#sometimes i don't think people really look at the smaller masterlists

[alotofpockets]

Misconceptions | Yelena Belova

Pairing: Popular College Student!Yelena Belova x Quiet!Reader

Summary: The most popular girl in school is showing interest in you, the quiet girl. What will happen when you don't realize she's actually interested in you and not just wants you to do her homework? [Full request]

Masterlist | Marvel masterlist | Words: 1.5k

At school you were known as the quiet girl, or sometimes even the loner. You didn’t have any friends at college and made no effort to get to know people. For you there was a reason behind your choices, to others it just seemed like you were weird. You studied alone, you had lunch alone, you didn’t hang out with people, it was just you. 

During lunch you felt watched, the feeling was nothing new. People tend to enjoy making fun of the outcasts. When you searched through the crowd to see who it was, you found Yelena Belova’s eyes looking back at you. Yelena was one of the most popular girls in the school, currently sitting with the rest of her popular friends at a lunch table across the cafeteria. She didn’t even look away when the two of you made eye contact, while her friends were laughing. In annoyance you roll your eyes, pack your stuff and head to your next class.

*Meanwhile at Yelena's table* 

"What's wrong with you guys? She's just a person." Yelena says, annoyed with her friend's reaction to her interest in wanting to get to know you. "Yeah, a weird person." Josh answers, gaining him cheers and high fives from his friends. "Grow up." Yelena says while she packs her stuff and goes after you. She finds you in the hallway looking at your phone. "Hey, y/n." She says approaching you. You look up from your phone but don't greet her back. Yelena continues on, nonetheless. "I'm sorry about my friends." You shrug, you were used to it by now. "Hey, I was wondering if you would-" You cut her off before she could finish. "I'm not interested in doing your homework." You tell her and walk off. Yelena stands there dumbfounded, is that really how people treated you? All she wanted to do was invite you to a party next week. You went on with the rest of your classes, and continued your day. After your last class you went back to your dorm, turned your gaming device on and plopped down on your bed. Finally, you could relax and not have to worry about people watching your every move. 

A few days pass without any major interactions with ignorant people. Until Thursday afternoon, you had just grabbed your books and notes for your next class from your locker and were walking in the hallway on your way to your next class. You didn't think it was necessary to put all the stuff you just grabbed in your bag, since you'd have to take it out in just a couple minutes anyways, so you carried the books and your folder full of notes in your arms. You slow down when you see Chris standing right in front of you. Chris was the quarterback for the school's football team. He was tall. He was strong. He was intentionally blocking your path. You took a deep breath before you said, "Excuse me, can I pass?" He laughs, "I don't think so." There was not much you could do physically to get past him, so your only option was to ask again, as there was no other hallway that led to the classroom that you needed to go to. "Come on, just let me through, please." All he did in response was knock your books and folder out of your hands, your notes flew out of the folder and scattered across the floor. 

Before you could say anything else you heard a voice from behind you. "Chris, what is wrong with you? This is not how you treat people." Yelena walks past you and stands in front of Chris. "I do not want to see you near y/n ever again, do you understand?" Chris nods, he suddenly seemed small, like he was scared of Yelena, who was like a foot smaller than him. "Good, now scram." She says sternly. Her stern voice and angry face instantly soften when she turns around and looks at you. "I'm sorry, something like that won't happen again, I promise." She kneels down and starts gathering your papers, you join her and put everything back in the folder. "Why are you being nice to me?" You ask when she hands you the pile that she gathered. "Why wouldn’t I?" Yelena shrugs. “People tend to not be nice to me, as you’ve just witnessed. It’s not really the norm for people like me. People tend to only be nice to me when they want something from me. You know, like you did the other day.” 

“I didn’t want anything from you, I just wanted to invite you to a party. I’m sorry people are so horrible.” - “You want to invite me to a party, which will most likely consist of people who are horrible to me?” Yelena looks down at her feet, “Yeah, I didn’t really think that one through.. I thought it would be fun to hang out outside of school and get to know each other.” You’re finding it hard to believe that the most popular girl in the school wants to hang out with you, so you push. “What would your friends think when they see you hanging out with me?” Yelena is quick to respond, “I don’t care what they think. If they were to have a problem with it, which in my mind is totally unreasonable, that’s on them and they should grow up.” Hearing her say that, plus her standing up to you was starting to make you feel like she might actually be interested in getting to know you. You could just see where it would take you right? “Okay, we can hang out, but I’m not going to that party. Maybe we could go to an arcade or something?” Yelena smiles, “Yes, that sounds great.” 

You walk to your next class together, now definitely late. Yelena told you not to worry about it and follow her lead. She opens the classdoor and you both walk in. Yelena walks up to the professor and whispers, “I’m sorry Sir, there was a little time of the month issue, if you know what I mean.” He nods, “Take a seat.” The two of you find an empty set of tables at the end of the classroom and sit down next to each other. You worked together on the assignment of the class, and already you started to realize more and more that Yelena didn’t want anything more than to get to know you. You were laughing and making jokes about the assignment together. At the end of the class Yelena writes down her number in your notes. “Text me so we can make plans.” She hands you back the paper and is out the door. You look after her with a smile on your face.

When you get home from school, you grab your notes and add Yelena’s contact. You sent her a message right away.

You: Hey Yelena, it’s y/n. Did you still want to go to the arcades?

Yelena: Yes, of course! Do you have plans tonight?

You: No, not really.

Yelena: Great, can I pick you up at 8pm?

You: Yeah, sounds good :)

You sent her your address before you get started on your homework. Your mom calls you downstairs for dinner, you sit down at the table and tell her about your plans tonight. She’s both excited and nervous, but she tells you to have fun before she leaves for her night shift. Soon after you changed into a different outfit, you heard the doorbell ring. Yelena stood on the other side of the door with a big smile, “I’m sorry, I know I’m a bit early, I was just very excited for tonight. I can wait if you’re not ready yet.” Her eagerness calms your nerves. “I’m ready, let’s go.” You smile and walk to her car. At the arcade you played games the whole evening, you were better at aiming games and she was better at speed games. You had so much fun, you can’t remember when the last time was that you had laughed this much. At the end of the evening you traded in all your tickets for prizes. You got some snacks for the way back from your tickets, while Yelena got the biggest teddy bear that her tickets could buy. She hands the teddy bear to you, “Here, this is for you.” She says with a nervous smile. You take the bear and hold it tight. “Thank you, I love it.” Yelena grabs your hand and leads you back to her car. The moment her hand touched your, your heart skipped a beat. 

Yelena drives you back home and walks you up to your door. “I had a lot of fun tonight.” Yelena shares. “Me too, maybe we can do it again sometime?” You look up at her with hopeful eyes. “Yes, I would love to.” She takes a step closer to you and kisses your cheek. “I’ll text you when I get home safely.” You stand on the porch watching her leave. How on earth was all of this happening?

Yelena: I made it. Have a good night x

You: Good night x

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[wonderlandwalker]

Cherished Moments | Finnick Odair x Reader

THG Masterlist / Taglist / Inbox

Summary: Finnick is trying to get you to relax and, well, it works maybe a bit too much.

Content Warnings/Tags: Mostly fluff, small injury, lovesick Finnick, grumpy!reader x sunshine!Finnick, insinuations of violence, no use of y/n

Word Count: 1.2k

Requested by Anon: I love your writing!!! What do you think a grumpy reader × sunshine finnick would be like? Love the back cat gf golden retriever bf trope haha and I feel like finnick would be obsessed with someone who was mean to everyone BUT him! Feel free to ignore if you don't feel inspired, I'll read everything you write anyway!!

A/N: Can someone pls let me know if they actually manage to find the request after I've posted them I have no clue if these are getting through. Ngl this one was a struggle for me but once I found the right idea it came pouring out. Do they even have darts in the Hunger Games universe? Well, they do now. Keep sending me requests I genuinely love doing them!!

“Come on, I know you can do it! I’ve seen you throw knives, this is pretty much the same thing, only smaller.” Finnick was trying to encourage you, but you weren’t easy to win over. 

“I’m telling you, I can’t. This is just different. The darts are so much smaller and lighter, it throws me off balance.” You were at a party in District 13, well, calling it a party would be generous. 

“Just try. I’ll help you come on. I promise it’ll be fun.” He couldn't hide his smile at your antics, but he also knew if anyone was able to convince you, it was him.

“Fine, but if something goes wrong it's on you.” You looked him in the eyes, and could see a spark of light inside them, and you wouldn't admit it, not with all the other people in the room, but it warmed your heart a little.

“It’ll be fine, what’s the worst that could happen” He asked you, and you almost scoffed at the question.

“I could hit someone, and then everyone will hate me even more than they already do”

“They don't hate you, they just don't know you the way I do.” Whenever someone would ask him what he saw in you, he would always be dumbfounded. Sure, you had a hard exterior, but when someone has gone through as much in their life as you did, were you really to blame? No, he didn't understand the question, because, to him, you were perfect. Whether you were sulking at breakfast for having to leave the bed or smiling at him because they were serving your favourite dish for dinner, he would take anything you gave him. 

“Are you telling me that you, the victor of the 70th Hunger Games, are afraid of hurting someone with a tiny dart?” He was challenging you, and it was working.

“I'm not afraid, I just don't want anything to go wrong.” The way your voice softened around him made his heart beat faster for you and sometimes, he swore you knew and were doing it on purpose.

“You won’t, just throw it straight into the board.”

Finnick is standing behind you, grinning like he’s just won some sort of lottery while he guides your arm up for you, you can feel his breath on your neck before he whispers “Come on love, do it for me.” You’ve never been able to deny him, to your own annoyance at times, so you do as he says.

The dart flies through the air, and it doesn't hit the board, but it comes relatively close. So you throw a second dart and it hits the board, but you don’t manage to score any points just yet. As you throw another one, it manages to hit the board, but only for a little while before it falls to the floor. You throw your hands up in defeat before saying “See, told you I couldn't do it.” But Finnick hasn't given up, in you, he would never give up.

“That’s nonsense, you just have to try again, be patient.” He walks over to collect your darts and hands them back to you. He steps behind you again, guiding you into the right position before speaking.

“Just close your eyes, imagine you’re throwing them at Snow.” It makes you laugh and he can feel your muscles relax. He would always feel so proud of himself when he made you laugh, he didn't mind that you don't do it often, it would only feel like so much more of an achievement.

You do as he says, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath right before you throw the dart, hitting it right in the bullseye. You throw another, hitting the bullseye again. But you miss the board with the next one when Finnick leaves a small kiss on your shoulder, and your breath hitches. You can feel his body moving from behind you, and focus to throw another dart. It’s only when you hear an exclamation of pain coming from right in front of you that you snap open your eyes, you would recognize it anywhere. In front of you was Finnick, standing right next to the board with one of his hands clutched in the other, and when you take a closer look, you can see the dart that is stuck in the back of Finnick's hand.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry are you okay.” He would never tell you this, but he doesn't even mind that it happened, seeing you being sweet on him so openly, it makes him forget anything even happened in the first place.

“I'm fine sweetheart.” there is a strain in his voice, and he knows you can hear it too from the way your brows furrow in regret. You knew he wasn't trying to be tough for you, no, you had moved past that years ago. he was trying to not make you worry, it was something he would always do no matter how much pain he was in. But you were worried, because in contrast to all those other times, this time it was your fault that he was hurt. It never phased you much when someone would get shot, it never phased you much as you heard the canons each night in the arena signalling another death, not in the way it phased other people, but this, this broke you.

“Finnick you are not fine, there is a fucking dart inside your hand and it's my fault.”

“Well, most people don’t throw a fourth dart sweetheart." He says, and he chuckles a little, but you don't hear it in your state of worry.

“I am so sorry I-” You were choking up over your guilt, and while he loved getting to see your raw emotions, this one he didn't enjoy.

“Hey, no, I'm sorry too, don't get yourself worked up over this. It's just a dart, I will be fine. Why don’t you go get me a first aid kit?” He really was fine, and he could have gotten it himself, but he knew how much you would get in your own head when you didn't have anything to do in these kinds of situations. 

Once you come back and help patch him up, he looks up at you and you catch his gaze. A smile crosses his face in a way he knows his cheeks are going to hurt.

“Why are you smiling” you ask, confused at his glee in a situation like this.

“Because I know you care about me. You don’t always show it, and you don’t have to, because moments like these I’ll cherish forever.” His eyes are sparkling as he looks into yours, he swears he could just stand here and look at you for the rest of his life. 

“Oh, would you shut up already” you tell him while swatting his hand away from your face and rolling your eyes.

“You can’t tell me to shut up, you threw a dart into my hand.” He’s still grinning like an idiot, and it's infecting you. One of the corners of your mouth lifts up, and it's subtle, but he catches it, how could he not with how intently he is watching you. You’re back to your old dynamic, but he loves it just as much.

[cannellee]

Love this blog fr <3 wish their was more omegaverse on tumblr..

I have a request! Any alpha tokyo revengers characters x tall! Omega reader !!!

Can you imagine reader from far away looks intimidating because of their height but is actually a sweet heart !! I love this trope sm

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ★

୨୧ alpha! Tokyo revengers x tall!omega! Reader (pairing : mikey, draken, baji & sanzu)

— a/b/o tokyo revengers headcanons

tw : slightly pervy mikey (?) & unhinged baji.

my masterlist : ☆

(aaah thank you sm!! I hope you like it��)

MIKEY

when mikey first met you, he never once thought you were an omega. a beta for sure or a submissive alpha at least, but definitely not an omega.

you had that intimidating look and an overall quietness that is so foreign to an omega. he was surprised when you first talked to him about a school project to smell such a sweet aroma around you.

probably thought you were carrying some sort of snacks and asked you to share.

your usually unexpresisve features softened instantly and you explained quickly that it was just your pheromones.

seeing a flustered look on your face was new for mikey. he might be slow at times but he understood immediately what you meant and that he was mistaken.

your height never phased him. he was an alpha, and didn't need his omega to be shorter than him for him to have confidence.

when you started dating, he was actually amused by the reactions you would give him.

mikey loved to tease you. you just seemed so sure of yourself, even though all he needed to do to make you loose your composure was his pheromones.

it seems you were very sensitive to smells, more than your average omega. and mikey knew it.

he couldn't help himself! you were just so cute crouching down to dig your nose into his neck to moment his scent hit you.

your scent also drove him crazy. with little to no care for time or place, mikey would often bury his nose into your chest. it's not his fault if your boobs were always right in front of his eyes!

he doesn't care if you're shy, you can't stop him from getting a good sniff. you might be taller but mikey still is stronger than you.

would then sweep you off your feets and carry you bridal style to yours or his house.

mikey loves it when you're both inside his bed or your nest, that way he can kiss you without having to ask you to bend down. that face you make when you weren't expecting his kisses is adorable!

forces you into his clothes. he loves when you smell like him, especially when you both go outside. his sweaters are often too small for you, but insists you look good with tight clothes regardless.

buys a few oversized shirts a while after...

mikey felt a sense of pride to have such a beautiful omega submit to him & accept him as her alpha.

he might tease you a lot, but never about your height, and those who dare act up in front of you are met with a fight, no exceptions.

mikey is unsurprisingly protective and takes his role as your alpha really seriously.

people often mistake you as a beta and that sometimes lead you to uncomfortable situations. others don't think much of it and think of you as an assertive type of person, they often disregard your feelings as a result.

that's not mikey's case. and his instincts and genuine care for you make him able to read every one of your reactions, even though he doesn't look like the observant type.

if you don't feel at ease, he will gently drag you away and take his time to calm you down.

DRAKEN

being taller than any omega, people would often subconsciously treat you with less care than your counterparts.

believing the perfect omega is someone shorter than them, most alphas never even looked at you as a potential mate.

you kept repeating to yourself that it didn't matter, that you would fine someone worth it one day. but you couldn't change the fact that you were deeply insecure.

you tried everything to make you look smaller, less intimidating, being sure you would attract more alphas, but to no avail.

when you met draken was the first time you didn't feel out of place.

being pretty tall himself and an alpha at that, he was unexpectedly the taller one out of the both of you.

he is also surprised about your height but doesn't think twice about it.

you're a sweet thing who needs an alpha's attention, and good for you, draken is just soo ready to give you that.

the more he gets to know you, the more delicate you appear in his eyes. your every moves are so captivating, slow and soft.

draken's protective instincts are always on when you're near.

he enjoys the fact that he doesn't have to bend down to kiss you. he will look at you in the eyes and tenderly put his lips on yours. it's just easier and more romantic that way!

being almost the same height as him is very practical too! he's your personal stress reliever, and you find yourself burying your face into his neck with ease at any time of the day.

draken lets you do anything with him. he loves making you happy and comfortable.

knows it's useless but draken will still try and help you around the house or when you're doing groceries to grab the higher items before you do.

says it's to avoid you dropping it on your face and hurting yourself, you tell him you can easily do it yourself but you find his motives very touching.

draken knows how previous alphas have treated you and hates himself for not meeting you sooner.

would give them the beating of their lives if he ever got his hands on those who hurt you.

how could someone possibly harm you, physically or mentally, you're such a kind omega, and so docile at that. your desire to please your alpha is so strong it drives draken mad.

you're lucky you found him. draken knows how to look after you the way a reliable alpha should. you can always count on him!

BAJI

baji is completely devoted to you.

I still can't get off my head how he's toman's n.1 boyfriend.

when baji first saw you, he knew he was going to make you his.

he thought you were the prettiest omega he ever saw and never once doubted your second gender.

most people would agree baji is a bit clueless but there are stuff that don't escape his eye.

the way you carried yourself so softly, your soft spoken tone, your natural kindness and the terribly sweet and fruity smell that followed you everywhere, there was no way you could be anything other than an omega.

while baji has his smart moments, he also is a bit dense.

probably thought he would've to assert dominance first, in order to make you look at him.

people couldn't possibly get the attention of an omega such as you, elegant and graceful, without proving themselves.

can you imagine how shocked he was when he found out you didn't like his present.

turns out burnt cars with your name carved on them isn't your thing.

baji starts to court you like a normal alpha would after that.

when you both finally decide to date, he's the most doting alpha you've ever had.

people sometimes look at you funny. you both form and odd pair, with a feral alpha baji and his tall and shy omega who's trying to calm him down.

when that happens you drown him in you scent and hug him like a baby.

he loves it when you do that, but when he cools down, you're back into his arms and he's the one scenting you.

if you were to ever kindly make fun of him for being shorter, he would waste no time in tackling you to the bed and making you understand that he doesn't have to be your height to be the one in control in your relationship.

baji has the upper hand in your dynamic, his abundant confidence is what keeps him away from insecurities.

he knows he's very much capable and can protect you if danger arises.

has such a soft spot for you, he thinks you're genuinely the purest and most loving person he knows.

when he wants to look at you in the eyes, he carries you with ease to the nearest low wall and makes you sit on it. places himself in front of you, between your legs and starts scenting you.

scenting is a big part of your couple's life. baji is all about claiming you in that way.

showers you with kisses and attention. your height doesn't matter to him.

SANZU

sanzu takes dating you as a way to prove himself as an alpha.

you're tall, confident and really beautiful.

he thinks he's way out of your league.

tall omegas like you are so rare, countless of alphas must have tried to get their hands on you but you still chose him?

that's it, you're bound for life.

the first time you interacted he was swept off his feet, he thought you were really pretty, sure, but your kind-hearted and humble personality was unexpected.

you were a breath of fresh air in his life of delinquent.

growls and threatens anyone who dares offend you, if they can't appreciate the person you are then there's no reason they should stay around you any longer.

sanzu with a tall omega mate gives off major guard dog energy. he feels like you're so precious you could be snatched away instantly if he were to turn his head, even for a small second.

probably a bit paranoid, but that's why he protects you so well. sanzu will unknowingly make you feel the safest you've ever been.

now his wardrobe is your wardrobe, he will buy clothes too big for him just so you can wear his stuff.

sanzu is always with you, insists that you need his constant care, that your unusual height makes you more desirable and that he can't let another alpha gets his hands on you.

acts all big and fierce when you're both out, he needs to keep the danger at bay, but gets all pouty at home and engulfs himself in your embrace.

he loves it when you're the one who takes care of him at home.

complains about how you didn't look at him enough earlier when you were with your friends. he's just mad he has to grab your chin to make you notice him more.

he will use his pheromones if you keep teasing him, spreading them so much your heat start and he has to carry you home to take care of you just the way you need it.

sanzu just worships your every being. thinks your height is the most attractive part of your body.

[whxre-bxby]

Out of all the recoms, who do you think would be best/most likely to talk you through an orgasm?

Masterlist

WARNINGS: NSFW, 18+ content, SMUT (not proofread)

It would definitely be one who cares about you. Being talked through that by someone also shows the 'power' they have which is why:

Colonel Miles Quaritch

...is number one. He's an old man so he isn't there for quickies. He likes to take his time and he's a mean tease. Something that really gets him going is when you are submissive and visibly smaller than him. He loves the power and size difference and definitely uses it to his advantage to tease, embarrass, and overwhelm you. The teasing continues all the way until the very end. Meaning he'll be mean through your orgasm but nice enough to let you cum.

He'd say things like:

"Aww look at you baby, fucked dumb by my cock."

"Stupid slut, you want more don't ya?"

"You're Daddy's whore ain't ya? Lettin' me use you all the time."

"You're takin' me so well."

Quaritch does care about you, he just doesn't verbally say so. Praise is rare from him but that's why when you get it, it's good. During your orgasm, he'll continue to pleasure you but he'll make fun of you for being so desperate for him. Secretly, he loves when you beg and especially loves when you're so fucked out you can't think or answer him except moan and cry. Crying turns him on big time.

Z-Dog / Zdinarsk

Is second because even though I don't write for her, I know she prioritises your pleasure over hers. Sometimes when you two have sex, she won't even touch herself or let you touch her because she just gets so much pleasure out of overstimulating you and making you cum as many times as she can. If her mouth is free while you cum, she will guide you through it and tell you how well you're doing. Sometimes she will tease the shit out of you until your face is flushed and all you can do is beg and plead.

"That's it baby, let go."

"Come on, make Mommy proud."

"Look at you, so pretty for me when you cum."

Lopez

...would probably be third because I just know that he knows exactly what he's doing. His experience isn't abnormal but he just got the hang of it quickly. He's a switch, meaning he'll enjoy taking pleasure as much as giving it to you and he won't mind being dom or sub. It all depends on the occasion. He as well isn't a fan of quickies unless there is no other option. Lopez loves to take his time and edge you until your body is weak and begging for a release. Seeing you follow his movements with your hips like it's everything and all you will ever need gets him so uncontrollably hard, he can straight away go another round after you've both cum. When you orgasm, he takes pride in it and needs to hear you confirm how good it is and that it's him making your legs shake.

"Such a beautiful mess you're making, baby."

"Is it that good?" he would coo in your ear with a grin.

"Come on Mami, tell me. Who's making you feel like this?"

Lyle Wainfleet

I'm not sure exactly where to position Lyle, because it definitely depends on who you are to him and what occasion it is. He loves quickies and had a few fuck buddies during his time in the RDA, so if that is what you are to him, he won't be as verbal. He'd occasionally praise you and say how good it feels, but that would be it. If he would talk you through your orgasm as a friend with benefits, then he would just tease you about it. However, if you're dating, Lyle would absolutely prioritise you. If he loves you, he will make you his world and his everything. So when you cum it means a lot to him and you'll be flooded with compliments, love and praise.

"God, you look so pretty like this"

"Fuck- that's it. Look at you. So fuckin' perfect."

"Let go baby, I'll give it to you. Don't worry."

Mansk

We all know by now that Mansk is more conservative. He's not as outrageously social as Lyle is which means he gets laid less because he doesn't initiate conversations or talk to people he doesn't know. (Unlike Lyle, who I know was a total slut as a human). If Mansk finds someone, or more like if someone finds Mansk and it leads to sex (without romance) he's quiet. Literally, no words are being spoken he just focuses on his pleasure and then helps the other person get off. He would never hook up with anyone random he doesn't know too well though. If you're in a relationship, everything is different. He trusts you and is able to let his guard down around you. Which is also when he is more vocal. He prefers to listen to you but from time to time he enjoys just letting it all out and talking away with you for hours. During sex, Mansk is a changed man. He's just so in love with you he will randomly blurt out the compliments that cross his mind. You can be riding him, going down on him or he can be pleasuring you and the man will just stop for a few seconds. When you wonder why he stopped moving you look up at him to see his lovestruck eyes admiring you. He'll be mumbling things like: "I love you so much..." ; "You're so pretty." ; "You look like an angel...".

When you're having an orgasm, he takes so much pleasure in seeing your body react to him and he watches how your face contorts. Once, he was watching you pleasure yourself and when you visibly came, he creamed his pants without even touching himself.

"Let go baby, please. Let me see you."

"Don't hide, I want to see how good you feel."

"That's it, take it all."

"You're so good for me, 'm so lucky to have you."

(Author's note: I'll be gone for a week because I'm on holiday with friends. Probably won't manage to post until next week, sorry.)

Tag list: @numarusworld @jatwow @number1gal @ikranwings @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed

[holylulusworld]

G & CSP (4) - How to become a villain

Summary: After Steve messed up (aka talked to some other woman) he tries to make amends and get to know you better.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Villain!Reader

Warnings: implied smut, a little teasing/making out, idiots in love

Written for: Winter Break Advent: Day 7 - Close proximity

Catch up here: Blurb (3) - The first fight

Goddess & Captain Sassypants masterlist

“Don't you just want to let go and have the bad girl, a villain for once?" You purr and run your fingers through his hair to mess it up a little.

Your lips brush over Steve’s. You breathe against him but don’t touch his lips. If he wants a kiss, he must beg you for it.

He’s the one giving in first. Steve cups your face and presses his lips to yours. He devours your mouth, making you gasp against his soft lips.

Steve smiles at the memory. You opened up to him even more. And now, you crossed a line. Your flirty banter and all the teasing ended in a night of passion. (According to you.) Steve would call it making love.

“So,” Steve clears his throat. He’s still not back in your good graces. (at least not completely.) You took it to heart that he ruined your fifth date fight in the park. 

The bench you sat on that day didn’t make it out alive. The same goes for the woman’s car, her apartment, and almost her dog too.

The last one was an accident! 

You tried to rip her handbag off her shoulder only to watch her dog fly off the roof. Of course, you saved the poor dog just in time. 

She didn’t get it back, though. Let’s say Carl got the dog he always wanted, and the woman is missing an accessory she loved to carry around in a handbag. 

“Goddess, are you still mad at me?” Steve repeats the same line he said a hundred times already. “Please forgive me for messing our date up.”

You glare at him. “That wasn’t a date, Captain Sassypants!”

“Our epic battle then,” he grins when you melt against his warm chest. “So, do you want me to make things up again?”

You quirk a brow and lift the silky sheet covering his lower half. “You really are a super-soldier, huh? I didn’t think it comes with a mechanic dick.”

Steve chuckles at your comment. “It’s not mechanic, doll.”

“I don’t know,” you move your hand to his crotch to feel him up. “Litte Captain Sassypants is hard as steel!”

He grabs your hand to place it on his chest. Steve wants to talk about a few things with you.

“You never told me why you became a villain,” he softly says while you are busy running your right hand over his naked chest. “Every infamous villain has a backstory. Don’t they?”

Crap. You’re not prepared to give him a good lie. The truth is, you had a huge crush on Steve and started to commit smaller crimes to get his attention. One thing led to another, and you ended up with a whole bunch of crazy minions, a huge mansion, and a name everyone fears.

"A villain is in control. I had enough of feeling helpless. All my life people walked all over me. I got treated badly because of my powers. I belonged nowhere. Not even Shield wanted me. So, I became a villain and embraced my powers and being different from others,” you say. 

It’s not a complete lie. Your life sucked, and you got used to being an outcast. Everyone overlooked you until you decided to impress a certain hero with your powers and the crimes you committed.

“I see,” Steve wraps one arm around your body to hold you close to his warm chest. “Every villain has a backstory then.”

“What about you?” You lift your head from his chest. “Aren't you tired of being the golden boy and perfect minion to Shield, the Avengers, and everyone else out there?" You rake your nails over his chest, causing Steve to shudder. “Don’t you want to break out and run away sometimes?”

“With you?” He smirks and looks at you in his arms. “Imagine, the mightiest villain and Captain America run off for their honeymoon.”

“Whoa, slow down!” You grunt. “I conquered your body to weaken your resistance and make sure my minions can wreak havoc while you are busy with other things I never agreed to marry you.”

“You will,” he shrugs. “I know you want to be a good person. You only need someone to help you see you’re not evil.”

“I enchanted you,” you hum to yourself. “I’m even mightier than I thought. I made Captain America lose his mind!”

“That you did.” Steve agrees to not lose the chance to hold you in his arms a little longer. 

You’re a good person, he just knows it. Every time you take care of one of your minions or save someone standing in the line of fire he sees your true self.

Sadly, no one before Steve saw the light in you. They tried to extinguish it or turn it into a raging fire.

“Good thing I live in close proximity to the Avengers Tower. This way, I can keep an eye on you, Captain.”

“You’re still mad at me,” he sighs deeply. “Doll, I told you this woman meant nothing to me. She didn’t stand a chance against you.”

“Damn right,” you click your tongue. “I gave it to that bitch good. She will never try to get her greedy hands on someone else’s man-” You cough and try to play your slip-of-tongue cool. “I meant enemy.”

Steve poorly tries to hide the smirk creeping across his face. He nuzzles your hair and sighs again. “What did you do to her?”

“Nothing.”

“Goddess.”

“I kinda stole her poor dog. Little fart is much happier with Carl.”

“Little fart?”

“I didn’t name the dog,” you grumble. “Carl did.”

“You know stealing is illegal. Right?” Steve tuts, letting the hero and goody-in-two shoes show.

You chuckle darkly. “Oh, I did more than steal her dog. Do you want to arrest me now, Captain?” While you straddle his lap and place your hands on his chest, Steve watches you with adoration in his eyes. “Hey, stop looking like a love-sick puppy. We are not here to make love! You are my prisoner for the time being.”

“Oh, please don’t chain me up in the cold cell again,” he plays along. Steve knows you don’t like to give up control or admit feelings. Weakness is not an option. You had a hard life and won’t be weak ever again.

Well, maybe you allow yourself once in a while to be weak when you are in his arms. “If you are a good prisoner, you can stay here.”

“Phew, good.” Steve watches you lie back down on top of him. “I feared Tony must come to my rescue. You know him. He’ll call you my girlfriend again.”

“I dare him!” You exclaim loudly. “I’m your master and made you my willing slave. Nothing else.”

“I know, doll,” Steve runs his hand over your back. “I’ll tell him so. Promised.”

“Good. We don’t want your little friends to come over and believe they’ll get my cookies or shit. I won’t share my technology or minions with them.”

“Goddess, I need you to tell me what you did with that woman.” Steve already knows you wrecked her car and apartment.

“She had it coming,” you lift your head from his chest to grin at Steve. “I think she learned her lesson. No one touches my archenemy.”

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[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Fighter chapter 13

Note: a little filler chapter! Earlier chapters are: here.

Warnings: fluff, very very light angst for a split second.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: Your husband revealed a sudden plan to you.

wordcount: 2,1k

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You sat in the passenger seat of your husband's brand new Bugatti, which had a custom made red as blood interior. You stared with horror at the tiny glass jar that dangled from his rearview mirror.

Inside the tiny jar were his two knocked out teeth, softly clinking against their enclosure with each turn and speedbump Sihtric encountered, as he drove to the hotel you had booked which was a few towns over. Most people have a cute key chain dangle from that same mirror, but not Sihtric, no. Your husband; Sihtric Kjartansson, the former kickboxing world champion and current UFC fighter, just had to have his own two front teeth up there, to your disgrace. You truly couldn't stand the gap between his teeth nor the awful lisp he spoke with now. You knew he couldn't help it, but it was just so off putting to you that you just couldn't bear listening to him at all. So instead of talking, you cuddled and kissed… a lot. But only pecks on his bruised lips though, as kissing with tongue was also a big no for you since the fight. And although your husband understood why you were slightly repulsed by him, it still was a cause for tension, both sexual and non-sexual.

You arrived at the hotel in no-time, as Sihtric still liked to cross the speed limit with his ridiculously fast and expensive car. You didn't even tell him off anymore about his speeding, knowing after all this time together that he wouldn't listen anyway, and you'd receive the "don't tell me how to drive" speech from him if you did speak up, and you did not want to hear him talk right now.

When you checked in at the hotel and dropped your bags off in the room, not many words were exchanged, but your touches lingered and Sihtric was like a cat; headbutting and grabbing you lovingly to get your attention instead of using his words. And his soft hums and purrs told you he liked it whenever he had you caught in his arms and got to kiss your face all over. You couldn't lie; you enjoyed the silence of your husband not speaking and saying things without thinking, but you also truly missed the sound of his voice. You mainly missed his sleepy voice when you were in bed together, where he'd always tell you how much he loves and needs you before falling asleep, while squeezing you in his arms and peppering you all over with kisses. He had tried that the night before, after his fight, but his lisp had gotten worse with every word he spoke. So eventually you politely said, 'Honey, I love you too. But please, just shut the fuck up.' And so the silence had begun.

Sihtric didn't argue though and kept quiet as much as he could. He did love to rile you up, but after everything you'd both been through lately he wanted to give you a break. He would never confess it to you, because he was too cocky, but he agreed that his lisp was awful and that the gap between his teeth truly was a terrible look. He wished his teeth could be fixed sooner than next week, but it just wasn't an option. He also didn't really mind not speaking, even though it was sometimes hard to keep his silly little thoughts to himself. He just wasn't sure how the house viewing would go later that day, as he obviously had to speak at some point. 

And without another word, but a few quick pecks on your lips, he took your hand as you both left the hotel room and went on your way to view your potential future home.

When Sihtric pulled up to the house, you were immediately taken aback by how much bigger it was than you expected. You had both agreed on the viewing, but the photos just didn't do justice to the actual size. The house was definitely smaller than the one Sihtric currently owned, but it was still too big in your opinion. It was a two story, old farm house that definitely needed to be fixed up, but you and Sihtric were actually excited to fix up a property and completely make it your own, but a place of this size was something else.

'Geeze,' you chuckled as you stared at the house, 'I thought we were going to live smaller.'

'It is smaller,' your husband shrugged, his awful lisp making you grimace.

'Yeah, but it's still… huge. I don't know about this, Siht,' you said before you got out of the car, 'it'll be a lot of work to fix this up. I can't even imagine the costs.'

'Give it a chance, bunny,' Sihtric lisped, 'and we have the money for it anyway.'

'Yeah, you have the money for it-'

'We have the money for it,' your husband cut you off, agitated, 'we're married. My money is your money too, and you know that. We both liked this place enough to go and view it, so at least give it a shot,' he hissed.

You rolled your eyes but knew Sihtric was right, you had both agreed on the viewing so you had to go into this more positively. You still struggled with the whole "his money being yours too" but you knew that was another argument you'd never win. Every time you had used your own money to buy something, which was basically still Sihtric's money as you earned it by being his physiotherapist, he'd transfer whatever amount you had spent right back into your account if he found a receipt of your purchase. You always threw out the receipts as fast as possible, so he wouldn't see it and give you the money, but sometimes you forgot to cut a tag out of a new clothing item in time. Other times Sihtric would notice something new in the house, whether it would be a vase or a frame, and he somehow always found out where you got it from and figured out the costs of it, and then you'd see the amount spent appear in your account again. You told him several times to stop that, but Sihtric was as stubborn as he was strong, and he wouldn't listen.

When you got out of the car you were greeted by the real estate agent, who told you right away that the huge fields you had passed only a moment ago were also part of the property.

'Really?' you smiled and nudged Sihtric while the agent made his way inside the house already, 'babe, we could keep horses here!'

'Horses?' Sihtric sputtered and scoffed, 'what are you going to do with a horse?'

'Take care of it? And ride it, duh.'

'Well,' Sihtric shrugged and then smiled widely, 'you don't need a horse, you can ride me anytime.'

You stared into his eyes and then at the gap between his teeth, and you gave him a disapproving look.

'Yeah, I'll ride you when you fix your teeth,' you muttered.

'You can ride me and we'll switch off the lights.'

'And hear you lisp in the dark?' you shuddered, 'I don't think so. Look, horses are-'

Sihtric clicked his tongue and cut you off again, 'Bunny, we're not getting horses.'

'But why not? Look at all this space,' you gestured at the land.

'Because!' he hissed, 'I just don't want it. I'll get you anything, darling, but not horses.'

'Sihtric,' you snorted, 'are you afraid of horses?'

'What? No!' he lisped, 'I- I-... we don't have time for this, come on,' he grabbed your hand and pulled you with him, 'let's go and see the house.'

You kind of hated how easily you both fell in love with the property, and when you stood in the last room there was to view, you already knew Sihtric would place a bid as soon as possible. Sihtric had been glad to see your attitude about the place turn around, and you were beaming with smiles and positivity throughout the viewing, but that abruptly changed.

'This is the last room, it's not huge but it's perfect for a study or a home office, or even for a baby room,' the agent smiled, having no idea who Sihtric was or what you two had been through, which had been refreshing, up until now.

Your smile disappeared immediately and Sihtric noticed you completely shut down as you stared down at your feet.

'Eh, yeah,' Sihtric finally spoke, which confused the agent but he pretended to not see the gap or hear the lisp, 'about the, eh, the lands,' he sniffed, 'are we allowed to build on it?'

'Absolutely,' the agent said, 'you need to request a permit though, but it is allowed. Got big plans then, huh?'

'Perhaps,' Sihtric lisped while you turned away and stared out the window, fighting your tears, 'are the fields dog friendly? Like no poisonous plants or anything?'

'Oh, eh,' the agent chuckled, 'our information told us nothing about that, so it should be safe. Also the fields have fences already, so that saves you some money if you think of owning a dog or two.'

'Yeah, just a dog or two,' Sihtric smiled, and the agent stared at the gap between his teeth.

'So, eh,' the agent cleared his throat, 'I'll give you, eh, some time to view the place on your own. How about we meet outside in half an hour?'

Sihtric nodded in agreement, and the agent left down the stairs. Sihtric kept quiet until he knew the real estate agent couldn't hear you two anymore, and then he walked up to you at the window.

'So, do you like the place?' Sihtric asked and tried to sneak his arms around your waist.

'Yeah,' you mumbled and tried to leave the room, but your husband was fast to grab your hand.

'Bunny,' he whispered and pulled you into his arms, where you began to cry, 'I know,' he murmured as he held you tightly, 'I know, bunny.'

Sihtric wiped a tear of his own while you tried to pull yourself away from the thought that you'll probably never need a baby room in this house, even though the room you were in would indeed be perfect for it. After a short moment Sihtric leaned back slightly and took your chin, making you look up at him.

'Kiss?' he asked, to which you sniffled and smiled softly, then proceeded to kiss his lips.

'I love you,' he whispered, 'more than anything. Do you like this place, bunny? Can you see us live here?'

'I love you too,' you said, and Sihtric wiped your tears as you nodded, 'and I can see us live here,' you sniffled, 'I do like this place, but it's just quite big. And the land is great but it's also… it's so much, Sihtric, isn't it too much for just the two of us? You know we won't have… c-children. So…''

'But who said it'll be just the two of us forever?' Sihtric cupped your cheeks, 'hm?'

'What do you mean? You're talking about getting a dog?' you smiled and then scoffed, 'you know I love dogs, but… a dog or two won't fill up this massive space, honey.'

'I know,' he said, 'but there's something I haven't told you. Something I've been thinking of quite often lately. We don't really have anything we can do together, during our time off I mean. We enjoy doing different things, but when we're both home we just either vegetate on the couch or we fuck,' he chuckled, 'which I enjoy too. But I also want something we can both put our time in, something we built from scratch together and something that'll keep us busy too outside of our jobs. Something that… that could be a plan for the future too maybe, when my contract ends eventually, you know? I'm not going to be fighting forever, not on this level at least, so…'

'Sihtric, what are you talking about? What on earth do you want to do together that could,' you shook your head, confused, 'that could be a plan for the future for us?'

'Dogs,' Sihtric lisped heavily, then he smiled and took your hands, 'a dog shelter, bunny. Or a sanctuary, whatever. A place for older dogs and sick dogs that no one wants to take care of anymore. The dogs that no one wants to fight for anymore, while they desperately want and deserve a loving home too. We'd have the space here. We have the money and we can make the time for it. You and I both know we have so much love to give, so let us be the ones who can give that to those forgotten dogs. I want to build a place for them to spend their last years at, and give them good years. They'll spend it together with us, bunny. I want this to be our thing.'

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ok but 1dbandmate!yn with niall at harry's show 😭

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A/N: um...ouch. This actually turned out longer than expected, enjoy! 💚

SUMMARY: There's a familiar face in the crowd at Harry's Love On Tour show in Dublin. (1.8k)

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YN is on her own tour as of right now but both her and Harry go to each other's shows whenever they can. And whenever she gets a chance to go see her fiancé perform, she usually stands in the wings of the stage or in the box seating when Anne came. When he was performing in smaller arenas for his earlier shows on tour, she would stand (dance) near the pit. Sometimes interacting with fans whenever she could, which she and the fans absolutely loved because as we all know yn, too, is a major harrie.

But crowd interactions like that can't be so easily done when he's performing in sold out stadiums.

But exceptions are made for a reason.

There's some time left before Harry officially has to start heading out backstage.

YN is with him as always, already dressed and sitting on one of the leather couches in the green room while her fiancé puts on his shoes on a tiny green ottoman next to her. The two were in the middle of a conversation when Gemma suddenly gets a text message, excusing herself from talking with Jeff and walks right up to her future sister-in-law.

"Hey, YN. We should probably head up to our seats now."

YN furrows her eyebrows and looks at the clock on her phone with a pout to her lips. "We still got some time, Gem. Y'know we can get to the box in a couple of minutes."

"S'just, I'm getting a little nervous from all those people. S'a big crowd out there from what I've heard." Gemma lets out a nervous chuckle. "Not to make you nervous or anything, H."

"You're gonna to go down the private halls, sis. Don't gotta worry about anything." It really takes everything in her not to roll her eyes as the couple innocently looks up at her, trying to send secret mind signals to YN to just comply. 

Gemma takes a hold of YN's hand and gently but forcefully makes her get up from her seat.

"Ok, you got me. I just want to spend time with my future sister-in-law without so many people in the room. And you've been hogging her all day, let the girl breathe." Gemma quickly says, pulling her towards the door. Harry lifts his hands up with a glare towards his older sister.

"Oi!"

"Ok, ok, m'going. Just one sec." YN giggles, letting go of her hand before going over and bending down to her pouting fiancé to cup his cheeks. "You're gonna do amazing. Have fun, okay? I love you so much."

She gives him a big kiss, letting out a dramatic "Mwah!" that makes the dimples dig into his cheeks. 

"Love you so much it hurts." He tells her, grabbing her forearms to lean up for another kiss. "One more." 

YN gives in with a giggle as this goes on for another two kisses.

"Ew, ok none of that." Gemma pulls the two away as Harry continues to blow kisses her way until she's out of sight. The two women walk with their arms linked together, security surrounding them as they get escorted down the many hallways of the stadium. But YN gets a confused look on her face when they start to go away from the box seats and to the general seating area.

"Noah? Where are we going?" YN looks to her head security guard who's been on her team since her One Direction days. As he opens his mouth to respond, Gemma quickly chimes in.

"Oh! I just heard that one of my friends from primary school came to the show. You don’t mind that we make a quick pit stop before heading up, do you?"

YN knows that Gemma knows how risky it can be for her to go down to a crowded area like that. It raises her suspicion but she thinks about interacting with some fans around there. She misses them so much and wouldn't mind talking with a few of them. Even if it is for only a quick second.

"Of course not. If you wanted to see your friend so bad y'could have just told me back there." YN chuckles.

"Eh, you know how my brother is." She waves her off. "Always so protective over you that the mere thought of you going into a big crowd scares him. I wasn't lying, you need to breathe out for a sec, hon."

YN can't argue with her. Harry is always making sure his security is with her almost everywhere she goes if hers is not with her at the moment. And whenever she's away, he's calling or texting her to make sure she's safe. As much as she tells him to not check up on her so much, she can't help but secretly love it. She's a stubborn thing, claiming that she can handle herself in certain situations and doesn't need anyone—let alone a man—to protect her. But whenever he gets protective, possessive, over her, the butterflies get released inside of her belly. And it's one of things she loves most about him. She just loves him.

"You're thinking about him right now,, aren't you? Ugh, you guys are so in love it's stupid sometimes." Gemma teases. YN just laughs with a love sick smile as they begin to approach the seating area of the stadium. Once they’re led to their section, the security guards stay on the ledge above the lower seats. Gemma starts to walk down the steps first, YN following in tow.

She can hear some of the fans screaming when they spot her and YN gives a quick wave before watching her step. YN looks around and takes in how big the place is. It’s like it was yesterday that she was performing here, not only as a solo artist, but with her other four brothers.

YN sees Gemma come to a stop, smiling and waving to who she assumes is the friend she was talking about earlier. She’s getting ready to introduce herself when she sees an all too familiar face.

Niall stands up from his seat and gives a quick hug to Gemma before his eyes land on her.

YN’s breath catches up in her throat at her friend. They haven’t seen each other in person for almost two years and her heart just might burst open in excitement. 

“Niall, y’little shit.” He just laughs and it instantly ignites one of her own. She doesn’t think twice about walking into his extended arms.

“Hiya, honey. How are yeh?” He smiles into the shell of her ear, loud enough over the screaming crowd. His arms encircle the tops of her shoulders and the bottom of her chin digs into his shoulder. She’s absolutely over the moon to see him again, so indescribably happy to get one of Niall's infamous hugs. So why do her eyes start to get all watery?

“M’doing so much better now that you’re here.” She sighs out, her voice betrays her as it begins to wobble a bit. He doesn’t tease her like she thought he would. Niall just tightens his hold on her and sways them a bit.

It’s not long before he pulls back a bit and thumbs away the rogue tears from her eyes. They both chuckle at their situation and it feels like no time has passed between them. She gets introduced to his girlfriend before they both take a seat. Gemma has taken a seat in the row in front of them with her boyfriend and hasn’t stopped smiling at the success of her and Niall’s surprise. 

It warms the fans’ hearts to see how they two have been talking non-stop since they’ve sat down. They’ve been laughing so much and so hard that they’re left wondering what they could possibly be talking about to make Niall lean forward with his eyes pinched shut and YN twist in her seat with a hand to her stomach.

After they’ve calmed down a bit, Niall lets out a sigh as he looks out to the stage in front of them. “Isn’t that crazy? It feels like it was just yesterday we were all here, huh?”

“I was thinking the exact same thing on the way down here!”

“Were yeh?” He chuckles to a giggling YN as she nods her head. “And now look at us.”

“Look at us.”

“Who woulda thunk?”

“Not me.”

“Definitely not me.” The two begin to laugh again. Niall takes a sip of beer before saying, “We’re all grown up now.”

YN gives him a coy look with a quick raise of her eyebrows before taking a sip of her own drink. “Some of us have.”

It doesn’t take much to pick up what she meant. It’s been nearly impossible not to hear about what Liam said in his recent podcast interview.

He takes YN’s hand in his, the gesture making her look to his serious expression. “YN, y’really fuckin’ incredible. You and I both know I don’t need to tell you that. Or tell yeh to just block out toxic people.” Niall shrugs his shoulders and gestures out the crowd. “Just look where y’are. You’ve been performing here by yourself before any one of us. V’been meaning to tell yeh how proud I am of you. My baby sister.”

YN just tucks her lips in and nods, trying her hardest to not start tearing up again. She just rests her head on his shoulder with their hands still intertwined. 

“M’proud of you too, Nialler. I don’t tell you as often as I think about it.”

“Whatever, you’ve won like 10 Grammys already. No need to patronize me.” And that makes them both throw a fit of giggles again.

The fans capture every second they can of the other two members of One Direction when their attention isn’t on Harry performing. But all eyes go directly to Niall and YN as What Makes You Beautiful begins to play. Niall is just beaming while YN’s just wiping away her happy tears all the while they have an arm around each other. 

They make sure to leave their seats before the show ends so they can all go backstage and to Harry’s dressing room. 

Everyone’s chatting amongst themselves when the door opens and YN is quick to embrace her fiancé. 

“You did so good, baby.” She says after kissing his sweaty cheek. 

“Thank you, lovie. Where were you? I was looking up at the box and couldn’t spot...” Harry’s words trail off when he looks over YN’s shoulder to the rest of the people in the room. Well, to someone in particular. 

The two men don’t say anything but the smiles of their faces say enough. And for the millionth time tonight, YN’s trying to blink back the tears threatening to escape her eyes as she watches them share a big hug.

Just when she thinks it couldn’t get any better, Harry extends a hand out to her and Niall beckons her over with a nod of his head. She doesn’t hesitate to join the group hug and can’t help the one word from popping up in her mind: family.

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Congratulations for the event! May I request hcs of Leona and Floyd (seperated pls '^^) with a s/o who's significantly shorter than them but is still bold? Like their s/o is 150cm but doesn't give a shit and still annoys the hell out of them and threatens them even tho they don't stand a chance against them.

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

| Notes: Hi, dear! This made me remember a Brazilian expression about short people that have little to no patience for things (the exact word for that doesn't translate to english). It’s like saying “oh, that angry shortie, right?” That’s the feeling I’m looking for here lol  And I changed Leona and Floyd’s nicknames just for the sake of adding a bit of personality to this reader, so instead of herbivore and shrimpy, we have “meerkat” and “flounder”. A-ha title reference just bc~ Thanks for the request <3 |

Leona Kingscholar, Floyd Leech x g!n short reader / headcanons / fluff & comedy / teasing / reader has 150cm and is feral / movies references / use of “you” pronouns

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Fighting High and Low

“Enjoying the Sun, little meerkat? Or am I doing a shadow for you?” You snorted at those words, turning to face Leona Kingscholar who was resting his arm on your head. But you wouldn't let him just take advantage of you like that. You elbowed his rib and stuck out your tongue. This was a typical scene for you two;

As Leona met you more and more throughout your early days in the NRC, he gradually became interested in you. Not only because of the situations you got into sometimes, but also because of the way you faced everything so bravely even though you are the height of a child. He thought you were a very special source of entertainment at first;

Teasing you has become one of the peaks of Leona's day. Studying could suck, being bothered by annoying herbivores even more so, but seeing your angry face and your attempts to fight back with him always improved his mood. Your courage — and a bit of senselessness — sets you apart from the rest and Leona gets to respect that;

That's why he nicknamed you “meerkat”. There is a little tale for children in Afterglow Savannah that the most clumsy of the meerkats managed to be friends with a large wild boar and was brave enough to find a safer place for his flock. They said he was kind of crazy and Leona remembered laughing a lot at this story when he was little;

When you nudge him out of your way, step on his foot, or call him an “furry electric pole”, Leona remembers this classic character from his land. Would you dare to throw yourself in front of a lion like him and say what you think, without being afraid to die? Absolutely. You already called him “lazy cat”, wringing a delicious laugh out of him;

And to your worst bad luck: you liked to see Leona laugh. Sometimes not laughing in a smug way, but genuinely. Because, as time went on, you came to realize that this is how he laughed during the provocations between you. His smile, wide but light, showed a joy never seen before. You once even literally tried to climb Leona to see his smile more closely;

Having a smaller height in relation to that multitude of jungle trees that you called colleagues was a problem at times, but you didn’t let yourself be felled by it. And there were other short guys full of rage and courage out there, so you didn't feel alone in your problems. You were one of the few people who made Leona pay attention to something and not necessarily annoy him in the process;

Before, when you were still really annoyed by his attitudes, you would pull him by the tail to get his attention. “I'm sorry, with my height, I can't reach your shoulder,” you'd comment, making a cute but mocking pout. To which Leona would lift you up by your arms and reply, “Now you have my attention, annoying meerkat.” But this was in the past;

Not that you have lost the ability to call him creatively. You literally jumped near him, managing to reach his shoulder and announce your presence. Leona would give you a little look, seeing your hands sliding down his arm without letting go, and grin. You two are a pretty weird pair;

No matter the situation or environment, Leona likes to lean on you and defend himself without concern from your punches to his torso and your kicks to his shin. You lose complete track of time or what people are talking about but it's so fun that it's worth it;

When you eventually confessed your feelings, it was time for your first kiss. You laughed, asking if the most dignified lion could squat down for you to reach him and in response, Leona held on by the waist, so that you ended up even taller than him. “Is the view from the pride rock beautiful?,” Leona asked. “Um, the Lion King over here is more.”

“Hey, little flounder… smooth? What's that face?” Why do light breezes always carry a tsunami with them? You sighed as you felt a big, tall presence leaning against you. Floyd Leech had another one of those big, toothy smiles on his face, his eyes staring at you with a mysterious glow. You tried to step on his foot and run from there;

From the very first moment, Floyd felt that you would be an interesting person to get along with. You must have been one of the shortest people he has ever met — in general, everyone is already short to him — but, there is something in your gaze and in your stubbornness to accept yourself as a prey in that ocean of dangers that awakens unexpected feelings in Floyd;

Therefore, he likes to observe you and talk with you, observing your reactions and the way you act. Floyd would joke that this is “tasting the food” but in reality, it's a very detailed study of you as a person. This is what helps Floyd in any quarrel. He knows exactly what to say or do to disarm you and hit your nerves just right;

Proportionally, you ended up getting his way of acting. At first, you responded to Floyd's taunts in the same way. When he asked where you were because he didn't see you, you said you were right below him, ready to punch his balls. You also have this thing where Floyd would lift you up by the collar and you'd try in vain to kick him in the stomach;

But, now more experienced, you found a way to cut Floyd’s animation before it stretched any further than it should. It was only when you started complimenting the fact that he was tall that everything would lose its grace. However, sometimes you would give such an ironic and backhanded compliment that a smile would quickly return to Floyd's face. Did you really think you would get rid of him so easily?;

Your affectionate nickname as “flounder” is a joke about the favorite type of fish of a famous mermaid in the Coral Sea. She was friends with an especially fearful flounder, but at the right moments, he swallowed his fears and even managed to hit an eel with his tail. Floyd can see these same characteristics in you;

It makes Floyd even imagine what you would be like if you were underwater because his original form of eel is immense and if you were really a flounder — or a shrimp, whatever — you would remain a cute little thing that he would like to bite and tease. And you would have the same amusing folly of trying to hit him with your short tail;

Certain times, when you were in a bad mood and Floyd appeared, you would run up to him to hang yourself in his arms as if he was a large tree branch at your disposal. Floyd didn't care because it was kind of funny. “Do you think my arm is a plank?,” he laughed. “Forgive me for stealing the joke, but honestly, I'm short-tempered today,” you'd reply, frowning;

Without you two being able to stop it, something else came up between you. The pranks and jokes were getting less serious and ended up becoming a cool dynamic banter. Floyd liked to mess your hair up and give your head a strong caress, which you responded to by holding his back tight and sometimes climbing on him like he was your seahorse. Imagine the chaos in the hallways;

Falling in love with a tall person has its advantages. Floyd also sees this in your case as well. With you next to him, he could just hold you in front of someone and let your cute little face melt the person's heart. To which he ends up blurting out that this effect would be short-lived because you’re a little gremlin — as if he weren’t some ninety-one foot tall Godzilla;

When you had called Floyd to go in the yard that day, he thought it was funny that you had climbed up on the bench and stared at him from up there. “Will you try to dive on me, little flounder?,” he asked, amused and curious. “Only if I'm going to kiss you, stupid!” And it was in that moment that Floyd was sure you were the one.

[jalwoorideul]

yeona’s relatonship w/ hip hop unit

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s.coups (yeoncheol)

Not only is he the leader of seventeen and the hip hop team, he is also the leader of the protect-yeona-at-all-cost team. He is very protective of her and is always seen looking out for her. Yeona isn’t the type to ask people for help so seungcheol would always initiate the help when she needs it without making her feel helpless and too reliant. He is probably one of the members that has seen her cry the most and that’s because he was one of the first few trainees she has shown her vulnerability to.

→ memorable moment:

while at the airport, a number of photographers, and fans were crowding the members and yeona was physically uncomfortable with the whole situation since she was being pushed relentlessly. seungcheol pulled her to her side and covered her from the cameras and asked people to step aside while rubbing her shoulder. Ever since then, you will always see Seungcheol standing besider her when they're at the airport.

wonwoo (yeonwoo)

Wonwoo is the calming presence that keeps yeona grounded and safe. When things get overwhelming, wonwoo is the first person she runs to. At the same time, Wonwoo can clearly sense when Yeona gets stressed or sad, and he'd be the first person to give her a hug that she didn't ask for but definitely needed. As two home-bodies, they spent most of their time lounging at the couch, watching a netflix series/film.

→ memorable moment:

During wonwoo's bittersweet vlog, Yeona knocked on his bedroom door while he was sticking the stickers on the wall. "Are you busy?" she asked him without showing herself on the camera but ut did catch Wonwoo's faint smile. "No, just filming a vlog and decorating", "Can we watch a movie?". Wonwoo nodded and gestured Yeona to come closer. "Are you tired?" he asked as he grabbed her hand while caressing it. "No, I just want to watch a movie with you"

mingyu (yeongyu)

Mingyu LOOOVES clingling to Yeona like she's a teddy bear. Just imagine big and tall Mingyu hiding behind a smaller Yeona when he's afraid of something. And they aren't called the visual duo for nothing. Whenever these two are beside each other, it's like seeing a god and goddess in real life. Mingyu acts as her annoying twin that loves her too much. And because he can't keep her hands off of her, they have to keep assuring the public all the time that they're just really really close friends.

→ memorable moment:

Mingyu loves posting candid photos of Yeona on social media so much, that fans have a whole compilation of all the photos of Yeona taken by Mingyu. Their favorite however is when Mingyu posted an instagram story of Yeona on her birthday with the caption, "Happy birthday to my favorite model, i love you"

vernon (yeonsol)

Her favorite child (But don't tell the others that). Yeona adores Vernon so much. She always mentions how much his funny reactions bring her joy and how much she adores the way he thinks. He's a year younger but she treats him like a baby and all too possibly, Vernon doesn't even mind although he tries not to let that show. But everyone know he loves her attention

→ memorable moment:

Vernon is a tsundere when it comes to Yeona. He loves to pretend that her love and attention isn't a big deal but he actually takes pride in it and sometimes uses it to his advantage. One time while playing a game on who would take the penalty, Yeona won and the former was on the other end of the line, about to lose. Vernon was giving puppy eyes to Yeona to save him and Yeona being the biggest Vernon fanboy, couldn't resist. Carats were extremely ecstatic when Vernon gave her the biggest and warmest thank you hug with a kiss on the temple as a thank you.

[69misato69]

(This is the anon who asked about Kaveh with ARFID)

I don’t have any specific requests! It hasn’t been written anywhere (that I can find) yet so I just want to see anything in general! I think mainly just focusing on the disorder. Maybe some worried Alhaitham - or Tighnari or Cyno - could be fun too. I also thought your idea of just Kaveh-centric throughout his Akademiya years also sounds fun. Just whatever is good! It’s up to you and I’m excited to see what comes out!

got it yes, i was away hope i didnt keep you waiting too long !!!

cw: eating disorder, disordered eating, mentions of self-harm

heartfelt thanks to my friend iris for informing me further about ARFID and beta reading this.

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— kaveh with avoidant restrictive food intake disorder (ARFID)

"is it—"

"cyno. cut it out, will you?"

kaveh snaps without realizing. he doesn't want to, yet it's far from enjoyable to sit at the dinner table with his dorm-mates like a scolded, ill-behaved child.

his junior seated right next to him, all eyes on kaveh even though he can't see it with his gaze facing down at his lap.

the mornings are a bit more manageable. nari and cyno have breakfast with eyes barely open, too spent to notice how he plays around with his eggs before discarding them swiftly.

haytham doesn't speak. he never does, regarding this topic at least. his face stays buried in his book when cyno pesters him or nari raises a brow as he dumps whatever's left on his plate in the trash can.

he cleans up the table in the mornings and sneaks an apple in kaveh's bag.

no judgement or curiosity from the looks of it.

kaveh likes apples.

they remind him of home. of all the times his mother would walk into the room with a plate in her hand, slices laid out neatly as he studied, crouched over his desk.

a warm hand ruffling his then brown hair, a loving kiss on his forehead.

kaveh takes it out of his bag at lunch break — juicy, crunchy sometimes. a bit rough to bite into when it's not their season. regardless, he eats it.

sometimes like a starved child, only realizing when he sinks his teeth into its flesh that he hasn't had a proper meal for days.

kaveh devours it — like a man sentenced to death, having his last wish come true.

he nibbles on it down to the bone, down to its very core of seeds that burn the tip of his tongue.

he loves apples because they taste like his childhood — ridden with blissful ignorance and foolish euphoria before life peeled him away layer by layer like what he holds in his hand.

"is it like a weight thing?"

cyno is persistent today, worried to a point where he can no longer let it slide.

"it's not."

it really isn't. kaveh is fine with the way he looks. well, not fully — sometimes he looks at haytham with envy, though he would never admit it to anyone, not even himself.

if he was a bit taller, with wider shoulders, thicker biceps. he looks frail and dainty.

cyno, despite having a smaller frame like his own, makes up for it by being so strong. and nari, well, he doesn't really give a shit.

kaveh does.

he always feels like his mother and looks like his father, which is an abhorrent combo.

it's why he loves taking care of himself. it feels like nurturing the one person that dedicated her life to making him happy but never smiled from the heart a day in her life.

it's also why he despises looking in the mirror. because he sees the one person he can never bring back.

that's not why he struggles, though. if anything, that would mean that he would be inclined to indulge more in food.

"is it because you don't like our cooking? we can go out to—"

"cyno."

haytham interjects. he warns.

though he can't see kaveh's face he can tell by the way his chest heaves that he's holding back tears. biting down on his lip like he always does, most probably.

cyno knows it too, how he should shut up and let it go. he wishes he could be more like nari, having the freedom to let people make mistakes so they can fall and get back up on their own.

or like haytham, only interfering when it's absolutely necessary. keeping to himself until a situation escalates to life or death.

but how can he sit idly by and watch kaveh wither away?

their beloved, their sunshine.

cyno doesn't have to understand, and he probably can't anyways. whatever kaveh is going through, cyno knows he's strong enough to handle it.

but he's just so tired of watching kaveh burn himself away as he does so. as he emerges from every fight victorious yet still loses himself day by day.

kaveh stares at the plate.

he's not crying because of cyno's questions.

he weeps because he doesn't have the answers either.

his hands tremble reaching for the cupboards, his joyous laughter as he sits on the counter when nari cooks for them and wags his tail to the music coming from the streets — it fades away so quickly when they sit down to finally enjoy the meal.

are you allergic? watching your form? don't worry about it, you're still young. beautiful figure. let go a little! you don't like it? but i made it just for you!

kaveh feels nauseous, sick to his stomach. he's suffocated by new recipes and drowned by ones he's used to stuffing his face with.

another tear rolls down from his cheek and he realizes how his right hand is held gently by haytham, and his left by cyno under the table.

he looks across to find nari with his ears lowered — on his face a compassionate look that lacks pity. sincere.

the table he loathes, surrounded by the people he holds in the most sacred chamber of his aching heart.

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thank you for requesting and reading, take care !

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Meu Amor | Chapter 15

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"Bem-vinda a Portugal, meu amor" Rúben says as the plane starts landing, kissing my hand.

"Obrigada" I say, giggling like an idiot. Will I ever stop doing this around him? Nah.

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"This is... your house?" I say when we get out of the taxi.

"Yep. I invested the first proper money I earned on it. I knew I wanted something big enough so I could have everyone in my family visiting, and also for it to be close to my hometown and the beach."

“Wow.”

But if I was amazed just by the bit you could see behind the fence, once we cross it and go inside, I'm left speechless. It is the most amazing house I have ever seen.

"You have a swimming pool and a private beach?" I say when he shows me the back of the house.

"Some people prefer the pool over the beach. And sometimes you can't swim on the sea, so" he shrugs as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Wow." That's the only thing I'm able to say, yes.

"Wait until you see the view from our room" Rúben says, taking my hand and leading my upstairs.

"This is our room?" I ask when we walk through the door. It is a bit smaller than the one at his place in Manchester, but it has the same style. His style. To one side there are huge windows that lead to a balcony, and from it you can see the beach and the sea.

"Watching the sunset from here is one of my favorite things" he says when we walk outside, hugging me from the back. "I can't wait to share it with you, meu amor."

"I can't wait either."

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"So, what's the schedule?" I ask while we have dinner. After the tour around the house, we unpacked and went for a little stroll around the neighborhood, each house being prettier than the previous one.

"Tomorrow I was thinking about showing you my personal favorite places in the city. Once my family arrive, they are planning on taking you everywhere to show you everything, and they've already booked a table on all their favorite restaurants. So until then, I guess we can stay here and relax. Enjoy the pool, the beach... And ourselves. There are so many rooms and places to do that on this house" he says with a mix of his playful smile and a cheeky one, the temperature of my body instantly going up a few degrees.

"I like how that plan sounds. Very much" I manage to say.

"I'm glad to hear that. Is there any particular place where you would like to start?"

"Upstairs in our room you have the biggest bed ever. I think it's a good start.”

"A very one indeed. You'll see" Rúben says, that smile still on his face.

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"Are you sure you don't want to join me?"

"Maybe later. I left my book on a cliffhanger and I need to know what happens next."

"Ok" Rúben says as he flawlessly jumps into the pool. Ugh, this man.

I lay down on one of the big hammocks, hiding from the scorching sun, but I can't focus on my book. I only have eyes for Rúben. Is swimming considered a sexy sport? Because he is definitely making it look sexy.

"Weren't you going to read?" he says, catching me looking at him.

"I'm on it!"

"Yeah, sure" he laughs.

"Ok, focus. Book. Reading. Not the sexy man on the pool" I say to myself. Though I only manage to read a couple of pages before I find myself looking at the pool again. “Oh, fuck it” I say again, ready to join Rúben. But before I can do anything, he starts to get out of the pool.

Do you know those scenes on movies where the hot girl or guy gets out of the water in slow motion and it is super sexy? Well, that's what's happening in front of my eyes right now. Rúben is getting out of the swimming pool just as if he was on a movie, water dripping down his muscles while he runs a hand through his hair, leaving me breathless. I think even time has slowed down to make it look sexier.

"You are staring" he says, walking towards me.

"Yes."

"No witty reply this time?" he says, arching an eyebrow.

"No, I'm sorry. My brain currently is having a really hard time processing what I have in front of me."

"Processing what? Me?"

"No, that tree over there" I say, rolling my eyes. "Of course it is you, you stupid gorgeous man with muscles carved by the gods. And that's not helping."

"What isn't?"

"That smile. And don't you dare laughing. If you laugh..."

"If I laugh, what?" he says, slowly bending down, his hands next to my feet.

"As if you didn't know what happens when you laugh."

"I don't" he says, still moving towards me and honoring his middle name. He's like a cat about to jump over his prey. Or more like a tiger if we keep in mind his size.

"Rúben..." I warn him when his hands reach my hips, most of his body covering mine.

"Meu amor..." he says, mimicking my tone.

"You are getting me wet." Fuck. Shit. Help! "With water, I mean. You are wet and making me wet and... Do you understand now what I said earlier? My brain isn't working and I say stupid things."

"I don't think they are stupid, they are the truth." We are now facing each other, his nose almost touching mine. "I am making you wet, and in more than just one way. Am I not?"

I just nod, not being able to talk. The part of my brain that deals with speech has shut down.

"I don't think I can't wait until we are inside" he says, starting to kiss my throat, my chest.

"We can't... here.”

"Yes, we can" he says, leaving kisses over my bellybutton.

"What if... We can't... Rúben..."

"We can and we are going to" he says, the bottom part of my bikini leaving my body in a swift move.

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"Rúben, are you going to wear that?" I ask him while putting my shoes on.

"I am, yes. Is there something wrong with my clothes?" he says, looking down at them.

"It's not about the clothes. It's about the way you are wearing them."

"What?"

"The buttons on your shirt. Do you really need to go out with half of them undone?"

"I'm hot."

"Oh, I know you are hot. I have eye balls, you know?" I smirk.

"That's not... Urgh" he says, rolling his eyes.

"I also know how to play with double meanings, meu amor" I say, trying to sound like him.

"You need to practice a bit more with your accent" he laughs.

"I'll let my personal teacher know."

"Lucky him" he smiles. "But what is wrong with the buttons? I thought you liked them."

"Oh, I do like them. Very much. But for when we are going out alone, and the moment we make it home and cross the door we can jump at each other and not care about anything else. Not for when we are going out for dinner with your parents and your brother, and we all are staying in the same house."

"I'm sure we can find a solution for that problem" he says with a cheeky smile.

"Enlighten me.”

"We take our own car while they take another one. And after dinner, we go on a little detour to somewhere quiet and private."

"Rúben... Are you insinuating what I think you are insinuating?" Of course he is, you idiot. And oh, my God.

"It's something we haven't done yet" he shrugs. "And we are on holidays. We should make the most of it."

"You are crazy" I say, laughing but also freaking out a bit. I've never done anything on a car, I don't know how that works.

"I am, yes. I am crazy for you" he says, leaning closer and kissing me.

"They are waiting for us. Downstairs" I whisper when I feel him pushing me down towards the bed.

"They can wait" he says, still moving, his eyes fixed on me. But when my head is about to touch the duvet, the door opens, making my heart travel all the way to my throat.

"Seriously?" Ivan says, rolling his eyes. "People are starving downstairs, you can make out later."

"He's right" I say, looking at Rúben and trying to make him remember about our plans for later, while also ordering my heart to relax and go back to its usual place on my body.

"He is right" he repeats with a smirk, understanding what I meant and lifting me from the bed.

"God, you are so disgustingly cheesy. And horny for each other. You better tone it down in front of mama and papa" Ivan says as he leaves.

Oh, Ivan. If only it was that easy to not be horny and turned on 24/7 around a man like your brother....

[haveyouheardthisfolksong]

Addressing potential questions

So, in the last few days, this blog has been picking up. Thank you so much, everyone! I love being introduced to new songs from the submissions, and it's been great seeing people enjoying some of my favorites for the first time. That being said, with the rise in attention this blog is getting, I want to address some potential questions that may arise, as well as some I've been getting.

"I may have heard this song somewhere, but I'm not sure if I've heard it or not. How should I vote?" If you think you've heard a song at least once, you can vote "yes." If you're not sure, you can vote "I've heard of it, but haven't listened to it."

"Are you going to make a masterlist of all the songs in the polls?"

I'm considering it. A masterlist would be a great way to organize the songs in case anyone would like to find one easier.

"How do you choose which versions of songs to post?"

Whenever I have a submission, I always post the link I've been provided with. When I post songs myself, it depends. For some songs, I post my favorite version or the most well-known, but for others, I post smaller recordings. For instance, I'm most familiar with the cover of "Oak and Ash and Thorn" by the Longest Johns, but I posted a vocal-only cover by a woman with a small channel singing into her camera. This is because I want to represent folk music in as many ways as possible; while today, we have successful bands producing high-quality recordings of folk songs, many of these songs were first spread by ordinary people singing or playing instruments without formal training, celebrity status, or modern recording equipment. I want to share both the professional recordings I enjoy and common people preserving folk music traditions, so maybe sometimes you'll see Enya, and other times you'll see some guy singing in his basement.

"Can you post songs from xyz culture?"

I post both user submissions and folk songs that I know. Most of the folk music I'm familiar with is either Celtic or Eastern European, but I'm always happy to expand my tastes. If you'd like to see a specific song represented in this poll that I haven't posted yet, just submit it to the blog, and I'll try to add it as soon as possible. If you don't have a song in mind but would like me to look into the music of a particular culture or language, I'm happy to do some research; just DM me and I'll try to find at least one song.

"You got this detail wrong about the song/language/culture of origin."

I never want to offend anyone, so if I made a mistake and misattributed a song, please send me a DM and I'll look into it. If I'm not 100% certain about a song's language, culture, and history, I'll look it up, but I may make mistakes.

"How do you find the folk songs you know?"

I've been interested in folk music for years. Most of the songs I know I just found on youtube, but some of them were introduced to me by other people- for instance, my Russian professor taught my class "Moscow Nights" and "Smuglianka," and one of my friends sent me "Di Katerinke". I have a playlist for folk music that I've been updating all the time; it started out as Celtic only, but has slowly expanded to lots of other musical traditions. It still needs to be updated, and there's some shanties and Klezmer I like that I have saved to my Spotify, but not to Youtube, so I'm sort of all over the place. It's really fascinating to me how the internet has impacted the spread and creation of folk music, and for it to be shared and learned on a much wider scale than ever before.

[euphoricimagination]

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎

Because the Haikyuu boys also need to be comforted

Feat. Suna, Kenma, Osamu

Warning: Mentions of insecurities, timeskip spoilers

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Suna

Suna felt pathetic right now.

He has never cared about popularity, having crazy fans, or anything like that really; but now that he’s in the national team, he somehow feels invisible. He knows that he isn’t as popular as Atsumu or Sakusa, he isn’t a starter in the line up, sometimes he doesn’t even get to play; and that has been frustrating him so much lately. He feels that all of his effort to be in the team aren’t fully appreciated.

But that frustration became smaller when he saw you in the living room making a big, glittery sign with his name.

- What are you doing? – he asks you with a small smile forming

- Baking – you say rolling your eyes – what does it look like? I’m making a sign for you

- Pink and Purple? With stars and hearts around my name?

- If I’m going to cheer for you, might as well embarrass you. How was practice?

- Tiring, want cuddles – says lifting your body and throwing you both into the couch so he’s laying on your chest. You knew that he hasn’t been fully himself these past few days, so you just lay there knowing that he rather be comforted quietly – I appreciate the sign, but I’m probably not going to start. You’ll be cheering for a bench dude.

- And what makes you think that that it’s going to stop me? You can not play throughout the whole tournament and I’m still going to cheer for you, you’re my favorite player after all. And I’m going to embarrass the hell out of you – Suna’s heart beats faster after hearing that, hiding his smile in the crock of your neck. He suddenly asks himself why did he worry in the first place, you are there for him, you are his cheerleader. As long as he was YOUR favorite, he was happy.

- Thank you, you brat – say kissing your skin. You probably didn’t know how much comfort those words gave him, but that’s what makes it more special.

- Of course. You can tell me whatever it’s bothering you, by the way – you say while playing with his hair, making him surprised. He would make sure to tell you after you finish that ridiculous sign though.

Kenma

Kenma truly loved streaming, he gets to do something he likes and gets pay for it, but becoming popular also meant more people hating him. He normally doesn’t care, he’s good at ignoring them, but sometimes it can be too much.

Today was one of those rare occasions in were those hate tweets caught up to him more than they should. It was hard to ignore how thousands of people agreed that you could do better than him. He knew that he wasn’t the best at showing emotions in public, so he wasn’t surprised to see those them in the first place.

You knew that Kenma was acting weird, he was much quieter than usual, so quiet that you didn’t even hear a single sound from his office; you normally were able to hear subtle sounds from the keyboard or maybe some screams. But today there was absolutely nothing.

When you open the door you see Kenma, hands on his face, breathing heavily. You go slowly and look at the tweet in the screen ‘how did someone like that Kenma dude ended up with YN? Especially when his best friend is hotter, funnier and actually seems to love her?’

- Ken? Love? – you say making him straight up. You find your way to his lap and passed your arms around him, feeling him tense up before relaxing – what happened?

- Why are you with me? You can do so much bett- tries to say before you interrupt him with a kiss, making his arms move to your waist

- I love you, and I’m so incredibly happy with you. I would choose you over and over again, so unless you want me to leave, you’re stuck with me – you say cupping his face, making him lean in your touch - Don't listen to those people, they have way to much time in their hands.

- Thank you – says moving his head to the crock of your neck, hugging you even more tightly – you know that I love you, right? I never want you to leave me

- I know, I love you too

You two stay cuddling in his room for a long time, both of you relaxing into each other embrace. Kenma still has those comments in his head, but he knows that you love him, and he’s going to do everything so you feel the same love you give him.

Osamu

Your regret your decision of making one of Samu’s favorite dish, gyoza, the moment you start reading the recipe. You weren’t a bad cook, you can definitely make some curry and simple dishes, but cooking for your boyfriend is a big pressure; he owns his own restaurant after all.

These days Osamu has been looking more stressed than ever. His store has been gaining a lot of popularity because a big influencer absolutely loved his food. He was happy for the push, it meant more business for him, but he wasn’t prepared for it. In the last weeks he had to recruit more staff, trained them, and continuing working himself. And on top of that, he still insists in making your food whenever he’s at home.

You can’t help but to feel guilty, he already has enough with work and still does it. And that’s how you end up here, trying your best to not fuck the recipe up so you can give your boyfriend a breather. He deserves it.

To your surprise everything goes pretty smoothly. Admittedly, the first attempt to folding them looks pretty shitty, but soon you got the hand of it.

Osamu arrives at the apartment super tired, taking his shoes off. A relieve sigh comes out as soon as he puts his slippers, happy to arrive home to you. But that relieve turns into a small confusion and concern when he doesn’t hear you or the TV. He walks to towards the living room to see if you’re there, but stops at the sound of the pan sizzling.

He finds the sight adorable. You there, concentrated turning around whatever you were cooking. He slowly walks to you, passing his arms to your waist making you jump

- Shit! – you say almost burning yourself – Samu, what the fuck!

- Sorry sweetheart, thought ya heard me – says kissing your cheek – what are ya making?

- Gyoza

- Ya could have wait for me, ya know I don’t mind cooking for ya – says while you turn around, hugging his waist. You could feel his tiredness, making even more obvious when his body started to lean more in yours.

- Nope, you have been working too hard, so you’re relaxing today. Go and take a shower, I’ll finish this

- Sweetheart, I’m fine ya don’t need to wor-

- Samu, you need to relax. You have been so stressed lately with everything happening at the store, I want to help you out. Rely on me too – you say, Samu looks at you and gives you a smile before nuzzling his head in your neck.

- I do rely on ya, a lot actually. I’ll be back soon – says moving out of the room – by the way, it smell delicious.

Once he finishes showering and you cooking, you served the plates and sit on your table. You can’t help to feel nervous when he takes one and gets ready to eat it.

- Waiting for my reaction? – says with a smirk

- Well, yeah, you’re the chef one here…sorry if they’re not that good

- Let’s find out – says finally taking a bite. He can’t help to feel his heart warm up. They weren’t perfect, but the fact that you try to make something that you weren’t used to for him makes him feel so loved, so cared – I love them, well done sweetheart

- You’re not just saying that right?

- No, no, really. They’re so good

After dinner, you both lay on the couch together, him laying on top of you while you play with his hair. You can feel his body relax by each minute, getting sleepy.

He needed this, with everything going on in the store, he really needed you to remember him that everything was fine. Someone that helps him to relax, that remembers him to take it slow

- Thank ya sweetheart, it's nice being like this

- Of course love. I’m here for you, ok? But promise me to relax more

- I promise, I love ya

- Love you too

[sor-vette]

And I take thee, beloved menace

"You're a menace," he cries. "A demon! A heretic!"

• type: Namjoon x reader • masterlist

• genre: pure crack baby, she as raw as 19th-century coke, also it somehow got horny at the end idk I have no dignity left

• tagging: @mintkims; @pinkcherrybombs; @mayla548; @ilsan-seoul; @leannsw (not other moots I'm embarrassed by this, it's like a Victorian-era child that a mother forces into the attic when the guests come • a/n: to the one responsible for this, bet you thought I wouldn't and also I hope you're happy now

Namjoon's hands begin to sweat. His shirt? Ruined. His hair? It's sticking to his forehead. His whole heart is racing and he feels as though he's on the verge of throwing up all over this restaurant table.

"What do you mean, you like it?"

You shrug carelessly.

"It's a societal standard, there's no more logical reasoning to it than why colour can be worn only on women's nails."

His entire brain is splitting open. This is not...this is not remotely like that.

"Yeah, but...but...it's toothpaste, it's toothpaste in chocolate."

He was about to marry you, sure it's only the first date but he pined nearly two years after you, slipping notes in your backpack, coming early to lecture's to put flowers on your seat. You were the girl of his dreams, so why were you such a heathen?

"It's mint chocolate, some people like it, some people don't. I really don't see the fuss about it."

"It's morally wrong," Namjoon objects as you sip on your milkshake, one cheek in your palm. It even looks like his torment and misery is only amusing you further.

"You're just a baby following rules."

"I'm a conscientious citizen obeying the law of nature," he grumbles, growing steadily more uneasy as your eyes begin to glimmer brighter and brighter.

"Hmm, okay, conscientious citizen, you think liking mint choco is bad?" you ask, a sly, cunning smirk spreading across your lips. Despite being a well endowed giant Namjoon shrinks smaller. You have this aura around you... it is evil.

"It's unforgivable," he affirms trying to sound resolute but it comes more out like a shaky whine.

"Well, how would you like to hear that I enjoy pineapple on pizza?"

No.

"And that I don't cut the cake when I buy it. I take a fork and I simply eat it whole, bite by bite."

No, please, no more.

But you're leaning in and in the faint candlelight, you look like a demon straight from the deepest pits of Hell. A demon who was so cruelly playing with his gentle, infatuated heart.

"When I buy a Kit-Kat... "

Namjoon can hear what you're saying in his head and it sounds like thousand cat wails.

"No, please, don't say it, please. I beg of you!"

"... I occasionally take a bite out of it as a whole, not breaking it into individual pieces."

"Are you not afraid of God's wrath, woman?" Namjoon gasps, absolutely terrified. You're both whispering mere centimetres from each other across the table so that the people wouldn't hear and you wouldn't be presumably executed for your crimes against humanity.

You pause. It's a pregnant, horrifying silence and then you give the widest, most innocent grin in the whole world.

"Sometimes..." you begin, voice low and self-assured. Namjoon's gut begins to roll around in his stomach.

"Sometimes... I pour milk before cereal."

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There's a voice inside Namjoon's head, it's meek and desperate and dying. He thinks it's his soul. Having just pierced the final nail in his coffin, you lean back into the chair like the viper you were having just feasted on a delicious prey.

You feared nothing. Not God, not judgement. Nothing. Morals? Karma? You flipped a middle finger at them.

Namjoon lets his head drop onto the table.

"I loved you," he breathes out, heartbroken. "I truly loved you. How could you do this to me?"

Once again you merely shrug.

"I don't live my life by flimsy conventions or wishes of others. I do what I want to do, I eat what I want, how I want it. It's really no one's business to get so upset about it."

"You're a menace," he cries. "A demon! A heretic!"

"Menace, I might be," you slowly incline your head in sombre agreement. "I mean all my friends told me against going out on a date with you and yet here I am."

This perks that little, tiny, minuscule, microscopic affection he still holds in his heart after you were done annihilating it. He slowly lifts his head from the white tablecloth.

"They did?"

"Hmm," you bite on your lip. "Half of them said you were a slobbering creep, leaving all those love letters in my bag."

Namjoon's face suddenly heats as if he was the one at the table who had been sinning. He pokes his opposite fingers.

"ᴵᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵐᵉᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᶜᵘᵗᵉ," he mumbles inaudibly.

"Other half said you were the biggest thirst posting fuckboy this side of the town."

Namjoon blushes brighter. Hoseok had remarked on his recent slew of shirtless, thigh-revealing, suspiciously-bulged-grey-sweatpant- wearing workout selfies splattering all over his Instagram account. If he recalled correctly the words used were, "you wilding, bro."

"As you can see I was being a hazard and ignored all of them in favour of meeting you."

Namjoon lowers his gaze shyly. He was thankful for this crime.

"Only to be abandoned on the same day. Kim Namjoon, don't you know wedding vows? In sickness and in health, to love and to cherish. Your love is quite fickle, dear secret admirer," you huff, rising to stand. Theatrically but even so Namjoon's heart stutters, the annihilation - long forgotten. He's got gardens growing in his chest.

He reaches to grasp around your hand.

"We can fix this."

You raise an eyebrow.

"Are you saying "I can fix her"?"

Namjoon thinks it over.

"Maybe," he admits, tightening his hold on the off chance you did find it insulting. Though the very present gleam of amusement suggested that it really was a far away probability.

"Bet. I'm a "I can make him worse" sort of gal."

"I'm Kim Namjoon -"

"Yes, I'm aware," you dryly interrupt.

"- I'm a philosophy student - "

"Yes, you talked about Freud and I think I blacked out."

" - I uphold good morals and ethics of the society -"

"Boy, you post thirst traps with a turned-on geotag."

"I, Kim Namjoon, take thee, my beloved menace to be my apprentice until you find the right path in life."

There's a soft glow around your cheeks and it's so pretty that Namjoon wants to sin, he wants to throw out his entire fucking degree. His mom always said that its best use would be of a fire-starter anyway.

"Right path... interesting," you hum to yourself, fixing hair over your shoulder and Namjoon's eyes fixate on the side of your neck. The thoughts he has are natural though not morally superior.

You sit back down, exposing that delicious neck even more.

Were vampires real? Could they be transformed via airways? Was he unknowingly contaminated and turned by moving in with Jin this semester?

"And what would this "gracious education" entail?" you ask, smirk back in full flourish and Namjoon has to fight between being very small and shy and decidedly... not.

"Uh...well, it's...one on one lessons, nothing less than private tutor can fix you now," he stumbles, brain tripping as you casually begin to adjust the décolletage on your shirt to ride lower.

"Would you be agreed, I mean would you agree to - to these t-terms?"

World? Cold, cruel. Titties? Soft, warm. He didn't need a philosophy degree to learn that crucial grain of thought.

"I most certainly do," your eyes flit down somewhere in the vicinity of his navel and suddenly Namjoon grows flustered at the idea that you had indeed witnessed his online soiree. Despite the fact that he did only begin to post them to get your attention. He was sitting behind you in most classes, had to show his muscles to you somehow. At least that was his desperate, pathetic thinking at 3am one particularly rowdy Wednesday.

"As I said, I eat what I want, how I want it."

Namjoon's certain a vein bursts somewhere in his head and would he not be sitting already, his knees would have bucked.

You give him a flirtatious wink.

A beloved menace, indeed.

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witch of the woods [a.c]

Masterlist

alice cullen x fem!witch reader

when Alice finds a small book shop she bumps into someone she cant forget even weeks after, she gets a feeling they are neither human nor vampire. so what are they?

(I'm going more for a toned down green witch vibe? bot like harry potter I mean like home made healing potions typa vibe sorry if that's not what your looking for)

cw- possible swearing, my absolutely horrific writing and grammar

a/n- gain sorry abt the grammar I don't usually write these but i wanted to try <3

Alice strolled down the street, it was a miserable day so she had no need to worry about the weather and covering her face but she still had her things on her just incase. she had wanted to get a new book as she had read most of the books in her house thousands of times, literally. she walked up to the bookstore and opened the door as the comforting smell of old books blew over her,

she walked past the different sections and shelves, Alice knew full well she had absolutely no interest in leaning about science, she already did enough of that at school over the past years, it gets a bit boring after the twentieth time.

she reached a section that gained her interest, there were piles upon piles about myths and old stories, she never really found interest in old stories but after the events she encountered after becoming a vampire she started to believe in almost everything and anything. as

as she got closer to the back of the store, she felt an odd aura surrounding her, she reached the section she desired, only to find the source of the odd feeling she discovered a girl at the back of the store flicking through the pages of the books seemingly before she purchased them already having a pile stacked up in her arms.

Alice approached the mysterious person and stood next to them pretending to flick though the books, glancing at her every now and again. eventually the girl left and Alice decided to leave soon after, as she had lost interest in the books and couldn't seem to figure out the reason why she was different to the other humans in the shop.

for days she couldn't figure out why she was different, she had been through almost every book on energies that the house, even coming to the point where she asked Edward for advice and that really only happened when she came to a dire situation.

she decided to go into the woods to clear her mind, usually it helped her when she went out, sometimes feeding off of the odd dear in there. she ran out into the depth of the wood avoiding the woodland path and to avoid people at the same time. Alice heard a twig break in the near premises, she decided to investigate incase I was a smaller animal she could feed off of, walking slowly in order not to disturb it. she noticed it was a person, it was odd for them to be this far out in the woods yet she had the same energy that the girl in the shop did the other day. as she took a closer look she realised it was. the girl must have sensed her because she instantly turned around and Alice was too star struck by her aura to move, staring at her like a deer caught in headlights. "oh! sorry I didn't realise you were there you scared me" she laughed it off, "have we met before?". Alice snapped out of her stance "oh yeah sorry about that I didn't think anyone would be out this far, I think we sort of met at the book shop the other day" she laughed it off and the girl stood up brushing her skirt off grabbing the various leaves she had harvested in the basket and then glanced at her watch and gasped " I must be off but I hope I see you soon!" she started stepping over the shrubbery and fallen branches, "oh and by the way, my names y/n it was nice meeting you!" she started walking off before Alice could mention her name and she didn't want to speed up to her incase she noticed the supernatural abilities she obtained .

on her run home she started to piece things together, the odd aura following her, the unknown attraction to her she experienced, the restless nights spent thinking about her. she finally pieced it together, she was a witch. a rare supernatural being, cost with protecting the earth from their birth for the rest of their elongated existence.

a/n should i write a second one?