#also i don't know what flower this is. i jus made it up

[didderd]

Hello, hi, would Marsh like a flower? I like giving them out. *Holding a flower to show*

Marsh: Uh... t-thanks..

[writersdrug]

Simon "Ghost" Riley is the kind of man who:

In your shared home, always sits with his legs spread. Manspreading king. Adores it when you cross your arms and give him a disapproving look, saying there's no room for you. "Course there is, luv. Jus' sit between my thighs."

Refuses to let you do simple tasks around the house, like making tea, folding his underwear, or putting away the dishes. One might think it's a sweet, husbandly gesture - but he's just super picky. You made tea in the microwave once, and now you're banned from ever touching his tea stash. Likes his underwear folded in a specific way, and you don't understand the importance of it. He got tired of you stuffing his underwear in his drawer, so now he folds it himself. And the dishes? Couldn't stand how you put them away. "There's no rhyme or reason to 'em." "I didn't think there had to be, Si-" "Just gimme the damn bowl." Fewer chores? You aren't complaining.

Looks like he's always on edge - and he is, kinda. When he's out with you, he can't help but be alert and watchful, and extremely protective of you. You've tried to get him to loosen up - it's the supermarket, what could happen? - but have just come to accept it as his nature. Plus, you get that giddy feeling when you see other men look straight down at the floor, avoiding Simon's stare as the two of you pass.

Is the grumpiest, poutiest, and most indignant man ever when he gets sick. Doesn't want you doting on him in case you catch whatever he has. But, wait - where are you going? "Get your ass back in this bed - 'm cold." Grumbles like a child when you force him to let you get up to grab him soup, tea, or medicine. And no, he doesn't care how sick he is, he's not wearing that stupid, floppy ice pack hat.

Brings Johnny over unannounced, and you've grown used to it. The moment you hear that Scottish yapping out the front door as the key unlocks, you grab a third plate for dinner - he insists you don't need to feed him, but you always make extra for Simon's lunch the next day regardless, and the last time he'd said that, he ended up grabbing an extra fork and picking from Simon's plate. Which, of course, had Simon up at 1 am making instant ramen because he was still hungry, but didn't have the heart to ask you to make him a decent meal. So, yes, Johnny would be fed.

Loves spoiling you on your birthday. What is a man if not someone who spoils his partner rotten? Orders in food from your favorite bakery, sets all your presents neat and nice on the table (the excellent wrapping job done by yours truly, Gaz), flower petals sprinkled on the ground and the table top (also Gaz's idea), and a seat on his lap so for you while you open your presents. Loves watching your face light up, and each little "you remembered?!" fall from your lips as you open each gift. Scoffs and shifts in his seat. "I's not that much of a fuss, luv..." as you squeal excitedly, but you know he's biting back a proud smile. The blush, he can't even attempt to hide.

Is somehow a magnet for your young nephews. Every time he comes along to your sister's place, he's either making conversation with her husband in the living room, or he's interrogated and cornered by her two sons. And, lord help him, he doesn't understand it either. He'd always expected kids to look at him like a monster, but, especially with these two, that was never the case. They'd ask him for stories about "being in war" - half of the time, he'd make up some not-too-gory adventure, sparing them the details of real war. The rest of the time, he'd talk about "Soap, my mate who blows everything up." And they'd listen with wide eyes and jaws on the floor.

Has scared you unintentionally, more than too many times. He'd come home at three in the morning from a mission, and all he wanted was to quietly peel his dirty uniform off and slip into bed with you. His main intention was to avoid waking you up, because you'd force him to shower before joining you in bed - and he was too tired for that. However, you'd been rounding the corner, up for your 3 am glass of water - you screamed as you saw the hulking, dark figure by the front door, launching your phone at him. He'd caught it effortlessly and shoved it into his back pocket. "What've I told ya 'bout using the bat?" "I was just getting water!" "I coulda been anyone." "Well you're not." "Missed ya, luvie." "Missed you too- but you're grimy. Go take a-" "No." He grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder, ignoring your protests as he hauled you back to bed.

[trentlife]

☆christmas morning

summary: in which the reader is waking up on christmas morning with her boyfriend jude

warnings: fluff

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you where woken up to a shining light hovering around the room, with also the faint sunlight creeping through the blinds. you rolled over with your eyes half closed still to see your boyfriend. jude. lying awake on his phone scrolling through his socials. you where still to tired to be fully waken up yet so you softly turned back over until you heard the brummie accent.

"merry christmas babe" he spoke. which you then smiled at which he couldn't see.

you then rolled back over to see his pretty face and wished him a happy christmas, "merry christmas baby" a smile on your face appeared.

his arm curled around your shoulders as he bought you closer to him to feel his touch. you placed your hand on his bear chest and drew patterns.

"our first christmas together jude oh my god!" a thought came to your head which you obviously had to share with him.

"ah it is yeh! if im being totally honest with you y/n, it actually feels like this is about our fifth christmas together, and ive never really had that feeling in my past relationships." you looked up at him and smiled and scrunched your nose.

"im so lucky i have you, i probably don't tell you this as much as i should, i love you jude. so so much." you preached.

"come here" jude pulled you up and placed you on top of him and cuddled into one another.

"i love you more, forever." he replied to you, leaning in and pressing both of your lips together.

his lips where like pillows. you loved his kisses and cuddles, you felt so comfortable in his arms always, and hoped you could experience this forever with him.

"shall we go and open our presents then?" jude asked and you both laughed.

"sounds like a plan!" you giggled and removed yourself off your boyfriend and got up out of bed and placed your hand in his while you both made your way down the staircase of his home.

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"jude are you kidding me? this is to much!" you where in shock as you stepped into the living area and seen all of the gift bags from the different shops and a huge bouquet of flowers.

"it's not to much, not for you anyway." his words made you blush and you went over to him and gave him a kiss.

"open this one first, it's a special one." he handed over to you a cartier bag, and your face was in shock as soon as you started opening the gift. "ju- what the hell! who's the other one for?" you asked seeing two silver diamond bracelets.

"ones for me, ones for you, i thought they could almost be like promise bracelets for the both of us, you know for our relationship." he told you.

"aww i love it so so much, my dream bracelet to!" you pouted your lips at him and he bent down to connect your lips.

you both spent another half an hour ish opening the gifts you got for each other. you got up off the floor and made your way over to you boyfriend and sat on his knee.

"thank you for all my gifts, i love them so much." you told him.

"anything for you, and thank you for all of mine you didn't have to do it." he replied.

you smiled at him and wrapped your arms around his neck while his around your waist as he pressed kisses into your neck.

"now let's go get ready before all you family are here!" you stood up.

"oh my, i know right." jude spoke, as you both made your way upstairs to get ready for the rest of the day.

[toast-writes]

Struck By Cupid's Arrow (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

Description: It's Valentine's Day (or close to it, at least), and you're trying to come up with the perfect gift for Daryl. Gender isn't specified, no use of (Y/N). [Also I wrote this in February, and haven't wrote in awhile. I apologize if this is kinda bleh, but I figured it was decent enough to post here lololol]

Words: 1,280

Warnings: nothing but sappy good times

You sat at the small, cluttered desk in your bedroom, peering out the window as you watch the trees sway with the bitingly cold wind; the branches and ground below were covered in a blanket of snow.  You thought maybe if you watched nature do its thing, you'd find that groundbreaking inspiration for the project you were working on, because Valentine's Day was rearing it's soft, rosey face right around the corner, and you had no clue what to give your boyfriend.

Balls of paper were crumpled at your feet, each one containing a sappy poem scribbled inside. Your hand lay still on the paper with a pen gently nestled between your index and thumb. 

"Why is this so hard?! I jus- aw, biscuits!" The pen had left an inky puddle onto the paper. You sigh, wadding it up and tossing it behind with the others. Everything had to be perfect. This was your first Valentine's Day as a real couple, and you'd be damned if things weren't gonna go as planned.

"You know what," you speak to yourself, pulling out a pair of scissors and red construction paper, "I'll just make a card." You always thought you were at least halfway decent with the whole "arts-and-crafts" thing, so why not put your skills to the test and just craft something together.

After a another few failed attempts, you look at the little arrow-pierced heart with a slight sense of pride. It looked (almost) like a card you'd find at the store! The hard part is coming up with something on the inside.

You chew absentmindedly on the end of your pen as you ponder over good one-liners, then it hit you. A smile stretches across your face as the ink flows gracefully against the paper. 

       'Cupid, you've struck me with your arrow ♡' '

It was cheesey, sure, but the sentiment and meaning was still there.

Your heart gives a giddy leap as you think about giving it to Daryl. Even before, this time of year always brought joy to you. You loved nothing more than to, well, love. Whether it was family or friends, but this time? You had someone to call yours, someone to share a romantic love with, and that brought even more happiness to you. 

The plan was for Daryl to stop by in the evening, and the two of you would exchange gifts then. You had annoyed Daryl about it all week. 

"Hey, don't forget we've got Valentine's plans in a few days!"

"How could I forget when ya've been talkin' my ear off about it every damn near day." 

Right on schedule, there was a gentle rapping at the door, and you practically flung your self down the stairs with your hand-made gift behind your back. You opened the door with an excited, "Hi!!" and invited the man in, giving him a quick peck to the lips.

Candles dimly lit the living room, their sweet, alluring aroma filled the air. You really did put in some thought to this, wanting every second to be magical. Daryl was not one to "celebrate" this kind of holiday, unlike you. He never really saw himself as romantic, or loving for that matter. He didn't understand the whole concept of a day revolving around chocolates and flowers, or couples being ext-

"Do you want a glass of wine?" 

That piqued his interest. He follows you over to the couch as you tried your best to keep the card hidden from sight before "discreetly" setting it on the end table under a book, and take a seat.

The cork releases from the bottle with a loud 'pop!' and you fill both glasses about halfway.

"I would've made a spaghetti dinner to go along, but I don't have spaghetti." You tell him, a small frown etched on your face.

"S'alright," he replies, reaching for the wine and taking a gulp, "you've done plenty." His words were sincere and you could just melt with the love you felt for him. 

"Mm-" he let out a noise of acknowledgement with another mouth full, "almos' forgot." He pulls out a silvery chain and gestures for you to turn around.

"I thought you said you weren't gonna forget," You taunted, a playful smirk playing at your lips.

"Shut up an' close yer eyes." 

The cool metal nips at your neck, contradicting the warmth of Daryl's fingers. That familiar fluttery feeling worms its way into your chest again as you grow more and more eager to see what laid so delicately at your chest.

Daryl grunts, signaling you to open your eyes, and you let out a happy little gasp. The most beautiful, dainty moonstone necklace wrapped with wire in the shape of the tree of life sat so sweetly against your skin, glimmering in the candle light. 

"Found it in one o'them gift shops up the way. Reminded me of ya." 

You turn back to the archer, engulfing him in a hug. He tenses a bit at your touch, but just as quick melts into your arms, hugging you back.

"This is so sweet of you! And all I did was make you a-"

You pull away, a wave of embarrassment coating your cheeks with a warm kiss.

"What'd'ja make me?" He pushes, curiosity lacing his voice. 

'Oh, god. He's not gonna like my gift. He got me a gem and I made a dinky little card.'

"Um," you start, averting your gaze, "I don't wanna exchange gifts anymore."

You go to stand up, but quickly get pulled back down by your wrist.

"Ya did not talk m' damn ear off abou' this holiday fer days jus' to chicken out at th' las' second."

The two of you stare into each other's eyes at a stalemate.

"I ain't leavin' without no gift." He finalized, leaning back into the couch with his foot resting over his knee.

'Crap.'

You reach behind you, carefully holding your little card in both hands and shyly hand it to him, "don't laugh."

His brow creases as he takes the gift into his hold, looking over every detail and snip you made before opening it. 

You palms grow clammy as you watch his eyes flick over the words inside, and his mouth noticeably twitches.

'Fuck, he's gonna laugh at me he thinks it's stupid.'

"I love this." He admitted, a gentle half-smile danced on his face.

'Oh?' 

"You, uh- you do?" 

He nods, "yeah." His chest swarms with tender love as he reads over it one more time. Not many people have done what you did to express their love or appreciation for him. The fact it was all hand-made, and the time it must've taken to set everything up helped him come to the realization that he is loved. 

Daryl may still not totally get the hype for this holiday, but after everything you do for him, he does understand what it's like to be struck by cupid's arrow.

[gardengarlic]

I made a Hanahaki/flower language post for Yin Yu week and was excited to make one for Feng Xin week too so here it is! (Under the cut)

I picked a lot of flowers that have meanings associated with strength and loyalty. And I couldn't help but laugh at any that had a sexual meaning thanks to Ju Yang. Because he is a god any that mean longevity, success, and glory also fit. Rivalry or Cruelty meanings could be used for FengQing. And any that mean painful recollections or grief are for FengLian. Although you can take these and do whatever you'd like with them! Somehow I ended up with more of a salad than a bouquet for Feng Xin and I think that's so funny.

I hope this post sparks inspiration for someone!

Disclaimer: Most flower meanings are western although when I could I included Chinese meanings.

Chinese Chives: Courage, strength. Chinese: prosperity, renewal, attracts good qi in feng shui

Geranium: fertility, friendship, protection, stupidity

Gladiolus: Flowers of the gladiators, give me a break, I'm sincere, ready armed, strength, strength of character, you pierce my heart

Sunflowers: ambitious, loyalty, power, strength, vitality. Chinese: longevity, good fortune, vitality, happiness, adoration, and loyalty.

Garden Cress: always reliable, power, stability, courage, and daring.

Crab cactus: dependability, loyalty. Chinese cactus general meaning: protection, luck, and prosperity

Cilantro: peace between those of us who don't get along. Chinese meanings: good luck, prosperity, fertility, and abundance.

Arugula: rivalry

Common fig: argument, desire, longevity

Malva/Mallow: consumed by love, cruelty between lovers. Chinese meanings: personal glory, protection, and safety.

Mugwort: declaration against you, happiness, hostility. Chinese: A common medicinal herb. Specifically cited as an ingredient to help with vomiting blood due to qi deviations.

Yarrow: Courage, heartache, love, war. Chinese: healing.

Adonis: Painful Recollections, recollections of life's pleasures, sad memories.

Cardamine: "paternal error." I have no idea what this is supposed to mean, but all I can think of is Cuo Cuo being a "paternal error."

Bonus! Imagine this: Feng Xin sees these (below) growing in the mortal realm after answering a prayer and wants to do something nice or maybe make up after a fight or something.

So he plucks some, brings them back and gives them to Mu Qing who immediately throws a fit because is Feng Xin mocking him? What other reason would Feng Xin bring him a bouquet of Common Broom Flowers? The only meaning of this flower? Sweep.

Anyway if anyone uses any of these ideas in art or fic please let me know!

[frog-the-author]

Short Chapter #2

You can just think of the short chapters as fillers if you want idc. Also I started school no so long ago(Aug 20th) and the up dates will be even more slow because it my last year in middle school and that means a lot of school work that I will be doing so I how I won't get far behind in my school work in the future if I don't then I will have some time to work on this fic. Hope you understand! Also some of the short chapters with be from the chapters that already out and some are not!

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"Wait you a father?" Lang Qianqiu asked Qi rong with a question tone. "Yes I am a father! I'm a very proud father! My cheep son is better than you!" He told him then lift his head high and proud smile on his face. "Okay then...and why is your son is getting taken by Ju wun?" He asked him while pointing at Ju wun taking Guzi while he is picking up flowers for his father because he thought he would like them.

"GUZI!" Qi rong yelled then went towards him. "Get your ugly ass hands away from my cheep son!" He told Ju wun and picking up Guzi in his arms while giving him a glare. "I don't what you're talking about." He told him and it was clear that he knows what his talking about. "I'm not trying to kidnap your son or take his soul promise." He was lying. He was definitely trying to kidnap and take his son soul. "You think I believe you?" Qi rong sounded unimpressed by what he is saying. "You are not taking my cheep son again!"

Lang Qianqiu watched Qi rong cures out Ju wun. He is just ignoring that fact that Qi rong is cursing him out and just focusing on his beautiful. I mean who wouldn't? He is a true beauty in his eyes. Just like the first time that met. He fell first and Qi rong fell harder but he will never admit that. Pei Ming just looked at him then at Qi rong and just sighed. "What am I going to do with this kid..." He said under his breath.

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Lmao! This was made to fix my boredom and lack of motivation. I will get chapter five done! It just that I sometimes forget that I have a chapter to complete and I keep telling yall I would get it done and it been 2 months...I'm sorry yall my memory is just not great at something's sometimes. But I hope you enjoy this short chapter for this fic!

[bylightofdawn]

So I don't know if I will emotionally, mentally or physically make i through episode 8 of Beyond Evil.

This episode has been a fucking EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER that has inflicted emotional damage on me.

Thoughts and spoiler cuts beneath the cut.

Oh my god everything with Kang Jin-muk makes my fucking skin crawl. The close up of him eating the noodles and the dutch angle just made it like 10,000 x more upsetting.

His smug smarmy and the taunting way he keeps trying to upset everyone and Dong-sik in particular. Just…OH MY GOD. Someone kill this man. He needs to die.

They fucking BROKE ME at the crematorium scene. Everything with that. Dong-sik needs a hug desperately. Someone give this man a hug and tell him it's going to be okay. Him torturing himself and imagining how he failed Kang Min-jeoeng in her final moments. The fucking shot of him standing on top of the place she was slowly suffocating to death right underneath him. The cinematography of that entire shot? Just mwah chef-kiss.

That is actual nightmare fuel personified there.

And then little Mr Sunshine Oh Ji-hoon just having a mental breakdown because he’s blaming himself for being there and not knowing she was in danger. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.

The emotional damage of this episode.

And then they go and give us unhinged Dong-sik just grinning like an absolute feral madman when he taunts Kang Jin-muk into strangling him? So help me if fanficcers aren’t writing some absolutely FILTHY Dong-sik getting off to breathplay smut I WILL BE SO DISAPPOINTED IN YOU.

I also love that Han Ju-won just fucking shut down because he oops caught feelings and can’t handle the fact he was willing to murder a man for daring to touch his little Meow Meow. This man is so emotionally constipated he can’t even.

My mans really needed to take an emotional sabbatical because he caught the fee-fees.

And then this fucking show has the AUDACITY to hand us the fertile AU of rent-boy Ju-won and Donk-sik being his client with Dong-sik AS ALWAYS flirting like crazy with him and asking him what kind of flower boy he would be.

HOW DARE YOU. I also love the entire restaurant scene and Han Ju-won trying to be the edgelord that he is who hates icky things like feelings and friendships. Whilst he is TURNING HIMSELF INSIDE OUT EMOTIONALLY for a dead hooker he used as bait just because he doesn’t want her to lay in a ice box for months on end unloved and unclaimed.

And our king Dong-sik just calling him out on his bullshit as always.

Also? I hate to tell you this boo but YOU are the clingy one in that relationship. You and your mancrush obsessing over Dong-sik which was so strong you moved to a whole new city just to try and ‘catch’ him. Uh huh. You keep telling yourself that, boyo.

And Jeong-je and his awful mother. Please tell me this poor damaged manchild is not still living at home because that sadly would explain a lot about his Peter Pan syndrome and why an adult man is wearing a hideous hair cut like his. Pfffffft He is a poster child for arrested development. And is so emotionally fragile but my mans has a lot of rage in him and I'll be interested to see where his story heads.

But then it has to end with them finding Jae-i’s mother and just…fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck all over again.

I am exhausted after every episode of this show. And cannot binge it all at once because it makes me feel too many things

[breeze-of-sunlight]

Hey there Ju !

It's 🎅 anon again !

It's been quite a long time, but I wanted to give you an update as to how the gift is going.

First, I'll answer to the non-fic relates stuff ! Yeah I'm a French as a Foreign Language teacher (from France). I have taught a little in France and more in New Zealand, but I'm mostly interested in Asia for now, mainly China, so we'll see how it goes. Moving abroad is exhausting, but it's the second or third time by now I do that, and you definitely get used to it even if it's not easy :D

Now that I think about it, Under the Queen's Umbrella is probably that favourite drama, right next to Extraordinary Attorney Woo and Flower of Evil. The actress who plays the Queen really carries the show, and yet, the other actors are also very talented. She was a breath of fresh air amongst other Queen characters 💛

I have only heard of my Santee once, so we'll see how it goes I guess :D But I'm glad I was able to talk to you more, I'd love to stay in contact after my identity is revealed if you agree, I know nobody in the fandom and we get along great, what do you think ? :D

I needed quite a long time to get started on writing, and to think about how I wanted to organise the story. I wanted to ask you if you would agree with this system :

So basically, I told you the fic might be 4k to 5k, from what was I my head at the time. Then I started writing... it's already 3k and they haven't even met yet. There is a lot of worldbuilding and description that needed to be done on the OCs side, because her culture and customs are the basis of her journey.

So, in light of that, would you be okay to make it a three part mini-series, the first part of which would be your gift (which will be accompanied by at least two moodboards and notes, and probably a Spotify playlist), the two remaining parts would be posted hopefully not long after. It would allow me to make somewhat even parts (probably from 3.5k to 4.5k each). The good news is I also found a beta, to make sure the story is as good quality as can be :D

Rest assured, there will be a little bit of fantasy in the first part, even though it's mostly worldbuilding on the OCs side, Jongdae will still appear and trigger the whole plot.

I can tell you right now the title of the fic and the name of the chapters, even though it won't give you much insight into the plot.

Title : "Under The Moon, We Collide"

1. Collision

2. Connection

3. Balance

I would have made the whole thing in only one part if I had had more time, with ADHD it's not easy focusing and I'm constantly scared my hyperfixation on that story is going to disappear 🥹

Also, since you're German-speaking, I'm guessing you must be either from German Switzerland, Germany or Austria. I have a question regarding that : is it true that the letter J is most often pronounced Y ? Like, if your name is Julia (I don't know, I'm just making assumptions, it's the first name in J that came to my mind), would it be pronounced Yulia ? That would help me for the OC's name (which is not Julia don't worry 🤣).

Sorry again for the wait, I'll patiently await your answer, and I'm excited to hear your theories, if you have any :D

Sincerely,

🎅 Anon.

Hey Santa!

Long time no read! It's good to have you in my ask box again ^^

Teaching from New Zealand sounds so cool, damn! I'm crossing my fingers for you to get a job offer somewhere you'll like ^^ Ngl, leaving your entire social circle in another country would be so scary for me 0-0

Thanks again for the kdrama recs! I haven't had any time to watch them yet, sadly :C (yk, since it was spooky season and that called for a spooky season marathon, hehe)

Yeah, I'd love to stay in contact! :) Though I'll warn you right now: I'm not a good texter. Sometimes I get very overwhelmed by texting and end up not answering back for a while. This isn't any evil intent or a sign that I don't like you, it's just a me-problem ^^' But if that is okay with you, then as I said: I'd love to!!

Okay, about the gift:

The absolute scream I let out internally when you wrote that you already have 3k down! T^T Meanwhile I'm sitting here trying to wrestle the plot lineout for my present into actually conveying the emotions I want it to-

But that's beside point. Yes, I'm absolutely fine with you splitting the story into multiple parts! I know the feeling of burning out over a creative project a little too well. It sucks and I don't want you to risk catching that over having to finish all of the story in this set timeframe.

I also I can't believe how organized you are about this - a playlist, a beta?? That's so cool???

As for any theories: knowing how Chen can get, I'd guess there's a good bit of mischief going on here! Especially with the first chapter being called "Collision" I guess the inital contact between the OC and Chen won't go over too well :D

I'm also guessing that the background magic might be related to the moon or the night in a way? Or that the plot of the initial chapter plays out during the night? I'm not sure, hhhmmm  (ˉ▽ˉ；)

And yes, you guessed correctly! I'm from Germany :)

About our J's: it's complicated. While yes, most of them are pronounced softly, we also have a few instances of pronouncing them harsher. The word "just" is actually a good example for it. In English it's pronounced [ʤʌst] (so a "dsch" sound) while in German it's pronounced [jʊst] (with a softer sound / a "y" sound). Has the same meaning, just gets pronounced quite differently. And that is the way for most of our J's, as you've said.

Names are, however, where it gets tricky. Because for some reason, most names starting with a J have the [ʤ] sound. And I can't really explain why. So yes, Julia would be [ˈjuːli̯a] with the Y, but Julie (my actual name, haha) is more of a [ˈd͡ʒuːliː] with the Dsch. And I think most names starting with a J are falling into the Dsch area, actually...

Sorry if that got convoluted, but I hope this helped at least somehow?

Have a pleasant day/night!! ^^

[ducknotinarow]

[07 Rasey]

Casey hummed as he walked into his and Raph's home, hand behind back as he grinned. Someone was clearly in a good and romantic mood as he made his way straight to Raphael. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Raph's forehead, a word yet to be said. But when Casey does move back, he shows what he's been hiding - a large bouquet of roses. It had been a while since he got any for Raph,

"Aint no reason for 'em, outside of the fact I love yer."

| Muse interaction

There were times where Raphael was the only one in the apartment. If he didn't plan to leave before the sun rose into the sky. Catching how deep dark blue slowly became all shades of colors like red, before setting in a light blur. Raphael always saw Casey when he looked into the ocean but he had to admit he also saw them in that night sky slowly turn into the day. Which could often be what kept him laying bed beside them instead of taking off so he could have a touch more freedom.

But it was hard the bed was always so nice and warm thanks to Casey being a near literal space heater for Raphael to snuggle in close to. Feeling the weight if their muscles lazily throw over him. Watching how drak blue locks with hints of Grey. Slowly peaking past the dark color. And touches of red. Casey's soft, warm breath breezed over the top of Raphael's head. Since he had a habit of tucking in against his husband. Stealing every ounce of warmth they had to offer. The soft rhythmic beat of their hearts. Pouring through his chest. Raphael’s ears trained towards the sound just bearly able to feel the vibrations of it working and doing its job.

It was extremely easy to just decide to stay in bed instead.

Meant he could have breakfast with Casey and Summer and see the two of them off as Casey left to take thier trouble maker to school. Meaning Raph got to take in every kiss Casey had to offer. Or give his own instead. Anywhere he could thier chin in the morning when they woke up, their cheek when it was near by, of course thier lips before they rolled out of bed or went to peel out of the apartment.

Sure, it meant being stuck alone. Sometimes, he takes the risk and still sneaks away. Day time could just be trickery. It's not impossible, just tricky. Maybe Raphael was getting old himself cause sometimes he just opted to stay at the apartment. Passing the day by dozing or watching TV at best. As he was now, nothing good was on so he let the infomercials play idly listening on to them talk about pots and pans that don't stick so food won't burn. Raph pretty positive thise are Jones proof. Or Raphael proof either but he rather throw Casey under the bus over himself when it came to bad cooking habits.

Only made aware he's no longer alone when he feels a familiar and welcomed buzzing warmth against his head. Eye opened and head tilted back to look at Casey. Smiling a little against his will when he sees those ocean blues shining. It's a good look to those eyes.

"Aw what miss't me 'hat much?" He slightly teases moving to sit as he sees Casey's hiding something behind his back. "Hm what's 'hat?" Swearing, he saw a glimpse of red and plastic. He has a hunch but isn't positive till Casey finally shows him the bouquet of roses. A slight tinge of red marching the shade touched his gave as he sat up suddenly, strighting out as Casey held them out for him. "Uh what are those for?" Oh good he can remember words.

"Aint no reason for 'em, outside of the fact I love yer."

Oh.

That brought him back. As he went and took the flowers from Casey. More open about taking in the scent of the flowers. Even letting himself feel over how soft the rose petals were.

"Ya know? I neva wanted ya to stop givin' me roses Case?" Raphael mentions looking at them "I jus' known they cost lot for one an' ya were always gettin' 'em for me. It was cute. But jus' " Raph's face darkens a little talk about being stupid seeing how they were married with a kid even these days. "I felt a tad embrassed by how much ya kept doing it." He admits.

The turtle avoided Casey's gaze at the moment as he simply looked the flowers over. Wondering if they would last longer compared to before since he wouldn't be hiding them away in his room. "Jus' I mean I neva dated anyone else before afta all. So wasn' ya know use to the whole thing at all. Jus' ya wantin' ta give me flowers jus' cause." This sounded stupid why did he open his beak at all?

"Jus' neva got flowers before ya know? I still got one from the first set you ever got me ya know?" And now he's blushing more really looking at the flowers to avoid Casey's expression or reaction. "Cause...ya got me them. They were my first. So found out how to press it in a book an' all." Raph decided to move to stand up now it was better then sitting there feeling like he could die from what he was admitting. "Kinda why I got one for you once. Jus' wanted to ya know give the gesture back?" He idly mentions. Making things worse for himself.

"Flowers take wata "ight? Gonna put 'em in water." Not like they had a vase but either way it got Raph away from embrassing himself to death for getting flustered over this whole deal now.

[leighsartworks216]

My Handsome Guy

Trans!Yancy x transmasc!reader

Another period fic??? In this economy????? Yes.

Also, this is not the one with a subtle dr who reference so don't strain yourself by looking for something that doesn't exist <3

Warnings: dysphoria (not explicit), Yancy being a lovable himbo, period stuff, uhhh Yancy calls you "doll" but in a gender neutral way

Word Count: 764

Masterlist

Yancy stared at the wall of feminine products before him. It's been years since the jailbird, now on parole, had ever had to look at, let alone think about, period stuff.

An older lady down the aisle gave him a strange look. He gave her a rough glare, crossed his arms, and leaned in closer to read the labels.

What was it you said to grab again? It was a specific brand, he knew that… Sheesh, these were expensive. Was it pads or panty liners you wanted? Or, maybe tampons? The colorful boxes, covered with flowers and “girly” things, made him nauseous. Boys got periods too, ya know?

Oh, right!

Yancy reached into his pocket and pulled out a little rectangular device. He wasn't really used to it yet, but he knew how to get to messages, at least. You sent him a picture of what you wanted, right?

The empty package in the photo matched up perfectly with a full box on the shelf. He grabbed it, puffing his chest out and smiling perhaps a little too big at the achievement, and threw it into his shopping cart.

What next? Well, candy was always a good idea for periods. He picked out a few bags from the candy aisle, making sure to grab your favorites. And then, uhhh, oh! Ice cream! He grabbed a couple containers of those, too.

Satisfied with his selection of goods, he made his way to the self-checkout. You showed him how this worked, thinking (correctly) that he may prefer it over dealing with a cashier. He scanned everything, put it in a paper bag, and paid.

He felt bad when he saw the total. He hadn't been able to land a job, since not many places wanted to hire a former inmate that killed his parents. He reminded himself to find a way to pay you back, and left the store with his bag of goodies.

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“Doll? Where’s youse at?”

“In here, Yance!”

He followed the call to the bathroom door. He winced, remembering his tween days of being holed up in the bathroom, crumpled over the toilet, feeling like everything was wrong with him. Thank god for period blocking shots.

“I got youse product.” He cracked the door open slightly, dug through the paper bag, and set the box of necessities on the counter before shutting the door again. He could hear you already tearing it open. “I also got youse some sweets and treats,” he said, his crooked smile coming through his voice. “I’ll be in the kitchen, jus’ take all da time you need, doll.”

“Thanks, Yance.” He didn’t need to see you to know you were smiling, relieved to have someone supporting you like this. A bit of pride swelled in his chest knowing he was the one supporting you, making you feel better.

When you came out, Yancy was standing in the kitchen, looking like a child who just made a macaroni necklace for their parent. On the counter in front of him were bags of candy, all laid out in a nice row. They were even separated between chocolate and fruit flavors. And when he nodded toward the living room, you could see that he set up the couch with tons of soft pillows and blankets, and turned the TV over to your favorite show.

“Yancy!” you awed. Your eyes were filled with love (and maybe a few tears) as you turned to look back at him. “You did all of this for me?”

“Of course I did!” He rounded the counter and wrapped you up in his arms, giving you a warm squeeze before he pulled back to see your face. “Anythin’ to make my handsome guy feel better.” He smiled as he saw the gender euphoria light up your face.

Yancy was trans, and while it wasn’t really a well known fact (even amongst his prison family), he knew what it was like to be in your shoes. He understood just how shitty a period could be after a long time of “passing” and feeling good about yourself. He was happy he could be here to help with the dysphoria a period brought with it.

“Oh, and I got ice cream!” He let you go and rounded the counter again. He opened the freezer and presented the two containers of chilled dessert inside like it was a magic trick. You half expected him to say, ‘Ta da!’ “I gots, uhh, rocky road for me, and I got youse’s favorite, too. So, what’d’ya say to some’a dis and some cuddles, doll?”

[gucciwins]

so I know that bel and harry are SO busy with their careers right now, and bel just saw harry for his birthday … but are they spending Valentine’s Day together????🥺🥺🥺🥺

happy valentine's darling 💛🥺🥺🥺 this ask is all i could think about. sadly they won't spend it together. bel has just started filming for a new film, she went to australia a few days after harry's birthday to begin filming. she will be there for a few weeks/months. and harry the romantic, is filming a music video for the new album and finalizing lots of items. it's a sweet holiday, one where you get to shower someone you love with even more love. i do think they do something special for each other so let me indulge you for a bit.

Bel was happy to be on set. She loved working with new directors and getting to know the cast. Most importantly, she loved getting to be a new character. Having been in London almost ten days ago it was time for her to do her job for the next few weeks.

Meaning she was going to miss the cheesiest holiday that all couples enjoy spending together. Harry was disappointed that both their schedules couldn't work to fit this day, where he just wanted to shower her in love. There were lots of days planned out to be together but there that bitter feeling of not getting to spend it with him.

It also didn't help that the time difference was a whole whopping eleven hours. While Bel finished a work day, Harry was just starting his day. They sent updates all day or even videos and pictures, and it gave them something to look forward to each day.

Bel started her Valentine's Day with coffee and a bagel at a cafe right next to her apartment for the next few months. It was a warm and welcoming environment that she had begun frequenting it almost daily.

Today was different, less people in the shop but lots more heart shaped treats offered. They made her so happy she made a larger order to be delivered to set later.

As she arrived to her trailer, everyone was chatting and her assistant Emerson who was happy to be back working was telling her that her schedule set on her vanity as well her wardrobe for the day.

Emerson told her that there was a delivery for her. Like there had been everyday since she began filming, Naomi was consistent in sending postcards somehow making them arrive one after another. Bel knew better than to question her. To her surprise this morning that is not what is waiting for her.

There are four different bouquets of colored tulips sitting there, a note sitting a top of the purple one's in his sloppy writing. Then a large box of macaroons from Carette in Paris, her favorite. She had mentioned it once in passing, and he listened.

She's quick to take a photo before picking up a pink macaroon and enjoying the sweetness.

Bel pulls up his contact and presses call knowing he must be getting ready for bed. He picks up on the first ring.

"Hi, my love." Harry greets.

"You're perfect, mi amor."

"You liked the gifts."

"I do. I really do." She admires the flowers for another second. "I'd smother you in kisses if you were here."

"Don't tempt me. I'll hop on a plane."

Her heart flutters at the thought of seeing him, but she knows it won't be for a bit until he comes to visit her.

"Stop it." She sighs. "I love you. It was really sweet of you."

"Anything for you my love."

"Excited for you to get my gift," she confesses.

"You got me something?" He asked in surprise.

"Dork, of course."

"I'm sure it'll be perfect." He answers honestly, because if she picked it for him it surely had to be.

That's how she spends the next ten minutes, switching to face time to see him trying his best to stay awake soaking up every minute with her.

It's not until there's a knock on her dressing room door does he hang up, repeating I love you's until they both hang up longing to be together but counting down the days.

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Harry was a romantic at heart. He knew that and so did all his family. Each year he always sent his sister and mother flowers, just a little reminder that he was thinking of them and was grateful for them.

This year he added another person to the list, although he wanted to be with her, their schedules kept them apart. He greedily wished he could taken her away but she did come down for his birthday and even added a few extra days.

He knew that by now she must be back at her apartment resting or just wrapping up. Selfishly, he hopes she's home already so they can spend time talking for a bit before he gets on with his day.

It's after he's done with his morning medication does his doorbell ring. There is Bel's dear friend Luna someone she had reconnected with when she arrived back in London earlier last year. She's holding a bag and large floral bouquet with lots of pink flowers and a few yellow scattered around.

"A gift, from your girl." Luna offers with a large smile. She bids him a good day and leaves.

He sets the flowers down in the kitchen thankful it came with a vase. He was sure he didn't have one that would fit them all this well. The bag is white with red and pink hearts everywhere. He's quick to open it the tissue paper falling to the ground, the first thing he pulls out is a note. Harry sets it to the side before reaching and touching a soft material. He pulls it out and sees it a sweater. Well, a cardigan. It's soft to the touch and has colorful buttons, even pockets. There's a few wholes too large, but he thinks it's perfect.

Harry picks up the note excited to see what she said.

Roses are red

Violets are blue

I might not be there

But I still love you

Did that rhyme? I almost scrapped this, because I was thinking it over. Now how do you think this arrived, well I did it before I left. I'm sneaky. As for the cardigan well I started that as soon as we parted after New Years. So when you wear it you'll always think of me or have a bit of me with you.

Cheesy I know. Te amo mi vida.

Love, Bel.

Harry laughs wiping his tears away when his phone rings. His darling, is calling.

"Did you stay up for me?" He asks forgoing a greeting.

Bel laughs, "'course, wanted to know what you thought."

He hears a yawn.

"Long day?"

She hums, "yeah, lots to do."

"Miss you."

She giggles, "me too, amor."

"It's perfect. You're perfect." He says referring to the gift.

"You really liked it?"

Harry giggles staring down at the knitted cardigan with rainbow buttons. It was a pastel yellow and it was so soft.

"I love it. Going to wear it everyday."

"Stop," she says bashfully.

"Nope, I'm serious. Already wearing it."

"Show me."

Harry turns on FaceTime and waits for her to connect. Once she does, it's like all the air is knocked out as she rubs her eyes trying to wipe the sleepiness she's feeling her hair is a mess and her shirt has yoghurt stain but she's beautiful. Always beautiful.

"H, you look so pretty." She gushes taking him in, he feels his face heat up.

"Thank you."

"Send me a photo, going to make you my lock screen."

Harry nods, letting her see his flushed face and large grin at her confession.

He knows he's going to love her for a long time. Maybe forever, he sure hopes it's forever.

They might not have spent this holiday together, but they managed to make each other feel special even when countries apart. This reassures him that they'd be fine. That they'd make it through anything.

[cloudywitchh]

The Dress- Sirius Black x fem!reader

A/N ok so im not gonna lie, i have a love hate relationship with writing... like i wanna do it but also highkey lazy as sh*t and dont know if my writing is good and so like am like is it worth it. also never know what to write about so if you want me to write something please request it bc ill try to write it. anywaysss, im gonna write something so yeah

Warnings: Nothing really. The tiniest bit of insceurity, but mostly just fluff but please tell me if I missed something

Word Count: 859

Sure, you had met Euphemia and Fleamont back in second year, before they became Sirius' parents, and before you and Sirius were an item. And so the idea of going to the Potter Manor with your boyfriend for the annual Christmas Eve ball, well, it terrified you.

what if they didn't think you were enough for their second son?

The sheer amount of panic letters you sent from the moment that tawny owl showed up with that crisp invitation.

-5 to Lily

-3 to Sirius

-1 to James

-2 to Remus

- and 9 to Marlene

Sirius wrote you saying to not worry. Of course, someone telling you to not worry, doesn't truly ever do anything.

You could think of one way to start your new relationship with the Potters off on the right foot. Look nice.

Simple enough right? wrong. EVERY. SINGLE. DRESS. just didn't feel right. So what did you do, you wrote Sirius.

Dear Y/N

Darling, please do not worry. Prongs and I are planning on heading into the town near the manor tomorrow for more prank supplies and a few final Christmas gifts. It'll be easy enough to find some distraction that'll keep Jamesy distracted. Meet me at the dress shop in the town at 1. I promise we will find you the most perfect dress.

So much love, Sirius.

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1pm sharp. There he was, calm, collected, leaning against the cool stone wall, just under the green sign.

Madam Margaritas Quality Dress Robes and Dresses

He looked to you. Your nerve-stricken eyes meet his. Glossed over with pure affection. Within seconds, you felt his warm embrace, nothing felt closer to magic in that moment than the 10 seconds when all your worries melted to the cobble ground, sprinkled with glistening white snow. Sirius took you by the hand, leading you into the warm shop.

He took 4 off the various racks and led you into the fitting room. Leaving you with the beautiful gowns, he went and sat on the lush royal blue couch.

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Dress 1

The dress was beautiful, it truly was. The red v neck top, scooping just to the point it was suggestive but not over sexually so. The skirt began just at the curve of your waist, flowing out into a tulle skirt. You stepped out for your boyfriend.

"Y/N, how do you feel? You look bloody amazing" Sirius gently asked.

"I like it, I do, I just don't think its for me. I jus' don't love the tulle." You saw his reaction, wide eyes, open mouth. Telling him you didn't love it scared you when he seemed to love it.

"Then don't choose it, Darling, you deserve the most perfect dress. If you don't love it, I don't love it"

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Dress 2

The next dress felt too springy. The dress was made of green lace, with a built-in corset bodice and a-line skirt. With the tiny pink flowers embroidered onto the dress, it made you feel like a garden princess. And let's be honest, that's not the best for a Christmas eve dress. Sirius agreed.

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Dress 3

A yellow chiffon dress. It was beautiful. You saw it on the hanger and it looked like the one. On the Hanger. But from the moment you slipped it onto your body, you knew it wasn't right. Your beautiful skin was poking out of the back of the dress, not a lot, but enough to remind you of that insecurity. Your rolls were a prominent enough feature in the dress you didn't even want to step out for your beautiful boyfriend.

"Y/N, are you going to show me?"

"y-yeah, uhh sure" you stuttered through the sentence, your insecurity taking the lead.

"Love, you don't have to, It's alright if not." you heard his voice closer to the curtain separating you from the fitting room.

"Uhm no yeah you can come in if you promise to not hate what you see" The boy came through the curtains and looked at you. he looked at you with so much love that you involuntarily shyed away from the look he gave you. He scanned you in the dress.

"I think you look wonderful but if you don't feel wonderful then we'll find one you do feel that way in." He kissed your shoulder and gave you the fourth dress. "This is my favorite." And with that he left the fitting room.

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Dress 4

A lavender silk dress. it fell to the perfect length. the back was open with a criss-cross in the back highlighting just the right things. it was a scoop neckline. It was perfect.

Sirius reaction just furthered your decision that this was it.

"Holy- Y/N you look wonderful. Is this the one?" he asked seemingly not able to take his eyes off of you. "Pardon my staring but really Love you look... wow"

"Mhm, I think this is it."

And it was. You had never felt so amazing in your own skin.

But maybe it wasn't the dress that made you feel like that, maybe, just maybe it was the precious, wonderful, and sweet man in front fo you.

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So I feel like this wasn't bad. I actually kinda like this soooo. Anyways, hope you enjoyed that.

[fangirlovestuff]

Seasons of Love - Chris Evans x reader

a/n - hey lovely people!! this idea would not leave my head and i really like it so here i am writing it:) the years in the fic are according to chris’ birth year (1981). also, this is more chris centeric, which i haven’t really done yet and i liked how it came out, i’d love to hear your thoguhts on that if you have any! enjoy<3

Summary: the story of chris and you, told through specific seasons of your life. a fluffy (and a bit angsty) coming of age story.  

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: like one bad word i think, a teeny bit of angst

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Summer, 1998. 

It was a special summer. Chris always knew he'd remember this summer forever. It was the first summer he fell in love.

"Summer is full of possibilities."

You and Chris just finished hiking a trail not too far from home, your water bottles nearly emptied due to the heat, your clothes slightly disheveled. Not too different than any other time you did that together.

The two of you were sitting down under a tree, watching the view, when you spoke that sentence.

"It is," Chris agreed. He turned his head to look at you and continued, "that's kinda awesome."

"Yeah," you said softly, still not looking at him, "but it's also scary as fuck." You chuckled dryly. "It's our last summer. What if we don't make the best of it?"

"It's not 'our last summer'," Chris chuckled, "it's just…"

"Our last summer," you completed with a grin once you saw he was struggling to find the words, finally turning to face him.

"Whatever," he laughed.

"What do you want to do this summer, Chris?"

He frowned slightly. "I'm serious," you continued, "what do you wanna do? Really."

"I don't… know. Same old, I guess?"

"See, that's why summer is so scary!" you turned your whole body to face him now. "It feels like in no time, our entire lives will be just 'same old'. And we'll have endless possibilities, but it will still be just same old! I refuse to admit I'm that boring," you huffed, "at least for now."

"So, what do you want to do this summer?" Chris asked with a smile, amused by your antics.

"Something remarkable. Something I can tell my children about and say, 'when I was your age, I did…' whatever it is we'll do, you know?"

"I guess," he shrugged.

"Okay, so what's something you've always wanted to do but never thought you could?"

He pretended to contemplate it for a second, and before he could open his mouth you cut in, "and don't say something like eat only candy for a week! Something real," you pointed two fingers towards your eyes and then to him, as if to indicate you're watching him.

"Okay, okay," he chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender, "something real."

A comfortable silence stretched over the two of you as you both thought about it. In truth, you both knew the answer. It was as clear as the summer sky stretching out above you. But in your still teenage minds, it seemed to be as heavy as the noon heat.

When your eyes met his, you laughed softly. "I feel like we were thinking about the same thing, which is kinda stupid honestly. I mean, why wouldn't we ju-"

He swiftly leaned in and planted his lips on yours, the kiss only lasting ever so long before the smiles you both sported got in the way. Your eyes were still closed when you spoke, but you could feel Chris' gaze on you when you started, "yep," you finally opened your eyes and smiled, "definitely thinking about the same thing."

That summer was made of so many forevers Chris truly thought it would never end. Moments that seemed to stretch on in the most beautiful of ways, as if the universe was giving you her blessing, giving you time.

You knew each other so well sometimes Chris thought you were more in his head than he was. And every time he looked into your eyes, every time you laughed, every time he kissed you, every night you spent watching the stars, every day you spent at the beach, or at home, or really wherever, he knew that fear of yours didn't come true.

You two did the most remarkable thing you could've – you've fallen in love.

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Autumn, 2000. 

Autumn in LA was different than it was back home.

At home, his mom would probably be stocking up on candy for Halloween, and his siblings would be playing around with their dog in the fallen leaves, and he'd be forced to take a jacket with him even if it wasn't even that cold outside because people cared about him.

Not that in LA they entirely didn't, but it wasn't the same. Mostly because you weren't there.  

You two talked a big game, sure, always making plans to meet soon. But with the both of you being so far apart, and being so busy pursuing your dreams, it never came true.

And when it finally did, after a while, it wasn't like it was that great either.

"I don't… I don't think we… this-" you fumbled over your words and sighed. "I don't want to hold you back."

"I know. I don't want to hold you back either," he sighed, rubbing your arm in a soothing manner.

You were laying on the couch, his arm around you, pulling you close, and really, it was a weird position to be having this conversation in, but at the same time, he kind of couldn't imagine it happening differently.

He understood what you were trying to say. He thought you were right. But that doesn't mean it didn't hurt to hear it.

"I just… I don't think long distance works that well with us," you continued, and then sighed again. "Ugh, this is terrible."

"it kinda is," he chuckled quietly, and you slapped his chest lightly in annoyance. "You know I understand, right?" he said, more serious this time.

"I know. You know I don't really want to do this, right?"

"I know. But I know why you are."

"Good," you said softly. "My flight leaves tomorrow at 8, so we probably won't see each other in the morning."

"Okay," he replied, simply wrapping his arm tighter around you.

He didn't know if he dreamt it, but the next morning, in the early hours before the sun rose, you came into his room and planted a soft kiss on his forehead.

"See you later," you softly whispered, and a few minutes later, the faint sound of the apartment door shutting reached his ears.

Fall at home was a fun time. Chris loved Halloween, loved watching the beautiful leaves fall, the world around him preparing for a winter's slumber. The air was crisp, the heat, on days when it appeared, wasn't as heavy, and the cold not that harsh. It was beautifully balanced.  

Out here though, he started seeing fall not from an outside perspective, but, in a way, from a tree's perspective.

The beautiful leaves fell, and he couldn't reach them again. He was left to stand bare against the oncoming winter cold, a sight that to an outsider would seem impressive, a feat of the majestic strength only nature can possess.

To Chris, it just seemed lonely.

He knew it was a natural process, drifting apart. Just like the leaves falling, it was somewhat inevitable, wasn't it? high school sweethearts were too lucky to be true. But that didn't stop a small but powerful part of him to hope. A hope that didn't come true, and now, where did that leave him?

If autumn at home was balanced, this autumn was anything but. It was almost as if he'd lost an organ, a limb. He couldn't balance the way he did before, he'd have to find a new way, but for now, he just existed in the unbalanced. It consumed his mind, what could he have done differently? Could he have stopped this?

Of course, these questions can't really be answered. Not by him or anyone else. So, he'd grow that limb back. Spring would come, and the leaves and flowers would blossom again.

But that fall, you two fell apart. And in those moments, the bareness of winter seemed insufferable.

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Winter, 2006. 

Winters always seemed long to Chris.

As a kid, it was because he couldn't really play outside as much, his mother fearing he'd catch a cold. So, he was sentenced to long days inside, which were often very nice honestly, hot cocoa and warm blankets never in short supply. But kids sometimes can't help but want what they can't have, can’t they?

Well, that notion clearly never left Chris, even if he's not a kid anymore.

Winters were always long, but without you, they seemed longer than ever.

You talked on occasion. You come from the same relatively small town, so losing contact wasn't truly an option, especially because you used to be so close. People would always joke about you being a package deal, hanging out together so much it became second nature.

If Chris became too bored in his own house, or just plain tired of his siblings, it was the obvious thing to go to your house, and vice versa. Now, that refuge wasn't an option anymore.

At first, it was noticeable, like a gaping wound that wouldn't close that he couldn't help running his finger over, checking if maybe it healed already. Now, it was only a dull reminder of what used to be.

It's not like Chris didn't date. He did. And from what he heard (again, small town, friends from childhood. People always filled him up on what you were doing, even when he didn't ask.) you were dating too.

He really had no right to say that it bothered him.

You came up in his mind less and less, as time went on. But winters, being gray, and void of sun, full of storms, were always more introspective. That one especially, no one special really being in his life. Not that it wasn't fun, but he missed home, being grounded, happy. He was happy, in a way, just not the way he was used to.

It was full of contradictions, his mind struggling to make sense of his entangled feelings. You weren't there, and it hurt, but really it was so long since you've been there, and there's no one else at the moment, so was he just missing you or did he just miss loving someone the way he loves y- loved you?

The clean snow a perfect juxtaposition to his clouded mind, he decided to take a walk.

The streets were bustling as always, everyone walking around with a purpose, a destination in mind, which allowed Chris to slip between the crowds, unnoticed. He went to a coffee shop, got something hot to busy his hands with, and continued his aimless journey.

He ended up at a park, sitting down on a cold bench. He took a sip from his cup, wincing slightly at his still hot beverage, before sighing, closing his eyes for a split second before opening them again at the vibration of his phone.

Pulling his phone out of the pocket of his jacket, he held the cup carefully in his other hand as he opened the message.

Think of the devil. Although, you were anything but.

How are you?

Before he could type up an answer, his phone buzzed with another message.

I'll be in town in a week, thought we could maybe get a coffee, catch up. If you want.

He chuckled at the wording. Not a question, but a statement. Well, maybe there was some type of question there, between the lines, but to him, the answer was just as clear as the one to your question many summers ago.

Sure. When are you coming in?

Maybe, spring will be here closer than he thought.

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Spring, 2015. 

Spring was the season of rebirth, the blossoms thriving once more, the weather warmer by the day.

You once told Chris spring was your favorite season.

"Really?" he asked, turning towards you, "why?"

"It's a rewarding season. It's like… for the entirety of winter, the trees were standing bare, the animals were confined to their lairs, more or less. And now, they've made it to see the beauty, the profusion. The next year, they do it all again, of course, but spring will always be there to show them it was worth it. Plus, the weather warms up, but not too much, which is a blessing. Especially to your sweaters," you joked, referring to the countless ones you'd pretty much stolen.

But Chris knew what you meant. The blossoms of happiness were spreading out across his life these days. Not everything was perfect, of course, but it was as near perfect as it could be.

"So, what do you wanna do for your birthday?" you asked next, surprising him with the sudden change of topic.

"Uh, I don't know. I haven't really thought about it," he shrugged. "but there's a while yet. Why, you had anything in mind?"

"Not really," you said, "that's why I asked. Anyways, think about it, will you?" you smiled and patted his shoulder affectionately before getting up, probably to put your empty cup in the sink.

He didn't know the answer to that. He had everything he could want and more.

There was something inexplicably comforting about spring. As a kid, springs always seemed like endings to Chris. The end of the school year, the end of a long winter. Only as he grew older he realized that springs are also wonderful beginnings. It was a fresh start, but also respected the past. It seemed to value the experiences of the past, yet prompting you to open a new page, giving the opportunity to start again.

Chris took that opportunity with both of his hands, especially when it came to you. Sure, every spring there would come the time of his birthday, but that was minor. Really, he celebrated you, all year but in spring especially.

Spring was the season of going to concerts together, you laughing at Chris as he's doing his best not to get recognized in his cheesy disguise of sunglasses and a hat. It's the season of going on spontaneous picnics because, "look how beautiful it is outside, Chris!", and he can't tell you no about anything. It's the season of taking Dodger out for long, long hikes, so when he comes home he falls right asleep, usually in your lap. It's the season of going out in the afternoon and it's warm, but by the time you come back it's night and it gets chilly, so Chris gives you his jacket, teasing you about how you always forget your own.

It's the season of preparing for summer as well, going through the cabinets and moving the winter clothes to the back and the summer clothes to the front. It's the season of finally using the pool again, and inviting his nephews and nieces over as well, and watching you splash around with them, carefully of course. It's the season of remembering that first summer together, and how far you've come since, together and individually.

Growing up was never easy. Growing up together was insufferable sometimes. But you fought, and you grew, and you talked things out. Spring, in a way, resembled the fact that you could overcome anything. Even after the harshest winter comes spring in all of its glory, blossom and vibrant colors.

And so, you two set out for one more great spring, and everything that will come after it. Summer was full of possibilities, but together, these possibilities didn't seem all that scary anymore.

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[nocturnal-dreams]

Catch Me In A Field Of Roses

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Pairing: Nihachu x F! Reader

Warnings: slight angst, fluff

Note: I just want to write some wlw for pride month At least have some fluff before the Techno angst ;)

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Her smile, it was everything, were you allowed to look at her like that? How much you had thought of being the reason for that smile, to be able to hold her and never let go, hold her face in your hands while you tell her all the things you love about her. It was a never-ending list, you could go on and on about everything; every obvious detail, the minor things, the tiny things she does thinking no one would notice, everything.

The strands of her roseate hair, each strand being tucked back into place, framing her petite face that made you go fuzzy just from looking at. Her eyes that you could get lost in for hours if giving the chance, how much you imagined holding her hand, holding her in your arms. It didn't feel right to think of her like this but you did, you dreamt of these moments, you wished they were real, no matter how wrong they felt to you.

You had known her forever, through wars, fires, death, betrayals, heartbreak, everything you had been by each other's side. You listened to her when she wanted to talk, you protected her when fights got rough, she was your everything even if you didn't want to admit it.

Why was this so hard to do? All you had to do was knock on her door, you had done it many times before to Techno, Phil and Ranboo, why was Niki so hard to do? You weren't even sure if she was in her room, to be honest, she could have gone out training with Techno and Phil for all you could know.

You were just giving up at this point, unable to muster up the courage to speak to Niki until you heard a quiet shuffle inside the room. That shuffling quickly turned into a doorknob turning before the next thing you knew you were face to face with the pink-haired girl.

Her hair was down unlike its usual space bun look, strands of pink hair framed her face perfectly. She looked tired as if she hadn't slept in a day or two, her eyes held at first what showed sadness and then surprise at you standing there. The white puffy shirt that looked too big on her but also fit so well was tucked into her dark, linen trousers. A battle corset was tied around her waist, probably for training purposes. Wilbur's old cape around her shoulder was held in place by two golden buttons in front of her chest. She was truly breathtaking, although she always was.

You could never see a man the same way as you saw Niki, to be loved by a man compared to being loved by a woman was so different of a feeling to you. You always knew from a young age that something was different, when you'd see all your friends gravitating towards the boys in your class in the way that you just couldn't, you tried to hard to make yourself 'normal' as you called it but something always pulled you towards girls.

"Y/N?" You snapped out of your fantization state, locking your eyes with her beautiful upturn shaped eyes, her face having a constant glow to it that you wanted to kiss all over and hold. Why did you feel bad for thinking of her in that way?

"Niki! Hey, you wanna go to the plains with me? I need to grab some flowers for some dye for Phil's new project and I don't really want to go alone," you thought of the first excuse you could to hang out with Niki, hoping she wouldn't see through your pathetic excuse.

Niki simply nodded pulling her sword off the hook, "of course."

An hour had passed, riding in silence on your horses to the nearest plains, meanwhile your heart was hammering in your chest, each little hum Niki made your stomach do flips, when she would ask you simple questions you didn't know how to form an actual sentence, when her hand brushed yours when she was helping correcting you on how you were holding the reigns of your horse since you were holding them so tightly against your palms made your hands just tighten more and sweat more.

As you finally reached the flower field covered in open plains with the sun kissing Niki's cheeks making them glow, Niki hopped off her horse, swiftly coming over to you to help you down. Your hand lapping over hers, you prayed to all the religions you could think of and a few superheros too that she wouldn't notice how sweaty your palms were.

You picked at random flowers, you weren't really paying attention to the colour, your eyes were fixated on Niki who was sitting on the grass surrounded by flowers, bees buzzing around her as you swear she looked better than Aphrodite right there, not that you'd ever say anything like that outloud.

"You look very lost in your thoughts," you heard Niki giggle, staring at her sunkissed face, your legs unconsiously moving you closer to you as you plopped down on the ground next to her, watching a bee buzz around and land on Niki's nose causing you both to laugh.

"I think they like you," you smiled watching the bee stretch their wings on Niki's nose before buzzing off to land on a flower nearby, "I can't blame them, you're hard to not like."

You looked away from the bee catching Niki staring at you, her mouth slightly agape open as she blinked, a small smile tugged at her lips as you looked at her, "I could say the same about you."

Quietly shaking your head, you looked down at your feet in front of you, tugging at the lace on your boot slightly, not too hard to make the tie fall apart, "everyone talks over me or doesn't even see me as someone, they only want me around when it benefits them, not even my own brothers see me. The only person that bothers with my existance is my father and even than my brothers are the more important ones in his eyes. I just wish I had a chance."

Suddenly you felt a tug on your hand, quickly turning to an intertwine with another hand. You looked up to see Niki smiling at you, her hand intertwined with yours. Niki gently squeezed your hand, "you're important to me," Niki cupped one of your cheeks with her other hand, "I'd never be able to talk over you or use you, you mean too much to me to do that. You impress me and amaze me almost everyday. I think you're beautiful and I certainly love every little thing about you. And you've always had a chance," Niki looks down with a shy smile, "you just never took it."

Niki stares at you while you let out a shaky breath.

"Y/N," Niki mutters, her eyes never leave yours.

"Yes, Niki?" You ask. You didn't realize how close you both were until you felt the tip of your nose brush against hers. Niki's lips hover over yours and you let out another breath. Niki's hand leaves your cheek as it slides down your shoulder to your waist wrapping around you and you flutter your eyes closed.

"You're so gorgeous."

You didn't have any time to reply as her lips gently press against yours, as if Niki is afraid she'll break you if she uses anymore force. You kiss her back slowly and feel your cheeks burning. Niki's soft peach flavored lips move in sync with yours, not too fast, and you smile against them. Niki pulls aways and looks at you, smiling with you as she gently presses her forehead to yours, her hair brushing over her face. You nuzzle your nose against her and hear her chuckle softly.

"You're so beautiful," Niki whispers, her fingers gently tracing your side, stroking it delicately, "I want you to remember that I will always love you no matter how many wars we fight or lives that are lost around us, I'll always be by your side."

"I will," you whisper. Your lips reconnect with hers. You move them against hers agonizingly slowly. Her hand lets go of yours and cups your left cheek and squeezes your waist. Her lips are as soft as the petals of the flowers around you two. They remind you of the sweetest simplest times. They are gentle and careful once more. Her fingers gently rested against your skin and her nose brushed against yours, sending tingles down your spine. You pull away and gasp for air, not realizing you hadn't been breathing until that moment.

"In a field full of roses, you're the rose that catches my eyes," Niki smiles, and finally you knew that you were wanted.

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[mocharadio]

Now Playing(Title): Genshin Boys Faves! (Headcanons)

Requested By: Anon!

Song Artists(characters): Kaeya, Diluc, Venti, Albedo, Xiao, Childe, and Zhongli

Lyrics(Summary): I don't know if I did this EXACTLY how Anon wanted me to but basically just a headcanon list of our fave genshin boys' foods, drinks, flowers, etc etc! (Some are canon, though)

Explicit?(warnings): no beta we die like Childe's sanity, lowercase on purpose

A/N: This is my 1st time writing anything (that wasn't from last year or for a school project) so I apologize if it's a little...wonky. But I hope you guys like it regardless! ngl you can tell i started getting a little tired halfway so im sorry </33

Kaeya:

Food: don't know if it's particularly canon or not, but I'd say his fave is the chicken mushroom skewer! Specifically his own specialty, whether it's cooked by him or not!

Drink: we already know it's Death After Noon, but I feel like he'd also like Rose Champagne as well :]

Flower: the Calla Lilly for sure! It's part of his ascension materials, it only makes sense

Activity: honestly? I feel like whenever he finds time (aka not working or wine tasting) he just lays back on the couch (or bed) and listens to music. it's his quiet time!

Animal: DOGGIES!! He likes how loyal, friendly and cuddly most of them are, I feel like he'd especially be a golden retriever lover, and in his rare vulnerable moments will just cuddle his dog while crying to himself or ranting <333

Diluc

Food: Pile Em' Up! he probably thinks it's the best food to ever exist ever, hence why he made his own specialty, so he could enjoy it even more! ^^

Drink: Grape juice, duh, but I feel like he'd also be very fond of Cranberry Juice!

Flower: Lamp Grass!

Activity: not gonna lie? Probably just sleeping if he isnt playing Chess. Poor mans is working almost 24/7 HE NEEDS A BREAK!! Let him rest

Animal: also dogs! i think he'd prefer a dog that isnt super duper hyper though, like just a little more chill but still affectionate regardless ^^ Something like a Saint Bernard maybe

Venti

Food: he has two all time faves; A Buoyant Breeze and Apples! Of course he's grateful for just about anything though as long as it tastes good!

Drink: Dandelion Wine!

Flower: Cecilia's! :]

Activity: he's a bard, of course its gonna be singing and maybe even dancing!

Animal: dogs...again... all of them. every single one ever. he just loves them all so much even the ugly rat looking ones

Albedo

Food: Sunshine Sprat!! Doesn't matter if it's his specialty or not he enjoys it either way

Drink: I feel like he'd be very fond of hot chocolate! its not as strong or bitter as coffee since he likes sweet stuff, but its still really hot which is good since hes in Dragonspine 90% of the time

Flower: Mist Flower Corolla's! hes just absolutely fascinated by them

Activity: super obvious, but reading and drawing! I feel like on occasion though he'll stargaze, its very relaxing to him

Animal: cats! not only are they similar to him, but he always finds himself enamored with their looks and behaviors!

Xiao

Food: almond tofu. period

Drink: probably doesnt drink much, and when he does chances are its just water. but! I feel like one day Zhongli takes him out for some tea! Zhongli gets Xiao a peppermint tea with honey and smiles to himself bc Xiao just absolutely loves it its super soothing for him both in flavor AND feeling!

Flower: qingxin!

Activity: poor man doesnt know what hobbies are, let alone his own. i feel like he'd also enjoy stargazing though!

Animal: cats. they're exactly like him, he just resonates with them so much (omg catboy xiao arc??!?!) he'll just sit there on the roof of the inn petting kitties until he's needed somewhere

Childe

Food: isnt a picky eater so he doesnt really have a favorite or least favorite, but he enjoys Calla Lily Seafood Soup a lot! hes kind of conceited though so he'll probably brag about how his version ( A Prize Catch) is like 10 times better

Drink: once this man tastes orange juice he will NEVER shut the fuck up about it. he just feels like an orange juice guy to me

Flower: doesnt really have one! i feel like he'd either find all flowers equally as pretty or just not really pay much attention to them at all

Activity: fighting! hes a stupid little brawling adrenaline junkie what did we expect honestly

Animal: also a dog lover; he cant help it okay he sees a dog and just starts beaming like a little child(e)

Zhongli

Food: Bamboo Shoot Soup!

Drink: honestly? Dandelion Wine and any sort of tea are equally his favorites. he drinks tea more often of course, but Dandelion Wine is his favorite to have as an "on the occasion" sort of thing!

Flower: surprisingly silk flowers! he feels relaxed by them

Activity: he just wants rest man thats it, but i feel like he enjoys taking strolls around Liyue!

Animal: all animals!! except for maybe frogs but thats just because they're super duper slimy

[yostresswritinggirl]

Part 2 is here!!! This is actually all just fluff and nothing new regarding reader's seelie powers but ;)) Part 3 coming soon...maybe...

-It has been a week or two since the interaction and the both of you have been exchanging letters, due to the fact that you live in Qingce Village.

-You only went to Liyue Harbor for a bit as you had a few commissions and quests nearby there, it would have been a long trip back and forth from home. (He's glad that he met you but won't admit it out loud.)

-Now what surprised you was that he came to visit you, not because he had a job nearby but purely of his own accord. You felt a flutter in your , upon seeing him at your door.

-"... Chongyun?"

-A flush from his cheeks as he shifted onto his other leg.

-"...Hello."

-Happiness bubbled throughout your body. With a bright smile you ushered him into your humble abode. He looked at the scripts and maps on your walls, then glanced over to the collection of pressed flowers beside your small dining table.

-You poured him a cup of tea and placed a bowl of food in front of him. Cold noodles with soy sauce and some fresh greens on the side.

-"I-I really couldn't--" he tried to turn down the offer of food but the smile you gave him made him pick up his chopsticks.

-Mid-coversation, another knock came at the door. Raising an eyebrow, you went to see who could be looking for you.

-"[Y/N], sorry to trouble you at the moment but could you please get these to Granny Rouxin? I have to rush for a meeting with some customers."

-You nodded and closed the door to sit back down with Chongyun as to continue the conversation, it would also be quite rude if you were to leave a guest in your house but-- Granny Rouxin :(

-Almost as if he read your mind, he finished eating and set the dishes by the sink. You were about to protest and ask him to sit down but he grabbed your hand and led you out the door.

-"Let's go give the chief that package."

-Your heart skipped a beat as you looked at your hands. Walking up the trail and stairs, you arrived at the chief's residence. She opened a door with a smile and greeted you.

-"Ah, [Y/N]. Good to see you, I suppose you're here for delivery?"

-"Yes, here you go! Please continue to rest, don't worry about the village, we'll be fine. If anything happens please get Ju Hua to send a letter to me."

-The kind elderly lady had been ill for a few days now and the entirety of the village had urged her to rest, considering her age and her position. She had been taking it easy and not moving about too much, hopefully her fever would subside soon.

-"Thank you, you're always such a help around here. I'm grateful that you continue to stay here even though it's a quiet life," she sighs.

-It really was a shame that many of age had went to the city, leaving yougins and elderlies here. As much as you liked the city, the calmness of this village and its beautiful fields had captured your heart.

-"Of course, it really isn't anything, I love living here anyway!"

-Chongyun silently took note of what was going on in the conversation, feeling a small sense of pride and joy when he heard that you had been helping around in the village from THE chief.

-Wrinkled eyes smile as they slowly trail to the cryo user beside you, the warm hues turn into mischievous ones as she looks at your joined hands.

-"Thank you... Hmm, you didn't tell me you had a boyfriend?

-Immediately, the both of you separated with red faces. A chuckle escapes her throat as she waved the both of you off before returning to her bedroom.

-A moment or two passed as you both walked down the path, cryo tickling your skin as Chongyun desperately tried to calm himself down.

-A few kids came up to you with flowers and they babbled something about thanking you for helping them get their dolls back from the bad monsters before giggling and running off.

-Icy hues observed the situation and once again, he was reminded of how great a person you were. He knew from your letters that you liked to help out around the village but he didn't know it was to the extent that kids would come give you flowers.

-Warmth blossoms in his chest as he watches you smile at the kids. The way the wind blew your hair and how you gently pat the heads of the children made him smile like a fool.

-As you both continued to talk in your home, you failed to notice how late it was getting until the sounds of crickets chirping started. You asked Chongyun where he was staying and he was about to say something but nothing came out.

-"Ah...This is bad. I forgot that I didn't book a place to stay here..." (Because there were no inns (((:)

-'Archons, I'm so stupid' was probably what he was thinking at that moment.

-You tried to think of an idea but only one came to mind. Your palms sweated as you insisted that he stay with you in your house for the night. He tried to refuse but you were more adamant of not letting him sleep outside in the dangerous wilderness at night.

-With a huff, he accepted.

-One problem: The only place that was comfortable enough for sleep, (ie not the wooden chairs) was your bed. It's not like it was a tiny bed, but it was still flustering to be sharing the same bed! Especially since you're not dating like that or anything...! Even so, deep down you trusted Chongyun to not do anything.

-Jueyun Chili is the shade of red on your faces as you both lied down on the bed, you slowly turned over to meet his icy orbs looking at you before they averted away from your eyes.

-He was certainly free air-conditioning at the rate he was trying to cool hinself down. A soft laugh left your lips as you said goodnight before turning to face your back toward him.

-His heart stopped beating at a hundred miles per hour as he noticed that you were alseep. He, too was growing tired and closed his eyes to drift off into dreamland.

-Little did both of you know, that both of you would be awoken to the reality of your limbs tangled and arms wrapped around each other.

-あのん

Part 1

Oh gawd my heart dropped thinking I lost the link to the first part of this, I swear I need to fix my shit uo