#carla what emoji would you like!!

[seiwas]

Sel can I join the fun little game ? I’d love to know what cute things Hanamaki does

(Hope you’re having a great weekend!!)

carla!! ofc you can join 🥺 i love hearing from you!!! i hope you're having a wonderful weekend 💗

makki always shares. i think, whatever it is he decides to buy, he also considers you. a new game to play—do you like it too? will you be able to play it? can he convince you to? (if the answer is yes to ANY of those, he gets it). food is always shared, though sometimes, if he really likes it, you're limited to one bite only before he accuses you of stealing his food. his clothes are definitely yours now too. actually, he might prefer it—he thinks his clothes look better on you.

send me a character and i’ll tell you a cute relationship thing they do!

[0oolookitsme]

Daddy of Three

Type - A One Shot again!

Verse - Footballer!Harry x Art Director!Y/n

Word Count - 2.2k

Warnings - None that I can find! (other than the fact that this is pure smut ofc)

A/n - Lowkey hate the title (you will too when you find out the context) but I just hope you enjoy this hahah <3

Kinks - Daddy kink, Face Fucking, Breeding Kink, Praise Kink.

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

Please rb to share!

Y/n was chopping up the vegetables she'd need for the meal she was going to cook tomorrow morning for Harry and Karan's lunch. Her eyes remained on her iPad's screen, on which she could see the page Carla was presenting in the meeting.

Clicking on the little mic icon by her knuckle, she unmuted herself. "Marla, don't you think that we should use red and yellow undertones? It's going to be a violent and a sad scene, I think it would work better," she said, not exactly agreeing with her idea of using green undertones.

"I agree," a few people wrote in the chat.

"But ma'am, we probably wouldn't have as much screen time for that scene. Plus, we have a scene inside the hotel's bathroom after that, which they tell us would give off green hues," Marla said, sliding photos till the bathroom set was on the screen.

Y/n hummed, laughing at how she'd absolutely forgotten about that. "Then I'd say that we do put green undertones but less. We need the switch between the scenes to be slightly puzzling – nothing like 'what the hell are they doing in the bathroom now' though," she said, making the other woman laugh and other people text the laughing emojis.

They agreed on trying the directory for the same the next day, and planned out a few more things before bidding goodbyes. Right at that time, Harry and Karan also got up from the couch as the show they were watching just ended.

"Are you done?" Harry asked her, walking behind Karan who seemed to be growing taller and taller everyday. It still mesmerized her, the resemblance between the two – same green eyes, same curly hair, same nose. Only his mouth matched with hers, other than that, he was a ditto copy of Harry.

"Yes," Y/n groaned while getting up, stretching the moment she was on her feet while taking a big yawn. "Not really, just a bit tired from all the screen time," she said when Harry asked her if she was feeling sleepy.

"Serve the dinner, will you? I just quickly need to wind my stuff up." She looked at Harry with pleading and slightly guilty eyes, kissing the corner of her mouth once he mumbled an 'of course.'

"Don't take too much time, though!" He yelled as she hurried up the stairs.

Karan climbed up in his chair on his own with a bit of struggle. He'd finally grown tall enough to be able to sit on the main dinner table, but still he needed a taller chair to sit on.

"Look at you going, already a big boy," Harry grinned at the little one, who was about to turn four this year. A breathy chuckle escaped his mouth when the boy's ears turned pink, he was born a shy persona but that never deterred him from speaking up when he wanted to.

Y/n watched from atop as Harry talked to Karan about the show they were just watching. It had shown some wild animals tonight, from what she could hear. She couldn't help but swoon a little bit on the inside as Karan climbed down the chair with a bit of grunting and helped Harry serve the table.

"Bring me a glass, please," Harry asked the kid just because he was eager to help. "Thank you," he appreciated him once the glass was on the table.

"Y/n –" Harry was about to call for her when he saw her watching him from the doorframe of their room. "C'mon, what are you waiting for?" He laughed, feeling a tad bit of shyness creep up on him when he realized that she'd been watching him.

They've known each other since childhood yet she still manages to turn his ears pink by just her gaze – it was yet another trait that Karan got from Harry.

"Could watch you be a baby daddy all day long. Just makes me feel so hot," she whispered in his ears, grinning when he slapped her bum sneakily.

"Did you tell daddy about the puzzle we solved today?" Y/n asked Karan and melted on the inside when his eyes lit up and he sat upright, suddenly excited and eager to tell Harry all about it.

And Karan's energized talking about the animals was how they spent their time eating dinner. Talking about Karan's puzzle, Harry's practice routine for the next day and Y/n's plans for visiting the set for a run-through were some add-ons in the talk here and there. Once they'd finished, Y/n took Karan up to his room to read him one of his nightly-stories, and lull him to sleep – it was Harry's turn to do the dishes tonight.

The toddler was extra tired today. He'd had football practice for a small upcoming match in his school, solved a lot of math problems and a whole puzzle in one day. So, it only took about four paragraphs of the story in the calming voice of his mother for him to pass out.

Y/n climbed down the stairs as silently as she could and pressed a feather-light kiss on Harry's neck, who didn't get scared in the slightest – probably because he heard her jam her toe in the leg of the dining table.

Harry hummed to acknowledge her presence, loading the last plate into the dishwasher. She stood back patiently, and once he was done, Harry turned around and leaned his bottom on the kitchen counter with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

Then, y/n leaned in to press a chaste kiss onto his lips.

"Mm, someone's feeling needy," he smirked when she pulled back, pulling her in again by her waist when she nodded. "What do you need, love?" Harry asked her, pecking her lips again with a soft smile on his mouth.

"Need to taste you, daddy – been so long," she mumbled, slowly and slowly relaxing into his body.

He continued tracing the outline of her lips, "Is that so?" He asked again, and when she nodded he released her lower lip from under the weight of his thumb, watching it rise back to its place.

"Then we'll put that mouth of yours to a good use," he rasped, reaching for her mouth again as he slid one of his hands on the back of her head, pulling her hair back to give him space to litter her neck in kisses.

When her mouth met his skin, she left open-mouthed kisses on it and bit on a few spots before Harry started pushing her down on her knees. Once she was down, she pulled down his sweats on his command and watched as his cock stood up, already hard. She spit on her palm, lubricating his length as she stroked him.

"Hands behind your back," Harry told her, and started lowering her head on his length when she took him in his mouth. "Fuck," he breathed, watching her as he pushed her lower and lower on him slowly.

He cherished the feeling of her warm mouth on him, and when she reached his base, he let out a groan as the feeling of his tip touching the very back of her throat.

Y/n could taste his salty pre-cum that had started to leak from his slit. It would've been more convenient for her if she could've placed her hands on his thighs, but somehow, this position was only making her panties wetter.

When Harry asked her if she was ready to go, she quickly showed him a thumbs up before holding her wrist behind her back again.

Slowly and slowly, Harry started bringing her head back and forth by his grip on her hair. Her lips wrapped around him felt every vien as he brought her head up till his reddened tip. She managed to take a lick at his slit before he brought her down again, faster this time.

Now, her head was bobbing faster on his cock and with the way her saliva was starting to dribble down her chin, she could feel him pulsing in mouth as she hollowed out her cheeks when she hit the base.

She gagged a bit when Harry pushed in till the back of throat. And then, he quickened the pace.

He held her head in one place as she tried to swallow some of his arosual fucked into her mouth, the sounds of her gagging filling the kitchen. "Fuck- you're doing so well, darling," Harry moaned above her, creating a pace again – his eyes unable to move from the sight of strings of her saliva and his arousal moving with each bob of her head.

He fucked her mouth with a fast pace, his tips dragging along her tongue before hitting the back of her throat with each thrust. "Jesus- fuck," he choked, his hold on her head getting tighter as he began ruthlessly fucking into her mouth.

"Breath from your nose, baby," Harry told her, continuing to thrust his cock deep down her throat by now. She started gurgling on her own saliva and his precum, her arms starting to ache as tears leaked out of her eyes and she clenched around nothing, her pussy feeling like it were ready to be pounded.

"Oh lord," he grunted, slowing down his pace just when Y/n thought he was close to releasing down her throat, he brushed his hand through her hair.

Gradually, Harry pulled out of her mouth and just when she was beginning to think that something had gone wrong, Harry helped her get up on her legs.

She stumbled a bit, her legs a bit numb, and knees hurting because of the hard floor. She freed her arms then as well, holding onto his biceps as she balanced herself.

"Fuck you're such a wreck," Harry breathed, wiping away at her damp skin – not able to tell the difference between her tears and her sweat. "And because of me too," he chuckled, brushing her hair back as she caught up with her breath.

"C'mon, wanted to come down your throat, but I need something else more than that right now," Harry said as he picked her up bridal style in his arms, the veins in his biceps popping out.

"What is it?"

"Need to feel your pussy, darling."

When Harry dropped her on their bed, she immediately got up on her elbows, her knees touching but feet wide apart. "Fill me up, daddy? Want another baby," she whispered, looking at him through her lashes.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Harry groaned, climbing up on the bed while stroking himself. "Fucking hell – 'course I will," he told her as he sat back on his calves in front of her. "Gonna make me daddy of three, aren't you -- since you clear need one at all times, as well?" Harry teased her.

"Open your legs for me, wanna see ya." Y/n did as Harry told her and he swiped his middle finger through her folds, realizing that she was already soaking wet, ready to take him.

"Gonna give you all my babies, darling. Gonna fill you up to the brim and get you pregnant again," he rasped, lining himself against her hole, wetting his tip. "Fuckin' missed watching your belly swell up with a baby – my baby, " he said while watching himself disappear inside her pussy.

Beginning to thrust into her, Harry's hand came to knead one of her boobs. "Need to see you breastfeed a little one again – see those leaking nipples," he choked out, so turned on that he already felt close to climaxing.

"Gonna come for daddy, love?" Harry cooed at her, feeling her thighs begin to shake around his hips already. "Give it to y' husband."

Y/n lied there under him, shaking and moaning as the knot in her belly moved lower and lower. "Gonna cum- fuck –" she coughed, shaking harder as her skin felt like it was on fire when Harry started rubbing her clit.

"Come for Daddy, darling. Doing so good," Harry praised her, increasing his pace as he felt his own balls tighten. As he thumbed tighter and faster circles on her sensitive bundle of nerves, he felt her walls clenching around him.

"So good for me, so fuckin' good around me – fucking made for me," Harry grunted, feeling like he was going to combust.

"Co-coming daddy – O-Oh I'm cuming fuck-" Y/n stuttered, her back arching as Harry fucked into her pussy mercilessly. She could feel him pulsing inside her, and once he hit her g-spot again, she felt like she had been electricuted as she came on his cock.

Her cum went everywhere as Harry continued fucking into her, the bed creaking under his pace. "So good for daddy, look how much you came," he chuckled breathlessly, looking down where she had soaked him and the mattress, white strings of her cum sticking to his base.

Y/n intionally cleanched around him again, lying fucked out of her mind and breathless.

"Good girl- that's a good fucking girl," Harry cursed before he shot ropes of his cum deep in her pussy. Ramming into her pussy until she had milked him dry, he finally stopped when some of his cum started spilling out of her.

"Gonna fill you up again, make sure I put a baby in you," Harry told her as he wiped sweat off his forehead – grinning down at her when she hooked her arms under her knees, giving him full access to her pussy.

"Daddy's gonna give it to you good, sweet girl," Harry said gleefully, laughing when Y/n managed to swat at his chest.

[pippytmi]

Hey there! I absolutely loved your Kacy Post Breakup AU stories. I was wondering if you could write "Cop AU where I've been undercover for years" or the one with the ring. It would make my day, but seriously, no pressure at all!

(this is. 100% an excuse for me to write a kacy + fast & furious au)

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The first time Kate gets a breakthrough while undercover, it’s in the form of a cryptic text which only reads: meet me at the bar. 2 PM.

Jane Tennant’s bar is the worst-kept secret of the street racing community, and though Kate has been there dozens of times already, being invited is a game-changer. And being invited by Jane Tennant herself? It might as well be a neon sign—Kate is in. This could be the invitation that can crack the whole case wide open.

But with every push, there’s the demanding pull from the universe which demands equilibrium, because when Kate walks into the bar none other than Lucy Tara is the one behind the counter.

Their eyes inevitably meet. Kate tries to smile; Lucy only stares back, expression carefully blank, and Kate’s smile falls.

“Hey, Whistler.” Ernie—Lucy’s best friend—is the only other patron in the bar, and he makes no attempt to hide his obvious surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“Tennant asked me to come,” Kate says, uncomfortably placing her hands in her pockets as she walks over. “Is she here?”

“She’s in the back,” Lucy answers for Ernie. “You can wait for her here.” It’s not a suggestion, so Kate slowly takes a seat. Without asking, Lucy pours her a club soda, and Kate accepts it gingerly.

“Thank you,” she says, but Lucy makes no indication that she’s heard, just turns and continues talking to Ernie about whatever they had been discussing before Kate arrived. Kate only catches a few words here and there, something about slashed tires and mangled gear shifts, before she tunes them out and starts scrolling through her phone instead.

That is, until Ernie says, “Wow, you went on an actual date?” and just like that, Kate’s stomach twists into itself. “Let me see. Hello Skylar…” He starts swiping through Lucy’s phone, which Lucy only makes one halfhearted attempt to steal back. “Points for the can’t wait to see you again text. I like that there’s a heart emoji, too. Carla is always saying something about heart emojis and kind auras.”

Lucy shakes her head. “I call bullshit,” she says. 

“I might be paraphrasing a little. But you get the point.” Ernie lets Lucy snag her phone back, and she’s laughing as she cradles it to her chest, face alit with such joy that Kate’s stomach twists for a whole new reason.

All Kate can do is drink in the sight of that joy, utterly helpless—helpless to the way Lucy’s eyes crinkle at the corners, the softness of her smile, the genuine mirth that makes her whole body shake when she laughs. Suddenly, Kate wishes her drink was something stronger. 

Thankfully, Jane pushes her way into the front from the mysterious back door, and Kate welcomes the chance to redirect her attention. “Thanks for coming on such short notice, Whistler,” Jane says, leaning over the side of the bar next to Lucy. “Can I get you a beer?”

“No, thank you. I’m fine with soda,” Kate declines.

Jane smiles in an unnerving way, like she knows something Kate doesn’t. “I heard about the race yesterday.” She tilts her head towards Ernie and Lucy, effortlessly inviting them to join the conversation. “Ernie wouldn’t stop talking about it, actually.”

“It was glorious,” Ernie says, nodding vigorously towards Kate. “Kai’s still sulking about it, but hey. All’s fair in love and…automobiles…” 

Lucy winces. “Oh, you need to workshop that one.” 

“I know,” Ernie sighs, dejectedly sipping from his little straw in whatever tropical mixed drink he’s been nursing.

Jane pointedly clears her throat and they both shut up. Kate would be in awe of how Jane commands a room like that under any other circumstances, but then Jane is surveying Kate again, one eyebrow quirked but the rest of her face inscrutable. “I’m not trying to poach you from Curtis, but I do want to make you an offer.”

Kate nearly holds her breath. “What kind of offer?”

“Work for me when you’re not working at Curtis’s,” Jane says simply. “I can always use a fast driver on my team. We make deliveries from time to time—special cases. The pay per run is guaranteed to be more than whatever Curtis is paying you.”

“Deliveries for the bar?” Kate asks, and Tennant gives her that secret smile all over again.

“Among other things,” she says. “Are you in?”

For a single, fleeting moment, Kate glances at Lucy. She doesn’t know what she’s looking for—not even sure what reaction she wants. When Lucy gazes impassively back, though, Kate gets a sinking feeling in her stomach which she can’t possibly rationalize. 

“Definitely,” Kate answers at last, trying to feign as much enthusiasm as she can.

Jane doesn't seem to notice the pause. Or at least, she doesn't question it. “You’re family now, Whistler,” she says, sealing the deal with a firm handshake. “Lucy will give you all the details about the next job.”

“Me?” Lucy blurts out, panicked, before she quickly tries again with: “Boss, I’m sure Kai or Jesse could do a much better job.”

“Your shift’s over, isn't it?” Jane asks.

“Yeah…?” Lucy trails off like she isn't sure what the right answer is.

“Then it works out, you're already here,” Jane says. “I’m sure Kate can give you a ride home. You can discuss everything on the way.” There it is again: the unquestionable authority in her voice, the kind that means Lucy doesn’t try to argue.

So that's how Kate and Lucy end up alone—sitting in the flashy red sports car which was previously seized at a crime scene—in complete silence. Kate doesn’t start the car, and Lucy doesn’t ask her to. Through the window, Kate sees Kai and Jesse pull up in a blue pickup truck, but Lucy doesn’t even comment on that.

Kate clears her throat, finally. “If you want one of the guys to take you home, you can go.”

“One of the guys?” Lucy repeats, shakes her head disbelievingly. “Wow. Already jumping right in, aren’t you?”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean.” Lucy won’t face her, just keeps her eyes firmly on the window. “This is your dream, huh? All this time, I never guessed.”

“My dream?” For a brief, sickening moment, Kate thinks her cover is blown.

“Oh, come on, Kate.” Finally Lucy whirls around to glare her down, and she’s so openly furious that Kate does a double-take. “You wanted to be part of this team all along. That’s why you walked into the bar the first time, isn’t it? That’s why you kept following me around like a lost puppy?”

Lucy’s words sting, and Kate swallows thickly—hears the anger, but also hears the quiver of Lucy’s voice and knows what it means. “It’s not what you think.”

“People always say that in the movies and it is, it is exactly what they think!” Lucy exhales sharply. “You used me.”

“That’s not what happened,” Kate says desperately. She has an explanation on the tip of her tongue. Hell, she has the entire confession just waiting to explode. That she has been in deep cover in pursuit of Jane Tennant and her team for almost a year—that she met Lucy by accident, and didn't know she was part of said team—that the reason Kate broke up with Lucy at all was because she knew it was the right thing to do, and not because she wanted to. But it would be worse than just self-sabotaging to tell the truth; it could ruin countless lives. So Kate can't say anything.

“How else would you describe it?” Lucy demands. “You’re the one who kept chatting me up, asking about the bar and the races. So what is it you want? Money? Protection?”

“Lucy—”

“No, tell me! Tell me what was worth stringing me along for? What was worth giving me some dumbass excuse to wait for you while you ‘figured things out’?” Lucy’s voice sounds choked now. “Did you figure it out, Kate? Huh? Did you get what you wanted?”

“I want you!” The first sharp prick of tears aren’t a surprise, but Kate still tries not to let them fall. “But I can't—I— “

Lucy’s expression softens, just a tad, like a thought is occurring to her she hasn't considered. “Are you in trouble?”

The question is unexpected, and Kate discreetly wipes at her eyes. “What?”

“You could've told me,” Lucy continues, “if you were in trouble. You didn't have to—” She doesn't finish her thought, but Kate can fill in the blanks. “I could've helped you.”

Kate knows, logically, that the “help” Lucy is referring to would likely be of the not-so-legal kind. But the fact that Lucy is willing to offer it? It makes Kate’s heart hammer in her chest like a lovesick teenager and she just doesn't understand. How on Earth is she supposed to betray Lucy Tara?

“It's complicated,” Kate says at last, which is true. “I can't talk about it.” Also true.

Lucy sighs. “Well, whatever you’re into,” she says. “It’s not going to get back to Jane, is it?”

Kate sucks in a shaky breath. “It won't,” she lies. 

“Good. Because I can totally kick your ass if I have to.” Lucy drums her fingertips against the car door like she wants to say something else, but doesn’t. “Can we go now?”

“Yes, of course,” Kate says quickly, starting up the engine. “Do you want to just tell me where to go?” Though she still remembers where Lucy lives, she also doesn't want to be presumptuous and start driving there either.

Lucy seems to begrudgingly accept this turn of events, in any case. She goes through the motions of giving directions, but the entire drive over she still does not broach the specifics of the next job like Jane asked her to. 

Kate has the sense not to push. She dutifully parks at Lucy's apartment complex when they arrive and just waits—lets Lucy take the lead on where to go next.

“We're doing a delivery to a warehouse on the south side next Friday,” Lucy finally says. “We go in pairs. I'll pick you up at eight.”

“What kind of delivery?”

“Nothing to worry about,” Lucy says. “Jane won't say it, but this is a test run. No details until she’s sure that you're trustworthy.” She turns to make sure Kate is looking at her, then asks, “Are you?”

Faced with the rawness of Lucy’s voice—of the guarded frown on her mouth—Kate can only nod ever-so-slightly. “You can trust me, Lucy,” she says softly, and wishes more than anything that she could mean it.

She wishes a lot of things, actually. Selfishly, for the chance to reach across the center console and hold Lucy’s hand, press a kiss to her knuckles like she used to, because it would make Lucy smile. (And also make Lucy try to push her luck at every red light back to Kate’s place). But she mostly wishes that she could go back in time and fix everything.

“Then I’ll see you on Friday,” Lucy says. “Are you still crashing in Curtis’s back room?”

“Yeah,” Kate says, thinking wistfully of days where Lucy used to squeeze into the makeshift bed along with her. “Do I have to meet you anywhere, or—”

“I'll pick you up,” Lucy says, but pauses just before she reaches for the door handle. “Is your phone number the same?”

“Since three months ago?”

“Don’t—try to be cute,” Lucy huffs. “I’ll text you when I’m on my way.”

Kate feels the burgeoning twist of a smile try to form, unbidden, and she has to bite it back. “Okay,” she says. “Um, goodnight,” she adds, so as to not say something stupid like I still love you.

“Night,” Lucy mutters, throwing open the door without so much as a glance back.

Kate watches her leave, and only when she is sure Lucy is safely inside does she allow herself to look away, down at her phone where Lucy’s smiling face is still her screensaver. She thinks about it once or twice, but ultimately gives in and calls Curtis. “Hey, it’s me,” she tells his voicemail. “I’m joining Jane’s team for something next Friday. Can you get everyone together tomorrow? I’m going for a drive tonight, don’t wait up for me.”

And she does exactly that: puts her windows down, lets her music blast loud, drives and drives and drives until her fingers are numb against the wheel in an attempt to make her inner turmoil go away.

(It doesn’t).

[buddiesmutslut]

Omg wtf I'm so sorry about your dog!!! No pressure but if you would like the distraction I'm very curious about this one!! (Actually sorry I can't find the emoji but it's the teenage girl dad Eddie one I think???)

Thank you 🩷🩷 She was a little bit psycho, but a good dog nonetheless, and our house is quieter already without her crazy energy.

Anyway, distractions are most welcome, and as previously stated, all of the clips for this have been from the next chapter in this fic, so I should probably finish and post it, but here's another snippet!

Chris is leaning against his side now, snug under Buck’s arm, a few tears glittering on his lashline when he looks up. “What does this mean for Alex??”

“Alex?” Buck questions, before it clicks into place. “Shit.” He scrambles for his phone to check the time, and of course, it’s way too late to catch the original flight, given that it leaves in half an hour and they’re over 50 minutes from LAX. “Shit, shit, shit.” 

He doesn’t have Elena’s number, and Eddie’s phone was destroyed in the crash. Even if he did, that seems like awful news to give over the phone. 

“You owe the swear jar a lot of money.” Chris remarks dryly, and they both chuckle a little, the familiar joke breaking the tension a little bit. 

“Put it on my tab, I’m good for it.” He promises, before he starts thinking aloud. “Okay, I’m going to call Carla or Bobby, I think Maddie is off today, and then book the next flight to see Alex and Elena and let them know what’s going on, and -”

“No! I want to come with you!” Chris interrupts vehemently. 

Buck starts to argue, trying to dissuade him, but then he notices the trademark furrow of his brow - which means there’s a Diaz about to be stubborn about something - and the way he’s still leaning into Buck’s side, which is something he hasn’t done in a while. 

Mentally, he curses the cost of an extra plane ticket, but acquiesces. He doesn’t really want to let Chris out of his sight either, so he can't be too upset. 

“Guess we better get moving then, if we want to make the next flight.” He sighs

[imabillyami]

Hii I I'm back 😂

Okay so I would not have guessed English was not your first language 👀😳 you are doing amazingly well!

21 parts!! *fainting* I'm sooo happy to hear that haha Please please in your words - get over yourself and post that stupid (not stupid) chapter 4 😂 - I say this in the most loving and polite way possible 😁🥰 butttt obviously what I really mean is don't stress about it too much and post only when you're happy and comfortable with it (we'll be patiently waiting 😊). I'm glad to hear you're excited for the rest of it though!! 😁

On another note... My curiosity got the better of me 😆 Gentle Cottagecore Emoji Asks 🌱🥛🍯🐄🌳🐓🐇🌲🥞⛰️ answer as many as you like

(as always no pressure to respond) 😊

Ta

🐨

Hi Aussie anon friend 🥰

Took me a while to get to your message (April is this crazy busy month for me every single year, but in a mostly positive way), but here we are.

Yeah, the writing thing is delicate and very fickle. But I've been writing for 15+ years at this point and it rarely stresses me out anymore. I just gotta do things in my own time and remind myself from time to time to trust the process. We'll get there, always do in the end. Patience is key.

Thanks for sending those emoji asks, I'll be answering them under the cut 💕

Hugs to you 💜🌻

🌱 Seedling: What is a scent you find relaxing?

Sandalwood & the scent of the air when you walk through the woods after heavy rain

🥛 Milk: What is a food you find comforting when you are sad?

I dealt with some stuff in the past, so I’m not an "eat my feelings away" person anymore these days, and I’m really trying to prevent finding comfort in food or spending money when I feel sad, so I don’t have a specific food. In fact, I really struggle with eating when I’m sad these days, a complete 180 from when I was younger. 

🍯 Honey: What is one thing you like about yourself?

Personality wise - my kindness. A lot of people think I’m faking that or playing it up, but I’m genuinely not. I just don’t see the point in making anyone’s life harder or miserable when I can spend my time putting smiles on people’s faces and leave them with good memories instead. Physically - probably my eyes. I like the dark color of them and the way people tell me I have kind eyes. So that.

🐄 Cow: What is one other tumblr blog you really appreciate?

Picking one is impossible, really, cause we’re all here for different reasons and good at different thing and I’m just glad we get to share this space together and love the thing we love.

I’d like to shout out some of my dear friends though. Tay @taydaq for her incredible art and being an all around lovely person who’s always there for others.

Mahi @mahi-wayy / @bangazaii for being a complete sweetheart and our lovely fic writing sessions and idea spitballing sessions / rarepair shenanigans in our dms.

Shanie @shanie-the-komania-toyaddict for always being there when shit gets rough and calling me out on my bullshit, but never judging (& also writing the most beautiful kayfabe compliant steenerico fic + side stories).

Carla @samijey for providing me/us with the most beautiful gifs and the most gorgeous writing (and giving me a chance when it was easier not to).

And last but not least my dear friend E. @bremmommye who’s been my friend and comfort person in & out of the internet for many years by now and who I miss dearly cause we rarely ever get to see each other in "real life" (that's what living on opposite ends of the same country and being busy does).

I love all my moots and my followers and all the people I follow who don’t follow me back, but these people are the ones that have carved out that extra bit of space in my heart for themselves and made themselves a forever home in some shape or form. Sorry, didn’t mean to get that mushy, but I really love talking about my friends.

🌳 Tree: What is one thing in your future you are looking forward towards?

Honestly, it goes hand in hand with the answer above, I think. Being able to watch the people I adore, family, friends, acquaintances, strangers I have yet to meet, grow and evolve and live authentic lives that they’re feeling happy and fulfilled with. That’s what makes me happy - seeing the people around me happy. 

🐓 Chicken: What is a comfort movie/show for you?

Sooo many. But one constant is The Princess Bride. Another one is The Breakfast Club. Grey’s Anatomy (very early seasons), Skam, Legally Blonde and more recently Heartstopper. I could go on and on, there’s a whole lot of them. 

🐇 Bunny: What’s a song that you really like?

If you could see my music library - it’s WILD. And I love every single song. I listen to music basically every single minute I’m awake and able to. So picking one song - good god. I’ll give you my 5 most recent played ones.

Thoughts of a child - The Lathums

Dublin in Ecstasy - Inhaler

Dreams - The Snuts

I bet you look good on the Dancefloor - Arctic Monkey

Poundshop Kardashians - Sam Fender

🌲 Pine: Do you prefer the cold, or the heat?

The heat. Don’t love the heat, but I can stand it a lot better than being cold.

🥞 Pancake: What is your favorite breakfast food?

Not a big breakfast person, don’t have a sweet tooth either (not anymore I should say), so probably something savory. I had this yummy grilled veggie & hummus on rye bread breakfast sandwich when I was traveling the other day, that one came to mind. On a normal day, I’ll just have a cup of tea (no sugar, no milk alternative), a handful of almonds, and a banana or an apple to hold me over till lunch. But yeah, if I’m going for actual breakfast, I prefer savory over sweet. 

⛰️ Mountains: Would you rather live in the mountains, city, beach, or the forest?

Grew up living near the forest and spending a lot of time playing in the woods as a kid, lived in a couple a large cities over the years, now living close to the mountains, but still in general vicinity of the city (albeit a smaller one), I’m really enjoying being able to go for a hike in the mountains if I need to catch a break. Reconnecting with nature and the quiet from time to time is real nice. 

[helloliriels]

Sleepless in London (Pt.8)

Read it on AO3 (still catching up to AO3 before I post the next new chapter Tuesdays/Thursdays)

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The vibe in the clinic had shifted the next day.

John felt it.

Stepping out of the downpour and into the waiting room lobby, John brushed the moisture off his shoulders and ruffled his hair … looking up, only to see three of the receptionists tittering and whispering in a highly conspiratorial mode, as they watched him … keenly.

“Hi, Wendy, Carla, Sam.” 

He nodded, trying for casual in his greeting … but couldn’t help the knot forming in the pit of his stomach.

He walked a bit faster to his small office and quickly shut the door.

He needed to breathe.

.

Coffee with Sarah had been nice? Somewhat uneventful, the morning before. She smiled a lot. John had to get used to allowing himself to smile. And even allowed himself to laugh … a carefree chuckle that slipped out. 

He eyed her shyly after he stopped. Feeling oddly self-conscious.

She wasn’t even looking. 

She was watching a pedestrian street dancing across the way … oblivious … that his world was shifting. Taking this enormous step into the dating world again … She was younger. Pretty. Her hair long had just a hint of red in the sunlight … Strawberry-blonde. That’s what his mom used to call it. Harry’s hair was the same color. 

They had walked back to the clinic together. 

.

After thinking about it all afternoon, he had decided - he might shake himself out of his comfort zone further … and even ask her if she’d like to try dinner sometime? Possibly a walk in the park? Tomorrow evening? He didn’t figure it would go anywhere. And he wasn’t sure that he wanted it to.

Sarah had escalated it to Netflix and Chill at her place … And John suddenly realised that … perhaps that wasn’t so bad? … perhaps … it would go somewhere … ? Should he really be afraid of that?

But now that everyone at the clinic knew that John was coming over to her place … that was … well. That was different.

.

A recently widowed man … after ONE coffee meeting with an acquaintance … accepting an invite over to her place … 

Jesus. He was an idiot!

.

He made it through the day somehow.

Acknowledging anyone who interacted with him, but only just. Ears beet red. 

He could hear their whispers.

He wished he had a jacket on, so he could flip up his collar, and avoid them completely! 

He didn’t know if they ALL knew about the date? Or if they’d somehow finally discovered the radio program? But either way … he felt it wasn’t good.

Practically sprinting from the office after his shift, he heard the ping. And peeked at the message:

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. SARAH M  6:35 PM 

. You still on for tonight?

.

John hesitated, half a second … before replying:

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. JOHN W  6:37 PM 

. Trouble finding a sitter.

.

Then added:

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. JOHN W  6:38 PM

. Hate to cancel on you. Owe you another coffee, sometime?

.

He placed a little emoji smile with a perspiration drop at the end of his message, and felt pretty good about having handled his smooth escape … 

When he felt the next message ping in his pocket:

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. SARAH M   6:43 PM 

. I have the perfect sitter! 

. She’s available tonight!

.

Sarah instantly sent him a name and number to a complete stranger.

Shit. He hadn’t avoided anything!

John began drafting a prompt reply:

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. JOHN W   6:45 PM

. Do you know her well?

. Do you trust her?

. Do I know her?  

.

As he typed, he was second guessing the whole proposition!

He shouldn’t have invited her for dinner. He should NOT have said yes to her place! And most of all …  he couldn’t put Rosie in just anyone’s care!!!

Sarah’s reply made him stop spinning:

.

. SARAH W   6:51 PM

. Front desk? Five months now?? :)

. You know Sam?

.

Oh. Right. Samantha.

She had been one of the tittering few this morning … 

Damn it. He really had no excuse that would not look incredibly insulting to either … or both of them, now.

.

. JOHN W   6:55 PM

. Thanks. I’ll Give her a call.

.

(Story continues beneath the cut ...)

John arrived nervously at Sarah’s place. 

Rosie had been left, happily settled in with Sam at their flat. And despite his misgivings at the nose ring and hoodie that took him momentarily by surprise … She was a very competent - and he recalled, organised  - adult. The other ladies in the office followed her filing system, or else.

He had only just managed to stash away all of the letters, before she arrived. And now he stood … 

Staring up at Sarah’s building … 

It took a moment to ground himself. A deep breath in.

This wasn’t a big deal.

It was just dinner,

.              A movie …

.

Two hours. 

That’s all he was allowing himself. He would make an excuse to go home in two hours, either way.

He psyched himself up … 

. … and pressed the buzzer.

.

Sarah was popping open a bottle of red. They had just shared an amazing spaghetti bolognese and Sarah was going on and on about something or other, when she startled him back to her attention.

.        “I was waiting for you to ask me out,” she said, blithely, “I wanted you to ask me out - and I thought you never would!”

Her smile was too big. It made John’s heart hurt. She wanted him to be enjoying himself.

He smiled, blinking. 

She thought he never would …? 

She was right, of course. What was he doing?

This wasn’t fair to her.

.        “Sarah … I-” he started,

But she was laughing and pouring another glass of wine for him,

.        “And then you did!”  she raised her glass to toast and clinked.

.

They binge watched some episodes of 'The Office' and laughed at the resemblance of John to the Tim character. Sarah fell asleep on his shoulder after a few more glasses. Never once asking John about his life or his child … or anything real.

He sighed.

She was nice.

She was young.

Too young, probably … There would be no shared experiences, no understanding of the shell shock and the grievous wounds of war … No understanding of the occasional drive John had to do something reckless … something dangerous … not that the life of a GP would ever bring that side of him to life again.

He suddenly felt very old.

.

When he woke her to say goodbye, she invited him to stay, tugging on his arm. Her dress was tight. Hugging her hips and breasts. Showing off her lovely features. Her hair was messy and soft, and oh-so-feminine … and her room was so close …

But he thanked her politely and managed to head on his way home, like a gentleman.

Thinking … 

.           Maybe he would feel less guilty, if he went out with someone not at work?

.           Maybe he would wander around for a while and clear his head.

Still catching up to Ao3 before I post the next chapter! (Ohmygod, this takes forever to edit and post on Tumblr!!!) 🤣 I need moar coffee ☕️

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[lostbutterflyutau]

2, 4, 5, 6, 23, and 24 for Velvette and Camilla please? I don't have emojis so just picture the devil emoji cuz hell

YAAAAS. Let's GO!!!

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

Velvette: Her attitude and looks. Seriously, girl is serving. Even though it is immature at times, I just love her overall aura and aesthetic. Plus, I love how observant we see her being in the bit of time she gets on screen and the fact that her looks change so frequently, which speaks to her position as a trendsetter and fashion designer.

Carmilla: Like Velvette, I like her attitude, but for different reasons. She's clearly been in position for awhile and that reflects in the way she conducts herself. I also love how she will literally murder for her family. I have a thing for protective characters who are also secretly soft with certain people (in this case, her daughters).

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

Velvette: Oh, geez. I guess I never thought about it much. Maybe something akin to Project Runway/Rainbow where I could see her being a great judge.

Carmilla: This is super obvious, but considering Striker is mentioned as having a Carmine-crafted rifle, it would be cool to see her in Helluva Boss. I know it will never happen, but the idea intrigues me.

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Other than their respective songs from the show:

Velvette: Shameless by Camilla Cabello, but that's because I ship her with an OC of mine and it reflects that.

Carmilla: Sexy Bitch by David Guetta ft. Akon, for... reasons. I'm simping respectfully.

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

Velvette: Hmmm... Fashion, I suppose. Not in that we dress the same, but enjoy creating it (even if I just do sketches).

Carmilla: Not much, actually. The only thing I got is that we're protective of and will go to bat for those we care about.

23. Favorite picture of this character?

(This is my favourite Velvette look (Planning to cosplay it eventually!). And I just love the attitude you can see in her everything here).

(Carmilla with her hair down is EVERYTHING. DAMN GIRL. YOU A SEXY BITCH. (And I will cosplay you as well one day)).

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

Velvette: We haven't seen many side of her, but in some ways, Velvette reminds me of early Carla Delgado. Like, season one through mid season two where she was more ornery and disrespectful before Ash happened and she chilled out.

Carmilla: No one, honestly. Like, she has traits in common with other fandom characters, but I can't peg just one character from a fandom I've been in as being similar. Or I'm just blanking right now.

[screaming-universe]

i see you want some more emojis!!! 🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹

yes, thank you! :3 (make me write game)

🏹and so the flint strikes

Eddie knew that there were twenty-six slips of paper with his name in the first bowl. Supposedly chance decided what bowl your name was in but when people wanted to keep their children safe, they were ready to bend the rules—obviously. And while this was an open secret in the district, having somebody’s name be drawn twice during the Reaping would certainly put an end to this trade of safety for money. And probably also bring reprisals from the Capitol that Eddie did not even want to think about. So all papers with his name were in one bowl and this year he had even been asked what bowl he wanted them to be in. Apparently the [position???] had felt about putting Eddie’s name in one more time in exchange for her son’s. He’d chosen the first, so that at least he’d know quickly. There was a good chance his name would be pulled out of the bowl, higher than it had ever been in fact. He never tried to let it on but the Reaping always had his heart rate heightened and his breath short. Not many would admit it—Eddie himself would never—but most if not all were afraid of being reaped. And why wouldn’t you? In the whole history of the Hunger Games there had barely been a handful of victors from District 12. There was only one alive now: Robert—Bobby—Nash who’d won the 93rd Hunger Games and been drunk probably ever since. Eddie was afraid to be reaped but this year he had Adriana to worry about too: she had just turned thirteen. So here he stood in the square, his heart beating so fast he was afraid he would pass out. […] The escort [Carla?] pulled a paper from the first bowl and Eddie held his breath. The probability that his name would be pulled was higher than average but probability wasn’t everything, he tried to tell himself. There was a sad smile on her face as she stepped back to the microphone. No escort ever chose District 12 voluntarily but she at least seemed sympathetic. They probably would not see her for another year. “Evan Buckley!” she announced the unlucky tribute. Eddie knew him, from when he had still been in school. The first day of secondary school Eddie had walked into the classroom and Evan Buckley had decided to hate him for some reason. That had been about it for the rest of the school year: glaring and posturing. And after that he had apparently decided to follow Eddie’s lead and just they had just ignored each other. Eddie had hardly been in school since he had been fifteen though, so he had not seen Evan in quite some time. Now Evan stepped out of the section in front of Eddie’s, the one for the eighteen-year-olds. Eddie could not see his face but he did not need to. Evan walked like a lamb to slaughter which wasn’t nearly as metaphoric as Eddie wanted it to be. He might not have gotten along with the guy but he did not wish for anybody to be reaped. Not that that had ever helped, it was inevitable. Evan walked up the steps to the stage and [escort] motioned for him to stand in front of the first bowl. His face was stony, his whole body tense. [Escort] stepped up to the second bowl with a small sigh and drew a second piece of paper. Eddie felt himself breathe a bit easier, now that he could not be reaped anymore. But his newfound breath was knocked right out of him when she announced the second tribute. “Adriana Diaz!” For a moment, Eddie heard nothing, felt nothing—it was as if time stood still. And then he heard the commotion behind him, heard Adriana crying, then screaming. Before he knew what was happening he had left his section just as two peacekeepers marched Adriana past him—her small hands reaching for him—and he heard himself scream: “I volunteer! I volunteer as a tribute!”

As you might be able to tell by the number of Hunger Games that have already taken place, I am trying to go for something a little bit different from the original story but I don't know if I'll actually like it so I'm still figuring that out ^^' I am very tempted to deviate from the original plot lien but at the same time that would mean that it takes longer for Tommy to join the plot. So I may switch back to having this be the 74th Hunger Games yet.

[gayland22]

Hi Dakota. Its Sammy. 13, 20, 25 and 26 for ROOT BEER REGINALD "REGGIE" PENIS!!!!

OUUUGGG

13. WHATS AN EMOJI, AN EMOTICON AND/OR ANY SYMBOL THAT REMINDS YOU OF THIS CHARACTER OR YOU THINK THE CHARACTER WOULD USE A LOT?

🍺 of course . . . i do VERY much think he'd use :] and :[ too though he thinks :) is too un-friendly

20. WHICH OTHER CHARACTER IS THE IDEAL BEST FRIEND FOR THIS CHARACTER, THE AMOUNT OF SCREENTIME THEY SHARE DOESN'T MATTER?

TO ME. TOOO MEEEE him n swk have such good unexplored found family potential. AND. CARLA DOSA. I THINK THEY'D BOND SUPER DUPER WELLLLL AND REGGIE WOULD TELL HER TO GET HER ASS TO THE CLUB !!!!! I DO NOT CARE THAT THEY COULD NEVER MEET

25. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST IMPRESSION OF THIS CHARACTER? WHAT ABOUT NOW?

i really REALLY wish i could say my first impression was me becoming terminally ill over him concerningly fast but it wasn't. my friend (hi carla) said his name offhandedly when i was rambling about a trope i'd like to see done more and i conjured up an image of him in my mind that was. Completely incorrect. not saying it but i do still want to give reggie a gun because of it though i thtijnngkkkgmgh

26. FREEBIE QUESTION!!

doing this with 22.. i love LOVE when they make him horribly violent and even more unsettling than he already iiis. it makes me go teehee i want him to be horribly shrouded in his need for revenge and ramble on and on about it and i want jeremiah to think it makes him sooo attractivee .

[likesunsetorange]

Eren! 12 - 21 & 23

character ask game

i think you meant 12 through 21? either way the more the merrier LOL (also feel free to send me other characters besides em LOL from any show thats in my lil pinned post tbh!!!)

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

in canon — i think eren harbors a lot of self loathing and when him and mikasa go to the cabin, he finds it really hard to believe that she truly forgives him for all of his transgressions, so it's hard for him to accept that a lot of it is real (kind of makes me think of the real/not real thing in thg but in a different way - everlark is so engraved into me lol) so he's just a big weepy sap lol

in a modern au — he's probably a music lover, he makes playlists a lot and makes them for everything. i bet he makes mikasa playlists all the time too

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

i feel like eren would love this emoji 🧍🏽

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

eren would only have a sense of style bc of mikasa and carla LOL he probably wears solid color tshirts and/or the occasional nice graphic tee and jeans/basketball shorts and some typical sneakers that are moderately trendy lol. he doesn't look frympy but he's not a fashionista by any means

15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

eremikaaaa clearly

16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?

i feel like this is obvious lol

17. What's a ship for this character you don't hate but it's not your favorite that you're fine with?

im clearly an eremika truther but i can see why ppl like erejean LOL it's giving typical shonen homoerotic vibes (e.g. bakudeku)

18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

i love eren and levi's relationship so much bc of the mentor/mentee relationship, and honestly levi was like the closest thing eren had to a paternal figure following grisha's death. like those tiktoks where it's like s1-s3 levi saying "i'm not your dad" then it's s4 eren saying "you're not my dad" UGH I CRY!!!!! but levi being so hurt/disappointed by eren in s4 just gets to me and i think if we could hear anyone else's paths convo with eren i would wanna hear his and levi's. also bc i wanna see if levi beats his ass again lmao

19. How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?

i wouldn't say i hate annie, but at one point i used to lowkey be an annie hater LOL (now i actually love annie), so i guess in s1, i really enjoy eren and annie's dynamic (prior to the ft arc), especially bc you can see how much eren clearly admires her. i think it's funny how even tho she clearly beats his ass he still wants to learn from her, i think thats kind of noble of him tbh! also i think bc he admired her sm and considered her a friend it sucks to see him so hurt by the reveal of her betrayal

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

armin and eren are platonic soulmates and there's nothing you could ever say that could change my mind about that tbh

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

favorite — i love writing eren's dynamic with carla, i think it's really special bc of what happened in canon. i imagine eren as such a mama's boy (in an endearing way) so it's so sweet to get to write their bond and imagine how that dynamic would be as eren would've grown up

least favorite — i think in a canon universe, i don't like writing some of the more sad scenes, like in the ema au, when i think about eren harboring all the pain of the memories to himself, it literally makes me so sad LOL like im genuinely such a fucking sap so i just cry and cry bc i hate thinking about it 😭

23. Favorite Picture?

canon & fan art (once again im biased)

[drfirsnogayny]

Do you have any headcanons about Eddie? Or is he considered just an unused fanchild? (I swear I'm imagining Jerome and Carla interacting with him and it looks cute AAAAAAA)

Actually, I haven't thought about it, but there are some things

📛 His full name is Edgardo Luis Byron.

✨ He has two best friends. (I just found information that Eddie's friends, Jason and Emma, may be twins). Most of the rest of his classmates seem boring to him.

👊 Sometimes bullies tease him because of his unique appearance.

🍨 His parents are often called to school because of his behavior. The parents say, "We'll talk to him about it," and then they leave school and say to their son, "Come on, let's buy us all ice cream." Carla is usually more negative about the leadership at Eddie's school, and Jerome is more inclined to initiate trips for ice cream or other pleasant things.

🏫 At the age of twelve, he can get into a Biolitary school, but it is not yet known whether he will like it there or not. Carla didn't like it there.

💘 Sophia, a classmate, has a crush on Eddie.

🪦 In an essay on "How I Spent the Summer," Eddie once wrote about how he and his parents searched for treasure in graves, and then ran away from the watchman.

🐗 Eddie has four uncles. But he only likes Julio and Bernardo (Carla's older and younger brothers). Sebastian (Carla's other older brother) seems boring to him, and he is afraid of Jordan (Jerome's older brother). (If anything, Sebastian is the one I mentioned in another post as a character who doesn't like Jerome).

👍 Among the BRev characters, he would be loved: Madison, Ron, Cindy, Penelope, Buggs, Polly, Jenny, Byron, Emmy.

👎 Among the BRev characters, he would not be liked: Lily, Billy, Oswald, Felix, Theodore, Monty, Austin.

👐 The Guy, Nugget, Alice and Davey would be neutral to him.

🪲 Eddie is fond of studying bugs.

🐊 His favorite animals are crocodiles and alligators.

🪀 He also loves yo-yos.

💣 He loves to make something with his parents. Usually these are explosives.

🤬 He invented the word "sgarm" to use it instead of obscenities, including in front of his parents.

🚭 Hates cigarette smoke. Once he threw the found cigarettes from the balcony for this reason, but will receive punishment from Carla. He doesn't touch cigarettes anymore.

😈 He would like to have a monster as a pet.

🛹 He loves skateboarding.

🦜 When he was still a baby, his parents dressed him up as a parrot for a Halloween party.

📝 He enjoys hearing about the events that took place in the original Kindergarten. He is amused by the fact that adults tell completely different versions of what is happening.

Don't ask how the boar emoji is related to uncles.

[dr-shortsighted-owl]

💞 🌈 💫 💌

FOR MY BELOVED OWLFRIEND ✨🦉💕

Jenwyn my beloved Rainbow Duck! Thank you for the ask!

💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language?

Answered here

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

Answered here

💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

Long commentary ones as people read and react are like ACTUAL TREASURES which i re-read when i am in a rut or have a bad day. I also love peoples tags if they highlight scenes or dialogue they loved. Gif or emoji reactions make me very happy too. (Jenwyn your comment on Elec. Attr. is my go to for when I am sad, it makes me so happy and loved...)

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

I'm in a lil rut with the last two scenes of my 6x12 coda - but heres a lil bit:

He was home all of 10 minutes, but not for wanting of trying. 

As much as Carla had tried to reassure Chris after her phone call with Eddie, the boy was smart, tech savvy, and persistent. A channel 8 news article and Carla's deflections had tipped Chris off enough. Walking into his own house without Buck trotting along behind him was the final confirmation for Chris it seemed. 

A single question. 

A single firm dismissal. 

And a slammed bedroom door that stuck in the top corner.

Next thing he knew he’d been on his coffee run - wondering if having oat milk in his own coffee, just to smell a facsimile of Bucks coffee order, had actually helped shift the weight on his chest at all - when a familiar pair had appeared outside Bucks room.

[van-yangyin]

It’s Van and this is my sims blog

Hi, this is my sims blog. 🧑‍🤝‍🧑👬👭👫 🌕Non-Binary☀️he/they🌕

It's my first time here on Simblr but since 2019 I've been on my sims Twitter sharing edits and renders I've been doing [UPDATE: currently, I've been here since April of last year]. I hope to meet a lot of new people around here and that we can connect through our sims. So far I've mainly posted things I've uploaded on my Twitter with the date and link to my original tweets, but now that I'm up to date on all my social networks, everything I post will be new content. I'm in love with Final Fantasy series, Kingdom Hearts, SK8 the Infinity and DRAMAtical Murder (❤️FF/KH/SK∞/DMMD❤️) so apart from OCs (Mainly ❤️Our Sims JAKK❤️/❤️LukaNoah❤️/❤️IcarRyu❤️/❤️Generación Luna❤️), that's what you'll mainly find here.

~More detailed info below the cut~

This first part is for those who know about one, two or all of those anime/videogames and are interested in knowing in more detail what you can find here and what I'm mainly interested in. If you don't understand meaning of any emoji but know about, don't hesitate to ask me (also as anon if you're too shy) I don't put full names so as not to bother tags unless it's to explain something specific.

Characters that most interest me, enjoy analizing them and/or are comfort (without order of preference):

SK∞: 🐶🌹🌸🐯©️ (Yeah, Carla too, but as Sakurayashiki-sensei's inseparable AI)

DMMD: 🎧🧠🐇💧🧸👓🧁🐶📖

FF15: 🎣📸👞🍴

KH: Destiny Trio, Seasalt Trio, Wayfinder Trio and Twilight Quartet

🧑‍🤝‍🧑👬👭👫 of comfort/I enjoy analyzing their dynamics:

SK∞: ~Mainly (without order of preference)~ 🐶🌹🐶(TRUE EDEN)/🐯🌸🐯(SOLE CILIEGIO)/🌸©️/🌹🌸🐯🐶 (All their ships combination as platonic or romantic)/🐯🌸©️ ~Sometimes~ ❄️🌺❄️/🌷🔧~🌷🌼 (Oka and our female sim OC Haruno Hanami made by me and my dear friend Lea, tho finally Hiromi chose Oka by himself)/🐱(By now he prefers to be surrounded by kittens and puppies)

DMMD: 🎧🐇/🧠🐇/🧠💧/👓🧁

FF15: 🎣📸/👞🍴/🎣📸👞🍴

KH: 💞/ ✍️ 🐚/ ⭐️💰 /🌞🌝

In relation to SK8 The Infinity I want to clarify that in this blog characters are treated as in anime, when they're themselves are called by their real names and surnames and when they're “S” skaters by their “S” names (except for Reki and Miya for obvious reasons). Here you won't find me calling Kaoru, "Cherry/Cherry blossom" when he's not an S skater (unless it's part of the story/writing and it's in context because he's called that by someone else for whatever reason at the time). Also feel free to block me if you don't like or are uncomfortable with Shindo Ainosuke/ADAM for whatever personal reason you have, HERE YOU WON'T FIND HATRED TOWARDS HIM BUT YOU WILL FIND A LOT OF CONTENT OF HIM.

I don't mind other people's likes/loves, but I want you to know that I won't interact with things I don't like or make me feel uncomfortable (things I already have muted), so I have no problem with interacting with the likes we do share. 💞 As long as you don’t try to impose on me what I don’t like (since I never try to impose on anyone what I love/like). Although I also want to make it clear that I have no problem debating politely with people whose opinions are contrary as long as those opinions aren't make in an aggressive way. But I will never start this kind of debates as I mainly come here to have fun and analyze characters and dynamics of everything I love (including my OCs).

There are many more in FF but I would never finish so I summarized it with the ones I currently interact with the most.

From here on, information for everyone who only come for sims theme in particular.

All are Original Characters made by me and @lea-heartscxiv (here mainly shown as Sims version). Our Original Characters are morally gray characters, aren't labeled as either "good" or "bad" characters, they're just humans/supernatural beings that make mistakes, either because of past they've had, how they've been raised, circumstances around them or their personal/mental situations to give a few examples. That is, they will only be "good" or "bad" for other characters around them, who will see them in one way or another depending on their points of view. If that makes you feel uncomfortable you can stop following me, and block me if you wish.

Our OCs JAKK: 🛹 Jack Santos~Aris Angelopoulos~Kyle Ishikawa~Kyla Ishikawa 🛹(Original characters made by me and my dear friend Lea, Jack, Aris and Kyle are in a polyamorous ralationship and Kyla is little sister of Kyle [toddler])

Our OCs IcarRyu: 🌠 Icaro d’Angelo~Ryuuya Kitta 🌠(Original characters made by me and my dear friend Lea, we really love that togheter their ship's name formed the phrase I carry u (I carry you) because they're always supporting each other and trying to move forward in their day to day lives despite helicopter parents they have.)

🦊Our OCs The Great deities of northeast🐺: Story made by me and my dear friend Lea, that we're doing in comic version and soon we will start publishing surely in Webtoon and Tapas.

Our OCs Generación Luna: 🌕 Kibou~Orfeo~Sagar~Badir🌕 (Original Characters made by my dear friend Lea but very dear to me, they’re warlock, vampire, merman and werewolf in order respectively) [We haven't yet presented them here]

(For the moment I will write only those ones)

Thank you so much to all CC creators for some CC and poses I sometimes use in my sims. If you have questions or are curious about something specific, my asks are always open for WCIF questions or any other question). Hope you like my renders and edits!

I convert, recolor and create CC of everything I love, which I use in my sims.

⚠️‼️ If you follow me exclusively for Custom Content I share, I just want you to know that all Custom Content I make is for familiar use unless I decide to share it, thanks for understanding. If isn’t in any of my social networks for free download is because I haven’t shared it. You can ask me, but first read all my F.A.Q. so as not to ask questions that I have already answered there. I don’t want anyone to follow me without knowing what they will and won’t find here, I’m a 3D artist so mainly everything I do is to learn, experiment, use in my renders and enjoy with my friends, thanks for your understanding. If after reading my FAQ it bothers you that I don’t share everything I do, you are always free to unfollow me. ‼️⚠️

If you want to see gameplay of characters I make, you can find them here and at my dear friend @lea-heartscxiv. There are certain stories that some things we make "alive" since we play characters indicating it in each post and we speak and publish as them. I use to put: (This is a post from his point of view) at top of post below title. Some of our publications or some publications can also be found in our Blogger, both in English and Spanish, where are more organized and easy to read all together for everyone.

English is not my native language so it's not very good, I'm sorry if I'm not understood very well sometimes. Apart from English you can write me in 日本語, Español, Italiano, Català, Gallego, Euskara or any other language you want, as long as you keep in mind that in some of them I will use translator to understand you better and it may not translate well.

On the other hand when there are any trigger warnings (tw), even if I post it as sensitive content and the type of content, I'll add hashtag warnings. Although for now the only Trigger warning (tw) I have is [#tw: child abuse allegory]. And I always put at their own post on top the same picture very, very blurred with the trigger warning and the picture without blurry is usually placed below the cut line so you can avoid it at all costs if you don't want to see it. 

I want to clarify that I don't make art that shows delicate material in a direct way, because personally I like more to portray that kind of material from the psyche or with subtlety, and in this way practice metaphors in pictures, since metaphors are something I have a hard time interpreting. That doesn't mean that I ever try to do something less subtle, but I will never try to do it in a way that I personally don't like.

I will also be happy to meet new people around here to share sims experiences. Lastly I want to point out that anything I tagged as [#van-yangyin], [#my sims], [#my sk8 sims] (and some other tags that you can see when go to one of them, although if it's a series, try to put the name of the series) and my Custom Content is tagged as [#VanS4CC]. For other users' posts I use [#reblog] tag and [# with the user's name]. And for my self reblogs I use [#self reblog time] I really don't like tzr hashtag because it hasn't my personality. You can find my other social networks here.

Thanks for reading to the end, I will surely edit it and update it when I remember something else I should write. 

Have a happy simmer day! 💛 🍀

[liannelara-dracula]

Headcannons of S&M&T and Kino using Instagram? What do you think they would post and how would they use it?

Omg you are genius! This is an amazing ask.

I can’t believe I didn’t think of this.

Link to prompt---> HERE

Please join my diabolik lovers group chat! Link---> HERE

Read Laito Sakamaki Fanfic [Dark Theme]---> Here

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Shu:

He’s not on too much.

His username is just: shu.sakamaki

He follows his brothers and Yuma to annoy him.

His posts are probably just like landscapes.

Usually of a sunset.

And about his music and classical music he likes.

He also probably posts about the triplets doing something stupid on his story.

While they’re not watching.

He’ll tag them in the story saying, “remember this?”

Even adds special effects just to spice it up.

He has so many followers bc all the girls at his school follow him.

He gets so many dms but leaves them on read.😂😂

He tags his bros to annoy them.

Doesn’t post about his gf very much.

Usually when she’s not looking.

Reiji:

Username: scienceiskey or perfectioniskey

He follows his brothers of course and might even follow Ruki.

He sometimes unfollows his brothers tho if there getting annoying😂😂

But will eventually refollow them.

He posts about his experiments and science in general.

But it’s very aesthetic.

On his story he’ll post pictures of things that are broken in the house and he’ll literally tag all his brothers and ask “who is responsible?” Or “you did it and I know.”😂😂

He’ll also post things about nature on his story.

He never posts selfies.

On his bio he literally tagged shu and said please don’t follow this good for nothing.😂😂

He posts with a schedule.😂

He doesn’t post about his gf at all.

This is cause he doesn’t want to share you with the world.

Laito:

Personal account username is: Laito.is.gay sexy😂😂

He has two accounts: one is a porn one and the other is his personal.

He doesn’t keep them private.

Because he believes in being open.

He follows his brothers and has Ayato on his bio.

On his personal he posts pictures of himself.

Fangirls follow him. So he live streams a lot.

And talks about his day and what annoys him and whose getting on his nerves.

He blows kisses into the camera.

Tells them his plans and has a slogan, “being a hoe never hurt anyone.”😂

He follows the fangirls back.

Answers the dms.

All of them.

On his porn account he says he’s a major in sexology.

If there is an occupation option he types in sexologist.😂😂

If Reiji finds his porn account he’ll block it permanently.😂

With his gf he posts pictures of them on his personal account. And will feature them on his porn account if she’s ok with it.

Kanato:

Username is: teddyisnotbasic or dollsarebetterthanu or better yet, on_wednesdays_we_wear_purple. Even, only.bitches.wear.purple

He is an idol on there.

Every girl loves him.

He sets the Lolita trend.

Posts about doll stuff and it’s super aesthetic.

Everything is very cute.

He uses a lot filters to make the posts all have the same glow.

He also posts about sweets and about teddy too.

He does post about his gf when she wears Lolita clothes with him.

Ayato:

Omg 😱 do not get me started😂😂

His username is: Ayato_Sama_Sakamaki

Which idk if you’ll noticed but his username’s initials spell ass.😂😂

Includes special people in his bio, for example

look @ dee dude: @/laito.is.sexy

Bae: @/y/n’s username

This dude is the meme king and the vine king.

He reposts his favorite vines or memes too.

He makes his own with Laito all the effin’ time!

Which are beyond popular.

Sometimes he features Kino or Subaru in the film and shit just gets wilder.

Literally posts the dumbest shit on his story.

He’ll make live videos about the challenges he does too.

He even has friends from school join his vids.

He has so many followers and he tags his brothers to make them laugh.

Shu usually finds it funny, especially if it’s about dissing Reiji.

And Reiji being the petty ass he is, will just block him for little bit.😂😂

But then he’ll follow him again.

Has a lot of followers like no shit.

He follows a lot of them back too.

Includes his gf in the vines.

Subaru:

Username: im_not_a_damn_car 😂😂😂

He doesn’t follow anyone except for his brothers and his gf.

His account is private so every time Kou sends in a follow request he rejects it.😂😂😂

Doesn’t post anything really.

When he does it’s only for a little bit and then he archives it.

Bc he thinks it’s weird.

Or that the photo turns ugly.

He follows a lot of emo accounts tho.

And emo bands

His bio is emo too.

“how can emptiness be so heavy?”

Will take selfies but ones that don’t show his face very much.

Only uses black emoji hearts.

Doesn’t post about his gf cause that’s private but he has her on his bio.

“Claimed, touch her and you die”

Kino:

Username: ask_yo_girl_about_me

Another vine king

Him an Ayato follow each other.

They r bros—fight me on this but I’m right.

They are always in each other’s videos.

Tags Ayato in a lot of posts

Has lots of followers

Does so many live streams and answers random questions.

Posts late at night, a lot.

He has a lot of reels too.

Uses a lot slang.

Cocky af😏

Has rants sometimes.

He has his gf in his bio and sometimes posts about her.

Mukami

Ruki:

Username: Ruki_grey

He’s not online too much.

Follows his brothers and surprisingly Reiji.

Posts about literature like his favorite book/quotes

But it’s always aesthetic.

He has some pictures of himself but not too many.

He usually has more pictures of his girlfriend tbh.

He is very poetic and on his story he posts about quotes he likes or pictures of his gf.

He has a lot followers and has probably been scouted for modeling.

Yuma:

Username: hotgirlbummer or summerbummer

He posts about the music he likes and gardening.

It’s really about plants and how to grow them.

Has a lot tutorials.

And facts.

Never mind the profanity and his clumsiness in his tutorials.

“Oh shit!” He’d say dropping a shovel.

“Ruki man didn’t set this up right.” He’d complain referring to the space he was using to do the tutorial.

Pots pictures of flowers that have bloomed and veggies that are ready.

He has another account that’s personal where he follows his brothers and posts about rap music.

Or just music he likes.

There are not too many photos.

He posts pictures of his gf on his personal.

He also takes videos of her to annoy her and see her get camera shy.

“Turn it off!” You’d say cover the camera with your hand.

But he of course just doesn’t.

Kou:

Username: koumukami

It’s an official account.

Cause he’s an idol

He has millions of people following him.

He only follows his brothers.

Tries to follow Subaru but it never works😂😂

Calls out people who judge him.

“Hey! I don’t appreciate comments like this on my page.”

He’s slogan is, “I just can’t worry about no haters, I gotta stay on my grind.”

Tags Yuma and teases him about stuff if possible.

He posts about his music.

Has live videos where he talks about anything or where he sings.

Loves to take pictures of himself and he does a lot.

like everyday.

Includes his gf in videos and photos and talks about her non stop.

making fans jelly.

Is very sassy and will post rants if needed.

Responds to his fans’ dms.

Azusa:

Username: softclouds

Has a soft profile.

Things about nature and cute things.

Posts about his gf more than himself.

Or about them together.

Doesn’t have a lot of posts

He gets tagged by his brothers which he follows.

On his story he posts pictures of you or where he’s traveled to.

The filters are soft ones.

He probably has a bio that’s short but simple.

“Hi.....I’m Azusa Mukami.”

Tsukinami

Carla:

Username: imcarlatsukinami or scarftsuki.

He posts about land scapes and literature.

Just really aesthetic.

He has pictures of him and his gf.

Has you in his bio.

Is rarely on.

Follows Shin.

Has a private account.

Doesn’t reply to comments unless it’s from his gf.

Shin:

Username: badassesonly or y/n’s.daddy

He posts so much about his girlfriend and him.

Always about where they go.

He has pics of him and his brother too.

He follows Carla, Kino and Ayato.

He doesn’t make vines but sometimes Kino will ask him to join his.

He posts about food and working out.

On his story he posts about you secretly.

Mostly about your body.

You get mad at him for it.

Tells people to follow you.

Doesn’t live stream.

He’s on a lot.

Loves to use filters on his brother and on his gf.

He posts about animals to.

His account is not private and he has a lot of followers.

[lunaekalenda]

Hi hi hi!! Loving your recent post sis :DDD I’m kinda new to your blog but im loving it so far especially your theme<33

May I ask if the movie event is still open? If yes can I join please? ^^

Maybe 💖🏠🚗 (romance, neighbors and modern!au with Eren Jaeger<33) I got this idea from taylor swift’s song “You belong with me” (this time im gonna change it a little) l do adore this song sm since a year ago! I just find this heartwarming and gives me 🦋🦋🦋 whenever I imagine it:)) I’d imagine myself as a florist on this one instead of yk- a normal student just going to school.. rlly cliché,, I mean I want to be at least a little different. LIKE A STUDENT BUT AT THE SAME TIME SHE’S WORKING AS A FLORIST and then eren would be the neighbour😩 and then you decide how we would met:)) (idk if i said that right, but let me tell u im rlly bad at explaining stuff), for example my mom opened her flower shop and i’m somehow part of it since i’d be helping her arranging the flowers and stuffs! I know it’s a little confusing but im trying my best to explain it😅😅 I APOLOGIZE FOR MY EXPLAINING IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN WELL im bad at it :’) AND IDK IF THIS MADE SENSE BUT YEAH😭

Have a great day or night!! <33

of course! i really hope you like it and thanks for participating honey! <3

romance + neighbors + modern au feat Eren Jaeger

inspired by you belong with me by taylor swift.

It was so late at night. You sigh, leaving the keys of the flower shop in the entrance table. You walk towards your room, your shoes in the entrance, feeling the soft carpet of your room on your bare feet. You sit on your bed, your curtains open, letting you see the window in front of yours. That’s Eren’s room.

You’ve known Eren since the two of you are kids. He moved to the house next to yours, and his room’s window can be seen from your bedroom. Eren was shy at first, also capricious. You easily built a friendship with his sister, Mikasa, and they often invited you to have dinner. As you grew, he stopped to be a insupportable mum’s boy and started to be a sweet and warm-hearted guy, who always cared for you two as a big brother, but never been really close to you. You always wondered why.

Right now, he’s also on his bed, a manga between his hands. His messy bun is wet, so you suppose he has just came out of the shower. He looks through the window and finds your eyes. He takes his phone.

“what’s up weird neighbor that looks to my window?” a text can be read on your phone. You let out a little laugh. Taking your phone, you write a reply. His smile is illuminated by your text.

“i was wondering if my insufferable neighbor was home.” you see how he laughs before replying you.

“ding ding, today is your lucky day, i’m home and freshly showered just for you.”

Flirting jokes were a normal thing between you two. You smile and look at him, you can appreciate how he bites his lip. That's how close your windows are. If you open yours, he could enter your room without making a circus of it.

"let me doubt if you cleaned all your body or just wetted your hair." you say. When he was little and his mom told him to have a shower, it was a spectacle, because little Eren wanted to keep playing video games, so he just opened the water, wetted his hair and change his clothes, trying to make Carla believe he had a shower.

"oh. wanna see how clean i am?" he asks, following it a pervert emoji. You look at him again.

"you're an idiot. gonna block you." your message goes with an angry emoji this time. He laughs.

"then i'll appear in you room tonight." he points the window, remembering you how close it is to yours.

“you sounded like a horror movie antagonist.” you say.

“nah, not into horror.” he answers. Then, he leaves his phone and keeps reading. You enter the bathroom in your room, taking a towel and a pijama. You’re really tired, you have been in uni all morning and in the flower shop all afternoon. Your feet are screaming for a rest, and they deserve it. You enter your bathtub and let your feet relax on the hot water. You sigh.

Every time you talk with Eren, your heart shakes. It feels so good, but, at the same time, you know it would feel better if you two were closer. You can't force a relationship. You can't force someone to like you. But, well, sometimes things go well naturally. You sigh again. Also, your mom asked you to make some floral arrangements for a wedding, and you have to have them for tomorrow morning. It seems today will be a hard night.

You hate weddings. At least right now. 

Making a little corsage of white roses for the sizes of a kid wrist is difficult. But make 15 of those is literally like hell.

You have your light on, working on your desk, right in front of your window. It’s almost 2 A.M and you keep working on them. You have a big bouquet and all the bridesmaids’ corsages left to do. You want to cry.

That’s what happens when you procrastinate and leave all for the last day. That now you’re here.

But it isn’t time to get sad, you have to work. Petra, your client, deserves all of this. She always helped you on your homework when you were little. Also, she’s marring a guy who really loves her! You’re happy for them. You also want to share your day with someone who really loves you.

You sigh and kept working. you have to take out the flowers’ stem, then put a lot of little leaves and other green plants around, sew them quietly and adjust it to the band they’ll put around their wrist, making sure nothing will fall and everything is well placed. Your phone buzzes. A message.

“are you still awake?” Eren’s name shows on top of the message. You unlock your phone.

“yes, got some work left, and i need to finish it.” you look to the front. His room has, surprisingly, the curtains away. It’s totally dark except the faint light that enters from your room, and his phone. You delete the message.

“oh, sorry, i’m giving light to you. i’ll turn it off.”

“no. it’s not that.” he answers. You can see his half-naked body and his messy hair. He keeps writing.

“what are you doing awake so late?” he asks. you send a little message.

“working.” he frowns. His fingers are fast.

“working? what are you doing?” you answer quickly what you have left to do. He reads fast. “damn. that’s a lot of work, y/n”

“i know T.T” you see how him turns on his light. He gets up lazily and searches a sweater, that puts on. He leaves, going downstairs. “what are you doing, Eren?” you ask, but you see his phone on his bed. He comes back no long after, with a pack of chips and a couple juice packs. He opens his window, taking his phone.

“Eren?” you ask. He smiles. “What are you doing?” 

“Come and take this while I enter, please.” he asks you. You take the chips and the juices, and he enters using your window. 

“What the hell are you doing?” He takes a juice and gives it to you.

“I’m here to help. That’s an inhuman quantity of things. If we do it together, we’ll end really fast.”

You’re surprised. Has your neighbor just took juices and chips, crossed your window and talked as if it was the most normal thing ever? He sips juice from the straw quietly, looking at you. He smiles.

“Well, should we start then?”

You give him instructions on how to make it, and he gets it really fast. His hands move carefully between the flowers, and he sews with precision and softness. you’re looking how he does it, and he looks from the side how you look at him. You’re both sitting on your desk, working on flowers, looking to each other sneakily. It’s true that you two are faster now, so the little children corsages are done quick. You then start with the bridesmaids’ ones, they’re easier since you’re used to make them. Eren and you have a small talk while working, talking about trivial things. The six bridesmaids’ are finished really quick. There was just the big bouquet left.

“How are you planning on doing the bouquet?” Eren asks. He offers you chips and you take one.

“I don’t know.” your clock points 3 A.M. “Eren, it’s late, you should go to sleep...”

“I’m okay. I told you I was going to help you.” he winks. “Okay, take this.” he gives you a couple roses. “Also this.” now, some lilacs. “oh, and of course some lavenders.” He gives all to you. “Okay, get up and act as if it was your bouquet and you were the one getting married.” he tells. You get up.

Even in his wildest fantasies, he never thought an image of you taking a bridal bouquet would affect him so much. He’s trying his best to keep his mouth closed, but his eyes are shining. You look so beautiful, in your pijama, all bare-faced and your hair in a messy ponytail, taking a bouquet.

“What do you think, Eren?” you ask. He has been silent for a couple minutes, and you started to feel quite observed. Not the bouquet. You. Eren smiles.

“You look gorgeous.”

Damn.

What did he just say?

His cheeks start to blush and he thinks about repairing it saying just another silly thing, but he’s unable to speak. Because your surprised face makes it even more magical, as if he really gave you the bouquet. He likes you so much, and keeping it hidden for all that time was difficult.

“T-thanks, Eren. But, the bouquet...”

“It’s nice. Let’s do it.”

You work in an uncomfortable silence. He thinks if he should confess all or stay silent, and you try to calm your heart after hearing from him that you looked gorgeous. You want an explanation.

“See, when...” You both talk at the same time. You laugh. “Okay, you go first.” you say. Eren smiles.

“You looked really gorgeous.” he says, cutting the leaves for the bouquet. “You always look gorgeous but, damn, taking that bouquet in your arms and smiling to me... That was a critical hit.”

“Critical hit?” you asks. He nods, looking to the leftover white rose. He takes it and turns it around his fingers.

“Yes. You know, when you play a videogame...” You let out a little laugh.

“Eren, I know what a critical hit is. I was asking why.”

“Because you looked so beautiful with the flowers on your hands that I wouldn’t doubt to buy flowers for you everyday just to see you smile like that.” he says, all in one sentence. You look at him. He’s blushing. He’s so handsome like that, looking at the white rose. He puts it on your hand. “Yes, I... Well, liked you for a long time.”

You start to laugh, making him jump a little on his chair. He looks at you.

“Is it that bad?” he asks. You shake your head.

“Are you telling me that we both hide our feelings for nothing?” you ask. “You’re a dork, Eren Jaeger.” He looks at you, eyes wide open.

“Excuse me? You weren’t the one confessing, if I wasn’t here, we will be hiding all our lives.” he says back.

“You could have been faster, Jaeger.” you tease him, your body getting closer to his unconsciously.

“You could have been faster as well, y/s” he smiles. “Anyway, you take it? I have a long waiting list of people to go out with” he jokes, laughing after that. You laugh with him, his senses getting drunk with the sound. You look the white flower between your hands. A smile starts to take form on your lips.

“I definitely take it, Mr. Jaeger.” You get closer to him, maybe willing a kiss, but he points the clock.

“It’s late, let’s end this. We can’t lose more time, sinc...”

“Oh, shut up, Jaeger.” you take his hoodie and pull him closer to you, your lips covering his. You have waited so long to kiss him. His hands leave the flowers and find your cheeks. 

“If this is the way to shut me up, I will start talking about every single detail on all the Zelda games non-stop. And there are a lot.”

taglist: @lagrimasdeglitter <3

[jibber-jibber-chicken-dinner]

I wish you would write a fic with Eddie x Reader’s first date

Eddie Diaz x Reader ㅡ request

♡ Title: This Is The Start (Of Something Beautiful)

♡ Word Count: 1,112 words.

♡ Relationship: Eddie Diaz x Reader (Gender Neutral!)

♡ Rating: General Audiences

♡ Warning: Not Applicable

♡ Summary: Tonight's the night; you and Eddie are going on your first official date together as a new couple. After waiting through your worries and insecurities, Eddie's presence reminds you that relationships don't have to be perfect for your partner to be perfect for you.

♡ Beta: Not Beta Read 

♡ Notes: Requested by the lovely @lonely-writer, we hope you enjoy this little one shot!

You nervously paced the room upon receiving a text from Eddie that he was coming to pick you up at 7 p.m.; in fifteen minutes.

You gave yourself a once over in the mirror by your front door, nervously worrying your lip between your teeth, unsure if you looked good enough. You thought you looked okay, but for your first date with Eddie, you wanted to look better than just okay.

You snapped a photo of yourself in the mirror with your phone and texted the photo to Buck;

At 6:46 p.m.: Does this look okay? Eddie and I are going out tonight. First date.

Buck at 6:46 p.m.: Right, how could I forget, you and Eddie have only brought it up to me like 15 thousand times, Y/N.

He sent a laughing and a wink emoji so you knew he was only teasing.

Buck at 6:47 p.m.: You look amazing. But Eddie likes YOU not your clothes. Have fun!

You smiled at the texts from Buck and sighed, pocketing your phone and continued to look yourself over in the mirror. You still worried it was too casual, or not casual enough; you didn't know where Eddie was planning on taking you. He'd wanted it to be a surprise.

Your phone chimed and you fished it out, surprised to see a photo attachment of Carla sitting with Christopher on the couch. She'd written a message, as well:

Carla at 6:50 p.m.: Have fun tonight!

Carla had sent a crazy amount of kissing and wink emojis which made you chuckle to yourself. Your heart swelled at the cheesy grin Christopher wore (and what looked like a smudge of pasta sauce on his chin; adorable). You were so attached to him and Eddie already.

You sent Carla a quick Thank you! before resting your phone on your thigh after sitting by the front door; not the classiest of positions to wait for your date in, but you were a bundle of nerves and excitement.

Soon enough, there was a knock at the door and you stumbled to your feet in less than two seconds; you peaked out through your peephole and sure enough, there was Eddie standing outside your door. You swallowed your nerves and took a deep inhale through your nose before opening the door.

Upon seeing you, Eddie’s face split into a grin. “God, Y/N,” he said, his voice full of fondness for you (and that alone was enough to make you blush; Eddie was fond of you!). “You look... Wow.” He bit his lip and chuckled nervously.

“You look pretty ‘wow’ yourself, Diaz.” You giggled, allowing him to step past your door frame before leaning forward to meet his lips in a kiss. His arms snaked around your middle, he held you close and squeezed you gently before pulling his lips away to lean his head back and look you over while holding you in his arms.

“I have never in my life seen someone as breathtaking as you.” He whispered and you blushed a deep shade of red. “Shut up,” you mumbled embarrassedly. “I must look like a tomato.”

You went to pull yourself away and out of his arms, but he held on firmly and gently at the same time. “Well then you are the best looking tomato I’ve ever seen.”

“That’s cheesy.” You teased, laughing and leaning forward to peck his lips before pulling away (this time he let you go) and rocking on the balls of your feet. “So where are we going? Am I dressed appropriately?”

“Didn’t Buck already tell you you look fine?”

“How did you-” You stopped upon realizing that Buck must’ve told Eddie you were nervously asking for his fashion advice. “That traitor.” You said light-heartedly. Eddie laughed.

“So Buck knows...?” You asked. “Knows where you’re taking us, I mean.”

“Well somebody had to help me pick some place nice enough to take you; I’m shit at planning these things.”

“Eddie, you know you could have taken us to McDonald’s and I would have been over the moon the entire time.”

The man rolled his eyes. “This is our first official date as a couple; I want it to be special, Y/N. I don’t date casually, and I haven’t even dated at all since Shannon-”

He cut himself off, a shadow falling over his eyes that’d been bright when he’d walked through your door. He swiped his tongue across his bottom lip, clearing his throat, and he cast his eyes down at the carpet.

“Hey.” You said softly, reaching out and lightly touching his arm over his shirt sleeve. He didn’t look up. You frowned.

“Eddie,” you said, more firmly this time. He looked up then. “I know how hard this probably is for you,” you began, taking both his hands in your own. “You know I’m not here to rush you. We’ll take this at your pace. But I need you to know how deeply I care for you and Christopher; I’d never do anything to hurt either of you. You’ve been hurt enough, both of you.” You said the last part quietly.

Eddie bit his lip and swallowed, trying to look away again but you caught his chin gently before he could do just that. He let out a shaky sigh and he nodded.

Slowly, you wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your chin atop his shoulder, squeezing him against you gently. “You deserve good things, too, Eddie.”

At that, you felt a tremor go through his body and felt him nod while his head rested against your own.

You pulled back only slightly to look him in the eyes. You lifted a brow, “Care to share where you’re taking us now?”

At once, his bright smile was back on his face and your heart skipped a bit. He chuckled and nodded. “Fine, fine. We’re going to Massilia in Santa Monica. I made the reservations, and we should probably get going if we want to get there at least a bit earlier than the reservation’s time.”

You squeezed his hands in yours. “Okay. Let me lock up and I’ll meet you in your truck.” You said.

He kissed your temple and headed out the door. You punched in the digits for the alarm before you grabbed your keys and a denim jacket in case the temperature dropped after dinner and you both decided to go for a walk.

You locked your door and hurried outside to where Eddie waited by the passenger’s side, door open. You blushed a little and shyly smiled at him before hopping inside.

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