#And I realized I was holding back tears because I was genuinely upset at my mistake and not because I feared anyone else's reaction

[thesaltyace]

I am SO ANGRY.

I should have pulled out of the garage to open the back hatch. But I opened the hatch while it was inside. Which was actually fine. The garage door was open, plenty of room.

But then I hit the button to close the garage door. While the hatch was still open. And now I have a huge scrape in the paint, down to metal, on the hatch. 🫠

I can't even right now. I'm so angry I could cry.

#The one positive thing is that I realized my home truly is a safe space #I came inside trying not to cry and told my partner and they just laughed a little and went “Oh honey. It's okay.” #And I realized I was holding back tears because I was genuinely upset at my mistake and not because I feared anyone else's reaction #And then I got hit with a whole nother wave of emotions at that realization #So anyway I brought my partner outside to show the damage and we both cringed and then went back inside and immediately started joking #And in writing all this out I'm also shocked to realize I never felt the urge to apologize either #Because it's understood that of course it was an accident and I already feel terrible about it #So like at least I've learned that I have in fact healed from my childhood quite a lot

[fairestwriting]

Hello there! Love your writing! How about my sweet Savanaclaw boys finding out that their crush (or S/O) sleeps cuddling a plushie of their respective animals (like a wolf for Jack). Thanks! I love Jack so much :)

me while jumping at the opportunity of writing the man: i hate leona

Leona Kingscholar

He is canonically a very smart and perceptive guy. But somewhere in my heart I just know he wouldn't fully make the connection for a while. Just trust me on that one.

Kind of pokes fun at your "cat" plushie. What's with that thing, Herbivore? Aren't you a little too old for stuffed animals? Though he steps back if it makes you genuinely upset, which isn't what he's going for, he's just being an ass as a joke again. A part of him thinks it's really endearing, even before it really clicks for him.

He kind of feels vaguely jealous of the plushie. If you bring it while you two are sleeping together he'll pull the what do you need this thing for, I'm right here kind of shtick.

Confused on why you sleep with a plushie in the first place, more confused about why this stuffed cat looks so weird... oh, wait.

He's stupidly proud when it actually clicks. Of course he won't tell you it went over his head for the longest time, but all of a sudden, he's all smug whenever he sees you with the plushie, saying you could've just called if you missed him so much.!

Ruggie Bucchi

Takes a hot second to make the connection, but a lot less than Leona. The delay is mostly because he's never expected to see a hyena plushie of all things.

Actually loves it because it reminds him of the kids back home a little. He asks where you bought it, how much it was, tells you a little story about a kid he knew who wanted one just like that.

He won't explicitly ask to hold it but you should offer it, he loves your little buddy, he's already said you should come to him if you ever need to get a tear patched up. Doesn't even have it in him to make a joke about it being childish, at most tells you he'll keep it a secret if you look embarrassed.

When he does notice though, while poking at the plushie's little ears absentmindedly, he's the one who gets flustered. Oh no, that's really cute kind of realization.

He wants to sound cool when he says that, you know, if you want to sleep with him, you can just invite him over, but he does fail pretty hard. He can't help it, though, it's just way too endearing to him.

...Besides, he's already offered to co-parent the toy. If it doesn't have a name, it's just a matter of time before Ruggie asks and "jokingly" comes up with suggestions.

Jack Howl

Only one who thinks it might have to do something with him... but he's kind of too flustered to say anything about it for a good while.

He bashfully reassures you there's nothing wrong with keeping plushies around even if you're not a kid, maybe letting it slip that he thinks the little wolf is pretty cute... then pretending he didn't say anything.

Jack overthinks it a bit. Wolf plushies aren't that uncommon, right? You probably had it before you met him. He's too shy to ask if you had it before you met him.

He'll settle on... asking about the plushie itself. It might not have anything to do with him, but he knows pretty quickly that he wants it to. If you're not dating yet, he'll use the almighty excuse of asking about it because he needs to get his little siblings a gift.

Either way, though, the next excuse he gets, whether it's Christmas or your birthday or whatever, you find yourself with a very neatly wrapped box in your hands, and Jack nearly hiding behind it. Just saw it in a shop near home and thought you might like it, he says.

Whether your previous plushie was based on the exact same type of white wolf he is doesn't matter. If it is, it's getting a twin. You bet he scoured the shops to find it, blessing his luck on wolves being animals plenty of people love. He has a small, shy smile on his face when you take it.

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#twst #twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twst headcanons #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #leona kingscholar x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #jack howl x reader #lis writing

[coeurify]

i keep thinking about begging ellie to kiss you while taking a pause when making out and she realizes how much of a hold she has over you. your voice has gone all whiny and wobbly like you’re about to cry grabbing at her shoulders even though she was JUST kissing you. she’s almost laughing because you seem scared she’s gonna get up and leave when there’s no else she would rather be ARGHHHHH

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18 + under the cut. making out. whiny!reader , dom-ish ellie.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i wrote most this then it got deleted so it may be a little short sorrryy

The moment Ellie pulled away from the kiss, you had chased after her lips in disapproval. Shifting in her lap when pulled back again.

“Nuh uh babe, need you to take a breath,” she hummed— swiping a thumb over your red cheeks. A pout pressed on your lips. So what if you were getting a bit breathless? Who needed air in their lungs when Ellie’s lips are against yours?

“ ‘M fine els, stop..” you try to keep your voice steady— but both of you can hear the slight whine to your tone. Ellie just shook her head, seeming to eye you up and down.

You take a large breath in to please her, albeit a bit dramatically. Then you look at her, at the unreadable expression.

It makes Ellie want to smile, how needy you seem to be for the next kiss. She doesn’t let the emotion show though— falling into her own thoughts as you breathe in small frustrated puffs above her.

At first the pause she started was genuinely sweet.. wanting you to catch your breath and calm the fast beating heart she could feel against her. But upon taking in your attitude.. well it changed.

To push this test further, she leans her back against the wall behind her comfortably, bringing you two even further apart.

Pouting still, you grab her arms, nails scraping against the skin there. Again you lean forward to try and kiss her.. and she turns her cheek.

This denial hurts, enough to make you whine and press your face into her neck, face flushed with embarrassment. This embarrassment twinges your whole being.. eyes stinging. Why was she denying you? All you wanted was a kiss. All you needed was her.

Ellie though? Ellie is having the time of her life. The way you squirm in her lap.. the feeling of your hands gripping at her like she may run away. It makes her feel on top of the whole fucking world.

“El, you’re being mean,” you say upon pulling back up to look at her. “I want a kiss,” you continue— your lip quivering. Unable to help the upset rising from not being pressed against her. If you weren’t already teary eyed you sure were when she shrugged like it didn’t matter.

“I want a kiss, please- Ellie c’mon..”

“What was that baby?” Ellie taunts, tilting her head innocently like you hadn’t spoken loud enough.

You blink back frustrated tears, squirming around more. She was being no fair. What if she really got up without kissing you again?

The thought alone pushes you to speak. “Please let me kiss you again Ellie,” you say it this time as clearly as you can, your chin tilting up to try and seem serious.

“Was just kissing you baby, you really cant wait more than a few seconds?”

Her words send a small jolt through you, the way she coos them in a taunting way.. the way she licks her lips to drive home the point. It’s maddening. A more dramatic part of your brain swears you will die if not kissing her again within the next minute.

“Ellie..” you crumble into her. unable to keep up the strong front as more words tumble from your lips, “please please kiss me again, need it. need you, stop teasing,” you sniffle— like you may actually cry.

God does it do things to Ellie’s brain to see you like this.. a whiny mess over a simple kiss. Your arms are trying to tug her close, tears ready to spill.. how could she say no? How could she ever say no to you? As much as she may be playing hard to get right now.. she was almost as desperate for another kiss too.

“my needy girl..” she patronized— but after another long second leaned forward to finally kiss you again.

#i hate my writing in this #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x y/n #tlou2 #ellie williams x female reader #rins reqs ❀.

[gumycandyyy]

Can you write a Winter King X (preferably Fem) ice skater!reader who often visits his kingdom because her home is very hot?

Thank you so much and have a lovely day!

୨♡ Ｓｋａｔｅ Ｗｉｔｈ Ｍｅ？ ♡୧

Ok, I was almost done with this, but my computer decided to restart and delete all my work (tearing my face off as we speak)

Type: Drabble

Request: Yes! My ask box is open!

Romantic

No use of y/n

Gender neutral reader (I would've made them fem, like the asker wanted, but pronouns never came up)

Summary: Things were getting heated in the desert kingdom, so you decided to make a visit to a cool friend.

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Knocking on the front (and over the top) door of the Winter Palace, you sigh deeply. How long had it been since you've visited your friend? The desert kingdom had gotten unbearable to stay in, especially with the never ending quarreling with the beach kingdom.

The beach kingdom rulers -whoever they were- kept saying that since the desert kingdom was next to them, it belonged to the beach kingdom. A bunch of garbage. They had to literally put up walls to keep beach kingdom residents from stealing sand.

What a bother.

You suddenly realize that the doors opened, and there was an ice servant ushering you in. You guess that you started walking in without thinking about it. Pretty soon you entered the throne room, for as soon as the doors opened, you heard a loud-

"Welcome back my dear!"

You laughed softly at the Winter King's flamboyance, rubbing the back of your neck. He slid gracefully on the ice floor to where you were, and picked you up in a tight hug. You laughed as he spun you around, then put you down.

"My, my. How long has it been since I've seen you, dear friend? Two, three months? What caused you to be away for so long?"

You sighed exasperatedly. Explaining everything that's been going on with the kingdoms.

"-Oh, and we think a war is gonna start. It sucks."

Despite your joke-y manner, Winter could tell you were genuinely upset by this. He took one of your hands, holding it in both of his. It was cold, but it made you feel warm inside.

"Well, if you ever need a refuge, my doors are always open to you, my dear.

His voice was soft and sweet, like a marshmallow. It made you feel like everything was going to be okay. His gentle smile was enough to make your face flush, and it was all you could do to not cover him in kisses. You were just friends anyway, but normal people do that with their friends, right...?

Right?

"In the meantime..."

Winter's soft grip on your hand tightened, and he started gliding around on the ice, dragging you with him. You laughed softly, resting your other arm on his shoulder for stabilization.

"Skate with me?"

You went with it, letting Winter slide gracefully on the ice, leading you with him.

The two of you giggled harmoniously as Winter twirled you. You eventually separated, still skating on the ice, only to join back together once again.

This went on for a few more minutes, and you realized an ice servant was playing the piano for some background music. You twirled in a graceful dance on the ice, until one of you ended up tripping on.. Something. Was that a marshmallow?

You giggled light heartedly as the both of you took a tumble, ending up with you knocking over Winter.

You laughed, and looked up at him, only to realize you were resting on his chest. Your face flushed, and you tried to act like this didn't bother you in the slightest.

"I like this."

Winter said sweetly, that ever-soft smile warming you to your core. You agreed with him, sitting up. Winter stood up sharply, picking you up in the process and twirling you around.

"May I.. Do something spontaneous?"

You nodded, resting your hands on Winter's shoulders. He leaned down, and kissed your cheek, his nose bumping into your face a little. It felt magical.

You blushed and smiled giddily, throwing your arms around Winter's neck in a show of affection, but ended up knocking the two of you down again.

He laughed, causing you to softly chuckle along with him. His smile was contagious.

"My darling, there's nowhere I'd rather be... Than right here, right now."

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No fanart for this one, I tried to get it out as fast as possible. Sorry!

reblog for a beginner writer?

#winter king x reader #the winter king #fionna and cake #fionna and cake x reader #winter king x female reader #winter king x male reader #fandom #selfshipping community #gumy writes #he's so silly #brainrot #x reader #oc x canon #winter king #adventure time

[haeryna]

i feel like reader (especially after being called princess and the two working together to tear down her walls) would be in a dilemma— like a few things came out of them abandoning her but one being just this indescribable feeling of rage and hurt

so upon being in their hold and touch and suguru endearingly calling for her to hear them out, part of her wants to fold SO bad but the other part of her wants to stay unreasonable and not hear them out because it’s just so much easier to be angry at them and paint them as the villains in her life, if she does accept their apology she knows that feeling won’t go away— she’d have to come to terms with how bitter of a person she really was (i mean rightfully so, they did screw her over)

also bless u and ur writing— i don’t see many poly! satosugu x reader stories with a plot that has me biting my finger in absolute investment LMAO love uuuuuu 🫶🏾✨

ANON THANK YOU you perfectly summed it up !! i wanted to write a story where there was a difficult decision that had to be made, with several catalysts involving how everything went down. (splitting this so that it doesn't invade people's feeds with a wall of text LOL)

satoru's "coming out" to his parents: mine were so homophobic that i didn't come to terms with my own sexuality for a long, long time, so i empathized with the sheer panic and trauma that gave him. you don't make rational decisions when your parents are beating the shit out of you, and you also don't make rational decisions when you're 16 years old.

suguru choosing to leave reader behind: they could only withdraw so much money with the limits satoru's parents had placed on his bank account. they had to have enough to eat, to rent an apartment, to actually get away. they had to choose a place far enough so that satoru's parents wouldn't follow, which brings me to

retaliation: there's a unique kind of fear, when you're unsure if someone is hunting you down. there's a kind of terror in realizing they can track you. it's why they got rid of their phones, and immediately upon signing to the same company, received heavily protected ones. only people who had their number could reach them, or even respond.

"they could have said something:" again, they were panicked, satoru had just been beaten by his literal parents, and they were trying to flee as fast as possible. in the moment, they could not have and would not have been able to do that. as alluded to before, they did not live a comfortable life in asia. the beginning was rough as they scraped by. it wasn't until satoru began auditioning that things started looking up for them, and if you're into the kpop scene, you know how brutal training is. suguru ultimately spent all his time caring for satoru and working on the side until he also made it big.

"and what about after?:" honestly sometimes, when you know you fuck up, but you feel like you can't do anything about it anymore? that was them. and you can be upset with it all you want, but it had gotten to the point where they genuinely thought you would never be a part of their lives again. yet the chasm in their chest grew larger and larger, until they realized they couldn't continue on unless they know they at least tried.

that's not to say reader isn't in a predicament as well, like you mentioned nonnie. leaving hurts, and abandonment is worse, so it would be far easier to paint them as the bad guys. it doesn't matter what their intentions were. to reader, they left her alone, and now they're suddenly back for unknown reasons? reader is also not the most stable of mind right now (real); she's working two jobs on top of taking care of her sick parents. for the past five years, she's had to be the one taking care of herself. now satosugu need to prove that they WANT to be the ones taking care of her. i've been in this situation before, as the left party (who eventually ended up forgiving the leaver), so i hope that will help to incorporate realism into the situation.

and i'm glad you like the plot/understood the nuance of the situation! i'm grateful to you and your ask anon, thank you for allowing me to go in depth into the situation <33 i love you too!

#strawberry picking🍓⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ #idol!satoru gojo #rockstar!suguru geto #thank you nonnie #you deserve a bit smooch #me when i get to yap: i'm in love

[mamawasatesttube]

👀 timkon “If you killed me, my last words would be ‘I love you.’”

"...Does it bother you?"

Tim's voice is steady, but he knows Kon knows him better than to fall for it. Kon's posture is casual, relaxed, even indolent; his eyes haven't left the computer screen, however, and Tim knows him well enough to know it's because he doesn't want to meet Tim's gaze.

Talking to Kon isn't supposed to feel like a game of chess. A stone of dread sinks in Tim's stomach. This conversation was a gamble, but god, he was really hoping it wouldn't be like this.

"Pfff, nah, man." Kon finally tears his gaze away from the list on Tim's laptop, looks over at him. "Just 'cuz it psyched me out when we were kids doesn't mean I don't get it now. I mean, I'm in good company. You got Kal, Cassie, Bart, Cass... I'd be insulted if I wasn't on here!"

His laugh is forced. Now the dread is a knife, twisting in Tim's gut.

But then Kon's gaze drops again, and he sighs, his broad shoulders slumping. His fingers skim the edge of the laptop's casing before they fall back to his side. When he speaks, this time, his voice is genuine.

"Plus, it's... a good thing. I don't wanna know your plans, I don't wanna have any opportunity to even think about how I'd get around 'em—if you ever think I need to go down, I trust your judgment. Just look at last time."

Alarm bells begin to ring in Tim's mind. That hollow, somber note in Kon's voice. Tim hasn't heard it in over a year, maybe more; he thought Kon was doing better, that he finally realized that the mind control wasn't his fault. He thought being honest about still having backup contingencies would be good for them both. He thought—

And then Kon says it.

"I'd probably be grateful, if things went down so that you had to whip that bad boy out. Hell, if you killed me, my last words would be 'I love you', I bet."

If you killed me. The words ring like a death knell.

Tim whirls on him, furious.

"How could you say that?" he demands, hands clenched into fists in the sleeves of his sweater. His heart pounds a wild, panicked beat. "How could you fucking say that, Conner?"

Kon backpedals instantly, holding both hands up in surrender. "Whoa—hey, sorry, shit, okay, I didn't mean to upset you—"

"I could never!"

He needs to understand. Tim needs him to understand, a frenzied desperation clawing its way up his chest and licking like tongues of flame into his throat. Kon needs to know, he needs to understand, he needs to know—

"I could never kill you," Tim swears. His legs move on their own, closing the distance from the window seat to his desk, and he grabs a fistful of Kon's shirt. "I could never, ever, ever fucking kill you, how could you say—I couldn't, I couldn't—"

"Tim!"

Kon's hands catch his elbows, a gentle thread of TTK running up his arms to his shoulders. Kon's eyes are wide, his lips slightly parted; this close to him, Tim can smell his lip balm (strawberry-scented, lightly glossy, sheer and pink). He wants to kiss him. Knows from experience that that lip balm tastes ever-so-slightly sweet against his mouth when he does. Kon always has a tube in his pocket. He's always trying to get Tim to use it, too, complaining about his lips being chapped from the night wind.

How could he think Tim would ever—how could Tim have ever let him think he'd ever—

"Hey, I'm sorry, okay? You're right, I shouldn't have said that, I was just being stupid like usual." Kon gives his arms a gentle squeeze. His eyes are so cyan-blue, luminous in the afternoon sun, they're nearly painful to look at.

"Do you think I would?" Tim has to know. The answer might break his heart, but he knows with a dull certainty that he has to know. "Do you think I ever could?"

Kon closes his eyes and lets out a long, slow exhale. His eyelashes are thick and dark against his golden-brown cheeks. "...No," Kon finally says, and something loosens in Tim's chest. "And I hope I never fuck up bad enough to put you in that spot."

"You won't." Tim bows his head, heart pounding with relief. His brow rests against Kon's collarbone, and he tucks his face into him, hiding against his chest. "That's why I plan ahead, that's why I think about all the possibilities—I won't ever let anything get to that point. I won't. It's—I have to protect you, don't you get it?"

Kon sucks in a breath.

"Tim," he says; he sounds like someone just sucker-punched the breath from his lungs. "Sunshine."

"I'm not losing you again." Tim's fingers curl into his shirt again, holding on fiercely. "So—so don't go thinking shit like that. This isn't—it has nothing to do with me not trusting you."

"I never said it did," Kon says, his voice soft. One of his hands settles tenderly over the nape of Tim's neck; he caresses a lock of Tim's hair between his thumb and forefinger, and Tim's heart stutters with helpless, poignant fondness.

He lifts his head, looks up at those blue eyes again. Kon quirks his lips in a slight, genuine smile, and the last of the dread in Tim's stomach melts away like snow in the afternoon sun.

"I love you too, though," he says.

We're okay, right?, he doesn't say, but Kon hears anyway, because he smiles and leans in to lean their foreheads together, and their noses brush. The smattering of little freckles across his cheeks is beyond endearing.

Yeah, we're okay, that smile says. Tim tips his face up and kisses him, soft and slow; when he draws back, the faintest hint of familiar berry-flavored sweetness lingers on his lips.

50 Prompts About Devotion

#jesus this one got long um. oops? #timkon #tim #kon #rimi writes #blenderfullasarcasm #i might come back and expand this one later tbh i had to rein myself in bc i had THOUGHTS

[kiriwiwii]

Eichi Has A Crush On You - Headcanons *ೃ༄

❥ A/N: this is my first post!! i hope yall like it hdhsjfj♡♡

first of all, congratulations on making the most feared and disliked man fall in love with you!

ok i'm just joking. he is not THAT disliked... right?

well, it was hard for him to find out that he liked you at first... i don't think I need to explain the confusion that eichi went through when he realized his feelings for you. he is someone who has hardly ever seen love in his life. how can he understand these types of feelings?

of course, he panicked a little bit. he wanted to date you, but also not?? he thought having that kind of relationship would waste his time. but when he started to fall for you even more, his thoughts changed ;)

every time he saw you, his heart started beating so fast. he felt like he was going to pass out every time your eyes met.

no wait he can genuinely pass out YOU GOTTA HOLD HIM

most people didn't like him, so he thought you wouldn't like him either and this was making him really upset.

he was sleeping at night dreaming of lying on your chest, you stroking his head, holding his hand, giving him all kinds of love, but when he looked back at the truth, the thought of you not liking him and he might just pass away without even kissing you once made his sleep fill with tears...

THATS SO SAD NOOOOOOO

but we forgot one thing, eichi is not one to give up easily! he is always on the lookout for your free time to take you on a date. since he is rich, he would take you to those fancy, expensive restaurants. or, invite you to a cute cafe where you both can drink tea and eat sweets together. he would show up to these dates with lots of flowers and little gifts in his hands!

yes, he would bring you gifts often. He was very careful about what you were interested in, and what you liked. did you catch your eye on an outfit while you were in the store? it would return to you as a gift the next day. he would do anything to win your heart!

poor touch starved baby- sometimes he would act like he was going to faint just for you to hold him and give him attention... though, he stopped after a while because he doesn't want you to get worried. but still, whenever you bump into him or somehow your hands touch, he feels like butterflies are flying in his stomach <3

well, eichi doesn't have much time, does he? maybe after you both leave a meeting, you should just pull him by the collar and kiss him~ then you can hug him and tell how much you love him, because believe me, he really needs this♡

#eichi tenshouin x reader #enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #tenshouin eichi x reader #crush headcanons #headcanon #enstars #ensemble stars #eichi tenshouin #kiri writes ⭐

[ddejavvu]

i would run to you - enemies to lovers with aaron hotchner <33

come celebrate 5.7k with me!

I would run to you - send me a trope and a character, and i’ll write about what it would be like! (ex. enemies to lovers with eddie munson)

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He slams the door of his office behind him, but it doesn't scare you. You're already whirling around, turning on him to stalk towards him angrily, "Hotch, what the fuck was that?"

"That was me doing my job, Y/L/N." He snaps, rage alight in his eyes, "Keeping you from getting fired?"

"Your job is to lead our team." You huff, crossing your arms over your chest. His face tightens, his frown deepening and his brows pinching together above his dark eyes.

"Yes, Y/L/N, that's a fantastic observation you've managed to conjure up there. What kind of a team do you think we'd be without one of our members?"

"I wasn't going to get fired. If anything, he should get fired for-"

"I am aware that his methods of witness interrogation are less-than-suitable. I am already reporting him, it is being taken care of. I do not need you running in and ruining things. I know you're a fan of ignoring my orders, but if you want to keep this job, you need to listen to me."

"They're not going to fire me over-"

"I will fire you over this!" Hotch shouts, cutting you off. His tone, more frustrated than you'd ever heard it, strikes fear, genuine fear into your chest and your breath catches.

"I cannot have you disturbing the peace." He seems unaware of your current panic, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers, "Play nice, and I will take care of things."

Instead of an answer from you, he receives silence. He's ready to shout some more, get up in your face until you realize that this is important, that this is not another casual order of his that you can disobey. But when he looks up the rage in his eyes softens, melted by the fear in yours.

"Y/L/N," He murmurs cautiously, "Hey, I- I'm sorry for shouting."

You still don't answer him, your breathing shaky as you stare tearfully up at him.

"Y/N," He tries again, his voice softening even further, "I'm sorry. I was upset, and I lost control, and I'm- stop!"

He's sure that the command doesn't relieve any of your anxiety, but when you bolt for the door, he has to come after you. He catches your wrist before you can slip outside, your hand falling off of the handle as he tugs you back into the room. You're already trying to squirm out of his grip, clearly panicking far more than he'd presumed, and he wrestles you into a chair, kneeling before it so that you can't get up.

"Slow down," He urges, taking your hand in his and squeezing yours. You squeeze back, and it gives you something sturdy to hold onto, something safe.

"Take your time." At the unshed tears in your eyes, Aaron decides that he's never going to raise his voice at you again. Not that he meant to in the first place, but now he'd rather take a bullet unprotected than trigger another anxiety attack.

You listen to his advice but avoid his eyes, your own flitting around the cramped office as you work on steadying your breathing. When you finally gather the nerve to glance at him again he's staring up at you with concern, his eyes practically diving into your soul.

"Are you okay?" He asks, and he's not sure to what extent he means, but you nod, and that's enough.

"I want you to go back to the hotel." He starts, but feels your hand tense in his own, "Not because I'm angry. You need to rest." He insists, "Take a nap, order some food, watch a movie, take a bath, I don't know. Do something to calm yourself down, to help you relax, and we can try again tomorrow. I will file that report while you're gone," He promises, his eyes carefully tracking your movements, "Just take a day off."

He's almost certain you'll refuse, not usually one for following directions, especially if they came from him. But you nod shakily, standing as soon as he does and gives you the space to. You try snaking your hand out of his own but he tugs you closer with it, "I'm going to drive you."

"It's okay." You mumble, and the tear in your voice weighs heavy on his heart, "I can drive."

"I don't want you to." He pushes, "I want to make sure you get there safe."

"Hotch, please, it's okay-"

"Y/N." He repeats his usage of your first name, quite enjoying the way it bled off of his tongue, "Please let me do this. I'm sorry for scaring you, this is the least I can do to fix things."

"Things are fixed, it's," You shake your head, waving him off, "It's all good."

"It's not." He concludes drearily, "But I will make sure that it is in the end. Now, where's your stuff?"

"Reid has it." You recall wearily, "I can get it-"

"It's okay." He soothes you once more, squeezing your hand, "We'll go together."

It feels strange to be paraded around by your Unit Chief, but Reid doesn't dwell on it, hanging your bag over to you with a concerned expression. You're sure he's picked up on the break in your demeanor, and you make a mental note to call him later and fill him in. All you can manage now is a sweet smile, the sight of his own nearly melting your worries away.

But then Hotch's hand tightens momentarily around yours, and they're back. You let him lead you to one of your vans, clambering in and settling against the back of the seat with a sigh. He shuts his door gently behind him, glancing worriedly over at your defeated form.

"Y/N, really, I'm so sorry-"

"Please don't apologize again." You mutter, and he has to stop talking to hear your quiet voice.

"What?"

"Don't make yourself the problem," You continue, a hand thrown over your eyes so that you don't have to watch him react, "You're not the problem. Someone else was. You just sounded like them for a second."

You don't have to see him to know that he's frowning at the new information. He always is. But you feel a hand on your thigh, low enough that it's not uncomfortable, but firm nonetheless.

"I'm sorry you had to go through something like that." He chooses his apology carefully, "And I'm sorry that this happened to remind you of that. Are you going to be okay?"

"Yeah," You nod lazily, "I'll be fine. Thanks for taking me back, Hotch."

"Of course." He murmurs, but he hates that you're thanking him for it. He's being a decent person, and you're acting like it's a gift.

"Hotch..?" You pipe up halfway through the ride, "Did you.. did you mean what you said in there?"

He's already struggling to come up with an adequate reason for threatening to fire you, one other than the truth; frustration. But you continue, "That the team wouldn't be the same without me?"

"I meant that completely." He speaks quietly, glancing over at you quickly, "You're very valuable to m- us."

You don't seem to catch his slip-up, and he's glad. All you do is relax slightly into your seat, your shoulders no longer tense, and the sight relieves some of the guilt that's crushing his chest.

"Thanks, Hotch." Is all you can manage, but he's not sure what you're thanking him for.

He hopes the compliment, because again, he's not doing anything spectacular for you right now, but he squeezes your thigh, his touch warm and comforting, "You're welcome, Y/N."

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner scenario #aaron hotchner oneshot #aaron hotchner one-shot #aaron hotchner one shot #aaron hotchner headcanon #aaron hotchner headcanons #aaron hotchner hc #aaron hotchner hcs #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner drabble #aaron hotchner dialogue #aaron hotchner angst #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x reader fanfiction #mei's 5.7k celebration!!

[rynwritesstuff]

Hello, how are you?

Can I please make a request??

Can you please write something with Eddie based on the song Heather? But maybe with a happy ending?

Thank you so much and have an amazing day.

Hello, my dear! I can absolutely do that for you, I hope you enjoy this!!

Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, brief mention of weed

Yours and Eddie's relationship grows from August to December of 1986.

August 1986 - You didn't know his name when you started your junior year of high school. Frankly, you didn't even know he existed until your older friends started referencing 'The Freak' in conversations.

You were curious immediately, because what the hell? Who could be weird enough, eccentric enough, strange enough to earn a title like that at Hawkins High, one of the most 'cursed' towns in America?

But then . . . Then, Eddie 'The Freak' Munson got up on a lunch table and started speaking, and you were falling immediately. His eyes met yours, and he had paused.

Wow, Eddie thought. That was the only word that raced through his mind as he stared. Wow, wow, wow.

September 1986 - You're minding your own business, walking to your lunch table, when someone comes crashing into you. You drop your tray of food, nearly slipping into the mess, but the tall figure who bumped you quickly grabs your wrist.

You look up, eyebrows furrowed, and you realize. Shit. It's . . . It's him. Eddie fucking Munson just made you drop your lunch tray.

"I'm so sorry," he apologizes before glancing back. A group of jocks are laughing behind him, and he glares at them. You put the pieces together immediately: They pushed him.

"It's fine, no worries," you say to Eddie as he looks at you again. You offer him a smile. "No harm done."

He hums.

"What's your name?" he asks. You tell him, and he holds out his hand.

"Eddie," he introduces himself. You nod.

"I kn--" You cut yourself off, nodding instead. "Nice to meet you, Eddie."

October 1986 - You're in the passenger seat of Eddie's beat up van, and he's blasting music as he drives you around. You shiver. Fall in Indiana is no joke, and when Eddie looks over at you with that big, dopey smile on his face, he notices your trembling.

"There's a sweater in the back," he tells you. You laugh.

"Why is there a sweater in your car?" you ask. "You don't wear sweaters."

"For when the cute person in my van needs it," Eddie says. Your smile widens, and you reach back to grab it. You unbuckle your seatbelt in order to pull it on, then re-buckle.

Eddie glances at you again.

"Looks better on you than it ever did on me, sweetheart," he says, and you're almost taken aback. He sounds so serious, so genuine, and . . . Wow, you're swooning.

Once the two of you are done driving around and laughing and Eddie takes you home, you tug off his sweater.

"Thanks for tonight, Eds," you say, smiling. He nods, then takes his sweater from your hands.

"Sure. Anytime."

November 1986 - Chrissy Cunningham is the queen of Hawkins High: She's smart, kind, athletic, beautiful . . .

And Eddie keeps staring at her. You finally look too, and when you do, your stomach drops. She's wearing it. His sweater. The one from the back of the van.

You glance at Eddie. He's still staring at her with that look in those pretty brown eyes of his, and you can practically feel your heart breaking. You thought . . . You thought Eddie was yours. You thought you were special.

You swallow the lump in your throat and head off to use the restroom.

December 1986 - He's called you three times, now, and each time you answer, you hang up within a minute. You have no desire to speak to Eddie right now, not when he chose Chrissy over you. Not when he betrayed your trust.

And the worst part?

He doesn't even know why you're upset. He appears to be concerned about you, all worried and offering to come get you and drive around even though there's snow on the ground.

You're in tears when you finally agree.

"Are you . . . Crying?" Eddie asks.

"N-No."

"You are."

You say nothing. Eddie sighs.

"I'll be right there, sweetheart."

Eddie drives faster than he ever has before, and when you open your door and immediately turn away from him, he shuts the front door behind him and reaches out to you.

"Hey. Talk to me--"

"Do you like Chrissy?" you snap.

"Do I-- what? Cunningham? No, no, why would you--?"

"I saw the way you were looking at her last week, Eddie. I'm not stupid."

Oh, no. Oh no, no, no, you've got this all wrong, Eddie realizes.

"I was trying to get advice from her," he says. "That's why we were--"

"That's why she was wearing your sweater?"

"She got cold while we were on the way to the mall."

"Ha!" you say sarcastically.

"I was trying to buy you this," Eddie says, and he pulls a small charm bracelet from his pocket. "And I needed her advice. She owed me since I hooked her up with some weed a few months back."

Your breath catches.

Oh.

Oh.

You bite the inside of your cheek.

"Eddie, I--"

"I know how it looked. I'm sorry. I, um . . . I don't like her like that. I like someone else."

You take the hint, this time, and after Eddie puts the bracelet on you, he puts his hands on your hips and pulls you closer.

"I like you," he says softly. "Only you. Always."

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fandom #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x reader angst #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fandom

[oneforthemunny]

What about Janitor Eddie comforting reader after she had the baby and she’s feeling insecure about her body with the changes. Like I know he loves her no matter what

he's be so sad because he's obsessed with her no matter what. like not even on a "your personality is what makes you beautiful" like yes, he agrees, but also he think you are the prettiest person in the world. like the most beautiful and amazing, and every time you put yourself down it makes him so sad. genuinely sad, so for all of you who want to say bad things about yourself, picture saying it to janitor!eddie and his eyes get so sad and I hope you stop yourself!!!

but especially after/when you're pregnant. he's mind boggled that you think you're not a goddess, because to him, you are. a warrior, a goddess, the most amazing, strongest, beautiful thing on the planet. everyone around you should feel lucky that they're in you're presence because do they even appreciate that they're with the nicest, kindest, strongest, most beautiful being in creation???

he'd do anything for you. for your babies too. when she's throwing a little pity party about stretch marks, hiding while she feeds olivia, and disappearing to the bathroom to change he's like????

"baby, what's wrong?" eddie would ask after you got the kids to sleep. "is it your stitches? or do you need to pump? or need your cream?"

you're just standing, tears streaming while you cup your stretched skin. "I'm sorry," you mutter, turning to him with watery eyes. "I know this isn't... this isn't who you wanted to be with, and I swear I'll start eating better and-and doing more. I've just been so tired, ed, and-"

"what?" eddie asks, flinching and head shaking in genuine shock. "what are you talking about?"

"me." you croak, tears flooding down your cheeks and blurring your vision. "I didn't realize that-that it wouldn't go back to normal after I had her, and-and I'm sorry. you don't deserve to look at this, and see me like this. I'm sorry you have to see this."

"don't." eddie's voice is hard, stern- a tone you very rarely ever hear from him. his lips are pressed together, nearly angry, upset. your heart hammers for the worst. "did I... did I say something or do something that made you feel like this?" eddie asks softly, his own face crumpling.

you shake your head, sucking in a shuddering breath. "no, but-but look at me, ed-"

"yeah, I can't stop looking at you, baby." eddie says, not missing a beat. "you just had a baby. my baby. our baby." eddie whispers. "you had her in your body and brought her here all safe and sound, and-and you think I'd be..." he can't even finish the sentence, shaking his head and hand sliding down his face.

"I think you're beautiful. I think you're even more beautiful now."

you roll your eyes lightly, swiping your tears away. "don't lie, eddie."

"I would never." eddie said fiercely. "I don't know how you could think I was lying when every time I see you, I-I want to scream and cry and kiss you and hold onto you and run in circles all at the same time because you're mine. like you're really mine." his eyes trap yours, holding your gaze fiercely.

"and I thought you were perfection on the day I met you, and every single day you just get better and it makes my brain want to explode because how can you be so perfect in every single fucking way." he's rambling, truthful words spilling out of him like a fountain, leaving you blushing and sniffling.

"then you married me, and-and then you had a kid with me- two kids? you want to be with me and you love me, and fuck, you're so hot. I mean, do you know how hard it is for me not to want to fuck you every second of the day? do you even know what you do to me? you sneezed the other day and I got a boner, and you think.... you think I'm not attracted to you?" you giggled, eyes rolling gently at his admission. it made you blush, made you feel warm and gooey and loved. so fucking loved.

his hand is on your hip, rubbing over the stretched flesh, squeezing it lightly, lovingly. "I don't know how you can't see what I see, but I'll keep trying to show you, because you're the most fucking mind blowing thing in my life... well, you and the kids, but you, baby. you're on another level that I'll never be on in my life."

you blush, looking down at his hand. "I think you're on that level." you mutter, feeling him pull you close, mindful of your sore boobs.

"no way." he muttered, nose buried in your hair. "and that's alright. I'm happy just to watch you be you for the rest of my life. you're my favorite thing in my whole life. nothings beatin' you, baby."

#oneforthemunny #munnytalks #janitor!eddie munson

[darklordofthesimp]

Okok i know for the most part we are all rahhh konig we will guilt trip you for the rest of your life and completely understandably so

But to my understanding he seems like a sensitive being, at the very least much more than his average male teammates/counterparts. I can only imagine how bad he feels, what if there’s a moment where after weeks of training and being at odds with Birdy because of her logical hostility, he just sit down and just cries it out. Like takes off his hood and sobs into it and clenches it with all of his frustration and anger and remorse. Maybe even hits his own head with his fist once or twice as if to tell himself that that doesn’t even begin to scale what Birdy had to go through/how she felt. It’s still important to note that he only acted upon the initial order and that he didn’t do it as if he was out to get her. The concept of him beating himself to hell for it still gets me.

Staring down at his hands with horror, maybe still seeing red painting every inch and cuticle as if it had just happened all over again. And what if Birdy walked past his room and heard him crying :(( I would like to see if people would think she’d react like “wtf are you crying about get up bruh” or would actually take a moment to realize that he does genuinely feel bad and is at a crossroads, simply not knowing what more to do. Sorry this was so long 😭😭many thots about this story but I love your work so much!!!! Been a fan forever love our big masked men hehe keep up the great work :))

(If you're looking for acid trip 141 and Ghost hiding in the walls it's the ask below this one ❤)

100% Anon.

Imagine, though, feeling like you don't DESERVE to cry. You don't deserve to be upset, you don't deserve to break down about it, you don't deserve to hate yourself on this level because you weren't the one who got hurt. König is fucking suffering.

He's never committed friendly fire but he wished to whoever was listening that it had just been a bullet wound. He wishes he'd just shot you from across the rooftop, wounding you rather than mutilating you.

But he'd been so full of fire, full of rage. He'd thought that you were lining up his team in your crosshairs.

He hadn't realised how small you were, he hadnt seen the 141 patches. He'd only seen an enemy target as he was told.

Every night he had nightmares. He'd be training you in the gym, gripping your wrists to demonstrate how to break a hold, when it would shift. The vision would shimmer as though changing and in the next moment his hands are wrapped around your neck as you lay bloody and battered beneath his body.

He woke up screaming every night.

Just before you would wake up.

It's how he would always be awake for your night terrors, he'd been kept up by his own.

After a particular rough session, resulting in you sobbing against him and begging him to leave you alone, König lumbers back to his room. Your nose had begun to bleed spontaneously, although he hadn't laid a hand on your face. When he'd gone to swipe it before it had landed on your mouth, the second you caught sight of it on his fingers it was all over.

Your tears, the fear in your gaze, your shaky hands, he fucking hated it. He hated himself but he didn't deserve to be upset and he didn't deserve to be emotionally fucked.

So when he curled onto himself on the rooftop, knees tight against his chest and his cheeks wet, he wept with the knowledge that he was undeserving.

He hadn't known you were watching him from the doorway. He was too emotional. And for a moment there, a dark hideous thought curled against your mind, telling you that you could have your revenge right there.

He wouldn't blame you for it. Nobody would.

But something about watching this man cry over your blood on his finger thawed something enough in your heart to spare him.

He would live today.

Just today.

#the dark lord speaks

[hellcat8908]

Frustrated: Part Four

You get ready to shut the door in his face, but he quickly grabs the door stopping it from moving. "Please can we just talk?" Maybe it's the broken tone of his voice or maybe you're conversation with Feyre, but you open the door to let him in. He steps inside taking a quick glance around. "We can talk but if I ask tell you to leave you have to promise to leave." You tell him. "I'll leave when you ask." He agrees. You motion for him to sit, he sits on the edge of the couch while you sit across from him in a chair. "So how did you find me?" You ask him. "I'm not spymaster for no reason" He teases you trying to lighten the tension. "What did you want to talk about?" You let him choose the topic of conversation. "Well for starters how about why you were so upset about me trying to help you move you're dresser." You feel annoyed at his choice. "Because you had been hovering and helping me with everything regardless of me telling you I had it, why couldn't you just let me do it on my own?" "If I tell you you'll ask me to leave and we're not done talking about this situation." He answers calmly. "If you tell me I won't ask you to leave because of it. Please Az, I just want to know why you find me so weak?"

"I don't think you're weak at all, I think you're one of the strongest women I know." He answers you softly. "Then tell my why you keep treating me like I'm not." You plead. "I didn't realize I was hovering or making you feel like you were weak, I just wanted to help take care of you and make your life a little easier." He says sheepishly. "But why now Az? What's changed?" You ask hoping to get a straight answer from him. "Because you're my mate." He says barely loud enough for you to hear. Your head starts spinning and tears flood your eyes then you feel something snapping in your chest, your mating bond linking you to Azriel. He reaches out to touch you, to try to comfort you. "Don't!" You say struggling to catch your breath. Azriel crouches in front of you, "y/n, you're having a panic attack. Right now you need to focus on breathing for me." You fight to focus on breathing. "You've got this just breathe, in and out nice deep breaths." You hear Az's muffled voice.

Suddenly you're wrapped up in Azriel's arms as he begs you to breathe, his voice cracking. "Please stay with me, just focus on the sound of my heartbeat." He holds you close to him wrapping his wings around you. The tension in you're body starts to leave as you slowly relax into his hold. You're finally able to start catching your breath. "How long have you known? You ask softly while still surrounded by him. "A little over a week, I was going to tell you the day of the dresser incident but then that all happened." He tells you while gently rubbing your back trying to calm you down. "Is that what we're calling it? "The dresser incident" You say laughing a little. He smiles and tells you that you can call it whatever you want. "I'm sorry Azriel, for the dresser incident. I shouldn't have just snapped at you." He tells you not to worry about it.

"Speaking of furniture..." He hesitates. "What about furniture Az?" You ask curiously. "How attached were you to your new bedroom set?" He asks cautiously. "Azriel what happened to my new bedroom set? The movers are coming tomorrow to pick it up." You tell him a little annoyed. "We'll you can cancel having them pick it up, and on the bright side we can go buy you a new set." He tells you waiting for you to react. "What. Happened. To. My. Bedroom. Set." You ask one last time. "I may have destroyed it in a fit of rage because you left, but I will replace yours I promise." He says. "You Illyrians are so dramatic." You genuinely laugh. "You are for sure buying me a new bedroom set. Hope you don't have plans for tomorrow because we're going shopping." He smiles down at you, "anything you want." You smile up at him, "you may regret those words." "When it comes to you I could never regret anything." You blush at his sincere words. You reluctantly pull yourself out of his arms and offer to let him sleep on the couch since it's so late. He accepts your offer and you get him a blanket and pillow.

You retire to your bedroom feeling drained from the last couple of days. You quickly fall asleep wrapped up in your blankets. You jolt awake ready to attack whoever entered you're room wondering how they got by Azriel. "Relax it's just me" Azriel's voice filters through the darkness before you feel him sit on the edge of your bed. "Is something wrong?" You ask him worried that something had happened. "You're couch is the most uncomfortable thing to sleep on," he says "scoot over." "You're not sleeping in my bed." You state. "Come on, please have mercy I promise to stay on my side of the bed." He fake begs. "Fine." You scoot over letting him in. "So much better." He claims after getting comfortable. You roll your eyes before wishing him goodnight, both of you drifting back to sleep.

You wake up entangled with Azriel, your head on his chest with his arms around you and your legs tangled together. You lay there thinking about how you ended up here. You wonder how you missed the bond and all the signs from Azriel. Your mind is soon overloaded with thoughts and what ifs. "Stop it." You hear Azriel mumble. "What?" You ask softly wonder what he's talking about. "He stretches and pulls you closer like it's the most natural thing to do. "Stop overthinking." He says not even opening his eyes, "it's too early and I'm too comfortable for you to decide to kick me out." "I'm not overthinking." You deny. "I can feel you overthinking" he says before running his fingers through your hair. You take in the sight of him, he's cramped in your bed with his hair messy. You can't help but smile and laugh. "What's so funny?" He asks opening one eye to look at you." "You're too big for my bed." He smirks and tells you it's still better than the couch. You smile and take one last look at him before getting out of bed to get dressed. "Come on big guy, you promised to buy me a new bedroom set." You tell him as he stretches. "Ok but coffee first." He responds.

Part Five (Finale)

#azriel #fanfic #sarah j maas #acotar fanfic #azriel x reader #batboys #acotar #acotar fic

[harlowcomehome]

jack and y/n having an argument and he makes her cry and then apologize and they start cuddling while he wipes her tears away. (so it's start off with an angst theme and ends with a blurb)

“Trust issues.”

A/N: Speaking from experience here, trust issues really do suck.

The door to the tour bus slammed shut and you opened it back up quickly, running inside following your clearly upset boyfriend. He had rushed to get away from you and had been giving you the silent treatment since he got out of sound check.

“Whats your issue? I didn’t do anything, why are you angry?” You were genuinely confused as to what Jack was even upset about, he wasn’t the best at communicating.

“How am I supposed to trust you? What are you hiding?” Jack huffed back, his face red with anger as he paced around the tour bus. Luckily for the both of you it was only you two on the bus.

He didn’t even give you time to respond.

“When did you change it Y/N?” Jack sat down in front of you with his hands clasped together in his lap.

“Change what?” You were actually confused but Jacks trust issues made him think you were trying to gaslight him.

“Don’t play stupid. Why did you change your phone password and not tell me? Thats mad suspicious.” Jack laughed sarcastically, clearly aggravated.

You couldn’t believe that all of this started because you changed your phone password, you weren’t trying to keep anything from him and he’d know that had he asked.

“Jackman, are you being serious?” You stared at him with a poker face, you were trying your best to stay calm but you only used his real name when you were upset, and it triggered him instantly.

“Oh! Okay, so it’s Jackman now. Cool. Cool. Cool.” He huffed as he stood up to leave.

“Fuck no” you ran to the front of the bus and blocked the door. “You aren’t walking away from me, you’ve been ignoring me all night.”

“Well it’s weird as fuck that you’d change the password to your phone” Jack shrugged “if you want to cheat on me you could be smarter about it.”

“Are you being serious right now?” Your voice broke.

You couldn’t believe what he was accusing you of, you’d never cheat on him, you’d never even think about it let alone actually do it. “I’d never do that to you, EVER.” You stressed the word ever and you could tell it was going in one ear and out the other, Jack wasn’t willing to hear anything right now.

“Can you move cheater? I need to go back out there before the show starts” Jack was clearly upset and didn’t care if he hurt you in the process but you still couldn’t believe that he convinced himself you cheated on him.

You started to cry and you noticed he was actually looking at you now “I just got my replacement phone remember? It comes with a password of 1234 and I just didn’t have time to change it yet.” You were fully sobbing now and Jack realized he had messed up but it was too late.

You moved out of the way of the door “have a good show” you mumbled as you headed back to your bunk, you didn’t have the energy to continue the conversation.

“Babe” Jack whispered and you waved him away, he felt a giant pit of guilt in his stomach but he had a job to do so he quietly shut the door to the tour bus and left.

After the show, Jack found you laying in your bunk just scrolling twitter. The rest of the team was packing up equipment while he tried to get you to talk to him. “Baby…” he whispered and you didn’t respond, your back was faced toward him but you scooted over so he could crawl in and lay beside you.

“I can’t believe you thought I would cheat on you” You whispered, trying to hold back your shaky voice but you were unsuccessful. You turned to face him “I would never hurt you like that, not ever. I’m not her.” You started to cry and Jack felt awful, his spit got thick as he tried to swallow at the mention of “her.” Any and all of his trust issues stemmed from his last relationship before you and he always swore he wouldn’t blame you for the things that she did to him but he found it hard to trust, especially being in the position he was in.

You weren’t famous, so he felt that you wouldn’t understand the lifestyle, resent him and leave. Thats what she did, and he realized he was trying to sabotage the relationship before he got hurt but in the process he realized just how much he hurt you.

“Baby” he cuddled into you “I know that, I know” he sighed. “I shouldn’t have accused you of cheating on me and I know that” he kissed your forehead.

“Then why do you jump to that conclusion every time we argue? I can’t keep defending myself over something I didn’t and wouldn’t ever do” you sniffled and Jack wiped away your tears.

“I promise you, I’ll do better” his voice trembled now.

“I love you and I would never hurt you, you know that right?” you looked him in the eyes as you reached out to wipe away a single tear from his cheek.

“I do, I love you too” he smiled sadly as his lips quivered now, it was then that you noticed he was crying even harder than he was the second before.

“Don’t cry baby, I’m not upset with you” you rubbed his back as you held him closer.

“I just feel like an asshole” he mumbled into the crook of your neck.

“We all have trust issues, you’re just working through yours” you kissed him softly as the door to the tour bus slammed shut and the bus filled with loud voices.

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow fanfic #bf!jack

[jokerislandgirl32]

Zach Likes Long Hair…

So, I’ve started writing little Ziolet scenarios to get me back into the swing of writing, this little Ziolet scene that came to me when contemplating whether or not I should cut my hair. You can find it below the cut because it is long, enjoy!

P.S.! If you have any Ziolet scene recommendations or requests for future posts, feel free to let me know!

Zach *giving his infamous pathetic man child sob*: “Wahhh!”

Violet: “Uhhh, Zach? Why are you crying?”

Zach *crossing his arms and pouting, turing his head from her smugly*: “I know what you did…”

Violet *with a genuinely confused expression on her face*: “What I did, what are you talking about? What did I do wrong? Why are you acting like this…I’m sorry if I hurt you but I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what it…”

Zach *opening the calendar app on his phone and shoving it in her face, holding back tears*: “How can you do this to us?”

Violet *scans the screen and covers her mouth to fight back a laugh*: “Zach…you realize you are showing me the date with my hair appointment, right?”

Zach *eyes glimmering with tears*: “Why are you laughing? This is serious! How could you do this to us, to me…you didn’t even tell me!”

Violet *realizing how upset he is, puts a hand on his face*: “I’m sorry honey, but I put it in our shared calendar, I thought you’d seen it before now and you were okay with it…you know I get a trim at least once a year…it’s starting to tangle, so it’s time for a trim…”

Zach *sniffing and pouting some more*: “I can get the Zachbots to untangle it for you…I can untangle it for you! Just pleeeasseeee don’t cut it all off!”

He drops to his knees and hugs her around the waist, begging her to not cut her hair off, he reaches up and grabs fists full of her hair for extra measure, pressing kisses to her locks.

Violet *who’s head is slightly pulled back from Zach’s hysterical display pats his head reassuringly*: “I promise it’s just a trim, honey, no more than 3 inches max!”

Zach *scrambles to his feet and pulls her hair into two sections, then he measures her hair with a ruler extension produced by a Zachbot*: “But that’s almost all of it! It won’t be at your butt anymore!”

Violet *shaking her head, and giving a small exasperated laugh*: “Zach, I promise it won’t be that bad, why are you so worked up over this? It will grow back, I promise!”

Zach *sniffling, wrapping his hands in her hair until his fingers are digging into her scalp*: “I just really like your long hair…”

Violet *gently pulls his hands away from her hair, it falls around her face in huge knots*: “I know you do, Zach…But this…this is why…you can’t leave my hair alone and when it’s this long this happens…”

Zach *gives her an uncomfortable smile*: “Ohhh, yeah…you have a point there, sorry Vi…”

Violet *hugs him*: “It’s okay, do you wanna come with me to the appointment so you can make sure they don’t chop it all off?”

Zach *nodding, smiling shyly*: “Yeah…”

Violet *pointing a warning finger into his chest*: “Do you promise not to scream at the hairdresser this time?”

Zach *eyes growing wide*: “Uhhh, I’ll try my best…”

#wild kratts #wild kratts au #zach varmitech #wild kratts zach #ziolet #violet varmitech #wild violet au #zach really likes her hair okay 😂 #wild kratts oc #f/o x s/i #self ship #selfship

[sunbearsophia]

*blows the dust off my tumblr*

Been a hot minute since I posted art here, so here, have some Matt/Anna content! Or, as I'm starting to take to calling their ship, MirrorGlasses! ^^

Def need to talk about them more, because second to only Eduarel, they're my second favorite ship. I'm really sad we haven't seen her in later Eddsworld media, but Anna seemed like a neat lil' side character in her and Matt's comic arc, and they seemed like an adorable couple! (Even if it did turn out they were faking for Edd and Tom.)

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So, yeah, def in my Eddsworld universe, they started out the same way, Matt hiring Anna to play the role of his girlfriend to prove to the others that he could be in a relationship and pretty sick of the "dating a mirror" jokes. Anna was happy to play the part, because she liked having an extra bit of cash, but also thought the idea of playing a smoopy-woopy girlfriend sounded fun, and a lot easier than her real relationships had been up until then. (I imagine she probably didn't end up in the happiest relationships prior to Matt, which wasn't... great for her self-esteem, which was already pretty poor thanks to her parents.)

However, the more time they spent together, the more it felt natural to them. It stopped being an act after a while, they found the things they did in front of Tom and Edd, like holding hands, giving cute nicknames and compliments, warmly embracing, talking about their lives and hopes and dreams, just generally enjoying being around one another, it... it wasn't something they had to pretend to enjoy. They did those things when no one was watching.

Matt didn't realize at first what was happening, just assuming Anna was a great actress and he was just... y'know, pretty in-deep with the whole thing. Anna, however, got hit with the realization that, "oh no, i've fallen for this cute, silly man aaaaaa"

Maybe later on, after narrowly avoiding a close call with the boys catching them NOT acting all cute, Matt sighs in relief their cover wasn't blown, and commends Anna for her own acting skills, his friends genuinely seem so convinced they're actually in love!

And at that moment, Anna just seems... hurt. She's not upset at Matt since they're not really in a relationship, it's just... she'd honestly forgotten they weren't. She was convinced, or at least convinced herself that after a string of bad relationships, she'd found someone who loves her for her, and that his acting wasn't acting anymore, like her.

But she understands, it's okay. He had no real romantic obligations to her, she knows it's selfish to be upset when they've both made it clear that it's all an act. They're not in a real relationship... Matt could do better than her anyways. He's such a kind, sweet, silly and handsome man, and she's just... well, she doesn't feel she'd actually measure up, anyways.

However, she does ask him after that if they can end the facade, she doesn't really want to keep it up anymore. Matt is taken aback, wondering if it was something he said, and Anna assures him it's not, it's just that even though this has been fun... some of the most fun and wonderful times of her life, really, she doesn't really wanna keep pretending they're in a relationship- keep him in a pretend relationship- if they're not. He deserves to find a real partner, who gives him all the love and joy he deserves. She just doesn't... want to be in the way of that for him.

Matt is just completely shocked and worried, already seeing her low self-esteem show its face and tries to at least figure out if he said something or did something to hurt her, and convince her she's not "in his way," but... doesn't want to keep her in a fake relationship if she's not happy or comfortable. The two agree to end things, and mutually part ways... with both fighting back tears.

Later, similarly to what happened in the actual arc, Matt tells the gang they broke up, but doesn't really take to their attempts to get his mind off of it, just trying to make sense of it to himself. Tom's no good with this mushy stuff, so Edd sits down with a cola for them both to try and talk to him. Matt doesn't reveal it was them fake dating, but does express a lot of his sadness, genuinely asking Edd why it hurts so much, knowing it's over. And Edd, just trying to be a good and supportive friend, is just like, "Well, y'know, it's because you loved her, right?"

That's when it finally hits Matt at a million miles an hour. He... He does love Anna. He really, truly loves her. And she loved him, and... and...

Oh, no, he's made a terrible mistake.

Quickly rushing out the door faster than Edd can ask where he's going, he practically makes a break for Anna's apartment building, determined to try and make things right, to tell her it was all real to him. Once he finally makes it, it hurts to see her open the door, as he's greeted by a pair of sad, puffy eyes that had clearly been crying for hours, and a hoarse, but genuine, "... Hey."

She lets him in, and the two genuinely do have a heart-to-heart where Matt apologizes for rubbing in the fact that they were fake dating, never meaning to hurt her genuine, real feelings. Anna explains he doesn't need to apologize, she knows full and well he'd never hurt her and it wasn't even really that. She admits that yes, she does have feelings for him, but she knows their relationship wasn't and never was real, and she doesn't want Matt to pretend to like her for others, or for her. He's a wonderful person who'll find an equally wonderful person for him, and she doesn't want to hold him back from that, when she's not close to good enough for him-

Matt stops her right there, refusing to let her talk badly about herself. She has absolutely no idea how amazing she truly is, how beautiful, funny, nerdy, patient and loving she is, and how every moment he's spent with her has been some of the best of his life. He knows he messed it up, but he won't stand by while the woman he loves talks badly about her...

It only just then hits Matt what he said out loud, and Anna, with wide, hopeful, teary eyes asked him to repeat that, and he, a tad sheepish and blushing, gently reaffirms that yeah... he loves her.

Cue her grabbing him by his overcoat collar and bringing him in for their first kiss on the lips, which Matt just absolutely melts into reciprocating.

Edd and Tom are equally confused by the next day, seeing the pair apparently back to dating, only this time, they're more genuine, and not as insistent on acting all lovey dovey around them...

Just kidding, they end up acting even mushier as a genuine couple, genuinely and blissfully in love. All's well that ends well! (Except for Tom, who needs to keep nausea pills on hand anytime Anna's around, or Matt even brings her up, bleh.)

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BONUS HEADCANONS THAT I'VE WRITTEN FOR FUNSIES:

I've mentioned this on Twitter, but in case I forgot to mention it here, I headcanon that Anna is the youngest sibling in Mark's family. (They have an oldest sister, Loretta, who's Balloon Head Fred's wife, then Blonzie, then Mark, then finally her.) Mark isn't... pleased with the situation that his beloved little sister is dating his dumbass rival from next door, nor confident in the fact that Matt genuinely loves her for her, and not just playing some cruel joke on him through her. Plus, with all the dangerous shit they get into on a regular basis, Mark doesn't like the idea of Matt putting her in harm's way, especially after how toxic and unloving her previous relationships were, the last thing Mark wants to see is his little sister getting hurt. The two already had a tense relationship before, but after Matt and Anna start dating for real, him and Mark really don't get along. Anna appreciates her older brother's concern for her but doesn't take kindly to him insulting her sweet and loving boyfriend, and assures him she can take care of herself. Similarly, she'll shut down Matt if he says something bad or insulting about her brother, reminding him that Mark is just looking out for her and that's her brother and she loves him. I definitely think as their relationship goes on, Matt and Mark slowly get along better and better, realizing that if they agree on nothing else, they both love Anna, and want her to be happy. Ultimately, Mark decides that if Matt loves Anna, if he makes her happy and feeling like she's loved and worthy of being loved, then that's really all he needs. Guess he stans now lol.

Love the idea that even before they officially start dating, Matt and Anna end up being really close confidantes, and are able to confide things to one another they can't with most people, even the ones they're closest to. I think Matt is a gentle voice of encouragement and support when it comes to Anna's depression and low self-esteem, consistently reminding her of the things he loves about her, and Anna, in turn, is just as gentle with Matt's metal health and self-image, reassuring him he doesn't need to constantly put on a brave or happy face for her, he can be and feel whatever he wants around her. They're just a mutual space of love and understanding for one another.

They absolutely indulge in each other's hobbies and interests, no matter how bad they are at it. Someone once mentioned a headcanon about Anna at least having an interest in rebuilding computers, which I LOVE and am rolling with, she's def a computer technician and could genuinely ramble for hours about it, which Matt loves to hear and engage with. She teaches him the ins and puts of computer systems and parts, he teaches her about hair care (I dun like the EW Fan Movie, but Matt being a hairdresser is a fun idea!) and ABSOLUTELY involves her in his cooking. He doesn't mind that her cooking is the equivalent of rat poison, he lives doing it with her and always encourages and praises her attempts.

SPEAKING OF COOKING, I like to think Matt, the first time he visited her apartment, noticed a lot of takeout bags and cups and boxes in the trash, and not a lot of dishes in general. Anna jokes it's just because she can't cook for shit anyways, but it's also because she's just generally too depressed to make the effort most days, something Matt recognizes without her needing to say it. He decides right there on the spot that no, this won't do, and cooks her dinner right then and there so she has something a bit more substantial. She insists that he didn't have to go to that trouble, but... she might sniffle a bit and genuinely thanks him, for doing that for her, it means a lot that he's looking out for her. (Also she realizes he's a fucking AWESOME chef girl you gotchu a catch aaaa)

I think that Anna is kinda the type of person who copes with her depression with humor, and tends to make a lot of dark jokes at her own expense. She always found it easier to do with friends, her siblings would always get really concerned and she didn't wanna worry them, and after all her experience with her parents, bad friendships and probably previous relationships, she figured no one else cared enough to point it out. Matt, however, is VERY quick to get worried the more she talks down about herself, and it's not long before he brings it up directly and gently, but genuinely asks her to stop, taking her by the hands and looking far more serious than normal. He thinks she's perfect in every way, and her insulting herself or insinuating the world is better off without her isn't funny at all, he can't bear to imagine a world without her, and he doesn't want her to do the same. she's definitely taken by surprise, unused to anyone aside from her siblings trying to cut that out, and unused to being told the world is a better place with her in it. she probably laughs a little, before softly crying for a bit in Matt's arms, since she feels safe doing that with him.

Matt definitely helps encourage her in the best and most gentle ways to help handle her depression. He's not overbearing about it at all, but genuinely wants to help if he can. He'll take her to outside areas for dates so she can get some sunshine and fresh air, probably invites her to go jogging or practicing yoga with him, teach her different, easy recipes to make herself dinner and definitely takes on making it himself if she needs, and always reminds her how beautiful, wonderful and loved she is. (Maybe anytime he stays over at her apartment, he'll do cute little things like fold her laundry and make her lunch, all the while hiding little notes for her like Easter Eggs with things about her he loves and wants to remind her of. Peak boyfriend material there aaaa)

Anna, meanwhile, I genuinely do believe is encouraged by Matt's love and help, and tries to do better and be more self-reliant thanks to his support. Her self-esteem challenges are definitely a fight, but she knows she's not doing it alone, which makes everyday a little easier. Likewise, I think she's constantly doing the same for him, giving him organization tactics to help with his hording problem, reminding him, as well, every chance she gets what she loves about him, supporting him in all his hyperfixations, and will throw some verbal hands at anyone who dares try and even imply he's not smart. ("Idiot, huh? Awful big words for someone who blew up half of London because he hated Christmas, isn't it, Thomas?")

I like to imagine their ideas for genuine dates are pretty different, like Matt, even when he's not pretending to be "couply-wouply" with Anna, loves big, romantic dates like fancy dinner, dancing, walks on the beach under the moon, basically he's a hopeless romantic kinda guy. Anna, meanwhile, will gladly go along with it, especially when they were trying to sell the idea of them being a couple, but actually appreciates smaller scale dates, like picnics, going on walks through the neighborhood, and just ordering pizza and watching a bad movie together. I think Anna gets better as their relationship progresses communicating this to Matt, who ofc doesn't want her to do anything she's not comfortable with, and they def end up more balanced with their date ideas, and come to genuinely enjoy eachother's date types as much as their own. (Matt had always planned to propose to Anna with some big, romantic date and gesture, but ultimately, he ended up asking her while they were just cuddled on the couch together. qwq)

They eventually have kids! These are my designs for the little half-vampire ankle biters lol:

#eddsworld #eddsworld fanart #eddsworld matt #eddsworld anna #eddsworld ships #matt eddsworld #anna eddsworld #matt/anna eddsworld #matt/anna #mirrorglasses #eddsworld fankids

[eyesanddragons]

Rambling incoming. People often remember the book 10 vase scene & the epilogue as poorly written (and they are), but I'd argue that what happens after the vase scene is just as badly written, if not worse.

Being told that Darkstalker not only brainwashed one of her friends, but also attempted to kill off his entire tribe with a plague, should have been the final straw for Moon. She had already experienced a SEVERE breach in trust with Darkstalker before he even emerged from the mountain, so much so that it put her into tears (end of book 8). She should have immediately realized that trying to redeem Darkstalker would necessarily put the lives of her friends, Winter's tribe, and the world at risk, as long as he still had his powers. She should have immediately started focusing on how to neutralize DS as soon as possible. Maybe neutralize him in a way where she can safely try to redeem him without gambling the world on it, but not if it requires the sacrifice of her friend's safety. She should have redirected her empathy towards the friends she KNOWS she can trust. This does not happen. Instead, she throws herself a pity-party, like she is the real victim in all of this. She stubbornly insists that he can still be redeemed much to the dismay of Winter and the questioning of Qibli, and then puts the entire world at risk by betting on him willingly eating the strawberry to find redemption. It is ONLY through the serendipitous hubris of Darkstalker that he is defeated. Yet the books do not hold Moon to task on ANY of this completely blind and genuinely selfish crusade of hers. No, it's everyone else's fault for not believing in her.

A few short pages after the vase scene, Moon outright channels suburban mom energy out of nowhere, infantilizes Winter as if he is a toddler throwing a temper tantrum over spilt milk, and basically tells him to go to his room. All because he was upset that, after being told that DS nearly wiped out the IceWings and brainwashed one of her closest friends, she wanted to go talk to the culprit. She refuses to explain why and doesn't even try to understand why Winter is so upset. Yet she calmly explains her reasons to Qibli on the very next page. This scene alone made me almost quit WoF entirely because it straight-up invalidates Winter's trauma while, somehow, framing him as the unreasonable one.

After their conversation with Darkstalker, they realize they have to tell Winter that Queen Glacier, his aunt whom he genuinely cared about and valued so much that he made it a cornerstone of his identity early in the arc, has been killed by Darkstalker's plague. So, since they are such good friends they would feel genuine empathy and sorrow for him, right? Dreading the task of telling him because it will be a genuinely difficult thing to do, to tell a close friend that a loved one of theirs died? Lmao nope. Instead, all Qibli and Moon are worried about is that he might yell at them. Moon's only response to Qibli's worry is "I've heard worse in his head." Not "he's allowed to mourn," or "he's been through a lot recently, cut him some slack." Imagine if your friends, behind your back, learned of your loved ones passing and went "Oh god, alright let's draw straws on who has to tell this guy."

The 2nd half of book 10 is, to this day, probably some of the worst, most mean-spirited writing I've ever seen in... anything really. It systematically destroyed the found family to resolve a love triangle that nobody wanted, because letting Moon and Qilbi just choose each other was apparently *not* an option.

The Vase scene and how the character's react and treat Winter in the 2nd half of Book 10 is one of the reasons why it's my least favorite WoF book. It really is unnecessarily mean spirited. Though I do wanna touch a bit on what you say here. Specifically about Moon since I think her actions her could of actually been handled in an interesting and impactful way.

This isn't to defend the Vase scene or anything...it's really bad and honestly I think it's worse with this context. I just wanna mention this since I think Moon is a really under-utilized character.

Moon's in a horrifically toxic friendship with Darkstalker, he repeatedly makes Moon feel responsible for his actions, he isolates her from her friends, he constantly pleads with her to stay with him because it'll make him better or make him stop acting horrible. It's notable that Moon is the only one Darkstalker didn't enchant because her Behavior is like someone who was enchanted. Darkstalker doesn't need to enchant Moon, he's already got his grubby in her 13 or so year old mind. Moonwatcher also has a surprisingly black-and-white worldview. Moonwatcher sorts thoughts into bad and good and judges people by them. Darkstalker exploited this by showing Moon all the good things he wants and all the good things he thinks.

If we get rid of all the magic from Darkstalker for a second what we have is a horror story where a much older teenager is manipulating a much younger one to Stay With Them so that They don't Kill Anyone. This is Deeply Horrifying and I'm not even going to touch on how he compares her to Clearsight because it becomes even creepier and I don't want to talk about stuff like that at the moment.

This is why I hate the vase scene even more! Because if we divorce it from the rest of book 10 for a bit it's actually a deeply fucking terrifying scene where Moonwatcher's sense of self is so reliant on Fixing Darkstalker that the idea of him doing something so horrible is something she can't accept because if she Does that means she's at fault.

Plus part of the worry in the vase scene is coming from how Moonwatcher trusts Darkstalker still, and how Darkstalker can read her mind. Winter is putting Moon at risk by telling her this. Could you imagine if Darkstalker Did decide to do something to Moon because of what Winter did? Moon is being put in danger by that information.

Of course we live in a world where book 10 sucks and Moonwatcher is barely a character outside of the love triangle so we don't get that. Moonwatcher's personality changes depending on what the love triangle needs to continue. The clearest example of this is Moon Wanting to Abandon waiting for Winter in Escaping Peril when SHE'S the one who wanted to wait for him in the first place!

I think one of my major problems with Book 10 is that, due to the romance plot, a lot of characters feel like there being given a script by Tui herself for the plot to go like this. So, as you mentioned, instead of acting like concerned friends who just learned that there friend's aunt was practically murdered, Qibli and Moon act really dismissive and even cruel. Complaining about being yelled at rather than the fact that Winter's Aunt is Dead. However this scene is supposed to push the romance further, to show how Winter is less attractive to Moon compared to Qibli.

Now, again, really fucked up to use his aunt's death as the backdrop here, but it is the purpose of the scene. This book is so meanspirited and horrible I Hate it god I hate Book 10-

#asks #book 10 I hope you get erased from the universe forever #hmm...feel like I need a cw for this but dont know what #ask to tag