#Stephen Strange x Beauty Lincoln

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

Hurt/Comfort Dialogue Prompts 2 and 9 with Stephen Strange x Beauty, please? It might be sweet seeing him comfort her after she had a really cold and exhausting day.

2. "Drink some of this tea, it will warm you up."

9. "Go to sleep, I will not leave you alone."

Hurt/Comfort Stephen Strange x Beauty Lincoln (OFC)

Hey, Stephen - I'm so so sorry, but I'm gonna have to cancel on our plans tonight. I've had an incredibly rotten day at work and stuff, so I just want to curl up on my sofa & watch something mind numbing & lick my wounds a bit.🥺Even though I miss you like crazy, I just wouldn't be good company at all. We'll have to try again, hopefully soon. Love you. Always.💋💋 

Stephen gnawed on his lower lip as he read Beauty's text a third time. His schedule lately had been jampacked as supernatural activity across the globe has kicked into overdrive in the month leading up to Halloween. The rise in incursions from eldritch realms was to be expected at this time of year, but it was often complicated by amateur ghost hunters and wannabe practitioners of magic or voodoo either trying to fight the baddies on their own, or summon malevolent spirits to do their bidding. Meaning he and his fellow sorcerers had twice the work to do—protecting humanity from both mystical dangers and from the foolish antics of those who believed they had a calling to do the same.

He glanced over at the vase holding a dozen and a half long stem American Beauty roses in several shades of pink, which he'd meant to accompany his apologies for missing their last three date nights. Thinking that his girl must be in a very bad way to make tonight their fourth miss. Crap. Stephen decided at once he wasn't going to let that happen. As quickly as his scarred fingers would allow, he texted back. 'Understood. Missing you too, sweetheart. We can reschedule. You rest up & take it easy tonight. And please just let me know when you get home safely...so I don't need to worry so much.'

Beauty's reply came right away. 'Will do. Thanks for understanding, magic man. And for worrying about me.💗' Stephen had to smile fondly; a sweet sort of warmth always filled his chest when she called him that. And man, had he been missing that warmth! If he hadn't already decided to surprise her, that simple little phrase would've been enough to set his plan in motion. 

Beauty stood before her door, damp-haired (having forgotten her umbrella in her desk drawer) and with the lower half of her sweater-coat and her suede boots drenched from being splashed by a taxi that had pulled up to the curb as she been waiting to cross the street. At least the first time Stephen sees me in weeks won't be with me looking this bedraggled, she consoled herself. Although I'd rather warm up in his arms than in that old afghan thrown across my sofa top.

It's better this way anyway, she sighed forlornly, zipping off the text he'd asked her to send so that he'd know she'd gotten home in one piece. Stepping through her door, Beauty noted the room was candlelit and redolent with one of her favorite scents in the world. Gingerbread. This just had to be Stephen's work! Already her heart—weighed down by all the bad news she'd received at work this day—began to feel a bit lighter.

She dumped her attache and pocketbook on the floor and shrugged off her wet sweater, hanging it on one of the hooks beside her door. Inhaling deeply (he must've found her stash of gingerbread scented candles) Beauty called out his name.

Stephen came around the corner from the kitchen, wearing his dear, lop-sided grin and one of her frilly aprons over jeans—surely a sight he intended to amuse her. He had the sleeves of the dark blue silk shirt she'd recently given him (just because she'd known he'd look damn fine in it) rolled up, further indication he had something brewing in the kitchen. "Oh, Stephen...you didn't have to go to this trouble. I would've been fine just crashing on the couch."

"Nonsense," he insisted as he came to stand in front of her, smoothing one hand over her wet hair. "What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't do what I could to take care of you?" 

Speechless for the moment, Beauty lowered her gaze shyly—and to hide the fact that tears stood in her eyes. Stephen's voice, low and deep and rich with honest concern, continued, "I've lost track of all the times you've taken care of me at the end of a rough day. It's long past time I returned the favor." He pulled her into his ready arms.

Beauty nodded and laid her head upon his shoulder, and then the tears did come as he rocked her gently. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, baby. Just let me be here for you—and let me remind you of how much I love you..."

She had cried for a good ten minutes, clinging tightly to him, only aware that her hair and clothes and boots had dried completely in the interim (a subtle charm Stephen had worked for her comfort) until shegathered her wits and backed out of his arms. "Go get changed," he instructed her gently, "I laid your jammies and robe out on your bed, and then you can meet me back her for something to warm you on the insides, okay?"

Beauty nodded silently, kissing his cheek before following her good doctor's orders. When she returned to the living room, she discovered that Stephen had set a small tray on the coffee table, along with a vase of gorgeous roses. He motioned for her to take a seat.  "Drink some of this tea, it will warm you up."

Meekly, gratefully, she accepted the cup, sipping gingerly until she could tell it was the perfect temperature. "Now," Stephen told her, picking up the remote control, "I've got The Princess Bride cued up for your viewing pleasure, unless you prefer Practical Magic to begin with instead..."

"You remembered..."

"That we were watching that the first time I finally had the sense enough to kiss you?" Stephen cupped her cheek and leaned closer, "How could I not, sweetheart? That was the best first kiss of my life..."

"Don't tease me," she whispered.

"Simple truth, Beauty. And my life has been better and better every day since." Stephen took her free hand, brushing his lips across her knuckles, "I should probably tell you these things more often. I'm gonna try my damndest going forward, to do just that. And to take care of you as you deserve." He stood up, "And now supper. Your favorite comfort foods on the menu. Pizza Hut pepperoni pan pizza—and a mac'n'white cheddar cheese that I made from a box mix myself."

"Will there be dessert," she asked, gifting him her sweetest smile—the first of the evening.

"Ben & Jerry's reverse chocolate chunk--"

"But they don't make that anymore!"

"I know," he winked, "But don't ask a sorcerer to reveal all his secrets, honey. There needs to be at least a little mystery to keep the spice in a relationship."

Sated on pizza, mac'n'cheese, and her all-time favorite ice cream, Beauty was feeling a whole world better than before she had stepped through the door of her flat. As they watched the magical romance, she shared with Stephen the things that had made her day so awful. Budget cuts at the Library meant she's have to lay off at least one staff member and truncate the Library Page program she'd started two years earlier. She'd found out that one of her students in the 5-8yr old reading group was battling leukemia and had been sent to St. Jude's Hospital in the hopes of getting lifesaving treatment. And shortly before she had initially texted Stephen, her brother had called with the sad news that his wife had miscarried four months into her pregnancy. In Stephen's arms, she found the exact comfort she had been needing, but hadn't wanted to impose upon his valuable time to ask for. 

The heavy emotions of the day, coupled with the carb heavy meal Beauty had consumed, finally asserted themselves as bone deep exhaustion. Though she was doing her best to stay awake, Stephen could feel her drifting off. He nuzzled the top of her head and tightened his arm around her. "You wanna go to bed, honey? We can pick up the movie where we left off, on another night."

"Uh-huh," she yawned, snuggling even closer, "I'd rather stay here with you, Stephen. It's been ages since I've felt this warm and cozy. I...I don't want it to end."

Stephen hummed agreeably. "I know the feeling, baby. I've been missing this more than I even realized. I'm not gonna let us go this long apart again. We both deserve better. So for now," he sighed, closing his eyes and resting his head atop hers, "Go to sleep, I will not leave you alone."

Secure in the care of the man she adored, Beauty slept more soundly than she had in months. In the morning, she awoke in her bed beside him, and it proved to be the beginning of a very beautiful day.

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[the-eldritch-sorcerer]

I Love You, In Every Universe

Welcome home, my love.

This is a romance-based RP blog for people’s favorite user of the Mystic Arts, Doctor Stephen Strange. If you have need for your magical husband/boyfriend, then I am here to help provide that for you. My rules are simple, listed below. I am here to help people when they’re having bad days and there’s very few things that I’m not willing to do for people. The thing I ask above all is that you please be respectful of other people in the blog. Don’t reach out to another person and antagonize them. Stephen belongs to all of you crazy little monsters in this world, whether it be you yourself or your original character. We all need a place where we can go to feel safe and loved.

Rules (As of October 2022)

Everyone has their own Multiverse, please don’t overlap your/your character’s story with someone else’s. These interactions are specifically designed to bring you and your character peace.

Please do not god mod. If you have something you want/need specifically, message me @purplefeathersandblackleather and I'll make sure to put it in my next post. I don't allow DM from people I don't follow. Sorry in advance.

If you want a specific designation, then introduce yourself/your character in your first ask using parenthesis so that I know exactly what you want Stephen to address you as.

DO NOT HATE on other people in the blog. This blog is LBGTQ+ friendly. Slander, hate speech and antagonism will cause in an immediate block and remove all posts of yours.

If you want to address me directly, then either note to “Admin” or use a blue heart emoji ( 💙 ) before your post.

No NSFW posts on the blog! This is meant to be a soft blog where it’s romantic, not sexual content. Insinuation/talk of romantic planning is allowed. If you wish for more intimate interactions, please tell me on my OG blog and we will discuss how to progress it so that it rounds back to dashboard posts.

Notes

The interactions work in chapters. After 20 reblogs, a new chapter will start so that I can keep track of everyone's Multiverse easier. In time, I will be putting these into actual story format with permissions. (11/02/2022)

This blog is LGBTQ friendly. Your/your character’s pronouns are important so please send me a ask with a blue heart to tell me what you wish to be addressed as before you actually begin interacting with Stephen.

This blog is also Strangecest, IronStrange, PalmerStrange friendly. If you wish to see Stephen interact with a canon character that you are playing, that is perfectly fine, as well.

Having children with Stephen - whether biologically or adopted - is fully accepted. You may mention your children by name or plan to have one with him at any time. Simply designate what you wish for in your ask.

Please keep cursing to a minimum if possible. I wish for my content to stay as family friendly as possible.

A Beautiful Stranger

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Beauty Lincoln Beauty Lincoln is a woman working as a music teacher and aspiring actress living in the heart of New York City. She's normally an upbeat, easy-going woman who fills many people's lives with happiness with her smile. But when her life is filled with turmoil and her smile begins to fade, she begs for a respite, and it calls out to a leader of the Mystic Arts. In turn, he sends his student Stephen Strange to help her. But maybe, there's more to their story than either of them believed there to be. Chapter One | Chapter Two @sobeautifullyobsessed

The Men with Broken Hearts

Relationship: Stephen Strange x Tony Stark Tony Stark has been going to meeting after meeting, working on building up partners for his company even though it's now under Pepper's management. It's been three in a month and he's starting to grow bored as well as frustrated. But just as he's about to leave the high-end function prematurely, he catches sight of Stephen Strange across the room. He's immediately drawn to him, the burning of familiarity of companionship floods through him at the sight of him, but there's much more to it than he realizes. Chapter One | @redandgoldwarhero

The Lady with the Emerald Eyes

Relationship: Sinister Strange x Erica Wainwright Erica has fallen into a dark and mysterious realm where the world seems to be ripping itself to shreds. But instead of being scared, she finds herself at peace as the memories of whatever happened before she came here vanish like smoke on the air. As she starts to find herself comforted by the silence, the dark, mysterious man who lives in this realm - who calls himself Sinister Strange - approached he after sensing her warm energy. She may just find what she felt she never had in her own world. Chapter One | Chapter Two @strangelockd

As the Rain Falls

Relationship: Stephen Strange x Damon Renner Summer has been a hard season for Damon and Stephen, with all the magical responsibilities they've taken on around the world. So, when the first day of Autumn offers them a respite as rain taps on the windows, they take the time to talk over feelings they've been harboring for a while. But Autumn comes with personal monsters of its own, and the two learn to fight their personal demons together as much as they do the magical ones outside the walls. Chapter One | Chapter Two @purplefeathersandblackleather

The Golden Web

Relationship: Stephen Strange x Natasha Romanoff Stephen has been visiting the same coffee shop for the last year since becoming the master of the New York Sanctum. His life is normal - as much as it could be given, he's a Master of the Mystic Arts - so he's quickly growing used to his new sense of normal. But when a beautiful, mysterious red-haired woman shows up as a new barista, barring scars left behind by magic, he gets the feeling his "new normal" may start taking a new turn. Chapter One | @shieldagentnatasharomanoff

The Crown Hangs Heavy on Either Side

Relationship: Stephen Strange x Nathan Kujo Nathan is an IT who has been hired by Tony Stark to put a "up to date" communications room in Stephen's Sanctum since the wizard refuses to be a part of the Avengers. The young man didn't realize that his entire world would soon become a mishmash of science and magic after meeting the Sorcerer Supreme for the first time. But young love often turns to deep affection. Chapter One | @daphnelovedderby

OC/Headcanon Blog: @purplefeathersandblackleather Tony Stark: @redandgoldwarhero Reader Inserts: @multiversemusings Art Blog: @greyinthecolorprism

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[purplefeathersandblackleather]

This blog is for headcanons and Damon Renner (OC) stories.

Side Blogs: Doctor Strange: @the-eldritch-sorcerer Tony Stark: @redandgoldwarhero Reader Inserts: @multiversemusings Art Blog: @greyinthecolorprism

Marvel Works

We Are Who We Are Characters: Doctor Strange & Cloak of Levitation

Friendship and Family Headcanons for 616 Strange Characters: Stephen Strange, America Chavez, Peter Parker, Wong & Reader

Friendship Headcanons for Strange Supreme Characters: What If Strange & Reader

Christmas With the Avengers Men Pairings: Avengers Member x Gender Neutral Reader

Friends' Works

You Have My Heart Pairing: Tony Stark x Gender Fluid Reader (@strangelockd) The Perfect Evening Pairing: Strange Supreme x Gender Fluid Reader (@strangelockd)

DC Works

Romance Headcanons Pairing: Doctor Fate x Reader

Sherlock Works

Valentine's Headcanons Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader Coming Soon

Valentine's Headcanons Pairing: John Watson x Reader Coming Soon

Friends' Works

Let Me Do This for You Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Daniel Stewart (Male OC) (@strangelockd)

Outside Fandoms

Staying the Night With Harry Dresden Headcanons Pairing: Harry Dresden, Hrothbert & Reader Coming Soon

Threads With Others

The Rain Falls (With @the-eldritch-sorcerer) Pairing: Doctor Strange x Damon Renner (Male Original Character) Chapter One | Chapter Two

One Day You'll Understand (With @redandgoldwarhero) Pairing: Tony Stark x Damon Renner Chapter One Have You Seen My Stephen? (With @sobeautifullyobsessed) Characters: Beauty Lincoln & Damon Renner Coming Soon

When I See You Smile (With @strangelockd) Characters: Stephen Strange x Tony Stark Chapter One |

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Art Works

The Meeting (Commission for @darsynia) Sketch | Line Art | Flat Colors | Finished Product

The Mirror's Gonna Fog Tonight (Gift for @the-eldritch-sorcerer) Sketch | Line Art | Flat Colors | Finished Product

Photograph (Gift for @sobeautifullyobsessed) Sketch | Line Art | Flat Colors | Finished Product

Unconditionally: Defender Strange's Dress Sketch | Line Art | Flat Colors | Finished Product

Live For Now Sketch | Line Art | Flat Colors | Finished Product

Seeking Out the Danger (Birthday Gift for @strangelockd) Sketch | Flat Colors | Finished Product

Be My Escape Sketch | Line Art | Flat Colors | Finished Product

It's Hanging in the Air Sketch | Line Art | Flat Colors | Finished Product

Our Dream Ended Long Ago Sketch | Line Art | Flat Colors | Finished Product

Road to Redemption Sketch | Line Art | Flat Colors | Finished Product

Strange (Animal Crossing character) Sketch | Line Art | Flat Colors | Finished Product

Bear Me No Witness Sketch | Line Art | Flat Colors | Finished Product

Echoes and Ghosts in My Head Sketch | Line Art | Flat Colors | Finished Product

The One Sketch | Line Art | Flat Colors | Finished Product

Take A Step Before You Leap Sketch | Line Art | Flat Colors | Finished Product

I Know Those Eyes Sketch | Line Art | Flat Colors | Finished Product

Guardian Of the Graveyard (Commission for saphoblin) Finished Product

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[urwarriorangel]

<3 urwarriorangel’s writing challenge <3

hello my darling angels! i have started a writing challenge because i want to read more of what you write. i’m calling this a challenge because that’s what i’ve read others call it? rules are listed below! all submissions will be read by yours truly and (if they follow the p basic rules) i will post them all on a masterlist! i will reblog them and give you feedback because that’s what should happen regardless and also i love you guys! (gif not mine!)

rules

*no rape/incest/underage sex/etc.

*if you choose to write smut, you must be 18+!!! the characters you’re writing for must be 18+!!

*must be character x reader! you can write for multiple characters, but it still must be a reader insert!

*it’s first come first serve for characters, meaning there are character limits. multiple people can write for the same character, but they are capped. so please message me as soon as you see a character you want to write for!

*only one prompt per fic! (bonus points if you use any of my original prompts lol!) (also prompts can only be used once)

*triggers must be tagged. if there are any triggers in your fic, you must have a trigger warning. i cannot emphasize this enough.

*fic should be at least 500 words, if it’s longer (which please make it as long as you’d like!) you have to add a ‘read more’

*must tag me in the fic and use # urwarriorangelwritingchallenge <3

*fic should be a new original, not an old piece being resubmitted or a part of an already existing series. (you can write a series for this challenge if you’d like!)

*bonus points if you’re a poc!writer with a poc!reader <3 <3 <3

*you must respect the sexuality of the character! if you would like for an lgbtq+ character, their sexuality should not change in the fic. thank you!

*please send me a message with the character(s) you’d like to write for and the prompt!

example: damon salvatore + “i don’t know how much longer i can go on”

~the masterlist will be posted on august 13th! (if this goes well aka if people participate i would love to do this more often!)~

categories allowed:

anything your heart desires. if you’re going to write fluff please keep it compelling! add a few different styles together! give me some angst, some smut. make it a mystery! i mean absolutely no disrespect to those who write/read only fluff, but personally i find fluff a little more fun when it’s got multiple components! (if you write only fluff, please go ahead and write fluff! i will read it and i’m sure i’ll love it! these are just my personal preferences!)

i love aus very much, so please don’t shy away from them!

characters & prompts under the cut!

characters (five slots for each character)

agents of shield

al mackenzie antoine “trip” triplett daisy “skye” johnson grant ward jemma simmons lance hunter leopold fitz lincoln campbell

brooklyn 99

amy santiago charles boyle gina linetti jake peralta raymond holt rosa diaz terrence jeffords

buffy the vampire slayer

angel buffy summers cordelia chase rupert giles william the bloody aka spike

criminal minds

aaron hotchner david rossi derek morgan elle greenaway emily prentiss jennifer jareau luke alvez penelope garcia spencer reid

defenders-ish

billy russo frank castle jessica jones luke cage matt murdock

friends

chandler bing joey tribbiani monica geller phoebe buffay rachel green ross geller

game of thrones

arya stark benjen stark daenerys targaryen eddard stark jaime lannister jon snow khal drogo robb stark samwell tarly sansa stark tyrion lannister

gossip girl

blair waldorf carter baizen chuck bass dan humphrey nate archibald serena van der woodsen vanessa abrams

harry potter

draco malfoy fred weasley george weasley harry potter hermione granger remus lupin ronald weasley sirius black (young) tom riddle

hawaii five-0

adam noshimuri chin ho kelly daniel williams kono kalakaua michael noshimuri steve mcgarrett

jane the virgin

adam alvaro jane gloriana villanueva petra solano rafael solano

lucky number slevin

slevin kelevra

mcu

bruce banner aka hulk brunnhilde aka my valkyrie queen bucky barnes aka winter soldier clint barton aka hawkeye drax aka the destroyer erik stevens aka killmonger gamora aka um need we say more? janet van dyne aka wasp loki aka loki m’baku aka you already know mantis aka mantis aka a fucking cutie may parker aka ailf nakia aka loml okoye aka incredible badass peggy carter aka kickass peter parker aka spider-man peter quill aka star-lord pietro maximoff aka quicksilver sam wilson aka falcon scott lang aka antman shuri aka an angel stephen strange aka dr. strange steve rogers aka captain america t’challa aka black panther thor aka thor tony stark aka iron-man wanda maximoff aka scarlet witch

new girl

coach nick miller

pretty little liars

aria montgomery caleb rivers emily fields ezra fitz hanna marin jason dilaurentis mona vanderwaal noel kahn spencer hastings wren kingston

reign

francis mary stuart nostradamus sebastian

riverdale

archie andrews betty cooper cheryl blossom fangs fogarty fp jones fred andrews jason blossom josie mccoy jughead jones kevin keller malachai charles!reggie mantle ross!reggie mantle sweet pea toni topaz valerie brown veronica lodge

shadowhunters

alec lightwood clary fray isabelle lightwood jace herondale lucian grey magnus bane simon lewis

teen wolf

allison argent chris argent cora hale derek hale isaac lahey jackson whittermore jordan parrish kira yukimura liam dunbar lydia martin malia tate peter hale scott mccall stiles stilinski theo raeken

the 100

bellamy blake clarke griffin echo finn collins jasper jordan john murphy king roan lexa lincoln monty green nathan miller octavia blake ontari raven reyes wells jaha

the originals

davina claire elijah mikaelson freya mikaelson hayley marshall kol mikaelson lucian castle niklaus mikaelson marcel gerard rebekah mikaelson

the vampire diaries

bonnie bennett caroline forbes damon salvatore elena gilbert jeremy gilbert katherine pierce malachi parker mary louise matt donovan nora hildegard olivia parker tyler lockwood stefan salvatore sybil

x-men

alex summers aka havok charles xavier aka young!professor x erik lehnsherr aka magneto hank mccoy aka beast jean grey aka phoenix logan aka wolverine peter maximoff aka quiksilver ororo monroe aka storm raven darkholme aka mystique

prompts (once someone requests a prompt, i will update the list! list will be updated once a day, if multiple people ask for a prompt in between updates, i will give it to the first person who sent me an ask. i realize that there are more character options than there are prompts, i did this because i don’t think too many people will participate. if we ever run out, i will add more prompts! example of request: klaus mikaelson + “give me a chance”)

(rfaimagining)

angst

1: “ give me a chance. ”

2: “ not you again.. ”

3: “ leave me alone. ”

4: “ i don’t love you anymore. ”

5: “ why do you hate me? ”

6: “ i lost the baby. ”

7: “ i thought you loved me. ”

8: “ i don’t need you anymore. ”

9:“ i can’t believe you! ”

10: “ we can't keep this up forever. ”

11: “ you’re a monster. ”

12: “ i hate you. ”

13: “ don’t leave me… ”

14: “ you’re a disappointment. ”

15: “ don’t die on me– please. ”

16: “ i never meant to hurt you. ”

17: “ are you upset with me? ”

18: “ i wish i’d never met you. ”

19: “ i’m going to kill you! ”

20: “ please don’t hurt me like this. ”

21: “ thanks for nothing. ”

22: “ dont call this number again. “

23: “ why did you spare me? ”

24: “ you need to leave. ”

25: “ i’m sick. ”

26: “ i’m dying. ”

27: “ i wish i’d never met you. ”

28: “ i thought we were family!”

29: “ there was never an us. ”

30: “ so that’s it? it’s over? ”

31: “ i fucked up. ”

32: “ i came to say goodbye. ”

33:“ he’s dead because of you. ”

34: “ i don’t deserve to be loved. ”

35: “ about the baby… its yours. ”

love

36: “ i’m so in love with you. ”

37: “ dance with me! ”

38: “ isn’t this amazing? ”

39: “ i wish we could stay like this forever. ”

40: “ will you marry me? ”

41: “ i’m pregnant. ”

42: “ i need a hug. ”

43: “ you’re special to me. ”

44: “ i’m going to keep you safe. ”

45: “ do you trust me? ”

46: “ can i kiss you right now? ”

47: “ you’re cute when you’re angry. ”

48: “ i’ve liked you for awhile now. ”

49: “ let’s have a baby. ”

50: “ we’d make such a cute couple. ”

51: “ i want to take care of you. ”

52: “ can we cuddle? ”

53: “ it’s lonely here without you. ”

54: “ i can’t stand the thought of losing you. ”

55: “ shut up and kiss me already. ”

56: “ are you flirting with me? ”

57: “ is that my shirt? ”

58: “ how did we get here? ”

59: “ you own my heart. ”

60: “ you’d be a great dad. ”

61: “ you’d be a great mom. ”

62: “ i want to protect you. ”

63: “ what's the matter? ”

64: “ you’re so beautiful. ”

65: “ did you do something different with your hair? ”

66: “ is that a new perfume? ”

67: “ stop being so cute. ”

68: “ you’re making me blush! ”

69: “ you’re teasing me again… ”

70: “ this is why i fell in love with you. ”

71: “ you’re the best! ”

72: “ they’re going to love you, don’t worry! ”

73: “ oh, are you ticklish? ”

74: “ of course i remembered! ”

75: “ you’re one hell of a girl. ”

76: “ you’re one hell of a guy. ”

77: “ are you jealous? ”

78: “ hold me and never let me go. ”

79: “ stop hogging all the blankets! ”

80: “ lets run away together. ”

misc

90: “ catch me if you can! ”

91: “ i’m fine. ”

92: “ are you drunk? ”

93: “ are you high? ”

94: “ we can't go in there… ”

95: “ give it back! ”

96: “ well this is just great. ”

97: “ don’t touch me. ”

98: “ not sure if you could tell, but i’m not exactly a people person. ”

99: “ this was fun— let's do it again sometime!”

100: “ i didn’t do it! ”

101: “ i did it… ”

102: “ i don’t remember that! ”

103: “ well that’s pretty rude of you to say. ”

104: “ get that thing away from me! ”

105: “ you owe me. ”

106: “ do you believe in aliens? ”

107: “ do you believe in ghosts? ”

108: “ are you hitting on me? ”

109: “ why are you naked? ”

110: “ you did what?! ”

111: “ you have… superpowers? ”

112: “ why are you bleeding? ”

113: “ where did all these puppies come from?”

114: “ don’t make me come over there myself! ”

115: “ that wasn’t funny. ”

116: “ this tastes horrible. ”

117: “ this is delicious! ”

118: “ are you mad at me? ”

119: “ stop ignoring me… ”

120: “ i love that show too! ”

121: “ can i borrow that book of yours?”

122: “ let's blow this joint. ”

123: “ let me help you with that. ”

124: “ take that back! ”

125: “ wanna go see a movie with me? ”

126: “ no way, that’s so lame. ”

127: “ what are you listening to? ”

128: “ i brought you your coffee. ”

129: “ don’t fuck this up. ”

130: “ run! ”

131: “ lets run away together. ”

132: “ i haven’t slept in four days… ”

133: “ your turn to do the dishes. ”

134: “ was i really that drunk? ”

135: “ was i really that stoned? ”

136: “give me back my phone! ”

137: “ you’re an asshole. ”

138: “ are you cold? ”

139: “ this place gives me the creeps. ”

140: “ i swear my house is haunted. ”

141: “ did you hear that? ”

142: “ it’s just your imagination. ”

143: “ just how stupid do you think i am? ”

144: “ stop being such a baby. ”

145: “ go back to bed. ”

146: “ are you okay? ”

147: “ i can take care of myself just fine.”

148: “ thanks for helping me back there. ”

149: “ since when have we ever been friends? ”

150: “ what on earth are you wearing? ”

151: “ i can’t feel my legs! ”

152: “ stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ”

153: “ put me down! ”

154: “ there’s only one bed… ”

155: “ it isn’t what it looks like! okay.. maybe it is… ”

156: “ how did i lose it? ”

157: “ i read your diary. ”

158: “ this is awkward. ”

159: “ didn’t you read the sign? ”

160: “ do you think you can teach me that? ”

nsfw

161: “ bite me. ”

162: “ make me. ”

163: “ fuck me. ”

164: “ stop teasing me so much… ”

165: “ do you like it when i touch you like that?”

166: “ okay.. this is new. ”

167: “ want to head back to my place and have a little fun? ”

168: “ you’re in trouble now. ”

169: “ what a pretty sight. ”

170: “ bend over. ”

171: “ on your knees. ”

172: “ the food looks great but.. there’s something much more delicious i’d like to eat right now. ”

173: “ lay back. ”

174: “ take off your clothes. ”

175: “ well, fine; just this once. ”

176: “ i’m waiting. ”

177: “ you’re so beautiful. ”

178:“ as you wish. ”

179: “ first one to make a noise loses.”

180: “ you have no idea what you do to me. ”

181: “ if you’re bored; wanna have sex? ”

182: “ i've wanted this for so long. ”

183: “ car sex looks so much more easier in the movies. ”

184: “ can i touch you? ”

185: “ open up. ”

186: “ no strings attached. ”

187: “ already? do i really have that much of an effect on you? ”

188: “ mine. ”

189: “ the nights still young. ”

190: “ we can't do that here! ”

191: “ behave. ”

192:“ what did you just say? ”

193: “ good girl. ”

194: “ good boy. ”

195: “ come here. ”

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196: “are you going to come here, or are you going to make me come get you myself?”

197: “don’t look at me like that, you brought this on yourself.”

198: “stay still, squirming will make it worse.”

199: “keep count. if you lose it, we’re starting over. understand?”

200: “go get me the cane.”

201: “take your shirt off and put your hands up against the wall.”

202: “open your mouth. i’m putting the gag in so your screaming won’t alarm someone.”

203: “did you disobey my orders?”

204: “i thought i told you not to touch that?”

205: “have you finished everything i told you to do?”

206: “if you don’t stop acting like this, i’ll be forced to use different tactics.”

207: “your skin turns so red under my palm.”

208: “bend over the back of the couch.”

209: “you might want to bite something, the whip has a bite to it.”

210: “come here and bend over my lap.”

211: “i’m tired of your smart mouth.”

212: “you’re really hot.”

213: “oh, don’t mind me. just enjoying the view.”

214: “you know, those/that ______ of yours are/is pretty distracting.”

215: “hot damn.”

216: “so, you come here often?”

217: “well, well. my night just got better.”

218: “is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

219: “you have got a great ass.”

220: “hey, i’m open minded.”

221: “you enjoying the view over there?”

222: “keep sweet-talking and this could go a whole new direction.”

223: “don’t be bashful. you know you want to.”

224: “you can have me any way you’d like, baby.”

225: “you wanna move this conversation someplace more private?”

226: “i’m off in a few minutes, you know.”

227:“it’s been a long day. why don’t we help each other unwind?”

228: “i think it’s about time we stop avoiding the obvious.”

229: “i’m gonna be honest with you. i’m really horny, and you’re really hot. can we fuck? like, now?”

230: “i wanna see you get naked.”

231: “you like how i bend over for you, huh?”

232: “you’re getting me all worked up.”

233: “what do we have here?”

234: "i see someone’s happy to see me.”

235: “play your cards right, and i just might have to put you on speed dial.”

236: “you like that, don’t you?”

237: “how do you want me?”

238: “i’m sure we can put those lips to better use.”

239: “i want you. right here. right now.”

240: “god, you’re perfect.”

241: “i really like a man who’s good with his hands.”

242: “i’d be more than happy to show you a good time, if you’re looking for one.”

243: “i saw that. you just checked me out.”

244: “you look real good in that suit/dress/skirt/outfit.”

245: “you wanna help me out of this ___?” (insert article clothing here.)

246: “can i keep you?”

247: “you’re such a tease.”

248: “oh my, looks like i/you dropped something.”

249: “i love it when you talk dirty.”

250: “i can’t stop thinking about your hands on me.”

251: “i think you’ll be happy to know that i’m not wearing any underwear.”

252: “i really want to take you home and get you out of all those clothes.”

253: “it’s like you want to ruin men/women for me.”

#urwarriorangelswritingchallenge

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Ten Things to Do in Chicago This Week

Don’t-miss picks for October 25 through October 31, 2018

1 Night of 1,000 Jack-o’-Lanterns

Seasonal:As the name would indicate, there are, in fact, more than 1,000 pumpkins on display at this family-friendly Halloween standby, each one a carefully carved work of art. In the jack-o’-lanterns’ spectral glow, the gardens take on a spooky and autumnal atmosphere best enjoyed with a hot cup of cocoa or cider (spiked, if you’re a grownup) in hand. Through 10/28. $13–$18. Chicago Botanic Garden. chicagobotanic.org

2 Elton John

Rock:In January, John told Anderson Cooper he would be retiring from touring, stating, “My priorities are now my children and my husband and my family.” It’s a blow to longtime fans, but John won’t make his final exit until he completes a three-year international tour. 10/26–27. $181–$1,392. United Center. ticketmaster.com

3 Jessica Sladek

Art:In this emerging photographer’s Wait-A-While series, a tradition of bucolic landscape imagery (think Ansel Adams) is turned on its head — or rather, its roots. Focusing tightly on dirt, holes, and generally what’s beneath the feet, Sladek has an eye for finding the overlooked beauty of everyday nature. FREE 10/26–12/29. Schneider Gallery. schneidergallerychicago.com

4 Chicago Home Movie Day

Film:Each year, locals dust off and trot out their best (i.e., most pedestrian and mildly amusing) works of amateur film — specifically, those that are actually on film, in a format like 16 mm, 8 mm, or Super 8. Watching someone else’s home movies might sound about as much fun as, well, watching someone else’s home movies, but don’t be surprised if you leave the auditorium misty-eyed: There’s something undeniably powerful about seeing people and places frozen in time. FREE 10/27 at 11 a.m. Chicago History Museum. chicagofilmarchives.org

5 Nine Inch Nails

Rock:Back with its ninth studio album, Bad Witch, after four years away, Trent Reznor’s morbid industrial-rock outfit hasn’t lost any of its creepy power. Gen-X goths and younger fans who’ve flocked to NIN’s music won’t want to miss this rare tour. 10/25–27. $101–$143. Aragon Ballroom. ticketmaster.com

6 Jonathan Richman

Rock:The Modern Lovers produced just one album before dissolving in 1974, and that self-titled work is considered by some critics to be the germ of punk rock. Richman, the band’s idiosyncratic frontman, has developed something of a cult following ever since, even as he turns his back on the aesthetic trappings of punk. Though Richman now favors an acoustic guitar and a tempo more suited to easy listening than a mosh pit, his songwriting remains as strangely compelling as ever. 10/27 at 9 p.m. $18–$28. Thalia Hall. eventbrite.com

7 Keep Moving: Designing Chicago’s Bicycle Culture

Design:The bicycle is a symbol of personal freedom: the open road, the fresh air, the solitary sense of movement and power. This exhibit celebrates design innovations of the humble bike, including ephemera from Chicago’s top manufacturers then and now, like Schwinn, founded here in 1895, as well as reflections on why the local cycling community is so alluring. FREE 10/27–3/3. Design Museum of Chicago. designchicago.org

8 Jeff Arcuri

Comedy:Earlier this year, the standup made his Late Show with Stephen Colbert debut, and now he’s returning to the city where he got his start. Before he headed to New York, the earnest, upbeat comic hosted and produced the Chicago-based showcase This Week’s Show and regularly appeared at Laugh Factory, Comedy Bar, and Zanies, where he’ll be headlining. 10/29–31. $25. Zanies. chicago.zanies.com

9 Ina Garten: The Barefoot Contessa

Food/Lecture:On this tour, the beloved and inescapable restaurateur, cookbook author, and television personality shares stories and recipes from throughout her gastronomic journey and gives a sneak peek at her new book, Cooking Like a Pro — autographed copies of which will be available at the theater. 10/30 at 7:30 p.m. $53–$73. Chicago Theatre. ticketmaster.com

10 Kreutzer Connection

Classical:The Chamber Music Society of Lincoln Center builds a program around Beethoven’s “Kreutzer,” a violin sonata, and Leoš Janáček’s “Kreutzer Sonata” for string quartet, then interposes a work by the actual Kreutzer, a famous violinist who never actually played the Beethoven piece dedicated to him. 10/30 at 7:30 p.m. $30–$70. Harris Theater. harristheaterchicago.org

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My Review of CSC's Production of Assassins, or someone forgot their mask and an usher took them outside, I heard a gunshot but I think it was unrelated.

Below is my review of the 11/20/2021 matinee of Assassins, more or less. The formatting is a bit weird on here, but I hope it doesn't deter you too much, and I hope you enjoy! Also, this may contain minor spoilers for the show.

photo cred Julieta Cervantes x.

This afternoon I had the pleasure of going into Manhattan and seeing Classic Stage Company’s production of Assassins. It’s a dark Sondheim musical with a bit of a rocky past, a show that never seems to come out at the “right” time. It first premiered Off-Broadway in 1990, as America “just fully embraced the Gulf War.” The country was hyped-up on patriotism, and the show was ill-fated to make a Broadway transfer. Roundabout Theatre Company was going to revive it on Broadway 10 years later, September 2001. It was, for obvious reasons, put on hold again, but when it was revived in 2004, it held fast, garnering Tony awards, high praise, and a Broadway cast recording. (There is also an off-Broadway original recording, and there was a London production). Needless to say, the Assassins I saw was set for CSC’s beautiful intimate theatre, and the cast were well into the rehearsal process. The month was March, the year 2020…. And then you know the rest. It returned in previews on 11/2. As you can imagine the musical, like its subject matter, struggles at times to find the right audience, to find its right moment.

I’d beg the question: is there ever a wrong moment for this story to be told? Inspired by a play written by Charles Gilbert Jr, and made into a musical with readings in 1979 with music by Stephen Sondheim and a book by John Weidman, Assassins follows 9 people in American history, 4 of whom successfully assassinated a president. We see oddly familiar characters in American pop culture and history, like John Wilkes Booth and Lee Harvey Oswald, as well as a handful of other figures, whose assassinations and attempts don’t garner nearly as much airtime or conspiracy documentaries and deep-dives. I am not the best with U.S. history, and while I knew there were other assassinations and attempts besides Lincoln’s and Kennedy’s, Assassins gives just enough detail on these others, working as a bit of character-study. The show imagines the minds and motivations of the lesser-known “villains” of our great nation. I learned of Leon Czolgosz, who successfully shot and killed William McKinley, of 2 failed attempts on Gerald Ford’s life, the first (and so far only) legitimate attempts women made on a president’s life, and the slightly confusing tale of Charles Guiteau.

The cast is simply STACKED, and includes Broadway heavy-hitters like Will Swenson (Guiteau), Steven Pasquale (Booth), Ethan Slater of Spongebob the Musical fame, who plays an impressive double duty as the Balladeer and Lee Harvey Oswald. It also includes an immensely talented ensemble, who trade off duties as announcers, witnesses to presidential murder, accomplices to assassins, and- oh yeah- they play multiple instruments while they’re at it. This is a sort of calling-card of director John Doyle’s work, whose similar staging and stripped-back versions of Company and Sweeney Todd have received criticism and acclaim. In Assassins, cast members employ instruments to keep everything in close-quarters, and they often use traditional folk instruments to imbue history- history in sound that is already built into Sondheim's score. Although there was a small orchestra pit hidden away behind the presidential seal, the musicians incorporate the music in a unique way, and heighten the strange, surreal feeling of the show, and its carnival game-like setup. Toting guitars, banjos, playing beautiful violin and flute arrangements and clad in red, white, and blue boilersuits, they certainly stand out. The CSC stage is painted with a bold American flag, and acts almost as a catwalk, jutting out into the crowd, where seats surround it on three sides. It is essentially a theatre-in-the-round, and sitting only about 175 people, there isn’t a bad seat in the house. The actors stare and smile, look about pleadingly, and above all, wave many, many guns about.

photo by Julieta Cervantes x.

The show starts with The Proprietor, played enthusiastically by Eddie Cooper, who convincingly offers guns to the cast as they come into view. They sing “Everybody’s Got The Right,” and the Proprietor, along with Bianca Horn, who in part plays Emma Goldman, act as part carnival ring-leader, and part armorer, convincing the desperate and groaning would-be assassins to pick up a gun from their folded American flags, as “everybody’s got the right to be happy.” Leon Czolgosz is singled-out first, a nervous and wary Polish-American played expertly by Brandon Uranowitz. Soon, others follow, and the cast moves around the stage, leaving John Wilkes Booth to become our first assassin. He screams “Sic semper tyrannis!”, and our musical truly begins.

The show weaves back-and-forth a bit through history, checking in on Lynette “Squeaky” Fromme played by Tavi Gevinson and Sara Jane Moore, played by Judy Kuhn. While the two didn’t conspire together in real life, they have a similar target, and similar interests it seems. The show fictitiously pairs them together, allowing them to play off their differences, which are of the normal sort, one believes Charles Manson is the son of God, and the other thinks Colonel Sanders looks like her father. We check in occasionally with Samuel Byck, played by Andy Grotelueschen. He’s clad in a bright red Santa suit, partially disheveled, and rambles on to Leonard Bernstein with the assistance of a microphone, a tape recorder, and a plan to send off his cassette when he finishes talking. Byck is one of the failed assassins, but garners an impressive amount of time in the musical. He is a highlight, and his appearances are mostly solo, which allows Grotelueschen to shine with long, humorous monologues and rambles, where he breaks into song, albeit to bitterly quote West Side Story.

No role feels too small amongst our assassins, as the failed and successful have just about the same amount of focus on them. Will Swenson’s Charles Guiteau finds himself hamming-up the audience during the scene where he shoots James Garfield, who appears in the form of a picture, like all the other presidents, on a round screen above the stage. Swenson spins around and dances, oscillating from reciting “I Am Going to the Lordy” almost somberly, to cakewalking around for his character’s ballad. In other parts of the show he teaches a character how to hold a gun, and like Wesley Taylor’s Giuseppe Zangara, seems to not have many regrets.

One by one, we focus-in on our killers and wannabe killers, who clutch their stomachs in pain, shoot repeatedly to no avail, and find themselves at the end of a noose. If not anything else, Assassins highlights a sort of person fueled by desperation, fueled by the need for acknowledgment. Some answer to their higher power, “Squeaky” Fromme believes killing Ford will allow her to reunite with Manson in court, and John Hinkley Jr. is driven by his obsessive love for Hollywood star Jodie Foster. Both believe killing the president will earn them love from those they admire, which gives us the duet “Unworthy of Your Love,” a song not only beautiful and creepy, but fascinating. Like much of Assassins, “Unworthy” sees two people from different moments in history interacting, and it places Hinkley and Fromme together, to highlight both their desperation, and their foolishness.

photo by Julieta Cervantes x.

Santa-clad Hyck and an often doubled-over Zangara have the most unclear motives, with the musical having us believe Hyck is trying to make a statement by dropping a plane on the White House (although, what statement?) and the Zangara needs to do something about his stomach pains. Guiteau felt he was owed a job from President Garfield, and while it becomes a bit of a witty refrain “would you like to be the wife of the Ambassador to France?” he asks Sara Jane Moore, it is just another testament to the desperation we see. All the characters are clutching onto an idea of the American Dream, of a country or a people that have failed them.

Uranowitz’s Czolgosz is fueled in part by love, but mostly out of the need to do something, anything about his life, and feels to be written the most complexly. Throughout interactions with the others, and during an inspired performance of “The Gun Song,” we learn Czolgosz feels beaten down and tired. He works a factory job, making 6 cents an hour, he feels what he does is not enough, and he feels he was cheated somehow. Uranowitz’s Czolgosz speaks with a considerably strong Polish accent, and his eyes glitter, often with tears. He begins following an anarchist activist, wishing to do something about his own helplessness, about the job he cannot “just quit,” as a character jokes, about the country that forces him to work while other men are lauded and applauded, waving behind podiums.

Photo by Julieta Cervantes x.

The faults with Assassins feel small, and are built into the musical itself, not this unique production. In a perfect world, every character would have their own moment, their own explanation, and their own song. The CSC performance was 125 minutes, without intermission, and while it is certainly a shorter show than some of the current monoliths of Broadway, like Chicago and the Phantom of the Opera, it introduces each character, sets up the shot so to say, and then tries to get out of the way. There’s less music than I thought, but it would also feel weird to see Hyck, the cassette tape rambler, to suddenly have a whole number. It is here that Assassins plays to its strengths. Rather than a tedious song that might not move along the semi-plot laid out before us, it focuses on highlighting each assassin in the best way it can, picking and choosing dialogue over songs based on the individual character.

Wesley Taylor’s Zangara pleads in Italian during “November 22, 1963”, yet his character’s integrity isn’t lost, as his impassioned words are translated and affirmed by the others. We see Slater’s Balladeer get disrobed of his coveralls and by prodding and force from Pasquale’s John Wilkes Booth, he becomes the Assassin to Rule Them All, so to speak, the man who will inspire Adam Chanler-Berat’s John Hinkely Jr. in later years, the one who will bring real credence to their struggles, and put their names in the papers once more. Lee Harvey Oswald. As this evolution occurs and the shot rings out atop the Texas School Book Depository the cast all stand on the stage, coming together, in a twisted sense, to embody their American Dreams.

Assassins focuses on desperation in its characters up until the end, when in some disastrous bait-and-switch, they learn they get no “prize” for their actions as promised, but infamy. Each character is beaten down for their beliefs, for the way they love, the way they seek love, and for the pain only they seem to feel. The only way out, or, in many cases, the only way for attention, for them to be seen, is for them to choose violence. The presidents are never really the cause for anguish, as they primarily stand as figureheads for the unjust America our assassins see, boiled down into one shootable figure. This is a show about gun violence, yes, but it is also about equal rights, of isolation, the often frivolous promise of the American Dream, and the culture of celebrity that emboldens people to become larger than life. These are lonely people, yes, and the show allows room for sympathy towards them, but makes a distinction as well through its dark humor that yes, these people are down and hurting but yes, they are foolish to think their actions will change anything. It both uplifts the misfits in the group saying “everybody’s got the right to be different,” and puts them down, taunting them when they miss a shot, forcing them to feel the intensity of their failures. Some of these people are still alive today. Most are still talked about and taught in classes, as what-not-to-dos or gossiped about as comrades to the working man, harbingers for change in the country, misguided low-lives with something to prove.

Assassins works now because it's in a small theatre, it's intimate, and it's immediate. It is easy to confront the scared eyes of a gun-wielding murderer when they glance shiftily into your own, as the CSC assassins often do. During the finale, the reprise of “Everybody’s Got The Right,” an image of wannabe assassins appears on the circular screen, but it is not of our characters. It is a still image of MAGA hat-wearing rioters on the January 6th insurrection, and Doyle’s production allows us to fill in the blanks here, on what type of desperation they must have held.

shot of the stage from our seats, by me.

There are constraints and oddities with the small stage and large cast, and many move to a sort of waiting-room area in the back of the stage when not needed, donning American flag facemasks. This is certainly a point where many audience members might feel the production misses on, as everyone present has been vaccinated, and every theatre-goer wears masks of their own. But Doyle’s production uses its unfortunate history with the pandemic to its advantage, masking and unmasking its heroes and villains, who stand in their period clothing like near reflections of the seated crowd. There’s an acknowledgment here, a oneness. After all, aren’t we all American? they seem to ask, aren’t we just like you?

Assassins is also difficult sometimes because of the breadth of characters and stories needed to be told, in a compact and mostly understandable way. As mentioned earlier, despite a truly amazing performance by Wesley Taylor, Guiseppe Zangara gets boiled down to a guy with a hurt stomach, and even after declaring he’s not “right” or “left,” the lack of clear motivations unfortunately muddles up the show quite a bit. The cast move fluidly through time and space, reality and fiction, and always reemerge after being put to death, or disappearing, or in Hyck’s case, making airplane arms and walking off-stage. The fates of these characters is sometimes unclear, but it makes the point that what happened after didn’t matter too much. Whether they did it for their country, or for love, or for what Booth encourages Oswald to seek- people to feel passionately about him- they did it.

Overall, I really enjoyed this performance. I had my fears returning to the theatre, viewing a show with a rocky past, and seeing my first Off-Broadway production. But with a score by Stephen Sondheim and book by John Weidman, a stage perfect for imaginative interpretation and an intimate experience, and a cast full of some of the most talented people in New York, this show was a delight. The acting was often funny, sometimes scary, and always engrossing. The singing was passionate and pointed (although debatable if loud enough, it was hard to tell if any of the leads were mic’d, or if not, projecting loud enough over the music), and the sheer closeness of the story to life and current events was both exhilarating and terrifying. It is hard to pinpoint any one performance because all of them were done fantastically and expertly, but my favorites were:

Every time Brandon Uranowitz was on stage. No, literally, he nearly stole the show with just how convincing he was. In every way, his physicality and movements, his troubled voice and accent, his glittering eyes, his scene with Bianca Horn as Emma Goldman, and The Gun Song, it was all so incredible, so above and beyond. Yes, I came into the show with a heavy Brandon Uranowitz bias, and firmly believe he is a modern day great, if not just for how good he was in the Falsettos revival, but really, it hurt to see his character walk off the stage each time he did. Truly so good.

Andy Grotelueschen as Samuel Byck, plotting to kill Nixon. He’s wearing a Santa suit which is delightfully and hysterically left unexplained (although the context/choice in this costume is kind of interesting). It becomes a one man show when he is on, he has a dry humor, and gets the audience laughing through his serious mutterings, holding his invisible steering wheel in a one handed-grip, driving his truck towards the airport to hijack a plane. The image of the plane flying, or rather the image that is created during that scene with his arms outstretched and the sound of a plane rumbling is one of the best of the whole show. Strangely beautiful.

The duet between Adam Chanler-Berat and Tavi Gevinson, who play John Hinkley Jr. and Lynette “Squeaky” Fromme respectively. It just sounds so beautiful and it's so strange and it works even though by all laws of time and space it shouldn’t work. Hinkley Jr’s got his guitar, staring lovingly and creepily at a press photo of Jodie Foster, and Fromme shows off a newspaper clipping of Charles Manson, in a ha! my love is real and your love is fake moment. It’s crazy and it's so entertaining because it just somehow works.

Lastly, Katrina Yaukey as my favorite multi-tasking ensemble player. Special shout-out. There’s a moment when she’s lying on her back with her limbs splayed out with some of the other instrumentalists for… reasons?? And she plays the most beautiful flute… I was a fan. Go team.

Everyone was great in this production, talented, funny, and it was truly electrifying being so close to the stage, and so close to so many accomplished actors. Not in a John Hinkley Jr wants to be close to Jodie Foster way. But CSC truly had such an exhilarating and welcoming environment. I left and I kept repeating “I cannot believe how small the theatre was,” and “I love how small it was.” Assassins may only have a small, limited run, in a small, off-Broadway theatre, but make no mistake. This show is huge. Don’t miss out on it.

★★★★☆

#assassins #stephen sondheim #theatre #Jill Writes Reviews

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Audiobook Reading List 2017

Another year gone by, Another Reading list completed. Not as many as last year, but quite empressive all the same in my opinion.

 Here goes!

  Michael Phillip Cash Monsterland

Larry Correia Grunge

Larry Correia Sinners

Carrie Fisher Postcards From The Edge

Melinda DuChamp Fifty Shades of Alice in Wonderland

Terry Goodkind Nest

Mark Cain Hell's Super

Mark Cain A Cold Day in Hell

Mark Cain Deal with the Devil

Mark Cain The Reluctant Demon

Kevin J. Anderson Resurrection, Inc

Joseph John The Eighth Day

Jonathan Ryan 3 Gates of the Dead

Andr Alexis Fifteen Dogs

Michael McDowel The Elementals

Clayton Smith Apocalypticon

Luke Smitherd Kill Someone

Luke Smitherd In The Darkness, That's Where I'll Know You

Jonathan Mayberry Beneath the Skin

John K. Addis The Eaton

Jeremiah Knight Hunger

Jeremiah Knight Feast

Jeff Strand Pressure

Jason Arnopp The Last Days of Jack Sparks

James Patterson Zoo

James Patterson Zoo 1.5

James Hankins Drawn

Mary Roach Stiff

John G. Hartness Demon Hunter collection 1-4

John G. Hartness Heaven Sent

John G. Hartness Heaven’s Door

John G. Hartness Night at the Museum

John Cleese So, Anyway

Jack Ketchum The Girl Next Door

Ilsa J. Bick Draw the Dark

Paul Tremblay Disappearance at Devil's Rock

Mark Tufo Immortalitys Touchstone

Mark Tufo Marks Merry Mayhem

Neil Gaiman The View from the Cheap Seats

Misha Burnett Book of lost doors 1

Misha Burnett Book of lost doors 2

L. X. Cain Bloodwalker

Larry Correia Detroit Christmas

Larry Correia Hard Magic

Larry Correia spellbound

Larry Correia Warbound

Larry Correia Murder on the Orient Elite

Larry Correia Tokyo Raider

A. American Going Home

A. American Surviving Home

A. American Escaping Home

A. American Forsaking Home

A. American Resurrecting Home

A. American Enforcing Home

A. American Avenging Home

A. American Charlie's Requiem

Ania Ahlborn The Shuddering

Adam Vine Lurk

Alan Black Metal Boxes

Alan Black Trapped outside

Alan Black Rusty hinges

Alan Black At the edge

Ambrose Ibsen Transmission

Jenny Lawson Furiously Happy

Clifford D. Simak Way Station

Mark Tufo Those Left Behind

Mark Tufo Zombie fallout 0.5

A.R Wise Deadlocked 1

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Tony Vigorito Love and Other Pranks

Richard Kadrey Butcher Bird

Andrew Michael Hurley The Loney

John G. Hartness Midsummer

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John G. Hartness Oh Bubba, where art thou

Richard Roberts I Did NOT Give That Spider Superhuman Intelligence

Jim McDoniel An Unattractive Vampire

Jake Bible Stone Cold Bastards

David Rhodes Written in Stone

Neil Gaiman Norse Mythology

Alexander McCall Smith The Finer Points of Sausage Dogs

Chris Bucholz Severance

Barry J Hutchison Space Team

David M. Salkin Forever Hunger

Drew Hayes Going Rogue book 3

JM Guillen The Herald of Autumn

Craig Spector The Light at the End

Ted Dekker Eyes Wide Open

Ted Dekker Water Walker

Robert Bevan Critical Failures IV

Richard Kadrey Dead Set

Richard Kadrey The Wrong Dead Guy

Thomas Olde Heuvelt Hex

Glenn Bullion Jack Kursed

Drew Hayes Super Powereds 01 - Year 1

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Drew Hayes Super Powereds 03 - Year 3

Brett J. Talley That Which Should Not Be

Richard Kadrey The Everything Box

Jane Harper The Dry

Emma Geen The Many Selves Of Katherine North

Alan Dean Foster For Love of Mother Not

Alan Dean Foster The Tar Aiym Krang

Alan Dean Foster Orphan Star

Alan Dean Foster The End of the Matter

Alan Dean Foster Flinx in Flux

Alan Dean Foster Mid-Flinx

Alan Dean Foster Reunion

Alan Dean Foster Flinx's Folly

Alan Dean Foster Sliding Scales

Alan Dean Foster Running from the Deity

Alan Dean Foster Bloodhype

Alan Dean Foster Trouble Magnet

Alan Dean Foster Patrimony

Alan Dean Foster Flinx Transcendent

Stephen Kozeniewski Billy and the Cloneasaurus

Robert Jackson Bennett Mr Shivers

Richard Kadrey Sandman Slim

Richard Kadrey Kill the Dead

Richard Kadrey Aloha from Hell

Richard Kadrey Devil in the Dollhouse

Richard Kadrey Devil Said Bang

Richard Kadrey Kill City Blues

Richard Kadrey The Getaway God

Richard Kadrey Killing Pretty

Richard Kadrey The Perdition Score

Joe Haldeman Buying Time

D. M. Pulley The Buried Book

M. R. Carey; The Boy on the Bridge

Sally Slater Paladin

J.R. Rain The Dead Detective

J.R. Rain Deadbeat Dad

Eric Padilla Unfurled Heroing Is a Tough Gig

Claire North The End of the Day

Alan Dean Foster Spellsinger

Alan Dean Foster The Hour of the Gate

Stephen King Gwendy's Button Box

Ron Ripley Berkley Street

Ron Ripley The Lighthouse

Ron Ripley The Town of Griswold

Ron Ripley Sanford Hospital

Ron Ripley Kurkow Prison

Ron Ripley Lake Nutaq

Ron Ripley Slater Mill

Tim Lebbon Predator Incursion

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Emma Geen The Many Selves Of Katherine North

Jen Calonita Flunked

Will McIntosh Faller

Lincoln Child Deep Storm

Lincoln Child Terminal Freeze

Lincoln Child The Third Gate

Lincoln Child The Forgotten Room

Lincoln Child Full Wolf Moon

Diana Rowland Mark Of The Demon

Diana Rowland Blood Of The Demon

Diana Rowland Secrets Of The Demon

Diana Rowland Sins Of The Demon

Diana Rowland Touch Of The Demon

Diana Rowland Fury of the Demon

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Richard Laymon Flesh

Elizabeth Anne Hull Gateways

The yellow wallpaper

Garth Nix A Confusion Of Princes

Diana Rowland Legacy of the Demon

Christopher Moore Bloodsucking Fiends

Christopher Moore A dirty job

Rick Gualtieri Bill the Vampire

Rick Gualtieri Scary Dead Things

Rick Gualtieri The Mourning Woods

Rick Gualtieri Holier Than Thou

Rick Gualtieri Sunset Strip

Rick Gualtieri Goddamned Freaky Monsters

Rick Gualtieri Half a Prayer

Rick Gualtieri The Wicked Dead

Rick Gualtieri Shining Fury

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Ron Ripley Borgin Keep

Nick Cutter Litlte Heaven

Steve Alten The Loch

Steve Alten Vostok

Richard Kadrey The Kill Society

Dean Koontz The Silent Corner

Christopher Moore A Dirty Job

Joseph Fink Welcome to Nightvale 1-110

Peter Meredith The Apocalypse Revenge

Scott Meyer Run Program

A. G. Riddle Pandemic

Seanan McGuire Down Among the Sticks and Bones

Scott Sigler Earthcore

Peter Clines Dead Men Can't Complain

Keith C. Blackmore Breeds 3

Jeff Strand Cyclops Road

Eleanor Lerman Radiomen

Christina Raines Claimed by the Elven King

Jeff Strand Blister

Jeff Strand WolfHunt

Fanny Merkin Fifty Shames of Earl Grey

Angela Marsons DEAD SOULS

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Tad Williams To Green Angel Tower

Tad Williams The Heart of What Was Lost

Iain McKinnon Demise of the living

Eddie Izzard Believe Me

Brad Magnarella Demon Moon

Brad Magnarella Blood Deal

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Larry Correia Siege

Tom Perrotta The Leftovers

Al K. Line Black Spark

Al K. Line Evil Spark

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Al K. Line Guilty Spark

Al K. Line Neon Spark

Barry J. Hutchison The Wrath of Vajazzle

Charles Stross The Delirium Brief

Matthew Iden The Winter Over

John Langan The Fisherman

Mo Daviau Every Anxious Wave

Marcus Sakey Afterlife

Lou Cadle Gray

Gary McMahon Pretty Little Dead Things

Gary McMahon Dead Bad Things

Mark Tufo Victorys Defeat

Tess Gerritsen The Surgeon

Tess Gerritsen The Apprentice

Tess Gerritsen The Sinner

Tess Gerritsen Body Double

Tess Gerritsen Vanish

Tess Gerritsen The Mephisto Club

Tess Gerritsen The Keepsake

Tess Gerritsen Ice Cold

Tess Gerritsen The Silent Girl

Tess Gerritsen Last to Die

Tess Gerritsen Die Again

Tess Gerritsen I Know a Secret

Tess Gerritsen The Bone Garden#

Robert Bevan 4d6 Caverns and Creatures

James Acaster Classic Scrapes

Nicholas Sansbury Smith Trackers

Mike Evans Civil War

Nightingale

John Cleaver I am not a Serial Killer

John Cleaver Mr Monster

John Cleaver I Don't Want to Kill You

John Cleaver The Devil's Only Friend

John Cleaver Over Your Dead Body

John Cleaver Nothing Left to Lose

Ezekiel Boone Skitter

Barry J. Hutchison The Search for Splurt

Stephen King Sleeping Beauties

Stephen King It

Kevin Hearne Grimoire of the Lamb

Kevin Hearne Clan Rathskeller

Kevin Hearne Kaibab Unbound

Kevin Hearne Hounded

Kevin Hearne Hexed

Kevin Hearne Hammered

Kevin Hearne A Test of Mettle

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Kevin Hearne Two Ravens and One Crow

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Kevin Hearne Trapped

Kevin Hearne Hunted

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Kevin Hearne A Prelude to War

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Kevin Hearne The Purloined Poodle

Stephen King The dark half

Stephen King Desperation

Larry Correia The Monster Hunter Files

Greig Beck The first bird

Greig Beck Book of the dead

Greig Bird The immortality curse

Sean Thomas Fisher Floodwater

Ryan Lockwood What Lurks Beneath

Stephen King The Regulators

S L Grey Mall

S L Grey Ward

S L Grey New Girl

Peter Clines Paradox Bound

Diana Rowland Unchained

David Wong John Dies at the End

David Wong This Book Is Full of Spiders

David Wong What the Hell Did I Just Read

David Wong Futuristic Violence and Fancy Suits

Aaron Mahnke The World of Lore

Brad Magnarella Book of Souls

Brad Magnarella Death Mage

A.I. Nasser Children to the Slaughter

A.I. Nasser Shadows Embrace

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Jon Hollins Fools Gold

Jon Hollins False Idols

Colin Dickey Ghostland

C.T. Phipps The Rules of Supervillainy

C.T. Phipps The Games of Supervillainy

C.T. Phipps The Secrets of Supervillainy

C.T. Phipps The Science of Supervillainy

Joseph Fink Welcome to Nightvale 111-116

Peter Brannen The Ends of the World

Anthologi Nights of the Living Dead

Jonathan Mayberry Joe Ledger Unstoppable

Alexander C. Kane Andrea Vernon

Josef Fink It Devours!

Joe Hill Strange Weather

Christopher Gray When the Dead Wake

Ron Ripley Amherst Burial Ground

Derek Landy Demon Road

Derek Landy Desolation

Derek Landy American Monsters

Joseph Fink Nightvale 117-118

Bentley Little The Handyman

David A. Simpson Zombie Road

Peter Meredith War of the Undead Day One

Peter Meredith War of the Undead Day Two

Peter Meredith War of the Undead Three

Peter Meredith War of the Undead Day Four

James Alan Gardner All Those Explosions Were Someone Elses Fault

Andy Weir Artemis

Bentley Little The Association

Kevin Hearne The Squirrel on the Train

John C. McCrae Worm 1-298

Chris Fox Deathless 1

Chris Fox Deathless 2

Chris Fox Deathless 3

rachel manija brown stranger

Peter Meredith The Apocalypse Sacrifice

J-F. Dubeau A God in the Shed

Drew Hayes The Utterly Uninteresting and Unadventurous Tales

Drew Hayes Undeath and Taxes

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literally who is that in your profile pic?

Thank you for Asking! My icon is taken from a piece of artwork created by @purplefeathersandblackleather , as a Christmas gift💖💚 It depicts the character (Beauty Lincoln, who is wearing a wedding ring in this work) that I've used for role play with a couple of Doctor Strange RP'ers.

This is the piece in full, which includes the Artist's own RP character, Damon Renner and Tony Stark. Notice the Sanctum Window ornament on the tree!

Unless you're a fan fic writer--or an RP'er, I suppose--you can't imagine the joy it gives one to see the vision realized, of the character that you've created. Purple💜also gifted me this sketch-

If they should ever decide to color it in, I plan to make it my new icon--and possibly the banner on this blog, or my sideblog @mostly-romance ...

Actually, now that I think of it, I'm going to make it the banner on my sideblog right after I post this!😀 If you enjoy RP or beautiful pieces of artwork (especially those featuring Stephen Strange) I highly recommend you go follow @purplefeathersandblackleather!

#counting my blessings #purplefeathersandblackleather #dear mutual & kind friend #my RP OFC #Beauty Lincoln #Stephen Strange #Stephen Strange x Beauty Lincoln #A Beautiful Stranger

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I got an Ask earlier inquiring about my icon, and I have it scheduled to publish in a little while, with much gratitude to the Artist who created it.💜🖤But I would be remiss if I didn't also thank another dear mutual who has created many gorgeous edits & AI works of my RP character interacting with their Stephen Strange--as well as a myriad of other edits that they have offered the free use of to go with my stories. This one remains my favorite ~

So, many thanks again to @doctorstrangeaskblog 💖💙for all their generosity and support of my work over these last few years!

#dear mutual #kind friend #doctorstrangeaskblog #Doctor Strange role play #Stephen Strange #Beauty Lincoln #OFC #Stephen Strange x Beauty Lincoln #BeautifullyStrange #The Care and Wooing of a Master of the Mystic Arts

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“Okay, but I want to do that again. And again, and again, and again. With you; only you.” Sinister/OFC of your choice, please

Ugh...I honestly have no way to tell if this is any good at all. Please, if you read this and like it, let me know. I'm so blind in my writing block these days, I can't even judge when I've done something right.

Sinister Strange x Beauty Lincoln (OFC)

This...this shouldn't be happening, she was thinking.

Followed by, it's only a dream...it's just a dream...and I'm not really responsible for what happens in my dreams...am I?

But Beauty knew that wasn't quite right. This was a lucid dream; more than that, it was far from her first. Though it had been months and months since those last ones--and this was far more pleasant than those in the past--his lips on hers were like a taste of heaven after going far too long deprived of Stephen's kisses. She had to wonder, am I so lonely and pitiful and desperate that I'd seek out the dark version of the man I love...the polar opposite of the man who once loved me...just to feel desired again?

It takes two to make this dream we're sharing, precious.

She knew she was hearing his thoughts as likely as he heard her own. That was no surprise, and somehow neither was his assertion. You want this as much as I do, Beauty. I've been waiting a long time for you to let down your guard..."

The claim of his sensuous lips on hers only strengthened as he cupped her face in his powerful hands, further weakening her resolve to deny the forbidden connection between them. Inevitably, she allowed him to nudge her own lips to part enough and accept the slide of his tongue against hers. And of course, the flavor that filled her mouth when he did so was not like her Stephen's at all. Exotic, it was, like some dark rum spiked with unfamiliar spices and promises of a decadence she had never known.

How are you even alive? I saw him vanquish you. Her mind flashed back to the deadly flight of the Eldritch Sword, which her Stephen had used to pierce the black heart of that sinister version of himself. The one who had abducted her while she slept, into the Dream Realm as bait to draw her Stephen--whom he hated beyond any other--to his dying universe. That Dark Strange had died, and thus had troubled her dreams no more--so how was it even possible he haunted her dream now with a clarity that felt real?

Did you really think that was enough to kill me for good, sweetling? Your Stephen was either a fool or misled you. Either way, it matters not. All that matters now is this kiss...and what will follow.

What will follow? Cold panic pierced her mind. Wake up! Wake yourself now, her rational mind demanded, wake up before you cross a line too far...

Yet she was whimpering softly in the depths of his kiss, shivering with the heat this dark and wicked doppelganger had kindled in her flesh. A low growl rose from the center of his chest, and she could feel how pleased this sinister mage was with her inability to hide her sudden, terrible longing.

The advantage was all his as Beauty's will to fight off each new advance slowly melted away in the heat growing between them. This Strange kissed her like he already knew her weaknesses; as if he had studied her and understood her secret desires and was determined to satisfy each one. Surely just part of a game meant to steal her away from his nemesis, for his own ultimate satisfaction.

He twined the elegant, scarred fingers of one hand in her hair and slid his other to the center of her back, pulling her flush against him. The muscles beneath his tunic were as firm as she remembered Stephen's were. Tears prickled her eyes as Beauty reckoned how eternally long it had been since he had held her. And this all felt so goddamn good! She couldn't stop her hands from following the familiar pathways she had loved so well. One lay above his heart, with the other palm against the side of his neck. Despite the paleness of his flesh, it was warm enough to surprise her--while his strong pulse confirmed that this had to be more than a dream.

Mine...mine...mine...

That thought was faint, like the whisp of a whisper, as though this eldritch man hadn't meant for her to hear it.

A surge of anger filled her chest. No. I will not be a pawn in your quest for revenge. Her mind repeated it like a mantra until Beauty was able to pull away, out of his arms and out of the ecstasy of his kiss. She ran her hands through her hair, raising her face to Strange’s, practically hissing the words. 'I will not be your pawn!'

Though the most wicked creature she had ever encountered, his smile--Stephen's smile--had nearly the power to weaken her again. But it was his words that broke through the haze of her ire. 'Oh, sweetling. This has nothing to do with revenge.' Strange took a tentative step forward while Beauty held her ground. 'But I recognize your lonely heart because mine is more lonely than most people could ever fathom. Is it impossible for you to accept that I've been trying to reach you because I'm wanting you for you? For the lovely light of your soul that has called to me like a beacon. Like a promise of just a bit of redemption after the crimes that have stained not just my fingertips but my very soul black.'

Beauty lowered her gaze, fixing her sight on this Stephen's tremoring hands. In truth, she neither felt nor heard any trace of deceit in his confession. She was remembering her Stephen in their beginning days. How skittish he had been and how patient she had had to be. Offering him friendship in lieu of the far deeper love she had longed to lavish upon him. Would it be wicked of her to show this Stephen at least a little kindness? Especially as he was so alone in his reality, and she so lonely in hers?

'We'd have to set some ground rules,' she told him softly, reasonably. 'You can't just barge into my dreams when you feel like it, and you certainly have to honor whatever boundaries I set...' He was nodding his compliance, wearing that irresistible Stephen smirk, and his eyes, a deeper, richer blue than in her reality, seemed focused on her mouth. And somehow, she felt her lips tingle pleasantly with the rich memory of when their lips first met.

Okay, but I want to do that again. And again, and again, and again. With you; only you.That thought came through clear as day!

Beauty gave a little shrug, quietly pleased by his insistance, but determined that he'd have to prove himself before she granted him a single kiss more. 'Now, I have an early meeting tomorrow, so I really do need a full night's rest. And the next time you visit my dreams, we'll be spending the time together platonically. Does that work for you...Stephen?"

Sufficently chastened, Strange gave a courtly sort of bow, and then with a flourish, conjured a single, long-stem pink rose and handed it to Beauty. With that, he dissolved into a purple mist, his last words like an echo that followed her into a deep, contented sleep. Sweet dreams, Beauty, dear. As sweet as the kisses I will win from you someday soon.

kissing prompts

tagging: @strangelock221 @strangelockd

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As my third night of this grueling nightshift comes to a close, I breathe a sigh of relief and cry tears of joy. Not because I have survived another night, though yes that is important, but because I have finished the one thing that I set out to do back before November ended. Though I am supposed to be on holiday, I knew that I would finish this, no matter the cost. There are so many things I could say, about how much you have done for me, how important you have become to me on this journey. But I know that not a single one of them would sum up the immense amount of gratitude that I truly hold for you, V. The things that I have learned from watching your love for Stephen, the strength that it has given me about my own feelings for Tony, they are the things that I am truly thankful for.

Before I met you, I would have kept my love for him silent, mourned in my darkness and never spoken out about it. I would not have sought help here to process everything that I was feeling, how I want to feel these things. And the more I watched you, the more I realized that I truly didn't have to feel bad about the love I have in my heart for him. It's okay for me to want him here, to want him to have survived so that I can still dream of him. And while there are many, many others that I extend my thanks to, you were the first one that showed me loving a fictional character is okay, no matter what people say. And for that, I gift you this, one last thing before I rest my weary soul for the winter.

Thank you, beautiful flower, for all you have done for me - myself and for Tony - on this long journey. And I look forward to seeing where we go from here. Merry Christmas, my dear.

Oh my heart💗 - in all the best of possible ways!

I am so grateful that something that comes as naturally to me as breathing touched you in such a way that you felt freed to love and mourn and heal. I suppose I didn't get that you'd tried before to tell me this; I can be dense that way at times. But I understand now and I will forever love & treasure this amazing, beautiful, shining labor of your love. Love that comes from an immense heart, and that deserves to find its expression without hesitation or concern for appearences to the wider world.

The details of the gorgeous piece take my breath away. A ring on Beauty's finger...and a baby bump as well! Stephen looking so comfy (especially in that hoodie) and relaxed, holding not only his beloved, but the future they will share. I first saw this when I was half-awake, watching the end of the PBS Tabernacle Choir Christmas special (so I was in no fit state to reply) and as I fell back to sleep, my mind's perpetual fancy had me imagining Stephen finally saying, 'Yes...yes, let's make a baby together...' What a wonderful dream that would be!

I love seeing Tony & Damon together and happy, and that you included Tony's injuries from when he sacrificed himself to save the Universe. And a ring on Tony's finger too! I suppose it won't be too much longer until Stephen & Beauty invite their friends to take on the mantle of godfathers to Baby Strange (baby girl, much to Beauty's understated longing, as it took her mother six pregnancies to get her girlchild). After the first sketch you gifted me, I never would've imagined more--so this is the sweetest surprise and I'll adore it forever. In fact, I'm going to work on a way to make it my icon (although it may mean editing it down to just S&B, but I know you won't mind).

Mere thank you's will never be enough to portray my gratitude, so I will simply say: go rest your weary mind and soul, and may your dreams be blessed with those things you long for most, for you've more than earned that joy. Come Spring, I will be looking forward to hearing and seeing the ideas & artist visions that come to you in your hiatus! You have all my love ~ V

💜💙💜💙💜

#purplefeathersandblackleather #well beyond #fanart appreciation #fanart adoration #canon x non-canon characters #Stephen Strange #Beauty Lincoln #OFC #BeautifullyStrange #Tony Stark #Damon Renner #OMC #thank you thank you my friend! #gift from the heart #Christmas #Christmas gifts #friendship and community

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*knows that Beauty is moving* While she's asleep, *cleans her new flat and organizes the boxes in piles* *leaves envelope with money he got at the fighting matches* *takes a shower, goes back to bed and cuddles her*

Beauty opened one eye at the sound of her alarm going off, groaning quietly so as not to awaken Stephen. She was far too comfortable--little spoon to his big spoon--to want to get up just yet. Eyes closed again, she snuggled back into her pillow, smiling to think that they both had slept so soundly that neither of them had moved all night long.

But there was hard work to be done today, and as tempting as it was to linger in Stephen's warmth, Beauty accepted that with so much to accomplish, she shouldn't delay a minute more.

She carefully slipped from his arms --regretting it already, for the low, sleepy sound he made, while still asleep. Planting her feet on the floor, she stretched and grabbed her robe. She decided to make a quick breakfast first, and that she'd leave a healthy portion for Stephen in the warmed oven.

Yawning as she padded into the living room, Beauty stopped dead in her tracks. All the boxes that had been scattered throughout the living room and adjoining kitchen had been stacked into organized piles, and were marked in black sharpie with the contents, to make them easier to place were they'd belong once they portaled to her new place. "Stephen," she exclaimed with a grin, amazed that he had managed so much while she'd been sleeping. Everything was ready to go; she hoped that he done most of this with magic, because surely his hands would be aching for days from the heavy chore. As the writing on the boxes was surer than his own spindly script, she figured that had to be the case. "Oh, you wonderful, wonderful man," she sighed, "You're spoiling me rotten and I'm loving every minute of it!"

She had left a few essentials from her kitchen unpacked just so she could make them breakfast, so that she set right to the task. Humming happily as she prepared their meal, leaving the dirtied prep bowls and utensils and fry pans to soak in the sink, for cleaning and packing later. Beauty grabbed a tray from one of the boxes to carry her bounty to the bedroom, and made her way back to the bedroom.

"Good morning, darling," she greeted him at his side of the bed, "Time to get up sleepyhead--I've got breakfast for you, and a great big thank you too." She reached over him to set the tray on her side of the bed, then sat on its edge to lean down and press a soft kiss on his bare shoulder, allowing her loose hair to brush his skin. Beauty kissed his cheek, lingering as she added, "This is one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me, Stephen. But I hope you didn't overdo it on your hands."

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#doctor strange roleplay #actions speak louder than words #happiness #love #Stephen Strange #my sweet baboo #Beauty Lincoln #Beauty #OFC #Stephen x Beauty #BeautifullyStrange

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I love your unlady like snorts. ~

Beauty narrowed her eyes, wondering if he was teasing her. Was it possible? Had they finally reached that place where they're that comfortable and familiar with one another that he could find her ridiculous little flaws, dear? It had been a long time coming--in part because the world had continued turning after Thanos had snapped away half of mankind. When she'd Blipped back, Beauty had been as confused and as much a woman out of time as most of the Returned. The world had moved on, but half of humanity had not.

As soon as she'd gotten her bearings, Beauty had wanted to reach out to Stephen right away. She had been relieved to see that at least Stephen hadn't experienced five years that she had not, and had thus, hadn't moved on from the foundation they had been building. But he was a Hero--practically an Avenger--and the one who was the most responsible for reversing the losses humanity had suffered. Doctor Stephen Strange, Master of the Mystic Arts, had achieved a notoriety that had forced her to wait weeks and weeks longer than she would have liked. But given that her feelings remained the same as on the day that he was abducted by that alien ship, Beauty hoped that her patience would be well worth the wait.

Once they'd reconnected, it had still taken time to nurture the tender, green shoots of romantic regard that had only just sprouted from the soil she had laid. To her delight, Stephen had begun to return her gentle, patient offerings; she had won him over with simple acts of kindness, coupled with her dedicated, unabashed admissions of her feelings. As he had welcomed her into his life and his home, Stephen had also gradually allowed Beauty to slip past the barriers to his well-guarded heart--and recently had gifted her those coveted three little words. She had never been happier in her life. And judging by his very relaxed and affectionate behavior whenever they were together, he must be quite happy too.

"Really? You really do?" Beauty shrugged coyly and huffed a little laugh, "If you love those, magic man, I promise that I'm so ticklish in some spots that if you find them, you'll be hearing a healthy share of more than snorts..."

Laughter bubbled up from the center of her chest. The sort of laugh that gives a man pause as he imagines what he might do to make it all his going forward. Though, in retrospect, too few men in her life had turned out to be worthy of those things such a laugh evoked, Beauty understood that power of it possessed a special magic--unlike any in the magic which Stephen practiced. From the glimmer in his eyes and the smirk he now wore, Beauty believed he must be wanting those things too.

#doctor strange roleplay #Stephen Strange #my sweet baboo #Beauty Lincoln #OFC #Stephen x Beauty #BeautifullyStrange

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A Different Kind of Magic - chapter one: a quiet beginning

a Doctor Strange x OFC fic

(based on roleplay with @doctorstrangeaskblog)

summary: A fascinating stranger enlists the help of librarian Beauty Lincoln for some research he is doing on a some haunted pieces of property in New York City's Hell's Kitchen. They eventually strike up an unlikely friendship, which strengthens once he decides he can trust her, and she inadvertently discovers his day job involves magic and mysticism. And all the while Beauty is falling in love with the charming, albeit enigmatic man. Will Stephen Strange catch on to the many ways she tries to tell him what she's feeling--and will he someday come to feel the same way for her? This story is based on an ongoing role play with a Doctor Strange blog, @doctorstrangeaskblog. Occurs pre Infinity War.

characters: Stephen Strange, Beauty Lincoln (OFC)

rating: general audience

word count: 2.1k

Alone in the fourth floor stacks at the end of her work day, Beauty’s mind had gone woolgathering, thinking about the very handsome, very distinguished looking gentleman who had so well occupied a portion of her afternoon.  His interest in those reference books-–which she was now shelving–-had been both rare and unusual, piquing her curiosity as to exactly what he’d needed them for.  Those particular texts were some of the oldest in the Library, and as such, they could not be lent out, let alone be removed from the fourth floor.

Moreover, the man had seemed to understand their intrinsic value without needing an explanation or word of caution, and he had handled them much more carefully than most patrons she had previously assisted with similarly aged materials.  Beauty realized this was due in part to the tremors evident in his badly scarred hands–-but she believed it was more out of respect for the age and nature of the books themselves.  Which, of course, would have been enough to make her like him-–even if their initial interaction hadn’t already intrigued her.

She’d been typing up the monthly figures on patron usage and materials circulation, when a man stepped up to the desk and cleared his throat to get her attention.  “Ms. Lincoln?” he had asked in a deferential tone (having read the name plate on her desk), and she had looked up from her laptop screen into a pair of blue-green eyes that immediately struck her as both wise and patient.  And which had somehow made her sit a little straighter in her chair, as though she wanted him to see that she was worthy of her title as Head Archivist of the main branch of The New York Public Library.

Her fingers paused their tapping of their own accord as she turned her full attention on him.  “Yes, that’s…that’s me.”  The left corner of his mouth ticked up into the precursor of a smile, and that made her want to smile back.  “Is there something I can help you with?”

“Yes, please…” he had begun, and Beauty had listened to him describe in detail what he was looking for.  Even as her mind began to formulate the search parameters she would need to locate what he required, she was watching him, surprisingly entranced by the fine crinkles at the corners of his remarkable eyes and the extraordinary angles and planes of his finely chiseled face.  Intelligent, well-spoken, exceptionally polite, on top of being tall, dark-haired, and handsome–why she couldn’t remember the last time she’d encountered a man in this hodgepodge of a City that ticked off so many of the qualities on her wish list, and on first impression, no less!  

The streaks of white at his temples and his meticulously trimmed mustache and goatee added an air of sophistication that reminded her of the romantic leads in some of her favorite romance films.  Olivier’s Maxim de Winter.  Plummer’s Captain Von Trapp.  Colin Firth in just about anything.  And even Branagh’s Roman Strauss from the 90′s flick, Dead Again.  Beauty could only hope those very uncharacteristic thoughts did not flit across her face.

She had nodded once he had concluded, confident that she could gather the reference books he wanted in short order.  She already had a fairly good idea of the general area to look, and hitting the search bar on her laptop confirmed her hunch.  She closed her computer and stood up as she explained, “Those stacks are for library personnel only, Mister…”

“Strange,” he replied, without missing a beat,

“…Mr. Strange,” she continued, a little surprised at his unusual surname, “But you are welcome to wait here while I track down what you’re looking for.”  She motioned to a set of four, evenly spaced tables at the center of the room, only one of which had been currently occupied.  “While I can’t allow the materials to leave this floor, as long as I or one of my assistants is manning this desk, you can study them at length”

“Sounds perfect,” he nodded, and this time he did smile--crookedly, genuinely, and in Beauty’s humble estimation, quite charmingly.

“This will probably take me about ten minutes or so, Mr. Strange--if you’ll excuse me?”

“Of course.”  He had tilted his head as an acknowledgement and headed over to take a seat at the table nearest her desk.

It had actually taken Beauty a bit longer to collect the books than she had expected, including two trips up the five step, rolling access ladder to retrieve items from the top shelves of separate rows.  No one’s looked at these in years...at least not during my tenure, she thought, wondering if Strange’s interest in the buildings in Hell’s Kitchen was architectural.  She couldn’t imagine any other reason, except that his request for land ownership records going back before the American Revolution didn’t fit with that theory.

Task accomplished, she wheeled the small book cart containing the materials out to the public area of the Reference Floor, where she found Strange perusing a recent copy of The Lancet--which he must have found in the unbound periodical section.  That seemed curious--unless he was a 21st century version of a Renaissance man, with interests and skills in multiple areas of study.  

Beauty parked the cart beside Strange’s table, and then laid a pair of white cotton gloves before him.  “If you wouldn’t mind,” she told him, eyeing the dark network of scars marking his hands.  Hands which otherwise would look like an artist’s--a sculptor’s, a painter’s, or perhaps even a surgeon’s--leaving her to wonder what sort of accident or event could have wreaked that level of damage.  “Some of those pages are quite fragile, and we like to keep them protected from even the slightest contact with the oils occurring naturally on skin.”

“Right,” he said quietly, almost to himself, picking up the gloves, “A wise precaution...”

Although he had looked determined to follow her request, Beauty quickly realized the gloves she had provided would be a tight fit, “Oh...hold on a moment, Mr. Strange.  I think I’ve got a larger pair in one of my desk drawers.”  She moved swiftly to check the bottom drawer, and was relieved to find exactly what she needed, returning to him with a fresh pair, wrapped in cellophane.  “These will probably be better for you,” she told him, offering a conciliatory smile and tearing open the packaging to save him the trouble.

Strange looked up at her gratefully as she handed the gloves over, though he also looked a little sad, “Thank you, Ms. Lincoln...for everything.”

Beauty’s heart went out to him; she supposed his days must be filled with little moments such as this, when someone overlooked that his injuries might require a different approach to everyday tasks.  “You’re very welcome, Mr. Strange--and please don’t hesitate to ask if there’s anything more I can do for you.”

“Will do.”  When he smiled this time, it seemed to Beauty as though sunshine had broken through cloud cover.  She could well imagine there were few women--like herself, anyway--immune to that sort of easy charm.

Over two hours later, her newest patron appeared to be finishing up his research.  While going about her work, Beauty had been sneaking occasional looks his way, checking on his progress as he’d been taking notes on a small legal pad.  Now, Strange set his pen and paper aside, and stripped the gloves from his hands; he’d closed his eyes and was stretching his neck to either side after being hunched so long over those old texts.  She meandered over, on pretext of collecting several periodicals which another patron had discarded on a neighboring table.  They were now the only two people in the room.

“So--were any of those materials helpful?”

He opened his eyes, and even before he answered, Beauty could tell he was pleased with the results he had gotten.  “Absolutely--exactly what I needed,” he stressed.  “You know, far too many people think that everything can be solved with a quick Google search.  But I’ve found that--old-fashioned as the concept may be--books really are irreplaceable.”

She had grinned, exclaiming, “Right? Too few people get that these days.”  Beauty perched on the edge of the table, close enough for a cozy conversation.  “I get at least a half dozen kids a week--college age and high schoolers--who have no idea that Wikipedia isn’t the be-all, end-all of research.”

“Well, they’re missing out,” he agreed, “There’s a lot to be said for the tactile sensation of book in hand, as opposed to studying off of a computer screen or even a tablet.  And something quite comforting about the idea of generations of students before us having succeeded by using the very texts we hold in our hands today.”

Here was a man speaking intelligently about one of her passions--however was she too resist?  Beauty wanted to know more about him.  “It sounds like you’ve experienced that close at hand.”

“Oh, yes,” Stephen chuckled, angling his chair to face her more comfortably, “Years and years.  Undergrad.  Medical school.  And years later...a, uh...well, let’s just say an unexpected change in careers.  All made possible by the knowledge collected in countless copies of these...”  He patted the pile of books on his table.

Hmmmm...well that explains The Lancet...but he also said ‘change in careers’.  Intuition told her that such a change might have had something to do with his hands--and about that, Beauty felt it would be poor of her to pry.  “Well then...Doctor Strange...”  He favored her with a wee, sideways smile.  “I’m very glad for the opportunity to have helped you today.  Especially considering that you have such an honest appreciation for the written word.”

“And I’m glad to know that the City has such a savvy, dedicated guardian for some of its most valuable--albeit hidden--treasures.”  Strange stood up, and extended his hand to Beauty.

She felt a sudden flush color her cheeks as she realized he was likely offering a unique opportunity.  That given the way his hands shook, and that their disfigurement might also come with some level of discomfort, his proffer might be a rare thing indeed.  Beauty smiled shyly and gave a little shrug before gingerly taking his hand.  “You’re very kind to say so, Doctor...”

Quietly amused, he leaned a little closer to her, his voice dropping low and confidential, “It’s Stephen...please...”

“Of course...Stephen.”  Beauty lowered her eyes; she felt a little breathless, with such a charming, handsome man so close to her.  So close, and with her hand still softly cradled in his.  No need to let go, anytime soon, she was thinking, this is really...really...nice.  She dared look back to him, and could have sworn from the look in his mesmerizing eyes that he had caught a drift of her thoughts.  “Um,” she swallowed, “Please do come by again if there’s anything...anything more I can do to help.”  And maybe we could grab a cup of coffee in the cafe downstairs...

Strange gave her hand a little squeeze before releasing it.  “You can count on that, Ms. Lincoln,” he grinned, “If not for research, then perhaps we can talk books some more.”

Beauty had nodded, feeling a little tongue tied, and he had turned to go--but at the elevator just outside the glass doors past her desk, he turned around and gave a little wave, an she waved back.  A quiet departure, to be sure, but one that left her rather wistful and wishing with all her might that this fascinating gentleman would have a reason soon to revisit the sanctum of the fourth floor.

Having finished returning his materials to their proper places, Beauty saw that there were only minutes left to closing time.  Her preoccupation with Doctor Strange (Stephen, she reminded herself dreamily), and wishing that she’d had the actual courage to invite him to join her for coffee, had caused her to lose track of time.  Back at her desk she began to shut down for the evening, planning to hit the lights just before she locked up.  She took one last look around, to be sure that everything was in order--and spotted a yellow legal pad sitting on the table that Stephen had vacated.

Well now, isn’t that lucky for me?  I suppose he’ll have to come back sooner or later to collect his notes.  She picked it up, vowing not to be nosy, though she did notice his note-taking appeared rather sparse--and in the tradition of doctors, barely legible.  More hopeful than curious, she tucked his notepad in the top drawer of her desk, grabbed her handbag from the bottom drawer, and headed off for home.

To be continued...and yes, Beauty is her actual name.

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A Different Kind of Magic - part 5

based on roleplay with @doctorstrangeaskblog​ - by sobeautifullyobsessed

Part One        Part Two         Part Three        Part Four                        [contains some almost NSFW material]

Stephen woke up first, sometime around dawn, out of habit and in keeping with the discipline of his Order. It only took a moment for him to realize this was a far different, far more wonderful morning than any he’d experienced in years. For the first time since he’d begun his new life, he wasn’t waking up alone.

Beauty had fallen asleep with her head nestled to his chest, and he had drifted off shortly after, still marveling at the impossibility that he was well and truly loved, and by such a good, kindly hearted woman. Now he was spooning her, and though they were both still fully clothed, her softness tucked against him this way was enough to raise a heat within him that begged to be acknowledged.

They hadn’t gotten around to watching the second movie Beauty had brought him---making the easy choice instead, to spend the rest of their evening exploring the new dynamics of their relationship. How soft she’d been, her sighs, her lips, her skin, and how willing she’d been to follow where he led. Things had proceeded on that very natural course, leaving him to feel drunk on her passionate kisses and whispered endearments; even the way she breathed his name as she nuzzled his neck, and her pleasant gasps of delight when he adorned her throat with ardent kisses, were joys he had believed could never be his again. Living them now, after such a long span of involuntary solitude had Stephen feeling about twenty years younger.

Though the heat between them had been vital, and aching to find its fruition, Stephen had eventually wanted to hit the brakes a bit, out of concern that too much too soon might spoil the fragile beauty blooming between them. Beauty’s disappointment was palpable, though she didn’t say a word to tell him so---only clinging to him quietly, brushing her most patient kisses on his cheeks and neck, and nodding as he reasoned with her for them to forbear a while longer. 

“I trust your wisdom, darling,” she had said at last, her eyes a little too bright with the sheen of unshed tears. And that just made him want to keep her close to him all the more.

But she had moved away, clearing the empty wine bottle, their glasses, and the bowl of popcorn from the coffee table, taking them to the kitchen before she began to collect her things. Stephen watched, pangs of regret filling his chest for declining such a wondrous opportunity. “Beauty...honey...wait. Please,” he had declared, seeing her place the dvd they’d finished viewing, back into its case, “I didn’t mean for you to leave. It’s just...it’s just been so long since anyone made me feel this way...and even then, I was always...well...pretty selfish. So I want to...need to...have us take our time so that I don’t...screw things up.”

She had stood before him, earnest and soft and so lovely that he knew this image of her would be frozen in his memory for ages to come. Beauty cupped her hand against his cheek, “I know, Stephen. It really is alright.”

His need to touch her was too strong to deny, so that he simply swept her hair behind her ear, letting his fingers linger there, I’d like to do better by you than alright, honey.” She narrowed her eyes, perhaps a bit skeptical but willing to hear him out. “If you wouldn’t mind, I mean...um...you could stay with me tonight. Just stay so I could hold you. Just let me hold you as you fall asleep...and...well…then wake up in my arms in the morning.” Stephen had breathed out slowly, recognizing the need in his own voice, as he echoed her earlier sentiment, “If that’s...something you’d be willing to share with me.”

Beauty’s smile began in her eyes and spread across her face as prettily as the hues of dawn colored the morning sky. “That sounds perfect, darling.” She sighed and nodded gently, “Especially as we could say it’s ‘doctor’s orders’, right?”

Stephen had grinned, “We absolutely could.” And then he’d pulled her to him, thanking the amazing twists and turns of Fate that had brought her into his life.”

Thus resolved, he led her to his bedroom, conjuring a comfy, oversized afghan to cover them both, as they had decided to sleep innocently and above the covers. And it had turned out to be one of the best nights of sleep he had since his accident, filled with the peace of mind and of heart from knowing he was unconditionally loved.

Now though...now he was feeling a heat well beyond what those brief hours of fledgling kisses and fervent embraces had stirred in his blood. Now he couldn’t keep from imagining how it would feel to let his lips wander across the creamy softness of the skin of Beauty’s shoulders and décolletage. How it would feel to take first one and then the other, of her pert nipples into his mouth and against his tongue, and what sort of sounds she might give over to him in reply. Now, he felt the full ache of the eternity since he’d been flesh on flesh with a beautiful woman---and Stephen just knew how perfectly soft and pliable she would be while laying beneath him, her firm breasts and supple curves responding without hesitation to his loving touch. While showing him her an eagerness for his caresses that equaled his own to taste, to fondle, to please, to take her. To fill her and in doing so, begin to fulfill the possibilities her love was offering him. Oooooh gaaaawd, how I want her. Want her and need her. 

His erection strained maddeningly against the denim encasing him, hotly denying his honest intentions for them to go slow. He realized that he should roll away from his Beauty and jump into an ice cold shower before she awoke and felt the proof of his lust---yet he couldn’t muster the will to do so. When she shifted slightly in his arms, beginning to wake up, he knew it was too late. All he could hope was that she wouldn’t yet notice, while he brought to mind thoughts which he hoped were sufficient to counteract the arousal racing through his veins.

But she turned into him before she even opened her eyes, perhaps feeling so enveloped in the shared warmth of their bodies beneath the eiderdown comforter that it was perfectly natural and innocent to do so. Beauty mmmm’d as she nuzzled the fabric covering his chest, he voice drowsy and wee. “This has to be the best wake-up of my life,” she murmured sleepily, then added, “Definitely worth the long wait to get here...”

Stephen kissed the crown of her head, murmuring back, “It sure is, honey,” -- while doing his utmost to ignore how uncomfortably tight the crotch of his jeans had become. She pressed a few light kisses onto his neck--which didn’t help his dilemma one bit.

“Mmmmm. You smell like my idea of heaven,” she told  him, running her hand up from his wrist to rest it on his shoulder, “And I could really, really get used to this...”

Stephen nearly moaned into her hair, understanding that the battle was lost so long as Beauty was pressed against him this way. “Mmmmmm...me too, baby...me...too...”

Perhaps she sensed his struggle---or perhaps she felt it trapped between them. Either way, she tilted her head back and her eyes fluttered open, while she asked him breathily, “Stephen...are you alright?”

He bit his lip, “Yup...oh yeah, I am...”

Beauty blinked several times, all trace of sleepiness gone as she came to understand the source of the strain in his voice and that he was panting with the effort to master the urges that had overtaken him. Her smile was oh so knowing as she threaded her fingers in his hair, tenderly sly in her request, “Won’t you kiss me good morning, darling? It would be the perfect way to start the day.” The plump and ready pout of her lips gave him no chance of denial.

Though not meaning to, Stephen growled softly; it just couldn’t be helped. He stroked two fingertips along her jawline, effortlessly bringing her mouth to his, prompting her lips to part and diving deep into their kiss. Beauty gave way to the hungry sweep of his tongue, fluttering her tongue against his---thus sending a shock of lust and need straight to his groin. Any hope he had left for restraint vanished in that instant. When he finally released her from the depth of his kiss so that they might both draw jagged breaths, she was panting hard, then asking the inevitable. “But I thought...I thought you wanted us to go slow...”

“I did...I swear I did, honey...” he admitted sheepishly, “But it’s awfully hard to ignore how perfect you feel in my arms right now.” He brushed a brief, sweet kiss upon her lips before adding with a quiet yet growing conviction which matched his deepening need for her, “What can I say? It’s been as good as…forever…since I’ve had someone so incredibly soft…” Stephen placed a lingering kiss on Beauty’s cheekbone. “…so divinely…feminine…” He kissed her other cheekbone, “…and so completely beguiling, in my arms…” He took her lips once more with such a deep and penetrating kiss that she moaned her way through it, and was beautifully breathless when he broke away so that he could meet her eyes again, “…in my arms, and making her way irresistibly into my heart.” He touched her forehead to hers, realizing that she was trembling for him, which only added to the magic of the moment as his voice went low and husky to conclude, “Finding her right full place in my…in my bed.”

Beauty closed her eyes a moment, the picture of serenity, while Stephen felt the heat she had stirred in him race through his blood. “So…can we maybe go a bit fast now,” he asked, unable to tame another growl of longing from coloring his words, “Because otherwise…I think I need to douse myself in a nice, cold shower.”

“Oh Stephen,” she purred, while a modest blush of the same sort of heat tinted her cheeks, “I’ve been waiting longer than you might imagine for us to get here.” She gently nipped at his lower lip, then sighed sweetly before she added, “So please…please…please don’t stop now. I’ve never wanted any man more in my life the way I’ve been wanting you…” Then she was kissing him with a passion equal to his own, both arms snug around his neck, leaving no space between them as she molded her body to his.

Stephen’s heart was beating hard with both happiness and desire as his every sense was attuned to his dear Beauty. The smoothness and the sweet taste of her skin, along with the sound of her giggles when his whiskers tickled her throat---making him smile in anticipation of where else she might be similarly sensitive. The lovely sight of her mouth falling open with a deep sigh when he tentatively cupped her breast in his palm, encouraging him to stroke the length of his thumb against her nipple until he raised it to a hard little peak which the material between them couldn’t conceal. The way his mouth watered, knowing that soon he’d be tasting that sweet nub. The good ache of his hands in anticipation of feeling her beautiful, bare flesh. The luxurious way she had buried her fingers in his hair, urging him to keep going.

He gradually shifted her onto her back so that he was able to lean over her, his eyes locked on hers as he languidly drew two fingers up the center of her chest, tracing over the line of buttons. Beauty smiled and arched her back, a sure invitation for him to proceed. And but for the challenge of the buttons, he would have.

For since the accident that had maimed his talented hands and changed his life forever, he had avoided buttons whenever he could. To button and unbutton, that simple task which youngsters so easily master,  but one that was now embarrassingly awkward for him---so fraught with effort that he had boxed up scores of expensive designer dress shirts as well as dozens of assorted flannel, chambray, rayon, and cotton casuals, one lonely, drunken evening two weeks after leaving the hospital. Christine had eventually seen that they were sent off to Goodwill so that he wouldn’t have the boxes sitting around as a reminder of his self-imposed loss. Of his irredeemable failure.

Wanting so badly now to try, while thinking that he couldn’t bear for Beauty to see that weakness at such a pivotal moment between them, Stephen’s left his thumb and forefinger hover at her top button, hesitating. Yet somehow she knew without him having to utter a word or having to try and then fail. Her deep blue eyes were wide with compassion and understanding---qualities which he had long since taken for granted in her, but now realized that were intrinsic to how she had stolen her way into his heart.

“Let me,” was all she whispered, and then brought his hand to her lips to tenderly kiss each fingertip and brush her open mouth across his knuckles, soothing the raised welts of his scars with her warm breath. He nestled the back of his fingers against her cheek, lost in the sweet, sad smile she gave him. And then humbled and grateful when she began unbuttoning her blouse for him, first cradling his tremoring hand in hers and then cupping it against the flimsy fabric encasing her breast. She closed her eyes, panting softly in anticipation, and moaning when he flexed his fingers around her. The heat of her skin, even though the lace, made his hand tingle; the feel of her warmed and aroused by his touch, was a wonder and delight the like of which he hadn’t known in years. Stephen couldn’t take his eyes of her---until she breathlessly implored him. “Please, darling…don’t stop…let’s not wait a moment more.”

With that, he dipped his head low, kissing her shoulders as he brushed aside her bra straps, then delivered hot-breathed kisses to the hollow of her throat before moving down---until at last, he centered his mouth above her other breast, teasing his lips and tongue upon her through the fabric, and then finally drawing her deep into his mouth.

Beauty groaned and arched to meet him as he tasted her, and slid her hand beneath his shirt, eager for his flesh, sparking his skin with her hungry insistence. Loathe to leave off suckling her just yet, still he rose up enough to pull off his tee, giving her the chance to shrug out of her blouse and bra. Stephen spared only a moment to drink in the fullness of her beauty revealed, and then allowed her to tuck her arms beneath his and pull him down onto her, skin-on-skin as they both longed for...

to be continued

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A Different Kind of Magic - part four

by @sobeautifullyobsessed based on roleplay with @doctorstrangeaskblog

part one     part two     part three

Beauty felt like she was melting. Melting where his skin met hers as he tenderly cradled her face in his beautiful, scarred hands. Melting even more beneath the timeless magic of his patient kisses. Oh, how she had longed for this; to have him finally, finally take what she’d been aching to give him since the earliest days of their aquaintance. A part of her had believed all along that this was preordained—though there had been uncertain times when she had doubted herself, or wondered if the subtle signs of attraction which she had read in Stephen’s captivating, mercurial eyes and his quiet, diffident smile had just been products of her own foolish woolgathering. To her delight, he tasted of the wine they had been sharing and of her fondest wishes come true, while he filled her with a sublime bliss and the quickening desire for more. His kisses were her euphoria and the answer to all those things which she had so often contemplated in her darkened room while on the cusp of sleep, pining for a night when Stephen would show her—without leaving room for doubt—that he wanted her too.

Without question, these were the best kisses of her life, in some part because she had waited upon them for so long—but even more so, because of the man bestowing them. Beauty had never known, let alone imagined a man like Stephen Strange—and thus her heart had been wholly unprepared for how swiftly she had fallen under his unintentional spell. 

Now, as enchanting as his kisses were, she longed from her soul to give him more than an equal share of blissful satisfaction. Having recognized from the beginning, a need in him for  simple tenderness and sincere, unselfish affection, she was ready to grant him whatever he might decide to ask of her.

Stephen took his time, gradually deepening their connection, leaving Beauty weak with the joy she had always expected would be the gift of his lush lips. She had certainly fantasized about how they would feel pressed to her own;  the perfect bow of his upper lip, the divinely plumped temptation of the bottom one. But this was far better than anything that she had dared entertain, as he teased that lower lip against hers, and then traced the tip of his tongue along the inside of her lips. This awakened shivers of sharp desire throughout her whole body, like no mere kisses from her past had ever done.

Beauty felt as much as heard the deep rumble of satisfaction that arose from his chest when she drew his tongue into her mouth, to savor and suckle upon, a sweet foretaste of her willingness to fulfill his desires.  Stephen wove his clever fingers into her hair—fingers which, to her eyes and heart, were as elegant and graceful as the finest of Renaissance sculptures, despite their disfigurement—holding her steady as he tasted her and claimed her, making her want to open herself to him in all ways.  Heart, mind, soul, and body. She slid her arms around his back, clinging to him as woman to man, so very far now from any of the mostly chaste embraces they had previously shared. He moaned into her mouth as she held onto to him, dizzying her with the powerful magic growing between them, and at the thrill of him lowering his hand to grip her shoulder. Though she had seen his damaged hands tremor in many situations, they felt solidly sure wherever they touched her—proof  enough to Beauty that he felt no hesitation about this more intimate contact.

She had no need to question how long they kissed and clung, happily lost with Stephen in this heavenly coccoon. When at last he broke from her lips, she gasped in time with him, and he rested his forehead against hers. Beauty’s lips throbbed from his fervor, and though she was eager to recapture his, she was content to follow his lead. His panting breaths tickled her sensitive lips, and he remained close enough so that she could feel him smile. She gave a happy little sigh and smiled softly in return.

“I can’t believe it’s taken me so long to finally get her, honey,” he murmured, “You must think I’m dense...”

Beauty’s denial was immediate and heartfelt, “Oh no…never. Not even once—I swear it darling!” She inhaled deeply, loving the familiar scent of his cologne which lightly overlay the warmth of his skin, and then she hummed quietly with happiness. Stephen moved his head enough to allow their eyes to meet, and Beauty nodded, seeing the questions there. “You have such a…complicated…life, Stephen,” she explained, “And you have to carry so much on your very broad shoulders.” She nestled her palm against his cheek, and he closed his eyes at her soothing touch. “So many resposibilities that would crush a lesser man. And I’ve been happy to wait for you to see…to understand…that……that…”. Now she chose her words with the greatest care, cautious to keep from overwhelming him with everything that filled her heart, “…that I could be the one uncomplicated part of your life. The part that you can count on for comfort…and support…and even…” Beauty flicked her eyes downward and her voice dropped to a whisper, “Even…love…if…if you would let me. If that’s something you could accept in your life.”

She bowed her head, a little anxious that she had dared too much, and surprised that she had just spoken so plainly of the secret she’d been holding close for all these months. As Stephen’s eyes had widened with true surprise at her unvarnished declaration and he seemed to be speechless, she started to think it had indeed been too much, too soon.  

He studied her face carefully before he replied. “Oh god, Beauty---it feels like a dozen lifetimes since anyone made me feel like you do. And since anyone has seen far enough past all the selfish mistakes I’ve made, to actually believe I’m so much more than the sum of all those years.” He stroked his thumbs along her cheekbones. “When you look at me this way, I want to be the better man that you insist I already am. And I don’t want to disappoint you...”

“You couldn’t possibly do that, Stephen...” she maintained, “You were already the finest man I’ve ever known---and that was before you let me see the depth of compassion in your heart...and how you never hesitate to serve humanity despite the personal cost.” 

Beauty blinked and happy, loving tears spilled down her cheeks, “My eyes are wide open, darling---and my faith and trust in your are stronger than any...misplaced...fear that you may have about letting me down.”

He stayed silent, although Beauty could see he was closely considering just how to respond. The warmth of his palms against her skin was so very soothing, like a promise that everything was meant to work out exactly as she’d been hoping for months. Stephen gave the barest shake of his head and the left side of his mouth ticked up slightly---the precursor of the lop-sided smile which was one of the earliest things she had come to love about him. “A lifetime of experience tells me that I’m unworthy of your optimism, honey---I mean, a tiger can’t change his stripes, right?”

All that she could manage was a soft, disappointed ‘oh’ as she lowered her eyes and swallowed the lump in her throat. Beauty could think of no further was to persuade him and she felt like her heart might be ready to break.

Yet Stephen gave a deep sigh, drawing her eyes back to his. “But as I actually find myself...honestly, very...smitten...with you...,” he admitted carefully, “...it’s about time I owned up to it...”

“Really?” Now her heart was quietly humming, possibly on it’s way to singing---if she could go by the open, willing look on his face.

“Really, honey,” he nodded, his smile grown full and very amused, “I’d...I’d like to try. To try to do things right. Right by you, and...and for myself...”

‘Oh, Stephen...” Wide-eyed at his revelation, Beauty laid her right hand upon his left hand still cupping her cheek, and nestled her lips against his palm, treating his scarred skin to several soft, lingering kisses.  “So...what comes next?”

“Next?” Stephen’s grin was half mischief, half suggestive. “I’m going to kiss you enough to make up for months of missed opportunities, of course...and then...well...I think we can figure out together where we go from here.”

Beauty smirked her delight, one brow raised in a heady dare, giving in without a moment’s thought when he allowed his lips to hover a whisper from hers, before diving in for their deepest kiss yet...

(to be continued)

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