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Exo: Their S/O Needs Love and Comfort

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long :( I hope you enjoy! x

Minseok (Xiumin)

—Luck just isn’t your best friend, is it? The day you forgot to bring an umbrella is the day mother nature decides to drop a huge rainfall in your city. You arrived home wet and shivering, not to mention your bag is dripping wet and your books (and gadgets) are all ruined. When you opened your cabinet to grab a new set of clothes, a huge spider appeared so you waited a little longer in your wet clothes for your boyfriend to come home. Once he did, he saw his girlfriend sitting on the floor soaked and coughing.

“Sweetheart what happened?“ he asked worriedly as he ran toward you with a blanket.

“I’m the unluckiest person in the world right now.“

Minseok released the spider outside (he didn’t have the heart to kill it) and made you a cup of coffee while you both cuddled in the couch. You laid your head on his lap as he played with your hair, singing you softly to sleep.

Junmyeon (Suho)

—You were quiet. Too quiet for Junmyeon’s liking. He knew something was wrong, but he couldn’t get the chance to ask. He was too worried you’d suddenly breakdown if he asks about what happened and he doesn’t want to see his love shed even a single tear. 

“Love, what do you call a fake noodle?“ he suddenly asks out of nowhere. 

You look up at him with tired eyes but managed to give a small smile. “What?“

“An…. IMPASTA!“ he joked. He had his two index fingers pointed at you whilst he waited for your reaction.

Yet, you only stared at him with a blank stare. “Wow.. I suddenly want noodles.” you whispered. 

“Then let’s get some noodles!“ That’s when Junmyeon realized there are two ways to cheer you up. Lame dad jokes, and comfort food. But the your real comfort was just the simple presence of your loving boyfriend, Junmyeon.

Yixing (Lay)

—You rarely show Yixing when you get upset. His heart is so soft and pure that whenever you feel an intense emotion, he feels it as well; and you don’t want him to feel bad. However, Yixing knows you too well that he instantly figured your negative emotion. “(Y/n), wanna go to the park and pet some random dogs?” Yixing asked. He already knows you were upset, so asking if you were okay will just be plain stupid. Instead, he thought of a way to make you feel better. Fresh air and dogs. 

How lucky are you to have a boyfriend as soft as Zhang Yixing.


—Nothing upsets you more than having important plans canceled, especially when they cancel last minute when you’re already dressed up and ready to go. Beakhyun sensed your frustration when he saw you sat on the edge of your bed and staring blankly at your cellphone. He knew you had plans today and he wondered why you haven’t left yet. “Sweetheart, don’t you have any plans today?” he asked. You look up at him and sighed. You told him about your postponed plan and complain how you spent 3 hours doing your make-up and finding the perfect outfit. 

To make you feel better, he offered to take you out for dinner at your favorite restaurant in the city. He wouldn’t shut up about how beautiful you looked that night.

Jongdae (Chen)

—What’s worst than being shouted at by your boss in front of many people? You can’t think of anything because all that’s in your head is how you want to punch your boss right in the face. You felt embarrassed, being randomly exposed about your mistakes in public making you look like a total idiot. Tears started to fill your eyes as you sat inside your office, trying hard not to show any emotions. But when your boyfriend suddenly called, you couldn’t help but let the tears fall freely while you told him about your horrible day. 

Jongdae felt bad he couldn’t be with you to comfort you. But your frustration was suddenly lifted when he started singing a soft melody to calm you down.


—You’ve always hated how sensitive you are. Even the slightest inconvenience upsets you, and your own sensitivity upsets you even more. So when you found out your favorite candy was out of stock at the grocery, you were in deep dismay. Chanyeol knew how much you loved that candy and he finds it adorable seeing you pout over a piece of dessert. 

“Ahh it’s just candy, (Y/n). We can buy next week.“ he said. Chanyeol wrapped his arms around you attempting to comfort you, but you only showed a sly smile. 

You felt someone shaking you awake, you didn’t realize you fell asleep. When you opened your eyes, you saw your boyfriend looking down at you with a big smile on his face. He lifted a small paper bag on his hand, “Here you go, princess. No need to be upset over candy. Go nuts.” 

Chanyeol left the house and searched for your favorite candy all over the city while you were sleeping. You now have your favorite sweets, your candy and Chanyeol. How lucky are you?

Kyungsoo (D.O.)

—You were so confident while taking your finals exams. You studied so hard to the point where you ignored everyone around you just to focus on your notes. But as soon as the results came out, all you could do was cry. You barely reached the passing grade of 80% and you didn’t know where you did wrong. You knew you did well but it seems like your best wasn’t enough.

Kyungsoo just arrived home when he saw you weeping in the living room. He saw your test paper crumpled on the floor and he already knew the bad news. “Love, it’s just an exam, you can always retake it. I’ll cook your favorite soup to calm you down. And maybe watch a comedy movie to put back that beautiful smile on your face okay?”

Jongin (Kai)

—”Sweetheart, can you please pick me up from work?” 

Jongin was so confused when you asked him to come and pick you up from work when you had your own car that you drove everyday, not to mention you called him 4 hours early from your usual leave. 

Jongin picked you up not longer later only to see you sitting on the side of the street with your legs pressed against your chest. He quickly ran up to you with a worried expression. “(Y/n)! What happened? Are you okay?” 

You told him about how you were fired from your job due to a rumor about you apparently “stealing” from the office. Without asking for your side of the story, your boss furiously fired you. Your boyfriend’s heart ached in the sight of you crying against his chest. 

To calm you down, Jongin took you to a long drive around the city with your favorite beats playing on the radio, his hand on the steering wheel and other on your thigh tracing random shapes to sooth you.


—Sehun rarely shows how affectionate he is. He usually expresses his love through playful teasing and jokes, but he knows how to show mild skinship when he feels cuddly. 

But when he saw you crying one night over your studies, he quickly turned into the most softhearted boyfriend. He quickly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to him. His hand softly massaged your back to relax you while he whispered sweet nothings to your ear. You cried on his shoulder while you poured your heart out and complained how fucked up the education system in your country is. Sehun only listened to your rants because he knew all you needed was someone to listen to you.

After you had your breakdown, he made you a cup of hot chocolate and a cozy blanket for the cold night.

Feel free to request!~


Barney’s her Hensel aka her soulmate.

Barney’s the one who comforted her the most he was always there for her no matter what you think Barney has always been there and she was there for him too. She’s the only one of the group to really care about Barney and she sees him as a person, her friend and she sees who he really is and doesn’t judge him or make fun of him or put him down in anyway. Barney’s, is not only her best friend but also her soulmate that’s a connection to someone that is so strong you don’t know how to control it because you can’t it’s just there. 

They, have chemistry sure and a sexual compatibility but their relationship is so much more than sex it’s passionate yes but they’re both passionate and enjoy casual sex but they’re in love it’s so much more than sexual and for Robin she found her Hensel, the One she can share things with, who she can be herself without judgement and the one who enjoys spending her time with. It’s real and it’s strong this connection has and will always been there between them, this is love NOT just sex and flirting it’s so much more.

Aww this one’s gon be cute as hell!!! Hope you enjoy! ~mun Ashe


-Shu: You’d dragged him to this softball game, but it was worth it to see you do that. He felt a bit of pride, if he was being honest.

-Reiji: He was very proud of how you excelled in everything and this was just further proof of how you do just that. He’d have to reward you accordingly.

-Ayato: He’s the best so of course he’s dating the best!!! He’s so proud of how awesome you are!

-Laito: Seeing you hit that homerun was sexy as hell! He was going to have to show you just how riled up you made him when you get home.

-Kanato: He and Teddy were cheering you on in the stands. Wow, his doll was beautiful AND strong? He’d reward you for a job well done with sweets.

-Subaru: Aggressively cheers for you and will punch anyone who heckles you from the stands. He’s literally one of the loudest people there.


-Ruki: He came to support, as he is not one for sports, but he’s damn happy he did. He was so proud of you in that moment. You’re going to get one hell of a reward when you get home.

-Kou: He came with a giant fucking sign with your face on it. He’s the second loudest there next to Subaru. He’s so proud he’s showering you with kisses afterwards.

-Yuma: Correction: he is the loudest. He fucking loses his shit when you hit a homerun and almost breaks your damn back afterward with his bear hug!

-Azusa: He’s also cheering in the stands, albeit in his own quiet, Azusa way. He’s elated when you hit that homerun and hugs the hell out of you after.

V As Your Younger Boyfriend~

Originally posted by jjks

- a sexy ass motherfucker

- enjoys making your heart race

- extra as fuck

- but back to cute in 0.5 seconds

- enjoys cuddling

- likes holding you

- just to seem more like a man

- also really likes to spoil you

- “More Gucci, Taehyung?” 

- “Gucci is the best.”

- always wants to make you smile

- takes you out on super romantic dates

- just to make up for the time he was gone

- or busy

- invites you to the studio to hang out with them all

- “Noona..!” 

- he is a beast in the bed

- gentleman in the streets

- demon in the sheets

- rarely ever submissive

- takes complete control whenever he can

- O R A L

- ohmygod he wouldn’t want to stop

- but besides sex

- he’d be super cute and would protect you from the dangers of this cruel world

- so love taehyung please


- uses it against you

- it’s your weakness with him

- “I love you, Noona!”

Chris Wood Appreciation Week: Day 7

Free choice: Rendition of Chris as a Jedi. Because Chris loves Star Wars I thought he would enjoy this.I did this initially for his fanbook for the London heroes fanfest which unfortunately didn’t work out as Chris was unable to attend but I still have hopes he will see it someday and all the love his fans have for him.

Special thanks to @angrydragonpuppy and @viianki who helped me with the edits and @actualpuppychriswood for the much needed moral boost. Inspired by original SW concept art by Ian McCraig.

Just wanted to share this with my Tumblr friends. I am not really an artist but tried my best for Chris!


Gavin didn’t know much about the concept of “home.” Growing up, he was lucky to consider what he had even a house, a dilapidated flat in the rough part of the inner city was where he used to lay his head for the vast majority of his life. There was no refuge there, no warmth or happiness or safety. Going “home” was synonymous with yelling and pain and so much fear that it just never seemed worth it.

It wasn’t always like that though. For 8 years of his life, he really was happy. In his grandfather’s little cottage in the outskirts of Oxfordshire, tucked far away from any neighbors, but Gavin could say he was never wanting for love or affection.

His grandfather–Nonno, he called him–was a kind man. Honest. Had worked and worked and worked until he could scrounge up enough money to move his family from their tiny town in Italy to the UK, and then worked until he no longer physically could. A man who had every reason to be jaded and bitter, having outlived his wife as well as their three children, but Gavin can not think of a single time when his Nonno was anything other than a sweet, kindhearted, happy-go-lucky fellow. Even when he became sick, when cancer and chemo ravaged his body from the inside out, left him pale and frail and a shadow of the man he had once been, he never once let his smile slip. A charmer, Gavin remembers the nurses all used to say with a fond grin when Gavin rushed straight from school to the hospital every few weeks for the next chemotherapy appointment.

There Nonno would be sat, in one of those cushy, reclining chairs that did nothing to mask the view of the bleak white walls or the smell of antiseptic or the image of his fragile grandfather attached to various leads and IVs all poking through his skin. Gavin would always feel sick looking at it. But Nonno would see him in the doorway, smile that bright, brilliant smile, and exclaim “Bambino! You are here!” in that heavily accented voice that never failed to put Gavin at ease.

Nonno had taught Gavin a few things in the years Gavin lived with him: work hard for the things you think are worth it, never be afraid of failure, and a home-cooked meal can cure all ailments.

Gavin didn’t believe the last one, as a young lad of 9 years, he couldn’t correlate Nonno’s favorite phrase with his inability to cure his cancer. But even a young Gavin couldn’t deny the look of utter joy Nonno always got when cooking. Or the look of pride when tasting something Gavin had cooked himself.

Those days in the kitchen, with Nonno patiently directing Gavin on how to spice something properly or the true Italian way to make pasta from scratch, were some of Gavin’s fondest memories. Now that, he will forever associate with home.

That’s what he thinks as he lugs out the old-fashioned pasta maker out from the cabinet and readies the dough he already rolled out. He works on autopilot, the heavy, warm smell of garlic and tomato enveloping him and reminding him of a simpler time.

“Whatcha doing, B?”

“Bugger me!” Gavin snaps, jumping a foot in the air, much to Dan’s amusement.

“Aw did I scare you, B? Sorry B!”

Gavin glares at him before pointedly returning to his work, cutting a long strip of dough to insert into the machine. Dan lets out another laugh and wraps his arms around Gavin’s waist, settling flush against Gavin’s back and resting his chin against his shoulder.


“Your observational skills are unparalleled, Daniel.”

Dan snorts and kisses Gavin behind the ear, grinning widely when Gavin instantly melts against him. He presses another kiss behind his ear and then moves to his cheek, and then the corner of his lips. He hums happily when Gavin sighs and turns in the circle of his arms to kiss him properly.

“You are an absolute menace, Daniel Gruchy.”

“Aw B, don’t be like that B!”

“Don’t be like what?” Meg asks as she walks into the kitchen, popping up on the counter next to the boys and puckering her lips for kisses. The boys easily oblige.

“B’s being a prick,” Dan whines instantly to her, nuzzling Gavin’s hair.

“And Dan’s being a twat.”

“Boys, boys, no fighting in the kitchen.” Meg leans over to the stove and lifts up one of the lids, inhaling deeply at the smell of homemade pasta sauce. She ladles a bit out, blows on it, and then sticks her pinky in. Gavin watches intently as her eyes close and she moans around her finger. “Fuck that’s good.”

“Yeah? Does it need anything?”

“Could do with a sprinkle more of oregano, but other than that–” she dips her finger again. “Ugh. Delicious.”

“Cheers, girl,” Gavin smiles. He moves for the cupboard, but finds himself completely stuck. “B, lemme go, I need to get the spices.”



“Nah,” Dan grins. “I demand payment.”

“I’m cooking for you, you spoiled wanker!”

“Mmmm, nope. Not appeased. Need more kisses.”

“Kisses eh?” Gavin turns fully in Dan’s hold, chest to chest, and grabs Dan’s face with his floury hands. When Dan sputters at the sudden onslaught of white powder, Gavin squeaks out a laugh and kisses his nose. “That enough payment for you luv?”

Dan splutters again and glares, wiping away frantically at the floury handprints on his face. Meg laughs hysterically, bent at the waist, and Dan turns his glare on her too.

“You’re both awful.”

“Naaaaaah,” Gavin laughs. Meg leans over for a high-five and then jumps down to skip over to the spice cabinet and pluck the dried oregano from the bottom shelf. She holds it out to Gavin but quickly draws back when he reaches for it.

“What about my payment?” She grins cheekily, which slips a moment later when she sees Gavin’s hand inch towards the flour. “NO, GAVIN I WILL–”

The flour collides with her forehead and she holds her breath as the dust blooms outward around her.

“Gavin?” She calls over the raucous laughter.

“Yes luv?”

“You know those knives you got me for my birthday?”

“Yes luv.”

“It’s going straight in your nose.”

“It’s a big enough target.”

“B! Traitor!”

It’s a free for all then, the pets wisely steering clear after the first time Hebe was nearly trounced by a baguette. By the end, all three are absolutely covered in powder and the floor is littered with cans and herbs and even more flour, laughter still ringing through the halls. Miraculously, the pasta sauce and fresh pasta remained untouched.

Gavin pulls himself upright, accepting the hand Dan extended and the tomato-y kiss with a wide grin.

“I’m not cleaning this,” Meg says immediately, picking basil stems out of her hair with a grimace. “Dibs on first shower!”

“Meg, no! I already called it!”

“Race ya, bitch!”

And once again, Gavin is left alone in the kitchen, beaming fondly after them. He shakes his head, picks some Parmesan from out of his ear, and returns back to work, readying the noodles to boil. By the time both Meg and Dan return from the bathroom, the food is complete.

They kiss his temple when he returns from his own quick shower, vow to clean up so he doesn’t have to, and they all relocate to the living room. There, with Gavin sat comfortably between his partners, the shitty movie Dan put on completely ignored in favor of digging into the delicious food, moans and compliments filling the air in between bites, Gavin realizes something.

He found home again.


I love happy endings!! Of course~ Thanks for the request :D I’m skipping to this request because it’s a continuation <3 Part 1 Again, this in inbetween headcanon and scenario style?? idk why sorry guys I just get carried away ^^” Hope you enjoy!! It’s long, so it’s under READ MORE.

It’s been 3 years since you lost your beloved to amnesia. Though you let him go, you never stopped thinking about him, never stopped missing him. You never fell in love with anyone else, either. Hizashi was the best support you could have asked for during these tough years; you two grew very close and became the best of friends.

Aizawa was happy with his new lover, though after a year or so the relationship began to crumble. He kept expecting things of his new s/o that they couldn’t give to him, and he began to wonder why he had these expectations in the first place. It was small things: he wanted to stay home from a party, they begged him to go out; they would get upset that he spent so much energy on his students and not enough time with them; and they absolutely despised cats with their entire being.

But why did he have these expectations in the first place? It definitely felt as though someone, through a thick veil of memory, had done all this with him before. Someone had been so understanding, so caring…


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This one is all yours (Grayson Dolan Imagine)~~Requested

Author’s Note: So this might not be the greatest, but I tried!! Reader and Grayson have been dating for 7 months and have a little disagreement on the readers relationship with her best friend who happens to be Grayson’s brother.  I hope you enjoy! xx

Word Count: 941

Warnings: One or two swear words

It has been one heck of a day, and all you wanted to do was go over to your boyfriend of 7 months apartment to cuddle and relax.  Of course Ethan would be there considering he is your boyfriend’s twin brother, but you just wanted Grayson.  Walking up to the door you were already starting to relax.  You knock on the door to have it opened by Ethan.  “Oh, hey Ethan.  Is Gray not home?  I can come back back another time,”  You say, already turning around to leave, but before you can Ethan grabs your arm.  “No, he’s here, he’s just in the shower.  We just got done filming next weeks video and it got pretty messy, “ he says with a chuckle.  “You’re welcome to come in and wait for him, it shouldn’t be too long.”  Already walking through the door you reply, “Thanks E.” 

 As you look around you notice the set up in the living room of pizza and video games.  You couldn’t help but laugh.  “You go make yourself at home, I’ll let Gray know you’re here,” Ethan says, jogging towards the bathroom.  You head over to the couch grabbing a slice of pizza before plopping onto the couch cushion.  “So… it might take him a while, his hair is coated in Vaseline and ketchup.  Don’t ask, you’ll have to wait until next week just like all of our fans do,” He adds, with a wink.  You roll your eyes, “fine.”  You look around the room finding a second controller, and then look to the tv screen, then to Ethan.  “What if I beat you in this round and then if I win you have to tell me about the video!”  Ethan looks at you pressing start, and yells, “Game ON!!”  you nudge him trying to distract him.  Both of you get engrossed in the game, trying to mess the other up with a nudge or shove, or covering their eyes.  Too busy laughing and watching the tv screen you both don’t notice Grayson watching you two with a look of pain, jealousy and anger on his face.

“BOOM!! I win!” Ethan yells, turning to you.  “Y/N, looks like you (**boops your nose**) have to wait until next week.” Setting the controller down you sit back and pout on the couch, “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”  You retort punching him in the arm.  “Oh is that how it’s gonna be??” Ethan says, putting you into a loose headlock and tousling your hair.  “STOP!!” you yell, laughing.  Turning your head towards the doorway away from Ethan you notice Grayson.  “Oh, hey babe!  I didn’t see you there!  Why don’t you come sit down, have a slice of pizza,” You suggest, scooting over and patting the now empty cushion between you and Ethan.  “No.  I can see you’re preoccupied,” Grayson replies coldly, glaring at Ethan then you before storming to the kitchen.  You look to Ethan, then get up, “I’ll be back.”  

Walking into the kitchen you see Grayson leaning against the counter, arms folded against his chest.  “Oh, now you have time for me Y/N?” he says angrily, not making eye contact with you.  “Babe, that’s why I came over!  For you!  I wanted to cuddle and relax with you, it has been a long day,” you say, walking over to him.  You put your hand on his bicep, only for him to shrug it off.  “Well why’d you come for me when it looked like Ethan was fulfilling your cuddling needs.  You seemed to be all over him,” He says, now looking at you with a stern look.  Not knowing what to say, you look away. “Why Y/N? Huh?” 

You speak up, “Babe-” 

“Quit calling me that.  It’s not the time.”

 “Grayson.  You were in the shower, what was I supposed to do?”

“Umm, how about not be all over my twin brother.”

“Grayson, seriously?  He is also my best friend, so what is your deal with it?” You say, a little louder, no longer staying calm.  “Y/N, I saw you, you were all up in his business.  If you like him so much why don’t you be with him,” You scoff at that remark.  “He’s obviously way smarter than me.  He’s even funnier, and all the girls love him.  I’m just Ethan’s dorky brother, with an obnoxious laugh,” he says, no longer angry but looking down at the floor, insecure. “Sometimes I don’t even know why a pretty girl like you goes for a guy like me,” he comments, almost inaudible as he turns around, putting his hands on the counter leaning against them.  You walk closer to him, leaning your head against his back and spreading your arms around his waist you say, “Grayson, those are the things that made me fall in love with you in the first place.  Your laugh is my most favorite thing about you.  It’s contagious, I know that when I am feeling down and need a good laugh I can come to you.  You have the greatest personality and you laugh all the time, which makes everyone around you want to join in laughing.  Maybe you think that Ethan is the guy that get’s all the girls, but he doesn’t have this one,” you turn Grayson around.  “This girl is all yours, and I am damn proud to be that girl.  Your girl.  Grayson Dolan’s girlfriend.”  With that Grayson leans down and places a sweet kiss on your lips.  “Y/N, have I told you how much I love you?”  

“Yes, and I can say the same,” you reply smirking, before pulling him in for another kiss.

Hope you enjoyed it :) Xx

“Bitch better have my money.” “Fight me, you attractive stranger.”

(( @maeinthecorner Yondu request.  Enjoy!   Sorry for the wait. ))

Many strange and odd tales float about in the galaxy.  One such fable speaks of six concentrated ingots knows as Infinity Gems.  Few knew the reality of their existence, and the hapless Ecletor crew fell in that category.  So, natrually when word reached the centurain captain that these stones were incredibly rare and highly prized well, it wasn’t difficult to prompt an investigation.  At worse, they’d find nothing, but at best he could amass a ridiculous amount of units by selling it to the highest bidder.  He just needed a little help from an old friend, and knew just the person for the job.




The planet was overcome with all sort of air pollution, the sky permanently yellowed by centuries of negligent behavior.  No evidence of indigenous flora or fauna could be seen, save the toughest of weeds and bothersome insects.  Shanty towns dotted the landscape, growing in complexity the closer one approached the lingering metropolises.  Crime was king here, and honestly a challenge of might was possibly the most civilized activity to be found for miles. As an ex brawler Yondu had a hunch such a tournament would attract you. After acquiring information from the locals, you were easily tracked down to a slapdash arena, full of raucous spectators. 

 A scantily clad Xandarian male strolls into the center of the crowd.

“Alright you bunch of miscreants, you know the drill: challengers entering the ring pay two thousand units for three rounds with the current champion.  Do we have any takers?”

One hand shoots up from Yondu’s troop, Taserface.  After the fees are in, the crowd turns quiet as you step out into the ring.  Upon seeing you Yondu’s expression contorts into one of smug satisfaction.

“There she is.  Shouldn’t we stop the fight?”

“She’ll be fine.”

“Then what are we waiting for?”  

Without further hesitation Taserface pushes himself to the ring’s interior.

“Fight me, you attractive stranger!”  He booms, pointing a gun in your general direction.  In response, you take four steps back, prompting the crowd to make room for the match to begin.




 And the crowd is roaring with excitement.  

“Y/n is the victor!   Collect your bets at the far east side.”

Yondu stands, gaze compelled and inquiring.  

“How the hell did she do that so fast…Uh, capt’n?”

Yondu was already making his way through the mob, silently following you into a sequestered corner. Guards stop him before entering your tent.  After hearing some commotion, you step outside and stop in your tracks.


“Listen, I ain’t here to figh-”

Landing a punch square on his jaw Yondu stumbles back.  Before landing another, a sharp whistle summons the captain’s infamous weapon thus preventing any further assault.

“You better have the units you stole from me, bitch.

Rubbing his jaw Yondu chuckles; you hadn’t changed at all.

“Now, now, easy sweetheart.  Why don’t we talk about it in private?”

“So, finally got my units?”

“Not yet, but that is why I’m here.  If you’re willing to partner up again, I could finally pay you back.”

Squinting you turn the offer over in your head.  You both didn’t exactly leave each other on good terms, and trusting Yondu farther then you could throw him was already in your roster of mistakes.  But he was still a friend, and despite any wrongdoing a small part of you was happy to see him.  Sighing you concede and motion for him to enter your tent, with the mental note of keeping a sharp eye on him.  Smiling Yondu strides in casually, close behind you.

“Doing pretty well for yourself, I see.”

Briefly his familiar scent wafts by, prompting a white-hot throb to surge through your abdomen.   Dammit.  After all this time his touch still lingered.  Quickly, you attempt to create distance by pouring yourself a drink.  His hand reaches around your waist, covers the glass’ rim forcing you to drop it.  Tilting your head back you release a shaky breath at the sensation of his under inching underneath your shirt.  Briefly coming to your senses, you tug his hand away.  As if it was rehearsed, his hand firmly grabs your hip, spins you around and pins your arms close to his chest.  He slides his hand down your pants. Inserting one finger between your folds he begins tease, enjoying the look of pure need now furrowing your brow.  Your pussy felt like a blur of heat and wetness with each passing second.  Letting out a shuddering breath, you buck your hips against his hand.

“Fuck me,” you hoarsely croak out. Yondu can’t help but smile at the comment.  He relents and pulls his hand back, observing the slickness now coating his fingers.

“Damn, you missed me this much?”

Rolling your eyes, you huff.  

The familiar feeling regret already setting in.

Lee Jihoon - When the Cherry Blossoms Fade

So this is a one-shot staring my favorite Lee Jihoon. I started out writing Woozi one-shots and I’ve just really missed it, but this is a little different from my typical Woozi fics. I like to draw inspiration from song titles or album titles, so this one comes from Jinyoung’s song for I.O.I, When the Cherry Blossoms Fade. The story doesn’t match the lyrics, but I hope you enjoy.

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Jihoon, Soojin (OC), Jeonghan, Junhui

Description: Jihoon owned the floristry that his parens started called Love & Letter Flower Shop. Home to the most beautiful flowers in Seoul, Jihoon knew it also held some of the best stories. Unfortunately, he'd never been one to be that great with customers. Until one day, when Soojin came in asking where the sunflowers were…

“Morning boss!”

Startled, Jihoon turned around to find a brown-haired boy nicely wrapped up in a tan coat walking down the sidewalk. He was so busy polishing the front door, he wasn’t expecting anyone to come by. But for some reason, it was impossible for Jihoon to ever be prepared for Jeonghan’s presence. “I told you, you really don’t have to call me that.”

With a flashy smile, Jeonghan joined him at the storefront. “Ahh, but it’s just so fun, boss,” he said playfully.

Jihoon rolled his eyes but managed to grin. “Morning to you too. Thanks for coming so early.”

“Are you kidding me?” Jeonghan said as he opened the door to go inside. A faint ding! went off as he walked in. “I love the morning shift. Happy things happen in the morning. It’s evenings that you start to get scared.”

Propping the door open with his foot, Jihoon lightly laughed. Standing there, he glanced around at all the flowers that didn’t know it was almost time to wake up. The world was still grey at 6am in the spring, but it was a nice grey. A damp grey that kept all the flowers fresh and bright, adding an appropriate hint of color. Jihoon smiled to himself before following Jeonghan inside. “Yeah, mornings are definitely the best.”

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so i just wanted to make a post with all of my favorite Bakugou moments

(this was gonna be a post about bakugou-isms. like. moments where bakugou has said/done something inspiring or wise. but. ended up getting carried away jkl;agha)

anyway i apologize because. this is gonna be long

1. Bakugou declaring that he refuses to lose to anyone again, recognizing that there are other people who are stronger than him that he needs to surpass.

i just really enjoy this moment, because it was a big wake-up call for his character to realize that he isn’t the best, there are people in the world who can surpass him, and that he needs to work harder to reach his goals. the world isn’t as black and white as he thought, and it’s his first step to his major development later on.

2. Bakugou calmly analyzing the situation at USJ 

i really like this moment b/c it’s s fascinating to watch Bakugou explain that none of their classmates are in danger, and that they should instead go and capture Black Mist, because he’s how the Villains got in in the first place. 

it shows that he’s far more than just a violent, angry, rage machine. underneath it all, he’s actually far more intelligent than he seems, and this scene is one of the first that really showcases that

(this is also the moment where Kirishima finally begins to trust him; before this, he was really wary of Bakugou because of how violently he went after Izuku during the Heroes vs. Villains exams (he was seriously worried that Bakugou would kill Izuku). it’s only after this moment where Kirishima changes his initial opinion of Bakugou and begins to trust him)

3. Bakugou explaining that a quirk is nothing more than an extension of a person’s body

i just really love that, of all the characters to do this, it’s Bakugou that explains that even quirks have their limits. it’s a very introspective moment that reminds the audience that these amazing powers aren’t limitless, and that even Bakugou, despite his pride and stubbornness, knows he has limits to what he can do



5. Bakugou acknowledging Uraraka’s strength 

PRETTY SELF EXPLANATORY, TBH. i love how he refuses to cal her weak in any capacity, defending her against Kaminari’s words. he fought her. he knows better than anyone here that she is anything but weak. and this is the first moment where he’s vocally defending another person, which i love b/c it’s another step in his character development

6. Bakugou telling off Todoroki for standing before him without the intent to win

this scene really shows a lot of what motivates Bakugou’s character. He wants to win against Todoroki–who’s one of the strongest in the class–and prove himself as the best. But Todoroki isn’t really fighting back, because he’s going through personal issues, which is understandable and under no fault of his own.

tbh, i think it’s an interesting point to think about, because everyone at the Sports Festival is here to win. they’re all trying their best–Bakugou, Izuku, Uraraka (who Bakugou even alludes to in his rant above), Momo, etc. and it is kind of insulting to fight someone who isn’t even really trying to fight back against you in a tournament where that’s the entire purpose of it all. 

that’s why Bakugou fought so hard against all of his opponents, because they all got to this level. he’s showing them respect by not going easy on them. and Bakugou finds it extremely insulting that Todoroki isn’t. i just find it a fascinating aspect to his character. it’s kind of an off-shoot of a ‘warrior’s code’ sort of thing

7. Bakugou refusing to accept his win at the Sports Festival 

again, i think it shows an interesting aspect of his character, because he feels like this win wasn’t deserved, because Todoroki didn’t give it his all. it’s a hollow win, and Bakugou knows it, and he refuses to accept it. 

8. the strength of Bakugou’s ideal of what a hero should be and his SHEER GODDAMN TENACITY DURING THE END OF TERM EXAM

I just love that his ideal of what a hero should be is based on All Might, the ultimate hero, who NEVER loses. this his why he became a hero in the first place, this is what motivates him in everything he does. to Bakugou, real heroes never lose, so he absolutely has to win. always.

and i love how he just refuses to give up–maybe it’s not always the greatest thing (pushing himself too far and all) but i find that really admirable too. no matter what, he just refuses to give up, and i love that (even if it isn’t exactly the best thing sometimes). he’s gonna do everything in his power to win, because that’s what heroes do, and nothing short of being knocked unconscious is gonna stop him.

9. Bakugou absolutely fucking REFUSING to join the Villain Alliance, practically BLOWING SHIGARAKI’S FACE UP WHILE DOING SO, because no matter what they say, he’s going to be a HERO, and goddammit. 

he was inspired by All Might, that’s the person who motivated him to become a hero in the first place, that’s the person who he’s admired since he was a child, and the person he wants to become like. and nothing in this world is going to change that.

10. Bakugou refusing to lie, even when he’s been kidnapped and surrounded by villains. 

i just find it fascinating that this is one of his personal morals, and that he (like All Might) doesn’t lie. he may be in denial more often than not, but he never lies. 

11. Aizawa defending Bakugou against the reporters

i just love how Aizawa understands Bakugou, how he realizes that Bakugou is no way in danger of becoming a villain. how Bakugou’s motivations come from an different place entirely. how it all comes from his ideal of strength, and of what a hero should be. i just really love that. 

12. Bakugou thanking All Might for saving him.

this is the third time All Might saved Bakugou. the first time, in chapter one, Bakugou was in complete denial. he didn’t need saving. he didn’t need anyone. how dare anyone think he needed rescuing?

the second time, at the Villain’s Alliance base, he was, again, in denial. he didn’t need All Might to come save him; even if he was happy and relieved that All Might was there, he wasn’t gonna admit to it. no way. absolutely not.

the third time… All Might saved him (and everyone at Kamino) by fighting against AFO. by refusing to go down. by using the last of his strength to defeat AFO, revealing his secret to the world, giving up OFA, and retiring for good. 

Bakugou feels guilty for this. he feels like the cause of All Might’s retirement. for getting kidnapped in the first place. for not being strong enough to save himself. so this time, he’s without denial or bluster. instead, he quietly thanks All Might for saving him, because he knows what All Might gave up to do it.

it’s a big moment of character growth for him. prior to all of that, Bakugou never would’ve done that. but the weight of All Might’s sacrifice was just too much, it humbled him. he couldn’t deny it anymore. so he sincerely thanked All Might for saving him, for the first time, quietly admitting to his weakness.

13. Bakugou giving Kirishima back the money he used to buy the night vision goggles for the rescue mission (learning about it from Kaminari), while also cheering the class up after Aizawa scolded them, by making Kaminari fry his brain and making them all laugh. 

just… what a fantastic moment of character growth from Bakugou. he felt guilty for Kirishima using his money to buy those goggles (which ended up getting destroyed during the mission), and he feels bad for being the reason why class getting reprimanded in the first place. so he fixes both situations as best he can, while still being his gruff, grumpy self. 

he gives back the money, and cheers the class up at the same time. and Aizawa totally catches onto it, too. “A farce like this has it’s place once in a while, I suppose.” it just shows that Bakguou actually does care about his class, Kirishima in particular. 

it shows that he cares his friends and his class, and i love that

14. Kaminari talking about Bakugou during the Provisional License Exam 

Kaminari mentions how the insulting words Seiji is throwing at them stings, and Sejii assumes Kaminari is talking about himself. he isn’t. Kaminari corrects him while throwing one of Bakugou’s grenades, which gives a visual cue of who he’s talking about. Bakugou.

Bakugou got angry at Seiji’s words. he charged in recklessly because he couldn’t stand the insults to UA anymore. he got upset at hearing the people he cares about be insulted. and then Kaminari goes on to say/think about how Bakugou wasn’t using the full force of his attacks. 

he was purposefully using lower-powered blasts in order to keep Kirishima and Kaminari safe. he purposefully put himself at a disadvantage just so he wouldn’t accidentally hurt them with the force of his attacks. 

Kaminari realizes this and praises Bakugou, defends him against Seiji’s words. he may not have the kindest or sweetest personality, but he’s serious about being a hero. he’s serious about keeping them safe. he’s serious about everything, and he can’t stand hearing Seiji insult him, the people he cares about, or UA.

15. Bakugou’s guilt at causing All Might’s retirement.

oh my god, save this child. save him. he completely, totally blames himself for causing the person he admires the most, the person who inspired him to become a hero, the man who’s motivated him since he was a child, to fall.

he’s just 15. he’s just a child. and he feels guilty for this, he’s feeling the full weight of it on his shoulders, breaking down from it all, and he doesn’t know how to handle it. he’s scared. he’s terrified. he feels horrible. the number 1 hero in the world was forced to retire and it’s all his fault

he’s been blaming himself for this for weeks. he’s just a child. he isn’t responsible for any of it, but he feels like he is. if only he were stronger, if only he got away on his own power, if only he did this or that, maybe All Might would still be a hero. if only he wasn’t so weak.

i love this moment, as painful as it is, because it shows just how human Bakugou is. it shows that he really is just a child dealing with horrible guilt, among other emotional issues (feeling like Izuku was looking down at him for all these years, being terrified that Izuku could one day surpass him, realizing that All Might acknowledged Izuku over him, having a superiority and inferiority complex that just exploded, feeling desperate for an answer over what he should do, and who was right in how they admired All Might (Bakugou for how he always wins, Izuku for how he always saves people with a smile, etc)).

in the end, he’s still just a child. a child dealing with so much more than he ever let on until this fight, where it all exploded out of him, because he just didn’t know how to handle them. he couldn’t bottle it up anymore. 

(i will never, ever excuse or justify any of the horrible things Bakugou did in the past. what he did was inexcusable. but god.. he’s still just a child.)

i love this moment because he’s so scared, terrified, upset, confused, desperate and just so damn human in this moment, and i love it. he’s not just an angry kid. he’s not just a violent, rage machine. there are so many emotions that drive him and i love it so much.

16. Bakugou supporting Izuku after their fight

i just…. really love this. Bakugou has had so many issues with Izuku in the past, many of them stemming from misunderstandings. as mentioned above, he thought Izuku was looking down on him. he was terrified of Izuku’s growth, feared that one day he could actually surpass him one day. but now they’ve talked. now they understand each other better. now Izuku has the support of All Might… and he can’t be losing. 

(and again, none of those reasons justify what Bakugou did to Izuku for those ten years. but they explain why he did it in the first place. i just want to emphasize that) 

to Bakugou, real heroes never lose. Bakugou is applying that to Izuku, now. he’s got the greatest hero in the world helping him, and he can’t be losing. Bakugou, in his own way, is supporting Izuku. it’s one of the biggest moments of character growth for him. for the longest time, he was terrified of Izuku. scared he’d be left behind while Izuku grew stronger. but now he’s putting that aside. 

Izuku has All Might’s power. he has All Might’s support. they both admired him… and now Izuku is being supported by him. so now Bakugou will, too.

Izuku has the greatest hero in the world looking after him. he can’t be losing now. not anymore.

17. Bakugou encouraging Kirishima

i just…. look at how far Bakugou has come. he went from being terrified of others being better than him–of not being as great as he grew up believing–and now he’s supporting Izuku (the person who scared and frustrated him the most), and now he’s actively giving encouragement and helping his friend. 

hell. Bakugou has friends now. he didn’t have any at the beginning of the series; he was to full of pride to see anything but  himself. but now he does, and he’s giving them encouragement. giving Kirishima encouragement. and he’s doing so by drawing from the Kamino incident, the very incident that gave him so much guilt and confusion and pain. the incident that probably gave him nightmares for who knows how long. 

he’s bringing up that incident to comfort and support and encourage his friend. he’s talking about how there are different kinds of strength out there–that just refusing to go down is it’s own strength. this from the kid who’s entire philosophy on heroism is to never lose. 

he’s not scared of being surpassed. he’s got friends now. he’s helping and supporting them in his own way. he’s not afraid to think of the very incident that caused him so much pain; he’s healing from it, slowly. he’s learned from it. he’s slowly accepting that it wasn’t his fault. he’s admitting that there are other kinds of strength out there, besides just winning. it’s about refusing to go down (like All Might did at Kamino). 

this is one of my favorite moments, even tho it’s so short, because it’s a culmination of Bakugou’s character development so far in the story. it’s a small moment, but it wouldn’t mean anything without the hundred or so chapters proceeding it, showing all of Bakugou’s complexities, and all of his personal issues, motivations, emotional struggles, etc. 

this moment is great because it shows just how far Bakugou has come since chapter one. he’s almost a completely different character than who he was, where he began. and that’s why i love it so much

long story short Bakugou is an incredibly complex kid and i love him a lot

related meta:

[you can find more Bakugou meta here]

It was three days into their stay in Thailand when Yuuri finally woke up earlier than Viktor.

He savoured those times, they happened so rarely. Viktor was often out of bed before Yuuri had even started to stir. Like this he had unimpeded time to study the small flutters of his eyelashes, the slight furrow on his brow that disappeared when Yuuri ran a comforting hand down his side, how his arms tightened around Yuuri when he shifted to keep him in place.

He could never look enough. No matter how much, how often, it would never be enough. Gently, still careful about not waking him, he ran the tips of his fingers from the cut of his jaw, the graceful line of his neck, and over his shoulders before pausing. Viktor sighed. Accent thicker from having just woken up, he asked, “I was enjoying that. Why did you stop?”

Yuuri didn’t answer, still staring at the skin of his shoulders. “Yuuri?”

“You have freckles,” he said, hearing the quiet awe in his voice.

Viktor took his right hand where it was motionless on his shoulder and kissed it, his eyes sliding shut again. “Mm. Only if I’ve been in the sun too long.”

He was saying it so casually, as if it wasn’t one of the best things Yuuri had ever learnt. Granted, he thought that of most mundane things he learnt about Viktor, but it wasn’t as if he wanted to stop. He considered kissing them all one by one, even if there were so many it would probably take hours. Reluctantly settling for around ten instead, he mumbled “I love them,” against another few. Viktor’s chest was shaking, probably laughing at his little display, but looking so delighted when Yuuri met his eyes that he couldn’t complain.

When all your friends are posting pics with their significant other for Valentine’s Day but you’re still single

anonymous asked:

Here's another prompt: fell sans react to meeting his hot next door neighbor on the surface?

(oh boi howdy do i have a weak spot for Red and him getting the hots for his potential/future s/o. bless you, sweet anon, for giving me the chance to indulge a little further in that ;) <3 )

Red decidedly did not have a death wish.

Even with Edge out for the day - no doubt chasing Undyne down or accidentally terrorizing parents when he walked up wordlessly with a lost child he found wandering in the park as he trained - Edge’s sense of smell was uncanny for a being without a nose, and would happily shout Red’s skull into the next century if he caught a whiff of smoke clinging to anything inside.

So without bothering to properly walk out of his room, Red tucked his box of cigarettes and his lighter in his shorts and teleported to the balcony.

Their apartment was a pretty nice one, all things considered - decent area too, now that monsters could legally integrate with society. He and Edge had been in agreement on holding onto an apartment for at least a little bit before deciding to set up permanently anywhere - the world was big up here, absurdly so, and even if they’d both feel more comfortable closer to the mountain, there were a lot of areas around the city to choose from. So here he was, leaning against the railing of their top-floor corner apartment balcony, with a view of the balconies in the building adjacent to them accompanying the view of the enormous wooded park they lived next to. It was a view that made him feel a little more at ease when his anxiety was acting up - he could grab a smoke, stare up at the sky, or do a little people watching alongside the next apartment building or in the shade of the park.

As he slipped his cigarette between his teeth and lit it , enjoying the late afternoon sun on his bones and the decent breeze picking up, he noticed that his foot started instinctively tapping - huh, he could hear a song now actually, coming from the next apartment building over, pretty loudly…

“All that I want
Is to wake up fine
Tell me that I’m alright -
That I ain’t gonna die.”

The cigarette almost dropped out of Red’s mouth.

“All that I want
Is a hole in the ground.
You can tell me when it’s alright
For me to come out.”

You were on the balcony closest to him in the next building over - top floor, corner apartment, probably a mere 50 feet away. You had a series of small clotheslines strung out towards one side of your balcony and had clipped up several shirts and what seemed to be a set of sheets for a bed. Next to you buzzed a small speaker, surprisingly loud for it’s clearly travel-intended size, and it played the song on as you shifted and swayed, tapping out the energetic beat of the song while you sang along and clipped up a pair of jeans and took down a few dry pieces of clothing to make further room.

“Hard times
Gonna make you wonder why you even try
Hard times
Gonna take you down and laugh when you cry
These lives-”

Your back was mostly towards Red, and stars was he grateful. He felt a bead of magic forming on his skull, and knew a bit of a flush had picked up on his face- because by Asgore’s shitty beard, he couldn’t tear his gaze away from the figure you cut as you finished hanging up your laundry and spun around, your hips hitting side to side in perfect time, a mischievous grin on your face as your eyes closed and you sang along to the deceptively upbeat song.

“And I still don’t know how I even survive
Hard times,
Hard times -
And I gotta get to rock bottom-!”

Your foot stamped against the balcony floor, your arms thrown wide as you crowed the line to the sky.

Red’s soul jumped in his chest at the sight -

You were attractive as hell.

And then you made eye contact.

(continued below the cut… <3 / / mobile link)

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Best Friends and Barely There Clothing

Helloooo lovies! So this is my first imagine on this blog, and I do hope you enjoy it! I will be posting lots of imagines and blurbs etc. regarding Harry, and most will contain smut! But I will of course have writings that are just pure fluff as well! Enjoy this one!

Warnings: Smut & Language

Word Count: 3k

“Don’ tell me you haven’t thought about it.”

“Having a baby with you?” You asked breathlessly, your eyes falling closed as Harry began to move your hips over his bulge, causing you to let out a quiet whimper as the fabric of his jeans rubbed through the thin lace material covering your clit.

“No love,” he let out a throaty laugh, his eyes moving down to where you two were currently grinding against one another, “Don’ know why I was thinkin’ of havin’ a baby, really… was mainly just thinking about sinking my cock inside of ya, pet.”

Your eyes snapped open as the words left his mouth as you pressed your clit down against him to gain even more friction as his words literally caused you to throb at the thought, “Harry…” you whimpered quietly, your fingers now gripping onto his tshirt tightly.

“Do you wan’ tha’?” His accent was thicker than you had ever heard before as you stared into his darkening eyes, and all you could do was nod your head and let out a breathy sigh of agreement along with it. Somewhere among your exchange of words, Harry’s hand had slipped into your panties and his finger was slowly moving around your clit, but not quite applying the pressure you were currently craving; he was going to make you beg for it.

OR the one where Harry really can’t stop thinking about the act of making babies with his best friend, and he’s tired of her slinking around his house wearing barely anything.

“Would ya ever have a baby with me?” The words slipped past his lips casually, his eyes trained on you as he brought the wine glass that was in his hands to a rest on the coffee table in front of you two.

“Excuse me?” You all but choked as the words registered, the wine that was gracefully slipping down your throat coming to an abrupt stop and getting stuck in your vocal pipes, causing you to cough for a few seconds as you worked it out. Your sea green eyes flicked up to his emerald ones, squinting as he watched you with amusement, a small smirk playing on his lips as he captured his bottom one between his thumb and forefinger.

Harry was your best friend. Harry had been your best friend for almost 6 years now, and you had been by his side almost every step of his career, cheering him on and encouraging him to take leaps he was too afraid of. But you were only best friends… why would a baby together ever cross his mind? You two may have shared one or two (or ten or twenty) drunken kisses on nights when you stumbled into one another’s flat, coats being haphazardly thrown to the floor and lips meeting in a sloppy goodnight as you both fell onto whomevers bed you had chosen for the night before passing out, but that was it.

“What? Not weird to think about having a baby with ya best friend, is it?” His smirk was only getting wider as you let out an exasperated breath, your eyes narrowing to slits as you decided to place your wine glass on the table next to his.

“S'just….” he continued, refusing to break eye contact, “What if m'not married by the time I’m 30. Ya know more than anyone I wanna have kids… so if m'not married and you’re not… would ya have a baby with me?”

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A Grocery Store Saviour

Request: Omg i love your writing sooo much <3 I was thinking if you could do a story based off Michael Buble’s ‘Just Haven’t met you Yet’. I understand if you wouldn’t want to do it but thank you for your time :)

Word Count: 2,852

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous but also tagging @dont-give-a-bother @red-roses-and-stories and @caseoffics

“Next!” You call, back aching and feet sore. Work usually sucks, but today it’s a living hell. Saturdays are the normally busiest days at the grocery store but add the fact that it’s the first day of spring that’s warmer than 50 degrees, and you’ve got yourself a full store. The bustle of people weaving around one another in the narrow aisles meant that you’d been sent to clean up five separate messes and help one bawling seven-year-old find his mother. His snot covered fingers had wrapped around your own until you’d found his mother who’d immediately decided to yell at you for not bringing him sooner. People bumped into you with every turn, resulting in scowls and foul language from some particularly angry customers. You’d had to ask people to repeat themselves four different times because of the clamor and been asked because of that if it were really right for a woman to be working. On top of all that, you wore heels today so your feet want to fall off and the store’s air conditioning hardly works, meaning hot sweat drips down your back and soaks your hairline.

Despite the annoying customers and the math involved, you’re almost grateful to work at the cash register now instead of work on the floor when you hear the horrific sound of gagging nearby. Your coworker Arthur rushes past you, mop already in hand.

Raising your eyebrows at the situation, you shake your head and take stock of everything a middle-aged man in front of you sets on the counter. He wears a dark suit and a cap to hide what you assume is a balding head. He’s muttering something to himself as thick beads of sweat slide down his face, over the patches of red dotting his cheeks and forehead and collecting on his upper lip. Every time he says something, a bead flings off its place above his lip, landing on the counter in front of you.

You cringe but reach for his items and pull them closer. Flipping the page on your notepad, you begin writing the costs of everything down.

“Do you not bother to keep your customers happy here?”

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Of Hidden Talents (Feysand Fluff)

So this just popped into my head last night when I couldn’t sleep. Set post-ACOWAR and contains nothing but fluff.

“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” Feyre found herself commenting, smiling slightly as she tried not to groan in pleasure under Rhys’ hands.

He chuckled from where he was seated behind her, the sound sending a thrill through her spine, even decades into their relationship. “I should hope so; I have to keep my High Lady entertained somehow. Wouldn’t want her eternity to get boring.”

“Boring? How could I ever get bored with a mate who thinks so much of himself?” She shot back, though its effect was lost when she leaned further into him, her hands running over the legs that were on either side of her. She could feel the delicious heat of his bare chest so close behind her, the thin nightdress she was wearing a poor barrier between them. 

Rhys’ fingers continued to comb through her hair, expertly separating it into three equal parts. “I take offense to that.”

Feyre let out an aborted snort. “No, you don’t.” 

“No, I don’t,” Rhys agreed, in a blithe voice.

They fell into a comfortable silence then, built on years of learning how to just be together. Neither of them felt the need to always fill the air between them with pointless chatter. Oh, they liked to joke and bicker… but they also knew when to let words fade away and just enjoy each other’s company.

It had been happening more of late, likely because Rhys had refused to leave Feyre’s side for the past few months. He was a constant presence at her side, though he did his best not to hover too much (he knew all too well how she loathed feeling locked in, how it still made her bones lock up in fear, even after all this time). He needn’t have worried; Feyre never, never felt tied down by her mate, never felt confined by him. She knew that even now, when he was so concerned about her, he would give her space if she asked.

(He’d once told her, in a fit of hopeless romanticism, that he would give her the very stars above Velaris if he could. Feyre had believed him, of course, if only because she said she would do the same for him.)

So Feyre was quiet, letting Rhys gently braid her hair as if he’d done it hundreds of times before. She’d been utterly surprised when he’d offered to do it for her earlier, after he’d heard her curse in front of the mirror while she struggled with trying to tame her wild locks into something more manageable. Feyre was so tired these days and sore too, the heavier she got. And she was constantly hot then cold, her hair always in the way and, Cauldron, she didn’t care for it much now and all the work it took to keep it neat, not when she was already so uncomfortable. She’d been beyond tempted to just chop it all off, had Rhys not stepped in when he did with his innocuous offer.

At first she tried to deny the existence of a problem but she really couldn’t hide anything from Rhys; he knew her too well, felt her struggles through their mating bond and tried to ease her discomfort as much as he could. (Rightly so, Feyre sometimes thought when she particularly annoyed with how limited she was lately, considering he’s the one that put me into this situation in the first place.) 

So here they were, Rhys’s gentle hands working wonders on Feyre’s nerves, his fingers softly tugging at her hair as he built the braid into something spectacular; Feyre herself was usually no slouch when it came her hair (at least when she wasn’t so cranky), but she had the feeling that Rhys was even better. So many hidden talents, this mate of mine.

“Where’d you learn to do this?” she finally asked, curiosity getting the better of her. She’d felt his hesitancy when he first offered, that pang of grief that he’d been unable to conceal from her.

“My sister,” Rhys said after a long pause. His voice had lost that light-hearted edge from earlier, filled instead with wistful regret. “She’d come to me when our mother was too busy for it. She could have asked the servants, of course… but she liked to spend a few moments with me, I think. She continued to ask even long after she could do it by herself. I never had the heart to say no.” 

Feyre’s own heart ached for her mate, for the family he’d lost so long ago. He rarely spoke of the little sister she’d never meet, even less so than his mother. From what she’d gleaned over the years, his sister had been quite a bit younger than him, had looked up to him in a way no one else ever had. Feyre couldn’t even imagine what it had been like for him to have to bury her broken body.

She rubbed her thumbs comfortingly over the sides of his knees. I’m sorry, she sent softly to him through their bond. I’m sorry

Rhys’ mind caressed hers. Me too.

Feyre kept running her hands soothingly over him, tempted to turn around and pull him to her, wrap her arms around those broad shoulders of his. She didn’t though; the act of braiding seemed to calm him… like coming home to something he’d thought he’d long forgotten. (Still, she wished she could protect him from all the pain he endured… but that same pain had made him into the wonderful male he was today.) 

When he was finally done, she saw his finished work briefly through his eyes, the image flashing through her mind.

“It’s beautiful,” Feyre said with a smile, reaching up to run her fingers over the intricate pattern he’d managed to weave her hair into. “Thank you.”

Rhys’ strong arms around wrapped around her body, finally pulling her back to rest against his chest. “I figured it was about time I got some practice,” he whispered in her ear as he moved one hand to cover her rounded belly. “I wouldn’t want our poor daughter to be left with an inept father.”

Feyre tangled her fingers with Rhys’, holding them over her stomach, where their unborn baby was slowly growing. “You could never be an inept father, Rhys,” she told him softly. Rhys only pressed kiss under her jaw in response, though she could feel his quiet gratitude for her faith in him. “Besides, how do you know it’ll be a girl?” Feyre continued, turning her head so she could arch an eyebrow at him.

Mischief lit his violet eyes. “Perhaps I asked Elain.”

Feyre leveled a look at him. “Elain would never tell you, even if she knew.” Her sister had become quite the responsible seer over the years, never revealing more than was necessary. (Well, that and Feyre had wanted it to be a surprise, telling Elain in no uncertain terms not to let Rhys charm the answer out of her.)

“Then let’s call it a father’s intuition,” Rhys replied now, unable to stop his grin.

Feyre laughed, leaning her head against the edge of his jaw. “She’s going to have you wrapped around her little finger, isn’t she?” 

“Of course,” he kissed her forehead, his happiness a near tangible thing. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Feyre could only cuddle in closer. She looked at where their joined hands were resting on her belly. Don’t worry, baby, she thought, we love you already, no what you turn out to be.

(A few years later, when their daughter runs up to Feyre, her hair braided in a crown around her head, little flowers carefully tucked in the midnight blue strands, she doesn’t need to ask who did it. Rhys’ proud smile is answer enough.)

Ah Hogwarts, the beautiful castle on the beautiful hill, perfectly decorated for the spring dance. Students milling about- Why, I do believe I see Molly Prewett over there! Hello, Molly Prewett!

Don’t you look nice!

Are you ready to have a good time, Molly?

I’ll bet you are. And- My goodness, is that Arthur Weasley over by the punch bowl?

Why yes, Molly, he does look nice.

And are you going to ask Arthur to dance tonight, Molly?

That’s a little too scary for you, huh, Molly?

Well, would you like to dance with him, if he asked you to?

How are you going to get Arthur to ask you to dance, Molly?

Why, Molly Prewett, are you going to bust your best moves, in the hopes that Arthur will spot you across the dance floor, be overwhelmed by his love for you, and take you in his arms in a fit of passion?

Get it, girl.

…He doesn’t appear to be noticing, Molly.

Your flower just landed in the punch bowl, Molly. Now he’s trying to figure out where the flower came from.

It isn’t working, Molly. You may need to do more.

No good.

That one only really works when your partner is looking at you, Molly.

It’s safe to say that that’s not working for anybody, Molly.

You’ll not get a dance with Arthur Weasley if you do the twist, Molly. Be bold! Shake your groove thing!

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