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thegreatestsandwich · 2 years

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Hi! So I see you're still open fic request, aND I'M IN LOVE WITH ALL OF YOUR NAMOR FIC🥹🥹 *really got me in tears

If you don't mind, I would like to request another Namor fic with his pregnant wife. I like to imagine how would he react after her or maybe Namora telling him that she's pregnant. It just wonderful if you have any cute ideas to add<3

Like, if he thanking her or announce to his people that they are getting a new family member

Thankyou so much for the works! Have a great day!☺️

This life’s sweeter than fiction (Namor x F!reader)

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Pairing: Namor x F!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: You knew there was something off with your body, now you most tell him and hope he was as excited as you were for the future

Warning: Nothing to be honest, just the must pure of purest fluff, I think.

A/N: Guess who keeps writing for this beautiful man? Yes, me, and I won't stop

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received! I love to read your lovely coments :)

It was your full bladder that had woken you early and made you slip out of Namor’s hold, as you stumbled your way into the washroom still half-asleep. You stayed still for a moment, frowning when you noticed something wasn´t quite right. You tried to awake your brain a little bit to try and focus if there was anything wrong with your body, but nothing set off any alarm bells or made you feel agitated or apprehensive. It was quite the oppositive, you felt different and it was making you a little mad not knowing what was happening.

You shook your head, and after finishing your business you returned to the bed, not caring if you woke Namor up while you tried to get comfortable once again, you grasped his arm and hold it up, dropping it on your waist. You felt his chest ruffled with laughter and a soft kiss on your shoulder before holding you closer to his body. You close your eyes contently and tried to get back to sleep.

That’s when you opened it.

You were pregnant.

How the hell did that happened? Okey, you knew how it had happened but you didn’t think it would be this fast, I mean, it was a few days after your union, you thought you needed to well, do it more times?

No wonder why your bladder was a pain every single hour of the day, you couldn’t sleep as the fog cleared from your mind, and you felt…happy? You always wanted a family of your own, after your mother decided to only had you and no more children, you wanted a big family. In the few months you had been married to Namor, he had gone quite protective of you and you wanted to think he was ready to have a family, but you couldn’t tell him yet, you needed to make sure it was a reality.

When you open your eyes once again, you noticed Namor’s side of the bed empty, you sighed while your eyes stared at the ceiling, you needed to make your way to K’ha’nha, one of the oldest women in the village, she would definitely tell you if your suspicions were correct.

The way to her small corner was an eventful one, every talokanil nodded at your way, a form of courtesy, addressing you as their queen. You smiled, trying to force it to be natural and not a strained one. You gently knocked at the door and K’ha’nha greeted you with a warm embrace.

“In wojel Ba'axten a te'ela', in reina.” I know why you are here, my queen. The old woman smiled, guiding you to a sit and offering you some food. “Buka'aj k'iin ku beetik a wojel?” How long have you known? She asked you.

“Bixi?” How? You asked her confused. “Táant u notar o'oniak.” I just noticed last night.

K’ha’nha smiled, holding your hands in hers. “Táan a resplandeciente, in reina.” You are glowing, my queen.

And you knew she wouldn’t tell you how does she knew, but you didn’t care, as it was now confirmed.

You waited for your husband patiently, sitting on the bed with your legs crossed. Although you never had a way with words, you had never found yourself without them when you married Namor, but there was something about telling him this news that made you worry for his reaction, so you brace yourself for it. Your emotions were all over the place, but mostly you were happy. You were happy, scared and shocked, but mostly happy.

And a part of yourself feared he wouldn’t feel the same.

You stared at the entrance of your shared place and when he finally entered, you force yourself to remained sited on the bed. Namor noticed there was something off with you and the deepest part of himself wanted to be closer to you, hold you and protected you from anything that caused you to be stressed.

He walked closer, kneeling in front of you and holding your hands in his. “What is it?” He spoke in english, still trying to get you used to that strange language, something a queen needed to do to help protect the kingdom. “You are stressed.”

“Teene’…”

“English, you need practice.”

You sighed, closing your eyes, trying to form the sentence in your head. “I am pregnant?” It ended as a question, the words still a bit wobbly on your tongue. How much you hated not being able to speak your mother tongue.

Namor stared at you without moving and you tried to smiled a little to sooth whatever was on his mind. “I went to K’ha’nha, she say I was.”

“I…I have no idea what to say, in yakunaj.” Even though he encourage you to speak in english, he still never said my love in that language, a bit dirty on his tongue, not calling you his love in other way that it wasn’t his mother tongue.

“I do not want you to say anything.” You kissed his hands. “I just need to know if we are ready with this.”

“Ready?” Your smile fell a little when he asked that, and Namor hated himself for it. “In yakunaj.” He leaned forward and kissed you, a bit greedily. He was happy, no. He was excited. Namor rested his forehead against yours as he spoke. “The moment I decided to be yours, I would be only yours. You have made me want things I never would have expected to want.” He massaged your stomach gently. “You had given me so much yet I have not given in return, I cannot lose you not after that day, not again."

You frowned. “K'uk'ulkan, you have given me enough, you had given me this gift, you will not lose me...us”

Namor laughed, a few tears straining his eyes as his gaze was drawn to your stomach. “How does it feel?” He softly asked you. Your hands drying away some tears that managed to escape his eyes. “To have my sanity in your hands.” His hand wrapped at your neck from behind, dragging you forward until his lips were on your forehead. He would do anything to protect you…to protect the both of you.

“Dramatic.” You smiled, using once again that word he thought you long ago.

He chuckled, shaking his head before kissing you. “I must prepare the others.”

“Prepare?”

“Yes.” He kissed you again. “The celebration must began preparations.”

“Celebration?” You stared at him in confusion as he was standing up and walking to the entrance. “I do not understand?”

“You have given me the greatest news, the others must know so we can celebrate the addition of another talokalin, my child.” Namor smiled brightly before leaving you there. Confuse and afraid of how big this celebration would be.

#namor imagine #namor x you #namor x reader #namor x y/n #namor fic #namor fluff #namor fanfiction #namor #namor of talokan #k'uk'ulkan #kukulcan #black panther wakanda forever #black panther: wakanda forever #black panther #black panther imagine #tenoch huerta #this is pure fluffiness

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nanaloveswo-men · 2 years

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hii i just read your work and i just want to say i really like your writings! i was wondering if i could request a fluff where reader meets erling's family :) like erling's mom showing reader his baby photos and cute stuff like that (i love ur pfp btw) thank you ~

baby photos - erling haaland

pairing: erling haaland x reader

summary: you were scared to first meet Erling's family, but when his mom showed you his old photos, you realized that you already loved them

warnings: just a sweet fluffy and a really embarrassed erling

author notes: thank you so much for your sweet coments! this mens a lot for me! and now, omg, i loved this request sooooo much !!! i have so much to talk about old photos take i might make a part 2 of this sorry for the wait, i'm just really busy with everything, and now, to only make things worse, i'm kind of sick, so sorry.

word count: 1,4k (the biggest one i wrote so far)

"nothing, just seeing your sweet little ass"

“I don’t think i’m ready for this Erling” you said worried. “Relax love, they already like you” Haaland was trying his best to calm you down.

Both of you were in the car, heading to Erling’s parents house, and until now, you weren’t really worried about meeting his family for the first time, the anxciety only came when you were five minutes away from the their house. The reality hit you like a train.

Questions like, “what if they don’t like me?”, “and if they think i’m not good enought for their son?” were poping up in your head. Your hands were shaking and you could feel the sweat running down you back.

Erling’s parents had already met you at online calls and you even had exchanged a bunch of chat messages, but meeting them in person was totally different. To only make things worse, this was the first time you were at Norway, so beside meeting his parents, there were lots of cultural differences, like the food, the weather and the language itself.

You checked your clothes for what felt the 100th time in only ten minutes, looking at the mirror to see if your hair was good.

Your boyfriend sweet as always, noticing how nervous you were, got your shaking hands and placed them on his tight, giving a little grip to show that he was there for you.

Being honest, Haaland wasn’t worried about his parents reaction, he was sure that everything would be fine, afterall his family was super excited to meet you, more than himself. They already loved you.

"You'll be good, love. I trust you." he tried to calm you down one more time. "Sorry, i'm overreacting, but it's just that..." Haaland interrupted you before you could end.

"I'll be at your side, just trust me, nothing bad will happen" he said looking at you with a sweet smile.

You weren't really relax, but Erling's words made you feel a little better, now, some positive thoughts were popping in your head.

After some minutes, you two were finally at Haaland's family house.

You stopped at the door, fixing your clothes for a last time. "Wait, don't open the door yet!" before you could finish your sentence, someone suddenly opened the door, making you and your boyfriend freeze.

"Oh my god! You are so pretty" your heart stopped for a second, yours and Erling's head slowly turning to the person by the door.

You felt your cheeks heating up, now, Haaland's mom was looking directly at your face, examining every piece of it, making you self-councionus.

"By the pictures, i already knew that you were beautiful, but looking at you right now, i'm sure that you are gorgeous" she said soft smiling at you.

Of course, Haaland's mom already knew that you would be nervous, and she could also see that, not only at your face, but also in your body language. Now, her goal was to make you feel welcomed and loved.

You let a sigh in relief, your body finally relaxing. "Thank you so much, you are also gorgeous, mis." you said smiling.

Erling was only paying attention to the interaction, he was so happy that his heart could explode now. There was nothing better than seeing two of the people he loved the most getting along.

"Let's come in, everyone wants to meet you, i'm sure they will love you just like i do." she said pushing you to the inside of the house.

You couldn't lie, in the first ten minutes of the meeting were really odd foy you, because you were just standing in the middle of the living room, surrounded by a bunch of norwegians asking questions that you were trying your best to answer them all.

After this weird moment, everything went more than good, after some time you were already feeling in home. Everyone in Erling's family was so nice, you wanted to cry.

They cooked all kind of differents foods especially for you, from typical norwegians food, to the classic food you were already familiar with, all of this just to make you feel welcome. Even Erling's dad, that you were scared of, was actually a really sweet man, just like his son.

"So, what are you thinking?" your boyfriend asked, seeing that you were lost in your own thoughts. "I'm just really happy" you smiled up at him. "Your family is so sweat, makes me wanna cry" Haaland's eyes brightened when he heard your words.

"You are just too good, i don't deserve you" he hugged you, putting his chin on the top of your head.

You giggled, hugging him back. You two were in your own loving world, when someone approachead.

"Hey love bird, can i steal your girlfriend for a minute?" Erling's mom asked softly. "No" Haaland said, squeezing you in his big arms. You laughed at his actions, but you quickly left him, wanting to see what his mother wanted.

"Come with me sweet, i want to show you something" Marita (Erling's mom) pushed you by your hand.

You looked at Erling, but he only give you a head shake, also not knowing what his mom wanted. You follwed the older woman to the living room, where you were before.

Marita sat on the couch, a big box on her hands. Tapping the place on her side, she silent asked for you to sat there.

The room was quiet for a moment, only you and the older woman satting on the couch, Haaland had left you a time ago, wenting to backyard with the rest of his family.

"This is our family album" she explained, taking a book out of the box. "Well, this is actually Erling photo album" she said looking at you.

You stared at the book in her hands, not believing in what Marita had just said.

"Since when i first knew Erling was dating, i wanted to show you this, you know, it's a tradiction between daughter-in-law and mother-in-law" she said laughing.

Your boyfriend would be pissed of if he ever discovered that you were seeing his baby and teenager photos, but in this moment, you couldn't care less. You would deal with Erling's dramatic ass later.

Marita showed to you a bunchof photos, from all of Haaland's life, honestly, it was adorable.

You let a loud laugh came out of your mouth, but it wasn't you fault, the picture you were seeing was just to funny, even Marita was giggling.

In the photo, a baby Erling was in the pool, a cute little frog hat on his head, but apparently, he wasn't really happy, his face in an angry expression.

"He was mad because he was wet" his mother explained, "You see, he wanted to go to the pool, but he didn't want to get wet" your tummy was already hurting from how bad you were laughing.

"Yeah, he is a pain in the ass since he's a baby" you teased your boyfriend, even if he wasn't in the room. "And what about this one?" you asked pointing to other picture.

In this one, baby Erling was hugging someone's leg, his little hands holding the jeans like his life depended on it.

"Moments before he was running, and of course, he felt. And you know him" Marita said passing her fingers through her blond hair "He was scared to fall again, so he decided to walk hugging his dad's leg"

"Drama queen" you said looking at his little face in the photo.

Marita continued passing the pages, always making sure to explain the situation behind the photos, making you feel part of the family. Your good moment were interruped by a happy Erling.

"What are my two ladies doing?" he asked kissing you both on the forehead. "Nothing, just seeing your sweet little ass" you answered holding the album.

It was funny the way Erling's expression turned from happy and excite, to pure desesperation when he saw the book in your hands, his facing turning more white than usual.

"Mom! I can't believe you were showing this to her!" he complained, trying to get the thing out of your hands.

His mom's devilsh smiled didn't hide any of her intentions, and nor did yours.

"Don't worry baby, i think you look cute in this duck pajama" you teased, looking at the picture where teenager Haaland was wearing a duck pajama.

"Please, stop" he begged, his face getting red with all the shame he was feeling now.

Feeling merciful, you closed the album, letting it on the couch, running to your boyfriend's arm. You passed your arms around his neck, looking directly at his flustered face.

"You were always so cute, love" you could hear his mom laughing behind your back. "I hate you both" he said loud enough for you two here, before hugging you back.

"We love you too, Erl" Marita said walking out of the living room, leaving you two alone, but before she was gone, she blinked at you. "I'll show you the rest of the photos later, honey".

"Got it, sir!" you said to her, giggling when Erling pinched the side of your waist.

"You are going to pay for this later, babe" he warned, squeezing your thigh.

"Well see that, duck boy" you couldn't help, but tease him a little more.

#erling haaland fluff #erling haaland x you #erling haaland one shot #erling haaland x reader #erling haaland imagine #erling haaland #football imagine #football fluff #anon ask

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nikethestatue · 8 months

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Elucien and gwynriel think the same way elriel thinks when it comes to ships😅 you see their coments and all they said is sjm’s Pinterest is full of elucien and gwynriel and that they have all the canon evidence and similarities with others ship. Elriels think the same way we think we are right and that all the evidence points to us. I mean I have seem multiple elucien saying they can’t wait to see our ship sink. The fandom is so clearly divided and each side thinks they are 100% right. They said we make everything about elain and we said they make everything about gwyn or lucien🤷🏼‍♀️ is literally the same way of thinking just with different characters. Honestly it makes me a little scared to who is really right when it comes to ship because every side is so sure they are right. I honestly just want elain’s book.

I disagree with this because i think there is a big difference between wishful thinking and canon evidence.

I am sorry, but Gwynriel is just whack. From purely evidentiary POV, if you are not an obsessed fan who spent 3 years looking at the 2nd part of the bonus chapter and thinking you got something, Gwynriel doesn't exist. Like ask ANY casual reader, who isn't influenced by anything (btw, when ACOSF just came out, I was a fan of ACOTAR but I wasn't a crazed Elriel. I was still mostly into Feysand and Nessian, and I wasn't dealing with Elriel, because that was coming later. So I was technically that casual reader) if they think Gwynriel is an actual thing, 99% of them will say no. And look at you like you just fell out of a tree. Literally, yesterday, someone asked their mom about their opinion, since they are reading ACOSF, and the mom was like 'what? Azriel and that teenager?" It's not US. It's reality. There is no Gwynriel. Sorry.

Elucien have a bond. But haven't the last 4 books shown that the bond and the lack of attraction between Elain and Lucien are kind of sus? Again, SJM throwing in a ton of 'what if the Cauldron was wrong? why not make them mates?" isnt there for shits and giggles. Could, extremely hypothetically, Elucien happen? I'd say, yes, it has more chances than Gwynriel, but it's not saying much. Also, Lucien was literally given a girlfriend! Why they keep bitching about Vassa, I have no idea. It's a fantasy. They can all be immortal, it's okay.

But seriously, I cannot CANNOT compare Gwynriel, which is just a combo of headcanons, what ifs, random wants and delirious TikTokers, with what is actually in the books for Elriel.

Seriously, what are we even comparing here? Huge scenes like the Hybern rescue, the TT exchange, the murder of the King, and I want to eat Elain out, to what, exactly?

I wanna cut the ribbon! Go ahead. Cut it.

absolutely NO Elucien scenes. Name ONE Elucien scene? Other than him having a long ass monologue in his head? NONE exit.

So, I am gonna be honest, and will put on my 'Crazed Elriel' hat and say one is definitely not like the other two.

#elriel #pro elriel

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dragonzfanfics11 · 23 days

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HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII, can I request a poly sbg x fem gyaru reader who gets bullied by Barron and his friends? (Angst but a very fluffy ending) :3

thanks for the request!!! I was busy today so sorry it took me awhile to make this :D also idk who gyaru is but I'll try my best!!

Again I'm not the best at writing yet so if it's bad I'm sorry!

Summery- reader is bullied and the sbg gang finds out and helps you (I took inspo from when logen was bullied so it'd kinda like that but some parts about your looks?)

Warnings- bullying, probably some swearing, maybe implied sa? (Mostly just pointing out how pretty reader is nothing bad!) angst with comfort at the end, ima make it like my last one with a one-shot/story with some headcanons at the end for each character

Quick key- aiden ashlen ben tyler taylor logen barron/his friends and you (sorry I don't got any more colors so you gotta share with barron 😭)

Sbg x bullied fem reader

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so the sbg group where all heading to class you told them you'd meet them in class and you needed to grab your things, on there way there they see you surrounded by barron and his friends in the hall

Sbg group talking before taylor notices you

"Hey is that y/n?"

"Ya, Isn't that barron..?"

"What the hell are they doing?"

Over to you and barron, you where already uncomfortable being around him with his weird coments and you didn't have time to help him today

"Come on! Your like the smartest girl in class can't ya help me out again? I really need it and plus we can hang out more what'cha say?" - Barron

"Im sorry I've got to much work to do this time I cant" -you

"Come on can't ya spare some time to help him out? We can find a way to pay you back" -one of Barron's friends

"I can't! I've got to much work this time your gonna have to find someone els-"

Thats when barron pushed you back into one of the lockers pinning you between his arms getting to close for comfort

"Come on princess! Can't ya help a guy out?" Barron

As soon as barron pushed you into the lockers that's when the sbg group snaped and made there way over quickly

"Get the hell off her!"

"Fuck off barron"

Tyler shoved him away from you as ashlen,logen,and tyler stood in front of you protectively ben and aiden on one side with tyler on the other grabbing your arm asking if your ok which you nod to

"Well if it isn't logen and his friends the hll you want?"-One of Barron's friends

"What the hell where you try and do to y/n?"

"Just asking for some help with my work can't a guy ask for help?" -barron

"Were not stupid barron, your just trying to make her do it for you"

"We remember how you treated logan you wont treat y/n like that!"

Barron let's out an annoyed scoff as he crosses his arms Ben's next to you and Taylor his fists clenched

"You better not come near her again or we can beat you up like last time again, your pick"

"Ya! We ain't gonna let this slide asshole"

Aidens smile was more of a phycotic one like you've seen a few times in the phantom realm and ashlen also has a slightly scary look

Barron scoffs again and him and his friends walk away giving you and the others a glare

"Are you ok did he hurt you?"

"No, im fine"

"How long has he been treating you like that?"

"Did he hurt you at all before?"

"I've only helped him for a few weeks now"

"How many times has be beat you up?"

"What?"

"She said how many times has barron and his goons beat you up for not helping him?"

"Uhm....just once or twice...."

You look away nervesly recalling how beat up you where and how you barly managed to cover up the bruises with makeup

You feel a hand on your shoulder and loon up to see ben with a apologetic look

"That asshole, he should be the one getting hurt not you"

"He's lucky we didn't hurt him more last time we beat him up"

"Guys calm down"

Your suddenly pulled into a hug by Taylor

"I'm so sorry you had to go through all that you did you could've told us!!"

"Ya I know how Barron's like we could've helped you"

Logen then joins the hug with Ben too

"If he bugs you again well beat the shit out of him"

"Ya! He won't know what hit em!"

Aiden also joins the hug and tyler and ash just sorta stand there and pat your back or something cuz your in public lol-

"Thanks guys, your the best"

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Headcanon time!!

Set after the they found out!

Ashlen

She probably glares at barron and his friends anytime she sees them and will silently listen to you when you need to vent about it and give you some fighting advice maybe?

Aiden

I think he'd give some mean glares to barron to but not where you can see him lol, he also might try to listen to you if you need to vent but might get distracted half way through- I can see him having one of those shit-talk conversations where you both just talk shit about him lol

Ben

Will probably also glare and get mad anytime he sees barron so you've gotta make sure he keeps his cool, will gladly listen to you vent and might let you listen to music with him to help calm down or feel better, probably gives awesome and comforting hugs

Tyler

Will probably act like a personal bodyguard when Barron's around and glare at him like the whole time he's in sight- might not listen to you vent willingly but if you start he might just sit there quietly and just let you talk, maybe even give you some advice

Taylor

Probably be like the only one who dosent glare at barron anytime he's around but will definitely let you vent to her she'd Probably do anything to help you feel better like cuddle and watch your comfort show/movie with you and your favorite snacks

He'd also be more calm about the glares but probably would glare at barron some times when he tryed to get to close or something, definitely would let you vent to him and give you advice, He'd also probably remind you your not alone and he's ben through it to

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hope this was good!! :3 also I might take a smalm break so if it takes a while for me to answer your requests that's why but I will do them eventually!!

#school bus graveyard x reader #sbg x reader #ashlyn x reader #ashlyn banner #aiden x reader #aiden clark #taylor x reader #taylor hernandez #tyler x reader #tyler hernandez #ben x reader #ben clark #logen fields #logen x reader

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wolfinshipclothing · 3 months

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Rewatching Avatar: the last Airbender (WITH MY MOM!)

Ok so i convinced my mom to watch ATLA with me. she's 68, but with the mind (and the looks mind you) of a 40y/o woman who loves cartoons, so it was quite the blast.

i'll go Book by Book and tell you guys her very amusing (and accurate) thoughts.

So here i go.

MY MOM WATCHES ATLA: BOOK I

-first coment is when she saw Zuko and it was like "ooh, he's hot!" and i was like "he's a teenager" and she was like "he's also not real" so point for her.

-IMMEDIATELY after learning the Avatar has to learn the four elements, she already knew Zuko was going to chance sides and teach Firebending to Aang.

-First episodes were a bit slow but she caught onto it because of the fantasy elements. she had a bit of a hard time picking the whole bending thing. not the bending itself, but the fact that not everyone who lives in the earth kingdom or wears green is an earthbender, but she catch it up quickly.

-she pointed out that Aang's airbending is not very consistent. "Why doesn't the Avatar just blow them away?! he did so in that other episode" and well, its kinda true.

-when it was Haru's episode i said "you're gonna like him". and when Haru showed up she was "ooooh i like him! not as much as the prince tho."

-"you realize its the brother (sokka) who things all the plans, right? he's the brains" she said, halfway through Book One. she's a smart one my mom.

-"when is the earth master going to appear?" "aang has to learn waterbending first" "well but he could appear!" "just wait, mom -.-"

-she is dumbfounded and amazed at the creatures of the Avatar World. "i don't know what the heck that is but is cute/ugly as fuck".

-"this girl Katara is gonna end up with the prince right? Fire and water, perfect match" oh mom. you're in for a dissapointment.

-in the fortune teller episode "but aang's too young for katara! he's twelve right? and she's, fifteen or something?" and i said "yeah, it was kind of a thing at the time" and she said "makes no sense. also, the Avatar is like a superhero. those people... belong to the world, you know? they cant be with anyone". she's pretty wise my mom.

-"I LIKE JET!" then Jet tries to kill the old man "i dont like Jet" then Jet tries to blow up the dam "i hate Jet."

-She thinks Uncle Iroh is the best, specially after he was kidnapping. "He sure knows how to fight" she said. "he's a bit of a goof chummy guy but he gives good advice" (remember this is still Book One).

-she was mindblowed by "the storm". "poor prince. no wonder he's always so mad. still, i like his scar. it looks like a flame."

and i was like "what?" and i realized that, yes, zuko scar sometimes looks like a flame when looked from the side. my mom had to point that out to me T.T.

-"WHY IS KATARA PRACTICING WITH THE WATER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT-?! AND SHE SCREAMING TOO! SHE'S GONNA BE FOUND!" right you are, mom.

-after roku's episode "poor aang. he's gonna do all that, learn all the elements, fight that son of a bitch, and all that before summer? its too much" :(

-during Bato's episode "nah. nah, you can't do that Aang, come on." "he feels left out" "but that scrolls is important right? its about the guys father!" right she was. also she didn't stop laughing at Uncle Iroh flirting with the bounty hunter girl.

-she was having none of Master Pakku bullshit. when katara confronted him she was "hell yeah, show him whats good!" and when we found out master pakku was gran gran old 'boyfriend' "OH, now he's gonna teach her just because she's the grandaughter of his lost love. right. -.-" and i was laughing mad because dont we all know its the truth? XD

-when she saw the fire nation armada she was like "O.O HOW DO YOU EVEN BEAT THAT?"

-and when zuko ship exploded "noooooo! dont kill my princeee, he's so preety! :("

-she doesn't know why sokka felt in love so fast with Yue, and neither do I.

-she got repeatidely frustrated by Aang not taking serious the situations that should be serious, but she shrugged it as "he's twelve".

-at the end of the season, when we see Azula for the first time i told her "i cant BEGIN to tell you how long we had to wait to see how this turned out, because season two took forever to air (we live in latino america)". she was just as excited as i was and wanted to see more.

-as a personal note, i watched this series as a kid and its wild to rewatch it as an adult becase, like, you can apreaciate how well paced and well thought everything is, and how the characters actions NOW reflect what we will learn from them later.

All in all , my mom liked it Book I A LOT, and we waited little in watching book II.

its late so i'll talk more about the other books in other posts. let me know my thoughts so i can pass them onto my mom! :D

#atla #avatar the last airbender #aang #zuko #sokka #katara #rewatching atla

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nox140497 · 9 months

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What the Hell?

SUMMARY: You are the current Batgirl after Steff . The Titans have not met you yet, but you know who they are. In this one, Raven has had a crush on Damian for a while.

Masterlist

Prompt List

Part 1 part 2 part 3

~~~~~~~~Y/N p.o.v.~~~~~~~~~

I was sitting at the Batcomputer waiting for Bruce and the boys to come home and listening to Tim and Damian arguing through the comm in my ear, occasionally one of the others wiuld chip in and make a coment.

I had been benched from going out because I had been sick last week and Damian being the overprotective boyfriend he is did not want me out in the field until he deemed me 100% better, and of caurse Bruce agreed because where do you think Damian got it from.

So here I was whatching the camaras and making sure all my boys were safe, because despite Damian being my boyfriend his brothers were like my own big brothers especially Jason.

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~~~~~~~Raven's p.o.v.~~~~~~

We were on our way to the Batcave to get Robin(Damian) because we had a lead on a vilian in Jump City, and we needed his help.

As we got in the cave, there was a girl that we had never seen before sitting in front of the computer.

I was confused by the girl's presance here. I mean Damian has told us about all of his family members. So who the hell was this chick.

~~~~~~~~Y/N p.o.v.~~~~~~~~~

I turned descreatly at hearing others in the cave and saw who I knew to be the Teen Titans, though I had never met them. What? I'm not a Batkid for nothing, I informed the boys that we had company and to get their butts over here.

I whatched them attempt to sneak up on me and I rolled my eyes, pppfftt you can't sneak up on a batkid, nevermind the current Batgirl, I let them think their plan was working, I was curious as to what they would do.

Suddenly, I feel myself being pulled out of the chair by Ravens magic. I knew what demon magic felt like. After all , I met Ras Al Ghul, and she might only be half demon, but she was still a demon.

I was floated in the air as everybody looked up at me.

"Who are you?" Raven growled at me.

I was about to say something when everyone was distracted by the motercycles coming in. So it's only the birds.

"I would put her down if I were you." I heard Dick say with a slightly colder tone than usual. It was weird to hear the normally happy bird speak in such a cold tone.

Raven looked at me and then to all four of the birds, then back at me, finally letting me down.

I looked at them and then turned to the boys and noticed that Jason was bleeding and I nearly facepalmed as I sighed walking over to him and grabbing his arm. "I leave the computer for not even 5 minutes and you somehow manage to get yourself hurt." I grumble in exasperation. The bugger just smiled at me sheepishly as I patched him up as the others spoke to the Titans.

~~~~~Raven's p.o.v.~~~~~~~~

So this girl, Y/N they said her name was, is Damians girlfriend. I must admit I am slightly jealous I mean I've had a crush on him ever since he joined the team and now he is dating some other girl. All that aside I don't trust her.

~~~~~~~~~Y/N's p.o.v.~~~~~~~

After the Titans left, with Damian saying he would join them sometime tomorrow, we all headed up to bed.

I got into Damians bed beside him, as I do every time I know that Damian is leaving the manor for a while, I snuggle into his chest and soak in all his warmth.

"I love you, Beloved." He said, burying his nose in my hair. I smiled softly." I love you too, Dami."

#batboys #batfam #batman #damian wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #nightwing #red robin #red hood #robin #robin x reader

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fangirlfrom-hell · 10 months

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Letter to Santa || Jay Halstead x Halstead Sister

This ended up being something totally different from what I had planned.

“Guess what I have for homework today, mommy!”

“What do you have for homework today, hunny?” Mrs. Halstead looked at her daughter through the rearview mirror with a wide smile.

“My letter to Santa!” She screamed excited from her baby chair.

“Oh! That’s so exciting!” She was somehow relieved, since she was struggling on finding a present for her youngest. This was the perfect opportunity to know what she actually wanted. “And what are you going to ask Santa to bring you?”

“Uh-uh, not gonna tell. It’s a secret!”

“A secret? You can’t have secrets with me, I’m your mommy!”

“Yea, right”, The baby worried, “But…I want it to be a surprise!” She said a bit saddened.

“A surprise for me? But it’s your present not mine!” Mrs. Halstead stayed quiet, wondering a few minutes, she’d have to try again later.

"Well, in that case, I have a surprise for you!” She resumed the conversation with lots of emotion in her tone.

Becca opened her mouth with excitement, “A surprise?”

“Yes, and you are going to love it”

“Give me a clue!”

“Can’t, you’ll guess it right away”

But the girl wasn’t satisfied and she begged, “Mommy!”

“Think about what you wish the most right now, that’s all I’m saying”

“I know what I wish”, she muttered, “But that can’t be”

Becca’s belly started to hurt when her mom parked the car in the garage. She was nervous to know what the surprise was, the little girl knew it couldn’t be what she wanted, but was still clinging to hope.

“Wait here and close your eyes”, her mommy ordered, “No cheating!”

The girl shut her eyes as tight as she could, trying to go against the uncertainty of opening them. She could hear a los of noices, some quiet laughing, muttering, the front door opening and steps.

“Ready?” Mrs. Halstead was obviously nervous, “You can open them now!”

"JayJay!" Tiny Becca screamed her lungs out when she saw her brother coming out of the house in his soldier uniform. Eagerly, she tried to untie her belt, but failed to do so. Laughing, her big brother approached to help. As soon as she was untied, she climbed into his arms and hugged him with all of her strenght, climbing from his neck. From the distance, their mother was recording the moment.

“This is just what I wanted”, all the girl’s emotions translated into a hard sobbing.

“Then why are you crying?” Jay finally spoke, wiping away her tears. She just shrugged.

Mrs. Halstead, also with watery eyes, came close to Jay and Becca, who’s head was now resting on her brother’s chest; he managed to hug them both.

“We should go inside”, he said avoiding to join the chorous of crying too.

There was a welcome cake for Jay that day and Becca couldn’t separate from him for the rest of the day, she was scared he’d disappeared from her life again. She was asking questions and telling him all she had done during his absense. It was time to sleep, but Mrs. Halstead didn’t have the heart to send her to bed. The little girl resisted as much as she could, until her eyes slowly began to close and she fall asleep in the couch, hugging her brother’s arm.

“I need your help, Jay”, his mother said when they were alone in the kitchen. He got scared. “I need you to help me find out what Becca wants for Christmas”

“Oh!” He was relieved, “Why don’t you just ask her?”

“I’ve tried millions of times, but she says she doesn’t want anything. She’s now saying she wants it to be a surprise for me”

“Hm”, he frowned.

“She knows something, for sure” All of the family had tried to hide Mrs. Halstead illness, but the little one was perceptive and she had sensed something was wrong.

“Why don’t we just get her a generic doll or something?” Her son proposed ignoring that last coment, “She’s not that difficult, she’d love that”

Mrs. Halstead stopped what she was doing and stared at her son, a gaze that made him feel shivers down his spine.

“This has to be her perfect Christmas, Jay”

“Mom…”

“No, don’t say a word. You know that”

An intense silence filled the room, they stayed in their places without moving and avoiding eye contact.

“Okay, I’ll talk with her tomorrow” He concluded.

The next afternoon, Jay sat at Becca’s tiny desk to help her do her homework.

“I don’t know how to write, so I am going to draw what I want for Christmas and we’ll send the letter to Santa at school” The youngest Halstead explained as she started to work on it.

“Cool. So…what are you going to draw”

“Uh-uh, it’s for Santa, not for you”

“Hold on a second, but I’m your brother, you always tell me everything”

“Are you sad?” She stopped.

“Because you don’t want to share it with me? A bit, yea”

Becca leaved the colors down and leaned her elbows on the table, toughtful.

“I am so sorry, Jay. I love you, but just can’t let you know, ‘cause you’ll tell mom”

Now he was very intrigued. He helped her cut and decorate the envelope, leaving it opened on purpose.

“Ok, got the letter”, Jay showed it to his mother later on the day. Carefully, she opened it and smiled to the drawings and glitter decorations. She stared at it for a while, caressing it as if she was looking at her own daughter, thinking about all she would miss from her if her threatment didn’t go well.

“This all is really cute, but I can’t understand a thing”, She felt hopeless.

Her son analized the drawings, there were some squares and rectangles with what he tought were letter on them, but didn’t have a clue on what they might say. He the pointed to a stick figure with orange curly hair, “That’s Will, for sure”

She sighed, “Well that present is going to be impossible”

“Hey”, Jay tenderly hugged his mother, “I know this is important for you. I’ll find out, don’t worry. I’ll work on that”

But she felt guilty of putting this pressure over him, knowing he had his own struggles after war, “No, son. You already have a lot to deal with”

“But this is more important”, he meant it.

On Monday morning it was Jay who took Becca to school and picked her to take her home. On their way back, they passed by to get a milkshake, the first step of his plan to gather information out of her. He let the car parked and she moved to the front seat.

“Don’t tell mom I led you had it before dinner”, he threatened her while she was sipping the beverage without a pause. She raised her pinky to make the promise, he followed her game. “And stop it or else your brain will freeze”

“Ok, now that we’re here I have something to tell you. Bad news”

“Oh, oh! Did I do something wrong?” She worried.

“No…well, it depends on how you see it”

“What!?”

“I got a letter from Santa, it was your letter, actually” Becca swallowed hard. “He returned it because he didn’t understand what you asked him for”, Jay explained.

The little girl’s heart was pounding hard and her big round eyes looked like glass, “My drawings were bad? but I did my best, it’s just that I don’t know how to write words!”

“I know”, He was now regretting what he tought was a good plan.

His sister was now having trouble to breath, her concern scalated quickly, “He understands our drawings, that’s what my teacher said! She lied!”

“No, no, no, Beccs it’s alright, there’s a way to solve it, I’m gonna help you solve it”

But his little sister wasn’t listening anymore, as she started to despair in a way he had never seen her before, “Now momma’s— not going to— receive her me— medicine and— it’s all my— foult”. That being said, she exploded in an uncontrolabble bawling.

“What?” Jay felt terrible for making her feel so bad, but he had no idea it would end that way. The girl was now angry and sad, she started to kick the seat. She was usually so calmed, he had never seen her like that, but this was not a tantrum, this was something else.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Jay tried to help her breath, it took a while for the little girl to regain control over herself and it was until that moment that she led her big brother hold her. He was scared, “What happened?”

But she just moved her head. By her body language, it was obvious how devastated she was, on top of all, she was feeling stupid.

“Don’t call yourself that”, he said calmly.

Some tears were still rolling down her cheeks, “But is my foult!”

“What is it?”

“That mommy’s not getting her medicines for Christmas”

It took few seconds for Jay to connect the dots, that was the surprise and the reason she didn’t want anybody to know what she asked Santa. Becca wanted her mother’s medication to make her feel better.

A lot of toughts came into Jay’s mind, “How do you know she needs them?” She wasn’t supposed be aware of that.

“I heard daddy saying they were expensive and that he was going to work double to pay them. It takes the pain away”

A deep silence invaded the space between them, for Jay it was painful, for Becca was filled of uncertainty.

“Is she sick?” She asked not really understanding the meaning of her question.

Jay ignored it, “You don’t need to give up for your present and you shouldn’t worry about adult things, ok? Santa wouldn’t like that”

“But is she—"

“I know you are worried for what you heard dad said, but everything’s going to be fine” His smile carried a bit of sadness. “What you did was very kind, Becca, really. But I’m sure mom would be happier if you get a present for yourself”

“You think?”

“I know”, but his little sister wasn’t convinced. “I will get the medicine, I promise”

“You have the money?”

“I’ll…I’m working on it”

Jay passed a napkin to her so she could dry her face, she was finally feeling better. While his sister was recovering and finishing her milkshake, he was questioning himself if he should let her mother know about this or if he should keep it a secret.

“I wanna go home with mommy” Little Becca yawned. After all this strange conversation, all she wanted was to hug her.

There was no more evidence of her turmoil, so Jay started the car, “Yea, we’re good to go”

“I want Will for Christmas”, Becca stated on the way back home.

That made Jay get mad towards their eldest brother. He should be at home, if he was able to come back, Will had it easier, it was just that he didn’t wan to, “I don’t— I don’t think Santa can make that happen”, he tried to be still.

“Oh” She shaded.

“What if you ask for something only for you? Like a toy. Isn’t there a toy or game you’d like to have?”

“I’ll think about it”

Their mother received them in the front door, Becca hurried to give her a tight hug, “I love you, mommy!” She smiled.

“Did she tell you?” Mrs. Halstead asked later when they were alone, she was getting a bit anxious, “We’re running out of time”

Jay hesitated, he knew he had to tell his mother about the letter, but it wasn’t the right moment, “Sort of, but I’m getting close”

In that moment, Becca entered the living room where her brother and mother were talking, she was holding a sheet with her both hands, and a box of colors under her armpit “I need your help”

“What is it, hunny?”

“I did my letter again, only drawings, but can you two help me with letters? I want Santa to understand this time”

Her brother peeked into the sheet and once he made sure there were no medicine boxes drawn on it, he smiled wide “Sure”

The little girl placed her materials on the coffee table and sat in the middle, “I want mommy to do it”

“Ok, so what do you want?” She prepared herself to start writing.

“I know what you said”, Becca talked to Jay, “But this is Will again. I gotta try” She pointed to a stick figure and with a pang in the heart, their mother wrote her son’s name under.

The woman pointed to a crooked drawing, “Ok, and what’s this?”

“That’s a doll that can talk and eat and closes her eyes to sleep”

“Oh, yeah, yeah. I have seen those on TV” Jay mentioned outloud, but the comment was mostly for his mother, who nodded with relief. A sense of comfort finally filled the space.

“All of my friends at school have one of these, but they cost money” Jay frowned, it made him feel something strange to realize how his young sister was so aware of her context, he wished it wasn’t like that.

“That’s something you should’t worry about…”, her mother stroked her hair, “…because Santa is going to make it for you”

“Yas! That’s what I tought” Becca smiled.

“Now…”, their mom continued, “What about movie night?”

“I’ll make popcorn”, Jay stood up and during all the time he spent in the kitchen, he tought and planned how to raise enough money for the medicine and the doll in such little time.

#jay halstead #one chicago #chicago pd #halstead sister #jay halstead x halstead sister #will halstead #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead x sister #halstead sister!

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berriesilence · 14 days

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STARTER CALL

copiando vocês na cara dura, vou fazer um starter call com frases e vocês comentam com qual dos meus chars vocês querem + o char de vocês.

a primeira parte é apenas para players que não tenho plot / conexão. para os que já temos plots, vá para o final da página.

comente: frase ou número + nome do meu char + @ do seu char

para quem não conhece meus chars, é só vir nesse perfil que vos fala que tem todos os links importantes para conhecê-los.

PARA PLAYERS QUE NÃO TENHO PLOT:

isabella ( 1 / 2 ) james ( 2 / 2 ) nicola ( 3 / 2 )

frases*: *seria pro seu char dizer isso pro meu! **esses starters podem ser no luau ou pós.

❛Can you ever just agree?❜

❛You do know you cannot show someone your best without allowing them to see your worst.❜

❛Are you going to ask me to dance? One last time?❜

❛I heard it was you who found me and brought me home safe.❜

❛You are running away.❜

❛Just keep looking at me. No one else matters.❜

❛Happy endings do not exist. At least, not in real life.❜

❛We did a terrible thing.❜ com @maximeloi + james

❛You vex me!❜

❛We must be careful not to attract too much attention.❜ com @noturdreamy + james

❛ but i do care about you ... a lot. ❜

❛ can't you see how much i care about you? ❜

❛ i am so sorry for turning my back on you as my mentor. ❜

❛ fighting is something the old me would do. that always made things worse. ❜

❛ what's the big idea with making me train this early in the morning? the morning is evil. ❜ @noticiasmorbidas + isabella

❛ let's go on a vacation, just the two of us. anywhere you want. ❜

❛ i'm impressed. no one has ever gotten the better of me like that. ❜

❛ i assure you, i have a plan. and i'm saving you for last; then you'll get your duel, and i will destroy you. ❜

❛ when we hit our lowest point, we are open to the greatest change. ❜

❛ and ... what am i going to find if ... i get through this? ❜

❛ why don't you come and find out? ❜

❛ you need to make decisions based on what you want. don't make the same mistakes i did. ❜

❛ i do like the idea of putting you on a train and sending you far, far away. ❜

❛ you need me, but i don't need you. ❜

❛ i told you dating a teammate would be a bad idea. ❜

❛ please, just let me say one thing, then i'll never contact you again. ❜

❛ never forget who you are, for surely the world won't. ❜

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PARA CHARS QUE TENHO CONEXÃO:

quero combinar algo para o luau porque quero os dracmas hehe porém a isabella é chata, a nicola tá antissocial e o james ainda de luto pelo irmão, então dificilmente iriam interagir com quem não conhecem. portanto, conto com vocês, pessoal que já temos plots. preencham abaixo essas ideias, por favor:

ISABELLA

muse 01 convenceu isabella de ir, estão sentadxs perto da fogueira, izzy um pouco impaciente enquanto muse tenta animá-la com a música que está tocando @juncyoon

muse 02 faz isabella provar camarão pela primeira vez e ela descobre que é alérgica, e tem que levá-la à enfermaria @sonofthelightning

JAMES

muse 03 vê james afastado e tenta animar ele dando um ukulele ou violão para ele tocar uma música @misshcrror

muse 04 vê james quase entrando numa confusão e vai impedi-lo. james não é de briga, sempre é medroso, mas ele está estressado, mau humorado, de luto, e ouviu algo que não gostou e partiu pra briga. muse impede porque sabe que james não sabe brigar @pips-plants

NICOLA

muse 05 e nicola numa discussão aleatória porém saudável sobre qual fruta é a mais gostosa @nyctophiliesblog

muse 06 e nicola quase sendo expulsos da roda da fogueira porque não param de pedir músicas e cantam exageradamente alto todas as canções, até a que eles não sabem @luisdeaguilar

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JÁ ABRI:

❛ i'm angry at myself! ❜ com @littlfrcak + nicola

❛ you don't have to apologize for anything. i'm just so happy you're here now. ❜ com @notodreamin + nicola

❛ all right, hold on. will you quit ignoring me and tell me what's going on? ❜ @noirslaughter + nicola

#swf:starter #starter call

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brightlight-dazzlingeyes · 11 months

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where the sidewalk ends | pablo gavi

🎃 synopsis: Sofie meets an ex-hookup during a Halloween party. The full moon is high in the sky, the Summer they shared is now only a memory, and there are weirder things to worry about. warnings: alcohol consumption, smut, spooky themes, social media, fluff (Wc: 3k)

(this is a sequel to ibiza night fever, but can be read as standalone)

|the playlist|

“But all the magic I have known I've had to make myself.” ― Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends

It’s finally October, every melancholic girl's favorite time of the year. After a breakup and a much-needed Hot Girl Summer, what Sofie needed was a Sad Girl Autumn, and she’s been taking advantage of the season.

She started doing yoga and has been reading a lot more; you can confirm that by checking her Insta feed – she’s been filling it with intellectual aesthetic pics.

Strolls through the park, loud sighs, pumpkin spice drinks—anything that makes her look like the protagonist of a pretentious European indie film.

Tonight, though, is a special night. Tonight Sofie is a sexy Barbie Cowgirl, and she’s accompanied by Black Swan, Sleeping Beauty, and Carrie. Or, Chiara, Luisa and Becca, as they are known the rest of the year.

It’s Luisa’s annual Halloween party. It’s been a hit since the first edition and the first time Sofie will be attending it as a single lady.

If the last few months have taught her anything, it is how to be casual, or at least how to appear casual. Sofie was focused on having fun, holding her phone in one hand and a gin tonic drink in another. She scrolled through social media while taking another sip. She wasn't trying to arrive already drunk at the party, only to loosen up a bit.

She and her friends have already posted their outfits; half of them were already at the party. Sofie took a deep breath, put away her phone and walked out of the door.

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its halloweeen happy birthday stephen king

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francisca.cgomes tão lindaa rebeccaamorim u the love of my life. fr.

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When Sofie walks into the party, she gasps with excitement. The decor was straight out of a Halloween movie. A fog machine was filling the room with mist, cobwebs were hanging all over the place. Jack-o'-lanterns grinned from every nook and cranny, their flickering faces casting playful shadows, giving the whole scene a spooky, dimly lit charm.

It was clear Luisa had gone all in to make this party amazing.

And the guests really brought their A-game in the costume department. Among the crowd, there was a wickedly realistic zombie, a time-traveling Doctor Who, a whimsical unicorn with a shimmering horn and even a comically oversized banana. The variety was as entertaining as it was impressive.

Music was thumping from the speakers, mixing old-school Halloween hits with some current jams, setting the mood for the night.

Sofie's eyes locked onto a familiar face in the sea of costumes – it was Pedri, dressed like a pirate and laughing at something Rebecca said. He looked a bit different since she last saw him, sporting a cool beard that suited him perfectly.

Sofie wasn’t surprised to see the two chatting; Becca and Pedri have been in a complicated long-distance situationship since they met in Ibiza, in the summer. But seeing the football player at the party gave Sofie goosebumps, as she tried to forget her own antics in the Spanish island.

She goes on to greet the couple.

“Cool beard, you really committed to the theme, didn't you?” Sofie jokes about his costume and Pedri laughs. “What are you doing in town, anyway?”

They were in Lisbon, far away from Barcelona, where he should be. Sofie half asks because she worries about her friend ending up heartbroken, but she’s mostly scared that his answer might get herself in trouble.

“We had a game here last night. Figured we could stay for the party.” Pedri winks.

We. There it was, what Sofie was scared of.

“We?” She asks, anyway, even though she knows the answer.

Pedri then tilts his head to the other side of the room, pointing at something. Or someone. When Sofie looks, she’s met with a figure standing by the door, somebody wearing a Ghostface costume. She rolls her eyes and looks back at Becca.

“I’m getting a drink, have fun you two!” Sofie says.

“Don’t get lost!” Becca yells and Sofie gives her a thumbs-up and a nod, but the moment she turns away, the music swallows her up. Luisa's mansion was like a maze. Sofie knew she was in for a tough time trying to do what Becca had asked.

The music was blaring, making it feel like she'd stepped into a nightclub. There were chill-out rooms with people sprawled on fancy couches, a glittering dance floor with a DJ dropping beats, and dimly-lit hallways that seemed to lead to who-knows-where.

Sofie's search for a drink brought her to a bustling room, where she was comforted by another known face, Chiara. She was dressed as Black Swan and deep into a lively, tipsy, philosophical convo with a small group of friends.

Sofie couldn't resist joining the shenanigans. "Hey, Chiara," she chimed in, with a wide grin, “what are you guys talking about?”

Chiara turned her swan-like gaze toward Sofie, her theatrical makeup adding extra drama to her expression. "Oh, you know, the meaning of life, the universe, and why we all wear costumes on Halloween," she replied, her words accompanied by giggles from her friends.

Sofie grabbed a chair and got cozy, all set to dive into the amusing and philosophical banter.

But the conversation didn’t last long; A muffled scream suddenly pierced through the party chatter, instantly grabbing their attention. Sofie and Chiara exchanged a concerned look.

"Did you hear that?" Sofie asked, her eyes darting around the room.

Chiara nodded, her curiosity piqued. "Yeah, that sounded pretty real. We should check it out."

They both rose from their seats, leaving their group of friends momentarily and headed in the direction of the mysterious scream.

Sofie and Chiara followed the sound down a dimly lit corridor. The place was spooky, and their nerves were on edge, so they just froze, waiting to see what would happen next.

They exchanged nervous glances, ears perked up, hoping to catch any hint of what had caused that scream. The whole scene felt like something out of a suspense movie, and they were bracing themselves for a sinister revelation.

“Hey,”

The girls screamed at the voice behind them, as they jumped in shock. With a hand on her chest, Sofie took a deep breath, looking back to the figure standing now in front of her. Ghostface.

He took off his mask in a hurry. It was Gavi, and he tried to show them there was no need to be scared.

“It’s just me…” Gavi says.

Sofie and Chiara breathed a collective sigh of relief. Sofie was particularly happy to see that it was Pablo, and for a moment, she considered giving him a hug. But that thought made her freeze in her tracks, and her mind drifted back to their time in Ibiza, and the nights they shared. They hadn't talked since then.

“Is everything okay?” Gavi asks, torn between wanting to laugh at their reaction and genuine concern.

“We just heard something weird,” Chiara begins to explain.

Then, out of nowhere, loud banging noises erupted from the same place they'd heard the scream. The sudden, unexpected noise sent a fresh wave of tension through the group.

Sofie, swallowing hard, spoke up. "So, we came here to check it out..."

Pablo, shaking his head with a sly grin, says, "I don't know, I'm not super into the idea of investigating 'bang' sounds." He shot Sofie a knowing look.

“Do you think that that's somebody having sex?” Sofie asks, almost relieved at the possibility, since she had not considered it.

Chiara doesn't buy the theory, it doesn't sound to her like somebody is having a good time. “But if it's something serious, we should at least make sure everyone's safe." She says.

Pablo relented with a sigh. "Alright, fine. Let's check it out. But stick close, and let's not turn this into a horror movie cliche, okay?" He jokes.

With cautious steps, they followed the sounds down the corridor until they reached a closed bedroom door. The weird rhythmic banging noises were definitely coming from inside, and a mix of curiosity and fear gripped them.

Gathering their courage, they exchanged one last glance before Gavi, the designated leader of the group, slowly turned the doorknob. The door creaked open, revealing the dark room on the other side.

When they pushed the door open, they were in for a surprise – a room filled with Roomba vacuum cleaners gone rogue. The little bots were spinning around, bumping into furniture, and beeping like they were part of some bizarre dance routine. It was like a small-scale robot rebellion.

Gavi burst into a loud laugh, "Seems like the robots have picked Halloween for their big uprising, huh?"

“That’s why I don't trust robots…” Sofie says, tip-toeing closer to Pablo, trying to avoid the bots.

“What about the scream?” Chiara couldn't help but bring up the initial reason for their investigation.

The group tenses up once again, remembering what brought them here in the first place.

"It was me," came a voice from the corner of the room. Luisa was sitting down, carefully wrapping a band-aid around her toes. "One of these things nearly took my toe out, and I don't even know how to turn them off."

With everything finally making sense, the group gathered their efforts to grab the rogue Roombas. After some trial and error, they successfully managed to turn off the little vacuum cleaners and carefully piled them up in a closet.

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thanks everybody who showed up. it was the best halloween party ever. my vacuum cleaners literally almost unalived me. i love all of my friends so so much. happy halloween!

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Pablo and Sofie stayed behind after hushing the girls back to the party. In the dimly lit bedroom, it was just the two of them. Pablo sat at the edge of the bed, and Sofie stood by the window. They both felt the urge to talk but weren't sure where to start or what to say. The unspoken tension loomed in the room.

Should they bring up Ibiza? Or should they pretend like nothing happened? They exchanged glances every now and then but mostly remained silent as they gathered their thoughts.

"It's pretty crowded out there..." Sofie says, her thoughts interrupted by the party noise.

Gavi cleared his throat, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, I know... This is better. I prefer being alone."

Sofie couldn't help but giggle,"Well, you're not entirely alone. I'm right here, you know."

Pablo met her gaze and said, "When I'm with you, it doesn't feel like there's anybody else in the room." Gavi's face flushed like a tomato, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he realized what he had just let slip. "Do you... um, understand what I'm saying?" he mumbled, his words stumbling out as he anxiously awaited Sofie's response.

“I feel the same way.” Sofie says, her words escaping before she could even fully process what she was saying.

A palpable tension hung in the air as they locked eyes. It felt like an unspoken challenge to see who would look away first. It was like a silent game of vulnerability chicken, and neither of them was ready to blink.

In an instant, Gavi was right in front of her, his hand gently resting on her hips. His eyes pleaded for permission. Sofie, taken aback by his bold move, simply nodded, her eyes fixed on his lips.

He kissed her hungrily and passionately. Their minds immediately turned into a total mess, as they both desperately tried to savor the moment while also trying to let each other know just how much they'd missed this.

Sofie instinctively placed one hand on his chest, while running her fingers through his soft hair with the other. Pablo deepened the kiss, taking his time exploring her mouth and playfully licking her bottom lip.

He carefully guided her to the bed, lowering himself onto her. Their lips finally parted, leaving them breathless and flushed.

They stared into each other’s eyes intently. They couldn’t wait anymore. The desire between them was so strong, neither of them could speak. They both just wanted each other, no more holding back.

Sofie grabbed him tightly by the neck, pulling him closer. After gasping for air, Gavi brought his lips to her again, his hands moving down her sides and gripping her waist firmly.

She took off her shirt and Pablo gently pulled off her lacy pink bra.

“I missed them so much.” Gavi jokes, looking at her breasts. Sofie gives a playful slap on his arm.

“I missed you too.” She whispers in his ears. She can feel the goosebumps all over his body as she says that.

“Are we really doing this?” He asks, tenderly kissing her neck. He can’t seem to keep his mouth away from her body for too long. He knows they don’t have much time together, he’s going back to Barcelona in the morning.

“I want you so, so much.” Sofie answers in between whimpers, she’s already too lost in pleasure to consider the consequences of what she’s doing.

“But we have to be quiet.” Pablo looks at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “If somebody hears us moaning, they might get worried for our safety.” He whispers. Sofie has to bite her lip to hold back a giggle.

“I can be quiet.” She promises.

Pablo enters her slowly, taking his time to enjoy every second of their reunion. They get lost in each other and it feels like their first time all over again.

She wraps her legs around him and digs her nails into his back, demanding more of him. His body starts rocking, slowly thrusting harder and faster until he loses control completely.

Their bodies move together easely. Sofie has to put a hand on her mouth to stop herself from crying his name out loud.

The sigh of her desperation is enough to drive him off the edge. He reaches down and starts massaging her clit, just like he knows she likes it. Pablo speeds up his pace, when he senses they’re both close to orgasm.

He collapses in her arms and Sofie holds him close as they reach their peak together.

They have their eyes closed and for a while the only thing on their mind is each other's heartbeat.

But then, Sofie feels her anxiety creeping in, and it is enough to break the magic surrounding them. "We should probably head back to the party," she whispers. To their ears, her words seemed louder than the music outside.

"Right," Pablo mumbles, eyes still closed, lingering in the moment for a little longer.

They quietly slipped out of the bedroom, making their way back to the party without exchanging another word.

Even without speaking, as they get out of the bedroom, they share a sly, knowing look, hinting at the possibility of meeting again, without the need for words.

Sofie, without Gavi noticing, sneakily slipped a piece of paper with her phone number into his pocket.

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Bad Reputation

Ghost/Soap

Soap has a reputation, hes seen as a womaniser. Everytime hes in a bar he leaves it with a woman, often just to make sure she gets save in her car before he returns to base alone. Ghost is unsure when Price wants to get Sergeant John 'Soap' MacTavish in the 141, not wanting someone like this endanger the taskforce because he told a woman to much to get in her pants. Even Gaz has mixed feelings about the potential new addition to the team. What they don't know Soap is just pretending, covering his bisexuality because he's in extremely homophobic environment, knowing he would get a lot of shit for being 'half-gay' so he performs heterosexuality to an extrem. Telling his squad mates he has a high libido and and is always down for, when in reality he just avoits sex at this moment, feeling sick to pretending. "Just 5 missions and if he don't fit he goes back to his old squad", Price promised them and they agreed 5 missions. When Soap arrives at base hes friendly, but Ghost is unimpressed thinking its probably just a facade for new teams. The think is his work is perfect, he fits right in, his skills a great addition to the 141, but his reputation makes it hard to trust him. "What do you think of the FNG?", Ghost ask Gaz after training. "Hes nice and I didn't see him chatting up one of the female personal. Yet", Gaz answers having a uncharacteristically dark expression on his face. "Sisters?", Ghost ask and Gaz holts up 3 fingers. "Only boy of 4, 1 older 2 younger." "Yeah would also not want a player around my sisters, if I had any", Ghost agrees. Gaz nods while watching Soap talking to one of the femal privates. Gaz has a reputation on base as the one you can complain about male recruites to if they act inappropriate. "Maybe he knows you will make his life to hell if he steps out of line", Ghost snickers darkly. "Probably helps that you would help me hide the body", Gaz jokes before Soap moves towards them.

"Ah Gaz I should tell you that a Private Jackson is being a problem again", Sopa says when he reaches his teammates. "Fucking Jackson, still didn't learn daddy's money will not help him here", Gaz curses Ghost also make a annoyed sound having written up the Private way to often already. "I think we have enough complains to get him finally get kicked out or atlest to another base", Ghost says. "Thank fuck, can't believe they didn't kick him out in basic." "He's skills are good on the paper.. if they sadly would not be attached to such a idiot", Ghost sighs, Jackson thinks to much with his dick instead of his brain. "So bad?", Soap asks unsure where this conversation is going. "Don't known a time they didn't complain about him. You don't share tips to pick up woman with him?", Gaz ask Soap confused, clearly thinking that Soap and Jackson would go along great clearly having the same views on woman. "I only to civilians", Soap says his smile not reaching his eyes anymore, mouth forced to stay a smile. Great his reputation is ruining his chance of a place in the 141, but they would not believe him if he tells them he didn't end up in the sheets with all this women. Its to late for that now, he has to show he's not what everyone thinks he is. The other problem he has is his Lieutenant, ticking all his fuked up boxes for man. Dark, mysterious, brooding, fuck off aura, build like a wall, all thinks Soap finds extremely attrative. Its not his first crush on a squadmate and it will not be his last. This will be just like the other times, one homophobic coment and his feelings just turn in to dust on the spot.

The one coment never comes, he's a full member of the 141 now. His crush exploded in something he can barely handel right after Las Almas and Chicago. Seeing Ghost face, melted parts of his brain, there is no way that Ghost, that Simon is such a bonnie, clearly thinking that Ghost lied when he told hom qiuete the opposite. He even saw Gaz punishing privates for homophobic behaivor, it apears that not beeing straight was atleast tolared here, but he thought that before and it was only okey as long its not the own squad. Ghost still tells him his awfull colection of teribel jokes, non of them indicating any anti gay tendencis. Price telling some female sergants he found in a suply closet to keep it at aproietet places. It looks like he maybe found a team that would not give a fuck hes bi, but this also is maybe delusional thinking, because hes getting sick and is horny for Ghost. He knows he should rest and not go for drinks, but hes a lovesick idiot and wants to spend as much time as possibel with Ghost. Just 2 glasses what bad think can happen, he ask himself.

Hes openly flirting with Ghost right in front of Price and Gaz thats whats happening. If he was fully aware of anything and not sick and drunk he would just crawl in some dark conor or and never come back out, filling his papers to get moved to a new team or back to his old squad. Price and Gaz are clearly amused by the scene in front of them, thinking Soap is just using all his shitty pick up lines for Ghost as a joke maybeas revenge for Ghost terrible jokes. "You really get woman with this afwull lines, Sergeant?", Ghost ask getting annoyed. "Aye, i usally just need one of them and then i have a lovely chat with them", Soap answers, taking a sip of his 5th drink of the night. "How many tell you to fuck of, because your lines are bad", Ghost ask further his blush hidden under a surgical mask. "Sometimes, we laught about them", Soap atmids with a sheepish grin on his face, making Ghost heart beat faster. "I think they laugh at you", Gaz jokes, cringing hard at some of the lines he had heared. "Fuck of Gaz, they are not." "What ever lets you sleep at night Soap." Ghost knows most of his face is hidden in the shadow of his hood and the surgical mask, but his ears are burning, being a telling shade of red. He's sure Price can see them glowing red, if he just take a closer look hes tensing up. Ghost understands why Soap is so liked by woman, hes funny, charming, easy going and knows when hes fighting a lost fight and its also working on him. Simon is basking like a cat in the sun from all attention Soap is giving him and its dangerous. Simon Riley dont exist anymore only the husk of Ghost remains and still Soap found the pieces of Simons remains, slowly putting them back together. Fucking hell. He's falling for pick up lines as worse as his shitty jokes, but the big smile on Soap face how's he looking at him with his big puppy eyes, how can he not? Shit!

Ghost is helping Soap back to his room the scot beeing unusual drunk. He saw Soap drink a lot more and being less drunk then now. "You're solid, Soap?", he asks concerned something must be wrong. "Aye, just getting a cold or something", Soap answers. "And then you go out drinking instead of resting?" "Aye, like spending time with ya LT." Ghost just raises an eyebrow not saying anything, Soap is puring gas on the emotional chaos burning in him. "You're such a bonnie, ya know", Soap babbles further. "Want to flirt with ya all the time. Best squad mate crush I ever had, a bonnie and not homophobic." Ghost is tensing clearly Soap would not tell him this is he was not drunk out of his mind. Inside of Ghost Simon Riley is rising from his coffin like a vampire in the old horror movies. Instead of blood he graves Soap attention. In one night Soap flirted himself in to Simons heart. Worst fucking scenario, because Soap is into woman right, right? "What does bonnie mean?", Ghost ask. "That ya pretty, handsome, nice to look at", Soap answers unaware of who he's talking to. "Yeah? Saw my face only for ones for less then 5 minutes", deflecting he needs to deflect. "Would see it more when you would take your bloody mask of, it's mean of you to hide your bonnie face from me all the time", Soap is complaining pouting at his CO. "You're really drunk aren't you?", Ghost ask, big smile creeping on his face, thinking Soaps behavior is adorable. "Don't change how I feel when I'm sober", Soap deadpans. Shit, shit why did he ask, thank fuck they are at Soaps room. Soap needs sometime to find his keycard and when it's finally out Ghost just opens the door with it. "Thanks LT", Soap says with a big smile on his face. Ghost to busy with getting Soap in the room and then himself out of the room stiffens when Soap very sloppy kisses his cheek. "See you tomorrow aye", Soap just says before falling on the bed and passing out. Ghost turn on the spot, he would denial it but hes running out of the room, closing the door silently. When Ghost is in his own room he slits down the door. Throwing his mask in the dark room his face burning. His heart is racing while Simon Riley takes the first breath in ages bringing a bunch of feeling with him. He stumbles on to his own bed putting a arm over his eyes. "Fucking hell MacTavish", he says in the room, the blush creeping over his shoulders to his chest. A bonnie and not homophobic Soap said to him, does this mean Soap is intrestet in men? But his reputation? Shit he can't get these feelings for a player someone that talks woman out of their cloths. But is he really? They never saw Soap pick up a woman ones since he joined the 141. Soap also said in his drunkenness that he had crushes on squad mates before, so that means he must be attracted to man to some degree. He needs to stop thinking about this Soap told him anything drunk, don't have to mean a thing in the end.

Soap wakes up the next morning with a big hungover. It's also him getting sick making everything 10 times worse. How did he even got back to his room yesterday. Some wired memories that make no sense are coming up. But if his memories are correct then Ghost got him back. He for sure didn't make it back by himself. So he needs to apologise to Ghost, great he can do this. He looks at his phone with a text from Price. My office it just says, fuck what happend yesterday? He text Price he will be there in 30 minutes. Maybe he's a bit to optimistic about the 30 minutes but he somehow is able to look not like he's dieing from a hungover, when he enters Price office. "Close the door Soap", Price says and alarm bells are going off, oh god did he fuck up yesterday? He sits down on the chair the nausia is now not only from having to much to drink. "How much do you remeber of yesterday?" "Not that much, Sir." "You used your pick up lines on Ghost." All color is draining from Soap face, poor horror in his eyes. Oh no, no he did not, right? RIGHT??? "Did I?", Soap ask some pieces of memories popping up in his head. "Yes, it was all in good humor, but I still want you to apologise to Ghost for making him uncomfortable." "I was he?", Soap ask voice barely over wisper, while dread is spreading through his body. "He was really tense the hole time." "Oh, I of course, Captain. Is there anything else, because if not I'm of to look for Ghost." The only hope he has is that Ghost will not kill him but he would have done so when he made sure Soap gets in his bed. "Your dismissed oh and Soap maybe don't drink so much that you do this again." "Yes Sir." That Ghost is reading a file in his office is the luckiest and unluckiest think happening to Soao in along time. He knocks at the door frame to get Ghost attention. "Soap", Ghost just shortly acknowledges him before returning to the file again. "I'm here to apologise for yesterday, Sir", Soap forces the words out. "Soap your not the first follow soilder i had to help back to there room after a trip to the bar. Bonus points for not puking all over the hallway", Ghost sounds dismissive. "Aye, thanks for that, but that's not what I'm apologising for." Ghost looks up again looking over Soaps tesne face being confused. "What do you mean?" "Price told me I made you uncomfortable, with me trying to pick you up." Soaps is kneading his hands looking at the floor. "I was not uncomfortable." "But Price said .." "He's wrong Johnny." "Ah, okay. Did I say anything else on the way back to my room", Soap ask nervous. Ghost takes a millisecond to long for his answer. "Just some drunk rambling." Soap knows he said something, he must have the answer feeling to prepared, to calculated. "Something else, I have to prepare for a solo mission." "That's everything, see you around", Soap says before walking out of the room at a forced normal speed. Oh shit what did he tell Ghost while drunk, atleast it's not bad enough to get murdered, yet. Maybe it really was just drunk rambling and he interpreted to much in Ghost answer.

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sixties-girl · 7 months

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Are you lonesome tonight in Vegas?

Plot: You are in a trip to las Vegas because Elvis was going to offer a few concerts the same days you were there. You were feeling kinda lonely but that night you would get some good company to your side.

(It is mostly a fluffy thing and I tried my best to keep it free of orthographic mistakes).

--How fun! We will sure have a great time there.

-- Yeah, yeah, in special in casinos, hopefully I win some deal ‘cause then I could end up like Nicolas Cage in that movie.

--Damn Rodrick, if that is the case, we will better keep you far from those casinos- coments Joe giving a smooth elbow to his friend.

5 friends and one destination: Fabulous Vegas, or Sin City as it is use to be called. In fact, your friends wanted to go mostly to sin going to casinos wasting all their savings(in the best of the cases) in slots machines or russian roulettes while they already had a few cocktails.

Meanwhile you, you had nothing to do with that, you just were in their plan because Elvis Presley was going to have a few concerts in the International Hotel from las Vegas the same days you will be there.

It was summer of 1969 and he barely had cameback to stages a year ago with his Special Comeback TV special. You were in your twenties and you have been his fan since your teens thanks to some secondary school friends but you were excited to see him performe live after all that decade just recording some movies here and there.

The thing is that you were the only one of your friends who wanted to go to see him so you would go by yourself. Once in Vegas evening and with all your stuff already in your hotel rooms, your friends left you in the International Hotel and tell you to call them later.

You enter by yourself and wow, the space is all full of people, some smarter dressed than others. You are lucky enough to have a spot so close to the stage.

Lights turn off and there he is. He even looked more handsome in person, you were delighted by his physical appearence and the way he moved around that stage.

His black satin suit also helped to hug his torso perfectly fine while his singing live was incredibly good. He is now singing “Are you lonesome tonight?” which described perfectly how you were feeling that night.

You giggled because it seems as if he was pointing you while singing this sentence of the song and you would nod just in case he noticed it.

When the shows comes to an end, you are so excited and yet so sad it already ended this great time you had in his concert, not ready for going back outside to face Sin City but before you thought about it, a random man approaches and says:

--Hello young lady, before you leave, would you like to meet Mr.Presley more personally?.- you can’t believe him, is some kind of joke?

--If you are trying to get me I am sorry but I don’t have time for that.- before you turn around, he grabs you shoulder.

--I am being serious, he wants to meet you right behind the stage, just follow me!

You doubt but you don’t have nothing to lose after all so you follow him wherever he leads you.

You arrive in front of a door, it says “dressing room”. The guy knocks and the door opens, and yes, it is opened by Elvis Presley.

--E, here she is...what is your name?.- you are in shock right now, even trembling a little bit of meeting him that close.

--I-i am, y/n.

--You are a bit nervous, aren’t you? Don’t worry honey, I am sure that once you will know me better, you will really relax.- Elvis smiles right at you, gosh, he really knows how to captivate you.

He grabs you around your waist and invites you to enter inside. Once there, you just take sit on a random couch while you watch him lightining one of his characteristic cigars. He is staring right to you, directly to your soul:

--So y/n, I will ask you here and again, are you lonesome tonight?.- he does the last part singing it. You giggle at that.

--Yeah, I am, none of my friends wanted to come with me to watch you performe.

--Oh really? Where are they now?,- he sits right next to you, that makes your heart skip faster.

--I don’t know, probably all drunk and with all their savings wasted.

--That doesn’t sound very nice, I don’t think they are the best company for a sweet and beautiful girl like you, don’t you agree?.- he puts his arm around your shoulders, what is he doing?

--Well, to be honest, I didn’t like their plan since the beggining, I just wanted to go to your concert because I have been a fan of yours since I was a young teenager.- you give him a sweet smile that melts him inside.

--Very good girl, how old are you honey?

--I am 23.- you feel how he is getting closer and closer and you don’t know if to stay or walk away.

He nods and then takes your chin up for meeting those beautiful blue eyes of his.-- You know, since I saw you on stage I instantly wanted to meet you, you are not just a very pretty girl but also a sweet and smart one and you shouldn’t be around this city all by yourself, more now that it is all dark, so.--his face is very close to your ear and lowers his voice, almost like a whisper.-- Would you mind if I made you some company tonight?

You shiver at his suggestion, is he really meaning what you think he is meaning? Elvis had always this fame of womanizer having some affairs here and there, even now that he is married and recently became a dad.

Still, you actually needed some company, otherwhise you will have to manage to go to your hotel and you didn’t want to deal with your friends sequels of “living las Vegas”. He has been treating you good until now as well.

--What happens my girl? Don’t you want to spend some time with me? I won’t do nothing you don’t want to if that is what worries you.- he gets a bit apart for giving you some space but you grab his hand.

--No! It is okay Elvis, I would rather stay here tonight with you than anywhere else.- you get closer to him. This is actually a dream for you, you just felt a bit overwhelmed, that’s it.

--What a relieve to hear that, you really got me scared doll.- he hugs you tight.-- Maybe we should go somewhere else, to get some fresh air.

--You are right, but where we could go?

--I know a place that I am sure you will be amazed with but I have to ask you something first.- he looks attentively at you.-- Are you scared of heights baby?

--A bit, yes.- Elvis stands up of the couch and grabs your hand while you get up as well.

--Don’t worry, you can always hold on to me, I will catch ya’.

He seems very convinced to bring you wherever place he has in mind. You get out of dressing room, facing some glances, probably thinking you were another one-night stand of his.

You get inside an elevator from the International Hotel and Elvis presses the highest level button.

When the doors open, you find yourself in a huge terrace, quite crowded because there is some kind of event going on. You observe a little scenario with some band playing on the background as well as a large mini bar table on the right where people order their drinks.

On the left there is a balcony with beautiful and yet imposing views from las Vegas, and in the middle there is even a little swimming pool! You are so amazed that for a second you forgot that Elvis is talking right to you:

--Doll.- laughs a bit.-- That stunned are you by the place that you forgot about me?

--Maybe.- you say a bit teasing.-- But seriously, this is incredible Elvis, thank you for bringing me here.

--I suggest we get some drinks first, I think I haven’t drunk since I performed.

--Good idea.- and you both go to the mini bar. You order a piña colada for you while he takes a glass of cola. He looks at your drink curiosly:

--What is it?

--Piña colada, is one of my favorite cocktails ever, would you like to try some?.- you sip a bit of it.-- It tastes good, other times they would just put me too much alcohol.

--I don’t like alcohol in general but I will just try it for a bit.- he takes the drink and shows a surprised reaction in his face.-- Yeah, not bad, it is very sweet, now I understand why you have this sweet essence in you.

You blush at his answer while you sip more from your glass. He really knew how to make compliments, no wonder why women were in love with him.

Elvis takes your hand and brings you right in front of the balcony. While being there he pases one of his arms behind your back and holds you there:

--I told you that I would be holding you, remember sweet thing? I think I should call you my little piña colada.- he laughs at his own wisecrack.

--Why not piñita? Means little pineapple in Spanish.

--Really? It really suits you this nickname, so yeah, my sweet piñita that I just met today and made my night better.

You giggle with how cute he says the word piñita. He holds you closer with his arms and you look at him up while he takes your chin up. You can’t stop looking at those eyes of his and this time you don’t feel any nervous anymore as in the dressing room. He gets closer to your face and whispers:

--I would like to taste more of that pineapple and coconut flavors, could I get some more y/n?

You get shocked because it may be the first time he actually called you by your name after calling you by lots of nicknames. Suddenly you feel his lips on yours ones. Elvis starts kissing you in a gentle way, sweet you would say.

You close your eyes for feeling better that kiss of his that starts to be more passionate and needy, as if he had been waiting all night for this moment. You feel his tongue exploring your whole mouth while both your tongues weave together.

You start gasping a bit since you start feeling the lack of air but you can’t stop, this kiss may be the best one you ever had.

You notice how his hands go lower from your back, is he grabbing your ass in front of everyone else? Yes, he does.

You feel more the lack of air and you let him notice it, getting apart from you:

--Did you like it my darling? I dare you did looking at your face right now.- you feel your cheeks hot, hot because that piña colada was taking its effect, hot because that kiss left you wanting more and hot as well because some people were looking directly at you both.

--I did, you are a really good kisser Mr.Presley, and a naughty one as well.- you give him a flirty look.

--Naughty? Oh my lovely piña colada, you have barely seen the tip of the iceberg of how naughty I can actually be. I can show you a lot more than this y/n.

The situation was getting out of handle. Despite you were enjoying this flirting with Elvis, you knew that in whatever moment you could end up in his suite and the rest would come over.

At this point, you just were really tired after the whole journey to las Vegas and the concert and what came later after that. You yawn a bit and he notices it:

--Are you tired baby?.- you nod at his question.-- If you want, you can sleep at my place, the bed is huge so there’s enough space for both of us.

You look at him not trusting too much if it is a good idea to enter inside “his territory”.

--Plus where would you go anyways? I can’t leave such a sweetie like you in a place like this, all by yourself.- he looks at you with concerning eyes.- I promise I only have good intentions with you.

He is right though, you don’t have nowhere else to go and paying one night in this hotel is quite expensive for your own pocket.

You agree in going to his place after all since tiredness and the last effects of that cocktail weren’t helping you so you both go straight to the elevator.

You go down a few levels and walk through the long corridors from the building. He makes you stop in front of a door that opens and lets you enter first.

Wow, he wasn’t lying when he said that the bed was huge. And not just that but the whole room felt expensive.

But that was the least important thing. You quickly get off your shoes, that were killing you at this point, and lay down on that bed.

--Gosh y/n, you really were looking forward to lay down, didn't you?.- he laughs while approaching where you are lying:

--Hm, I wasn't lying when I told you, it has been a harsh day for me.- you yawn while you turn your face to the pillow.

--Oh no pretty baby, you can't hide that gorgeous face of yours yet.

--I can't keep my eyes opened anymore Elvis.- you murmur down the pillow.

He gets up for turning lights off and gets to lay next to you, hugging you from your back.

--Good night piñita , I hope you rest well and that you didn't feel lonesome tonight.- he whispers to you ear. You laugh softly since his whisper has given you tickles.

You wished him good night as well. He couldn't see it but you started smiling, not believing yet who was spooning you. Definetly you weren't feeling lonesome that night anymore.

I hope you enjoyed it! :)

#elvis the pelvis #elvis presley #elvis fanfiction #elvis x reader #elvis x y/n #elvis the king #elvis fluff

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thegreatestsandwich · 2 years

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You fit in my poems like a perfect rhyme (Namor x f!reader)

(I swear to God, this man is everything and I love him so much that the fact there is so few fics about him is a sin)

Masterlist

Pairing: Namor x F!reader

Word count: 1.3k

Summary: Only Namor can appease your greatest fear.

Warning: Nothing really, well I really don’t think there is a warning, just fluff or my idea of fluff

A/N: Hi! I guess I’m still in need to have more fics of this man, I know I know, but I can’t stop! And this is going to be my fic for this week, sadly I’m entering my last two weeks of school so the projects are driving me crazy, I hope I can have a bit of time to answer your comments or write your requests (my inbox is open by the way, so if you have an idea, tell me about it!)

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received!

Translations:

In reina - my queen

Ba'ax yaan ma'alo'ob tu láakal? - Is everything alright?

In reina, táan a uts, le paalo' ma'alob - My queen, you're fine, the child is fine

Múusik’ - Breathe

Ba'ax ku máan k'aas yéetel le reina - Something is wrong with the queen

Cha' k - Leave us

Cha' k, waal mía, le yaan in wáantik bejla'e' - Leave us, my child, I will help her now

You bit your lip, a bit guilty as your thoughts pulled you away from the conversation with the older women from Talokan. You were getting frustrated trying to craft a simple basket. Apparently it was a tradition for new mothers to create one for your unborn child, a token of love.

You hated it. Your hands couldn’t move right, it was like that basket wanted you to fail from the very beginning. You could feel the eyes of the older women at your disastrous creation, too fearful to say anything to their queen, to the one that was carrying the heir of their K’uk’ulkan.

Your hands trembled a little as you put the basket on the floor, it gently float a bit against the waters but you were too frustrated to care. A fluttered in your stomach made you gasp, eyes opening in surprise at the feeling. You abruptly stood up, your eyes looking at your abandoned basket.

“In reina?” My queen. One of the women tried to gain your attention, but you were too scared to move. “Ba'ax yaan ma'alo'ob tu láakal?” Is everything alright?

You kept quiet, your hands resting over the curved mound of your stomach. Something is wrong. You could feel the baby move but, wasn’t it a bit too early for that? Hot tears began burnin your eyes, caused by the confusion. Where was he?

You didn’t move, debating what to do, the women circled around you, a few of them touching your shoulders gently, trying to ease you, but you were far too gone to care. Confusion turned into worry, the tears falling freely as the flutter happened again, more of a tiny kick, you closed your eyes, too frightened to understand what was happening.

“In reina, táan a uts, le paalo' ma'alob.” My queen, you're fine, the child is fine. Soft hands cradled your face, forcing you to look at her. “Múusik'.” Breathe. She inhaled deeply, trying to force you to copy her movements.

You couldn’t focus on her, panic set deep inside you, the only response was to pushed her far from you and swam away. The screams were making you nervous, your eyes trying to find your husband, anyone that could help you. You clashed against someone, their hands carefully gripping your arms gently,

“In reina?” Namora asked you confuse, trying to understand what was happening. “ Ba'ax yaan ma'alo'ob tu láakal?” Is everything alright?

“My husband.” You tried to get away from her. “I-I…need to find him.” You didn’t even noticing that you switched languages, too scare to notice.

Namora glanced down at your body, trying to locate the source of your distress, her eyes looking at your stomach, and she understood. With a nod, she held you closer to her body, pushing away any other talokanil away from you.

Your legs felt like they were filled with sand as you force your steps to match the ones from Namora, you manage to caught a glimpse of your husband sparing with the other ones, completely absorbed on that activity. You leaned against Namora and she held you, helping you to keep moving, determined to get you to Namor, no matter the cost.

“K’uk’ulkan!” Namora screamed but was ignored. She growled in annoyance, slowing down her rhythm, she gently sat you against one of the pillars, swimming harshly until she stood in front of Namor, catching the spear he threw to Attuma. “K’uk’ulkan,” She huffed annoyed. “Ba'ax ku máan k'aas yéetel le reina.” Something is wrong with the queen. Her head nodded towards your direction.

Namor’s gaze quickly turned towards you, seeing you completely in distress. “Cha' k.” Leave us. He told the others, he grabbed Namora’s arm, gratefully nodding for her assistance. Her eyes turned to you, hesitating to leave you alone in that state. Namor noticed. “Namora, cha' k, waal mía, le yaan in wáantik bejla'e'” Leave us, my child, I will help her now. He gently told her.

She nodded before swimming away.

He swam to you, kneeling on the floor and carefully guiding your head to look at him. “What happened, my love?” He spoke in English, fully understanding that you were not in the right set of mind to speak his language. “Talk to me.”

You hesitated, looking uncertain, “The baby.” You whispered. “Something is wrong with the baby.”

Namor nodded grimly, his arms grabbing both of your thighs and carefully standing up. “Let us go somewhere more private, we’ll worry about anything else when you breath some air.” You closed your eyes, hiding your head against his neck. Namor held you closer to his body as he ascended to the cave. You felt his hands shake against your body but decided to stay quiet. Walking out of the water and gently putting you on the bed, Namor decided to kneeled in front of you, taking away any part of clothing that prevented him of inspection ting your stomach.

“Tell me.” He softly said, his eyes searching yours for answers. “What happened?”

“I-I…” Your voice shook with fear, real raw terror.

His gaze lowered down your body to your round stomach. He hummed, motioning for you to continue. His hand laid flat on your stomach.

“There is something wrong.” You hiccupped. “I don’t understand what is happening.” You grabbed the hand that laid on your stomach, trying to find any comfort.

Namor’s face inched closer until he pressed his forehead against it, both of his hands gently gripping your hips as he nuzzled your belly.

“K’uk’ulkan?” You were frozen.

He began humming a soft tune, pressing his cheek to your skin. “My mother used to hum this song when I was afraid as a child, it always calmed me down.” He lifted his chin, eyes opening. The most beautiful dark irises looking at you, and only you. “I am here.”

You breathed a little easier and tried to calm down as you relax against him.

“I am the father of this child.” He whispered to you. “Whatever fear you have, I am here to help you scare it away.”

Your eyes filled with tears, “I…”

“You are not alone in this.” He placed his forehead against your stomach once again. “I am here.”

Namor’s calloused fingers caressed the skin over your stomach, so warm and so gentle that you closed your eyes at the feeling. He rubbed his nose against your stomach and began to hum again. The baby kicked in response. His fingers lowered and he lightly gripped your hips. “Was that the thing you felt?” He whispered.

“Yes.” You whispered back, “I thought something was wrong.”

Namor smiled, “That was our child trying to say hello to their beautiful mother.” He placed a kiss on your stomach. “But I believe, their strength manage to scare you a bit.”

You stayed still, allowing him to enjoy the awe of this beautiful moment. His fingers moved upwards, gently cradling your face with both of his hands, tugging you until he manage to kiss your lips. Your eyes closed at the action, your hands holding his forearms. Namor rested his forehead against yours.

“I’m sorry for scaring you.” You whispered against his lips. “I didn’t know what was happening, everything was too much that it scared me.”

“Want to tell me about it?” He asked, not opening his eyes.

“Just that stupid basked that I cannot manage to finish.” You sniffled, tears still falling from your eyes. “The older women were judging me.”

He gently laughed. “I can help you finish it.” He nudge his nose with yours. “I am good with my hands after all.” You laughed, trying to push him away but he only smiled in response, hugging you tighter. “I am here.” He repeated, placing another kiss on your lips. “We are in this together, I got you, everything will work out. I swear it on my life.”

And you believe him

#namor #mcu namor #namor x y/n #namor x you #namor x reader #namor imagine #namor fluff #namor fic #namor fanfiction #K'uk'ulkan #kukulcan #tenoch huerta #black panther: wakanda forever #black panther #namor of talokan #baby you own me #he is so precious #namor baby i love you #im still waiting for you baby

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doublel27 · 2 years

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That’s so valid about Owen. “I’m gonna go annoy my kids now”

And there was something so squishy about the 3 of them being a lil family unit now 🥹

I'm sure whoever you are, dear sweet nonny, you threw this in here knowing I would likely meta on about it.

And I've been thinking about the end scenes nearly all day.

I'm notoriously interested in Owen as a character. He's a facinating character who, like his son, has had his life scarred by loss. Owen's whole raison d'etre is saving his brother. It's why saving that one little girl from drowning sent him into a life focused on saving others. Then he lost his entire firehouse in 9/11, and slowly lost other survivors of 9/11 to cancer and mental health disorders.

Then, he has to bring his son back from the dead and moves him to Texas in an attempt to save his life and restart, all while diagnosed with cancer. We lose Tim Rosewater which sets Owen into deep levels of depression and guilt, because he'll never be able to keep the promise that everyone who starts a shift goes home at the end of it.

Gwyn is in town, and they're still in love and he's working on making it work. They're gonna have a baby and Owen has a redo. He's got a chance to do it RIGHT this time. Because Owen's fatal flaw is always believing if things had been different, if he had been better, if he'd beena moment sooner: maybe he could have fixed things. He had a whole speech to that effect in last night's episode, where he figured if he'd known about 9/11 ahead of time that he could have prevented his whole team from dying.

Then the baby's not his and Gwyn leaves and whatever Owen managed to cobble together of his mental health for Gwyn and teh baby disipates and there's a lot of very classic PTSD/depressive/anxiety things that come up in Owen.

And then we lose Gwyn which is devestating to everyone but Owen soldiers on for TK, but he's...not doing well, at all. He finally gets his ass to therapy and even though we see him make some progress he's still keeping TK at a distance. Mostly because TK's doing well and Owen CANT be Captain Save a Ho for TK in these moments. He does crop up (usually) when TK's struggling, but only when there's something TO DO.

This episode marked a change.

Owen, in talking with O'Brien, who is giving a speech pretty reminicent of Owen's own speeches, about how he made a promise and he didn't keep it because look at this awful thing that happened, and Owen manages to give solid reasoning to be like "Look, he's alive and his son's alive and that's something."

And then it's like the lightbulb goes off in Owen's brain as O'Brien takes off after his great nephew - that Owen is indeed alive, and his son is also alive, and that's something. He may not have saved everyone but he saved TK.

Then, Owen goes and picks up food (which is really one of Carlos and TK's main love langauges, is feeding people - TK does it with takeout because he shouldn't be in the kitchen) and brings it over. But he doesn't just pick up any take out, he picks up the chinese food that TK introduced Gwyn to that they used to eat as a family.

I take this to be significant in multiple ways:

One, the Gwyneth Morgan of it all. Owen picked something that was a family thing and brought it over. Which is a very significant thing to do.

Two, it's one of the few times that food is involved and Owen doesn't mention the healthy/unhealthy nature of the food. Look, I could probably write a whole disertation on why Owen Strand, who has survived 21 1/2 years post 9/11 is obsessed with his health, but nearly every interaction with food, Owen has a coment about it. He doesn't make a single comment about this round of chinese food. I lied, he doesn't mention it in 3.08 either. But that's in the wake of grief, and maybe here Owen's still living in it.

Three, ordering chinese is very clearly TK's comfort meal. Look, a lot of us who are neurospicy joke about TK being neurospicy. And when you are neurospicy, there are certain foods that are..."safe" or an instant "yes" all the time. And we default to them often. I know when I'm struggling when I'm like "It's a comfort food day." (I have a rotation) but it eliminates decision fatigue and the need to emotionally regulate if it's not exactly what you wanted. Chinese food has a connection to Gwyn, and comfort and it comes up a lot when TK's stressed. (Even in 3.03, when Carlos doesn't come home, TK ordered chinese for them)

And then Owen does something he hasn't done...at all...since TK moved out (maybe they did when they moved into Owen's house and I don't know where they had chinese in 3.08) but Owen shows up at their place to share a meal with them.

And it's significant because TK and Carlos have invited him over for many meals between seasons 2 and 3, and Owen never accepts. Or, in the case of 2.11, Owen accepts and then goes off to catch an arsonist instead, which could be his hero complex but could also be a general avoidance of things that are uncomfortable for Owen, like TK growing up and not needing Owen anymore.

For as much as Owen has been an absent father for various parts of TK's life, because of his PTSD and trauma and general *waves hands* Owenness, Owen is a loving dad who would do just about anything for his son. We know this, we've watched him do it. But Carlos is also a competent control freak who Owen trusts implicitly with TK's life on numerous occasions. I do believe there's a big part of Owen's psyche that doesn't know what to do if he's not NEEDED.

But at the end of 4.06, he shows up, with chinese food, which is not needed because TK and Carlos already made a beautiful dinner and are looking very handsome, but he comes in and tells TK that he's proud of him, again. And you know, not trying to blow people up is a very low bar, but you know, TK clears it. And then they stay and have dinner, and Owen inserts himself in his son's life, not because TK needs him, but because Owen WANTS to be there, and that's such a drastic change for these two.

I love that Carlos and TK bring him in. Look, we could punish Owen for his mistakes and transgressions, but that's never been who TK is and this is his last living biological parent (Enzo forever) and TK loves him. And Carlos loves TK and respects Owen and wants them to have a good relationship.

And I cannot wait for Owen to "do what he does best" (owen's words) and be a pain in their asses about this wedding.

#911 lone star spoilers #owen strand #owen strand meta #tk strand #the strands #911 lone star #911 lone star 4.06 #911 lone star meta #doublel27 talks #anon ask #anon reply

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