#Lilly Hate Roses

[cherrycola-angel]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 🧚🏻‍♀️🐇🌷🍵🩰 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

[lyuhsk]

#better as a concept

[the-sweetest-g1rl-in-town]

Ive got so many problems but owning clothes like those would fix all of em˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

[roseforviolet]

My favorite ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

[rinnieeebaebee]

venus in aries:/

[lanalove2012]

[renaissancehotel]

AU where Luna Lovegood falls in love with Morrissey, organizes a band and sings The Smiths songs

[wrongcarvie]

[elizab3thxyz]

[with-my-calamitous-love]

IN A WORLD OF BOYS HE’S A GENTLEMAN

chuuya x reader

thoughts about how chuuya acts in a relationship

inspired by slut!

chuuya nakahara, who comes home in the middle of the night to find you softly asleep in his bed. sometimes your all wrapped up in the sheets, protecting yourself from the cold trying to replicate the heat of chuuya's body. other times you fall asleep with an open, unfinished book laying on your stomach or your still blaring phone in the balm of your hand. your hair is messy, comfortably sprawled out on the satin pillow. maybe you're in a lacy, black cami he bought for you- more for himself than for you- or you're in your favorite oversized hoodie you would never wear around anyone but him. it smells like him. you insisted. either way, you were in a world of peaceful slumber, and chuuya couldn't wrap his head around how lucky he got.

chuuya nakahara, who buys you flowers every week. he can't always pronounce or even remember their names, and it sometimes irks him how easily they wither in the wrong conditions, and how they always seem to attract an annoying buzzing pest that acted like it owned the place. but chuuya loved the way your face would light up whenever he hands you a bouquet of delicate, brightly coloured petals. he adores the way your cheeks bloom with roses, the way your eyes glow like lillies swaying in the wind. so he always stops by the florist every friday on his way home from work. the owners are a nice, old elderly couple, the husband a lively old man who knows the trick behind charm. the wife was a sweet, gentle loving old woman who would sometimes treat chuuya to freshly baked muffin or cup of brewed tea. he saw the two of you in them, as if it ere some kind of time machine. they made growing old not seem terrible.

chuuya nakahara, who takes you out to fancy dinners once a month. he doesn't let you spend a dime, just wanting to flash around his fancy black card to the waiter to let him know how much he spoiled you. and afterwards he'd take the long way with you back to his motorcycle, arm wrapped protectively around your waist. he thinks you look beautiful in the moons gaze, happy with his coat around your shoulders. he both laves and hates the stares and attention you get from bystanders- he hates their glaring eyes and the thoughts that run through their heads- but he loves spite of jealousy that flickers through them when they see that your his.

speaking of his motorcycle.... chuuya nakahara, who loves to take you for joyrides late into the night. he knows you place all your trust in him, and he knows that he would never let not even a hair on your head suffer any harm. he loves the way your hands grasp around his abdomen, clutching his muscles through his shirt. he sometimes will place one hand over yours, assuring you that you're safe and that he's got you.

chuuya nakahara, who will never be sent away without a goodbye kiss from you. he takes off his hat, holding it behind your head as he presses his lips to yours with fervent need. his job requires him to be away from you, as much as it hurts your heart. he kisses you as if he needs to reseal your love on his skin, keeping it around him no matter how far you are. and he calls you every night, knowing that you can't sleep without his voice. little do you know, he needs this nightly phone call just as much- if not more- than you do. he chuckles to himself as you ask him about your favorite hoodie, unaware of the way chuuya presses it to his face because it smells like you. he's desperate for that, desperate for you when you're away.

chuuya nakahara, who wants nothing more than to grow old with you. to see you asleep, waiting for him to join you just like every night to buy you the same flowers every friday and place them in the palm of your wrinkled hands, his own face painted with age lighting up with joy at the sight of yours. to retire with you, living a comfortable life with you at his side. to laugh at your cute yet angry face as you scold him for still wanting to drive a motorbike at his age. to kiss you, kiss you like he just met you, kiss you like he's loved you for 20 years- because he has and will. chuuya nakahara wants to love you forever, or for as long as you'll have him.

[cherrycola-angel]

[lyuhsk]

[the-sweetest-g1rl-in-town]

[roseforviolet]

Your head in your hands as you color me blue ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

[lphoenixspiritl]

Aang Convinces Zuko to let him be his Flower Girl

It took Aang weeks of consistent pestering - and maaaaybe a threat or two from Toph - but Zuko finally relented.

With only a week to spare and the season waning Aang begged, borrowed and stole - ok Sokka and Toph did that last part - every fire lilly the Fire Nation had to spare. Calling in a favor, Iroh arrived from the Earth Kingdom with more moon blossoms than they could count.

"A thank you for saving Bosco." Iroh explained.

The day of Aang hurried, gliding from ledge, to roof top, to balcony checking that each barrel was secured and held enough water to keep everything fresh. And all to soon the moment arrived.

The crowd rose as Katara appeared and Zuko's heart begun to race, his palms turning clammy. All eyes were on her, but a familiar whistle carried on the breeze pulled his gaze up. A wide grey eyed smile found him on the rooftops above, Aang flashed him a quick thumbs up before stepping off the ledge glider in hand.

Wind wound around the guests racing down the aisle it fanned Katara's long locks behind her. With a smile and yell she quickly waved at the gliding shadow passing above. It must have been some kind of signal because the lines of barrels suddenly erupted in streams of sparkling red and white, showering the throng of guests.

Before him the cheers of the crowd were deafening as they vied for a glimpse of the Avatar above. But he could only see her. Katara, taking advantage of the commotion, made her way to the alter.

Zuko met his bride under the fine rain of petals, taking her hand in his, "What's going on?"

"Your flowrer girl." Katara laughed, "He knew you'd be nervous and that you hate being the center of attention. He said the fuss would give you 'breathing room' "

Knowing his friend was right Zuko scowled, a chuckle slipped past Katara's lips and she kissed his cheek, "Come on hotman, let's get married." pulling him towards an amused Pakku and a beaming Iroh.

The crowd eventually calmed and the ceremony started, but off to Hakoda's right Suki nudged her fiance, "Does Aang know he's doing this for our wedding too?" she asked quietly.

Sokka grinned, "Not yet, but he will."

[heartfullofleeches]

Calling Spencer flower nicknames

Example: sappy sunflower, darling daffodil, prettiest poppy, lovely lilly, perfect petunia

Spencer drapes his jacket over your shoulders - placing small kisses against your hairline as he buttons to keep it from falling off you. "You warm enough, Bee? Getting pretty chilly out and I'd hate for you to freeze."

"I'm good! Thanks for always looking out for me, Poppy- but I really wish you worry about yourself more often."

Spencer's hands drop from your shoulders. It takes him a minute to put two and two together. His hands quickly find their way to his face, failing to cover up the crease in his left cheek from the dimple only the one produced whenever he smiled as he hides behind his palms. "Babe... Don't call me that in public."

"Hm? I guess you're right - you're more like a rose.... Or a sunflower because of how you brighten my day!"

Spencer turns his head away from you - playing his Shakey laugh off as a bad cough. "Stop...."

"Why? Do you really not like it? How come you can give me a cute nickname, and I can't do the same."

"It's different!.... Whenever you say it just makes me want to kiss you non-stop and never let you go. You're just too fucking cute sometimes it feels like you're trying to kill me being as sweet as you are.. I can't take it-"

"Well you're just gonna have to learn to deal with it because you're stuck with me..."

Spencer sports a cheesy grin as he warms back up to your side"....That I am - not one complaint about it."

".....Daisy.*

He gently presses his forehead against yours. "Hush."