like a sirens call

Namor x reader

warnings: the dangers of being enchanted by merpeople, spoilers for black panther 2????

How naive of them to think you stood a chance, to think you held the upper hand against the brown of his eyes.

Dark but inviting eyes that kept syncing you deeper into the depths of the feelings still harbored for him.

Even after all this time.

"Stay here." He says, melodic and soft voice piercing through your heart like a stake. "Stay with me".

His timbre bringing a calm so overpowering that the heat of his hands cradling your face is the only thing left to stop you from dissolving and washing away in the rippling water you both stand in.

"I can protect you from the surface" He adds, nodding his head so close to yours his nose is constantly brushing against your own.

Like an unwilling mirror at first, you soon nod in unison with his movements.

His features soften at the sight, so pliant.

Theres a lapse of judgement that reminds you of your purpose here, the reason that you were sent here in the first place.

What was it again?

Ah yes. To stop him from waging war against the world.

But then he speaks your name in a way only he knows makes you defensless, and like a deadly sirens call, he entrances you once more.

Namor walks you slowly into your demise with his lips attached to yours, lips that soon become your only source of oxygen as you descend into his world, his empire.

How foolish to think you stood a chance against a god. And the only person you've ever truly loved.

Let the world burn.

Thor + Loki realizing too late they love each other

“you are free.”

he was fighting so hard to stay in control and then you can see how relieved he is to hear the trigger words and not turn into the winter soldier.

Zendaya wins Outstanding Lead Actress in a Drama Series for Euphoria at the 2020 Emmy Awards

As most people my age, I’ve known her from Shake it Up and been following her ever since, so first seeing her in Marvel, then seeing her win her first Emmy as the YOUNGEST PERSON in that category, fills me with so much happiness and pride that I don’t even know what to say. So I’ll just say this

IT'S👏🏿WHAT👏🏿SHE👏🏿DESERVES👏🏿

KEEP SLAYING 😩💓

once a king or queen of narnia, always a king or queen of narnia. may your wisdom grace us until the stars rain down from the heavens.

-,’ types of people ,’-

hogwarts: bloody noses, always trying their best, warm sunsets, late summer nights, sharing secrets, messy hair, movie nights, stargazing, wanting to explore the world, standing up for friends, dogs, loud laughs, fuzzy sweaters

narnia: pale white snow, red cheeks, hot tea, fantasy stories, neat notes, big scarves, early morning walks, soft smiles, cute coffee shops, calming energy, cold hands, friendly eyes, wanting to learn more, astronomy geeks

middle earth: ancient souls, coffee, old bookshelves, history nerds, loves mythology, feels at home in the forest, always up for an adventure, oversized hoodies, high grades, striving to be the best version of themselves, cats

neverland: believes in fate, doesn’t care about opinions, flower fields, standing up for what’s right, honey, photography, amazed by the universe, kind souls, often lost in their own thoughts, friendliness, loves the stars, artistic

Reblog if you’ve ever imagined yourself being interviewed with the avengers cast as if you were apart of the movie

I feel like this will get no reblogs because I’ve always felt like I’m the only person who does this haha :)

MARCH 2020 MOOD

Imagine Jordan Fighting Asher Because He Was Hitting On You

Jordan had decided to drag you along with him, Asher, and his father to Malibu to watch the Malibu football team practice.

You were really into football, especially when Jordan was on the field. That was the best.

Coach Baker went over the plan in the car. “Jordan, you’ll get what you can from one of the cheerleaders. You know how.” He’d said and then Jordan had winced slightly, throwing an apologetic glance in your direction and lacing your fingers together.

And as you watch Jordan sidle up to the cheerleader, who is barely clothed, you can’t stop the rush of jealously suddenly coursing through your veins.

Occasionally their voices float up towards you.

“You want to watch me sleep?”

“Can that… arranged?”

You so want to grab Jordan and show that girl exactly who he belongs to, but for the sake of the mission, you stay where you are.

Finally, Jordan is back standing next to you. But not touching you because that could lead the cheerleader to suspicion.

You glare at the girl as she returns to her squad. Jordan catches your glance and gives you a weak smile.

His hand twitches by his side, he wants to take your hand or kiss you, but he can’t.

Jordan tells his father all that he got from the girl, and the guys begin to discuss.

“I’m going to go talk to the coach. Y’all behave.” Coach Baker tells you all, before walking down the bleachers and up to the coach. You all follow him down and wait along the sideline.

An arm slides around your waist and you know immediately that it isn’t Jordan’s.

Jordan’s gaze snaps over to you and his fist clenches at his side, “Asher,” he growls out, looking so angry and protective.

“Relax man, it’s just for the show,” Asher hisses. And that gets Jordan to back off a little, but he’s still tense. You can see it in the way he clenches and unclenches his jaw.

The cheerleader isn’t even looking when Asher’s lips brush your temple.

And then suddenly Jordan punches Asher in the face and then tackles Asher and pins him to the ground, griping Asher’s thighs. Jordan throws punches at him and Asher squirms between Jordan’s thighs.

You’re paralyzed by the sight for a second, Jordan looks real hot fighting for you and his muscles strain against his shirt. Wow.

“Jordan!” You yell suddenly, rushing forward. But they’re limbs are flying everywhere and you couldn’t break up the fight without getting hit yourself.

“Jordan stop it!” You beg.

“Hey! Hey!” Coach Baker yells, jogging towards the the three of you, “Get off the ground!”

Jordan shoves Asher into the ground once more before standing up and dusting himself off. Jordan then grabs you and kisses you harshly, not caring about keeping up the act but wanting to show everyone, and Asher especially, that you were his and his only.

Asher gets up next, scowling at Jordan. “I didn’t mean anything J.” He snaps.

Jordan kisses you again, “Mine.” He mutters, loud enough for Asher to hear. “All mine.”

that kind of love that’s “i was scared until i found you.” that kind of love that’s worth it to try romance again. the “fuck i’ll try cheesy if it just makes you smile” love, the roses and love notes and wine bottles. the twinkle light love, the “let’s go on this romantic date only to spend the whole thing being silly” love, the dancing badly to slow songs love, the “i don’t know how you make me laugh so much but seriously stop it i’m trying to drive” love. the “i trust you love,” calling late at night because a secret just welled up in my throat love, the first person i talk to so i can figure out this decision is you kind of love. the “i was hurt before and had given up but then i found you” love, the incredulous in-awe love, the wonder love, the are you actually real or am i dreaming you love. the “i didn’t believe in soulmates before you” love. that kinda love.

i never knew, just what it was | s.m

Inspired by Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop

A chilled whistle of wind blows past him making him bury his nose further into the muffler he wrapped around his neck. He should’ve known better than to walk to the café on impulse, even if it was just ten minutes from his apartment. Their apartment. He couldn’t stop the smile that grew on his face, feeling his cheeks burn brighter. Maybe it wasn’t just the harsh sting of winter anymore, and maybe he didn’t really care of what someone would think after seeing him grinning like an idiot. The streets were mostly empty anyway, not everyone just up and walked out their house during such weather.

Seeing the familiar redwood door come into sight he silently thanked the gods above for not freezing him alive on his way here. Quickly stepping in, he did what he always did, moved straight to the electric fireplace in the far right of the room and settled himself on the table right next to it. He had moved past the status of a usual at this point, the staff knew who he was, the usuals knew who he was, maybe the boutique owners next door knew who he was, too. Safe to say he loved this place. If he had the option of living there and basking in the aroma of cocoa and vanilla beans forever, he knew what he would choose.

His eyes moved over the cafe, finally having gained some warmth to focus on his surroundings. He leaned over a little, trying to glance over the cash counter in the middle of the room to know if the pretty girl with the kindest eyes he’d ever known was still behind the counter. She wasn’t. In her place was a boy in the coffee shop’s familiar apron quietly thumbing through a book he knew was their record of accounts. It’s okay. Pretty girl must be around, somewhere. He found himself leaning towards the fireplace again, a subconscious way of restraining himself from marching over to the counter and asking for the one person who kept him coming back here.

It’s been a few years since he moved into his condo, and soon after he visited this coffee shop for the first time ever. The memory was burned in the back of his mind and it was his favourite to rehash. Walking here when he did was a chance thing of sorts, just like everything else that followed it.

He had his usual coffee place figured out within just days of moving everything into his new place, the tiny urban café was just round the corner from his building and he’d never known a pleasure as simple as picking up a coffee for himself every time he walked out of the house. That one time before he left for tour, though, the café was closed. There was a notice stuck to the door, he remembers. Hi! Sorry for not being available to you, our owners are having the place remodelled, we may remain closed for a few days till we fix the new plugs for our coffee machines! We apologise again for the inconvenience, we’ll be up and brewing again in no time!

He was thrown off kilter for a few moments, he never bothered exploring his options around here, he never had to. Quickly pulling out his phone and checking for surrounding coffee shops on the map, his next best option was somewhere 10 minutes away. It was a warm looking place, at least that’s what the photos looked like. It was further into the neighbouring commercial area, though. The chances of him being recognised were high. But he needed coffee. And he couldn’t make coffee. He was a man on a mission with very limited choices. Little did he know it would end up being his best decision, too.

He checked the route once again before locking his phone and setting it in his pockets, quickly setting off in the direction of the coffee he was convinced he’d be dysfunctional without. When he grew closer to the place, he could see why it was one of the top rated in the area. The café had bay windows, sprawling vines over the glass separating the inside from the outside, from what he could see the place was just as beautiful inside, a beautiful redwood door stood between him and his goal. He pushed the door open, the bell above letting out a chime and he winced slightly, so much for not grabbing attention. Anyone who may have seen him got right back to their work though, there’s a life beyond a pop star standing in a café’s doorway. He quickly looked around and made his way to the counter to place his order. His steps faltered as the person, the girl, behind the counter turned around to spot him. There were two large books - textbooks? - face up on the empty space beside the till, a colourful collection of highlighters to go along with. When her eyes landed on him, she inhaled sharply - this isn’t what her dad prepared her for when he said she should start spending more time looking after the family business.

Yes she was wearing the café’s apron, yes the colourful sleeves of her jumper were very much visible. Colourful sleeves of her jumper from his merchandise.

He’s real, she thought. A real human, fully functional, standing in her dad’s café. He chose her dad’s café for coffee? He drinks regular people coffee?

A snorting laugh came out of his mouth before he could stop himself - “Yeah, I do drink regular people coffee.”

Oh. Her thoughts weren’t just thoughts after all if she can’t stop herself from saying them out loud.

“I’m.. so sorry,” her eyes widened and she started pressing buttons on the till quickly pulling up a space to punch in a new order, “What can I help you with, sir?”

“Sir?” If he kept smiling at her like that she was sure she would not be standing upright for too long, was the room getting hot or was it just her? “You don’t have to call me that”

“It’s uh, café policy…,” she winced.

“Alright, ma’am, you can get me a tall Americano…,” he trailed off, still smiling while he read from the large chalk written menu on the wall above the counter, “with an extra shot of espresso.”

“That’s a lot of caffeine,” she muttered out before she could stop herself her hands quickly working the till. Her eyes widened at the sound of him chuckling again, “I didn’t - I’m sorry is the coffee to-go?” She busied herself with writing his name on the little sticky notes her dad taught her to use, physically refraining from writing “s.m.” like she usually did for everything related to him.

I WANNA STAY, his mind screamed, the words came out of his mouth before he realised. Guess he’s staying then. She nodded, moving fast to get his order ready. She was the only one behind the counter, there was a door in the brick wall behind her, a kitchen, he assumed. She worked the machine swiftly, a soft whirring sound being heard before the dark liquid poured out. She put his coffee in a clear glass looking to her left as a man walked out of the kitchen to join her behind the counter. He was wearing a pristine white apron, and moved to reassemble cookie jars on the far right after setting a fresh batch down.

He was old, grey hair and grey beard, washing his hands before patting her on the shoulder, “Sab theek chal raha hai na?” Her eyes moved to the prettiest man on the other side of the counter before telling her dad that yes, things were going fine. Her dad brought her another tiny glass to serve his shot of espresso in, before bringing it over to Shawn. “Hello, Sir, here’s your order.”

Yep. Definitely her dad. He thanked both of them before moving around to find a place for himself. There were pretty marble tops everywhere, high chairs by the side of the counter he was leaning against just moments ago, two seater tables along the bay windows he walked past, big cushioned sofas, and - an electric fireplace? He walked over to the tables surrounding it, a little ways from the counter but he could still see her so it was all good, no matter how creepy he thought he was being.

Behind the counter, her dad was pulling her to the side - “is this the guitar boy you like? He’s very handsome” and she nudged him away because “shut UP, papa, vo humein sunn sakta hai, you know?” She reminds him he can probably hear the two of them before making work of cleaning up an already pristine work space just to have something to do with her hands. She kept stealing glances at him over the course of the hour he sat there, occasionally writing something on his phone, but otherwise just looking at her.

The next few times he came over were all the same until he walked in looking like a “baby squish that she’d want to fit in her pocket and give all the kisses,” her words, not his, and wrote her number on his bill that he threw without seeing the digits. The next time she slipped her number on a tissue that, again, he used without really seeing, in his defence he was busy looking at her. By the third time she wrote her number on a tissue and left is on his table while walking past and he didn’t stop looking at her face, she spun around and sat in the chair opposite him.

“I have been trying to give you my number for two weeks now and you haven’t paid attention so can you please give me your phone so I can save it?”

He was shocked to say the least, handing his phone over without a word and taking it back as she was done. He waited till she got back to her usual place behind the counter before texting her.

Am I allowed to ask a barista out for coffee? Asking for a friend. It’s me. I’m the friend.

He blinks and he finds himself at the very same table. Some 10 minutes later she walks out of the kitchen, 2 fresh trays of muffins stacked on top of each other and ready to be put on display. She pauses right before pushing the trays onto the display shelves, she senses him because she sees him. Rolling her eyes, she adjusts the muffins the way they’re supposed to be before turning around to make a tall Americano with an extra shot of espresso, a little “s.m. <3” written on the side.

He sees her go through the process, he says it’s basically intoxicating seeing her do what she does best. He grins lazily, sauntering over and leaning on the counter when she turns to face him again.

“Fancy seeing you here,” she quirks, eyes raking over his tight fitting shirt and hair pasted into a quiff she quickly learned to love, “Going somewhere?”

“Yeah, actually…” his smile grows wider, cocky almost, “got a hot date. This pretty barista down the road who makes the greatest chocolate chip muffins.”

She pretends she’s not affected by him standing there looking like a wet dream come to life, “Doesn’t sound like she has too much character, you know? Anyone can make muffins,” she murmurs.

“She has a fancy business degree, too,” he nods quickly, “she’s way smarter than me.”

“That’s not very smart,” she deadpans.

He’s about to start whining before her dad walks out and it all feels too familiar. Except 3 years have passed, her dad’s hair is a lot greyer, she’s now running the café and wears diamonds on both her ring fingers. Her dad comes around to pull him into a hug and talk to him about the promo trip he just got back from and asks her not to trouble him so much. She whines about the two of them ganging up on her again before a loud beepbeepbeep goes off - the muffins she re - heated for him are ready. Her dad says goodbye to the both of them before heading home for the day, along with the new boy he saw earlier.

He makes sure the cafe is empty when he goes behind the counter crowding her space and pulling her closer as she playfully pushed him away in vain.

“Customers aren’t allowed behind the counter, sir,” she giggles as he resorts to pressing loud smooches all over her face, holding both her hands between them.

He quickly pulls back feigning offence, “So I’m gone for two weeks and suddenly I’m just a customer now? What about all that sickness and health? Was that a lie?”

“Oh no, how did you figure out, I’m so sorry honey but you’ve been punked.”

She feels him whine in protest as burrows himself in her neck, “I woke up and you weren’t there do you know how much that sucked.”

“I told you I would only come home for lunch, it’s not my fault your jet lagged ass dozed off right after - and for the record I did actually wake you up before leaving and gave you kisses. And then you passed out again.”

“Okay but I’m super awake now and you haven’t given me kisses,” and then he gets the kisses he asked for, lots of them. When she pulls away, his eyes are glazed over and he has half a mind to ditch the plans he made for the two of them and drive her car right back home. But she looked so pretty and she deserves to be well fed and well fucked so the driving back home part would have to wait.

“I thought you wanted to take me out?” She speaks into his skin before pulling his bottom lip between both of hers and suckling sweetly, he doesn’t think their bed back home could be more tempting if he tried. They’re both horndogs when it comes to each other, maybe that’s why they fit so well.

“You? Who said anything about taking you - oh? You thought I was talking about you?” He teased running his hands up and down her back before settling on the curve of her ass, “sorry, love, tough luck, can’t have you thinking I like you too much, have to keep my options open.”

She narrows her eyes at him, a dangerous glint shining through and making him weak in the knees just like she always did, “What makes you think I like you at all, hmm?” She snipes, biting down on his lip to hear him moan delicately.

“I don’t know, Mrs. Mendes, you did choose to marry me after all, it was a very pretty wedding you wore a pink dress and your hair was curled up and you had highlights back then and then I took you in the bathroom outside the ha-“

“Shut the fuck up, jeez, Shawn do you have a filter at all?”

“We are literally the only ones here, babe,” he says motioning around to the café, before he lowers his voice and moves his head to nibble on her jaw, “Wanna go to the backroom? Pizza can wait.”

She pulls his head back, “Pizza?” He hums, “Backroom, then pizza,” still dazed, leaning back in to love on her a bit more.

“Baby, you shouldn’t have said that, we have to leave now.” He whines as she slips out of his arms, gathering her things and fixing her hair, “I love you but pizza is pizza.”

“But the backroom-“

“We have a whole bed with your Egyptian cotton bedsheets, babe, I’m sure that’s much more comf- wait. Bed reminds me why are you here?” She looks out and as she assumed it’s snowing, “Why’d you come here? Please tell me you didn’t walk here.” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, eyes to the floor, “It’s almost a storm outside, honey, why’d you come here? I would’ve come home just fine, you know that.”

“But I missed you,” he said it like it was the most obvious thing ever, “And then I decided that I should take you out to the pizza place you like, the one with Georgian pizza?” Because Italian pizza has nothing on Georgian Pizza, she’d said. She sighs before kissing him again, running her hands up his arms, squeezing one last time before letting go. “You’re such a loser,” she says kissing the corner of his mouth, “Let me grab my things, I’ll just be a minute.”

He picks up the last cup she used for him, drying it and putting it away. Walking around, he can’t help the butterflies he has existing in a place that’s so her, such an accurate representation of her. Any nerves he had on the way here seep away, he realises there’s no time as perfect as now.

As he waits by the front door, twisting his platinum band around his finger, he pulls his phone out.

Do baristas like buns in the oven? Asking for a friend.

———-

“So see, that explains everything. We’re not together anymore because of the multiverse.

Well, isn’t that comforting?” (insp)

Sorry Man, Dibs. (Request)

     Molly’s was packed. You had trouble finding anyone you knew. At one time you thought you saw Ruzek’s head but you looked again not a second later whoever it was, was gone.

There was one familiar sight, Herrmann and the bar were still there as usual. You grabbed a drink and hung out at a small standing table by yourself in the far corner of the bar.

Tonight you weren’t sure what you wanted to do. Part of you wanted to go home with someone, part of you wanted to finish the drink then just go home and a slightly larger part of you wanted to text Antonio and ask if he was here.

Antonio was a lost cause. He’d never know how you felt about him. He was too busy with being the perfect selfless person he is.

Lost in your thoughts about the rugged cop, you feel the table you’re standing at shift.

A guy had joined you at the table. You focus onto him. He was a charming guy. His name was Trevor. Trevor was an expert at throwing in compliments into every sentence effortlessly, grade A player for sure.

You were starting to get into this. Trevor wasn’t too bad. Maybe it would be a go…

And there he was.

You caught sight of Antonio at the bar chatting with Herrmann.

Oh that man. He was something else.

Suddenly, your attention was brought back to Trevor when he reached for your hand, asking if you wanted to go back to his place.

It wasn’t that Trevor was a bad dude,you think, it just was he wasn’t familiar and you couldn’t really trust him. Of course you could take care of yourself, but you didn’t want to expose yourself to someone like this. You realized this was a bad idea. You panicked a bit, your eyes frantically searching around the room for a friend.

Maybe you could find Adam or Kevin and pretend they were your boyfriend and just say the flirting was all in good fun. Unfortunately, the two men were not in sight in the bustling bar.

Trevor asked again. You shrugged, still looking for help. You’re afraid if you shut him down he won’t stop.

Again, your eyes land on Antonio. This time he’s talking to someone as he faces your direction. You didn’t want him involved. What kind of woman get’s scared of a likely harmless guy? Before you can look away his eyes flitted to yours. (Gif) You suddenly have a senseless burst of confidence. It was weird, the moment he looked at you, you felt like you’d never be good enough for him so why not just settle for Trevor? You shook your head with a mixed look on your face. Tonio scrunched his face in confusion in response.

You turn back to Trevor.

“How about after another drink, I’ll buy.”

He agreed and tried to pay but you insisted.

The two of you kept talking, you were vaguely aware of Antonio glancing at the two of you regularly.

Towards the end of your drink Antonio was alone and staring at you relentlessly. You and Trevor split the bill and Antonio’s desperate eyes made it into your vision when Trevor was preoccupied.

You shrugged at the Detective. He looked a bit pissed for some reason. He used his hand on his knee to lowkey point at Trevor. You nodded. And he shook his head quickly. “Don’t do it,” he mouthed. “Why not?” You mouthed silently back.

He became agitated. Fidgeting around. But Trevor tapped your shoulder and you looked back to him.

“Ready to go?” Trevor asked. You were about to respond when you felt a large hand spin you around.

This body backed you into a wall and kissed you.

You have to admit it was an excellent kiss, but you had to face the facts.

“What the hell, what the hell, what the hell?” You thought, panicked.

Who the hell was kissing you?

You open your eyes to address the shocking situation.

You were currently in a deep passionate kiss with Antonio. Trevor was staring at you in disbelief. Herrmann was wolf whistling and a few Molly’s customers were cheering.

You were blank. All you could do was embrace the moment.

You felt Antonio’s lips on yours. The two of you moved slightly out of sync.

But hey, that can be fixed with some practice.

You smelled the subtle hints of his cologne.

Your heart raced. It felt like it was about to give out from overexcitement. You really hope he didn’t hear the excited squeal that escaped your mouth. You felt him chuckle, so he must’ve.

Kissing Antonio was everything you thought it would be, and more. When he pulled away you leaned forward a bit in disappointment. Antonio held a mischievous smile on his face as he cocked his head to one side as to indicate he was innocently confused.

A loud cough catches your attention and you look back to Trevor who is still in shock.

Antonio pulls an arm around your shoulder.

“Sorry man, dibs.” He shrugged.

Trevor threw his hands up in the air and stormed out, muttering something, lord knows what. The two of you watched as he left.

When the door slammed behind Trevor you expected Antonio to slip his arm off of you, but he didn’t.

He looks down at you with a look of concern, “you ok? I didn’t like the looks that guy was giving you.” He comfortingly rubbed your upper arm farthest from him with the hand that’s wrapped around your shoulders.

“So, obviously the only option was strategize a sneak attack that involved kissing me. You must have thought I was in a life threatening situation.”

He shook his head.

“Nah I was the one who was in jeopardy.”

You tilt your head.

“How so?” You ask.

“Well, some random guy was about to take my girl home. And I mean yeah you aren’t my girl, but when this situation arose why not knock out two birds with one stone?”

“Is this you making a move?” You joke.

“Yes, yes it is.” He says affirmatively as he gently pushes you against the wall again, holding you there with a passionate powerful kiss. The synchronization was already starting to improve.

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