it was pretty much love at first sight.

You didn't start dating for quite a while, due to his own reservations about moving on from Tang Shen,

You waited for him as long as he needed you too, knowing how much she meant and still means to him.

You know that you'll never ever replace her, and that she'll always have a place in his heart,

But you don't mind that.

She was his first love after all, his wife and the mother of his child,

You never ever planned to replace her, and Yoshi cannot even begin to explain how grateful he is for that.

Yoshi decided he wanted to wait to tell his boys, which you were ok with.

However, you couldn't wait to meet them, all the stories Yoshi had told and baby picture he had shown you, making you adore the boys before they even knew you exsisted.

When he did tell them he was seeing someone,

They actually thought he was joking.

When they realized he was, in fact, not joking,

All four of them had similar reactions of shock.

Splinter asked if they would like to meet you, and all four answered yes.

He brought you over for dinner later that night, and you were terrified.

"What if they hate me? Oh my gosh, what if they think I'm a terrible person? Wha-"

Yoshi took you hand, "Koibito, you are rambling. Trust me, they will love you."

You took a deep breath, "You're right, you're right. I'm just a little nervous."

"And that is completely reasonable. But I know my sons will be just as adoring of you as I."

You arrived at the entrance of his home, and after one last deep breath, he lead you into the main room.

"Guys! Sensei's home!"

Mikey was the first to approach you, excitedly introducing himself and dragging you into the kitchen where his three brothers sat.

Mikey sat you down in the chair next to him, and you smiled at the boys.

Leo smiled, back, extending his hand for you to shake, "You must be, Sensei's, kanojo."

You nodded, taking Leo's hand, "I am. My name is, (Name). If I'm remembering mask colors correctly, you must be Leonardo."

He nodded, "I am, it's a pleasure to meet you, (Name)."

You chuckled as Yoshi sat down, waving a dismissive hand, "No need to be so formal. It's not like I'm the president of the United States, afterall."

Mikey smiled at his brothers, whispering excitedly to them in Japanese, "She seems as great as Sensei said, doesn't she?"

The boy whom you assumed was Donatello, nodded, "She definitly seems like a good fit for Sensei."

Raph leaned back in his chair, "What did Sensei say she does for work again?"

Yoshi chuckled, and you snorted, responding in Japanese, "I'm a foreign language teacher. I speak fluent Japanese."

All four boys went red, and you laughed with Yoshi.

That day you earned the boys trust,

They noticed how much happier their father was, and they were very grateful for it.

You'd visit often, and are always happy to spend time with the boys.

But you're never pushy with it.

You understand that they might still be a bit apprehensive about you dating their father,

So you made sure you respected their boundaries, but also showed them as much love as you could.

You cooked for the family, and provided them with food, toiletries, and other nessecities while also buying little gifts here and there.

I personally don't think Yoshi would mind small acts of PDA, hand-holding or cheek kisses,

But full on embracing or kissing are saved for behind closed doors.

You'll meditate with him sometimes,

You find it helps relieve some of your teaching stress.

Speaking of teaching, Yoshi often has you sit in on the boys lesson's.

You know quite abit about martial arts yourself having studied it when you traveled to Japan to further your education.

He insists however, that he teach you himself just to ensure you can defend yourself.

If Shredder ever discovers your exsistence, he is terrified of losing you.

He knows that Shredder will go to any lenghts to hurt him.

Yoshi expresses these worries to you, and he suggests that you move in with them.

You asked him to let you think about it, and to also discuss it with the boys since it was their home too.

After talking about it to the boys and getting their approval of you moving in, you agreed you would.

It definitly helped ease Yoshi's worry, he still has his anxieties when you go to work, insisting one, or all, of the boys walk you home, just in case.

If Shredder ever does manage to get his hands on you,

Yoshi is seeing red.

It's all he can do to keep his wits about him and not charge in to save you.

When they do arrive to save you, he needs to keep reminding himself of the plan and not rush to you.

Shredder is questioning you, rather roughly, about Yoshi's wereabouts, and you scowl deeply,

"Anata jishin no fakku." (Go fuck yourself) and then you spit in his face.

You spit on the fucking Shredder.

You crazy bitch.

Obviously, that pissed him off, but before he could do anything to hurt you further, your kareshi came to your rescue.

They took you home after a short scuffle, and Yoshi tended to your wounds.

Thankfully it was only mild bruises and cuts, and he scolded you for your blatent disregard for you own safety.

Once your wounds had been properly tended to, Yoshi pulled you in for a tight hug, ane you felt slow tears fall down your face.

"I thought he was going to take you from me. I thought he would- that-"

"I know." You whispered soothingly, "I know. But I'm here, I'm ok. I'm ok.."

Yoshi kept you close for a while after that, scared that if he looked away for even a second, you'd be taken from him a second time, only that this time he might not get to you in time.

The whole experience has the both of you really shaken up.

But at least you have each other for comfort,

Because this man would follow you to hell and back if he needed to,

And he knows you'd do the same.

....................................

I got kinda... carried away with this one... oops-

Uhm, quick little edit here:

Completely forgot the translations lol-

Koibito: Sweetheart/Lover

Kanojo: Girlfriend

Kareshi: Boyfriend

Anata jishin no fakku: Go fuck yourself

Let me know if any of these are incorrect! <3

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