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[wizzle-the-frizzle]

[here-comes-the-snow]

OOC // my inbox is empty. come bully icedagger cmon pls guys

[bordysbae]

i am obsessed with the ethan x diabetes reader it’s so good! could you please write another?

“you aren’t alone”

ethan edwards x f!reader

omfg i’m so sorry this has taken me so long to write my inbox is so full rn!!

you and ethan are currently visiting his family for part of winter break. his grandparents are going to be staying at his parents house, and so are the both of you. this is your first time meeting his grandparents and you know how close he is with his grandfather, so you’re quite nervous. you guys arrived in canada last night, and his grandparents are coming in less than an hour.

“babe i promise if my parents like you, they’ll like you too. you don’t need to impress anyone,” ethan reassures you as he comes up behind you in the mirror. you readjust your shirt for the fifth time now, sighing at how you can’t manage to get it to look good. “babe stop, we’re going to pick them up from the airport anyways so your shirt doesn’t matter. cmon let’s go downstairs,” he says as he intertwines his fingers with yours.

you and ethan are sat in the back of the car, with ethan’s dad driving. the airport is full of people rushing to find their rides, and people entering the airport as well. you guys see his grandparents standing with their suitcases and ethan’s dad pulls the car over in front of them. ethan gets out to help his grandpa, while his grandma slides in the backseat. “hi darling! you must be y/n! i’ve heard so much about you, you’re so gorgeous!” she smiles at you sweetly. your heart begins to race, and you put your largest and sweetest smile on your face.

“oh thank you mrs. edwards! it’s wonderful to meet you as well!” you beam. ethan then gets back in the car, and you all head back to the edwards household.

when you arrive at the house, ethan, his father, and his grandfather immediately go to watch the hockey game that’s on the tv while you go into the kitchen to catch up with the other women. eventually the boys all come into the kitchen and sit at the table with you guys, immediately causing a ruckus. when the boys join in on the conversation, it switches to laughter and loudness.

suddenly you start to feel dizzy and lightheaded, and ethan immediately notices.“babe, are you alright?” he asks in your ear. you lousily nod, not trying to draw the attention on you. you don’t want to seem like you’re begging for attention, especially in front of his parents and grandparents. you try your best to ignore the dizziness and the empty feeling in your head, but it eventually becomes to much and you grab ethan’s attention by tapping his shoulder.

“im going low e,” you whisper. he quickly gets up to grab you some juice and a snack, grabbing the attention of everyone at the table.

“honey are you alright? you basically jumped up from the table!” his mom chuckles, turning around in her seat to face her son.

“y/n is going low, do we have any juice?” he asks frantically. his mom immediately helps him navigate through the kitchen and a few moments later he returns with juice and candy for you. you awkwardly eat and drink, trying to ignore the lingering attention that’s on you.

“im sorry, i didn’t mean to cause a scene,” you speak up, very clearly embarrassed.

“oh darling, don’t apologize! ethan’s grandfather is actually a diabetic as well,” ethan’s grandma smiles, gesturing to her husband who’s sat across the table from her. you immediately look at him and he rolls up his sleeve to show you the glucose monitor on his arm, making you smile.

“oh wow, i had no idea!” you exclaim, instantly feeling a sense of relief. you turn to look at ethan who has an even bigger smile on his face, glad you’re feeling more comfortable around his family. “see babe, you aren’t alone!” ethan whisper-yells to you, before placing a soft kiss in your hair.

[bluebaby123]

Hitoshi Shinsou x Y/n | A Bad Date

Inspired by some bad dates I’ve been on... I was once on a date with a guy who made jokes about a kid from our school who was shot in a drive by AND he made fun of my mom to my face... If only I’d had a Hitoshi... *sigh* Feel free to inbox me some of your bad date stories (specify if I can share them or not <3) 

It was a horrible date to say the least. This guy had been going on for ages now about how he had been horribly mistreated by his ex-girlfriend and how she just thought she was so great because she blocked him on social media this, and how her new boyfriend that, and probably some other stuff too but… you had stopped listening a while back and were now staring longingly into your empty wine glass. “So I said to her, just shut up and finish what I asked you to do like hours ago,” he roars in laughter at his own misogynistic story. “Well, it’s getting late and I actually have to get up early tomorrow, do you mind if we get the check?” you ask. “CHECK!” he screams into the restaurant. You burry your face in your hands and prepare to leave a large ‘Im so sorry my date is an asshole’ tip. You’re kicking yourself for not taking your own car. The thought of being stuck with him for one more second has you feeling icky. The waiter brings over the check and your date fumbles around in his pockets before saying, “oooh, umm, think you could spot me? I think I forgot my wallet at home.” You’ve had 

enough of this guy, the constant complaining and insulting jokes and now this? He ordered lobster for fucks sake. You blatantly roll your eyes, “you had your wallet when you were getting change for the meter, so I’m pretty sure you have it actually.” He blinks at you then runs a nervous hand through his hair, “well, I do have it, but I forgot my credit card at home.” You are furious now, you saw his cards in his wallet when he was pulling out change for the meter. Your eyes would be boring holes into him if they could physically do so. “Aww cmon babe, money isn’t everything right? I thought this was going well! Let’s keep the good energy flowing and maybe take it back to my place?” You were thoroughly disgusted. You stand up, scooting the chair and making it squeak across the floor. “I don’t want to go home with you, I want to go home, alone,” you say much louder than you meant to. Silence falls across the restaurant, except for a few snickers from other tables. And with that you grab your purse and walk across the restaurant to the waiter. “Thank you for everything,” you say and slip him 50 bucks for all the trouble he’s endured. You make your way to the front of the restaurant, your date trailing behind you. “You’re just gonna leave me to take care of the bill?! What?! ‘Cut I’m supposed to be ‘the man’?? Selfish bitch!” he shouts at your back. You know you shouldn’t be hurt by his words but that doesn’t mean they don’t sting. How could someone be this awful? “Hey,” says a voice, “I don’t like the way you’re talking to her.” You look behind you to see a man with indigo coloured hair standing calmly behind your date. Your date whirls around and starts advancing upon the man. “Oh yeah?! And who the hell asked yo-“ Your date suddenly becomes quiet and still. The man with the indigo hair smirks and says, “listen buddy, you’ve made everyone’s night a living hell, especially for her. So why don’t you pay the bill, tack on a nice bottle of wine for the lady, and leave a generous tip.” You watch in amazement as your date does exactly as he is told. He goes to the wine case and retrieves a bottle from the top shelf, then walks to the waiter, holds out his card (which he said he didn’t have), and waits for it to be returned to him. He brings you the bottle of wine in a brown paper bag. When he hands it to you, you notice the irises of his eyes are white. You gingerly take the bottle and wait by the door. The indigo haired man strides up to where you and your date are standing and then whispers in his ear, “why don’t you just go on home, have a nice rest.” Your dates walks out of the restaurant and you’re left with the handsome, yet incredibly intimidating stranger. He speaks before you can, “I would have made him apologize to you, but my quirk can’t make others speak, so I hope the wine will do.” He gives you a gentle smile. “Yeah, the wine is great, thank you so much… for everything.” He opens the door for you, “do you mind if I walk out with you?” You shake your head, “not at all.” You step out onto the street, followed by the handsome stranger. “Thanks again, umm sorry, I didn’t get your name…” He extends his hand, “Shinsou, Hitoshi Shinsou… and you are?” You take his hand and tell him your name. The summer breeze toys with the hem of your dress and it brushes against his legs. “You must be a hero with a quirk that powerful,” you say sweetly. His cheeks flush and he nervously rubs the back of his neck. “Thanks, I uh- am a hero… but the way you told that guy off was no doubt just as powerful.” You smile up at him. “Ya know, you go on enough of these things and your patience starts to wear a little thin.” Hitoshi scoffs “What do you mean ‘a little thin’? I was sitting a few tables away and had been day dreaming of doing that for an hour. You’re incredibly patient, Y/n.” The way he says your name makes you wish he’d say it again. “Well maybe I’m an optimist… I just kept hoping that it would miraculously get better but…” You pause, he is listening intently to what you have to say. Even some of your better dates didn’t do that. “It did though, thanks to you.” He smiles, “I won’t keep you hanging around on the sidewalk… may I walk you to your car?” he asks. Your car. Crap. You nervously laugh and look up to see Hitoshi raising an eyebrow at you. “I uh- I didn’t drive myself,” you say. He looks around, “okay, I’ll hail you a cab then, or if you’d rather, I’d be happy to take you home.” You take him up on the offer and follow him down the street to his parking space. He opens the door of his sleek black car for you, and you climb in. If only you’d been on a date with him from the beginning. He drives you back to your place, and you’re talking all the while. You love how he listens to you, and how he adds to the conversation by asking you questions and honestly answering the ones that you ask. You’re also shocked that he doesn’t try to impress you by driving like a maniac. Your date earlier acted like he was auditioning for fucking Tokyo Drift. To say that you are disappointed as Hitoshi pulls up in front of you place is an understatement. “Here we are,” you say, slowly unbuckling your seatbelt. You just push the button as his hand closes over yours. “Wait- I uh- hope this isn’t too forward, but I would love to take you on a date… I think you deserve to have a good one.”

[thehomestuckinfection]

every time i get on tumblr, i check my inbox messages whatever (usually empty cmon guys) but in the messages the only person that has messaged me is ALWAYS online 2 hours ago how.. do you know when im getting online? you know who you are…

[zima74824]

My inbox is empty cmon guys fill them up please

[misnaming-love22]

My inbox is always so empty. Cmon guys send me some anons or just come message me.