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Awwwww 🥺 this is beautiful and cute. My heart ache 😭

genre: fluff

member: yoongi

Head heavy, pain stabbing your back, your body feel tense. It has been hours that you are working at your work desk, fighting for the project you are struggling to finish. You want to stop but the deadline is nearing and you still have so much things that needed to be done. You do love your job but the workload is too much for you.

You were about to continue your work but halt when you hear someone knock on your door. You were annoyed that someone bothers you but a long and deep exhale like some sort of relief releases from your chest when you see yoongi, your beloved husband.

“hey, been calling you but you didn’t picked up my calls. i was worried that something might happened to you that i rushed back home”

You are guilt-ridden for making yoongi worried. Your head was too stuck with work that you forgot about anything else than work. Seeing yoongi make you feel at ease but at the same time you feel overwhelmed. Suddenly, your husband move towards you and stop in front of you. He cupped both of your cheeks gently while tilting your face up to make eye contact with you, wiping your tears away with his thumbs.

“dont worry, angel. I’m here. Come, let’s rest with me.”

Yoongi grab your wrists and gently pulling you up from your seat and guide you to bed. He went leaning against the headboard and let you straddles him. Then, you leaned your head on his chest, exhausted after attempting to finish the damn project.

All of the stress and headaches are gone as soon you hear your husband’s heart thumping. His heartbeats are like a lullaby to you. Beating ever so calm. It doesnt make sense to you because all heartbeats sounded the same but maybe it’s because the heartbeats belongs to yoongi. With his hand combing through your hair and lips pecking your head, your eyes felt heavy but you fight it because you want to be with him, consciously. You can feel his chest rumbled when he chuckled at you struggling to stay awake.

“sleep, baby. i wont go anywhere.”

But you shake your head in disapproval with your face nuzzling his chest. It is when yoongi need to use his secret tactic to make you fall asleep; braiding your hair. He grinned to himself because you never realised his tactic and it always works like a charm whenever you feel stressed.

Taking his time, he delicately braid your hair. At the same time, massaging your head in circular motion to ease the headaches. Yoongi has always like your hair. It feels smooth and silky whenever it runs through every nook and corner of his fingers. It is a pleasant feeling to him.

Nearing the end of your hair, he took a little peek at you and noticed that you have already sound asleep on his chest. He tidied up smoothly and tie your braid using his hair tie that has been always on his wrist. He gives one long press kiss on your head before following you to the dreamland.

a/n : aahh idk why but i feel so fluffy when i wrote this 🥺🤍

Awwwww this is cute!!! 😭

Man of many talents

Yoongi x reader

Requested! “May I request, Yoongi braiding his wife’s hair? Or him braiding his daughter’s hair” “Maybe it’s an arranged marriage and everything is super awkward at the beginning but y/n too is suprised how it ends up like ths”

Warnings: Not anything serious. Reader is a little spoiled. Heiress reader. Female reader. Dislike-to-somewhat-like. Arranged marriage. I use the word tugging/tug, grasp a LOT. I think thats it.

I really liked this ideaa!! I struggled a bit with the arranged marriage part and took some artistic liberties. It’s not so much awkward but.. you’ll see! I hope you enjoy!

It wasn’t as though you had hated Yoongi at first sight, it was more that you hated the situation you had been forced into. An arranged marriage was never a thought in your mind. Your mum always filling your thoughts with finding love, and the freedom your father afforded you had made this arrangement a shock to the system. You’re sure if you had met in different circumstances that he would be someone you could have fallen for naturally…but seeing as he picked you as his bride out of probably hundreds of people you were not above annoying him just for the sake of it.

Sometimes you wish that you weren’t the heiress to your family’s fortune, stuck in a loop of obligation to your own family. It wasn’t so bad at times. Your family now had the opportunity to increase their fortune as well as your own, due to your marriage. Yoongi often gave you the freedom to do whatever you wanted; he also strangely enough buys you gifts randomly just because he thought of you. Honestly the only time you saw him was at mealtimes. You could otherwise avoid your husband in your frankly massive house. The only other time you interacted with him was at the dreaded social events he stubbornly would not budge on not attending.

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showing care through tending to each other’s hair

bts x reader (ocs) genre: fluff word count: 2K

a/n: Hi lovelies! Here’s just some blurbs about bts and reader/oc tending to each other’s hair in different ways. Idk if this is executed as well as the idea I had in my head, but I hope you all like it anyway. I just think caring for one another’s hair is kind of romantic… maybe? Thanks for reading! :)) 

↬ seokjin: “What on earth did you do?” Standing at the doorway of the bathroom, you eye your boyfriend as he lowers the kitchen scissors and flashes you a bashful and guilty grin. “I don’t like when my hair covers my eyes,” he pouts cutely, making you giggle. “Those are our kitchen scissors, Seokjin,” you point out as you walk towards him to inspect his hair cutting skills. Jin turns to face you and leans against the edge of the sink, fighting desperately to not laugh at your attempt to pretend like he didn’t completely botch his hair. “How does it look?” He asks, amused by himself as you snort in response. “Your stylists are going to kill you,” you finally tell him as you trace the uneven ends of his hair with your pointer finger. “Fix it?” He suggests cutely, peering into your gaze from under the askew fringe. Gesturing for the scissors, he easily hands them over, allowing you to take over. “You should have waited for me anyway,” you giggle as his arm snakes around your waist to hold you close to him. “I have actual hair cutting shears, you know.” You watch as his plump lips curve into an amused smile as he nods at you. “This is more fun though, don’t you think?”

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7:15 AM- Yoongi

(A/N: For the person requesting Yoongi to be braiding either his wife's or his daughter's hair! I hope you like it, let me know what you think! Feedback is appreciated!)

Growing up, you had this habit of staring at yourself in the mirror and trying to picture yourself older. You would always wonder how your hair would look, if it would be less frizzy. Would you skin be clear, would your cheeks be as squishy as they were at the time? You couldn't ever picture yourself past the age of 20 or so, wondering what your future would look like. The idea of being past your teens was so difficult to swallow, let alone picturing yourself married or something.

Being married was such a distant prospect, something an older person would do- never you.

You stared at yourself in the mirror now, wondering if you looked like the type of person who would be married with a kid. You still looked like yourself, maybe with less fluff to your cheeks, but it was still you.

"Did you wake up Da-eun?" Yoongi mumbled, stumbling into the bathroom behind you, still half asleep.

You laughed, taking in his sleepy appearance. Hair sticking up in the front and flattened in the back, mouth pulled into a lazy pout- Your husband didn't really enjoy waking up this early in the morning. The sun was barely beginning to rise, this was the time he'd go to bed before he met you. But you liked this, getting to go to bed with him, having him hold you as you fell asleep. Yoongi made it a point to always spend the night at your side if he wasn't traveling, but it was rare for him to wake up at the same time. He slipped his hand under his shirt and rubbed his torso slowly, tilting his head to the side and opening his eyes fully to look at you when you didn't respond immediately.

"I was about to," You offered, thinking of your sleeping daughter in the next room.

"Don't- I'll do it." He said quickly, grabbing his toothbrush. "I never get to wake her up in the mornings."

"You're usually sleeping, or working." You reasoned, leaning against the bathroom countertop as he brushed his teeth. You braided your hair back neatly as you always did, finding loose strands around your face bothersome.

He looked at you out of the side of his eye and shrugged, a sheepish smile working around the toothbrush in his mouth before he knocked hips with you. You laughed, adjusting your footing so you didn't get jostled by him. You leaned your cheek against his shoulder for a moment, staring at him in the mirror. Yoongi didn't look any different from when you two had first met- nothing about either of you screamed 'married' other than the matching silver bands on both of your ring fingers. No, you both were the same, instead now you had a little girl to raise together.

You wondered if the younger version of yourself would recognize you now. Whatever opinion they would have about you, they'd love Yoongi. You were sure that every version of you in any parallel universe loves any version of Yoongi.

"I'm gonna go make some coffee," You mumbled, squeezing a hand around Yoongi in a sort of makeshift one armed hug and went on your way, leaving him to wake Da-eun up.

You made yourself busy and wandered back to Da-eun's bedroom when you had a coffee for Yoongi in hand- all black decaf americano, because he claimed his obsession with caffeine had faded and been replaced by an obsession for the finer things in life: Da-eun. He said she was enough energy for him, that there was no need for caffeine now that he had her, which you rolled your eyes at, wondering how the boy who had attracted you by the sharpness of his tongue had gotten so soft.

You stopped yourself in the doorway, spotting Yoongi sat on the edge of Da-eun's bed, a concentrated look on his face with his tongue sticking out slightly between pursed lips. His brow was furrowed, eyes intense and dialed in. Your own eyes dragged down to what he was so focused on, spotting your daughter with a sleepy smile on her face, eyes closed while her appa carefully braided her hair into two plaits. She had her father's face, same doll nose, same cat-like eyes, rose bud lips. She was adorable and as much as you wished she was your twin, she was her father, through and through. You leaned against the doorway, watching him work his fingers through her hair carefully, silently, with a delicate touch you had only seen him reserve for her.

"Hair tie." Yoongi mumbled, prompting Da-eun to wordlessly hold up a bright pink elastic. He wrapped it at the bottom of her plait carefully, mindfully avoiding snagging her hair or pulling too tightly. He leaned back and smiled, admiring his work before smoothing down her hair gently, "Done- show eomma."

Da-eun opened her eyes and nodded, jumping up immediately and hugging Yoongi. You smiled and ignored the way your heart melted at the sight, wanting to race over and hug the both of them endlessly. Yoongi spotted you over her shoulder, scrunching his nose slightly as he smiled happily, "Did I do a good job?"

"Perfect," You nodded, walking over to sit beside him on the bed. You handed him his coffee as Da-eun moved to your lap, wrapping her arms around you instinctively. "I usually just leave her hair down, the braids are cute."

"Matches her eomma," Yoongi said softly, smoothing his hand down your braid the same way he had just done to Da-eun. "My pretty girls."

You smiled at him, feeling your cheeks pink up slightly.

When you were younger, you couldn't ever picture yourself older because you didn't really ever think you'd make it here. You thought that you'd be stuck as a child forever, never graduating to the next level of maturity. It was hard to picture loving yourself, let alone someone else loving you. Your future used to be one big grey blur, and if you had placed bets, your present definitely wouldn't have been a contender.

"What do you want for breakfast, aein?"

You shrugged and smiled at him, willing to eat anything he cooked for you.

Maybe you wouldn't have been able to predict that one day, you'd be married to a very sweet, very beautiful man who would raise the cutest, most pure ball of love that was currently cuddling into your side, but maybe that was because this kind of thing couldn't really be predicted.

It just had to be real.

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Wow 500 followers!! Thank you! That’s great <3. To celebrate I created a very peace-loving scene ;).</p>

Here are the Paladin, Bard, Druid and Rogue enjoying a rare quiet moment in the summer sun. Our Paladin Fariz (with his ridiculous long hair) has a very ‘special’ herbal tea he likes to share, which would explain the mellow disposition of the company. 

…Of course inspired by the ‘braid scene’ in Disney’s animation: Tangled.