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#but whenever i get done in the garden for the day my  arms look phenomenal so
july-19th-club · 3 years
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if i want the rewards of muscular arm i must submit myself to the tormentuous ordeal of manual labor
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kyber-crystal · 3 years
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What if their s/o says "that looks heavy, let me hold it for you" to Han, Obi Wan, Anakin, Luke and shows his hand (i know it's too cheesy) (headcanons pls)💖
YES dfasddfasdf cheesy is what i live for !!!
luke skywalker:
it’s v v humid and 
yavin 4 is really fucking brutal during the summer months and 3 people had already passed out from heat exhaustion, and nobody wanted to be the fourth)
so you, him, and everyone else are dressing as light as possible
luke finds you finishing up work on your x-wing
“y/n!”
you slid out from underneath your x-wing and sat up, wiping the sweat from your forehead and offering him a friendly smile- “hi! you’re just in time. i actually needed your help and was about to ask you to come here...could you check this out?”
you brushed yourself off and stood up, and he slid under and took your place
every so often his arm peeks out and his muffled voice asks you to grab a tool, so you reach over and give him what he needs
(you don’t complain throughout the time he’s in there because watching luke work was oddly satisfying and quite a sight to behold because of the phenomenal view of his biceps that you got)
(but you’d rather die before admitting that to anyone)
especially han bc he loves teasing you every damn chance he gets that little shit
once he’s done, he comes right back up and gives you a quick kiss on the forehead. he then grins and wipes his thumb across your cheek. “there! now we’re matching.”
“ew. you’re gross—” you pretended to look grossed out but felt your cheeks heat up at the contact.
“hey, that looks heavy...” he noted, “let me hold it for you.”
“huh? what do you...” you glanced down and noticed he had his hand outstretched. you smiled and intertwined your fingers with his
but !! plot twist !!!
as soon as your hand slips into his he tugs you towards him and presses his lips to yours
“ew, you two, get a room—”
“shut up, han.”
han solo
han is straight up with everything. literally. mans is not afraid to tell the truth, no matter the situation
but one thing he’s failed to be straight up about is his feelings for you
for once, he can’t seem to find the right words to express how he feels
so instead of just telling you he does a bunch of sweet gestures
ex.) giving you his jacket when it looks like you’re cold, even in the slightest, holding you tightly when the nightmares came to get you while everyone else was asleep, lingering touches (leaving his hand on the small of your back for as long as he could, hugs that last a second longer than normal)
he likes to express his feelings through physical touch. he likes giving hugs 
so you hug. a lot
had a rough day? hug
had a good day? hug
no reason at all? hug
you walk straight into his arms and he just pulls you close and you stay like that for a bit
that’s usually how it goes
biggs and luke nag at him for refusing to tell you how he feels
so he finally caves in and asks for their help
“say something that’ll have her swooning!”
“once you do that, you’re set”
“and next thing you know you’re married with three kids!” “shut up.”
he wasn’t really given any guidelines so he basically just went in blind and had to trust his own judgement and gut instinct 0_0
han walks up to you after you’d finished talking to leia about something 
“oh, hi!” 
“your hand looks heavy, let me hold it for you.” and that little shit just,,, grabs your hand without another warning
your mouth moves open and closed but no words come out and for once, the y/n who always got the last word was speechless
he takes your speechlessness and the way you don’t even try to pull away from him as approval. he can’t stop himself from grinning foolishly for the rest of the day whenever he thinks about it
neither can you
from then on it becomes a habit for him to just randomly come and grab your hand and you usually stayed like that for as long as you could
obi wan kenobi
we can collectively agree that obi-wan is the sweetest person on earth (also smooth as fuck)
he’s a stickler for rules but as you grew closer together he found himself falling, and falling FAST
he’d never admit it to anakin because he’s being teased enough by him as it is
“you’re in love with her, master. do something for force’s sake” “no.”
“kriff, you’re stubborn”
anakin, that little shit, does everything in his power to try and get you two together. he’ll ‘accidentally’ run into you so that you’d fall into obi’s arms, make sure the only empty seat at council meetings and any other place was next to him, made sure you stuck together on missions, and whatnot
so when neither of you knew about your feelings for the other even after all he did he was genuinely confused and disappointed bc he put sO much effort—
you returned from a meeting with mace windu & yoda to retire for the night and found a note pasted on your door
“meet me at the gardens in ten minutes —OWK”
your nose scrunched in confusion but you set the paper down and slid your cloak back on regardless, and headed back out
obi wan was standing by the fountains with his arms crossed
“you sent me a note? what did you want...?”
“y/n, i thought we agreed to meet because you sent me a note saying to meet here at 11 sharp.”
“i didn’t send that note.” “i didn’t send yours, either.”
“then who did—” then it hit the two of you at the same time. “anakin.” “no wonder. the handwriting didn’t look like yours, you write in cursive only.”
obi just shrugged, “might as well make the best of this. he did get us out of yet another council meeting.” “touche.”
you didn’t know what to say bc all the words were stuck in your throat
which was weird bc the two of you ALWAYS had something to say to each other when you met up
he reached up to brush your hair away from your face and you froze
“this was stuck in your hair,” he explained as he showed you a milky-white blossom sitting in his palm “oh! thank you”
you fell into a comfortable silence as you walked around the place 
and then he’s like “oh fuck i’m just going to go for it”
“y/n, your hand looks quite heavy. let me hold it for you” “w-what?...oh.”
you nod and he takes your hand, and you pray that he can’t hear how fast your heart is beating (but he’s too busy praying for the same to notice LMAO)
anakin doesn’t need for either of you to tell him whether the plan worked or not bc he can tell by the looks on your faces
“what can i say. i’m a genius”
anakin skywalker
he’s not afraid to express his feelings bc he feels very comfortable around you and all
so if something’s wrong he’ll either tell you straight up or you’ll figure it out yourself if he doesn’t
he’s a very affectionate person—you understand that it’s because after leaving to pursue his training, he was lacking all the love and attention that he used to get as a child, so he made up for all that by pouring all that love onto you
anakin grew up knowing a mother’s love, so naturally, he’s very caring and gentle around you. he hugs you and holds you close every change he gets, brushes your hair away from your face, etc
so if he just comes up behind you and hugs you, or places a hand on the small of your back while you’re walking, you try not to think too much about it bc it’s what he normally does
you like to tease him about this sometimes bc the seemingly cold-hearted & ruthless warrior is a complete softie behind closed doors : ‘)
it’s no secret to others that you’re both very...close with one another
but nobody even tries questioning it bc 1) you’ve been like this for ages and 2) you got your shit done lmao
but you try and keep the forehead kisses and snuggles more lowkey
you were sneaking over to anakin’s room to finish bingeing that holodrama you’d started together last week and nearly got caught by mace windu 
“what took you so long?”
“master windu almost saw me on the way over here. move over.” you nudged anakin in the side and crawled into bed next to him, “you didn’t start without me, right?” “of course not!”
you yawned and stretched your arms in the air. “you know, if we get caught, obi-wan—” “—is going to kill us. i know.”
“he told us to wait...”
“it’s not like he’s going to find out we’re watching without him, is he?” he smirked. you laughed and lightly smacked his shoulder
you’re probably an hour or so in when the two of you fall into silence 
asides from what you’re watching, it’s just yours and his breathing that you can hear
you glanced over and watched the light from the holo shining in his eyes, and the distant light of the moon reflecting off his wavy hair and your heart stops 
oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no
you snap yourself out of your trance and get back to what you were doing
anakin starts drifting off slowly but steadily
“hey. your hand looks heavy. let me hold it for you,” he mumbled
you felt your face heat up, but nodded. “...okay?”
“your hands are so cold.” his nose crinkled slightly as he tightened his grip on your hand. “but that’s okay. i’ll warm them up for you.”
you smiled and let your head fall against his shoulder, and stayed like that for the rest of the night
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a/n: i’m so sorry this was late,,,,depression was kicking me in the ass but i finally brought myself to finish this bc i really loved this concept! ...if you want to be added to my taglist just fill out this form!
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mothercetrion · 4 years
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Falling
Summary: Takeda has started to date one of the members of his new team. Hanzo is more than thrilled to hear all about it.
Characters: Takeda Takahashi, Scorpion (Hanzo Hasashi); mentioned Jacqui Briggs
Word Count: 1615
Request: “hanzo listening encouragingly to takeda gush abt jacqui for the requests please? :)”
first fic of 2020 is for you, anon!!! enjoy :) (warning: hanzo mentions harumi for like 5 seconds and its kinda sad but i promise this whole thing is very sweet)
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It was Takeda’s first visit to the Shirai Ryu garden since deciding to join a team with the Special Forces. He had spoken to Hanzo whenever he came to the base for any reason, neglecting to meet all of his team but one single time, and it had been so hectic in the recent weeks that Takeda had not been able to find the time to see Hanzo.
He arrived during the evening, when training had winded down for the day and all members of the Shirai Ryu were doing as they pleased. Upon arriving, he waved at many that he recognized, but he urged all of them to keep his arrival quiet. He wanted to surprise Hanzo with his visit, so keeping everyone quiet was important. All members were quick to oblige and pointed to the back garden, where Hanzo was meditating.
With silent steps, Takeda stepped through the garden and spotted Hanzo nearly immediately. He was visible through the doorway of a building, kneeling on the floor. His back was to Takeda, but he heard footsteps and rose to his feet. Takeda could not help but smile when he stepped out of the building and through the doorway, staring at Takeda in shock.
“Can I join you, sir?” Takeda called, his smile growing.
Hanzo did not reply with words, but his actions were telling enough. He showed a rare grin and walked down the steps of the building, and he approached Takeda with quick steps and opened his arms. A hug. A rare hug. Takeda was quick to take up on the offer, and happiness filled him instantly. “I’ve missed you, Master Hasashi,” he said kindly.
“And I have equally missed you, Takeda.” Hanzo ended the hug and held Takeda by his shoulders, his grin remaining. “I see your schedule has allowed a visit. I want to hear everything about the Special Forces over tea.”
And that is exactly what happened. Hanzo set up some tea in the garden, where they sat and prepared their tea. After Takeda made his own, Hanzo looked at him with a small smile. “I hope that Cage has given you proper training. I will be displeased otherwise.”
Takeda shook his head. “Oh, no, he has. He’s a great mentor. He has his wisecracks, of course.”
Hanzo shook his head. “It would not be Cage without them.” Hanzo gathered his own ingredients and began his preparations. “So run by me one more time who is on your team. I have already met Cassandra and have known her for an extremely long time.”
“She told me that she knew who you were,” Takeda mentioned, taking a sip of his tea. “She’s taken on a leadership position because of General Blade.”
“Is she performing well?”
“Absolutely.” Takeda laughed to himself. “She butts heads with someone in the group. Kung Jin, he’s the other boy that isn’t me.”
Hanzo thought for a moment before nodding. “I remember him vaguely. He reminds me of his uncle. I have heard a large number of rumors about their respective egos.”
“Jin has earned his to an extent. He joined the Shaolin later than most members, but he’s really good with a bow and hand-to-hand kombat. He’s definitely my best friend.” Takeda smiled. “You need to meet him. He’s great once you get to know him.”
“I have no doubts.” Hanzo took a drink of his tea and thought back. “I know there is another, but… I neglect to remember her name.”
“Oh, that’s… that’s Jacqui. Jacqueline Sonya Briggs. I know you like formalities.” Takeda could feel himself begin to blush at the thought of her.
Hanzo noted his lack of immediate explanation for who she was. He then noticed Takeda’s blushing, and his smile became mischievous. “Oh, heavens… do not tell me you like this girl?”
Takeda instantly shook his head. “Oh, no! No… No, liking her would distract me from my team. No way, Master Hasashi.”
Hanzo looked at him knowingly, and Takeda huffed. “Okay… Maybe I like this girl. Maybe.”
“I can always see your true feelings, Takeda,” Hanzo said. “If I recall, she is Jackson Briggs’s daughter, yes?”
“She is.” Takeda tilted his head. “You guys were revived at the same time, right?”
“We were,” Hanzo confirmed. “I have made contact with him, but not much. I have neglected to meet her.” He gave Takeda a small smile. “Do you have a photo of her? I know Cage gave you some sort of phone.”
“Yeah, hold on.” Takeda pulled his phone out of his uniform pocket and grinned upon unlocking it. “Perfect timing! She sent me a Snap on Snapchat.”
“A…” Hanzo hesitated a bit. “A Snap? What’s that?”
Takeda was confused for a moment before laughing. “It’s a social media thing, Master Hasashi. I’m on it with my whole team so we can communicate if we so desire.” He opened the app and showed it to Hanzo briefly. “We mostly just send pictures back and forth to one another. There are filters that can give us, ah… cat ears and big eyes and stuff. All in good fun.”
Hanzo nodded knowingly. “I see. What did she send you?”
Takeda swiped over and opened her message. He felt his breath leave his lungs at the sight of a sweet mirror selfie and a grin. The caption read, “Tell Master Hasashi that I said hello!” There was a heart at the end of the caption.
“She… She sent me a photo of herself.” Takeda turned his phone around so Hanzo could see. “She says hello.”
Hanzo admired the photo for a moment before smiling. “She is beautiful. Also…” He leaned a little closer to the phone. “Why is there a heart next to her name?”
Takeda immediately retracted his phone and inspected it. Sure enough, her name in his Snapchat had a heart next to it. He forgot he did that.
“Uh…” Takeda pocketed his phone with a nervous laugh. “Master Hasashi, I can explain—”
Hanzo chuckled softly. “No need. You two are…” He waved a hand around. “…together, are you not? And you waited until you saw me in person to share the news?”
Takeda smiled sheepishly. “You got me, Master Hasashi. I figured telling you during a brief visit would be rude. I wanted to wait until I had a chance to visit.”
“I understand. Congratulations to you both.” Hanzo took another drink of his tea and put it to the side. “It cannot have been too long.”
“Nearly six weeks,” Takeda confirmed. “Not long, but… still a great time.”
“Wonderful. The first few weeks are very thrilling. It is all about new and exciting things. The euphoria that comes with a newly-birthed relationship is often unmatched.” Hanzo rested his elbows on the table. “Tell me all about her, Takeda. What is she like?”
“She has done stuff involving the Special Forces a lot longer than I have. She and Cassie are childhood best friends, and she sees Mr. Cage and General Blade as family. She whoops me in sparring a lot, but… it’s good training.” Takeda felt himself smiling even wider as he described her. “She’s tough as nails. She gets focused on training, and it’s the only thing on her mind for days. She gets up and goes on a run every single morning, and I’ve gone running with her, and she leaves me breathless… for multiple reasons, not just because she’s faster than me.”
Hanzo could not help but chuckle as Takeda went on. “She is so smart, Master Hasashi. She knows about… vehicles, farm life, taking care of animals, math, history. I can ask her any question, and she knows the answer to it. She even knows about the Shirai Ryu’s history and the Lin Kuei’s history and realm history and… everything. She has common sense as well, and she can think logically in any situation to keep our team safe.” Takeda sighed happily as he thought. “She has a great sense of humor. She is great at comforting people and has the biggest heart of anyone I know. She’s stunning from her head to her toes. She makes me excited to try new things and go to new places, and we get to do those things together.” His cheeks reddened in a blush. “She makes me feel things I have never felt before, Master Hasashi. It is too early to call it love, but… I feel phenomenal about where this is going.”
Hanzo shook his head with a content smile. “I have never seen you gush so heavily about anything, Takeda. This is… This is very exciting.” His smile faded a tad. “I trust that you will bring her to meet me properly. She… She reminds me of the woman I married, and I mean that in the kindest way. Headstrong, a big heart, beyond her years in wisdom. I need to meet Jacqueline in person.”
Takeda felt his chest tighten with emotion. “Absolutely. Mr. Cage will probably give us a few days off soon… I will bring her by here.”
“Excellent. I will offer tea when she visits.” Hanzo continued to smile as he thought about the day they would properly meet. “Does she… Does she like tea? Would she accept if I offered her tea?”
Takeda laughed. “Yes! She loves tea. She drinks it at least once a day. She would love it if she received tea from you.”
Hanzo sighed in relief. “Good. Her happiness is of high importance to me. After all, she needs to stick around, so you remain this happy always.”
The two grinned at each other and laughed. Takeda was glad that he visited the garden that day.
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missbrightsky · 4 years
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Chasing Tails
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Chapter 7: Rhysand
The shadows of light coming from the fire in my room played with the dark curtains of my canopy. The clock had struck midnight too long ago. Another sleepless night to haunt me.
Usually they come from stress; a problem with my company or a fight within the family, but never from thoughts of a woman.
Dinner with Feyre and my family had been a few nights ago. Her house had been large but familiar, touches of her in every room, making it feel like a home. She had welcomed us with open arms, personally greeting us instead of a servant letting our group in. She gave us a tour of her new household, promising that we could walk the gardens another time when it was light out.
The paintings, I now knew, made by her hand, afforded me a deeper look into who she is. They were in every room, each chosen to suit the theme of the space. Massive landscapes for the ballroom, opening the room up to make it feel larger than it is. Her sitting room had portraits of what I could only assume was her family, which was then confirmed when Cas opened his mouth and asked who the cold-eyed woman was in one of them.
“My sister, Nesta. She lives in Fesa,” her tone was distant, if not sad. Cassian looked ready to ask more questions before I cut him off.
Dinner was… phenomenal. Not the food or décor, which was wonderful, but she was the star that illuminated the room. If it wasn’t for her amazing cook, I would have forgotten to eat, too absorbed by her.
Several times I had to catch myself from using her first name, as I did with Mor, Cas, and Az. She made it so easy to feel familiar around her, to want to break down all barriers and be completely at home. She led every conversation with ease, knowing when to push forward a new topic or when to expand her thoughts on the existing one. There was no end to her wit, laughter was in abundance from everyone.
I smiled up at my ceiling, the warmth in my chest blooming at remembering that evening. How was I already so taken with this woman having only known her for less than two weeks? It was ridiculous. It was unfair. It was… my greatest happiness in life.
I flipped over to groan into my pillow, something I hadn’t done since I was a child. This was the only way I could physically manifest my frustration. My lungs filled with the scent of fresh laundry, slightly settling my nerves. I exhaled slowly, attempting to push out the butterflies in my stomach.
I kept up the breathing pattern, each release dropping me down further into the sweet arms of sleep, finally saving me from my thoughts of her.
October
Crisp autumn leaves floated on the breeze. Shouts high and low rang through the orchard.
“I bet I can pick the highest apple!” the declaration came from above. Cassian had taken it upon himself to forgo the ladder and scale the branches himself.
“Not fair, Cassian! I can’t climb in a dress!” Mor pouted from below. She was at the final rung of her ladder, straining to try and pick apples from there. She glared up and over at the next tree where Cas had settled himself onto a branch that looked like it could barely hold his weight.
“It’s not my fault you decided to look festive rather than be practical,” he retorted, stretching up to try and pick an apple that was just out of reach.
Mor scowled, “I won’t apologize for one of us needing a sense of style.”
Azriel, ever the mother hen, looked on from below, ready to run for the doctor that was a few rows over with his family.
“It doesn’t count, Mr. Monte, if you fall down instead of climbing down,” Feyre called up to him. She was dressed in a simple brown dress with a cream shawl belted at her waist. I chuckled and shouted my agreement.
It was the Harvest Festival in Velaris. Every year it starts with landowners opening up their orchards to the town for apple picking and games. I invited Feyre to accompany us since it was her first holiday in town. She happily agreed and expressed excitement to experience the weeklong festivities with us.
A month ago, Prythian finally signaled for the end of summer and for fall to begin. Gone were the easy days of relaxing in the sun. Soon governments would be starting up from the summer recess in the main cities, and with it, much of the gentry followed. No more being entertained at balls or long rides through the countryside. Most would flock to their townhomes in the city, to spread gossip of summer romances and trysts.
Yes, the majority of the gentry would be going away, but would that also include Feyre?
It had been about a month and a half since she settled into her estate, surely, she didn’t mean to abandon it so soon?
These questions had plagued me for a week until Feyre finally put my mind to rest when she mentioned at a dinner that she intended to stay in Velaris for the winter. She had no interest in being cooped up in the city, preferring the open freedom that the countryside afforded in the dark and dreary months that were to come.
I privately celebrated at the prospect of being able to spend more time with her, with all of her other acquaintances traveling to various cities. The absence of the majority of the gentry would be a much-needed reprieve from their endless engagements. My only concerns would be the influx of business in my city stores and warehouses, which would occasionally merit business trips to handle the affairs. I was lucky to arrive back from one of those business trips two days before the festival began.
“Alright, Miss Archeron, shall we see if we can beat him?” I turned towards her, ready to offer my assistance by holding her ladder when I discovered that Feyre had disappeared.
I turned in a full circle, absolutely bewildered at how she managed to slip away so silently and quickly. The crackling of leaves caught my attention. I turned towards where I thought the source of the sound was, and….
There.
A tabby colored cat slinked behind a tree, nearly camouflaged by the dappling shadows of the afternoon. I only caught sight of it because of the noise.
I crept forward, the dried leaves not doing anything to help conceal my steps. Surely that can’t be Feyre’s cat, she would never be in such an open space… but I know her form so well now…
I rounded the back of the tree where the cat had hidden. She had let me get close a number of times but never more than a few feet. Rustling came from above my head. A tail twitched out of sight in the thick foliage.
Perhaps she’s tired of being in town and came to see what all the noise was about.
I readied myself to call out to Feyre, who surely, she couldn’t have gone far.
“You’ll have to climb higher than that, Mr. Monte, if you want to win the bet!” a clear voice full of hidden humor shouted from above me.
I dashed forward a few steps so that I could tilt my head back far enough to see her. My mouth fell open in complete shock. While I was looking for the cat, Feyre had somehow climbed one of the tallest trees in the orchard, beating Cas’s current height by at least fifteen feet. Her tree was only one over from where I saw the cat, so how come I didn’t hear her climb it?
I didn’t have to see the other’s faces to know that there was shock on theirs as well.
She waved and laughed at us, reaching up to pluck what was unarguably, the highest apple in the land.
  December
Feyre’s blue eyes were unusually grey, even with the overcast weather. Whenever she was stressed or upset, they settled into a stormy grey, so at odds with her bright personality.
I had invited her on a sleigh ride, common for the town of Velaris when Yuletide grew near. Everyone in town, common folk and gentry alike, would take to the roads and hills, enjoying the simple pleasure of fresh snowfall.
Parents pulled their kids on sleds, their cheeks rosy with the cold and exertion from the constant smiles. Shrieks of excitement echoed between the trees from families sledding down the larger hills, laughter was all around.
“Alright, darling, what’s wrong?” I ventured, testing my luck using the casual endearment.
She stiffened, glancing off to the side at the question. Had I presumed our relationship not to be so familiar?
I waited on her response, learning over the past few months that it was better to let her gather her thoughts.
Feyre let out a sigh, her breath puffing white into the frozen air. She shifted slightly closer to me underneath the thick blanket I had draped over us at the beginning.
“The winter holidays are always hard for me. It’s when my mother died,” she admitted.
I quietly absorbed her words. She had talked about her mom in the past, I gathered that she wasn’t around anymore.
“My mother and sister died in the spring. I understand that some of the most beautiful times of the year can also be the most painful,” baring a piece of my soul in return.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered.
“It was a long time ago. Most of the pain had faded but it’s like an old battle wound, it can ache when memories are brought to the surface.”
She shifted closer to me again, legs and arms brushing. Our shared warmth was all we needed to soothe the pain of past memories.
“Want to see if we can overtake Mor and Cassian?” I jested.
“Yes,” light flooded back into her eyes at my suggestion. She looped her arm through mine to steady herself.
“Yah!” I shouted, snapping the reins to urge the horses in a gallop.
Our laughter rang through the air, mingling with those around us.
February
“I’m so borrrrrrred,” Mor groaned, draping herself over the arm of the chair she had perched on. Freezing rain sluiced down the windows, trapping us all inside. Feyre had invited us over for afternoon tea and while we were inside, the weather had taken a turn for the worse.
It seemed that Prythian was refusing to loosen its grip on winter, punishing us with days of clouds and cold winds.
Normally we would have laughed at Mor’s dramatics, but the weather was affecting everyone’s mood, making us all restless and antsy. We were ready for the days of warm weather and bright skies.
“Feyre,” the two women had become close enough in the past several months that they could now use each other’s first names. “You have yet to give us a demonstration of your artistic skills. Will you do our portraits?”
Feyre looked up from where she was sketching on the windowsill. I glanced over from my nearby chair, gaging her reaction. Although Feyre and I have discussed her art at length, she has never done a public demonstration of her process.
“I’m not sure...” she edged, looking a bit nervous.
“Pleasssssseeeeeee,” Mor opened her eyes real wide, giving her best puppy dog expression. I was about to tell Mor to back down when Feyre gave her a small smile.
“Alright, drag a chair over here and face the window. We’ll have the best lighting that way.
Cassian hopped up and bounced over to sit by Feyre to he can watch her draw. Az took the wall on the other side while I adjusted my posture so that I could also watch as her hand started to fly across the page.
Mor decided to straighten her back and adopt a regal, distant look. A queen of a far-off realm.
“Her ears are way bigger than that!” Cas interjected after a few minutes of quiet sketching. Mor let out an offended gasp while the rest of us burst out laughing.
The mood in the room collectivity lifted, pushing away the gray mood.  We continued through Cas and Az’s portraits, making comments and jests about how each other looked. Feyre took all the chatter in stride, briefly adding the suggestion and the quickly smoothing it over.
“You know Cassian’s mouth is huge with all of his gossiping and bad flirting.”
“Azriel looks much grumpier than that, make his eyebrows thicker and closer together.”
An hour later, Mor, Cas, and Az all had individual portraits done in grayscale. Feyre had rendered them beautifully and the trio retreated to the far end of the room to marvel over them and compare the drawings to their faces in the mirror.
“Your turn,” she said, turning her blue eyes to me. There was a slight flush to her cheeks, which I attributed to the merriment in the room. My cheeks flushed to match hers, unsure if I was ready to see how I looked through her eyes.
I closed the book I had barely been paying attention to before and moved to the chair. At first, I sat completely stiff, unsure of how I should pose myself. All of my normal confidence evaporated under her scrutiny.
I had caught her staring at me before, as if memorizing everything she could of me but when I caught her, she was always first to look away, embarrassed at being noticed. Now it was my turn to lose my nerve.
She let out a giggle, “Relax, Mr. Night, I won’t bite,” she teased with a quick flash of teeth.
I forced a quiet breath through my nose and unfroze my limbs. Crossing one leg over the other, I slung an arm over the back of the chair, trying to adopt a casual pose.
Feyre hummed in appreciation and her pencil started up again. Even when I wasn’t sneaking peeks at her, I could feel her eyes tracing my form like a lover’s caress. My cheeks heated even more under her careful gaze as she continued.
From time to time the sound of her sketching would stop and she would simply stare. Now that she had an open invitation to study me, it seemed like she wouldn’t let the opportunity pass without using every second of it.
“Did you know,” she started quietly, “That your eyes are the exact shade of violet of the sky right after dusk. I don’t think I can do them justice with only a pencil.”
I hesitated, unsure if I could respond without breaking the bubble we had created. I wasn’t even sure if she had meant to say that comment out loud or if it had slipped out while she was lost in the drawing.
“Don’t move.”
Feyre got up and made a quick trip to the hutch that was in the corner. The sounds of drawers opening and closing reached my ears. She returned with a small tin that she opened and began rooting through. “Ah,” was the only noise that came from her mouth. I assumed she found what she was looking for as the pencil began again on the page. The others had taken seats near the fireplace, allowing us to continue to have a private moment.
Minutes ticked by on the clock, but I couldn’t find myself becoming bored. I was completely focused on any sound that came from her, entranced by how she managed to make the whole world slip away.
If my legs had become numb, I didn’t notice. If I had gone blind from the light coming in through the window, then so be it. If the rest of the world had faded away and we were the only two beings left in existence, then I was the happiest man in the universe.
“Done.” The word was so quiet that I almost missed it. A few of my joints popped as I pivoted towards her to see the final result. She shifted over on the window seat, an invitation to join her there. I stood up, briefly stretching my stiff muscles and perched carefully beside her, making sure to leave an appropriate amount of room between us.
My eyes flicked to her face first, making sure it was okay for me to look. She redirected my attention to the sketch pad.
I couldn’t stop my gasp. The portrait was the work of a master. Feyre had only added color to my eyes, making them stand out from the rest of my face. Purples and blues swirled together, broken up by silver flecks. She had trapped a galaxy in my eyes.
I looked to her; my mouth slightly agape. Feyre was already studying me, watching my reaction.
“I… I have no words,” I finally managed to get out. She smiled at them and looked down at the drawing again.
“Is this how you see me?” I dared to ask.
She met my eyes again, the warmth in there causing me to move closer to catch every word.
“This is how I see you.”
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His Popstar [S.M]
A/N: Hi guys, this is my first ever imagine so please bear with. If you have any suggestions for another imagine please message me.
Singer based on Ariana Grande
Summary: Shawn watches you at your concert and hopes one day he will be as badass as you. 
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The faint screams coming from the arena make you feel so excited for the concert. 20,000 people have come across the whole country to see you perform your first show for your new album. You wanted your first show to be at your hometown and then your last show to be in Toronto as you live with Shawn in Toronto. To say you felt lucky would be an understatement you couldn't believe people would listen to your music let alone buy tickets to see you. Shawn , Aaliyah and his parents as well as your family and friends have come to watch you. unlike last year they will actually be seated by the stage so they can watch you rather then be backstage. The thought of this made you nervous yet happy, you felt nervous because what if they didn't like the performance? but somehow you new they would. 
“Y/n , its go time.” Your manager pulls you out of your thoughts and before you know it your walking to the stage. You are hooked up with your in-ears and given your microphone so now you are just waiting under the stage before walking on. 
the faint screams are now deafening and you can hear your introduction being played. Last year you joined Shawn for part of his tour and you fell in love with his introduction so you wanted something that would build up the tension and excitement just like Shawn’s did. 
“y/n you ready?” someone said through your in-ears. the all so familiar moment comes rushing back. You smile because you know in 30 seconds you are going to be doing something you loved and have missed for the past year and now its finally hear.
As the floor is lifted you can see all the people who have come to see you, all the banners they've made and the lights from their phones. You search through the crowd and once you see Shawn and your family cheering you know your ready to perform a phenomenal show.
SHAWN’S POV
I’m amazed at how perfect y/n really is. She's killing it , the outfits, the vocals and the concert as a whole. I’ve never really truly realised how badass she is. She walks around the stage like she owns it and she deserves every part of it. Throughout the show y/n is winking at me subtly and I'm the only one that seems to notice.
“Not gonna lie Shawn you should probably step up your game because this is the best concert I have EVER been too.” Bringing me out of my thoughts I turn to Aaliyah.
“Let me guess your enjoying yourself?” I prod her playfully. “ Duh , y/n said theres gonna be balloons during one last time if there is then you defiantly need to rethink all your ideas for your tour next year.” I laugh and turn to look at the rest of the family. they all look in awe of y/n and look so amazed at how well she can sing. they all obviously knew how well she could sing but something about this performance was special. the past few months of preparation had took a toll on y/n. the countless nights of her not being able to sleep because of stress due to the stage not looking exactly how she planned or the long hours of her recording the 
I knew how much us all being here meant to y/n because whenever I'm on tour all I ever want is my family to be here because it gets lonely and also its nice to have them watching you and having a good time while supporting you.
You were truly lucky to have her.
YOUR POV
Towards the end of the show you sing touch it Shawn's favourite song. You've never told him that the song is about him and you have no idea how he doesn’t know.
Towards the end of the song you give it your all. perfect harmonies fill the arena and everyone screams and Shawn just watches you in amazement.
Your so lucky to have Shawn here tonight snd it means the world to you that Shawn and his family flew from Toronto to y/ht ( your hometown). you knew that Shawn was probably exhausted from the amount of times he had to try and get you to sleep after waking up at 3am to find you wide-awake in your thoughts.  
As your final song one last time plays and the balloons start to fall you can say this has truly been the best show yet and it has just gotten started. 
As the lights dim and you exit the stage you run to your dressing room where you hope to meet your family. After dating Shawn for nearly three years you consider him and his family to be your family and vice versa. Since his family and your family were all close it only made sense to call them all your family.
SHAWN’S POV
As I walk in y/n dressing room I see her already starting to pick out some comfy clothes to wear once she gets out the shower. she's dripping in sweat and out of breath from all the singing and dancing non stop for the past 2 hours. Considering I am warn out after just singing for 2 hours without dancing I can't imagine how exhausted she feels. 
As she hugs and thanks each family member she approaches me last with a big smile plastered on her face. “ how was it?” I asked her while wrapping my arms around her tiny frame. “ Amazing, for sure the best show ive ever done. Im so tired though I just want to sleep.” I just hummed in response knowing she probably doesn't want much conversation as she's so warn out.
two years ago we would've been celebrating her first time playing at an arena of this size but now the size of the arena is nothing compared to when she played at Madison square gardens or Wembley stadium so she doesn't feel the need to celebrate as much as she did back then.
After a while of spending time with our family we make our way back to our hotel. Since my family have flown all the way here from Toronto me and y/n have both decided to book a hotel room and let them have the spare bedrooms. Neither of us mind it though because it will be a lot quieter since the rest of the family are celebrating on our behalf.
The car journey to the hotel was peacefully silent and it wasn't long before I heard the deep breaths coming from y/n who had fallen asleep. She had had a rather long day and I didn't want to disturb her but we were pulling up to the hotel so I had to. “baby were here” “hmm?” she had one eye closed and one eye barely open. “Were at the hotel hun.” “oh right” she took one big stretch before we both made it into the hotel. Luckily for us we both spent the night before here and therefore we had both already unpacked so we could just go straight to bed. I was mentally thanking myself for that idea because I know y/n would just fall asleep leaving me to do all the work. I wouldn't normally of minded but I was still tired from the journey here.
After we both got ready for bed and talked about the show and how y/n nearly tripped in her heels yet covered it up quickly we both crawled into the comfy white sheets and cuddled up while looking at the window which showed the brightly lit buildings in the city. we both soon drifted into a deep sleep and neither of us could wait for the next few months like this.
A/N: sorry about the really bad ending its late and I wanted to finish this before iw ent to sleep. Let me know what you thought about this imagine and whether I should write more or not. If you do want me to write more could you let me know what you want my next imagine to be about and ill try my best to write them. Thanks G X
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