#I had to get this off my chest seeing more and more blogs posting untagged AI on purpose and people falling for it

[die-rosastrasse]

I love you bad art, I love you amateur art, I love you self learning, I love you cheap art supplies, I love you journals, I love you crafts, I love you art available for everyone, I love you second hand art and objects, I love you free museums, I love you handmade gifts, I love you childish drawings, I love you art that nobody ever saw except for the artist, I love you taking time to learn a skill, I love you art history, I love you free tutorials, I love you art as a school subject, I love you things that took a long time to make, I love you art studies that are considered useless, I love you the human need to create and change the world around you to be more beautiful and more meaningful.

I hate you AI art, I hate you generated content, I hate you singe-use images, I hate you mindless consumption, I hate you stealing from artists, I hate you reposting without sources, I hate you lying about using AI, I hate you pretending like art is something unachievable and reserved only for the chosen ones.

Make art!! Make "bad" art that is actually special because you took the time to make it. Make art for yourself that you show no one. Make art for others that they'll cherish forever. See how your whole world changes, see how you start noticing beautiful and inspiring things all around you. Make things with love and devotion. Fuck AI.

[dabblinginmarvel]

Parenthood

Request: Hiya, I've been so lost in the American Horror Story fandom I lost my way back. How are you? Also could I request an Imagine/headcon/drabble or whatever of Loki, Reader, and daughter? Like maybe how loki and read met, pregnancy, and dealing with the baby years and the terrible two's of their daughter? Let me know if you need more info! XOXO

Plot: You and Loki start a family, and your daughter has started to hit her terrible twos.

Blog Tag: @michaellangdonslut

A/N: Once I got started, I got a little carried away, it is so fluffy.

Warnings: Insinuated adultery and reader has a panic attack, both in flashbacks

Word Count Total: 1360

Short Imagine #267

Title: Parenthood

It had taken quite a while to get to where you two had ended up, chasing a tiny devil toddler around the house. You had heard about the terrible twos, but you hadn’t expected it to be this bad.

Well, you should have. Her father, after all, was Loki, trickster extraordinaire.

When you two had first met, it was rough. This man was used to people obeying him and you could tell that he wanted to get one person on this planet to kneel for him without fear. You were having none of that nonsense and moved from arguing with him to merely ignoring him. Eventually, he stopped pestering you and you two had a tentative acquaintanceship amidst the Avengers keeping a close eye on him.

You weren’t certain exactly when he approached you, your nose in a book on a sofa, and sat in a nearby seat with one of his own, but you two had formed a bookclub without agreeing upon it. For many weeks, neither of you read the same book. Weeks after that, you began noticing he was reading the same books you were and conversation between you both began. It turned out that he wasn’t as fickle a being as you had originally pegged him as. From there, topics branched out and finally, you had what you could call a  friendship.

That was, until one night almost three years ago.

Something terrible had happened, you could feel it in your gut. You tried to ring your family, but no one would answer. You tried over and over again, panic filling you. You knew what kind of storm system was moving through. Snow after ice after snow.

It was unbearable, not knowing any news.

The panic rose from your stomach into your chest and your breathing came in small gasps. You doubled over, dizzy, and had to grab ahold of something - anything - to steady you.

You ended up knocking over a vase filled with flowers you had bought to liven up the color of the season and the vase crashed, scattering shards, flowers, and spilling water over the hardwood covered in a throw rug. Your dizziness did not settle enough so you could clean up, but you knew somewhere in the cloud you had to clean up before it got worse. Tony would be upset if he had to replace flooring from such a rookie mistake.

Your door slammed open and you jumped, your hand landing on a shard in the rug and you cried out, cradling your hand. Loki knelt beside you and examined your cut. It wasn’t deep, nor was the shard tiny, and he got up to grab a clean tissue to staunch the blood.

“What’s wrong?” he asked gently, looking into your eyes as he held your hand. His gaze searched yours and you broke down, telling him what had happened and your worst fear.

He assured you that it could be a misunderstanding and they could be out of reach temporarily (which, he turned out to be right, but you only found out hours afterward the next day). For the time being, he offered to bandage your hand and sit with you. His voice was so gentle that you couldn’t help but feel your heart lurch each time he met your gaze, touched you in a gentle but intimate way that spoke of the hopes of something more.

Once your hand was bandaged up, you kissed his cheek and he licked his lips. The slight opening between his lips and hesitation told you everything you needed to know and you kissed him.

During the morning after, you could feel his arm around your waist and his face snuggling into your shoulder, gentle kisses pressed up on the bare skin.

You didn’t mind you two were sharing a bed and had practically done so ever since.

Even during your pregnancy, you two had shared the bed. His physiology, as it was different from a human or Asgardian, kept you at a relatively comfortable temperature, even in the latest weeks of your pregnancy.

You didn’t know what to expect from a child, part space and part Earth, but you certainly had an interesting pregnancy. Sometimes you would find yourself floating off the bed, but that was a three-weeks-to-go thing.

Your daughter was born with pale blue skin, not as dark as Loki’s Frost Giant form. She was cold, too, and the midwife, who was Asgardian and sworn to secrecy, was afraid the child was dead. That was, until your daughter began to wail, her skin changing color to match yours.

You and Loki hadn’t thought of a name until almost the last day, a debate between the two of you which was the silliest thing.

“I’ve narrowed the list of names for her down to six,” you said.

“You haven’t consulted me on any of them, how could you think I would like any of your Midgardian names?”

“Now hang on, there, I picked them carefully. At least look through the list.”

He snatched up the list with a huff, and then his eyes softened as he read them out loud. “Astrid, Erika, Ingrid, Shelby, Tove, Unn. These are all Old Norse names.” His gaze upon you was filled with nothing but love. “You chose Norse names?”

“Yeah. I wanted something that she wouldn’t necessarily have to correct her teachers on each time, and I knew you would like the origins of these names.”

He kissed you on the forehead. “I love these names.”

“Astrid Tove, get back here!” You raced after the toddler who had swiped a cookie from off the counter. She was coming into her powers fast and it was difficult to keep up. Loki appeared at the end of the hallway, arms out as if to catch her. The little girl bounced into her father’s arms and he disappeared. You shouted after him, “You are a terrible influence!”

You glanced at the ring on your hand, then chuckled to yourself. You knew exactly where to check, and that was the office, which you both had converted into a library. There were still fights about how the books were to be organized each time new ones came in, of course, but out of earshot of the baby.

There, you found Loki sitting with Astrid in his lap and a book in his hand as he read to her. She nibbled on half of the cookie while the other half sat on the table behind him. You leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, and a smile on your face as you listened to him read a Sandra Boynton book to your daughter.

“You’re not awake. It’s six o’clock. You hear a ring. You hear KNOCK KNOCK. Five Birthday Monsters barge right in and yell -” he paused to look at you, a smile on his face “- IT’S MORNING! LET’S BEGIN!”

You giggled and sat on the beanbag next to them.

“Hello, Mommy!” Loki said, trying to keep your daughter giggling. “Would you like to listen to Birthday Monsters and share a cookie with us?”

“I would be delighted.” You smiled.

Loki asked Astrid to hold the board book in her small hands and broke the cookie from the table into another half, handing one piece to you, a slightly bigger piece, and keeping the other half for himself.

“Don’t forget, Uncle Thor is visiting today. You’ll have to help me pick up your toys.”

Astrid pouted and you could tell tears were not far. She didn’t want to clean up her toys.

“Ah, but Daddy is going to finish the story, Birthday Girl, and we’ll make a game out of cleaning up.”

Loki winked at you and you fought hard to roll your eyes at him. Astrid pouted some more.

“Don’t you want to see Thor? He makes it rain for you.”

Her face lit up. “Okay.”

Loki rolled his eyes. “And I don’t do anything?”

“You get her into enough trouble.” You kissed his cheek. “Now, keep reading.”

And he did, his family beside him, the morning sun on his back, and unbeknownst to you both, a son on the way.

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[hope-for-olicity]

Fictober18 #30 - “Do we really have to do this again?”

This is today’s entry for fictober. I’m going to try to post a short story every day during October based on a quote provided by the organizer of Fictober18. All stories will be from Arrow based on the Olicity Fandom.  

Today’s quote is “Do we really have to do this again?” This is a continuation of the story I’ve been doing since #22 (all past stories can be found under MyFanfic on my blog or on AO3). Oliver and Barry go on their next road trip leaving the girls alone. Also available on AO3. 

“Do we really have to do this again?” Felicity tried not to whine but she hated being separated from Oliver. She understood it was part of his job but that didn’t make her miss him any less. Right now he was in town, she wanted to be with him. He’d come over to hang out, which led to making out, now he was leaving. She never liked it when Oliver left.

Felicity watched as he put his shirt back on. It was a crime to keep something that hot covered up.

“You do realize you said that out loud, right?” Oliver chucked. “I have to wear shirts or I’ll get cold.”

Felicity pouted. “Please stay, I promise I won’t attack you. Your virtue is safe with me. I just want to cuddle. Don’t you want to cuddle?”

Oliver sighed. “You make it very difficult to leave, Ms. Smoak.”

“I’m trying.” Felicity gave him an innocent smile.

Oliver leaned down to give her one more quick peck on the lips but was pulled into a much more intense kiss. He managed to pull himself off the bed, if somewhat reluctantly. “Felicity Smoak, I need you to know I want you more than anything.”

“Somehow I’m beginning to doubt that.” She rebutted, looking away.

Oliver leaned over, stroking her cheek to get her to look at him. “I do. I just want it to be perfect.”

Felicity huffed. “Oliver, it will never be perfect. You are putting too much pressure on us.”

“It will be, trust me. I’ll be back from our road trip on Saturday. Saturday evening why don’t you come over to my place. I’ll show you.” Oliver smiled, kissed her on the forehead.

“Oliver, you better not be teasing me. I want your body, I don’t think I’ve been shy about letting you know.” Felicity reached up to touch him, just missing him as he headed for the door.

“Oh, I know which is why I’m leaving now. I only have so much strength.” Oliver stopped in Felicity’s bedroom doorway. “So that’s a yes for Saturday?”

“No,” Felicity looked away, then back at a worried Oliver, “that’s a HELL YES!”

Oliver chuckled, then turned serious. “I’m going to miss you.”

“I’ll miss you lots and lots. But we’ll text, FaceTime and I’ll cheer you on at home.” Felicity was reassuring herself while she spoke.

“Miss you already,” Oliver said quietly as he walked out the door.

*****

“Seems like we are bachelorettes again.” Caitlin sipped her second coffee of the day. “Shall we order pizza for tonight’s game?”

“Sounds like a plan. It’s been a while.” Felicity smiled. “How are things going with you and Barry?”

“Well, since you asked…” Caitlin paused.

Felicity’s eyes opened wide. “Don’t leave me in suspense!”

Caitlin blushed. “Barry totally surprised me, he took initiative. He kissed me!”

“That’s amazing.” Felicity was so happy for her friend.

“Yeah, it really was. It was like he just let loose. He pinned me to the wall. It was mighty sexy. Now, I really can’t wait for him to come back.” Caitlin smiled. “What about you? I’m thinking you were not successful at seducing your boyfriend last night as I heard him leave.”

Felicity pouted. “No, not last night. But he did promise Saturday. He is definitely the romantic of the two of us. I kind of love that about him.”

Caitlin pounced. “You LOVE that about him?”

Felicity nodded. “I love everything about him, Caitlin! I’m done for! It’s like I have no choice.”

“But you’re happy? Right?” Caitlin smiled.

Felicity finished her coffee, rinsed the mug before putting it in the dishwasher. “I’ve never been happier. I just hope it lasts.”

“Well, I’ve seen the way Oliver looks at you, he’s not going anywhere. I have to get ready for work we will analyze my Barry situation tonight.” Caitlin headed for her room.

*****

“So, how are things going with Caitlin? Did you finally make a move?” Oliver teased Barry as they left their afternoon practice.

“As a matter of fact, I did. Caitlin is now very well aware that I’m interested.” Barry smiled proudly.

“I’m happy for you, man. Caitlin seems great.” Oliver really wanted the best for Barry and since he wasn’t sharing Felicity, Caitlin it was.

“She really is, I just wish I hadn’t wasted so much time. I’m lucky to get a second chance, I’m not going to waste it.” Barry walked with a little bounce in his step. “I’m thinking from your annoying permanent good mood things are going well with Felicity?”

“We are great. I used to love these trips, getting to visit different places but now I just want to stay home with Felicity. Don’t get me wrong she isn’t complaining she understands that travel is part of my job but I think we’d both rather be together. Wow, I really am a sap.” Oliver laughed at himself.

“Don’t worry your secret is safe with me.” They arrived back at the hotel. “I’m going to grab some food before the game. Caitlin has been giving me diet advice to help me get stronger. I think she’s worried I’m going to get hurt. I choose to look at as she cares.”

“Well, I’m going to head to Big Belly Burger, somehow I don’t think that falls into Caitlin’s diet plan.” Oliver teased. “But if you want to have a treat…”

Barry laughed. “Oh, I’m coming with you. Caitlin didn’t say I had to stay on plan all the time.”

*****

Felicity: I’m sorry you lost the game, the refs were totally on the Leafs side

Felicity: You were robbed! I swore at the TV

Felicity: Hope you felt my support

Oliver: I miss you

Felicity: I miss you big time

Felicity: Saturday feels really far away

Felicity: You’ve turned me into a sap

Oliver: I won’t tell

Oliver: Two more sleeps until Saturday

Oliver: How was your day? What did you do?

Felicity: Worked, watched my hockey team lose, missed you

Felicity: Oh, I forgot I things are improving with Caitlin and Barry

Felicity: She was cheap on the details but I know my girl, she’s happy

Oliver: I got the same vibe from Barry

Felicity: Yeah everyone is happy

Felicity: I need to sleep

Felicity: FaceTime tomorrow?

Oliver: Definitely

Oliver: Sleep well

Oliver: Night

Felicity: Night

*****

Late Friday night, early Saturday morning Felicity had just gotten to sleep when her phone buzzed. She was going to ignore it but it was so odd she had to check it.

Oliver: Let me in

Felicity jumped out of bed, practically running to the door. She threw it open, pulling Oliver in for a kiss that showed him just how much she’d been missing him.

When they finally broke apart, Felicity dragged him to her room. “I love that you are here. But why are you here?”

Oliver pulled her back against him so her back hit his chest, she felt just how happy he was to see her. He began kissing down her neck. “I love you and I just couldn’t wait.”

Felicity turned to face him. “Did you just say...that..” Felicity licked her lips.

“I love you, Felicity Smoak. Don’t worry you don’t have to say it back, I just had to tell you.” Oliver stroked her cheek.

“I love you too.” Felicity leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss him. “Make love to me.”

“Yes.” Oliver scooped her up into his arms, carried Felicity back to her bed.

Tomorrow will be final part of this story :)

Hope you enjoyed. I’m going to tag a few people. Let me know if you want to be tagged or untagged!

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[hanny-writes-spn]

Adore You

Word Count: 1,221

Warnings: Swearing perhaps? Angst.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean just can’t seem to come to terms with his feelings for the reader, no matter how strong his attraction to her is.

A/N: I originally posted this on my other SPN blog I made a million years ago (@another-supernatural-blog) that I kind of forgot I had, lol (I know I know, I have way too many blogs that I’ve just kind of forgotten about at this point). So now I’m going to be reposting those stories I did over there for the next few days :)

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“Dean? Dean, are you with me?”

Sam jabbed a finger into Dean’s shoulder in attempt to get his attention. Dean was driving the two of them home from a case they just wrapped up – nothing too exciting, just a simple salt and burn.

“What Sammy? I’m trying to drive here!” Dean’s gruff voice erupted. Sam, used to Dean’s outbursts, sunk down into his seat with a smirk on his face as he folded his arms across his chest.

Dean looked over at Sam, then back at the road quickly. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as to why Sam was smiling. “What’s so funny?”

Sam shook his head with a chuckle. “You were just thinking about Y/N, weren’t you?”

“What? No, I mean, we were only gone for a few days. I’m sure she was just fine without us”

“That’s not what I mean… you were thinking about her” Sam said with an emphasis on the “thinking.”

Dean rolled his eyes. He was glad that it was still dark enough outside that Sam couldn’t see his cheeks turn a deep shade of pink.

Of course he had been thinking about you. You were all he could think about since he met you.

After years of working with you, Dean was finally coming to terms with his feelings towards you. He hated leaving you at home for this case, but he knew that you were exhausted – physically and mentally. And your well-being was more important to him than anything.

He adored everything about you.

He loved the way your cheeks turned red and a smile spread across your lips when you caught him looking at you. He loved the way your eyebrows knitted together when you were concentrated on your computer screen for case research. He loved the way your fingers gently caressed his skin when you tended to his wounds. But mostly, he loved that you could be the light of his darkest days, and God knows he had dark days. With just a touch, you could fix his dimmest moods.

As much as he wanted to make a move, he would never let himself – there were a few moments where he almost did. But doing what he always did, he pushed you away whenever you got too close. Too many people had gotten hurt when they got too close to him, and he wanted to make sure you wouldn’t end up being one of them.

“Shut up, Sam. I’m just tired” Dean muttered.

“Whatever you say, lover boy” Sam teased back with a smile. Dean decided to let that one slide… for now.

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It was early the next morning by the time the boys made it home. Both exhausted from the hunt and the drive, they drug their feet into the bunker.

Dean skidded to a halt right when he opened the door.

“Well hi guys! I didn’t think you’d get home this early” you said, flashing a toothy grin.

You were standing in the kitchen, wearing nothing but one of Dean’s flannel shirts. Your hair was in a messy ponytail and your face was makeup-less, but Dean had never seen such a beautiful sight.

“Hey Y/N. Easy case, but we are pooped!” Sam said as he slid by Dean, not realizing that he was catatonic by the scene in front of him.

“Dean, are you okay?” you asked when you saw that he was not moving from the door. You noticed he was staring at your, well his, shirt on your body. “Oh, I hope you don’t mind… I’ve been doing laundry all night… plus I like how it smells like you”

You watched as Dean’s Adam’s apple bobbed before he spoke. “Yeah, it’s no problem… I think I need to go to bed” he said hurriedly and bolted past you.

Looking over at Sam, you could see that he was as equally confused as you were.

“What was that all about?”

Sam shrugged and sat down at the table. “I thought I smelled breakfast?” he asked eagerly, avoiding the Dean situation. Walking over to Sam, you planted a friendly kiss on the top of his head then ruffled his long hair.

“I’m sure glad my boys are home”

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After Sam ate what you made him, he went off to bed, exhausted after his trip.

You were bothered.

Dean would never go to sleep without eating first; he loved your cooking and had never turned it down before.

After wrestling with the idea, you decided to wake him up and bring him a plate of breakfast. He couldn’t be grumpy when there was a big mound of bacon, eggs, biscuits, and hash browns there waiting for him, right?

You gave his door a few raps, then let yourself in. Dean was laying on his side, curled up in the fetal position.

You loved to watch Dean sleep – not because you were creepy, but because that was the most peaceful he looked nowadays. His arm draped over the side of his bed and his mouth was just slightly open, letting out a few soft snores.

After admiring that sight for just a moment, you sat down on his bed and placed a hand on his bare shoulder.

“Dean? It’s me… I’ve got food for you” you said softly. Being the light sleeper he was, Dean woke up immediately.

“Y/N? What are you… is that bacon?” he asked groggily. You thought his normal voice was sexy, his sleepy voice was even better.

You smiled as your fingers ran through his messy hair. “Yeah, that’s bacon. I didn’t think it was like you to go to bed without food so I thought I’d bring you some”

Dean sat up in his bed and rubbed his eyes. Your eyes couldn’t help but linger on his bare, toned chest. He grabbed the plate out of your hands and started shoveling food into his mouth. You watched him for a moment before he stopped.

“Thank you, Y/N… you’re an angel, you know that, right?”

You cocked your head and let out a chuckle. “I thought you always said angels were assholes?”

Dean chuckled before taking another bite. “You know what I mean… you’re like the stereotypical angel: pure, caring… beautiful”

You could feel Dean’s eyes on you as you looked down at your fiddling hands. The sexual tension between the two of you was getting out of control.

“It really wasn’t a problem, I was just worried that you were hungry” you said softly. You could feel your cheeks warm up, turning a dark red.

In record time, Dean finished his breakfast. He scooted so he was sitting right next to you on the edge of his bed. Silence dominated the room as the two of you locked eyes.

Your faces slowly gravitated towards one another, your eyes traveling from his eyes down to his plump lips that you so desperately wanted to kiss.

Making you jump, Dean abruptly pulled his face away from yours and stood up.

“I, erm… am going to go take care of my dishes. Thanks for the food, Y/N. It was really good” he said hurriedly and almost sprinted out of the room, leaving you alone sitting on Dean’s bed.

Burying your head in your hands, you tried not to cry.

***

Tagging a few people I look up to :) if you’re not okay with me tagging you, please let me know! I will not mind untagging you and not bothering you again!!!

@bringmesomepie56 @chaos-and-the-calm67 @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @impalaimagining @oriona75 @teamfreewill-imagine @torn-and-frayed @nichelle-my-belle

[ritacaroline]

Starshine                 Ch. 61         Jimmy Page      Fan Fiction

The next morning the two of them woke up pressed close to each other, since there was a chill in the air. Jill turned to him as he was just opening his beautiful

eyes. She told Jimmy, “You look like a sweet delicious angel this morning. Your hair all curly and shiny. I want to lick you and nibble you all over every inch of your body.“ 

Jim : Oh my god, I must be dreaming still. An incredible woman just told me she wants to lick me all over.

He then put his arms all around her with a soft smile and started kissing her lips, with his eyes closed. Telling her how glad he was to have her with him there, on the tour with him. Caressing her all over her back and shoulders and sides. Jill just loved the feel of his hands on her bare skin. It was so intense and she could feel the emotion he had for her right through his fingers. After kissing and loving each other for quite some time, Jill got up for a quick shower. There would be a performance in the mid day today. They needed to begin getting ready. 

A bit later, they met their group down at the dining area for breakfast. Linda and Percy were there already. Bonz was there, holding his new baby, feeding him a milk bottle. Clare was busy reading a book, and greeted them gently while sipping her coffee. 

Clare : Oh, it’s the lovebirds. How are you all this morning ?

Jim : Great. And how has it been so far on travel with the little one ?

Bonz : No trouble so far. I get he feeling he’s gonna be fine with touring. For now at least. 

Bonz wiped the baby’s mouth, then gently brought him up against his cloth covered shoulder, patting his tiny back to burp him. Jimmy and Jill couldn’t take their eyes off of the fascinating process. 

Bonz : Cool huh, guys ?

Jim : Yeah. Can’t believe how little he is and how easy it looks with you doing that.

Bonz : Turns out it’s not so hard afterall. So, Page ? Wanna try ? 

Jim : Well, since you fed him already and he seems calm,  alright. I guess I could have a try. 

Bonz wiped Andrew’s mouth again. Clare placed a dry cloth onto Jimmy’s shoulder, and Bonz held little guy under the arms to hand him to Jim.

Jimmy opened his hands wide and grasped the babe around the middle, softly speaking, “Hello Andrew. You’re safe with me. I’ll take good care of you little guy. You can call me Jim.”

He held the baby against his chest and rubbed his tiny back. Soon, several flash cameras went off, since it was a sight to see Rock Jimmy holding an infant with tenderness. People realized it was a rare Kodak moment. Jim was smiling and speaking gently as he held Andrew. Jill was astounded at how lovely he looked with the infant in his arms. So precious. She put her arm around Jimmy’s back and whispered to him, “You look so sexy holding the brand new baby. You’re gonna be an amazing Dad some day. My sweet love.” and she kissed him near his mouth. He had a gentle happy smile on his face, feeling the experience right in his heart.

Clare : So how does it feel, sweetie ?

Jim : Well, it feels great on one hand. I mean, he’s so light, and he’s also so warm against me. It feels unbelievable. On the other hand I feel worried because it also feels like so much responsibility.

Bonz : Yeah, true. But it feels good though, right ?

Jim : Yeah, it does.

Clare : Do you think you’ll want one of your own, when you and Jill get married ? 

Jim :  Well, I would yeah. I would love to see the gorgeous baby that Jill would create. That would be a thrill. My own baby with Jill, would really be everything for me. 

Jill was just drowning in emotions, hearing him speak like that. She was turning pink in the face and just gushing inside with love for Jimmy. She was beyond in love with him. And those words really pushed her over the edge with feelings. Jimmy handed Andrew back to Clare now, and then he immediately kissed Jill on the mouth and petted her hair, held her against himself. As a follow up, to the comments he had made. Jill couldn’t speak, her heart was just too full, to come up with any words. 

After breakfast, the group got up and the band needed to go to the venue stage for sound checks and a quick rehearsal. Clare and Jill went back to the rooms upstairs.The nanny now had full charge of the baby up in the room.  Soon, the concert began and Jill and Clare and Linda all sat by the stage edge, as they had done in past concerts.  

Jimmy had looked toward Jill and winked to her several times, while he played. She blew kisses to him in response. He wore a huge smile. The group played incredibly this afternoon at the venue. The crowd loved it and the applause was deafening. Afterward, Clare and Jill headed up to their rooms again. The men went backstage for a couple drinks. Cole was there this day, and mentioned to the guys, he knew of a spot nearby they could pick up some white powder that was great quality. Jimmy didn’t have his street clothes backstage this time, nor did he have his key on him, to get onto the elevator either. So he turned down Cole’s offer and went to the hotel lobby. Wearing his white dragon suit. People began to approach him for signatures, and he began feeling claustrophobic as a result. 

He called their room, frustrated, from the lobby and Jill answered. And without even hello, he began talking, “The guys and Cole are on their way to score some substances.  And I’m standing here in the lobby wearing this stupid stage costume and now a dog is following me, probably because I have some biscuits in my pocket. And now…..,  Jill hesitated, then she exclaimed, “Okay. Who is this ? ” and Jimmy just fell apart laughing. Because of course she knew it was him.  He slowly calmed down, but still laughed a moment. “By the way, angel. You’re really good at taking the edge off. Really good. But Ok, I’ll go slower this time. Here’s what happened, …and by the way, this is Jimmy,.…”,  as he started fresh. Jill said, “Why don’t you begin by telling me the first thing you need, that I can do this exact moment for you ?“  “You could come meet me down here in the lobby with your room key. So I could get upstairs.“  Jill responded, laughing, “OK, then we can get to the rest of the problems once you’re here."  "Yes.” he breathed out, now calmed down, defused. Jill answered “I’ll be right there darling.”

She was there in less than 2 minutes, and opened her arms to him. And he just continued laughing from earlier and hugged her with all his strength and mashed his face into her soft hair, breathing in her delicious scent. Kissing her at her ear and through all the hair. Keeping his mouth against her neck. She was a breath of fresh air to him. “I love you like crazy.” he said. She brought him upstairs with her key. And once in the room, she helped him get his costume off. And he took a hot shower and began to relax. 

After the shower, they laid down for awhile together, so Jimmy could regain his calmness. He lay there, next to her with a soft blanket over him. Jill petted the hair away from his forehead. And massaged the front of his shoulders and his chest. Jim, with his eyes closed, said softly, “Angel, you’re the most fantastic stress reducing force I’ve ever met. And that is one of the reasons which I need you next to me all the time. You’re a necessity for me. You help me breathe, when I can’t.”

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Starshine           Ch.49          Jimmy Page          Fan Fiction

Jim woke up when it was about 5 in the evening. Jill was asleep with her head resting on his shoulder and her arm around his stomach and her body all warm against him. He kissed her at the top of her head, then more along the side of her face. She smiled a little in her sleep. He began running his hands through

her silky locks. When she awoke, she saw him looking at her with the serious look of love on his face. But then, when the days earlier events slid into and through her mind again, she felt a sudden jolt of panic. Because she could have lost him today, in the lake. For good. What if he never surfaced from the fall under the water ? What if he couldn’t be recovered, remained deep under the surface ? And suffocated.  And in her heart, strains of pain squeezed through her chest imagining it . She was struggling with those thoughts, of how fortunate he was, to have made it upward.

Jill : Darling, when you were underwater earlier, how did you get yourself up to the surface ? 

Jim : I don’t know. I moved up, toward the sunlight. And I don’t know how I did it.

Jill : Well if you did that, then you have some level of ability for controlling your body under water. Whether you know that or not. So, baby, when we get home, I’m setting you up for swimming instructions. I don’t mean we need to turn you into a super athlete, Olympic swimmer. I just want you to learn how to stay alive if you end up in deep water somehow.  Like you did today. Seriously, I would’ve wanted to die, if you had drowned.

Jim : I guess you know, I really don’t want to…attend lessons. But I will anyway. Because I don’t want you to ever feel that low, my love. As there would always be a possibility I could drown. So, more for you, than for myself, I’ll go to the instructions.

Jill : Oh, Jimmy thank you, thank you. I don’t care who you do it for, just do it. Thank you, I am so relieved you’re agreeing to learn. It means everything to me.

And, she began kissing his mouth relentlessly, and caressing every bit of his smooth delicious skin, massaging him everywhere. Kissing and nibbling his neck, giving him thrills.

He loved it, and soon, he said, as he held her tightly in his arms, “Oh, well look what you did now, angel. Look down. I’m harder than steel down below now. And I won’t be satisfied till I have you, my beautiful girl.” So he also massaged every inch of her body, kissing her sensually, and licking all the places he loved. Jill was blazing hot for him, so elated that he survived today, and thrilled that he loved her so deeply. Before long, she was on top of him, straddling his hips, grasping him in her softness. Clenching hard with him inside, as he moaned and breathed heavily, looking as if he was in agony, with his eyes closed. He held her hips tightly with his both hands as her hips lifted up and down against him. His head was tilted way back. Gorgeous throat and Adam’s apple thrust forward as he groaned. She was leaning forward, near to his chest, while squeezing his length with each lift upward. His voice was straining as he murmured, “Oh, please. Please. My love.” And ultimately, he hit his peak and juices sprang forward from him in currents. Jill felt that happen, fully and it also set off her responses. She lay there against his chest, trembling and convulsing, squeezing his taut arms in her hands, shaking all over and gasping for air. He watched her face closely and he was in bliss, seeing her expression of helplessness. They separated and he kissed her face over and over.

Jim : Angel, I left the planet for a couple minutes there. But I’m back. And after the few crazy events we barely lived through during the last few months, I have to say that that was spectacular. And I’m so grateful to still have you with me, well and alive. And that I can make love to you like we just did, as if nothing ever happened. That is a hell of a gift from heaven. To love you like that, and feel like that. And to see your gorgeous face when you fall apart like that. It’s a dream come true, nearly a miracle.

Jill :  I agree. Definitely a miracle. That was phenomenal. Your love has me more alive and more happy than I’ve ever been.

Jim : Me too, angel. Me too. I’m in love. Just that fact has me feeling high. All the time, no drugs needed. Just you. Just you.

A beeper went off from the building intercom system. It indicated that dinner was being served in the dining room. So they quickly got ready. Casually dressed and they darted out to the meeting area. When they arrived at their dinner table, they seemed winded and their appearance was a little askew. Everyone else had arrived early and were all calmly seated. Percy looked at them with a knowing look. He was quite familiar with seeing Jimmy’s “just been loved” face. Jill had the same look on her face. Peter was next to Percy, and they nodded at each other. Percy exclaimed, “Well, you two. You’re both glowing like idiots. It’s just so obvious.“ 

Jimmy looked up at him, with his shirt on inside out. Since he’d rushed to pull it on, just a few minutes ago. But, he didn’t react to Percy, just ignored the comment. Who cares. It’s natural, normal for people that are clearly in love. What’s to be ashamed of ?

Jill, on the other hand turned deep pink. But when the guests at her table looked right at her, she just winked at them, as if saying, “Yeah. That’s right. I love him.” Which set off a few laughs, since she wasn’t really that embarrassed. She obviously was so in love with Jimmy, nothing could drag her away from that high. In fact she was somewhat proud, that she had an ongoing, busy hot love life with him. She was proud to be his love. Very proud.

A beautiful dinner was immediately served. Everyone was drinking and a wonderful warm feeling ran through their veins. Jill was just so relaxed and

 satisfied. Percy began to speak, about a trail on the property, for walking. He said he learned of it earlier, just after the rowboating. That a pretty trail existed which was lit maybe every 50 feet or so, and would be interesting to do, especially at this hour. It was a temperate night and the leaves were beginning to become colorful.  And best of all, tonight was a full moon. Although the sky was clear and starry tonight, the woods were misty and damp. But Percy and Linda were into it, and they persuaded Jim and Jill to join them. Why not enjoy what the castle had to offer. Who wants to stay indoors ? They could do that anytime, at home. So the four all gathered their jackets and set toward the trail in the forest for their walk.

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Part of That World

Request: i know he's not MCU, but could i ask for an imagine where the reader is the son of namor, arguing with him about how he's lost touch with the surface world? 'don't forget that you're half-human too, father' and whatnot? bonus points and also a whole-ass cupcake if you put in some peter/parker reader and little mermaid motifs. he's a human, you're atlantean!

Plot: Your father, Namor (the Sub-Mariner), has forbidden you from investigating above the ocean surface. It’s too bad you’re too curious for your own good, especially when you save a young brown-haired human.

A/N: Fancasting Ian Anthony Dale as Namor, and the fin whale story is real, I see it every day at work.

Warnings: Mild use of language

Word Count Total: 945

Short Imagine #266

Title: Part of That World

Part 1

The surface baffled you. The weather, the sun, the animals.

The people.

While you could swim and make it far, they had to walk. Walking didn’t seem very hard. After all, you had tried it in secret. Your father, Namor, didn’t know.

Namor had been to the surface. You had heard from other Atlanteans that they had called him the Sub-Mariner. Apparently, he had been a hero on land before he started fighting the humans on the surface over their disregard for your home. Every so often, you came across plastic on a seal or a whale suffocating while wrapped up in fishing net. The worst was when you watched a fin whale get hit by a giant boat - the same ones that carry enormous metal boxes? - and not even notice. That one you did have to tell your father about. You didn’t have much of a choice.

But you wanted to go up there nonetheless. You wanted to visit and experience the cultures. You wanted to be, at least temporarily, a part of that world.

The hard part was finding a way up there.

“You’ve lived on the surface! I just want to visit and learn! After all, I am a quarter human.” Namor crossed his arms and scowled. “My only child will not be visiting that dry, terrible hellscape. Pure humans are violent and sadistic.We do not want to mix with them, nor be seen by them. there is no reason to get entangled in their fish-shit. Do you not remember the fin whale?”

You crossed your arms over your chest and huffed, the plankton around you getting caught up in your exhale.

“It’s settled. It is too dangerous to visit the surface. Please respect my wishes and the safety of the Atlanteans.”

You huffed again, then agreed. You would keep the Atlanteans safe. They shouldn’t end up paying for any mistakes you could make.

But then the unthinkable happened. You were just shy of sixty feet from the surface and an enormous splash hit the water, a large object sinking fast and releasing bubbles. There were other figures swimming away and you tried, too, but the current as it sank past you caught you in its tow. You struggled, your mutation between gills and lungs gasping as you thrashed to get away.

When the window passed by you, you determined a split second before you saw inside that it was a vehicle - and there was something moving around inside.

You followed the ship, letting the drag carry you until you could grab ahold of the vessel. Inside was a figure, two-legged, and dressed in dark colors - it was hard to tell as you both sunk.

This figure was human, and unlike you, he couldn’t survive without air. You aimed your elbow at the window and started smashing it, creating spiderweb fractures in the material. The figure moved back and let you break the transparent wall. You reached in and reached for the human. They grabbed your hand and you pulled them out. Your arm wrapped around their waist and you propelled with the webbing between your feet, powerful kicks sending you both toward the surface and you told him to breathe out slowly. The figure stilled and at first you thought they were unconscious but you figured it was out of surprise when a stream of bubbles escaped the red material over their face.

Soon enough, you two broke the surface, the figure gasping and struggling to get the red stuff off their head. It was some sort of hood or mask and it had large white eyes that were moving wildly on their own. When they got the thing off, you discovered it was a boy, a brunette with pale skin. You kicked at the water and propelled yourself and him to the shore. In a split second, he went limp in your arms. Shock? Exhaustion? Did he get water in his lungs?

As quick as you could, you got him to the sandy shore and laid him out, listening for the sound of wheezy breathing that you expected from humans. When you heard it from his nose, you relaxed.

You continued to look him over in the fading sunlight, memorizing what he looked like and how much he looked like an Atlantean. Your face softened as you looked closer. When his eyelashes began to move, you pulled back, hoping the dwindling light would hide you from his sight a great deal.

The brunette looked up at you, brows knitted together in confusion. “Where did you come from?”

Your mouth fell open in horror and you scrambled away from the strange boy.

“Wait, you saved my life, don’t go!” he shouted as you splashed into the ocean froth and dove away. He helplessly watched you go, mouth slightly open and eyebrows upturned.

You continued below as fast as you could, trying to get as far from the human as possible. This was not how you were supposed to be seen by your first human.

While you did want to know more about this guy, who you guessed was a young adult human, classified as very dangerous, you knew you couldn’t go back, especially not this soon. Your skin was burning as the saltwater healed the patches that had dried while you had been examining the boy.

If you wanted to return to the surface, you needed a better plan, and you needed it to be completely off your father’s radar.

There weren’t a ton of options, but you had heard a rumor of someone with an ability to help. You just had to find out if they existed, and where.

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Eye of the Beholder

Request: If requests are still open Can I have an imagine that the reader has the ability to look like everybodys individual idea of perfect beauty, and so, she asks everyone she meets what she looks like -just to see - but when she asks Loki, he describes her natural form. It's just some thing I just thought would be cool for an imagine,you don't have to. Thank you 💕

Plot: They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but when everyone sees it differently, you think that Loki will be just the same as everyone else and not see you for you.

Blog Tag: @wired-girl

A/N: I changed the ability to something the reader couldn’t turn off. I used the name ‘Jane’ in here, sorry to all who read this and are named Jane, you just happen to share the name with Thor’s girlfriend.

Warnings: None

Word Count Total: 1350

Short Imagine #262

Title: Eye of the Beholder

Beauty was a curse. It had ruined your life and made you wish that you were invisible. You had even made a misguided wish as a child that everyone was blind – or at least blind to beauty. It had caused you too much trouble before the age of eleven and more still after that. And in today’s society, you were even worse off.

Eventually, you stopped going out looking like yourself. You wore baggy clothes, ballcaps, and even wigs. It covered most of you, and on sunny days it was easier to justify wearing sunglasses.

After a while, you stopped asking people what they saw when they looked at you. They never saw all of you. Some people saw the hair you had, some saw your eyes. But some saw the wrong skin color, the wrong body shape, even the wrong clothes. You didn’t know what fairy godmother you got, but you felt like you got the one from Ella Enchanted – Lucinda, you corrected yourself as you dodged another passerby, trying to avoid their gaze.

A guy backed into you and you stumbled back, trying to hurry off.

“I’m terribly sorry,” he said, blindly reaching for you to steady you, you guessed.

“It’s fine, really.” You continued on your way.

“Jane?” he asked.

You stopped. That was the first time you had been called by someone else’s name. “I’m sorry?”

“Jane, it’s me, Thor.”

You turned around and came face-to-face with the blonde god who worked with the Avengers. “I’m sorry, but I’m not Jane.”

“Very funny, Jane.”

“I’m serious, it’s a long story.”

“Come with me, I will take you to meet my friends.”

Your stomach churned. “Oh, no really, I have to go -”

“Please.”

“O-okay.”

“Great.” He guided you to a black suburban and you both climbed in. He held the door open for you and you smiled despite your precarious situation. This “Jane��� was a lucky girl.

During the ride, you listened to him chat about his friends and you did your best to seem engaged, but you were frightened. The team would know you weren’t Jane. Then you would be in real trouble.

You considered rolling out of the car, but the traffic that was going in the same direction would roll over you before you could roll off the pavement. You were out of options.

It didn’t take the car long to arrive at the Avengers Tower. You both rode up in the main elevator, guarded by a security system that let Thor clear you and a security guard who eyed you like you were her girlfriend. You looked away, wanting to run.

The closer to Thor’s floor choice you got, the sicker you felt. He noticed, but he mistook it for excited jitters and tried to calm you down, telling you about how much he has told them and it just made you feel worse.

When the doors opened, you felt close to passing out.

“Everyone, come meet Jane Foster!” Thor called as he guided you into the room.

His declaration brought exactly what you expected, surprise and confusion.

“Thor, that’s not Jane. Why do you think Jane is Pepper?”

Thor did a double take at you. “This is not Pepper, my friend, this is Jane.”

“You both are wrong,” Steve Rogers said, “She looks exactly like Peggy.”

They started to get into a fight and you stepped back two feet and right into Natasha Romanoff. You spun around, horrified, but she took your arm gently.

“Whoa, hey. What’s going on?” she asked. “I don’t see what they see.”

“I was cursed at birth and I look like what everyone’s ideal beauty presents itself as. No one ever sees who I see in the mirror.”

“That must get awful lonely,” she commented.

“It does.”

“I’m sorry for the boys. I presume Thor brought you here despite your protests?”

You nodded. “And the driver didn’t think anything was wrong.”

She chuckled. “Of course not. They are not supposed to argue with us. It’s part of their contract.”

You sighed. “I was just trying to get to the library? I didn’t know this would end up happening?”

She laughed again. “I don’t suppose you did.”

Despite the awkwardness and problems popping up, they invited you back. Well, Natasha was the first to suggest it and Clint seconded the suggestion before more team members gave you the okay.

A week later, Thor brings you back to the Tower, this time in a mutual agreement and with a surprise.

“I promise, this doesn’t have to last long. I just want you to meet someone.”

“Didn’t you say that to me last time?” you asked slyly.

Thor laughed, then said, “Yes, I suppose you are right. But this time, it’s you and not Jane.”

“Okay, I’ll bite. Who is it?”

“You’ll see when you meet him.”

“Him, huh?”

“Yeah, him.”

When the elevator arrived on the same floor as the week before, you didn’t see anyone new. Thor seemed to notice your wandering eyes and assured you he had to go bring this person out.

Your heart about stopped when you saw him.

Black hair, pale skin, green tunic, black pants, and blue-green eyes.

This was the man who attacked your city.

“Why did you want me to meet the one who tried to kill half the city?” You pointed at the man and his mouth opened half-way.

“Humor me. He’s really good with magic.”

“What, you think he can fix my problem? What makes you think he wants to help?”

“Pardon me, but I can speak for myself,” he chimed in, sounding bored.

“Then speak with her.” He walked past you. “Sorry, I’ll be on the next floor down if there is an emergency.”

The elevator doors closed and you still couldn’t believe it. you were beginning to hate this tower.

“It’s nice to actually meet you. Thor has told me a lot about you.” He looked a bit confused. “You are Y/N, right?”

“Yeah, I am.” Your tone was short, your frustration with him still apparent. You didn’t even bother to ask him what he saw. You knew he saw what he wanted to. It was inevitable in everyone, even your own mother.

He reached out to touch your hair hanging over your shoulder, feeling it, and you flinched away. “I like your Y/H/C [texture] hair.”

You stopped and looked up at him. “W-what did you just say?”

“Was that the wrong thing to say?”

You shook your head, still confused. “What color are my eyes?”

“Y/E/C.” He frowned. “Can you not see your own reflection?”

Tears filled your eyes. “No, I can see it. But no one else can see what I see. What else do you see?”

He described your appearance, down to the most obscure mole or freckle and the mismatched socks you had on that could be seen at your ankles.

“You are not like what Thor described you.”

Your smile vanished and you felt a hole eating away at you in your chest. “I’m sure I don’t.”

“Please, I’m not upset. I’m glad I’m the only one who can see your true beauty. You’re for me and me alone, it seems, and that in and of itself is truly a blessing.” He cupped your jaw in his long, cold hand and kissed your forehead. “Allow me to know you better. Anyone can see beauty on the outside, but there is always the beauty on the inside to know as well.”

“Even though you can see my true face?”

“Yes, even that. Tell me more about you. I would be delighted to hear more about how this started. And more about you, of course.”

You smiled and began to tell him everything, relishing the gentle touches you allowed from him as you spoke and delighting in the small kiss to your knuckles as he tried to cheer you up during your story. He continued to ask more about you and you got to know him better, too, both enjoying each other’s company now that you two could truly be seen by someone.

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Starshine                      Ch. 15    Jimmy Page            Fan Fiction

Sequel to In The Light. 

Jimmy arrived home from the town studio in the late afternoon before dinnertime. He didn’t see Jill around but heard the shower on upstairs. So, he headed up there to their room. After having spent time in the chlorinated water earlier, she had just come out of the shower, wearing a towel dress. As she walked into their room, she saw Jimmy there, laying on the bed on his back, his 

hands were clasped way back behind his head. “Angel,” he spoke to her, softly. She kneeled onto the side of the bed and leaned over him, putting her arms around his shoulders and neck. He reached to her and placed his hands around her sides, to help keep her balance. Jill kissed his beautiful pouty lips and smiled as she did. He pulled her closer and continued kissing her, enjoying the lovely feel of her lips against his. Her warm scented skin finally against his face and chest. It had been a few days since they had spent any time alone together, since all the craziness and commotion of the drama with Linda, then Robert too. That, plus the issue of the misunderstanding, regarding the fan pouncing on him at the studio that week. Everything seemed to be in their way lately. So Jimmy held her beautiful frame against himself and stroked her gorgeous dirty blonde locks, as he kissed her with his sensitive sweet lips. She asked him how his day had gone, and he just said, “Later, my girl, later. You’re my focus right now. I don’t want to think about anything else.“  Jill loved his answer and slid her mouth to his delicious throat and Adam’s apple. She nibbled on the side of his throat and sucked there for a moment. He laughed, and wiggled a bit, as he felt the light burn mixed with tickle. It was not enough to mark his skin, but enough to give him a shiver through his bones. “Oh, my love. How fantastic you feel,” he whispered. She bit sharply on his earlobe, then held it in her mouth, licking it to assuage him, as he moaned at her ear. His sounds drove her crazy, since she adored him so much. She had her hands caressing the back of his head and petting his messy head of black soft curls. She put her face right in there and deeply breathed in his manly scent. His scent, his fragrance, was so heavenly. Jill experienced a strong craving for every inch of his luscious body. Every little detail of him was irresistible. He began unbuttoning his clothes and pulling things off as fast as he could. Realizing that Jill was aching for him, he didn’t need any coaxing. Soon, Jill had unzipped his jeans and helped pull them off him. Oh my goodness, he was sexy as it gets. She rubbed his gorgeous flat stomach, adoring him. She pulled off her towel dress and lay right against his body. Jim placed his warm hands against her back and hips and sides while he kissed her with passion. Jill started kissing his strong shoulders and his upper arms as she felt herself in a trance of desire for him. He was every bit into it, and he squeezed her tightly against himself, and ran his mouth all over every bit of her flesh that he could reach. His blood began racing as his fingers felt against the silky skin of her breasts and he kissed them wildly, and grasped for more of her flesh as he grew more intense with passion. He was now on top of her, and feeling in between her legs, where her condition was slippery and wet as possible. Which sent rivers of thrill through him. He broke from their blazing kisses for a brief moment to tell her, “Jill, my body’s aching for you and there’s not a thing I can do about it but make mad love to you, angel. You have me in a raging fire."  She just kept kissing his perfect face and his skin, inhaling his scent. Falling deeper into the abyss. The raw feeling, the lust. He was absolutely flaming hot. So without another second of delay, he entered her and held her hips tightly in his hands as he pressed in deeply, muttering and releasing deep sounds from his throat, and a moan of heavy satisfaction. "So perfect, so warm, so unbelievable,"  he whispered to her. "Where have you been, my love ? How have I survived without you these last few days ?” he stated. Jill was reeling with pleasure, the sensations he caused, not only with his body but also his words had given her jolts of electricity within. She spoke softly but seriously against his ear, “Jim, you are the hottest sexiest man I’ve ever encountered, I love being with you like this.”

He barely could understand her words, though he knew they were loving toward him. He was so focused on his motions and on stimulating her, he could barely think of anything else. All he could manage to say back, but in a strained voice, “Darling, I love you so much.”

That was the most they could accomplish with words as he pressed into her over and over and she met his hips at every stroke, squeezing him from inside and hearing him groaning and humming. He was obviously in a deep state of ecstacy. Soon he was vocalizing some nonsensical terms and that drove Jill over the top. The avalanche of pressure exploded over her and she verbalized a bunch of high pitched crying type sounds. That blissful sound from her drove Jimmy out of his mind with delight. Her strong squeezing upon him pushed him right over the edge as he lost his ability to hold on. Hot liquid spilled into her and he released some loud moans along also. He had one of his strong hands gripped around the back of Jill’s neck, and the other hand grasping her hip tightly. He just stayed like that for another few glorious moments. Then he needed to pull away, because the sensitivity became too much. He had to put his hand over his own eyes, trying to pull himself back together again. He ended up on his back, just next to Jill. 

By now it was dark outside and they had both began feeling hungry for dinner. Jimmy said to her, “That was the greatest welcome home greeting I ever had, my angel. I’m beyond thrilled with what just happened.” he gushed. Jill was still so overwhelmed from their love a moment ago, her thoughts were clouded and not fully tightened up yet. She softly spoke to him, “My sweet sweet love,” and showered him with kisses. She loved him so intensely. He lay there and petted her hair and kissed the side of her face in warm contentment.

They soon got up and dressed into lounge type clothes. Jimmy had intercommed Mrs. K., that they were ready for dinner. So when they arrived downstairs, their dinner was on the table, steaming hot, with glasses of wine next to each plate. Mrs. K. had exited for the evening and Jill and Jim had a wonderful relaxing dinner. They later stretched out on the big sofa together, intertwined, as they quietly discussed the events of the day. Jim softly petted her hair as they spoke and smiled. He felt extremely lucky to have her in his life, she gave him such peace.

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Starshine                      Ch. 12     Jimmy Page          Fan Fiction

Sequel to In The Light 

“So they’ll be paying me an hourly rate for any time I’ve spent there so far, in meetings and conferences. And I can work as I wish, 20 to 40 hours per week, doing my own testing and data collection. Dr. Parson said, if I let him know a few weeks in advance, I can take leave during the times that I go on tour with you. I can set up my own schedule. So, I’m into it. ” Jill said. 

Jim answered, “Uh huh.” His face was calm, but he behaved very unenthusiastic about it. (Regarding her joining onto the hematology research project team.) 

“What is it, Jim ? What’s wrong ?” she asked.

“Well, I do want you to do whatever you want, of course. I just want to remind you, that you really don’t need to do this at all. I can easily provide anything you need, or that we need. Easily. I hope you’re not feeling you’re responsible for bringing in an income. Because we can have a very comfortable life with my income alone. And you’d be free to relax.  All I need from you is your love. That’s all I want.” he said.

“Okay, then I’ve made my decision. I’m taking the job. It’s flexible enough that I can make my own hours. And I’m free to go on tour with you. And you won’t be neglected. I’ll have all the time in the world to make love to you, anytime we want, so the deal’s sealed.” she replied.

“Okay then, my love. I’m selfish, because I want you all to myself. But, I understand, you want or need to stay alive in your career, your field and interests. So, come over here, so I can love you, my beautiful angel.” he said, with his arms open to her. Jill pressed right into his warm loving arms. He kissed her mouth with the sweet emotion he held for only her. He petted her long silky hair and smelled it, deeply. It smelled like orange and vanilla today. Oh, how he loved having her against himself in his arms. Had his hands tightly around her back and her waist. Jimmy was kissing and nuzzling the side of her neck, “You smell incredible my girl, I cant get enough of you.” They lay down on the big couch in the main room of the house, intertwined their legs about each other and arms around their upper torsos. Jimmy had her in a sweet delicious lip lock which could melt a glacier. His piles of thick shiny hair splayed all over everything. “Oh my sweet darling, how I love you.” he whispered against her soft locks. She was loving him right back, so intensely. Kissing and licking his jaw and his Adam’s apple, appreciating the glorious beauty of him and his wonderful male scent. “You are the most sexy creature I have ever had my hands upon,” she told him. He laughed his adorable laugh at that comment and she fell just about one foot deeper into love with him, as he squirmed around, 

kissing her and holding her. She had her hands inside his opened shirt now and caressed his smooth luxurious firm skin. He loved her hands on him so very much. He bit her ear lobe, then softly sucked on it, to relieve the slight pain he caused. She just grew more hungry for his body as he did that. And soon, she was licking his lips, gliding her mouth back and forth across them, with no pressure. And, he loved it, saying, “Darling, my angel, your touch and your kisses have me harder than granite down below. And I need you so bad, right now.” She quickly helped him get his jeans and underwear off, and began gently touching his firm length with her soft gentle hands. He was laying back, with one arm behind her back. He was quietly moaning in a humming sound, his head way back and his glorious long throat exposed to her. She licked and nibbled him there, loving his Adam’s apple as if it were a sacred shrine. Her small feminine hands sweetly touching him, had him throbbing and reeling. Jill kissed his neck and collar bone, nibbling and kissing her way down toward his slender stomach and firm flesh. The further south she moved, the more excited and jittery he became. The anticipation of her lips on him was causing him to tremble just imagining it. And soon, her warm mouth had blanketed him in softness and tingling and pure heaven on earth. He let out a huge breath and a low moan at once. The sound of his enjoyment sent her into a head spin. She couldn’t adore him more, his pure sweetness, how delicious he was. Never enough, never enough of him could she get. Making him purr in delight was the deepest jolt of joy she could get. Causing his helpless condition, making him writhe in ecstacy was her deepest desire. And getting him to that point was a thrill in itself for her. She enveloped him with her sweet tongue, licked him, and cradled him, loved him, massaged him. Until he was beyond undone. He was straining to say her name, “Oh, Jill, oh,  I can’t take any more.” he spoke softly. Her tongue on his most sensitive part, was his undoing. His breathing began to become panting, then he nearly jumped through the ceiling as he hit the crest. A loud moan of satisfaction escaped his throat, as he grasped strongly onto her shoulders. Jill was adoring his reaction. She so much wanted him to feel blissful, and to have caused that response on her own. He just lay back, gasping for air, steadying himself on her shoulders. As he struggled to breathe, she climbed up right beside him, and caressed his beautiful stomach and chest. He slowly returned to our planet. He put his hands atop hers and squeezed them. Jimmy, finally able to speak, “My love. My love. You are phenomenal. The way you make me feel. I can’t live without it. You have me under your spell, woman.”

“Don’t worry, I’m never leaving. You’re the man I love. I could not be happier than when I see you in sweet agony like just now. You’re the only man I crave.”

“Are you saying you’re mine ? Would you say it, tell me ? That you’re mine ?” he asked.

“Oh, my goodness. Of course I’m yours. One hundred percent, yours.” she answered smiling.

He also wore a warm smile on his face, “Thank you, my darling. And I’m yours. Every bit of me, and I love you more than I can say with words. You’re my one true love, undeniable.”

Jill basked in the warmth of his love, best place in the world to be. She lay there, petting his hair back, kissing him at his temples. Rubbing her lips against the side of his cheekbones. Jimmy said, “Jill, my angel, please stay with me, forever. Don’t leave me ever.”

She responded, “Couldn’t pull me away with a fleet of Cadillacs !”

And they both smiled a little, then slowly started cracking up at the visual picture. Shaking in laughter. Couldn’t stop. He said, “You make me so unbelievably happy. Never thought I would meet a woman like you. Have me laughing half the time and moaning the rest of the time. You’re magic to me, my treasure.“

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Stardust (Part 2)

Plot: The Reader is a fallen star who attached to the Time Stone and, along with Stephen Strange, they go on an adventure to get rid of the villain who brought you to Earth.

Prologue          Part 1

A/N: I’m enjoying brainstorming for this so much. Wish NaNoWriMo was going the same way, oops.

Warnings: None.

Word Count Total: 1024

Long Imagine #24

Title: Stardust

Part 2

Stephen offered you a seat and, as you slowly sank into the firm comfort of it, he disappeared around the bookshelves. Thunks and the fluttering of pages sounded from behind them and your chair, interspersed with frustrated huffs and hollow noises of hardcover books closing. The shuffling of his feet followed each change in book until he came back to the desk you and Wong were waiting at.

“Anything?” Wong asked. Stephen shook his head.

“Nothing.”

“Do we even know what we’re looking for?”

“No.”

Wong nodded. “Great.”

Stephen leaned on the desk and thrummed his fingers against the ancient wood. You looked up at him, admiring the sharp cheekbones and strong jaw.

“Maybe a break will bring a new perspective,” you suggested quietly. He looked down at you, then nodded.

“A break. Sure. I’m going to the store.” He swept out of the room, his red cloak moving behind him.

- - -

He closed the front door behind him and walked down the sidewalk. No one would notice him in his regular clothes. The store wasn’t far, so there was no need to use magic, anyway – but he still wore the Eye of Agamotto under his jacket.

He made it halfway down the street when a force on his sternum pushed him back. It was the necklace.

“What the hell?” he asked in hushed tones. He pushes forward again, but the pressure returned. Pushing his arm forward, he found it was only on his chest.

The Eye was stopping him.

Something was wrong.

He ran back to the Sanctum.

When he burst through the door, Wong furrowed his brows. “I thought you were going to the store.”

“Something’s wrong.”

Wong met him at the middle of the room. “What is it?”

“I don’t know. I couldn’t get further than three blocks and the Eye held me back.”

“How?”

“It pushed on my chest when I tried t move forward. It was like my chest hit a brick wall.”

“Could it be the stone?”

“It might be. Do you think I could -”

“Don’t even finish that question. You and I both know the stone is partial to you and will throw a fit if you leave it behind.”

“Then I should send you to the store.”

“It’s your money.”

“You’re making this very difficult right now, aren’t you?”

“I’m not trying to. It’s what happens when something unexpected happens.”

They were silent for a moment, in thought.

“I’ll go,” you spoke up from the doorway. If you have something I can put on my feet, I’ll be able to go.”

The men looked at each other, then nodded.

- - -

Stephen was brainstorming ways to fix the situation as you filled the cart with groceries.

“What if I were to try to send you back with the stone? I could undo what he did.”

You blinked a couple of times, trying to understand what the stone was weaving through your brain before you understood. “This type of magic can’t be undone by the Time Stone.”

He brought his chin to his chest and sighed. “Of course not. Any explanation as to why?”

You shook your head. “I can hardly understand what it tells me, let alone what it knows.”

“I see.”

You both fell silent as you rounded the corner to another aisle and he pulled groceries off the shelf.

More items were added until you got curious about a jar stuffed with liquid and long green things. You turned it around to look at it better, away from the label and bumped it too much. The glass began to fall off the shelf and you instinctively threw out your hands. It stopped falling. In fact, everything had stopped, even the music in the store. Everything, that was, but you and Stephen. He looked at you and you looked at him. His hand reached out, grabbed the pickle jar, and he put it back on the shelf.

“How did you do that?”

“It was the connection to the Stone, I think. I don’t know exactly how I did it. I just panicked at the sight of it falling and it stopped.” You looked around at the still-frozen store. “Well, I suppose it stopped everything else, too.”

“Do you think you can fix it?” he prompted.

You shrugged. He waved his hand around a small green circle in front of him and time started moving again. Inside your chest, you felt something turn as he used the magic. It caught you off guard and you clutched your chest, gasping.

“Are you okay?” He placed a hand on your arm.

You cleared your throat, the pressure subsiding. “Yeah, um, I think I’m okay.”

“Let’s discuss this later, we can’t be away for too long.”

You two paid for your items and hauled the bags back to the sanctum as quickly as you could.

While you and Stephen were unloading the bags in the kitchen, Wong entered, looking grim.

“We have a problem,” he said, an old leather-bound book in his hand.

“Where did the book come from?” Stephen asked.

“It came from a portal,” Wong replied slowly and evasively. “But the book isn’t what caused the problem. It’s what’s in the book. I’ve found out why the stone was used. Don’t ask me how I found the book, it’s a long explanation.”

“Then tell us what’s going on.”

“Certain gems have the power to pull stars from the sky. They bond with this gem until they die and if you kill the star, you get everlasting life.”

Stephen looked at the Eye of Agamotto, then at you. “Okay. But how does this involve the Time Stone?”

“That’s the part I’m confused about. This book is all about myths and legends, but it doesn’t talk about Infinity Stones.”

You cleared your throat and rubbed the dip in your collarbone absentmindedly. “I have a theory about that, actually.”

They turned to look at you before you continued. “The man who wanted to kill me may have wanted to gain the powers of the stone.”

“Then we’re in deeper trouble than we thought,” Wong said quietly.

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When We First Met (Part 5)

Plot: Steve tries his luck over and over again to win the reader’s heart, despite living the same day over and over again.

Part 1          Part 2          Part 3          Part 4

A/N: This is the end, everyone! Thanks for taking the trip with Steve and I! Open for an epilogue, if you’d like!

Warnings: None

Word Count Total: 1019

Long Imagine #23

Title: When We First Met

Part 5

“I’m sure if it will be a problem, I can assign another agent,” Nick Fury offered.

Steve nodded slowly. “I think that might be best.”

“Then Agent Y/L/N might be best for this scenario.”

Steve fought to keep a smile off his face. “Okay.”

You greeted him much like Sharon and went through the motions, doing his best to make a great first impression. When the time came, he insisted you tell Sharon that she needs to get in touch with a Grant Ward, ignoring the look of confusion and playing it off as a hallway rumor and his super soldier hearing.

When he woke up next, he was surprised to see himself on a nice couch. He looked around and realized it was Sam’s couch.

“Where’s Y/N?”

Sam turned around, breakfast burrito half in his mouth. “Y/N? You mean Sharon’s friend? I don’t know, probably enjoying their weekend? You haven’t talked about them for a long time, what is up with you?”

“I was thinking about fate.”

“Fate is a tricky lady. When you try to figure her out, you just get more confused. All I know is the mistakes I've made and the ladies I've laid have made me who I am today. If I were to go back and

relive it differently, I wouldn't be me. And I like me.” Sam shrugged and leaned back against the counter.

Steve groaned and threw a pillow to his face before hopping up and racing to get dressed so he could run over to where your place should be. He shifted his weight between his feet while he waited for you to open the door.

“Steve. What are you doing here?” you asked, your brow furrowed.

He cleared his throat. “I-I came to see you.”

“Why? We haven’t talked in almost two years.”

“What?” His chest ached.

“Yeah. Two years.”

“Was it my fault?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m sorry, you’ll have to excuse me – I’m off to a date.”

His heart felt like a dagger was stabbed through and through his torso. “Oh. I’m sorry.” He stepped away from the door and you walked out, locking the door behind you.

“Look, Steve, when we tried to get together, it may not have been the right time. But we may never know, now.” You patted his arm, then walked down the townhouse steps and walked away, not looking back.

He sighed, his shoulders slumping, before he remembered it was Sharon and Grant’s engagement party day.

He took a taxi over, the anxiety not leaving, and then knocked on the door. Sharon and Grant answered the door, looking confused.

“Steve, what’s going no? are you alright, you missed the party yesterday.” Sharon asked.

Steve’s anxiety intensified. “I missed it?”

She nodded and allowed him in.

“I’m sorry, Sharon. I don’t know how I forgot it.”

“it’s okay. What’s wrong?”

“I went to visit Y/N, but she moved on a long time ago.”

Sharon gave him a sympathetic look, but he waved and left.

“I can’t believe I missed the party.” He stopped, then groaned. “I set them up early.”

You were gone and didn’t love him. Maybe he was destined to not find love. Maybe he should give up.

Maybe he should do everything as he originally had and wait to ask you out.

That was it. that was what he had to do.

The photobooth was gone. It had been replaced by a new one. He felt his stomach crawl up his throat and ordered a Sprite soda.

“Steve.” A lady put her hand on his shoulder and he spun around, spilling a little of his soda on his knee. It was just Sharon with Grant right behind her. “What are you doing?”

“Wallowing in the sorrows of a bad day. What are you doing here?”

“We came to see you play. That’s what you’ve been doing for a few years? And you missed our party last night. We’re worried about you, Steve.”

He shrugged. “Everything’s fine, I’ve lost the girl, I’ve messed up the future, I can’t even find the old photobooth.”

“The photobooth?” Grant asked incredulously.

Sharon chuckled lightly. “Oh, it’s at your house, did you forget? Do you have any idea what we had to do to get that thing?”

“Y-you did? Why?”

“Because we’re best friends?”

“It all makes sense now. I have to do it the right way so I can finish this correctly.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Grant asks.

“Yeah, long day, sorry. I have to go!” He ran out.

Upon arrival home, he jumped into the photobooth and threw a quarter in.

He woke up and ran through everything as it had been the first time. The game, busting out the wall, bumping shoulders with Sharon, running straight into Times Square.

Sharon came forward from the cars alongside Nick and Steve went along with the day as it had originally been.

He walked past you in the hallway and you were entranced with an agent, but he didn’t stop for you.

The next day when he woke up, he was in his bed and a reminder was flashing on his phone:

SHARON AND GRANT’S ENGAGEMENT PARTY, 2 PM

“Yes!”

He raced through the day to get to the party.

“And that was the perfect night.”

He smiled, then went for a small cup of punch, knowing you would be over there at that moment with your camera.

“Candid!” you said from behind him.

Steve smiled as you took the picture. You look at the photo.

“Hey, you don’t look so terrible.” You showed him and he gingerly held it before taking a quick photo of you. “Steven! You delete that right now.”

“Why, when you look so pretty?”

You snatched the camera from him and looked at the photo. “You know, you may actually have a knack for this candid thing?”

“Thanks, Y/N.” He went to turn away, but turned back to you. “Hey, did you want to go get a drink?”

“What, you mean ditch?”

“Yeah. They don’t need us anymore.”

“Yeah. Okay.” You smiled and followed him out.

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Pounce

Plot: T’Challa’s significant other is hurt in an attack and he goes beast mode on the attackers.

A/N: Two in one day, yay!

Warnings: Reader gets a throwing knife to their side

Word Count Total: 1031

Short Imagine #192

Title: Pounce

You snorted.

T’Challa turned to you and shook away the nanites that made up his mask so he could smile directly at you. “What?”

“You are definitely the most difficult man I have met who still agrees with me.”

“Met? Or is still alive?”

“I have not killed anyone – yet.”

He laughed. “I am certain if they brought out that much wrath in you, they would have deserved it.”

You laughed, too, but the laughter stopped quickly as your husband’s ears caught a sound in the underbrush behind you and he looked away without smiling. The nanites covered his face again and you put your helmet back on. One of these days, you were going to have to agree to let Shuri fiddle with it so it didn’t pinch your ears. She had been bugging you about it, but you always found an excuse out of it because it had been in your family for generations. You pulled out your extendable spears that could charge with hits just like T’Challa’s suit and stood at the ready, both pointed at the rustle.

They came from all sides, including in front of you. You held up your spears in an X to block your leaping attacker, thrusting forward with the defensive motion, and he slammed into the staffs, bouncing off as they hit his chest. He flew backward and sat up, dazed. You stayed where you were, knowing he’d expect you to rush him. Instead, he rushed you again, this time with a different plan of attack. You blocked him easily again. “Pfft, amateur,” you said under your breath.

The same guy, plus two more, came in your direction. When they were close enough, you slammed your spears into an X and blasted your attackers ten meters back. They still came back and you had lost your advantage of keeping your extra defensive ability secret. While three kept your husband busy, two more snuck up behind you as your original two came from the front again. You could tell they were coming and spun the staffs of your spears to prevent any hits, but one still managed to sneak an attack in with a throwing knife. As it pierced the side of your abdomen, you thought about how you would have to ask Shuri to have the staffs capture energy as they generate to create temporary shields as they spun. You fell to the ground.

T’Challa saw you collapse and anger flooded into his muscles. He took one swipe each at his attackers and they went down. Whether they were out or dead, he’d check later if he remembered to. He moved on to the four surrounding you as you fended off attacks by holding your spears up in an X. Every chance you got, you hit them together to charge them, but it wasn’t much as you defended yourself, in pain from the wound. T’Challa ran behind each of them quickly and hit two of them over the head with a war cry to distract them. One broke off from you and advanced toward the Panther. You were able to hit your spears together enough to generate a weak blast and disorient the last attacker. T’Challa moved quickly, using one defensive hit and then one offensive hit to take out the person in black in front of him before he knocked the last guy’s head into a tree trunk. One person stood up to rush T’Challa and T’Challa threw him back until his back hit a tree. He was out cold and did not move again.

Your husband came to your side, removing his mask again. “My love, do not move. I will get you to safety.”

“Thank you, my King.”

T’Challa grinned and shook his head. “I told you never to call me that.”

“Except in private,” you amended with a smile. “We are alone are we not?”

“The trees have ears.” He gestured to the six out cold. Or dead, because right then, he didn’t care.

“Those ears hear nothing but ringing, I am certain.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead and then examined your injury. It wasn’t too deep, but it was deep enough to require the blade stayed long enough to stop the bleeding.

Soon thereafter, an aircraft piloted remotely by Shuri arrived not far from the forested area in a small clearing and T’Challa carried you as carefully as he could to the craft, your spears held in your hands as tightly as you could.

Once on the aircraft, he laid you down on the floor and the door closed behind him. Virtual reality Shuri in the pilot’s seat turned to look back. “I stocked the medical kit with specialty bandages and a tube of healing nanites.”

T’Challa pulled the kit out and set to work carefully removing the blade, disinfecting the wound, applying poison defense ointment to be safe, and then setting the nanites to work. He bandaged up the wound. By the end of it, you were unconscious. He set you on a med bed and secured you so you wouldn’t shift too much.

The next few days you were restricted to bedrest and T’Challa made absolutely certain to be the one to bring you breakfast. He felt guilty for your injury and you assured him there was nothing about the incident that made it his fault.

He set to work finding who sent the attackers and setting right his guilt. You told him he was too stubborn when assigning blame to himself and not letting it go.

“It is because I love you that I feel guilty. Please let me do this.” He kissed your forehead. You stood up from your chair, having healed from your bedrest, and hugged him.

“Alright. I know I cannot win when you are so determined. Please promise me you will not get hurt.”

“I promise.”

You smiled and he kissed your cheek in reassurance. Then he changed the subject.

“Shuri’s made the improvements to your weapons. Ready to go see them?”

You stood up straighter. “Do you even have to ask?”

He laughed and took your hand, walking all the way down to the lab with you.

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Second Chance - Part 2

Plot: Steve thought he had lost out on his soulmate when he came out of the ice. He was wrong.

Blog Tag: @blackirisposts, @tea-with-loki

A/N: Enjoy! A little Steve fluff was just what I needed after a long week.

Warnings: None

Word Count Total: 1362

Short Imagine #185

Title: Second Chance - Part 2

It had been two weeks since Steve had met you and he hadn’t seen you since. He had passed you in the hallways, but he was spending so much time not ruminating over having a new soulmate on purpose that he seemed to go out of his way especially to not face you more than once a day. It wasn’t something he had noticed until he stopped seeing you pass him – he was starting to miss that daily morning greeting.

“Steve, what’s on your mind?” Natasha asked.

Steve shook his head.

“You’re avoiding your new friend, aren’t you?” She smirked.

“Am not.”

“Oh, sure. You only see them once a day and never for very long.”

“We’re both busy.”

“Huh. Denial.”

“Am not!” he protested.

“Then why do you avoid the second name?”

Steve sighed, knowing full well that he should have not told her because she wasn’t going to stop until he caved.

“Because the mark usually shows up for someone right before they are born and grows with them. The science behind the soulmate mark is fantastic and I never knew there was so much. But there is nothing on a brand-new mark. Just rumors.”

“What if you take the chance?”

“They probably have a name already.”

“And what did you find on late bloomers?”

“That it can happen at any age. But c’mon Natasha, that’s not possible. There are so few.”

“And a second mark has never been seen before. Yes, I know. But Steve, you should give this a shot.”

“No.” He stood up from the table. “I’m not going to bother them with this. I don’t want to ruin their happiness with whatever or whomever they have now.”

Natasha sighed, her chin resting on her palm. Steve walked away.

He resigned himself to the fact as he left that Natasha could have been right. But he was too stubborn to want to do something about it.

As he turned the corner, he ran right into you.

“Oh, Captain Rogers!” you exclaimed as the file you were carrying nearly slipped out of your fingers. He caught it, the papers sticking out at different angles.

“Sorry about that,” he said quietly.

“It’s okay.”

Once you were organized again, something struck him.  He wasn’t sure what it was, but it made his stomach flutter.

“Thank you for your help. I’m so clumsy that if I had tried to do that myself, I would have dropped them all, most likely.” You smiled.

“Glad I could help, then.” He smiled back and was surprised with how happy it made him that he was the reason for that smile.

After a moment of smiling at each other, you held the file tighter to your chest. “Well, I guess I will be going.”

“Do you have a moment to spare?” he blurted out.

You shrugged, still smiling. “Yeah.”

A few minutes later, Steve was handing you a cup of coffee from the machine that Tony had ordered. He had said there would be no “office coffee” in the building and soon thereafter, a really nice machine showed up in the agent breakroom.

You took the cup and sat down at a table, him across from you.

He wanted to ask you about your mark, but chickened out at the last second. “I don’t think I thanked you properly for the ride.”

“It’s okay. You did.” You tugged your left sleeve up a little, the small movement not escaping his notice.

“Where were you before you came here?”

“Uh, Seattle. The weather is about as cold this time of year, but we hardly see the snow.” You shrugged.

He smiled.

You tugged your sleeve over your wrist again.

“Is something wrong?”

You shook your head. “Just this damn sleeve is too short.”

“Whatever is on your wrist, I can keep a secret.”

You looked down, your right hand covering your left wrist now. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”

“Y/N.”

His use of your first name visibly startled you. You had expected him to use ‘Agent’ in there somewhere, obviously. “It’s just my soulmate mark.”

“Is something wrong with it?”

“Nah.”

He wanted to get nosey without being rude, but he had no choice to let it slide. “Well, you’re welcome to talk to me if you need to.”

“Thank you, but I can handle it.”

“Okay.”

You finished your coffee and stood up. “It was nice talking to you. Again, some time? I have to deliver this file.”

“I’ll let the owner of that file know it was my fault you were late.” Steve stood as well, reaching for your mug. You let him take it.

“It’s okay. Agent Hill won’t behead me. She’s more lenient than my last boss.” You smiled.

He chuckled. “I’ll still let her know.”

“Thank you, Captain.”

He looked away with a smile. “Please, just Steve.”

“Okay, Steve.” You glanced back at him one last time, then left.

Natasha was right. He knew couldn’t ignore the soulmate feelings now.

A few days later, Steve didn’t see you pass by once all day in the hallway and disappointment settled over his heart.

Maybe a trip to the gym would help.

He grabbed his gym necessities, a towel, his water bottle, and made his way down to the gym.

There was a faint clapping noise coming from inside, something he couldn’t place until he entered. You were there skipping rope, earbuds in your ears.

His mouth opened, trying to formulate a sentence, but he couldn’t. Not when, even from here across the large room, he could see your soulmate mark was not covered.

Slowly, he approached you and the closer he got, the more he could ear coming from your earbuds. The music was fairly loud and he couldn’t discern the instrument playing – it was nothing he recognized. He walked in front of you to get your attention and you looked up, stopping immediately.

“Captain,” you greeted, pulling the earbuds out. He could hear it better – something about bad feeling so good, it made no sense to him – as you reached to shut it off.

“What can I do for you?”

“I saw you and I thought I would say hi. That’s it.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Oh. Hi Steve.”

“Hi Y/N.” He wanted to say so much more. I miss you. I think you’re my soulmate but I don’t know if I’m yours.

“So, uh,” you interrupted his train of thought, “you didn’t get caught up in Tony’s attempt at a practical joke, did you?”

He furrowed his brow. “I don’t think I even heard about it.”

“I’m surprised. He was going to slime someone.”

“Like Ghostbusters slime?”

You cracked a smile. “More or less, yeah.”

“I didn’t. I’ll have to keep an eye out.”

“Yeah. That stuff’s hard to remove.” You reached up to get your hair out of your face.

He spotted your wrist. You moved to hide it, but it was too late.

“Why didn’t you tell me the other day?” The feeling of hurt mixed with relief washed over him.

“Well, I figured you had already gotten your tattoo a long time ago. There wasn’t a reason to bother you about mine. Besides, what am I supposed to say, ‘Hi, I’m Y/N, you’re my soulmate’? No. I was just fine the way I was so again, no reason to bother you.”

His voice got low. “You can bother me about it now.” He reached for your hand. You let his fingers tangle with yours.

“Okay -” you cleared your throat “- hi, I’m Y/N. You’re my soulmate.”

“Hi Y/N, I’m Steve. You’re my soulmate.” His face got closer to yours. “Could I kiss you?”

“I’m all sweaty.”

“I don’t care.”

You shrugged. “Okay.”

He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips and you kissed him back, only pulling away when he did. “Thank you for giving me another chance at this.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“You didn’t push me away.”

You reached your face up to his cheek. “And thank you for accepting me.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead and pulled you close, feeling more complete than he had in years.

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Second Chance

Plot: Steve thought he had lost out on his soulmate when he came out of the ice. He was wrong.

Blog Tag: @blackirisposts

A/N: I have been wanting to do another one of these for so long, thank you so much for giving me the chance to do this!! I’m willing to write more soulmate stories, just shoot me a character!

Warnings: None

Word Count Total: 1359

Short Imagine #183

Title: Second Chance

Steve’s name tattoo had always been on his ankle ever since he could remember. Everyone he had known had a permanent black name on them somewhere. He finally found the owner of the name, Peggy, when he had entered the Army. Peggy was perfect. He knew she was the soulmate for him. But when he went down in the ship, he lost her.

She told him before she passed away that she got a new name a couple of years after his ship went down, a Daniel, and that he would get a new one, too.

Steve’s tattoo had since faded, but no new one had appeared and he gave up hope on all of it - a life, a family, growing to love someone again. All of it was gone.

“Earth to Steve, are you in there?” Maria waved her hand in front of Steve’s face.

Just like that, he was broken out of his train of thought. “What?”

“We were discussing your opinion on the team for the next mission.”

“Sorry, I guess I got lost in thought. I’ll take a look, though I’m sure that whomever you chose is good enough to finalize.” He dragged the file across the table and closer to him with one hand.

“Steve, are you sure you’re up for this? You seem out of it.”

“Yeah, I’ll peruse it and get back to you.”

She stood up, patted his shoulder once, then left. Steve sighed. Maybe his head wasn’t in it today. Maybe he just needed to take a walk outside, clear his mind.

He left the conference room, left the complex, and then walked down the road that led up to the building. He spent a long time walking and still couldn’t clear his mind. It was time to head back.

As he turned around, he felt an intense, searing pain over his left chest. The pain was so intense that he doubled over, clutching his left pectoral. Quickly, he pulled his hand back. His skin was more than feverish - it was almost white-hot to the touch.

When the pain subsided, he realized that he was kneeling beside the road. He stood up, a little disoriented, and rubbed his eyes, his chest pain down to a dull ache. The pain was not normal and he had to check it out immediately. He began to walk back.

A few minutes later, a black compact car came up from behind him. It was newer, probably no older than a 2014 model. He wasn’t sure what name it was, but he could see all of the necessary numbers and insignias to know it had been approved for the compound’s property. He stepped off the gravel-and-dirt road to let the car pass. It slowed beside him.

“Captain Rogers?”

He glanced inside and felt his heart stutter for a split second. “Yeah.”

“I’m Agent Y/L/N. Do you need a ride?”

“No, I’m fine. Thank you.”

“Are you sure?”

He thought for a moment about his chest pain, then decided that if something was wrong, he shouldn’t wait and shouldn’t walk all the way back. “Alright.”

You leaned across the console of the car and popped open the door. He pulled it open and climbed into the car.

He didn’t bother buckling up. It wasn’t a far trip down an empty private road.

“Pleasure to meet you, Captain. My name is Y/N Y/L/N.” Your smile was bright.

“Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.” He shook your hand, the name making him smile a little. He wasn’t sure why, though.

You put the car in drive and drove off. He was certain that he could have kept pace with the car, but if there was a serious problem, he didn’t need to aggravate it by more physical exercise.

Once at the door, you dropped him off and drove away to park the car in agent’s parking. He waved you off, feeling a little lost as you left, but he shrugged it off and walked through the doors. Everything about him felt fine once the lost feeling was gone. Better, even. His head felt clearer and there was no pain in his chest.

Still, it was protocol to get it checked out, even if he wasn’t one to follow protocols to the letter. The hospital wing, it was.

“Captain Rogers, I didn’t expect to see you in here. What can we do for you?” asked one of the nurses.

“I’d like to speak with Doctor Harper, if he’s not busy.”

“I’ll go get him.”

“Thanks, Nurse Lynn.”

Moments later, Nurse Lynn returned with Doctor Harper in tow.

“Steve, what brings you here?”

“Just a question. If we could?” He gestured to one of the very few examination rooms and Nurse Lynn excused themselves.

The doctor shut the door behind them and Steve sat in the chair beside the exam table.

“What seems to be the problem?”

“I was out for a jog, not having been able to clear my mind, and I felt an immense pain in my chest on the left side. It has since disappeared, but I figured I should come in.”

Doctor Harper looked mildly alarmed at what Steve was saying. “Yeah, that’s abnormal for you, let’s take a look.”

The doctor took time to check respirations, oxygen levels, heart rate, and blood pressure. Nothing was out of the ordinary - for Steve, that is.

“Well, let’s see the skin surrounding the area.”

Steve removed his shirt, placing it on the surface behind him on the table.

“Well, there’s your problem.” The doctor pointed at Steve’s pectoral. Steve looked down and jumped in his spot. The skin was a little inflamed, but nothing like an angry red. More like a pink, which was surrounding fine black lines.

It was a new name.

“Is this normal?” Steve asked.

Harper shook his head. “No, but anything is possible. Late bloomer?”

“I have a name on my ankle.”

“Right. Well, maybe you have a second chance at a soulmate.”

“Maybe?”

“Not maybe. You do have a second chance.”

Steve pulled his shirt back on. “That’s not normal.”

“Neither is surviving being frozen for seventy years and being through what you have.”

That was true. Steve thanked the doctor and left, making his way back to the conference room. He needed to look at that file from Maria. When he got there, Natasha was already standing outside of the room.

“Rogers, you forget something?” She held the file between two fingers. “A little careless, don’t you think?”

Steve grabbed the file. “Thanks, Nat. I know, I know, but something came up.”

“Like what?”

“Like a personal matter.”

“I see. Well, make sure Maria doesn’t catch you.”

“I suspect you can keep a secret.”

“Better than anyone you know.”

Steve started to walk away.

“Oh, hey, did you meet that new agent? Y/N Y/L/N?”

Steve froze in his tracks. Y/N. That was the name in black on his chest. He had forgotten all about his car ride and the driver in the hullabaloo of his new soulmate mark that he had forgotten about the name.

“Something wrong Steve?” Natasha brought him out of his thoughts.

“What? Oh, nothing. Yeah, I did meet them. They seem nice.”

She snorted. “I can hear it in your voice. There’s something different. What’s going on, Steve?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing is going on or nothing you want to tell me?”

“A bit of both.”

She held her hands up. “Alright, I can take a hint. Let me know when you’re ready to talk. I am the best secret keeper.”

Steve chuckled. “We established that, I think.”

“And don’t forget it.”

They parted ways and Steve glanced over the file, trying to put his concentration into it again. It was a struggle, because he had something else to think about, but he got it done. He returned the file to Maria’s station and then went to his room. In his mind’s eye, he pulled up your face. His heart gave a little extra thud at the image.

Could this have been the same Y/N tattooed on his skin?

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Prompt 32

Prompt 32

A/N: Prompts off of this list. Okay, but how many of you know that Comics!Kurt loves the pirate aesthetic?

Warnings: Fem!Reader insinuation

Word Count Total: 274

List Prompt: #4. “I’ll push you off the tower if you don’t stop.”

Your beautiful blue boyfriend was at it again. He had donned his frilled shirt, brown pants, and a fake sword. You knew that he loved piratey stuff, but there was something else that he decided to do when he was Captain Kurt.

Puns. And lots of bad pickup lines for you.

So you decided to take your leave and hide on the roof under the stars. The night was dark and clear and you were able to see every constellation clearly.

But he knew you well and found you in no time.

“So, what treasure are you looking for tonight?”

“My map shows that x-marks the spot right over your heart.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Are you a mermaid or a siren?” he continued.

You laid back on the shingles. “Why are you so curious? Isn’t your lady the sea?”

“Arr, my lady might be the sea, but you are the one for me.” Kurt puffed out his chest.

“I’ll push you off the tower if you don’t stop.” You struggled to keep the smile off of your face.

He reverted to regular Kurt. “I won’t fall for long, liebling.”

You patted the roof space beside you and he sat down and grabbed your hand.

“Kurt, you know you are a cheeseball, right?”

“I thought I was a mutant.”

You chuckled and leaned into his side. He kissed the top of your head.

“Y/N,” he said softly.

“Yes?”

“One more?”

You grinned. “One more for tonight.”

“I could chart the stars in a short time, but you know what I would rather chart?”

“What?”

“Our future together.”

You kissed his cheek. “Me, too.”

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