#christmas leaf

[onebug]

[riaki]

knitted hearts | kento nanami x reader

pt.3 of christmas event! i wrote this for u genie ily 🤍 cw: established relationship, he (over)works at that financing company from before, two (2) petnames

the lights are still on.

that's the first thing kento immediately notices when he gets back; the office clocked him overtime, and so he's late. regrettably, again.

in the past, whenever that's happened, he'd have sent you a text beforehand and came home to a dark apartment; eaten something quick before getting into bed and slipping beneath the soft covers where your resting warmth melts away the stress of the day between his shoulders and his eyebrows.

tonight is different, it seems. the city buzzes with a quiet hum, light snowfall blanketing the roofs and muffling the sound. the holiday season is in full swing; normally, he wouldn't care to know. or remember. if not for the lame decorations around his workplace and the chocolate advent calendar you've been diligently (force) feeding him every night, he wouldn't've noticed at all.

he closes the door quietly behind him, careful not to make excess noise in case you're asleep as he slips his shoes off and hangs his jacket up. after all, you might've just been absentminded or tired, and forgot to switch the lights off. and you blame him for being lost to time.

it's quiet in the house; not dead silent, though. there's soft, ambient winter jazz flowing from somewhere in the house, and the faint sound of the fridge humming, paired with something that's baking in the oven. the scent of soft vanilla and orange settles gently over his shoulders, as if to welcome him home. his half finished coffee sits in a porcelain mug on the stained counter; you'd accidentally made too much for him, leaving you with a puddle of bitter caffeine that couldn't even be finished with your combined efforts. you'd promised him you would chug it over text, but clearly that didn't happen.

he's ready to go through the motions of a quiet night spent unwinding alone when he hears your voice— after endless hours of aching at a desk, clacking away on a mechanical keyboard in the dreariest environment imaginable, it soothes him like no vacation fantasy he's ever known.

"nami? is that you?" you called. your voice is coming from the shared bedroom; you sound tired, and kento can just imagine the sleepy look on your face. he's never been inclined to use the words 'cute' or 'pretty' to describe someone before, but if he had to choose, then he'd use them for you.

he walks down the length of the hallway, undoing his tie and gently tugging it off his neck as he reaches the threshold to your room. the air is warm and soft; it seems so much easier to breathe the closer you are. like the crushing weight of work he puts on his lungs dissipates into a cloud of melting frost.

"i'm home, sweetheart." he's surprised at how rough his own voice sounds; it's almost unfamiliar. he needs your rejuvenating touch; at least, that's what he decides the instant he sees you. you're sitting right in the middle of the mattress, something lumpy, tacky, red and green bundled up in your lap. with something between a sinking realization and a fluttering in his chest he recognizes it as the sweater you've been making for him. you're finishing it up, it seems, from the formerly-wide bundle of soft thread that's been reduced to a meek little crimson string on the white sheets.

it's one of your new interests. you seem to be taking up a lot of those, lately; kento feels as though it's his fault, for never having the time to take you out. yet you're always so patient despite his busy schedule, adjusting to portion out a chunk of time from your own just to accommodate for him. it's unfair, and so one night he vowed to do more for you over a glass of red wine and a fancy white table cloth, freshly cleaned and pressed. that was one of the rare times he'd been able to take you out like you really deserved. "and don't call me by my last name. you're allowed to use my given," he sighs, rather exasperated, but you both know there's only affection behind it.

you perk up, a bright look in your eyes that melts the last of the frost buried in his chest and beneath his eyes. he crosses the room to stand at the foot of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt a few to let himself breathe. and he doesn't miss the way your eyes linger, so he clears his throat, and you spring to action.

"i finished your sweater, ken. can you put it on?" you ask eagerly, and he's briefly reminded of a young boy with pink hair like raspberry chocolate and a golden retriever demeanor. a soft feeling pushes at the back of his heart, sending mushy gushiness through his veins at the sight.

you scoot close, holding it up for him to examine. in all honesty, it's not terrible; you get an A for effort, at the very least. the five reindeer look more like those urban folklore creatures, and the tree looks as though it could use seven more centuries under the sun-- but other than that, it's a perfect first try.

"i'd love to, darling, but i..." he doesn't get to finish, because you seem to wilt a little, and it already feels like that crushing burden over his diaphragm is back, but this time it's exceedingly and guiltily unpleasant, so he retracts his words.

"alright." he succumbs with a tired sigh, letting his eyes flutter shut and removing his glasses to rub the spot where the frame has been digging into his skin; normally you'd do it for him, but you're busy adjusting the fluffy pom poms (he didn't see those before) on the sweater's cuffs, so he does it himself.

he hears the tell tale shift of the soft bedding and he opens his eyes again, only to be met with a very expectant look on your face.

"put your hands up."

"...pardon?" a small amount of resistance to your antics is always present, at first. by now he knows you expect it. but this time, it may be much worse.

"you heard me! arms to the sky." he likes your laugh, a lot. it jingles like a gentle wind chime.

"i can put it on myself. i'm not a child," he says, a little cross, but you're undeterred. as per usual. not like he minds.

"please?"

kento doesn't particularly view himself as a man with a great many ambitious, or zealous ideals. still, he isn't a pushover and has a strong resolve. unfortunately for him (fortunately for you), when it comes to you, it doesn't take much for him to crumble. if you willed it, he'd get down at your feet.

with resignation, he kneels down on one leg, as if you're about to knight him. he waits patiently, holding his arms up, and he can practically feel your giddy smile.

soon enough, you're slipping it over his tangled blonde hair— with a little bit of effort and a lot of scratchy fabric. it's too big here and too tight there, hanging off his shoulders oddly and the sleeves are uneven. but it's cute, too-- in the way that a toddler's crayon doodles are endearing, so are your amateur efforts. what matters to him the most, is that you've handmade it for him.

nothing an industry company factory could achieve.

"so? how do you like it?" you prompt as you start to mess with the collar, pinching and pulling the fabric so that it suits his form appropriately. he doesn't ever remember you asking for his size, but you seem to know it anyway.

"it's warm," is his only input. he knows you'll complain— but it's fun to hear you whine.

you frown. "is that all?" there it is— a small, sweet little pout; the minute down tilt of your lips. your fingers dance over his collarbone as you pull the collar of his button up over the rim, and his breath hitches in his throat. kento wonders if you can feel his heartbeat or notice the way his adam's apple bobs when he swallows.

before you— or he— knows it, he's pulling you down to sit on the knee that's still propped up, catching you by the rest and meeting you halfway to press a gentle kiss to your lips. he's met with a muffled sound of surprise that quickly melts into a laugh; he can feel you smile against his lips and he wants to devour it.

"so i take it you like it?" you whispered as you lean in, hands leaving the unwieldy sweater to thread through his hair, messing it up to your heart's content after he slicked it to the side. you taste sweet, like chocolate and caramel-- he must've missed the advent sweet for today.

his only response is a small hum— you can feel the vibration, so you chuckle again and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling away breathless from the kiss to knock your forehead against his, gazing into his eyes. there's an undeniable well of warmth behind your gorgeous irises; if he had the time, he'd get himself lost in them.

"good, because i have socks on the backburner and you'll be getting a scarf next."

whenever the lights are off, kento knows you've gone to bed already, without him. but he thinks he could get used to scratchy, hand-knit clothing if it means they'll always be on and waiting for him after a long day of dreaming in front of a desk, all about your smile.

not proofread my (riaki) stuff. don't repost and/or plagiarize !

[nylwnder]

[catnpc]

merry christmas! 🍃⛄️🎄

[tiger-balm]

What happens when you ask Easton Cowan and Fraser Minten to decorate a gingerbread house?

[cashewbenoit]

max wishing bert a very hatty happy birthday

[flowerishness]

Merry Christmas

Today is Christmas Eve and it seems appropriate to end this seven day tour of our floral tea cup collection on a festive note. Merry Christmas to all you folks and I hope you have much happiness in the New Year. As for me, I'm going to go and make myself a nice cup of tea.

Cheers.

"A Cup of Christmas Tea" bone china, Waldman House Inc, Taiwan ROC, 1995

[em-ptynet]

😋 | cbj vs tor 12/23/23

[padawansuggest]

Just because Obi-Wan is pregnant/sick/whatever your fetish is, doesn’t mean he has to give up caffeine, not all tea has caffeine in it. He could go herbal. He could go rooibos crazy and use the time without caffeine to find the perfect blend of tea to additives that he’ll love forever. He could have -*gags*- peppermint, he could have decaf black, he could have minimal caffeine white tea if he can have a small amount, he could have so much. Y’all ain’t know shit about tea and he doesn’t have to full stop his tea if he’s pregnant or sick or fuckin dying or whatever your fetish of the month is. You can make tea with cocoa, and I mean multiple types of that. You can also buy things like rose hips and orange peel shavings and vanilla pods and lemon shavings, ginger pieces, all this other shit. I think you could hand him some super high class caffeine free or low caffeine tea bases (loose leaf for his sensibilities obviously) and then a package of additives and he’ll just go crazy methodically trying new blends every time he wants tea and it’ll put some pep in his step to get to try lots of fancy things.

Is he super tired tho?? Yeah probably.

[queer-wizard]

More school slasher doodles + shading practice

[diisappear]

I hate red.

[annieqattheperipheral]

Dec 23, 2016 | clip from Road to the NHL Outdoor Classics - Episode 2

this is too precious a relic (thanks to @worldofgayhockey for uncovering it) from the depths of baby leaf core (+ hyman) to not devote its own post to and with trade talks swirling rn about busting it all up (😭😭😭) pls let us bask in christmas in july may

everything is so insanely sweet and hilarious with all of their drastically different personalities... and the absolutely most mortifying and endearing last bit there with the teenage girls losing their minds over boyband cute willy-- but rly the way mitchy and the rest understandably quietly inch away to give the girls the actual photo they want😂🥹

[weepingfoxfury]

Wind is picking up, orange and yellow weather warnings across the Emerald Isle. Time to batten the hatches, man the lifeboats and put on your water wings! There's leaves flying everywhere and I'm sincerely hoping to see some silly person using a leaf blower picked up by the next gust and blown into the next County! ;-D

In other news ... Busterson should be coming home today. Hooray! My biggest 7.7kg kitty cat has been staying at the 'Ritz' for the past two nights due to problems with an enlarged heart and fluid build up. Fingers crossed that he's now stable and his new medication will do the trick and he has some more happy days ahead of him ... though he still won't appreciate being on a diet.

Had to hit the shiny metropolis yesterday. Not fun at the best of times ... even less fun on a Friday. Busy, busy, busy! Halloween decorations to the left of me and Christmas decorations to the right ... next thing you know I'll be seeing the Easter bunny clad in a Valentine costume bringing me my post.

Time for this Victor Meldrew to sign off and go get breakfast ... wish me luck ... I may just find Santa Claus eating my porridge in the kitchen! ...

[lifeinspired4u]

[anonzentimes]

hi there!!! I made this blog so I could ramble without fear :)

You can call me Zen!

Fair warning will overly post since this IS a safe space and random thoughts blog lol

Originally I made my blog with an "anonymous" name that's pretty easy to figure out is me but pretends the account is anonymous so I could begin to be myself more and say the things I want to without being embarrassed. It worked so well and I am extremely happy with this blog. Because of this, this blog remains where I post anything I want to say instead of my main. I kept the handle the same so that's why this blog has "anonzentimes" instead of "chlozentime"

My main blog @chlozentimes is used for giving updates on my youtube videos or other creations!

if you want to use pronouns to refer to me please use she/her :D

• Interests

Danganronpa, Splatoon, Sonic the Hedgehog, Rain Code, Stardew Valley, Animal Crossing, Nightmare Before Christmas, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Murder Drones, Demon Slayer, Alien Stage, and a lot more stuff! (I talk about whatever to get rid of excess energy but for the most part you’ll probably see me reblog stuff from this list Lol)

• Favorite Characters

Nagito Komaeda, Shadow the Hedgehog, Haruhi Fujioka, Mio Naganohara, Serial Designation N, Hajime Hinata, Sonic The Hedgehog, Tanjiro Kamado, Nano Shinonoame, Miriam from Wandersong, and a lot more as well!!! play wandersong this is a playful threat It’s my favorite indie game.

• Otps

Komahina, Sonadow, Nuzi, and Pearlina :)

I ramble a lot and express my love for Nagito Komaeda a lot here so warning for spoilers for the Danganronpa franchise!! :P

[timmurleyart]

Leaf pile dance. 🌾🧡💛❤️🥜🍁🍂