#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.

[svetamillss]

Headcanons: their language of love💗

Featuring: Cho Hyun Ju x Reader(f), Kang Sae Byeok x Reader(f), Thanos (Su Bong) x Reader(f), Kang Dae Ho x Reader(f), Nam Gyu x Reader(f)

A/N: Orders are always open for you!

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Cho Hyun Ju

The language of love is words.

She always says nice words about love to you. He calls you cute nicknames, but the most important nickname: "baby". If you are at a distance, she writes you a lot of messages or sends you various funny pictures to cheer you up.

Also, she is always ready to support you, even when you don't need much support, she will still do it.

- Baby, you're the best for me, you'll succeed!

- Hyunnie, I decided to put together a children's puzzle. - you say with a smile.

You will never hear an insult or a bad word from her. She won't allow it. Of course, you also always tell her about love and support her, it is also very important for her.

Kang Sae Byeok

The language of love is time.

She is not a very romantic person and it is difficult for her to express her love in words. But she found a way to fix it. It's important for her to be with you and spend time together. That's why she devotes all her free time to you.

You go for walks, chat a lot or even travel. You also take her younger brother with you, who also loves you very much.

- The weather is terrible outside, I wanted to go for a walk with you so much. - You say sadly when you see that it's raining outside.

- It's not a problem, the three of us can watch a movie or play board games. We'll spend the whole evening together anyway. - she calmly answers, you gladly agree with her offer.

Sae Byeok recently realized that she can't be alone for a long time, she needs you to be next to her for complete peace of mind.

Thanos (Su Bong)

The language of love - gifts.

You couldn't even have imagined that your boyfriend would love to give you gifts. After all, at first he seemed to be a person who would talk all kinds of phrases to you. And then he was able to learn what you love and almost every day brings you flowers, sweets, cute things. Although you began to notice that he does it as well, so that you forget about the bad things he managed to do.

- You took drugs again. - you said with disappointment, when he return home at night, although he was drunk, but at least he did not get lost somewhere.

- Senorita, I didn't come home empty-handed! Here! - and takes out a little Teddy Bear from the back, of course you liked it. He knows your weaknesses.

- Oh, God, thank you, but let's stop with these club parties, otherwise no gift will save you! - you say with a slight anger when you start helping him undress.

Kang Dae Ho

The language of love - help.

Your boyfriend will always be ready to help you, even if you don't really need help.

- Honey, what are you doing? - he asks, entering the kitchen.

- I'm cooking dinner for us.

- Let me help you! After all, you cook meat, and I'm a man, I'll deal with him quickly! - he answers, standing next to you, you can't refuse him, so you agree to his help.

In general, your boyfriend will be ready to carry you in his arms, the main thing is that you feel good and always love each other.

Nam Gyu

The language of love is physical contact.

Oh, what a tactile person he is. You noticed it right away when on the first date he tried to touch you somehow. He even apologized to you, because he thought you might be uncomfortable, but you made it clear that everything was fine and you were just not used to it.

Your boyfriend will always find a way to touch or hug you, anytime, anywhere.

- Nam Gyu, we haven't seen each other for only a few hours, and you hug me like I left you for a week. - you said when you came home after shopping and he came at you with hugs, very tight hugs.

- I'm sorry, I can't help myself, I have a very strong tactile hunger. - he said laughing, but you were satisfied with everything.

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[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!

[downforthegas]

Wel//come Ho//me eprocto headcanons #1: Types of farts/farters

I decided that I have too many eprocto headcanons for these characters so I figured I could do a few idk volumes of these lol

I think for this volume, I wanna talk about their types of farts and how they feel about farting (embarrassed or confident)

(I think for different volumes, I'd want to do other stuff like "How they would fart/act around someone with the fetish" or "What they do to relieve a bloated stomach" etc. and maybe even some eructo headcanons)

Weird shit under the cut ❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🩷(includes talk about hyperfarts, squeaky farts, fragrant farts)

Wa/lly Dar/ling🍎

Well, let me just say, as someone who's deeply obsessed with this man, I feel like he's realistically not very gassy

His farts can range from short little toots, the popping kinds you would hardly notice, to long squeaky rips that might make your ears ring a little (he's a little guy, they gotta be super high pitched)

But he's no stranger to ripping long sbds, especially when eating something that doesn't agree with him

They wouldn't smell too bad, but they smell funny enough for you to know if he farted (who's to say they don't smell like apples)

As for how he feels about farting around others, he's more comfortable farting around Barn/aby or Ho/me, but farting around others is still not a big deal to him

If it happens to smell really bad, or if its one of his squeaky ones that draws a lot of attention, he might be a little red in the face

I imagine a lot of foods probably effect his stomach, and he's probably more prone to getting bad gas cramps than other neighbors

He'd also definitely warn you if he's about to fart, even though he really doesn't need to. "Ah, sorry neighbor, but I really need to- *breeeeeeerrrtt!* Oh! excuse me"

Barn/aby doesn't mind him farting, but the squeaky ones make his poor dog ears curl

Barn/aby B. Bea/gle 🐶

It's definitely no secret he would have some LOUD ground/wall/house shaking farts

Long bassy farts that smell rancid and make your eyes water

It certainly doesn't help that Ba/rn likes to prank people (especially Wa/lly) with his gas. It's really easy to trap Wa/lly under a gassed-up blanket or in a closet

We mainly see him eating hot dogs and stuff, so I imagine if he were to eat something different, maybe something more healthy, it would probably give him really bad farts

He probably says little jokes when he's gassy like "I don't like to toot my own horn but *BBBRRRRRBBRBRTTTT* heh, I just did."

He's a confident farter 100% and is totally fine ripping around any neighbor, but if it's a big one (one that could possibly cause an earthquake), it's much safer to not do it in someone's home

He's also more courteous about it around his mother, in fact, she's the only one he actually feels embarrassed farting around (she's kind of teased him about his big farts since she met him)

Sometimes Ba/rn won't let one rip in certain situations, so if it happens to slip out, that could be pretty embarrassing

Jul/ie Joy/ful🌸

Ju/lie is kind of a special case. Out of all the neighbors, she probably has one of the most lovely smelling farts

Sounds are surprising loud and bassy or bubbly, but the scent is of flowers, mainly peonies and cherry blossoms, and the clouds are made of pollen

Since she's a rainbow monster, one who looks like a flower, I imagine her farts would attract bees and butterflies, making her good to use for fertilizing flowers

Although she's not embarrassed about her farts, she is embarrassed when the pollen gets on stuff (if you see pollen on your couch, you know who did it)

No one seems to mind Ju/lie's farts at all, unless they have a pollen allergy, which I imagine Ed/die probably has

Ju/lie also sometimes doesn't know when a fart is coming and is often caught off guard when it happens "I just thought of a fun game where- *Blrbbrbrbrbtt!* Oh, hehehe sorry about that!"

Sometimes neighbors will purposefully give her gassy foods at a party so she can provide a pleasant smell

Fra/nk Fra/nkly 🦋

Most people don't know what Fra/nk's farts are like because he's usually really good at hiding them... usually

He doesn't usually rip until the end of the day when he shuts the door to his house. Ed/die knows when Fra/nk is home when he hears a really long bubbling fart, maybe even multiple farts in a row

Maybe he's just constantly gassy, maybe this kind of thing doesn't happen a lot, you don't know 👀

They wouldn't smell so bad if he ripped when he needed to, but with how long they stay inside, they end up smelling like rotten milk

Sometimes Fra/nk will have a slightly bloated stomach with all the gas he's kept inside

Ed/die's the only one he's farted around, but he's had a few embarrassing slip ups around a few neighbors (but that's a post for another day)

If a slip up happens, he'll quickly try to deny it was him (but he just gives himself away) *brrrruuouuurrppprrrrrttttttt!* "Oh my! I- that wasn't me, I swear! Please don't tell anyone about this!"

I wanna save this stuff for another post, but Fra/nk is prone to getting trapped painful gas from holding it for too long, so he's no stranger to needing help from Ed/die for relief. It usually takes belly rubs or hot baths to help him (but at that point, it's more of a jacuzzi)

When he's drunk... well that's a different story...

How/dy Pill/ar 🐛

Like Ba/rn, he has some pretty big farts, maybe a little less bad than Ba/rn

They're not as loud but they're really bad in length, often going on for minutes on end. It's not uncommon to hear a one or three minute fart from How/dy

I'm not sure why they're so long, maybe it's because caterpillars are long in nature?? Or maybe it's his all leaf diet that gives him constant farts

They're not very bubbly or bassy but they stink of fermented vegetables and you'd know it was him... correction, you know it's currently him lol

Not the most gassy, but when a fart is coming, he has to double or triple check if anyone else is in the bodega before he lets it rip

I imagine his apron straps flutter when he rips too hehe

Ofc he's not one to fart around others unless it's his pal Ba/rn or even Wa/lly

Sometimes he uses it to his advantage with advertising since he's such a business man. Maybe he uses his long farts to advertise air fresheners or incense (or maybe stuff that causes farts like beans or brussel sprouts)

"Howdoyado, How/dy Pill/ar here and *Blllrrrrrbbrbrrr...* My, I've got the toots! It could be because of these beans, only at How/dy's Place, the home of everything you need and everything you don't" ...rrbbrbrrrrrbbrrr...* the ad ends but the fart itself goes on for another minute

If anything were to slip out, he would definitely deny it was him (although, Ba/rn would probably just take the blame)

Po/ppy Part/ridge 🦚

Big farts, since she's pretty big too, but they're pretty quiet

They're not as loud as Ba/rn's or How/dy's, but they're still huge and fill the space she's in when she lets one rip

They smell strongly of fermented birdseeds and flutter her tail feathers

She's too embarrassed to fart around anyone, but unlike Fra/nk, she'll go somewhere private to let one rip, even trying to make her farts silent, even though they're quiet enough to not draw any attention

She wouldn't hold in a fart, she knows its really not good for you, and if she had to, she would rather fart in public then try to hold it for hours

If you were to catch her fart, she'd be mortified, even if it was a close friend like Sa/lly *Brrrlpppllrprrprrrrttt* Ah! Oh my! I-I'm so sorry, dear!

Her farts aren't loud, but sometimes if she gets startled, she might accidentally rip a short loud one as she jumps

Ed/die De/ar 💌

Ed/die is probably the most prone to accidental farts (poor guy)

Can be short and loud or long and low, but they're always bassy due to his jeans

They also smell pretty bad, usually eggy, which makes it worse when slip ups happen

He tries his best to hold, but they find their ways out when he's running with multiple packages in his hands (cropdusting the neighborhood), trying to lift a particularly bigger package than normal, and bending over to pick up a paper craft that fell off the table

Ed/die gets red when it comes to those slip ups but he's learned that it's nothing to be ashamed of. Fra/nk needs to take notes...

Ed/die will even fart around Fra/nk to make them more comfortable in letting their built-up gas out

At some point, Ed/die learns that Ba/rn is less likely to chase Ed when he's doing his cropdusting run

Sa/lly Star/let ☀️

Being a star, she's basically a ball of gas

Often gets gassy but doesn't let the others hear her farts, often going somewhere private and ripping them into pillows

But what makes her farts so different is that they're really hot, sulfury-smelling and bubblier than a sparkling water

The smell is thick enough to cut through and can make you choke

The smell soaks into fabrics easily so she most likely has a designated pillow for her farts (and probably farts on it with her pants off)

What also makes her different is that even though she does everything she can to hide her farts, everyone in the neighborhood knows its her, that's how strong and distinct the smell is

She's not proud of it but she still farts in private, as she would never subject her friends to anything like that

Her farts also include helium so if you were to inhale her farts, your voice would be high pitched

She could also fill a balloon with her farts as well

Ok that's the end of vol one lol I can't believe I did thi- what am I saying, this is expected of me

[deathblossomed]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒

@thuganomxcs :

Yusuke took a deep breath and took hold of Botan's hands as they stood before both family and friends on their most joyous occasion. "I thought of writin' what I was gonna say but we both know I suck at homework." That had the people in their audience chuckle in unison as..they do really know the type of person Yusuke is. Never one for preparations and simply one to move forward with his heart or guts. Wedding vows would be no different.

"Just in case there were times when it seems like it, I jus' wanna say it here in front of everyone we know that I deeply appreciate you. Botan you're who breathed life back into me when I was ready t' just call it quits and leave for Makai forever. But you remind me of what matters..in fact you've done that more than once even before then and before I knew it you were the person I've thought about..day in and day out. I think my mother was the first t' notice it..the way I talked about you or how I'd look at you whenever the three of us were coincidentally together and I always wondered if someone as extraordinary as you would go for the guy that's been nothin' but stress to you....I was actually happy I had the guts t' come out and tell you how I felt. And now we're here.."

Yusuke took a breath as there was moisture beginning to take form at the corner of his eyes due to utter bliss. "Now you're gonna make me into the happiest man in the world. I love you soo much that I'll spend every waking second showin' you just HOW much I do, because I wanna make you just as happy as you've made me. So Thank you Botan...thanks for loving someone who didn't think he'd ever be loved. (wedding day)

BOTAN IS GOING TO MARRY YUSUKE. She knew she would, from the minute he confessed his love to her she's had images of their wedding day visiting her dreams. It was just a matter of time.

It took some planning but they were finally here, parting in the early hours of the morning to get ready. The wedding was a mix of traditions and preferences, both tradition and modernity. While Botan loved the modern wedding style (she's been gushing over magazines for months), she wanted some of her customs included, so that they would be married not just in his world but also in hers.

The beginning of the ceremony saw them in kimono, hers white and his black, kneeling and sharing from the three sacred sake cups, pledging themselves to one another, to share their lives. Botan's trying hard not to cry (or spill the cup) and Yusuke quips under his breath that she didn't have to get him drunk to marry him, he would have done this sober. She smiles and sticks out her tongue.

When the sake is finished, they part once again, the guests streaming off to mingle until the larger ceremony begins. The crowd is a lively mix of humans and yokai, friends from across the three realms. Kurama had spent the previous night growing flowers across the venue, Kuwabara is in charge of making sure absolutely everything goes smoothly (Botan's only rule is No Fighting. If Yusuke shows up with blood on his suit, she'll kill him right then and there.), and even Hiei is in attendance, hiding in the background, offhandedly marking him as 'just here to make sure no one attacks the place' as if that's his only reason. The girls are in charge of helping Botan get ready, with Shizuru doing her hair and make up while Keiko and Yukina help her into her dress.

Yusuke looks dashing in a suit, more formal than anyone's ever seen him. But despite all that, there's still something casual about him, the lack of a more stuffy tux ("I don't think I'd recognize you if you wore one.") and the way his hands tremble ever so slightly. He fidgets at the end of the aisle, too much energy pent up with his own nerves.

He quiets when Botan comes out. She's changed from her kimono into a western dress, one she'd been hiding at Atsuko's place since they bought it. It's a ballgown, the skirt layered like ripples in the water, white peonies blooming across the fabric. The bodice is trimmed in soft lace with a sheer halter neckline. And her hair is braided, flowers woven into the plaits. Koenma is the one to hand her off to Yusuke, trying to remain stoic while Atsuko stands by Yusuke, dabbing her eyes.

There, standing before everyone, she says I do.

Yusuke's speech softens the last bit of strength she had and tears roll gently down her cheeks. She squeezes his hands tight, unable to look away, to exist anywhere but right here with him. When he finishes, she darts forward to kiss him, quick and impulsive.

"Oh! Sorry-- I'm not supposed to do that yet," she stammers, regaining herself. "Um, I tried writing things down. I watched so many movies trying to figure out what I'm even supposed to say. But it always ended up being too long or I'd start crying— happy tears, not sad! So, um, here goes—" Botan takes a deep breath, her expression softening when she returns her gaze to Yusuke.

"I think everyone here knows how we met— or, well, how this all happened. When Koenma told me I was going to be responsible for watching over the new Spirit Detective, a recently revived human boy, I thought it would probably be easy. How much trouble could one human get into? I didn't think I'd be watching you fight for the safety of three realms. Honestly, you were such a pain, I mean sometimes I thought we revived you without a brain. But... you were also kind and fun. You were my best friend. I think I've always loved you, that love just got bigger. You're caring and funny and a really good cook. Even when you would tease me or make me mad or all that time I spent terrified that you wouldn't come back alive, I loved you. I still do. I always hoped we'd be in each other's lives forever. And now we get to make it official. Forever, that's how long I'll love you. Nothing could make me stop, not even your worst most perverted comment. You're the most important thing in my life and I can't wait to share forever with you."

Now she can kiss him. And she does, lunging quickly into his arms, to a place where time stops and the only thing that matters is her lips against his. Where forever begins.

The rest of the night is spent with their friends. They share dances, cut a very large cake and sit side by side, celebrating well into the night. It's a lively atmosphere, people laughing, dancing, ...arm wrestling because Botan knew she'd never get this group of guys through a night without someone issuing a challenge. But Shizuru is able to embarrass a number of demons so she's having fun with it. Koenma makes a comment about rescinding Yusuke's resurrection if he hurts Botan, to which Yusuke glances at the girls dancing with Botan and tells him to get in line. And Atsuko has bounced between loud cheering and crying multiple times through the night.

When the night comes to a close and the last of their guests have drifted of, Botan takes Yusuke's hand and leads him outside. She pulls him onto her oar and flies them both high up above, to sit beneath the moon, where no one will interrupt. She slides him an envelope.

"You didn't think we were going to get married and I wasn't going to get you something, did you?" she says, laughing. A wedding is basically a personal holiday anyway and that's her specialty. Inside the envelope, are their honeymoon plans, which Botan has managed to keep a secret. There are tickets to Disney and another for a beach side resort in Hawai'i. She's been planning this for a long time. "I figured if we tried to take a trip anywhere around here, something is going to interrupt us. So, how about this? A week at Disneyland in America. There are lots of parks there and stuff to do. And then, after we've had fun, we can relax at a resort, just the two of us. Your mother's already agreed to watch the house, she was... very insistent that we have a long honeymoon. I guess she thought we needed a break after all the wedding planning!" That's not it at all!

[kolbietheaggrievedwriter]

white moonlight au ahead. pretend it's an animated shot, a manhwa panel, or whatever makes you visualise better with this writing style.

the one below is a description of how i envision niren and elliot's white moonlight. (he's become his own character helpme— he has become a monster from too much brainrot. i'm the hostage chat.)

(A pale and slim hand can be seen moving in and out of frame, sewing a furred coat with grace and care. The nails seem to be bitten short, the ends of their fingers with small, almost not-there callouses. The coat is dyed a dark red, almost brown, that has small yet beautifully etched and painted flowers, leaves, branches, and little animals into the seams of the cloak. His arms are covered in small, crisscrossing scars; some are still pink from healing, while the others are starting to blend in with the rest of his skin.

The angle then moves upwards, briefly showing the tunic that was handmade by its wearer, and the first thing that catches your eye is his long black hair that is tied with a simple fabric scrap. Although his black hair may not be luscious as his prince's nor the nobles locks, or as attention grabbingly bright as his darling knight's red hair. His is just a simple black, that may seem blue under the moonlight. Though the colour may seem dull, it does make it easier to playfully scare the little urchins that visit him at night. His hair is soft and unmatted due to habitual brushing, and it seems to absorb the sunlight that is peeking through the trees and his open window onto him. His brown eyes are curved with mirth as he casually reaches a leg out to sweep away the child running under the table, only to be playfully pushed away and out by her babysitter's leg.

"Ow! That hurts, ya know!" The preteen whines, rubbing at where she was swept by the man who she knows as Gladiolus and is called Lucy by the street kids.

Gladiolus just snorts as he stabs the Chel doll he made — which is already stabbed with many needles, of different varieties too! — with the needle he was using. He bends down and picks up the small child, taking a wooden and handcarved brush to smooth out any of the unruly child's knotted or matted areas of her hair. The blond hair in his hands was washed clean by him earlier that morning, alongside many of the street urchins that had decided his 'witchy, super creepy old house!' was a good location to be their 'headquarters' and now basically live here with him. The brush was wonky, one of the first attempts he had made for the carved brushes he made as a gift to the little princess.

"Don't be a baby, I know that I didn't put that much force into that sweep." He finishes brushing through the hair and hums happily at the sight, now using his hand to run through the blond locks. "Oh, and tell the others that we will be harvesting all of the vegetables and fruits before spring ends. We will also be using the blooming flowers to make perfumes and dyes."

"Hah? Ya should be happy that I understand what yer sayin', old man," She sneers. She rolls her eyes and stands up, grumbling as she pushes away the hand in her hair. "You speak too fancy, some of the kiddies are startin' to catch on and speakin' fancy jus' like y'all."

She walks towards the backdoor leading to the garden and her face forms a grin when she stops by the doorway.

"Hey, witchman, how much are we sellin' off? 'Cuz 'm sure that we're gonna get way more kiddies later this winter since some of the nearby orphanages're running out of space. Might be a good idea ta start stocking up soon for the harsh weather."

"We're still selling off half of them, we'll be getting a shit ton of squash—" A groan of annoyance cuts through his words, causing him to chuckle. "Oh, don't you complain. The squash kept all of us fed even with the sudden influx of citizens coming to us for emergency food."

He sighs happily as he finally finishes up the cloak for Elliot, finally looking up and stretching. He crosses an arm over his chest, the other using it as a platform to hold his jaw, and continues speaking, "The squash will start producing mid-summer and may continue until the first frost. We'll start to save our scraps and dry our hunts later in the summer and the whole autumn, just in case the winter is too long once again."

The barely-teenaged girl nods and goes out to the garden. Though, she makes sure to flip off Gladiolus just before she fully leaves his eyesight. He sighs in fake exasperation while he fully stands up to start packing away the cloak to be delivered to the Academy. )

scene: introducing one of wm's identities known to people, gladiolus! and yes, i called it a cabin previously, but it's more similar to being a house that keeps expanding due to the street kids that keep coming over and ending up staying there full-time, as well as the citizens' way of paying him back for the amount of times he hands out food from his winter stock for free when it's deep into winter.

just a bit of development and appearance reveal for our white moonlight! hope you don't mind the little worldbuilding i added, i imagine that winters would sometimes be longer than usual since the nobles n royalty lean towards the goddess of night and nighttime is, you know, longer in winter.

.... i wrote too much, oops. hope you don't mind! i'm trying to get these lil' rascals of ideas into text before they bury themselves and disappear forever.

Not the Chel doll 😭😭😭 Also we have a name!!! And an appearance!!! He's just been a faceless brown haired guy in an apron to me until now!! Don't ask me why brown hair. Idk. Anyway, I thoroughly enjoyed it!!! It really gives me transmigration novel feels. Like the first chapter before the MC runs into canon characters and/or the plot. Was super interesting considering its my own world in the background + I know they're not going to meet until the main plot is over. Also I liked the worldbuilding! ! It makes sense!! It wasn't too long at all. Once again, I was engaged to the end. You're very good at pulling the reader in!!

[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.

[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.

[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

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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.

-

“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.

_____

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.

__

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.

--

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"

--

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.

--

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.

--

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.