Iβm going to go on hiatus for the time being. Iβm really busy w real life stuff and I donβt have the energy to be on here as of now. See you when I see you ! <3
Archived blog. Thanks for the memories in this brief time. I'll continue writing but not here, and not sure if ever again on tumblr. If you ever come across a story that seems familiar to you, who knows, it might be me. Thank you for the time spent together and take care, everyone. I'm not deleting the blog, you are free to browse around if you'd like
Iβm going to go on hiatus for the time being. Iβm really busy w real life stuff and I donβt have the energy to be on here as of now. See you when I see you ! <3
a lot of people seem confused by this post so iβll clarify: this does not have to mean youβre romantically involved w your friends. you can love them very intensely but platonically. you can let the lines blur if you want. what matters is that you adore the ppl you choose to surround yourself with. the details of that arenβt so important as long as you and your friends are on the same page about it. hope this helps
okay so my dream wedding would be something quite small and cozy, w only my closest friends and family. i would like it to be at sunset, somewhere w lots of trees (especially maple trees bc being in love w kazuha is my only personality atp) and nature. my dress would probably be something nymph-like, lacy and w see-through overlaying, probably not v revealing on the front but w my back bareβ¦ and iβd definitely have some red accessory to match kazuha hehe π₯° it would a casual, comfy wedding, nothing too over the top or super fancy, just a get together w cherished ppl and tasty food. bc itβs in the forest, thereβs probably butterflies and other animals around, like little foxes and birds ~
and that would be it, i believe ! i hope this is the correct way of asking and my apologies if i put too much info ! regardless, thank you so much and pls, take care, yeah? π
Notes:
The coziest wedding on Earth !
I chose to set it autumn bc aesthetic, and i love the idea of you guys giving out blankets for guests to use during the ceremony !
You guys also have an able cider bar to help keep warm !
notes; a little different from my usual stuff I know, but Iβm having a bad night. I was thinking about Albedo while I was writing this, but really this could be anyone. Iβm not sure how to tag this. Maybe Iβll just use the general ones and not character specific. Or I can add some x reader tags of characters I think would do this. Unsure. I hope this brings you some comfort.
cw/tw; existential thoughts, sentences that might refer to bad mental health. This is more of a vent post, but with a comfort character. So, please be cautious if you canβt handle hurt/comfort stuff. Not proof read, kind of short.
reblogs really help with interaction so they are highly appreciated, as well as comments :)
Itβs cosy. The blanket around you feels snug, the gentle sound of rainfall against your window calms the storm raging in your head. Peaceful, and comforting. And yet, even though your eyes were drooping closed, you couldnβt bring yourself to sleep. Every time you would start drifting off, another thought stuck itself deep in your head, like a stubborn, jagged thorn.
Even though things seemed to be going in the right direction for you, you couldnβt help but wonder if it really was what it seemed. Was it too good to be true after a lifetime of disappointment? Your fingers twitched, curling tighter around the softness of the fabric wrapped around your body. Sometimes, you felt so small, so insignificant compared to the vastness of the universe. What were you in this sea of people? How beautiful were you really, compared to the perfect roses sprouting the garden, when all you were was some shrivelled up dandelion? The lullaby the earth was playing for you outside of your home was only so effective, against the never ending nightmare you seemed to be facing.
The door creaks open slowly, gentle footsteps beginning to make their way to the edge of the bed. You close your eyes - itβs easier than being awake and trying to explain this feeling. A hand rests on top of your head, brushing away the stray hairs in front of your face. A familiar scent invades your senses; not too strong, but potent enough to make it seem like it was wrapping around your body, encasing you in a warm hug.
βI know youβre not awake right now,β He finally whispers, his fingers now threading through your hair lightly.
βBut I want to tell you how proud I am of you.β If he feels you stiffen under his hand, he pretends not to notice.
βEven though you havenβt seen your progress, I have. And youβre doing so well. And sometimesβ¦ Life is hard. Thereβs challenges we have to face, storms we have to brave, difficult paths we have to take. And yetβ¦β The weight shifts on the bed, and you do your best to keep up the facade of sleeping when you knew he was sitting beside you. βYou continue to amaze me, because without fail, you succeed every time. You can do this, because youβve done it before. Thereβs nothing you canβt do.β
Even though you do not reply, he lets out a soft, breathy chuckle. βAnd I will be here with you, holding your hand through it all.β Soft lips pressed against the skin on your forehead, and you couldnβt help the smile that broke out on your face.
βSleep well, my love.β Your dreams have never been sweeter.
Send this to ten other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the game going, make someone smile!!! β‘β‘β‘
suzy, love !! aaaaaa thank you sm for this super sweet ask π₯Ίπ«Άπ»
right back at you and tagging some ppl that make my days better on here (bc iβm low energy hfhfjs so this is faster)
@bunny-rambles (sheβs my best friend and the xiao to my venti <3, everyone go follow and support her for a strawberry kiss on the cheek ehe) @alatusprinz @kyanma137 @hengdans @cweampup @pu-re-love @scaranya @sweetflowertofu @herdrops @the-travelling-witch (ik weβre not moots but i adore your writing ! i hope i didnβt bother much w this tag π)
if anyone would rather not be tagged, please let me know !
Thinking about men who understand that physical touch is your love language and let you get away with anything. You wanna hold hands while heβs reading? He can hold the book in one hand. You pinch his cheeks and he doesnβt try to pull away, just blushes as you call him cute. He thinks it's adorable when you put your hand in his pocket or fingers through his belt loop while youβre waiting in line. He wears the little bites you give him out of cute aggression like a badge of honor. He lets out the cutest little yelp when you smack his ass as you pass behind him, but he doesnβt tell you to stop. Doesnβt mind when your bites move to more visible places and get a little harder. His cock jumps when you twist and suck on his nipples. He lets out the prettiest moans when you lazily suck his cock like a pacifier. His body trembles when you slip your fingers into his hole with his cock still in your mouth. He loves that his body is your stress ball, your fidget toy. Just as long as you donβt mind that you're his as well.
CW. fem!reader. established relationship. long hair. reader has hair. selfship coded but open to be x reader. a drabble/hc so itβs not going to be perfect. messy. itβs all over the place.
a headcanon i made for jing yuan is that he asks to do your hair. no matter if it were a simple ponytail, he would always ask you with a sloppy grin. ready to give his assistance when needed. he thinks your hair is beautiful, smells good, and itβs perfect in its own way. he would teach himself how to do braids and even french braids. jing yuan wants to impress you, showing you that he can do your hair just as good as you can.
when he is out and about, he buys small ribbons for you to wear in your hair. he even wants to have matching ribbons for certain occasions. he wants everyone to know that you were his. jing yuan knows youβll give in into his silly antics that involves your hair.
he loves it when you play with his own hair. letting you add tiny braids that are hidden from the eye of the public. the only one who knew of these two braids was yanqing but thatβs only because he has one too. you added two jewels at the ends of the braids, a jewel that was a family heirloom and you wore one around your neck. jing yuan calls it your proposal but it were to protect him during battle. playing with hair will make him fall asleep in your lap easily, fingers lazily combing through his hair as he snores quietly.
frankly, having mutuals has ruined me. i can't see a train without immediately going "ohh, my train mutual would love this," or hearing someone talk about a celebrity without going "that's the man my mutual wants to tie up and put in a deep fryer."
summary: meeting the handsome guy from the shop next door doesn't go quite as you expect it to
pairing: tattoo artist! kazuha x florist gn! reader
warnings: none except for kazuha himself, just pure fluff
modern au series || genshin impact masterlist
The breeze gently swayed the wind chimes decorating your humble flower shop as you rearranged some of the bigger plants. Despite the warm spring weather and bright sun, it was a tranquil day at the shop. With no holiday around the corner, people werenβt exactly barging down your door at this time of day.
As you were about to repot some of the flowers which had grown too big for their respective pots, your doorbell signalled a customer entering. Quickly, you made your way over into your sales area. In the middle of your shop stood a white-haired man, his mask pulled down and hair tied into a ponytail. When he turned to you, a red streak among the white caught your attention, as well as a few piercings. You couldnβt recall seeing him here before but he seemed somewhat familiar anyway.
βHi there, how may I help you?β you greeted cheerfully.
βHello,β he replied warmly, crimson eyes forming crescents as he smiled. In the back of your mind, you noted how beautiful he was. βI was looking for a bouquet or maybe a small potted plant, Iβm not quite sure yet. Itβs supposed to be a gift. Do you have anything youβd recommend?β
βSure, please take a look over here.β You walked him over to a small area of potted plants sitting in aesthetically decorated pots. βPersonally, I prefer gifting plants like these over cut flowers. Not only do they last a lot longer, theyβre also easy to care for. In the end, the choice is yours though, and Iβd be happy to show you the already arranged bouquets or bind a unique one for you.β
βThank you very much, these are perfect though. My mother has a thing for house plants,β he chuckled. Ah, so it was a present for his mother. βOh, is that a maple leaf over there?β
Stepping aside to let him take a closer look, you nodded. βIt is, nicely spotted. I think they make for great decorative elements, given their striking colour.β
βIt happens that Iβm quite fond of them, too.β The man rolled up the left sleeve of his white jacket to reveal an intricate tattoo sleeve of what appeared to be maple leafs swirling in the wind. βThey remind me of home.β
βWow,β you said, in awe at the artwork, βthat is amazing. Whoever drew this must be seriously talented.β
βYeah, Xiao put his all into this. I drew the actual piece though, so Iβm giving myself some credit here,β he sheepishly confessed and scratched his neck. βAh, Xiao is my colleague. We actually work at the studio next door.β
βSo thatβs why I thought I had seen you before. Itβs nice to meet you, neighbour,β you laughed before giving him your name.
βWhat a beautiful name, it suits you well.β The melodic lilt of his smooth voice made heat creep up your neck. βMy name is Kazuha.β
For a moment, neither of you said anything and it seemed as though the world had stopped as you watched the sunlight break in his crimson eyes. Then with a snap, you remembered where you were and why you were there. You quickly cleared your throat and held up the small plant to him.
βIs this going to be your choice then or would you rather look around a little longer?β
βAs much as Iβd love to have an excuse to stay, I do think sheβd like this one very much,β he said. As you walked over to the register and checked out the plant, you tried not to think about his words too much, otherwise you might not have been able to do much else. When all was said and done, Kazuha pulled his mask up again, yet you could still see his smile beam from his eyes. βWell then, it was nice getting to know you. I hope weβll see each other more in the future.β
βI hope so too. Have a nice day and feel free to stop by whenever youβd like.β
The doorbell chimed again as Kazuha left with a small wave, which you returned shakily before you buried your face in your hands. Did this really just happen? Did this beautiful man say he wanted to see you again? Was he actually flirting or just being polite? You thought it best not to interpret too much into it, lest you get your hopes up, but your heart was beating out of your chest anyway.
You calmed down over the next few days, although the first couple of times a customer came in, your heart -the traitor- skipped a beat and you mentally kicked yourself for acting like a lovesick fool over a guy you had met once. Slowly but surely though, it was business as usual again and your encounter with him didnβt occupy the forefront of your mind anymore.
Until one afternoon, on which you were faced with striking crimson eyes, that was. You blinked a few times before your brain rebooted and you scrambled for something to say.
βK-Kazuha! Nice to see you again,β you greeted, not very professionally, might you add. βHere for another potted plant?β
Fortunately he chuckled about your clumsy attempt at a joke before gently shaking his head. βNo, not today. My mother was quite delighted though, so thank you very much for the recommendation.β
βNot at all, youβre the one who picked after all.β Hiding your fidgeting hands behind your back, you tried your best to hold eye contact. βWhat brings you here then?β
βAh you see, I'm here to ask a small favour.β At the curious tilt of your head, he continued. βI was wondering if I could stay here for a while to sketch. Last time I was here, I couldnβt help but feel inspired by all the beautiful flowers. I understand if you say no though.β
βNo,β you said immediately before catching yourself. βI mean, no, I donβt mind. Iβm very flattered actually. Just make yourself comfortable.β
With a warm βthank youβ, Kazuha settled in a sunny corner of your shop and pulled pencil and paper from his bag. At first you were a little nervous with him there, hyper-aware of your every movement, but it wasnβt long before you found comfort in his presence.Β
This became a regular occurrence afterwards. Kazuha would come over to draw whenever he didnβt have any clients booked as you went about your business, every now and then insisting to help you move a heavy pot to make himself useful. Somewhen down the line, he started bringing you coffee or take-out after learning your preferences and vehemently resisted having you pay him back. At one point, you started to wonder whether his coworkers missed him at all.
βTheyβll live without me,β he laughed. βAnd even if, itβs not like Iβm far away.β
Another major plus of having Kazuha around was getting a glimpse of his newest pieces, either through a peek over his shoulder or just straight-up asking him. There was something so vivid about his sketches, as if he transferred the vitality of the flowers directly onto the page and you were blown away every time.
One evening, you were sitting in your shop well after closing time. The two of you hadnβt planned to spend the night in, but as fate would have it, it started to heavily pour down as Kazuha was about to leave. So you, without any selfish ulterior motives, offered him to stay until the rain let up.
That was how you found yourself eating some of the pastries he had brought you earlier while Kazuha was drawing vines and flowers onto your arm after you asked him what kind of tattoo he thought would suit you. As he worked, it gave you a great opportunity to study him.Β
His light brows were slightly furrowed as he concentrated, his eyes firmly fixed on your skin and his teeth biting down on his plush bottom lip every other minute. The touch of his left hand, holding and angling your arm as he needed it, sent chills up your spine and the pressure from the pen felt more intimate than it should have. Your body was set ablaze with nerves almost as if you got a real tattoo.
All too soon, Kazuha withdrew the pen from your skin, kept his other hand, however, on your arm, sliding it down a little further so it rested almost over yours. His thumb traced some of the lines almost absentmindedly. If he kept this up, you were afraid youβd melt into a puddle right on the spot, not that that would be such a bad way to go out. Then, he slowly lifted his gaze to meet yours through his long lashes and your breath hitched. You were actually sitting across from some kind of ethereal being, you were sure of it.
βSo,β he started, voice low in the dimly lit shop, βwhat do you think?β
βI think itβs beautiful,β you replied without hesitation.
βIβm flattered, but perhaps,β he gave you a sly smile, βyou should take a look at the tattoo first?β
Heat bloomed on your cheeks as you averted your eyes. βAll your art is gorgeous though, itβs not like Iβd have to look to know itβs true,β you mumbled.
Kazuha wore his faint blush a lot more gracefully than you did as he too looked down to take in the lines on your skin in their entirety. The motive heβd chosen was a branch of flowers wrapping around your underarm, detailed and fine, despite the less than ideal equipment to work with. Between the petals, there was one or the other maple leaf peeking through, causing you to smile. You couldnβt help but wonder what it would look like if it was actually inked onto your skin.
βIt makes me happy to hear you have so much trust in me,β he genuinely said.
βLooks like I seriously have to think about getting a tattoo now,β you laughed, although there was actual seriousness bleeding into it. βPerhaps I should make an appointment withβ¦ what was his name? Xiao?β
βCome on, gorgeous, you canβt tease me like this,β he gasped in faux offence. βYou wouldnβt rob me of the honour of being the one to tattoo you, right?β
βI could never,β you breathed, goosebumps rising all over your arm from where he continued to touch you. And Kazuha seemed to notice it too.
βAre you cold? Here, have my jacket.β Before you could refuse, heβd already stepped around the table and draped the garment over your shoulders. You could feel his body heat still emanating from it, the pleasant scent of his cologne surrounding you. βWe wouldnβt want you catching a cold, would we?β
You hummed as a response, brain not procuring anything more profound at the newfound proximity. Just like the first time you met, you lost yourself in his swirling pools of maple but this time nothing was there to yank you back to stop you from drowning in them.Β
βHas anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?β Kazuha quietly asked, almost as if talking more to himself. βI truly canβt recall anything which could compare.β
βI can,β you countered. When he raised a brow, you continued. βHeβs standing right in front of me, actually.β
βI find that hard to believe,β he said fondly. One of the hands previously resting on your shoulders trailed over your skin, light as a feather, before cupping your cheek as if you were a delicate flower. βHopefully this is not too forward, butβ¦ May I kiss you?β
βIβd love nothing more.β
Guided by his hand, you rose from your seat to meet Kazuha halfway before closing your eyes. When your lips met, your first thought was how his lips were as pillowy soft as you imagined. Yours moved seamlessly against them, as if you had done this a hundred times already, yet it was still excitingly new at the same time. Threading your hand into the base of his snowy hair, you carefully tested the waters but were immediately rewarded with a blissful sigh and an arm wrapping around your waist, Kazuhaβs fingers splaying over the small of your back and pressing you impossible closer to his chest.Β
Only pulling back far enough to speak against your lips, half-lidded eyes gazed into yours as his thumb brushed your cheekbone like the wind caressed the leaves on a tree. βI almost donβt want to stop.β
βThen donβtβ, you whispered.
βYou have no idea what you do to me, love,β Kazuha groaned before diving back in, this time deepening the kiss almost immediately. Neither of you noticed, nor cared, that the rain had stopped a while ago, too lost in one another to think about much else.
But, quite unfortunately, both of you needed air to live, so you had to reluctantly part eventually. While you breathed heavily, trying to force oxygen back into your lungs, Kazuha peppered a myriad of playful kisses along your jaw and the side of your neck, your giggles reverberating around the shop at the tickling sensation. When he resurfaced, there was a bright spark in his eyes as he mirrored your smile.Β
βEven if this might not be the proper order in which to do this, Iβd love to take you out on a date one of these days,β he said, seeking out your hand with his and intertwining them. βAnd hopefully a second one after that.β
βA date, huh?β Running the hand still slung over his shoulder through his hair, you mused lightheartedly. βSounds like an awful lot of effort to get a new client to tattoo, donβt you think?β
βWhat can I say,β he played along, βIβm very devoted to the things I hold dear.β
βI donβt doubt that,β you said sincerely, catching on to the double meaning behind his words. βSeems as if I have fallen for your scheme then.Β
