#let alone the gf's mom comforting her as she breaks down into tears

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Ngl, while I do mock Eastenders at times for how it goes about character exits, Leo Taylor's death hit pretty hard.

[idontplaytrack]

Hi! I rewatched All Together Now today and im in need of a new amber appleton fic! maybe one where amber is shutting her gf (reader) out after her mom dies. eventually reader confronts her about it and amber finally drops the ‘everything’s fine’ facade and lets reader comfort her? thank you!

Everything’s fine

Amber Appleton x fem! reader

Warnings: coarse language, angst, fluff, mentions of death, periods, surgery

“You burned bright like a fire in the pouring rain. Those things I couldn’t explain, oh what I saw in you.”

— Feels Like Home, Auli’i Cravalho & Keegan DeWitt

“Amber.” You seethed.

“What?” She asked in response, tone matching yours.

“Amber, stop this.”

“Stop what?” Amber huffs.

“This! Keeping up with this ‘everything’s fine’ façade. You’re not fine.”

“Everything is fine.”

“Really?” You scoff, “Then can you tell me, why you have been deliberately ignoring me for the past month, when I talk to you it’s like you’re not even there. You look terrible and you are always falling asleep in class. What the hell is going on with you?”

“Why the hell are you so angry?” She snapped.

Your eyes widened, shock by her use of a profanity.

“I’m worried about you! You never tell me anything.”

She disagrees, “I tell you everything.”

“Everything?” You inhaled deeply, “Okay, Amber, so tell me. What has been going on with you? Don’t spare me any details.”

She was chewing on her lower lip, the anger and frustration in her gaze melting away into panic, then sadness. You too, began to get worried, your pettiness gone in the matter of seconds.

“How can I even tell you something like that?”

“Like what? Amber it’s okay, whatever it is, please. Just tell me, you don’t have to be going through that alone.” A soft sigh falls from your lips.

“y/n…” She takes in a shaky breath, “I can’t , I’m sorry. I can’t put that on you.”

“Amber.” You looked at her right in the eye, “We’ve known each other forever. Now’s not the time to do this to me— I’m worried about you, you’re going to break if you keep bottling it up.”

She’s already told you about her living situation and offered to let her stay with you — she rejected that offer. Multiple times, so you let that go. On the account that she’d talk to you whenever. Especially when she was in need of help.

She sniffed, fiddling with her fingers as she avoided your eyes, ��Uh. My— my Mom she got into an accident a little while ago and she’s gone.”

Your heart sank to your stomach, your breath…it gets caught in your throat. Or rather, it felt like it just got sucked out of you. You quickly pulled her into a hug, seeing from her body language that she was about to cry any second.

“I told her not to go back there and she wouldn’t listen to me. I just don’t know what to do, everything’s been taken away from me. I just— I don’t feel like I’ve got any purpose being here.”

She’s has never been like this. Ever. And that’s what you were afraid of. Terrified, actually. You couldn’t lose her, no way.

“I know I’m just a friend, Amber. But I’ll always be here for you. That probably doesn’t mean much but I mean it. I’m serious, whatever it is, no matter where life takes us. I will always be here, right by your side. You’re a good person, Amber. Never forget that. You’ve helped so many people and we will never ever forget the selflessness and the kindness, the compassion and the encouragement you’ve shown and given to others all while you had so much to deal with.” You began, “You have a heart of gold.”

Amber exhales shakily, the air harshly expelling from her lips as tears streamed down her face. She breaks away from the hug.

“You’ve made an impact on so many people’s lives, some may not remember you but they will remember that act of kindness, the words you spoke. Parts of you will stay with them, it has stayed with me. I remember it all, like it was yesterday.” You chuckled at the end thinking about a particular memory.

She starts to look at you, so you reached out your hands and grabbed hers into your own.

“First grade, I’d just gotten back to school after a surgery. Was in a cast, couldn’t participate in P.E., my best friends forgot about me. I was a sad, sad six-year old. Well, it was you who came up to me, talked to me like you’ve known me all your life. I remember I was so happy that I finally had someone who wanted to talk to me, to play with me that I could cry.”

A smile starts to creep onto her face at the memory.

“You were…different than my old friends that treated me like I wasn’t there when I returned. You never made me feel bad about feeling excited for liking things that I like, you’ve actually been there for me. Like, remember when we were seventh grade? When I first got my period and I was so scared and clueless because no one taught me anything. You…you got me through that. You listen to me, you listen to me. I don’t even know what kind of messed up crap I’ve shared with you about my home life and you listened to all of that and comforted me. When we would be running around at the park or at the playground and I would trip and cry and you’d be there to help me up. I— my God, Amber.”

Amber squeezes your hands, brushing a thumb over your knuckles, “Of course. You’re my best friend.”

“I— I can’t lose you, okay? You’re my best friend, you’re the one person who’s been there and made it feel like everything’s fine when they might not have been. I need you. I don’t care if it’s selfish, I need you. I need my best friend.”

Amber was in tears again, just like you were now.

“Amber, will you promise me to try your best and never take your own—”

“I promise, that’s not something I should even be thinking about.” She nodded, “Ever. It was just in the moment of — y’know, frustration and anger at myself and everything.” Amber nodded firmly, sniffling.

“We’ll get through this, I promise. No matter how hard it gets, we will be okay.” You tell her, “It’s you and me against the world, Ams. You and me.”

“Oh, I’m so grateful for you, lovey.” She cups your cheek, stroking it with her thumb, “I’d be so lost without you.”

“And I’ll be a mess without you.” You chuckled tearfully, “Take it one day at a time, Amber. We’ll help each other. Deep breaths, we got this.”

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i know we as a collective society believe in gamer! eren supremacy. and yes, this is a good take. however, may i introduce to you: normie/fuckboy/jock eren with gamer/nerd gf. thoughts under the cut (safe for work, pg-13, also slight snk spoilers for season 3 and up!)

see, eren isnt necessarily a fuckboy. in fact, hes very loyal! he doesnt really think that way about any girls or guys except you. but hes popular romantically and had a reputation for sleeping around before he met you (not that theres anything wrong with that but ya know word travels fast across campus). plus, cmon the dude is in a frat, super hot and has a tongue piercing. he cant blame anyone for thinking he is a fuckboy bc he exudes the energy.

you are kind of the complete opposite. you dont really enjoy parties and you keep to yourself. you're a total wreck when it comes to flirting and your kinda oblivious to whenever people like you. you dont have many friends and are a bigger fan of 2d people than 3d.

either way eren finds you so so so cute. he first approached you at one of his frat parties. your roommates convinced you to come after she said that someone (read: connie) had a dance dance revolution mat, but you kinda just stuck around in a corner staring at your cup once you lost them. he looks you up and down-- your outfit was pretty cute, a short plaid orange pleated skirt, dress shirt, orange cardigan and black beret laying neatly upon your head. and your face... he couldn't help himself but try to talk to you. you were really anxious because wahhh scary sports guy you dont know but he was kinda instantly comforting? in a way? and he was freaking pretty. he looked like a final fantasy character--long haired characters were your type. the rest was kind of history.

a lot of people are shocked when they find out your dating bc you two are so different (some people are surprise eren “dates” at all) but no one dares question your relationship when they see how much eren dotes on you. he has so many polaroids of you in his wallet-- from the many arcade dates you bring him on where you decimate him at almost every game, you awkwardly posing in the hentai section of bookstores, or just candids of you being intensely focused on a puzzle in a game. whenever you guys go out to eat and somethings wrong with your meal, he'll send it back (in a polite way, of course, but hes still assertive.) or if you buy like a figurine and its misisng something hes marching up to the cashier stand for you. he always has an arm around your waist or is holding is hand in yours. sometimes you just cling onto his arm and rest your head on it (hes comfy!!!!! and you are always tired) your both pretty clingy, but you get kinda awkward when you two are around people you know so he just kinda subtly holds you as to not make a scene. its nice. hes comfy.

youve got dual monitors, a pc you made yourself, rgb keyboard, the whole nine yards. all your consoles are up to date and you keep a handheld system on you at all times. you spend most your weekends watching anime and movies and tv shows and your shelves are piled high with books and comic books. eren literally does not understand any of it. when you told him you built your pc he goes "you made all those microchippy things? youre soooo smart babe". when you talk about some of your weirder or more complicated animes he nods along but honestly he gets so lost ("so like, lemme get this straight, the kids dad's wife ate his mom?" "yeah but like she was turned into a titan so she didn't realllllly know it was the dads wife, but like she literally walks past this titan shifter so i think she knew." "thats crazy.") and he will never understand the point of otome games when hes literally right there. he actually has a really bad habit of getting jealous of characters you have a crush on but you just find it funny. sometimes he gets an ego boost when they look like him because even if they look like him he is actually real so they can suck it.

hes rlly supportive tho. erens a rlly passionate person and he loves you a lot so he pours a lot of passion into what you do. if you are into esports/fps games hes cheers you on all the time and does all the raging for you ("BABE THAT GUY IS STREAM SNIPING! HES STREAM SNIPING YOU HEY ASSHOLE STOP CHEATING OFF MY GIRLFRIEND" "eren he cant stream snipe me because i dont stream" "oh i thought that just meant cheating"/"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL HER?" "eren its okay i can just report him" "NO NO LET ME AT HIM IF HE WANTS TO CALL YOU A BITCH I CAN CALL HIM MUCH WORSE" "um guys im gonna mute my mic for a second if you need me text chat") if youre into cozy games he likes to watch you play and gives you ideas on where to put things. like in minecraft he makes you put a second bed for him even though he doesnt play and he helps you name all your pets. you get a little less intense with cozy games so you sit on his lap and he lets his hair down puts his head on your shoulder and points at where you should place stuff. he still rages though? this is eren jaeger we are talking about. ("aw, she wont move to my island." "WHAT? who does that little ugly squirrel think she is? you think youre too good for MY y/n's island? i'll shave your unibrow off. then we'll see what island will want you" "leave hazel alone! shes cute!"/"dude that hamster guy with the glasses looks like armin" "graham? what? armin doesnt even wear glasses" "no no look at it more" "oh shit youre right") rpgs/otome games are kinda a wild card with how he acts. if its an otome game and the character looks like him he is more into helping you out because it reaffirms to him that you find him good looking but otherwise he is just sulking and calling them annoying ("princess y/n... i know im just a servant, but i want to be with you forever!" "pft. get a load of this guy. clingy much?" "its romantic! youre jealous.")

one of his favorite things to do with you is cuddle and watch anime. usually he lies his face on your thighs or chest while watching and you play with his hair or he holds you in his chest and you play with one of his hands while the other goes behind his head. he grew up on some of the classics like naruto sailor moon one piece pokemon and dbz but he never got super into it until he started dating you. you put him on to soooo many good shows (cartoons, anime, and live action) hes both a crier and he is a get-angrier(?). he gets mad on characters behalfs and you have to pause the show so he can rant about how annoying someone is or he feels so bad for someone so he has to take a minute because hes tearing up. he likes slice of life anime because the friendships <3 theyre so wholesome and they remind him of him armin and mikasa but he also likes shounen because it is entertaining to watch fights. he gets really into them actually. he also has this really bad habit of whenever there is a character with no parents or a dead mom he goes "oh same" or "welcome to the club buddy" under his breath. when theres a cute couple in an anime you both like guys get matching keychains of them unless one of them dies because he thinks its bad luck. his favorite animes are haikyuu, your lie in april and code geass.

you are equally supportive of erens volleyball career. you know all the rules because sports anime and you actually find yourself really liking it in 3d as well (it is lacking in bromance and screaming but you let it slide). you go to all his games and he always texts you before his practices. has a habit of kissing you before games and one day after he kisses you go "gg ez win" as a JOKE but then they like decimate their long time rival marley university and get into nationals (is that a thing for volleyball idk sports) so hes convinced its because you did your "gamer magic". now every time after getting his good luck kiss he interlocks your pinkies and you go "gg ez win" and he goes “yes.” because to this day he doesnt know what it means (he thinks googling it is like breaking the magic)

okay im gonna stop while im ahead BECAUSE I COULD TALK ABOUT THIS ALL DAY I MIGHT JUST GO AHEAD AND WRITE SOME ONESHOTS....

[a-monsters-love]

Hit with a quirk that turns adults to children

Shoto Todoroki x Reader

Genre: massive fluff. angst if ya’ squint

Warnings: implications of abuse, little OOC Shoto but its cannon that he smiled more when he was a kid (the gif is a perfect example) 

A/N: FIC SWAP WITH @hxwks-gf​ ILY2 SWEETS - You’ll find her fic [here] 

(Y/N) = Your name

(E/C) = Eye color

(H/C) = Hair color

[Master List]

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“How could this happen?” Endeavor hissed at Aizawa.

Aizawa, who looks like he’s about to explode on the man in front of him, lets out a deep sigh. “As I said before, Shoto got hit with a civilians quirk. It should wear off in the next couple days.” Endeavor scowls at you as you cross your arms and deadpan at him, your frame standing protectively in front of a now child Shoto. Shoto’s been holding on to you desperately for the past few hours since the incident, only letting go once to get changed into the smallest gym uniform the school could provide.

You offered to hold him but he chose to take refuge in the back of your legs rather than face the situation. The two of you had been working together on a project for Aizawa when you ran into villains on the street, at some point Shoto had a run in with a civilian who accidentally turned him into a child with their quirk. The face of despair and unbridled childlike tears that welled up in his eyes will haunt you.

“I don’t have time for this.” Endeavor groans, he pulls out his phone and calls Fuyumi. She’s a school teacher she should be able to handle this, right? After about 20 minutes of light bickering on the phone, he comes back. Neither of his siblings can help and his mother is ‘sick’.

You look back at Shoto’s shaking frame and take a deep breath, “I’ll take him.” The two heroes look at you with raised eyebrows. “As Aizawa already knows, I have the next few days off for personal reasons. Which means I have plenty of time on my hands to take care of a kid.” You squeak through the tension in the air.

Aizawa sighs, “Are you going to be able to handle it though? With everything going on?”

You laugh softly and rub little Shoto’s head, “I’m great with kids, and I could use the company.” You smile sadly at your teacher, who only nods in response.

Endeavor huffs and kneels down to Shoto, who hides himself further in your knees. “Contact me if anything happens.” He says looking at you.

“Of course, sir.” You had your suspicions before about Shoto’s childhood, this only brought the situation to light. Never have you ever seen the calm and collected Shoto petrified enough to have him in tears. “I will be running by your family home to pick him up a few different pairs of clothing. We don’t know how long this will last.” You tell him, you don’t bother asking. You don’t care for his opinion, he just needs to leave.

He nods in agreement and provides you the address and a vague idea on where to look. After he does, you scoop up your quivering classmate and speed walk out the door. He freezes at first but instinctually wraps his arms around you and buries his embarrassed face in your neck.

He hasn’t said a word since the incident and you don’t know how much of the man you know is still in there. As much as the idea of your crush burying his face into your neck makes you blush, protecting him is your first priority.

You quickly make your way to the Todoroki residence, well, as quick as you could. Shoto quietly asked to be put down about half way there, you walked as quickly as his little legs could comfortably take him.

When you arrived you looked at the note Endeavor gave you once more, “Alright, so, your father said there’s should be a box in the attic with your old clothing.” You squatted down and smiled at him, a small embarrassed expression was still present on his face. “Do you want to look with me, Shoto?”

He glances at you with a blush, the two of you weren’t on a first name basis outside of fact that his Hero name is his first name. Honestly you couldn’t find it in your bones to call a little kid by his last name, it felt too weird. He nods shyly, “Yes…(Y-(Y/N)…” His voice was almost a whisper.

You giggled a bit and finger combed out a few ruffles in his hair, “Wonderful, because I have no idea where your attic is.” The comment earns you a stifled laugh from the boy and he pulls you along by the finger.

After pulling down the latter to the attic you send Shoto up first, following close behind. You both cough at the dust but quickly find the boxes, after he pulls out a few outfits you inspect them for signs of deterioration. When you find no problems you both leave the attic and head down to wash the old clothing.

Shoto freezes as he passes through a hallway, the color has run from his face. “(Y-(Y/N)..” His voice shook as he stared at a door, you walk up to him slowly and offer your arms for him.

He awkwardly steps into your embrace, “Lets wash these at my house.” You say quietly, rubbing his back.

When you get home you walk in and show him where to put his shoes, “I’m home.” You say loudly to the nearly empty home. A meow is heard from upstairs and you wait as your old cat walks down the stairs to greet you. “Hello Cali, I’m home. I brought a friend.” You pet the cat who wasted no time rubbing up on Shoto. “This is Shoto, he’s going to be with us for a few days.” You explain to the cat, who meows lazily in return.

You chuckle as Shoto shyly pets the cat, “I’ve never had any pets before...” He says quietly.

You hum a bit and head to your wash room, “Well, you’ll have plenty of time to experience having one while you’re with me.” You smile at him, he slowly follows you poking his head around doors and entryways.

“Where’s your family?” He asks, noticing the lack of life in your house.

You croon at the question, “It’s just me and Cali. It’s been like that for awhile.” That was all you could manage on the situation as you made sure his clothing was set in the washer.

Regret is visible on his young face and he brought his hands to his mouth, “O-oh..I’m sorry..” He murmured towards the floor.

A chuckle escapes you, how can he be so cute? He looks up in confusion at you, “You did nothing wrong Shoto, you don’t have to apologize. Why don’t you go explore while I clean up a bit?” He nods at you and runs off, you walk up stairs and open up your little brothers old room. You move to open up the window and start dusting off the contents of the room when you hear heavy little feet making their way up the stairs. “Find anything interesting?” You ask.

Turning you see him carrying Cali, his arms scooped under the cats front legs in a manner that makes the beast look long. “You have a piano.” He says, you can hear stifled interest in his voice. Your heart breaks at the fact that a 5 year old is stifling their emotions.

“I do indeed!” You chirp while putting new sheets on the bed. “Do you like pianos?”

You can almost see the gears moving in his head. “They sound pretty.” He finally says, releasing the cat.

You chuckle as you finish cleaning up. “They do, my mom taught me to play when I was your age. She told me that music is the window to ones soul.”

It’ll be nice having him around, you think seeing him look at you in awe. “You can play it?” He asks, excitement can be heard in his voice for the first time.

“I can, I just had it tuned too.” You smile widely at him, glad his wall is coming down. “But first, we must bathe!” You scoop him up and tickle his stomach, “I think we’re both pretty stinky.”

He giggles from being tickled and then blushes at the idea of bathing with you. “Together?” He mumbles, you blush a bit at the comment.

“I-If you would prefer me being there, I su-suppose we could figure something out.” You stammer.

He doesn’t say anything as you walk to the bathroom and start filling up the bath when he pulls on your shirt, you look back at him and squat down. You tilt your head to the side, waiting for him to choose his words. “Stay?” He asks.

You smile, “Of course. Let me go grab a few things and we’ll get in.” You rush to your room and change into a bathing suit, grabbing your brothers old swim suit from his dresser. You hear a loud splash as you walk back, you see Shoto wet in his clothing from the trying to turn off the water. “Someone’s excited.” You tease.

He looks at you with a distressed pouting face, “N-No I-.” He stutters as you move to turn off the water. “I was trying to do that..”

You laugh and offer him the shorts, as he changes you move to grab a few bath soaps and bubble bath. “I appreciate all your help, Shoto.” You say walking back, helping him into the tub. Both of you let out a small sigh as you sink into the hot water, causing small chuckles between you.

You scrub off some of the slime from the day and start pouring bubble soap into the bath. “What’s that stuff?” He asks.

“Oh-Ho. Bubbles of course.” You wink at him and quickly mix the soap to create bubbles. He helps you make bubbles, he giggles a bit at the action and then blushes.

Shoto doesn’t understand what’s come over him, his mind is still all there but he has so much less control over his emotions, let alone his behavior. He hasn’t meant to say half the stuff he has since the accident. He watches you happily go along with his childish antics as if the whole situation were normal. You smile at him when you catch him staring and scoop bubbles onto his head. “H-Hey!” He whines, pushing bubbles at you.

You laugh as he falls into you, the tub is smaller than you’d like but you’re content with space you have. “Careful there.” You scoop him up, you find his eyes wandering along the deep scars all over your body. You reached for the sponge, “Let’s get you cleaned up.” You say softly.

Without realizing it Shoto found himself sitting on your thighs, tracing the scars on your shoulder with his fingers. He jumped back when he felt the soapy sponge touch his arm. “I can do it!” He said louder than he meant.

You hand him the sponge and grab another to scrub yourself. You get out of the tub to rinse off and wash your hair before he’s done. “Come here when you’re done, I want to wash your hair.” You say, he just nods with a bright blush.

He gets out by the time you start putting conditioner in your hair. “I can wash my own hair..” He mumbles, awkwardly sitting in front of you.

“I know you can, but I want to.” You say quietly, this whole situation is like a fever dream for you. Getting to wash your crushes hair and satiating the hole that was left without your family? Win-win (Y/N). “I like doing these things.” You say as you put shampoo in his hair.

“Why?” He asks plainly.

You hum as you massage his scalp, a small sigh leaves him from the feeling. “I like spoiling people I care about.” You blush a bit at the statement, blaming the steam for the heat in your face.

“Y-you care about me?” The question broke your heart.

“Of course I do, I wouldn’t have brought you to my family home or shared a bath with you if I didn’t.” A smile can be heard in your words, he doesn’t say anything.

He sat with his thoughts as you rinsed his hair of shampoo and started applying conditioner. The ‘shared a bath’ comment running through his mind, partially clarifying the fluttering in his chest when he’s around you. Maybe I can ask these questions since she thinks I’m a kid mentally.  he thinks, “Hey, (Y/N)?” You hum in response. “What does it mean when your belly flops around?”

“Hmm, in the literal sense or do you mean when you feel like you have butterflies in your stomach?” You ask, focusing more on detangling his unfairly soft hair.

“Like butterflies.” He murmurs.

“Well, it can indicate excitement, anticipation, nervousness but often times it‘s a sign of love-“ Your breath hitches in your throat are the last word, a deep blush taking over your face. You make a feeble attempt to finish your work.

You were so focused on trying to hide you embarrassment you didn’t see Shoto’s reddening face. He stood up quickly and grabbed the shower head from the floor. “I’ll r-rinse your hair.” He says, giving you no time to argue as he walked around you and started the rinsing the conditioner out of your hair.

Both of you felt like your heads were going to pop, while the feeling of his little hands in your hair provoked giggles from you. You reached back and helped him, he struggled getting out knots from your hair and elected to leave them for you to sort out. His small frame doing him no justice as his hands traced the scars on your back but froze. “It’s okay.” You said softly, letting his childishly addled mind explore. You imagined if you had children they’d would do the same thing. “Let me rinse your hair when you’re done studying.” You tease. The comment pulled him from his wonder and he sat in front of you.

After the bath you both changed into pajamas. He lets you blow dry and brush his hair and followed you around like a ducking into the kitchen. “Can I help?” He asks on his toes at the counter, watching you pull out food for prep.

“Of course, pull up a chair.” You respond pointing at the kitchen table and he does just that. He pulls up a chair and you have him washing vegetables while you prepare a pan to cook in and start the rice cooker. “How does Oyakodon sound?” You ask looking through your fridge.

“I don’t mind as long as you make it.” His tone was soft, he didn’t dare to look at you in his own embarrassment. I didn’t mean to say that, he thinks.

You smile widely and pat his head gently, “You are too sweet, ya’ know that?” You giggle softly. “I’ll get you to decide on what you want tomorrow.”

He smiles lightly as you take the vegetables from him. He pushes the chair closer to the stove to watch you cook and watches how delicately but precise each movement you make is. He knows a little about cooking but he can’t understand how you quickly made a dish that seems so complicated.

He drags the chair back to the table when you start serving the dinner, he sits down excitedly as you bring out his plate. A happy noise escapes him as he starts to eat. You smile softly at his childish behaviors, “You’ll be a good mom.” He says with after chewing.

You chuckle and pull rice off his cheek, eating it yourself. “Maybe, I’ll need to find a husband first, and I’m pretty sure boys are terrified of me.” You recall interactions with other students after the sports festival, the girls were all excited but the boys seemed to shy away.

“You’re not scary!” He says almost dropping his spoon, you laugh and roll your eyes. “You’re not! You’re so nice and helpful and smart and-and pretty!” He felt like the room was spinning as he spat out how he felt, why did I say that?! He scolded himself internally, looking down. “If I could eat your food all the time I’d be your husband.” His words were so quiet you almost didn’t hear him, but you did.

You felt like your heart could jump out of your chest, my crush just said he’d be my husband! HOW DO I RESPOND TO THAT?? You tried to keep your face passive, coughing slightly to hide the quandary you’re in. “Maybe when you’re older.” An awkward giggle escapes you, “You’d have to be my boyfriend first though.”

His face was red but he nodded and scooped the last of his food into his mouth. “Okay.” He said with food in his mouth, “I’ll be (Y/N)’s boyfriend.” He continued, more to himself than you, nodding as if he just came to an agreement. You nearly choke on your drink before you both chuckle awkwardly, “Are you gonna play a song on the piano?” He asks as you take the dishes and wash them, letting him help store the left overs.

“I can, what kind of song?” You hum.

Shoto pauses and thinks about it, he doesn’t say anything until you walk up to the standing piano. “Something for me?” His voice was almost a squeak.

You turn and look at him, he’s looking down and fiddling with the hem of his shirt. Maybe a song that reminds me of him? That’s not too tough, you hum and pat the space next to you on the piano bench. “I think I’ve got one.” You scoop him into your lap, giggling as he makes a feeble attempt to escape. “I don’t want to elbow you on accident.” When he stops wiggling around and you start playing the song, singing out the lyrics quietly as he watched your finger fly delicately across the keys. The harsher notes surprise him, but he glances at you with a slack jaw. Your eyes half lidded followed your hands across the keys, a small smile curled at your lips.

“You can do everything.” He gasps, earning himself a bashful blushing smile from you.

“Why don’t we watch a movie?” He nods happily at your suggestion.

He ended up sitting curled into you, under a blanket, you made herbal tea and put on some movie he chose. While finishing his drink it didn’t take long to get tired, he rubbed his eyes incessantly. “I’ll lay down after the movie.” He yawned a soft plea, you can’t imagine how tired his young body must be. Even as an adult, the day you had was a bit much.

He fell asleep not long after, you scooped him up and laid him down in your brothers old room. You left his door open after tucking him in and walked into your own room. You plopped on top of the blankets and dozed off quickly.

You woke up a few hours later to the soft sounds of crying, stifled and buried noises. You quickly got out of bed and walked over to the source, “Shoto? What’s wrong?” You asked softly.

He made an awkward grunt while wiping his face in the pillow, “Nothing, bad dream. I-I’m okay.” He pleas, but his childish form betrays him. “I’m sorry for waking you..”

“Well, you don’t look ‘okay’ to me.” You tease a bit, “Come here.” He instinctually follows you back to your room, you sit him on your much softer bed and wipe his face. “It’s okay to not be okay, Shoto.” You pat his scarred cheek, thumbing at stray tears before crawling into bed behind him. “Come lay down, take advantage of being little.” You say, you’re clearly still half asleep as you lift you arm for him to choose to lay with you or not.

It doesn’t take long for him to crawl into your bed, curling his sleepy small frame into your arms. The smell of you consumes his mind, calming him down. You pet his hair and rub shapes into his back until you both fall asleep.

——

“AH.” You woke to the sound of a surprised little Shoto, I thought that was a dream. He thought when he woke up wrapped in your arms and nuzzles into your chest.

You rubbed and picked at your eyes as he scooted away from you, glancing over at him. Oh yeah, “You sleep okay?” You’re far too tired to be embarrassed.

He watches you stretch out, your hair and clothing are disheveled. You’re glancing at him with half lidded bedroom eyes, your morning voice was softer and raspier than usual. A blush consumes him, I wish I was grown right now. He thinks, Wait…What? “Ah, y-yeah actually.” He rubbed his own eyes, “I slept good.” Better than he had in a long time.

You smile and sit up, quickly getting out of bed. “Good, why don’t you go get dressed and we’ll start breakfast.” You wink and smile at him as you head to the bathroom. He just stares at the door for a moment before rushing to the other room.

Shoto follows you down the stairs after you’re both dressed, noting you’re semi-casual clothing. “I have one thing I have to do today.” You tell him, “After that we’ll be free to do whatever you want.” You start reheating rice and cooking meat for breakfast, along with prepping food for lunch.

“You’re cooking a lot of food.” He comments from over the bar.

A soft smile graces your face, “We’re going to see my family today.” He notes the mild sadness in your face but doesn’t push.

“What are they like?” He asks walking around the counter to enter the kitchen.

“Oh they’re wonderful, my mom is very goofy. She loves music and weird philosophy that I still don’t understand.” You laugh talking about her, “My dad was a loud man, he’s soft and loved when he could take care of me and my brother. My brother on the other hand is a lot like the other boys in our class. A bit of a screw ball but he always means well.” Shoto quietly watches you talk passionate about your family, he smiles softly at the way you smile wide enough for dimples to show.

You set a plate down for him, you eat in the kitchen while you finish packing lunch. “You think they’ll like me?” He asks between bites.

You laugh, “They would have loved you.” Thoughts flash in Shoto’s head, she’s introducing me to her parents? He’s enamored with the idea but his current situation makes it very strange.

He loses himself in thought, not noticing you packing incense into your picnic basket. You feed Cali and start cleaning up, check the weather, and take your time cleaning up. You make a glass of fruit tea for Shoto, who’s watching cartoons. You watch him blow on it and take a careful sip when his face lights up, “This is yummy.” He smiles shyly.

“I’m glad, it was my favorite when I was your age.” You chuckle.

“What’s your favorite now?”

You hum at the question, “I haven’t met a tea I didn’t like. I’m not sure.” You stared blankly at the TV in consideration, it’s been a long time since you’ve been unsure of something so simple.

A couple hours pass before you leave for your picnic. Shoto wishes he could help you carry the basket and blanket, he fails to notice where you’re both headed until you stop. You pull out a key card and open the gate to a cemetery for Heroes, he looks up at you in concern but you smile softly back at him and pat his hair. When you finally stop you set up a blanket in front of a decorated family head stone, he just stares at you in surprise. He goes to say something when someone else calls your name. “Miss (Y/N)!” You look over and see an older man. “Is it the anniversary already?”

You wave as he walks up, “Takahashi! Good to see you old timer. It is, I can’t believe you still work here.”

He laughs loudly, “Your parents saved my life so of course I do! Who’s the tyke?” He asks peering around you.

Shoto bows politely, “I’m Shoto! Who are you?”

You both chuckle, “Polite young thing,” He says to you. “I’m Takahashi Jin, grounds keeper of this ‘er cemetery.” He smiles to Shoto, “You two enjoy your lunch, don’t get into trouble like last time missy!” He teases and turns to leave.

“Me? Trouble? Never. Not even once.” You snort, winking at Shoto who chuckles. You both chuckle further when you hear the old man huff.

Shoto lights the incense and both give your prayers before you open up lunch. Neither of you pay any mind to the strange looks you get as time goes on. Shoto doesn’t understand your happiness as you sit in a cemetery eating lunch with a classmate, you’re alone in this world. His heart aches but he’s glad you seem okay. The old man from earlier stop by again and hands you a few flyers, “You think we should go?” You ask Takahashi with knitted brows. He nods, sending an empathetic smile. You shrug and hand the papers to Shoto.

“A festival?” He looks at you wide eyed, “Can we go?”

“If you want to, then absolutely.”

“I’ve never been to one,” He whispers to himself behind the paper.

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When you return to the house you drop the basket off on the counter and run upstairs. Shoto follows behind but waits as you head into a room he hasn’t seen yet, “Shoto, come here.” You call, he walks in hesitantly and looks around. “Face the door for a moment.” He does, only glancing over as he realizes your measuring him. “Yeah, this should fit.” Your voice was excited.

He turns to see you have a set of matching yukata’s, a larger white one with red geometric flowers on it, the smaller one was white with fine red and black lines running across it. “We’ll match?” He asks, these types of things were never something his father allowed.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You poke at him, “Let’s get changed. It’s a bit of a ways away.”

You got him changed first, making sure the Geta sandals fit him. Once he’s sorted you make your way to your room, of course putting on a yukata alone isn’t easy, you groaned internally. It took you longer than you would’ve like to get ready, the outfit then the hair, natural makeup, the whole nine. You grabbed a small shoulder bag and your shoes as you finished.

You stared at the hair stick before grabbing it and walking down the stairs. “Shoto, can you help me with something?” You heard him run over before you saw him, he blushed and gasped at you.

“You look so pretty.” He whispered, cupping his mouth in embarrassment.

You hand him the hair pin and kneel down, “Can you put this in for me?” He looks at the hair stick and then at your hair, his expression softens as you allow him to put it where he likes. “My hero, thank you.” He blushes at the comment but doesn’t say anything. You offer him your hand to hold, he grabs your pinky and ring finger and the two of you set off.

—

“Wow.” He gasps, the streets are lines with lanterns as stalls, you hold his hand and let him pull you to everything that grabs his attention. You buy snacks as you go, you show him and a few other kids your goldfish catching skills and ended up giving all the fish away. You wouldn’t be able to take care of them anyway, the two of you stop by a mask stall. He stares at them in curiosity, the person running the stall explains them and lets him try on a few.

You look at your phone for the time and lift him up, “Look up.” You tell him, as he does fireworks go off. It’s the first time you’ve seen pure childish glee on his face since the incident, if ever. Everyone stares at the fireworks calmly as they go.

When they finish you walk over to a food stand, “Soba!” He cheers, you laugh and order him a bowl. You quickly find a bench to sit at and eat, “Did you know I like soba a lot?” He asked innocently.

“Yes I did, I thought you’d like to have some at your first street festival.”

He watches you eat Takoyaki with a content smile, he didn’t realize you heard that comment. “How long is this going on for?”

You hummed as you finished chewing, “3 more days, I think.” You wipe your mouth, “Did you want to come back?”

He chuckles softly, “Maybe when I’m older.” You smile at him, not quite sure what’s on his mind. “Is this a date?” His question caused you to almost choke on your food.

You looked away as you regained your composure, “I s-suppose i-it is.” You stammer out, your cheeks dust with blush and you’re grateful for the dim lighting. When you glance back at him you see a soft smile on his face, what on earth is going through his mind?

After another hour of playing around you both head back to your home, “Thank you.” He says, squeezing your fingers.

Squeezing his little hand back you hum, “What for?”

“Everything.” His voice was small but content.

You pat his hair with your free hand, “It was my pleasure, Shoto.” You watch the stars as you walk, “Thank you for meeting my family, it’s lonely to go by myself.” You sigh softly.

He glances up at you, “You’re welcome. I don’t want you to be lonely.” You look down at him, a sad smile graces your face. “I’m here for you since you’re gonna be my wife.” His hand quickly covers his mouth at the comment but you can see the smile he’s hiding.

The single comment broke the sadness on your face, causing you to laugh. “That’s a good reason.” You snicker as you make it back to your house.

“We’re home.” You say to the mostly empty house. “Let’s get changed and off to bed.” He nods and follows you up the stairs.

He falls asleep quickly as you tuck him into bed, when you’re sure he’s asleep you press a soft kiss to his forehead and head to bed yourself.

Shoto wasn’t completely asleep when you left a soft kiss on his skin. A smile grew on his face as he got comfortable, you curled into bed quickly dozing off yourself.

You were stirred in the middle of the night by heavy weight of a body curling into your chest and neck. You didn’t bother opening your eyes as you sleepily remembered your guest, you lazily wrapped your arms around him and found his head of hair with you hand to pet as you drifted. “Sleep well, Shoto.” You mumbled as you started to doze back off.

Shoto, now fully grown, had made quick and delicate work of wrapping himself into you. A soft happy noise escaped you as you got comfortable, “I think I love you, (Y/N).” He said softly into your chest, assuming you were asleep.

You hum sleepily and squeeze him a bit, “I think I love you too Sho…” Your voice trailed off indicating your sleep, Shoto squeezes you back as a small happy smile crept up his face.

As much as being turned into a child could have been an absolute nightmare of a situation, he was happy to have had this time with you. He never understood why he was so drawn to you but after all this he seemed to understand more. He never thought being a kid again would have its advantages. He never thought you’d let him so deep into your personal life, between meeting your family, cooking for him and taking him to his first festival. All he wanted to do was stay in your life like this, now he was certain he actually could.

[ggreactionsandscenarios]

Hi! May I request something from the scenarios prompt list? 7+31 with Mina? Thank you!

Mina x Reader

Prompt n°7 : Walking on your gf and mom talking about you

Prompt n°31 : Kiss me under the rain

Good impression

"Do you have everything packed already ?"

You closed your suitcase before facing your girlfriend with a smile.

"All set captain !"

Mina chuckled before engulfing you in a hug. You stayed like this for some time before she gave you a kiss and proceed to carry your suitcase down the stairs knowing you might kill yourself if you try to.

"Let's go, I can't wait to meet your mom."

You couldn't help but smile at your girlfriend's impatience. Since you asked her to go home with your for the holidays, she didn't stop asking about your childhood, your family and your mother.

For whatever reasons, your girlfriend believes that every women are partly a reflection of their mom. You being her girlfriend, she was curious to see what your mom was like.

Soon enough you were on the road, both of you singing happily to the songs playing on radio. Mina insisted on driving all the way to your childhood house without any break, she wanted to be there before night.

As much as you liked the fact that your girlfriend was really excited to meet your family you couldn't help but feeling nervous. You liked your family as dysfunctional as they were and liked Mina as much as you could but the idea that both might get along was nerve breaking.

"Don't frown, you'll get old before the age."

Mina put her hand on your thigh, making you look at her face. She was wearing the brightest smile ever, a smile that didn't seem about to go anywhere soon.

You grabbed her hand in yours, smiling at her when she looked back at you for a second.

Somehow you weren't nervous anymore, even if your family didn't like your girlfriend, you were sure she'll be able to charm them in no time.

You must have fell asleep at some point because when you opened your eyes again, it was already dark and the car was parked in front of your house.

You wondered why Minari didn't wake you up before seeing she was still beside you. She had her head hanging low and was mumbling things under her breath.

"Hey, why didn't you wake me up ?"

She got startled by your voice, probably too deep in thoughts, she didn't noticed you were awake.

"I just needed some time to prepare myself I guess.."

You were confused, she was so excited earlier but now she seemed rather terrified.

"Where did my excited girlfriend go ?"

"I'm still excited but now it's late, I don't like being the girlfriend who brought you home late."

As you tried to reassure your girlfriend it started raining outside, the rain hitting the car in metallic drops.

"You bringing me home is enough for them."

You said, cupping her cheeks in a gentle manner. You were about to kiss her when thunder made you jolt back in surprise, the rain was surely not going to die down anytime soon.

"Well... if you bring me home sick because you let me be soaked by the rain they actually might hate you."

"Ok ok ok, we're going now. You stay in the car, I'll be back."

Mina exited the car right away, letting you chuckle at her need of approval from your parents.

She got the luggage out of the car trunk and brought them under the porch before you could even step foot outside the car.

After traveling back and forth she came back to open your door, keeping you from getting a single drop of rain on you by blocking it with her own body.

She went to the car one last time while you were under the porch with the luggage, both of you perfectly dry. The time she got back the rain had increased and she was now soaking wet. Her hair sticking on her forehead and drops running down her face. 

You saw how she shivered, her light shirt wasn't enough to keep her warm in such a shitty weather.

“You might have done too much here babe, you weren’t suppose to get yourself sick either.”

You got her hair out of her eyes, revealing her loving eyes which where digging into yours before giving you a peck.

You swear those eyes alone could make you do anything for her. On a sudden impulse you took her hand and pulled her back under the rain.

"Y/N what are you doing ?! You're going to catch a cold."

"Then I'll be sick with you. Just kiss me under the rain."

Just as you talked the thunder covered your voice in a deep groan.

"What ?"

"Once we'll pass the door I won't be able to kiss you the way I want so kiss me under the pouring rain until I'll get sick of it."

Your girlfriend's eyes were filled with passion while listening to your words. She watched your lips as they asked to be kissed and couldn't refuse it.

She leaned in, embracing them warmly with hers in a needy kiss. Her hands encircling your waist to keep you close, rain running down your bodies but not being the reason why you were shivering.

It's only when a car passed by honking that you detached yourself from her, only to go back to kissing her deeply.

She was the one breaking the kiss, mostly for air though.

"Okay, what was that ?"

She was in daze, still appreciating the taste of your lips on hers. Until her head suddenly jerted back, hands moving to her nose.

"Atchuu !"

The sneeze had bring tears to her eyes, making them look red and puffy. She pouted her lips at you and whined.

"I'm sick because of you now."

"You're sick in love babe that's okay."

She rolled her eyes at you before kissing your forehead.

You led her to the front door, both of you were soaked by the rain, your steps marking the wooden porch in wet foorprints.

You knocked, letting Mina hide herself behind you. You mom was waiting for both of you so it was pretty useless but you let her.

The door opened on your mom and she engulfed you in a hug right away. It's been a while since you've been home to be honest seeing your mom's reaction made Mina feel guilty to be the one keeping you away from her.

"I was worried I thought you were supposed to come before dinner. God you're soaking wet get inside before you catch a cold, both of you."

You looked at your girlfriend giving her a reassuring smile before entering your chilhood house.

"Sorry mom, we got caught in traffic and then in the rain. Could we go take a shower ? I think Mina is getting sick already."

"Atchuuu !"

"Oh yeah if course, go ahead. I'll heat up dinner and make hot chocolate for when you'll get back."

You led your bowing girlfriend upstairs to the bathroom. She haven't uttered a word yet, maybe frozen by the weather outside or maybe by fear. Saying she'll be hated if she'll get you sick might had been a bad joke considering how she was now terrified of your mother.

"She hates me."

Your girlfriend let out a defeated sigh in the stairs.

"You didn't even talk to her yet."

"Exactly. She hates me and thinks I'm rude and impolite because I didn'tsay anything."

"You're overthinking this babe, she's going to love you. Now get in the shower while I get you something dry to wear."

"No you first, I'm not risking being alone with your mom right now. I'll just wait for you there."

"Okay but don't peek perv."

Once clean you pushed your girlfriend in the shower and got to your room to get her some dry clothes. You put them on the sink and got back downstairs to go talk to your mom.

"Hey sweety, already washed ?"

"Yes, Mina forced me to go first, she is afraid of being alone with you."

"I see, I'm the scary mother in law."

"Kind of yeah."

You laughed and sat beside your mom on the couch, taking a sip of the hot chocolate she made for you.

After few minutes of comfortable silence between you two she patted your thigh.

"I like her."

You put down your mug before looking at her.

"You didn't even got to know her yet."

"I don't need to after seeing you two kiss under the rain like teenagers in a romantic movie. I know I'm old but I can still recognise love when I see it."

You could only smile and blush a little at your mom's comments.

"I'll be going to bed it's getting late for your old mother, tell Mina to feel at home."

"Okay mom, goodnight."

You chuckled when few minutes after your mom entered her room, Mina started to climb down the stairs, seeking for her, already bent at 45°.

"She went to bed, you can go down."

You ate a late dinner with your girlfriend, she was slowly getting comfortable in your childhood house. Her frown now replaced by a small smile as she looked at you.

"Let's get to sleep baby, you must be tired after all the driving."

"Want to give me a back massage?"

She was teasing but you might end up complying, after all she drove you here, she deserved it.

You woke up to your girlfriend's laugh echoing through the corridor and into your room. You should have closed the curtains before going to bed because your eyes just got burnt by the sunlight hitting you in the face.

You turned in bed trying to bury your face in your girlfriend's neck with no avail since there was only cold air and an empty place at your side.

You got a little worried if she wasn't there where was she ? You hoped your mom wasn't for anything in Mina's disappearance. You didn't bother getting dressed, your pyjamas were too warm and comfy to be taken away from you.

As you crawled down the stairs, you heard your mom's voice talking to someone.

"That one was taken on vacation, Y/N was ten back then I think."

"Omg her swimsuit haha! What's that ?!"

You heard your girlfriend bursting out laughing.

"She chose it herself, yeah she wasn't a super fashionista at the time."

"She's so cute though."

You were now in front of the stairs behind the couch were your mom and girlfriend were sat.

"You should have it."

Your mom declared, getting a picture of you out of her photo album to give it to Mina.

"Are you sure ? I don't want to steal it from you.."

You melt when your mom smiled at your girl.

"I'm sure you'll take good care of her."

You saw the way Mina was restraining herself from crying and decided it was time for you to join them.

Hey, here is the request hope you'll like it 😊 Give feedback. Sorry for the time it took once again I tried to make it longer. ❤-Ael

[thecipherlegacy]

Fluff 8+9 💕

8: "I will take care of you"

9: "Can you sing that song for me again?"

Family fluff time!

Before I continue though I need to introduce the kids. Mavasha and Malavai have 3 daughters. The oldest is Yavasa, a Torguta girl, their middle child is Cathilia, a Pureblood girl they adopted and saved from slavery (also an OC that belongs to my gf @midnight--siren), and their youngest is Rexia, a young human girl that wants to be just like her father.

This takes place during the time of the KOTFE storyline, right after Mavasha gets trapped in Carbonite. Yavasa is 13, Cathilia is 12, and Rexia is 9.

Prompt below cut 💛

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Cathalia had been weary of her new home at first, but over time warmed up to the people that had taken her in. Once the little girl's rage calmed, she finally started to refer to the lovely Torguta woman as "Mom", which made it that much harder when just two years after her adoption, the woman went missing. Her husband, Malavai, was now watching their three daughters alone as well as dealing with her disappearance. Cathilia had always been a little terror to him, but now she needed him. 

Malavai was lying awake in his cold bed, staring at the empty sky out the window as he usually did at night. Sleep hadn't been easy since he had learned of Mavasha's supposed demise during their attempt at finding the emperor, but he could feel Mavasha was alive out there. She hadn't died on that ship. He knew that. But then, where was she?

The door to his room slid open and interrupted his thoughts. He grabbed his pistol from under his pillow out of reflex, ready for anything. Of course the firearm was put down when he spotted Cathilia standing in his doorway with her doll clutched to her chest and tears flooding her eyes. "I had a bad dream…" she mumbled.

Malavai's expression softened and he beckoned his daughter closer "come here, dear. Tell me about it" he said kindly. It was new to him for the little pureblood to come to him, but he always wanted to be there for his girls.

She climbed up onto the bed and curled into herself. "I had a dream…" she started again and stared off at the painting of their family that hung in the room. "You went to find mom and you also didn't come back…" Her voice was quiet and scared. "It was just me and Rexia and Yavasa..  all alone… and none of us are old enough to go after you and find you and-" her eyes welled with tears again.

Malavai would have been lying if he said he wasn't surprised by this dream. Cathilia had never admitted to liking having him around, she was a mama's girl. She still called him Malavai, if she bothered to call him anything at all. He reached out to pull her closer for comfort, getting another surprise as she immediately clung to him and started to sob. "Oh dear-" he worried and pet her hair "Shhh hush now, little one. Your Mother will be back, and I'm not going anywhere any time soon." He assured her. 

"I miss Mom-" she cried. "And I don't want to lose you too…" There was a small catch in his own breath for a moment, but he had to be strong for his daughters.

"I know, dear… I miss her too. But don't you worry, I will find her. And until then, I'll take care of you" Malavai assured her and wiped away some of her tears. "I may not be her, but I will do everything I can to cater to the needs of our children. You three are our greatest accomplishments, our legacy, our hearts. I won't let anything else break our family apart."

Those little red orbs looked up at him and she sniffled. "Thank you dad…" she whimpered. The man's heart stopped a moment. This was the first time she had called him dad. It was a shame his wife had missed it, but this was a moment he would always cherish, regardless of the circumstances.

Once his brain caught up, he found his daughter had started to get comfortable by his side, settling into the bed with him for the night. This wasn't the first time one of his girls would spend the night in his and Mavasha's room since her disappearance, and it wouldn't be the last. 

"Dad?" She called quietly as he continued to pet her hair.

"Yes?" He replied. 

She grabbed his hand and looked out the window at the stars. "Do you remember that song you used to sing to try and get me out from my room? You know… when you first brought me here?" The young one questioned.

"Of course, that's something we've sang to all you girls, why?" Malavai asked her softly. 

She was silent a moment, then squeezed his hand. "Can you sing that song for me again?..." came her reply. 

The old soldier couldn't hold back his small smile. "Gladly" was the last thing he said before he started to sing softly to her. The gentle tune of the song slowly lulled her to sleep, and he continued to carry the tune while gazing at the stars long after she had drifted off, hoping that somewhere in the vast emptiness of space, Mavasha could feel their presence, and she was on her way home.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #344

“my whole existence is flawed”

Have you ever thought about becoming a crime scene investigator? No. Do you think you could win on Jeopardy? Not at all. What do you normally call your mother? (mommy, mom, mother, mum, etc.) Usually "Mom" or "Ma," sometimes "Mama." Does your significant other complain about the way you dress? I'm single, but I would never tolerate an s/o who complained about/told me how to dress. Like bye, fuck you. Have you ever been in an abusive relationship? Are you right now? No, thankfully. What would you do if a stranger smacked your ass and whistled? They're getting fucking punched. In the face. Do you know anyone who has died from cancer? Multiple people. Ever have to call the cops on someone? Not me personally, but my sister did while I was in the car with her due to a clearly drunk as fuck driver. Are you comfortable enough around your friends to change in front of them? Hell no, I avoid changing even in front of my mother. Have you ever dated someone in secret? Dated, no. But Joel and I were a secret. What’s something you really want right now, be honest? What I really want right now is a job. What are you listening to right now? A slowed-down with reverb version of "Closer" by In This Moment. It's p hot. Do you still have your tonsils? Yes. What confuses you most? Why terrible things can happen to the most undeserving of people. Have you ever been called a bad influence? Yes. Not like she was a good one whatsoever. What's the weirdest compliment you've ever received? I don't know, really. Have you ever thought you could 'save' someone? No. It's funny, apparently Jason thought I could "save" him, and would'ja look at that, he scarred me for life. Do you prefer weed or cigs? I've never smoked either, but at least weed has benefits, so. What do your parents say about smoking? Well, my dad smokes like a chimney, but he does tell my sisters and me to absolutely never start it. Mom is very firm about us not smoking. She'd probably be heartbroken if any of us started. Do like kissing with tongue or without? I mean, that depends on the mood as well as how serious we are. What show is hilarious to you? That '70s Show absolutely cracks me up. Who last made you upset? My Dad and stepmom, ranting about how the Covid vaccine is being forced on us and is dangerous. I'm very much for it and am getting it myself soon, so I was just like... shut the fuck up. I just kept my lips zipped, but by god did I want to say something. Does he/she usually upset you? I sometimes regret having my stepmom on Facebook because of her shitty political views, but she in general doesn't upset me. I love her, really. Dad doesn't upset me, really. What would your parents do if you got a tattoo? They don't care, especially knowing how much I love them. What is your favorite musical? None. Do you have any interest in visiting Japan? Yeah, though I don't think it's something I'd go out of my way to do. If I had the opportunity though, I'd surely go. I would love to take photos there, and it's this odd desire of mine to visit Aokigahara Forest and just walk along the "safe" paths and just... feel it. I don't want to find any bodies because I think that would shatter me, I just want to allow myself to like, drown in empathy for all those that left their lives in those trees. I feel like I'd cry a LOT, because I'd prefer to do it alone and just talk to whoever may be able to hear from wherever they are now, and just let them know they're not forgotten or abandoned and that they were never alone. This is honestly getting me really emotional so I'm moving onto the next question. But in summary, I feel like it could honestly be a life-changing experience. What is your favorite Japanese name? I like A LOT of Japanese names I've heard, but they're all evading me now. Do you ever listen to Jpop? No. Who do you go to for advice? Mom or Sara. Have you ever ran a cash register? Yeah, when I worked at the dollar store. Have you ever worked as a server? No. Did you collect Bratz dolls when you were younger? I didn't collect them, no, but I shared a few with my sister. Do you think your mom is attractive? I think my mom's beautiful. Her smile especially puts gold to shame. She actually kinda broke down the other day because she thought she was ugly, and it just broke my damn heart. Do you like the feeling in your stomach on a big drop on a roller coaster? I've never been on a roller coaster and don't plan to try one, but I reeeaaally don't like that feeling in any situation. What is your most severe allergy? Pollen. How and when were you baptized, if applicable? I was baptized as a baby the traditional Catholic way. Would you rather paint or carve a pumpkin? I think carving is more fun. Have you ever walked through a haunted house? One that was part of a Halloween attraction, yeah. What computer game did you used to play all the time? I played lots as a kid, but my favorite had to be I Spy: Spooky Mansion. My lil sis and I were obsessed. How do you feel about Motorhead? I don't love them, but I do enjoy some of their songs. I never thought Lemmy was that great of a vocalist, but I respect him as an artist and hope he rests in peace. What’s the weirdest way you’ve ever pulled a muscle? *shrugs* What’s your favorite symbol? (i.e. the pentagram, the cross, etc.) If we're talking only real-world symbols and not ones that only exist in fantasy media, I actually think the Satanic (no, not inverted) cross is a cool design. It has nothing to do with my stance on Satanism, I just think it's an appealing look. What methods are most effective for you when you’re trying to relax? If I REALLY need relaxation, just leave me alone and let my put on earplugs and just like, disappear from the real world for a bit. Would you rather date your opposite, your ‘twin’, or someone in between? Someone in-between, I think. More similar to me though would be preferred versus someone that's my opposite. How many videos do you have favorited on your YouTube account? I think I'm actually at the max? I think they just get replaced with newer ones by now. Do you know anyone who has carpal tunnel syndrome? Me, actually. My older sister does, too, and actually had surgery for it. Which do you prefer: M&M’s, Skittles, or Reese’s Pieces? Reese's Pieces, but I love all three. If you could be the sidekick of a superhero which superhero would you pick? If I was Spiderman's sidekick, could I throw webs and zing around like a monkey too? ;_; I think being Batman's sidekick would be pretty cool too, seeing as to my knowledge he's more about stealth, which would be fun to go along with. Do you think that you could ever win a food eating contest? No fucking way. They gross me the hell out. What is your favorite thing about the country you live in? How much freedom we have here. Although, it can definitely be abused, and some people do abuse it... Have you ever snuck somebody into your house? No. Have you ever snuck into somebody else’s house? No. Honestly, have you ever thrown garbage out of the window of a car? No, and you fucking repulse me if you do. It is not that challenging to hold onto your shit until you get out of the car and find a trashcan. Honestly, have you ever stuck gum under a table or desk? No, that shit is disgusting. Just get your lazy ass up and spit it out. Which would you find more menacing: dinosaurs or dragons? Well, considering dragons can, you know, breathe fire... Can you name three different kinds of dinosaurs? Spinosaurus, allosaurus, stegosaurus. What’s the name of the last person you kissed? Sara. Is your heart broken at the moment? Nah. Who’s the last guy you argued with? I don't know. I avoid arguing with guys to the absolute best of my ability because I'm terrified of making them mad. What about the last girl? My mom. Would you marry the last person you kissed? Not at this current time, but later down the road of us both building ourselves up, I possibly would. Who’s the last person that asked you out? Girt. Out of all of your exes, who treated you the best? Sara. Who is the person you have hurt the most? My damn self. Who is the person that has hurt you the most? Jason. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for? It feels like it sometimes, but when it really comes down to it, no, I don't. Who was the last baby you held? My niece Emerson. Who’s the last guy to give you roses? Tyler. Did your parents do drugs when they were younger? My dad did quite a lot before us kids were born, apparently. I can guess pretty damn easily that Mom made him cut that shit out before having my sisters and me. Mom, to my knowledge, has never tried anything at all. Do you still talk to the person you lost your virginity to? No. Did you cry at your high school graduation? I remember I teared up slightly. What was the last non-papery substance you drew on? I have no idea. Do you ever name objects? (i.e. mp3 players, guitars, cars, etc.) No. What do you beat yourself up about the most? I'm 25 fucking years old and have never had a stable job or just felt "adult" in general. Which has hurt you more: friendship break-ups or bf/gf break-ups? The breakup with Jason, who was my boyfriend, so. What’s the most terrifying thing you’ve ever done? Gone to a mental hospital. The first time was so, so scary. What’s the highest fever you’ve ever had? I don't know. Have you ever been to the ER? Many times. Have you ever been mistreated by a cop? No. Have you ever experimented with any sort of witchcraft? No. Which animals are you afraid of? Some bugs and spiders, and whale sharks are a phobia of mine. I also find giant squid to be terrifying, but also very intriguing. Oh yeah, then there's my extreme aversion to maggots and similar larvae. Did you pray to God when you were a child? Usually. Mom raised us to, but some nights I slacked with it and just wanted to sleep. What is your favorite flavor of frosting? Maaan, don't make me choose. What color is your skin naturally? Very pale. Do you own a pocketknife, or any other kind of multi-tool? No. What was the last thing you took a video of? I have no idea. I have no recordings on my phone, so. Have you ever been somewhere where you didn’t fluently speak the local language? No. Have you ever had famous neighbors? No. Do you have any medication that you keep with you at all times? Yeah, one of my anxiety meds. What are some things a house would need to have for you to purchase it? Besides the very obvious, mine has to have a dishwasher. I. HATE. Washing dishes by hand. Do you own a pet spider? No, but I DESPERATELY want some tarantulas. :( I've tried convincing her, but Mom's very adamant about the fact I will NOT own one so long as I live with her. I also love jumping spiders and attempted to convince her about one of those versus a tarantula, but still, answer's a firm no, haha. Do you call your animals “baby names”? Well duh. Have you ever been stood up? No. Do you own a fishtank? No. Do you like the song “Barbie Girl”? God no. I'll sing it jokingly, though, because y'know, childhood and all. Do you own a feather boa? No. We did at one point, though. A hot pink one. Are you allergic to peanuts? No. Do you wear ribbons in your hair? No, my hair's too short for that. I never did, though. Do you use cheat codes on video games? I generally only use codes that you can actually earn in the game for like, new outfits or weapons in subsequent playthroughs. I won't use the kinds of codes that make you invulnerable and stuff, but rather just fun little cosmetics and such. Have you ever gone mudding on a fourwheeler? Ugh, no. I don't like getting dirty, so that is NOT my kind of fun. What is your favorite flavor Jolly Rancher? Watermelon. Have you ever played Dance Dance Revolution? Of course! We had the dance mat as kids and loved to play the games. What is the last thing you dropped? I don't really remember. Have you ever done the “Cupid Shuffle?” Yeah, at school dances and such. Do you know how to do the Soulja Boy dance? Haha omg, I did as a kid. My friend, sister, and I all learned it. How long has it been since you’ve eaten a Reese’s? My mom actually got me a Reese's egg for Easter, so not long ago at all.

[twiceinadream]

Twice React- Fem! S/O Has an Oral Fixation

Requested: Yup

Request: Can you do a TWICE reaction to their gf having an oral fixation and they have to put a finger into their mouth.

a/u: It feels like I haven’t written in forever, but I really want to apologize in advance; since I really struggled to write about the whole oral fixation topic. But I hope you will enjoy! And I finally have an Omegaverse coming out, soon! Thank you for all the support!

Category: Fluff

Nayeon

“Let me help you, baby.”

Nayeon, was always up for pleasing you; no matter the situation. But when she herself couldn’t catch your distress, she made it a point to take care of you. You sat beside Nayeon who was curled up against you, watching a movie on the couch. But as you continued to sit, you couldn’t help but squirm as you ran the edge of the pillow in your arms, along your lip. Struggling to not put it into your mouth; but the more you squirmed, Nayeon looked up to see the distressed look in your eyes, as she paused the movie. “Hey, what’s wrong?” You looked down at the pillow, as you answered, “I need something...in my mouth.” Nayeon looked at you, confused; until the dots connected in her head, “Oh, baby. Let me help.” You blushed as Nayeon put her fingers to your lips, as you slowly started to suck on them; sighing contently as she continued the movie.

Jeongyeon

“Oh, Y/N. I didn’t know.”

It was no surprise that, Jeongyeon loved to tease you. However, when you started acting off and avoidant; she did the best she could, to make it up to you. Jeongyeon had you cuddled against her as she gently spooned you; running her hand through your hair, “Man if I had hair like yours, I would never bite it like you do.” At your girlfriend’s comment you tense slightly, a strand of hair falling from your mouth, “I have a reason for that, Jeong.” Jeongyeon frowned at the change in your tone, “It’s because of this stupid need, to have something in my mouth. I can’t control it!” You wanted to cry as you became more worked up, when you suddenly felt two fingers enter your mouth. Jeong gently shushes you as you continue to suck her fingers, finally allowing you the relief you’ve been searching for.

Momo

“I got you, Jagi.”

Whether she liked it or not, Momo could always read you. Because even if she claimed she was somewhat, intellectually slow; Momo had the ability to sense a person’s emotions even before they knew, which helped you in more situations than you would like to admit. You were sat backstage with the rest of, Twice as they prepared for their stage. You sat alone on the sofa as Momo side eyed you from the makeup chair, watching your every move. She could sense the desperation in your eyes as she asked the makeup artist for a break, and making a beeline to you. As Momo sat beside you she gave you a small smile as she held up her hand to your mouth, only now did you notice the amount of saliva in your mouth. She gave you a reassuring smile, as you took in her fingers; sighing out in relief as she snuggled into your side.

Sana

“There you go.”

Sana would always be there for you, no matter what you needed. So when she discovered your fixation habit, she was always more than happy to help you. It felt like second nature to Sana as she looked over you. Not missing the way you would constantly bite your lower lip, as she moved her hand to wipe away a bit of drool that slipped from your mouth. She slowly raised her hand, holding it in front of you as you grabbed it; gradually bringing her fingers into your mouth, as your shoulders relaxed. Sighing fully, as she felt you completely relax against her; your mouth occupied with her fingers.

Jihyo

“Hey. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Oh, Park “An actual Mom” Jihyo. She would do everything in her power to always make you feel comfortable about your fixation habit, and help you to not be embarrassed over it. She had caught you chewing on a pencil as she entered your apartment; papers scattered in front of you, as the pencil between your teeth began to indent further. Causing Jihyo to put a hand on the pencil, as she made you release it, “Y/N, this is dangerous to chew on.” You looked down, “I just needed something, so bad.” She patted your head, as she held her hand out for you to take into your mouth, “Next time, just ask, Jagi. I’m always here to help you.” You nod slightly, your eyes already closed as you suck her fingers; slowly falling asleep in her arms.

Mina

“It’s gonna be okay, Y/N-ah.”

Mina knew better than almost anyone, what it felt to be anxious over something. So when you opened up to her about your oral fixation; she was always there to lend a hand (major pun intended). It was late, when you continued to toss and turn in bed; and Mina getting worried over your health when she heard you whimper. Turning over to see that you were biting the blankets edge, tears forming in your eyes. She was quick to act as she brought you into her arms, holding you close as she calmed you slightly, “You’re gonna be okay, Y/N.” You whine as you feel Mina bring her fingers to your lips, letting them slowly slip in; as you sighed in content, suckling them. Settling enough, to finally sleep.

Dahyun

“Breathe, Y/N. Here you go.”

When it came to you, Dahyun liked to pride herself on knowing you inside and out. So when a situation like this happened in public, she did her absolute best in trying to keep it under control. You both were pretty good about keeping your oral fixation under control, but with the build up of her growing schedule you both couldn’t keep up. It was during an award show you decided to attend with your girlfriend and her group, when you started to bite as your knuckles; Dahyun noticing immediately and excusing the both of you to the restroom. “How bad is it?” She looked at you in concern as you held a finger in your mouth, “Please.” Dahyun nodded quickly as she replaced the fingers in your mouth, as you sighed and leaned against her. “We got five minutes.” You nod, as she feels the pressure around her fingers increase and the tension in your body finally decrease.

Chaeyoung

“Y/N, look at me. You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

Where to begin with, Son Chaeyoung. This girl would literally move the Earth for you, so when it came to soothing your fixation; she was on top of it the second she sensed it. You never felt comfortable in planes, but having your fixation kick in mid flight didn’t help ease your nerves in the slightest. After a few minutes of silence, Chaeyoung finally looks up from the movie she had been watching, to see the nervous look in your eyes as you bit your thumbnail. “Oh, Y/N. Why didn’t you tell me?” At the sound of her voice you whip your head to face her, “We’re on a plane, Chae.” Chaeyoung shrugged, “So what?” You looked at her wide eyed, “What if someone sees?” Chaeng shook her head as she pressed her fingers to your mouth, you took them in immediately, “So what? You’re the most important person to me, and everyone else can go mind their own damn business.” You smile around the fingers in your mouth, sighing happily as Chae offers a headphone to you, continuing to watch her movie.

Tzuyu

“Why didn’t you tell me before?”

She may be the youngest member of nine girls, but that doesn’t make her any less observant when it came to you. So when she found out you were hiding your fixation from her, she couldn’t help but feel a little hurt. Since so many of your previous exes have only mocked you for it, she felt saddened that you thought the same about her. Until she arrived home earlier than you had expected, and walked in on you in the living room; attempting to soothe the urge to have something in your mouth, but failing miserably. “Y/N, what’s going on?” At the sound of her voice your eyes widened in shock as the drool slips past your lips, “I…” Tzuyu sighs as she sits on the couch, pulling you into her lap as she held out her fingers, “Please take them, Y/N.” You nod hesitantly, slipping them slowly into your mouth, as you sigh in relief. “You know, when I say, ‘I love you,’ right?” You nod around her fingers, “It means that I love all of you. So next time, please try to be more open about things like this.” You nod again, continuing to gently suck on her fingers; as she places a soft kiss on your head.

[shitty-tf2-headcanons]

Ok so: mercs with a gf who is a rape victim, but her rapist is female, so she never told her mercenary lover about her or what she did to her because she so used to being told stuff like "It wasn't a man, so it wasnt that bad" "But she was your friend! Don't you ever wanna talk to her again?" etc etc. (Maybe she even lets her merc lover in on how her own mother told her she "cant compare it to a lady getting raped in a park" and tried to force her to be around her rapist?)

Scout-

When you first tell him everything, he’s furious. He just wants to take a bat to everyone who’s said such disgusting things to you and especially to the woman who violated you. He can’t even comprehend how your own mother could say such a awful thing. He wants to scream and fight and...just hold you. He pulls you into the tightest hug he can ever muster and gently strokes your head. He’s trying so hard not to cry into your shoulder, he wants to stay strong, he wants to remain strong for you.

“I’m never letting that happen to you again, you hear me?! N-Not ever! You got me...you got me and my ma. She’ll be...she’ll be a way better mom than yours, o-okay?”

Soldier-

Why? Why would someone do something as awful as that? No matter how many times you try to tell him or explain to him, he’s never going to fully comprehend it. Why would those people say that? Why did your mother even think about saying that? Why did the universe allow such a terrible thing to happen to someone as good as you? So many questions are flooding his mind that he almost forgets you’re there. If you snap him out of his catatonic state, he’ll put a hand on your cheek and stare at you with wide almost tearful eyes.

“You’re a tough one, soldier. Tougher than me even. God throws all kinds of crap your way and you just tear through it all. Thank you...for telling me, soldier.”

Pyro-

Their hand is holding yours the entire time you tell them. They don’t say a thing the whole time. They don’t even react much besides an occasional squeeze when you get into the more grisly parts of the story. People assume they know nothing of the world’s cruelty and humanity's savagery, but they know all too well what people are capable of. They guess that’s why they want to burn it all down. They just want to burn down the entire world so it’s just the two of you. No pain, no suffering, just you. They pull their mask up to their nose, tears running down their scarred cheeks, they can barely hold back their sobs.

“I’m so sorry...Y/N...I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to protect you! I’m so sorry, I-I’m so sorry...please...I wish I was there for y-you..!”

Demo-

He’ll offer you some of his booze, it help eases the pain for him, so maybe it might do the same for you. He’s gonna drink the entire time you tell and occasionally give you a sad glance. He’s angry of course but there’s nothing he can really do. Terrible things just happen and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. It happened and it’s all in the past now. The only thing left to do is try to move on and heal. Don’t let the experience break you. Grow from it and only become a stronger person. He wraps an arm around you and pulls you close to his side.

“Listen, luv, I know you’re hurting and all but you can’t let this break your spirits. Keep being the beautiful person I know you are and grow from this. Just uh...don’t develop a drinking habit like me.”

Heavy-

He’s no stranger to rape and sexual assault. He’s seen it happen many times in the Gulag. And all those times he witnessed it, a part of him died. So it feels like his heart has been ripped out of his chest when you tell what happened to you. He’s angry at the fact that you were attacked, but he’s even angrier that your own flesh and blood would say that to your face. Family is supposed to support and comfort each other! Not brush off such a traumatic experience. He lets you lay your head on his shoulder and he gently strokes your waist.

“Anyone try to hurt you again, man or woman, will be crushed by me. I refuse to let you be hurt by anyone ever again.”

Engineer-

People like to believe that good people do exist and that good will always prevail over evil. That justice will always be served and every tragedy will be resolved with love and compassion. Engie liked to think this way. But it’s when he hears a story like yours that he feels like giving into the apathy of humanity. He won’t though. He can’t. Cause he still has you to care for. He has to be there to remind you that you are heard and loved. He wants you to know that he’ll always be there to listen. You’re sitting in his lap and he has you wrapped up in a hug, gently rocking you back and forth.

“I’m so sorry, darling. I’m so sorry you have to deal with any of this...I’m here though, hun, I’m here for you. You don’t have to do this alone anymore.”

Medic-

Just like Heavy, Medic has witnessed many atrocities during his time in Nazi Germany. Things like assault become such a common occurrence that it no longer had any affect on him. It had just become a way of life.

However, his apathy didn’t prevent his heart from shattering when he heard what happened to you. He understood that bad things just happen sometimes but what he couldn’t understand is how cold your mother could be...weren’t they meant to be loving and comforting? Medic leaned down and gave you a long heartfelt kiss.

“People like your mother aren’t worth your time, liebling, they are but simple minded idiots. What matters now is that you’re safe here with me and Archimedes.”

Sniper-

He’s at a loss. He doesn’t know what to say or even do for you. Nobody’s ever told him something this personal and...real. He never imagined that someone he loved so dearly would have to go through something so traumatic. He feels slightly sick when you vaguely allude to what happened to you, he feels even sicker when you explain the dismissal you’ve had to deal with. He knew there were some bad people out there but why was your mother one of them? Why couldn’t she just believe you and comfort you like a real mother would? He shakily pulls you to his chest and holds you close.

“It’s...it’s alright. Y/N...I’m so sorry for everything...I...I just...I love you, roo, you know that? I’m always gonna love you and hold you close by me...”

Spy-

What you tell him angers him to no end but he manages to hide it behind a stoney expression and a lit cigarette. The notion that women can’t assault others or it’s not as severe as a male doing it sickens and angers him to no end. When will people understand that anyone of any gender is capable of hurting another being so severely. He’s not a good father by any means but what your mother is utterly revolting. He’s no good with emotionally charged situations, but he knows he can’t leave you now. He holds your head to his chest and rests his chin on top of your head, his hand stroking down your back.

“I’ll always be there for you, mon trésor. Nothing and nobody will ever come close to you as long as I’m here with you.”

Miss Pauling-

She understands and empathizes with you. She’s met a few women who’ve tried to take advantage and she was met with the same dismissive comments. It seems like everyone cares about the victim until they learn the attacker was a woman. Then it’s just jeers and doubt from all those supporters. Just hearing you recount everything fills her with a rage she hasn’t felt in a very long time. All that murderous rage directed right at your rapist and mother. But she isn’t planning on murdering anybody until she gets the okay from you. Pauling wraps her arms around your waist and kisses your cheek.

“I know what it’s like. It almost happened to me one time but...I’m just glad you’re okay for the most part. And hey, if she or your mom come sniffing around here, can we bury them with these corpses here?”    

[lovemesomesurveys]

-What was the last song that you sang out loud? I’ve had Dance Again by Selena Gomez stuck in my head.

-If someone has bad breath, do you tell him or her? No :X I’m the worst about that stuff cause people will tell you they would want you to tell them, but I just feel so awkward about it and like how do you even bring something like that up? I mean, I have done the thing where I get some gum and offer them some haha, but I don’t tell them their breath smells.

-With which friend are you most likely to share a secret? I share my secrets with ya’ll and Twitter, ha.

-Do you have an item that comforts you when you are sad/scared? No. Well, unless count my phone cause I can use the YouTube app and listen to ASMR, which is calming for me.

-When are you likely to hide your emotions? I do that majority of the time. Well, try to. I downplay them a lot. I’m not as good at it anymore as I used to be. These past few years my emotions started taking over and getting the best of me. When I’m in a mood, I shut down and just get quiet and standoffish. If you talk to me, I’m short and you can just see all over my face.

-Which is scarier: Dying of thirst or of starvation? Both would be horrible.

-Who was the last person to take your breath away? I haven’t felt that way from a person in a very long time.

-When you turn on the TV, what channel do you flip to? My go-to channels to check first are always E! and MTV. If nothing of interest is on, then I just scroll through the guide. It also depends on the time of day.

-Have you ever tried to help someone quit smoking? No.

-What was the last comment someone made on your music taste? I don’t recall.

-Where do you go/what do you do when you need to calm down? My bed. I’ll typically listen to an ASMR video and probably find a survey to ramble about it in and/or tweet about it. Okay let’s be real, before I do any of that I probably have a good cry first.

-What was the last mess you cleaned up? Uhh I mean, I threw away my paper plate and napkins I used yesterday after I finished eating.

- [TW] Have you ever had to talk anyone out of suicide? Yes.

-When you think of tomorrow, what feelings come to mind? Nothing.

-Who, in your opinion, has an amazing voice? Demi Lovato first came to mind. She sang the hats and helmets off of everyone during her Super Bowl performance of the National Anthem.

-Would you ever camp out on a beach, under the stars? No.

-What is the last thing you complained about? Not feeling well and about how achey I am.

-What was the last curse-word you said? Probably “shit.”

-When you fake sick to get out of school, what do you say or do to convince your parents that you are sick? I’m 30 years old and no longer in school, but when I was younger I didn’t really have to do that because I felt sick often enough.

-How did you recover from your last bout of tears? I cried them all out and then just did my usual activities (Tumblr, surveys, YouTube, watched TV).

-Do you still talk to your very first best friend? No.

-When was the last time something went terribly wrong? Blah.

-How do you console someone when he or she is upset? I’m soooo awkward when it comes to that. I just let them vent if they need to, but I struggle with what to say and do.

-Have you ever seen either one of your parents cry? I’ve seen both and it’s the worst thing ever to me. I hate seeing one of my parents cry.

-Choose one: Trip to outerspace, or trip underneath the oceans? Oh jeez, you just listed a couple of my biggest fears.

-How often do you feel overwhelmed? Often.

-How do you deal with everyday life? I...don’t. :/

-Do you have any secret obsessions or guilty pleasures? Nah. I’m not ashamed of any of the things I like.

-Aside from on this survey, what was the last thing you wrote about? Whatever I last tweeted. I forget.

-Who in your family do you act like the most? I have a lot of my dad’s personality traits. He’s moody, irritable, and easily stressed and overwhelmed. Sound familiar?

-What is the most romantically sweet thing someone has done for you? Ty did a lot of things. The thing that always stands out is one year during Christmas he drove to my house one night because had a present for me and it consisted of little things that I mentioned briefly that I liked and it was just really sweet cause it showed he was actually listening and paying attention. The fact he remembered and then went out and bought those things for me was just really, really sweet. He was so excited to give it to me. He didn’t want me to open them right then, he wanted me to wait until Christmas and send him a video of me opening them so he could see my reaction.

-When you go out to the mall, do people stare? When I go anywhere in public people stare.

-Have you ever been confronted by a mall cop for your behavior? No, but I did have one tell me to take my hood off haha. I just came in and it was raining and he came up to me like, “you need to take off your hood.” Like okay jeez.

-What just tears at your heartstrings? Hearing about a child dying or being abused. Animal abuse, too. Breaks my heart.

-Is there a show you swear that you will never watch? I don’t feel that strongly, but there’s a lot of shows I have no interest in watching.

-What was the last topic that you ranted about? I don’t remember.

-Is there someone that makes you feel like you’re walking on eggshells? Sometimes. I’ve been told people feel that way around me as well.

-Were you ever afraid of one of your past teachers? No.

-Have you ever been in a physical fight on school grounds? No. Or ever.

-Have you written anything in a bathroom stall? What, if anything? Nope.

-Is your school like the drama capital of the country? I wasn’t involved in any of that when I was in school. I heard some stuff, but I wasn’t all invested in it like a lot of people.

-A homeless man asks you for 50 cents; how do you respond? If I have it, sure. I don’t usually have any change or cash on me, though.

-When was the last time you visited a thrift store? I don’t go to any.

-Can you handle constructive criticism? I can’t say I wouldn’t feel some type of way about it, ha. I’m just a sensitive bitch. Guess it would depend on what it was about, though. Like if someone was like, “hey, red doesn’t really look great with your skin tone and it clashes with your hair, you shouldn’t wear that” I wouldn’t care. I’d still wear it if I wanted.

Who is the most sensitive person that you know? Meeeee.

-Have you ever had a tooth (or teeth) pulled? Yes.

-You can have one famous person’s wardrobe; who do you choose, and why? I guess someone who was very casual like me and likes to wear graphic tees and leggings. I’d like to have their collection, ha.

-When was the last time you wrote someone a note? I have no idea.

-Do you tell your parents before you go somewhere, or just leave? My family and I are 4 adults living together and we all tell each other when we’re leaving and where we’re going. It’s just our thing. If something were to happen, we’d at least have an idea of where the other was headed. And it’s just common courtesy to us to say goodbye.

-What was the last thing you tried to get out of doing? I’d like to get out of my doctor appointment this afternoon. I’m still recouping.

-On average, how many surveys do you fill out in one day? It varies. Usually a few. Some days more than others.

-How many hours a day do you spend on Bzoink? I don’t use Bzoink.

-Which season do you dread the most? Summer D: It seems to go on forever and it just gets SO hot and miserable here.

-Do you ever brag about your achievements? I’ve never been one to brag. Not that I have anything to brag about, but it’s not a cute look.

-When was the last time that you watched the sun come up? Last week. We were at the airport before the sun was up and it was coming up after we just got on the plane.

-What did you do last Halloween? Watched scary movies and got takeout.

-Last Thanksgiving? Had a nice, big, delicious feast with my family.

-Last Christmas - if you celebrate? Christmas morning we got up early like we always do to open presents and then messed around with our stuff before pretty much resting the rest of the day. Oh, and we had our Christmas dinner that we usually do Christmas Eve, but my mom had to work until midnight that night.

-How did you celebrate the arrival of the new year? My mom and I watched the New Year’s festivities and counted down while the ball dropped. My dad fell asleep at like 9, so he was already out for the night and my brother was out with friends.

-Is there a foreign culture you’d like to learn more about? It’s interesting to learn about different cultures.

-Have you ever (purposely or accidentally) played with someone’s heart? I don’t think so. I’ve had it done to me a lot, though.

-Has anyone ever played with yours? Yes.

-Have you ever seen a famous painting and thought “I could have done that?” I admit that I’ve seen ones that were just like splatters and thought that. :X

-Fire drills: Did you ever wish they were real … just once? Yeah as a kid cause all that came to mind was we’d get to go home and not that it would mean there was an actual fire haha.

-What is the scariest thing about attending your school? I’m done with school.

-Are you a good judge of other people’s intentions? I think so.

What was the last thing that you felt strongly about? My faith.

-Shopping: best with friends, parents, bf/gf, or alone? Alone at home online, ha.

-What is one insecurity you have about your body? Everything.

-What is one part of your body that you are proud of? I like my hair currently only cause I recently got it colored and trimmed (finally).

-When was the last time someone told you to turn your music down? The night before we left for our trip. I was up late packing and my mom came in to ask me to turn my music down, ha. I didn’t end up sleeping at all that night. We left for the airport at 430. I didn’t sleep at all on the ride there or on our flight. I didn’t sleep until that night at the hotel. I honestly have NO idea how I did it.

-When you don’t know how to spell a word, do you look it up? Yeah, I just Google it real quick.

-Are you one to spend a lot of time in the bathroom? No.

-Have you seen the movie Super Size Me? Yeah, we had to in class. We watched it my sophomore year in my history class for some reason haha.

-Do you still eat at McDonald’s, regardless of that film? I was turned off to it for a little bit afterwards, but it didn’t last long. haha. I mean yeah, don’t eat it 3 times a day obviously.

-Do you ever consider the challenges other races go through? Yes.

-When was the last time you doubted your abilities? All the time. What abilities?

-At your favorite restaurant, what do you order? I always order chicken tenders and fries at any restaurant, ha.

-What was the last thing you wished for? I don’t wish for things.

-How many times a day, on average, do you look at the time? A lot.

[dreamsofpilots]

Miss you...

Josh Dun x Reader fic, fluff

AN: Wow, so I got a little carried away with this one. I’m sorry it’s so long, but it’s fluff and was fun to write. Enjoy.

Warnings: Mild panic, some strong language, breakup.

Received 9:55 AM

Seriously stop with this shit, or my GF is going to step in and trust me you don’t want that

My eyes were locked on my phone. I can’t believe I messaged him again. Why couldn’t I just let it go like a normal person? You break up, you move on, done, that’s it. But not me. Even though I knew I didn’t want him back or that I legitimately hated him, I still messaged him last night, only to get this reply when I woke up. Why am I like this?

With my hands shaking I went to my recent calls on my phone and pressed Josh’s name, he picked up on the second ring.

“Hey! I was just thinking about you, how’s it going?” His voice was always so cheerful, like every day was the best day ever. Normally that brought a smile to my face, but not this time.

“Josh..” was all I could get out. His tone immediately changed.

“Hey, Y/N what’s wrong? What happened, are you alright?” I wavered a moment, not sure that I could tell him. He’d be disappointed in me again.

“Talk to me hon’…” he urged.

“Josh, I,” I drew in a shaky breath. “I messaged him again…”

He sighed heavily, “Y/N why would you do that? You know he doesn’t really care about you, and he’s only going to hurt you. Besides, doesn’t he have a girlfriend now?” He asked, his tone clearly agitated. I knew this would upset him. Josh always looked out for me and never had a good feeling about my ex when we had started dating, but I had ignored him. I regretted that now.

“Yes, he does, and I don’t know Josh! I was just feeling lonely last night I guess and…” I trailed off.

There was a long pause on the other end of the line. Then, finally, “You know you can call me whenever you feel like that, right? Like, I’ll always be here for you.”

My heart felt like a weight in my chest, I had hurt my best friend. “Yes, I know that Josh. It’s just, I guess I wanted something else. Like you’re my best friend and what I wanted was something, well, different, I guess.”

Josh was silent again on the other end. I could hear a commotion in the background, probably the crew setting up for another show. “Y/N-”

My phone chimed, another incoming message. “Hang on a sec,” I pressed the home button and then to my messages. My ex had sent me another text.

Received 9:58 AM

And don’t get me started on why she’s a HUGE upgrade from you. I know exactly where to hit you to beak you. Sit the fuck down before shit gets real for you

I stared at my screen, my hands shaking. Why would he say something like that? He knew exactly how to break me? What kind of person would say that? And to someone they used to love?

I could hear Josh calling my name, so I put the phone back up to my ear.

“What did he say now?” he pressed. When I relayed the message to him, he blew up. I had to pull the phone away slightly so his shouting wouldn’t hurt my ear. 

“Who the heck does he think he is?! You listen to me, you are a goddess. Do you hear me? He was lucky that he even got the time with you that he did. You’re funny, smart, talented, and drop dead gorgeous. There is no way his troll of a girlfriend is an upgrade from you. He makes me so mad! I could cuss right now!”

I suppressed a small smile at his last comment. It would take a lot for Josh to cuss. He would feel like he was letting down his mom if he ever did, so he avoided it as much as possible. Tyler too.

“Look, we’re about to do sound check and Tyler is waiting for me, so I will call you after. But this is what I want you to do, first, block his number. I mean it. Block him from everything, facebook, snapchat, all of it. Throw out all the crap he gave you. I don’t want you to have any of it laying around anymore. You’ll feel better when you do, trust me. Then, go take a bath or something, make yourself your favorite drink, and just relax. I’ll call you soon okay?” 

“Okay, Josh. Thank you. I miss you”

I could almost hear Josh’s smile. “I miss you too. Now go, I’ll call you soon.”

I did what I was told and blocked my ex from all social media, even email. Then I gathered all the mementos, the hoodie, the cute mug, the necklace, everything I could find that reminded me of him, and I scooped them up in my arms and marched outside.

Luckily for me, my dad was already outside starting a fire. Since it was now fall, we had a fire almost every night, dad was getting a head start and burning some garbage.

“Hey dad,” I acknowledge him as I stomped by with my arms full. His puzzled eyes followed me, “Hey pumpkin.”

I dumped all the garbage right into the fire unceremoniously, and watched the flames overtake everything. My dad stood beside me and patted my back with what I assumed was understanding. After a few more minutes of watching the fire, I took a deep breath, and let everything go.

I stayed in the bath for quite a while, afterwards. I let the negativity wash away from my body, and watched as my fingers pruned up. When I felt more refreshed, I finally stepped out and wrapped myself in the fluffy white towel my mom and left for me, fresh from the dryer. I guess dad had told her what had happened. 

My phone was ringing when I entered my room, Guns for Hands blaring as my ringtone. I rushed over to pick it up from where it sat on my bed. “Josh?” I asked breathlessly.

“Yeah, it’s me. Listen, I want to see you, you know, to make sure you’re okay. I don’t feel comfortable leaving you alone right now.”

Confusion tugged at my brow, “But how? You’re on tour and I have work. Josh, honestly, don’t worry about it, I’m okay.” 

Josh was silent again, I could tell he was trying to think it through, but he really didn’t need to worry. His advice had already helped me quite a bit. “Are you sure? Because we have a day off tomorrow. I could-”

“Josh.”

“Yeah?”

“Breathe. I’m okay. I don’t want you to stress about me. You have the show to focus on, and Tyler needs your head to be in it, not on me. I promise I’m okay.”

He sighed heavily, “Are you sure?” 

I couldn’t help but giggle, he was being so sweet. “Yes, I’m sure. Besides, there’s only like a month left of the tour anyway. We can hang out when you get back, just like we used to before- well, before he came along.” 

“I’d like that.” I could almost hear his smile through the phone again. “Okay, if you’re sure you’re alright, I’ll call you tomorrow. But you can text me if you need anything, okay?” 

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful after I hung up with Josh. I spent some time with my parents, cooked dinner, watched netfilx, and I was fine. 

I was fine…

But then it was 3 AM, and I still hadn’t slept. My mind wouldn’t shut off. No matter what I did, I couldn’t stop thinking about what a fool I was. I had wasted so much time on this guy and had nothing to show for it, nothing besides a broken heart, anyway. 

As these thoughts flooded my mind, my breaths became shallow and rapid, and my skin clammed up. I couldn’t get enough air and I felt sick to my stomach. It was when the tears came that I decided I needed to talk to Josh. 

Instead of answering right away like he normally did, I got his voicemail. It was pretty late so he could be sleeping, but I didn’t think it was likely. Josh was normally on a high after a show, and stayed up late exploring or hanging out with his friends. Him not answering at this time wasn’t really like him.

I started to worry, what if something happened to him? My mind filled with images of him being hurt and my panic only grew. I couldn’t handle this,  there was just too much stress today, I needed to calm down. I just didn’t think that I could without Josh. 

Josh was always there for me. He made me laugh, he protected me when I got picked on, he always surprised me with little gifts or my favorite foods. It never bothered him when I called late at night when my troubles got to me. He would talk me in his soothing voice and I would be able to relax right away. 

Ever since we became friends we were almost inseparable. I always wanted to hear about his day and he always wanted to know about mine. We supported each other. I was so proud of the success that he was able to achieve, but I missed him all the time. He was my best friend, the only person I could always count on, and I-

Oh. 

Oh. 

How could I have been so stupid? This whole time I was wasting my affection on someone who didn’t deserve it when Josh was-

I hurriedly called his number again, desperately wishing that he would pick up. 

“Come on, come on, come on.” I pleaded, listening to the ringing continue. 

“Y/N! Sorry I missed your call, I’m actually-”

“Josh, wait. I need to tell you something.”

He chuckled, “Well that sounds ominous.” A pause, then this time with more concern, “Wait, what did he say now? I thought you blocked him” 

“No. I mean, yes, I did. No, this is about something else.” 

“Y/N you’re scaring me. Are you alright? Did you have another panic attack?” 

I was starting to get frustrated. “Josh, just listen for a moment!” 

“Okay…” he sounded hurt. I guess my tone was too harsh, but now that I realized, I needed to get it out. 

“Josh, I-” But what if he didn’t reciprocate? He’s such a nice guy, there’s a high chance that he never thought of me that way. I wasn’t that special, I was probably only a friend to him in his eyes. Could I risk destroying what we have?

A rustling on his end pulled me from my thoughts. What was he doing? A sudden tapping sound on my bedroom window nearly made me jump from my skin. I turned to look at it with a gasp, dropping my phone from my clammy hand. 

Josh was there, at my window. But how? He was supposed to be a few states away, the show would have ended only four hours ago. How did he?

I leapt from my bed, rushing to the window to let the yellow haired boy in. As soon as his feet were planted on my floor, he crushed me to his chest in a hug. The smell of his cologne, sweat, and something like the smell of an airplane washed over me. My heart skipped and danced in my chest at his proximity, and I wasn’t sure If I was warm because of his body heat, or just how he suddenly made me feel, being so close. 

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t feel right about the situation. When we hung up I booked a flight and left right after the show. I figured we could spend the day together tomorrow, and forget about that dipcrap.” He lifted his cheek from where it was resting on top of my head to look down at me. “Is that okay?”

I felt as if I could melt, or fly, or cry, sing, dance, laugh. There were too many emotions swirling around in my stomach, and my mind felt as if I were in a fog. I couldn’t believe he was here. That he would rush here just to make sure that I was okay. That had to mean something right? Would just a friend do something like that?

“Yeah, that’s absolutely okay, thank you. I can’t believe you’re here.” 

Josh smiled, causing his eyes to squint and his perfect teeth to flash. My stomach did a somersault. “What did you want to tell me?” he asked. 

I pulled him over to my bed so that he could sit, and I began pacing in front of him, not sure how to put what I’d realized into words. 

“Y/N?” I stopped pacing and locked eyes with Josh. I was surprised to see him blushing and fidgeting where he sat. When I didn’t say anything, he continued. “Before you say anything, there’s been something I’ve wanted to tell you too. I’ve felt it for a long time, but then you were with him, and I wanted to give you time to heal, but then I guess I just chickened out really and, well, I just-” 

“Josh.”

His eyes locked onto mine again, and I could see it. I saw our shared feelings reflected back at each other. I had been blind to it, and he had probably gone through so much pain because of it. I didn’t want to hurt him anymore. 

So I kissed him. 

He jumped in surprise at first, then relaxed into the kiss, bringing his hand up to cup my cheek. He tasted like coffee and mint. Feeling brazen, I crawled into his lap to deepen the kiss. I just needed to be closer. I pushed his hat off his head to thread my fingers though his silky hair. This is what a kiss was supposed to feel like, like fire and passion, and comfort all rolled into one. It never felt like this with my ex. I trusted Josh in a way that I’ve never trusted anyone else. 

Josh’s tongue flicked against my bottom lip, pleading with me. I complied and a little moan escaped him. I echoed with my own, my cheeks flushing and dizziness overtaking me. When we finally broke away for air, I rested my forehead against his. 

“That’s all I wanted to tell you,” I said after a few gulps of air. 

Josh laughed, his voice thick from what just happened, his warm breath mingling with mine in between our shared space. “Funny, I’ve been wanting to say the same thing. It’s like you took the words right from my mouth.”

That brought a laugh out of me. “I’m sorry it took me so long to realize, but I’m willing to see where this goes if you are.”

Josh gave me a sweet peck on the nose, “I would be delighted.” 

After a few more stolen kisses and warm embraces, it was time to kick Josh out. He couldn’t stay here with my parents so close by, but now that we knew how the other felt, we had all the time in the world to enjoy it. 

As Josh started to climb from my window, he paused to look up at me with those beautiful eyes. “Can I take you on a date tomorrow?” 

I pecked him on the lips and smiled, “I would be honored.” 

[lexgivesgayadvice]

Ello lex! I'm ella she/her and i date a guy (he/him) for almost 3 years. They told me they are actually non binary (and pansexual), now their pronouns are they/them (the gender transition is a part of the situation so i had to explain it here). So, they decided to post in social media about their gender bc of the pride month, and to wear clothes that are considered feminine, and my homophobic family is freaking out. My mother and my aunt are saying that they'll cheat on me w/ a man or fall in love with a man and leave, and that i will be seen by people as a bisexual woman (wich i actually am lol but will never tell, i do not feel comfortable telling anyone rn). Anyways, i am still dealing with this (when they wear a skirt i feel kinda weird with the looks people give us :( and idk if i feel the same attraction to them wearing more "feminine" clothes so im getting used to their new style, im trying my best to be the nicest gf to them bc i love them) and replacing the pronouns/nicknames. So, when my family members started to talk to me negatively about this and to dissaprove my relationship, i cried a lot. It has been days in a row of hearing b*llshit. Too much going on right now, i feel drained by my mom's thoughts about this, and her pressure. I dont EVER want to break up with them bc they are the love of my life. Any thoughts on what i should do to bring our lives some peace? Have a nice day <3

Hello Ella!!!! I'm so so sorry that your family is being absolutely terrible about this. I can't even imagine what that must be like and I'm really proud of you for sticking by your partner and trying to be as supportive as you can while dealing with your own set of crap.

This is a tough one. I don't know how old you are, but I'm going to assume you're still financially dependent/live with your parents, which makes things harder - it's not like you can just up and leave!

The thing to note about your family is that even though they are terribly, horribly wrong, they believe they are telling you what is best for you. I think maybe your best bet is to use that as a jumping-off point for a serious conversation: "Mom, I know you love me and just want me to have a good relationship, but I’m really happy and in love with [person] and your constant pressure is tearing me down. Can you please try to support that this is what I want right now even if you don't completely understand their identity?" The unfortunate fact is that you're probably not going to get your family waving rainbow flags and cheering for you, but it sounds like they think they're trying to help you, so perhaps if you make them understand that your partner makes you happy and your family is making you miserable, they'll at least care about you enough to back off and keep their homophobia to themselves.

If you know it's going to be hard to have that conversation without interruption or you're afraid of messing it up, what about an email or a letter? That would also give whatever family members you'd like to talk to some time to process what you're saying. Make it clear to them that they have a choice: either step back and let you be happy with someone you love, or continue making you miserable and afraid to talk to them or trust them. (Guilt the hell out of them! They deserve it!) And maybe it's worth explaining that your partner hasn't really changed on the inside - they've just found a better way of expressing their identity. If your family liked them before, they have no reason not to like them now, because they're the same person!

And if your family refuses to be understanding enough to value your well-being over their homophobia, you may just have to be forceful. "I already told you that I don't want to hear any more of this because it's making me really upset. Please leave me alone." Say that as many times as you need. If you can remain calm and mature, then your family members are a lot more likely to take you seriously. And if it gets really really overwhelming, do you have another trusted adult in your life? Maybe a guidance counselor or a teacher or even a supportive family friend would listen and have some advice for you or be willing to reach out to your mom and explain to her that her pressure is affecting you very deeply and very negatively.

I hope that helps, my lovely friend!!! Stay strong - you're doing so well and I'm so so proud of you for being a supportive girlfriend. Best of luck to you and your partner as you navigate this challenging situation 💚🌈