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ruumirmir · 3 months

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𝙰 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙿𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎'𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞, T𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 Part I Part II (coming soon)

ੈ♡˳ Author's◇ note - Haha what if I pretended my shamelessly OCfied male reader was a character :))) Here's to me doing everything possible to build up my "reader" lore. Everything except actually drawing and naming him 😭 If you're curious about previous posts regarding my mans, you could skim over These!! Me when writing this: im gonna make up SO MUCH BULLSHIT about snezhnaya and the other harbingers.

𝘝𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 : ENG - Stephen Fu (Noe Archiviste from Vanitas no Carte) JP - Kento Ito (Dan Heng from Honkai Star Rail)

𝘉𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 : October 19

𝘈𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 : Northland Bank of the Fatui

𝘝𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 : Hydro

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 : Cygnus Venatici (The Hunting Swan)

A senior branch manager of Snezhnaya’s Northland bank. As a fatuus, he is formally well-known as the Venator Dux, who mans the Snezhnayan Order of Gold and Exchange founded by the Ninth Harbinger. He hunts in pursuit of the Tsar's vision, but his loyalties are far removed from her.

𝘝𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦-𝘖𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴

𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 Ah, the renowned traveller, in the flesh. A visitor to each of the seven nations, while your reputation has run across the continent twice over. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. If you've heard of the Snezhnayan Order of Gold and Exchange, that'd be me who's in charge of it. I am one of the agents within Lord Regrator's primary circle of officials, so you may address me as Venator dux.

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘵: 𝘐𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 I've been in my respective position for over a decade now, and for the last 3 - 4 years have come across choice tales surrounding your name. A big fan of your work, really! Lord Regrator has had his interest piqued for a while now... so for the sake of civilized peace and alliance, let's get along... shall we? Try not to cause any trouble and I might consider putting in a good word for you.

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘵: 𝘋𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘉𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘬𝘴 A large bulk of my work is centered around days of scrawling pen over paper... but really, one can only digest hefty documents for so long. I've had my fill for many years on end-... now, I'd prefer to partake in more physical tasks.

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘵: 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 I fear the new batch of rookies are growing too lax in their combat training… perhaps it was my uninspiring teaching method today. As a Venator, it simply won’t do to disappoint them. Traveller, would you help a man out and join the session today? The trainees could do with a fresh perspective on things.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐𝘵 𝘙𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴

No shelter to be seen... here's to praying that you don't catch a cold. Oh don't worry about me, I seldom get sick.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 I've always wondered how the real clap of thunder would feel in comparison to a shock of electro. Unless you want to volunteer for that, watch your step.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐𝘵 𝘚𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 Eh... I've seen it once, I've seen it a thousand times. That being said, the nights that are covered in an impossibly slow curtain of snowfall are some of the rarer times I stop to admire it.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘶𝘯 𝘐𝘴 𝘖𝘶𝘵 Finally. Some real warmth to my face. I am but a simple man, languishing like a wilted flower in the absence of our sun's blazing gaze.

𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘵 Actually... I think I might just prefer the miserable winter cold over this.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘐𝘴 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 What's with the aggressive breeze today? Does the Anemo archon have bills to pay?

𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 Good morning. I was about to stop by the city lake on my way to the bank and feed the local geese. You can come along if you'd like. Keep your distance from Tatiana though. She bites.

𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰𝘰𝘯 On a slow lazy day, I'd be waking up around noon. Fortunately, the weekend is right around the corner, so I can do just that.

𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 Although the Northland "bank" closes to the public by evening, the building itself stays open till midnight for other classified affairs. So I may as well make the most of my break time before I'm needed again.

𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 Oh, I must've lost track of time. It's quite late into the night, so before I go, let me walk you back to whatever establishment you're staying at... Oh, uh- I'm... not sure I heard you correctly. You said you live... inside... a teapot...?

𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘝𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳: 𝘚𝘯𝘦𝘻𝘩𝘯𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘯 𝘖𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘎𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘌𝘹𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 It was the very first decree of order at the hands of Lord Regrator when he came into power as a Harbinger many years ago; to inaugurate a faction dedicated to rearing the potential he painstakingly carved into the foundations of the Northland bank. It is just as the name implies. An executive body responsible for developing economic policies and providing regulation, consulting, and forecasting of socioeconomic and business development, ranging from simple roadside shops to production factories-Oh, have I lost you? Haha... don't apologize, I've seen that expression a couple times before. In simple terms: we help run the nation's cycle of mora, trade system, and citizen’s businesses.

𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘝𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘵 [Unlocked at Friendship Lv. 4] The title bestowed upon me, Venator Dux, signifies not just leadership but mastery over a successful hunt- or in some cases, a successful business strategy. The master hunter requires a discerning eye, a mind that can decipher the intricate patterns woven by our adversaries. Information is our ammunition, and knowledge is the silent arrow that strikes before the prey even realizes the hunt has begun.

𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘜𝘴: 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘴 Various forms of dance and song are the lifeblood of Snezhnaya’s festivals. During fall, you’ll find multiple dance troupes and clowns passing each village, town, and city to perform. I personally look forward to the dancers.

𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘜𝘴: 𝘓𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺 [Unlocked at Friendship Lv. 6] Your little companion has stuck with you since day one? Truly? That is… a highly admirable trait, one that I will always stand by. Loyalty is not a mere pledge, it anticipates the unspoken desires of another; a commitment that transcends the superficial bonds of allegiance. I keep this ideal close to my heart... for only a single person.

𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘝𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 I was hesitant to use a delusion in the first place, so frankly, I’m glad to have been gifted this for whatever reason I was found worthy of. However… Lord Regrator harbours an uncanny dislike for my vision. It’s not something that has been brought up, but I can read between the lines.

𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 You didn’t hear it from me, but I encourage the employees at the bank to keep a list of all the infuriating and rude customers. It’s to spice up all the sparring and combat practice sessions by naming and dressing up the dummies as people they’d like to kick- Ha!

𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 This wintry climate is harsh and unsustainable for various flora and fauna. The Charmomila flower doesn’t care about any of that. They’ll grow in obnoxious places if they want to. The real deal comes from the summer butterflies that feast on its nectar. After a while their wings turn a beautiful honey-yellow, which are harvested and brewed into the sweetest and most expensive nonalcoholic beverage you’ll find around here. I enjoy a glass of one semi-regularly on work mornings.

𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘙𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳: 𝘈𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦 [Unlocked at Friendship Lv. 6] He will have my sincere respect, always. Lord Regrator has built his empire up from a scratch in the dirt, something impossible to do were he a lesser man. His sacrifices of blood, sweat, and tears has bled into the policies that the bank stands on today. Money breeds imbalance and power, which in turn grants freedom and recognition if you are on the right side of the coin. Regrator is a utilizing man and he guards what’s his, zealously. He will take and take until his arms sag with the weight, and uphold his promise to give out the correct equivalents because he lets his value of fair exchange lead him like a vice. For as long as he stays true to his greed, I will be the hand that reaches forward to grasp what he desires.

𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘙𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳: 𝘋𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘶𝘮 [Unlocked at Friendship Lv. 6] Lord Regrator expects a strict level of decorousness from everyone working under his name- from me to even the most forgotten grunts. It's nothing outrageous of course. You would only ever see the metaphorical boot-licking than a literal one. I find it a bit much sometimes but the public eye is nothing to scoff at. Especially to a man of his status. The Snezhnayan dvoryane make up more than a third of the Northland Bank's clientele- not to mention the stakes a couple of them have invested. And if there is anything that those feather-headed fools care about, it's posh theatrics. *Sigh* Still... I quite enjoy falling in step with Pantalone's politesse. He has a beautiful manner of speech that I've never been able to measure up to.

𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘙𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳: 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘎𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 [Unlocked at Friendship Lv. 6] …Why do I feel like you’re trying to fish for critical information...? Fine- I'll concede. It's your head on the line anyways. Lord Regrator is a big player in the system of underground businesses that connect Nathan and Snezhnaya. Technically it could be called a black market, but it’s mainly run by a small council of social elites from both nations. There are occasional hosted auctions, that my lord targets to buy out priceless artifacts from. I’m talking about lost pieces of history and endangered caged beasts over items with resell value. Now… with that being said, as long as this secret remains safe… so do you. It’s always me who’s dispatched to make sure it stays that way.

#➳❥ Ooh Lover Boy #pantalone #genshin #genshin impact #fatui #fatui harbingers #pantalone genshin #genshin impact headcanons #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #pantalone x reader #pantalone x male reader #genshin impact fatui #➳❥ Rumour writes #➳❥ rumour says #genshin imagines

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prettyboysdontlookatexplosions · 1 month

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medialog february 2k24

is it almost april. yes. am i letting that stop me. no. the perfect is the enemy of the good!

watched

she must be seeing things - a 1987 indie about a woman who gets obsessively jealous about her girlfriend's past after discovering her collection of photographs of ex-boyfriends; this movie contained one of the most human-feeling love scenes taking place between two characters in an established relationship i have ever seen, and captured the feel of new york city apartments inhabited by the un-rich in a visceral way. it is also a funny movie about how annoying artists are. i am like sincerely curious as to whether jonathan larson, during the years before or while he was developing rent, caught a screening of this (it had its premiere at film forum, where i saw it), because a story of sexual jealousy between a very professional black lesbian lawyer and her irritating yet captivating white bisexual artist girlfriend... did feel a little familiar to me as a person who could still belt out every line of take me or leave me in my sleep, ngl!

poor things - we've discussed this but: Yes. Me. Absolutely. i wanted to live in the world of this movie forever, it could have been four hours long and i NEVER say that shit. one of those where sometimes i see critiques or queries i think are valid and i nod peacefully and think: ah, but it wasn't for that; it was for me, to have a treat. also one of those where people are saying some bonkers ass shit about it all over the place, as we have also discussed; i do genuinely believe that reading it as in any way interested in or convinced it is describing a story of female empowerment is deeply misguided, and that much of the pleasure of the movie comes from the fact that bella doesn't need to be empowered, because she has been lucky enough to be raised as an experiment rather than as a woman, which is a fun sexy provocation that is of course nonsensical if taken literally but incredibly fun for me (the person this movie was for) to sit with for two hours.

office space - i watched this in high school and HAAAATED it, was bored out of my mind, and then every time it came up in conversation, which it did a lot because this is how things were in high school in 2005, i would say i didn't get it and the person i was talking to would say, "you have to watch it twice." i don't think i've ever had an experience with a piece of media where the response to my response was so reliably uniform. anyway yeah this is funnier the second time. stephen root might be our greatest living actor idk

drive-away dolls - YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHH BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCHHHHHHHH

the heartbreak kid - elaine may's mikey and nicky is one of the most emotionally brutal films i've ever watched, but i think i found this harder to sit through. it's brilliant - i talked about it with a friend who'd seen it sometime earlier who said it was the first movie she could remember seeing that confronted men's fantasies so directly, which is apt - but absolutely excruciating. i never really understood what the film people were talking about when they talked about the use of cuts to build/release tension until the scene at a restaurant where a guy keeps winding himself up to break up with his wife on their honeymoon, and not doing it, and the camera just makes you stay with him until you are begging for relief.

sex, lies & videotape - rewatch with director's commentary. steven soderbergh is definitely on the list of famous people i delusionally believe i could be friends with if the circumstances of life had caused our paths to overlap.

zone of interest - another one that has really Brought Out The Takes, about which i'll just say: no one in this movie is turning a blind eye to what they're doing with the possible exception of the mother, who's happy to join in with some chattily murderous antisemitism but finds the material reality of it too distasteful to stay (in at least one potential reading of a plot point left interestingly ambiguous). personally i thought the film was (1) almost completely disinterested in the question of the banality of evil (2) quite good.

mission: impossible - i talked my friend into going through the series with me and we started off with a double-header; the colors in this movie are sooooooo good. tom cruise at this point has obviously had work done by xenu's finest specialists but revisiting this did remind me that he actually also genuinely always has looked quite young for his age - he's 34 in this but he looks like a baby.

mission: impossible - 2 - i literally can't believe there are people who don't like this movie. grow up

read

monster midway: an uninhibited look at the glittering world of the carny, william lindsay gresham - i guess i don't know what i expected from a nonfiction book about the carnival by the author of nightmare alley, the great american novel, but it definitely wasn't 300 pages about how the carnival is the most special and wonderful place on earth and the people who've given their lives to it are the noblest, boldest, most magical folks you can find. i particularly enjoyed the section on palmistry as cold-reading, which included a long quote from fake psychic about how really most people just need to be told some basic emotional truths and to believe in themselves, so if she can give them that, that's a dollar well spent, which is tbh hard to argue with.

listened

rosie tucker - tiny songs vol. 1 - rosie tucker came onto my radar through one of dave's mixes, which i'm still listening to - her song "all my exes live in vortexes," which opens "i hope no one had to piss in a bottle at work to get me the thing i ordered on the internet," caught my ear - and while i haven't delved further into her discography, i did love this 12-track, 10 minute album (not a typo!), which gives you the sense of someone spitballing an idea for a song just long enough to start it, then losing interest and moving on to the next one, but in a good way? idk it's fun and weird and only 10 minutes!

#media 2k24 #isabel 2k24

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learnfromhawking · 1 year

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What's up, my fellow cosmologists and curious minds? It's your boy, the one and only LearnFromHawking. Today, we're talking about a topic that's out of this world - quite literally. I'm talking about wormholes.

Now, I know what you're thinking. Wormholes? Are we talking about sci-fi here? Well, actually, wormholes are a real thing, according to theoretical physics. And no, I'm not just making this up to mess with you. Stephen Hawking himself was a big proponent of the concept.

So, what exactly is a wormhole? Well, it's a hypothetical shortcut through spacetime that could potentially allow us to travel great distances in a shorter amount of time. Sounds cool, right? The catch is that we don't actually know if wormholes exist or if they're even possible to create.

But that hasn't stopped people from theorizing and fantasizing about them. Some even believe that aliens could be using wormholes to travel to Earth. Hey, it's a fun idea to entertain.

But let's not get too carried away. We still have a lot to learn about the universe and how it works. And even if wormholes do turn out to be possible, we might not be able to use them for practical purposes anytime soon. Sorry, guys, but you might have to stick to airplanes for now.

In the meantime, let's keep exploring and expanding our knowledge of the cosmos. Who knows what other mind-blowing discoveries we'll uncover? Stay curious, my friends.

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geeky-politics-46 · 2 years

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You Belong To Me - Part 2

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Part 2 to "You Belong To Me".

Pairing: Sinister Stephen Strange x Reader, Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: Much to your surprise, & Stephen's, you discover you are pregnant. With twins. As the pregnancy progresses you start to feel everything is not as it seems.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - fingering, dubious consent, deception, manipulation, breeding kink, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pet names, jealousy, language, toxic relationship, kinda cheating?, mention of potential pregnancy complications (minor)

Somewhat canon divergent as I wanted Tony alive, felt America should still be there, & I needed Wanda for the plot. Also some inspiration from AHS. Thank you so much for all the love you guys have given this piece. It means so much to me. At popular request this will now be a probably 4 part series.

"So how bad do you think he's gonna freak out?"

You sat still stunned next to an equally shocked Wong in the library of the Sanctum Sanctorum, staring at a small white stick. It was resting on a fluffy pale blue/green hand towel. One end of the stick was covered with a royal blue cap. The towel created a sharp contrast against the rich polished aged wood of the table, the cap & the stick in contrast to the towel. The thing you both couldn't stop staring at however were the 2 pink lines visible in results window on the stick.

Wong pursed his lips for a second. Trying to figure out what response would be most likely from your boyfriend, Stephen Strange.

"Well, I think you should definitely make sure he's sitting down first."

Without even turning to look at you he reached over to pull your hand away from your mouth. You had already chewed the cuticle on your thumb raw, you didn't need to get it bleeding. It was a habit you fell back into when you were anxious. Both Stephen & Wong had gotten into the habit of making you stop when they saw you doing it.

You huffed at him, less for making you stop & more because you didn't know what else to do. "I should make you tell him. You're the one that burst into our bedroom without knocking after I read the test results. What if you had walked in on us doing... something?"

"Yeah, I burst in because you screamed bloody murder. I thought you were being attacked. We still don't know who or what that was that trapped us last month, & things have been happening more often lately."

You nodded slightly & grunted in agreement. Yeah, you couldn't be too mad about it. He was just trying to protect you. You also knew he was under threat from Stephen to watch you like a hawk when he wasn't there.

"Plus it's not like I haven't walked in on you 2 doing things all over this place. More times than I care to think about. I still can't sit on that loveseat downstairs."

You turned to give a perturbed look at your friend, who to his credit did look slightly traumatized as he recalled the various places & positions he'd found you & Stephen in around the Sanctum.

All of a sudden a golden spark appeared mid-air & quickly expanded to create a portal. Stephen quickly stepped through it, hands full with books & papers. The portal closing down as he started walking away from it.

He turned his head towards the 2 of you, both looking like you'd been caught red handed. You didn't dare reach for the pregnancy test to try & hide it. You were better off pretending it wasn't even there.

As he moved to walk past he observed the scene & acknowledged you both, "Wong. Sweetheart." Before turning back towards where he was walking.

You were about to exhale in relief that he hadn't seen the test when you saw him freeze dead in his tracks. He stood still for a couple beats & then started walking backwards. Turning his head back toward you once he stood in front of you. His eyes were giant.

He shifted everything in his hands to one side & pointed at the stick, "what's that?" His voice hesitant & curious at the same time.

Wong chimed in first, "what's what?"

Stephen narrowed his eyes at Wong & shot him a look that said 'do not screw with me on this'. He then turned to look you straight in your eyes before asking more pointedly.

"Is that a pregnancy test?"

"Umm... yeah." You tried to answer nonchalantly. As if he was asking about a book or an apple instead of a pregnancy test.

"Is it yours?" He wasn't even sure why he was asking that.

"No, it's Wong's. Yes, of course it's mine. I've been feeling really off the last couple of weeks, & I took the test more as a 'well that's an easy thing to rule out' thing &..."

You bit your bottom lip between your teeth & sorta shrugged your shoulders. Did you need to say it? Surely you didn't need to say. You aren't sure you were ready to say it out loud yet. You went exactly unhappy about it, but you weren't exactly happy either.

You certainly hadn't planned on it. At least not now anyway. You were always careful to never miss a pill, hell you even took them at almost the exact same time everyday. You knew they weren't a 100% guarantee, but you did everything in your power to get it as close to 100% as you could. Had you taken any antibiotics or something else that could have interfered with your pills? No. You or Stephen would have known.

"...&?" Stephen's eyebrows raised in expectation. Waiting for you to finish your sentence. At this point he knew what the test said, but he needed to hear it out loud. He needed you to say it.

Wong took the opportunity to answer for you. Throwing his hands up, a fake overexaggerated smile on his face, & said with a half statement half question, "congratulations!!!"

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Stephen had been surprisingly calm when you told him you were pregnant. Well, when Wong told him you were pregnant. Luckily the shock more or less wore off by that evening.

You were even more surprised when you woke up in the middle of the night to Stephen's hand resting on your low belly, a far off look in his eyes. He had a few silent tears running down his cheeks. A small smile on his lips. Quickly wiping away the tears & turning his expression stoic once again when he noticed you watching him. Pulling his hand away from you as he did.

"Penny for your thoughts?" You asked him in a warm loving tone.

"Do you think I'd be a good dad?"

You brushed his hair back & away from his eyes before bringing your palm to settle on his cheek. He leaned in to your touch & pressed a kiss to your palm.

"Yeah, I do baby. You may not be the most outwardly loving person, but when you love someone Stephen you love with your whole heart. Nothing would stop you if they were in danger. That matters a hell of a lot."

"You know that whatever you decide I will be okay with. It's your body, it's your decision. I will support you & love you no matter what, but... I can't stop thinking about what having a baby, a family, with you would be like. I'm scared shitless, but I really want to do this with you."

"Yeah? Something about this just feels right doesn't it? I don't know why it does all of a sudden. I love you so much Stephen, & I want to have a baby with you. This baby."

You finished your declaration by placing his hand back on your low belly. Over the tiny thing that would develop & grow into your baby. A small piece of each of you forever joined.

"You are gonna be an amazing mom, & I am gonna try not to be a total disaster of a dad."

You rested your forehead against his as he sniffled. Failing to hold back his emotion. The two of you giggling at the new path you just agreed to walk together. Neither one of you ever thought you would ever go down this path. Until now.

His lips soon found yours. You could feel him smiling as he pressed sweet & loving kisses all over your face. His arms moving to wrap tightly around your waist. Pulling you down to lay on top of him.

"Oh man, we are gonna need to baby proof everything around here."

His statement had you laughing. Your head falling forward against his neck. Nuzzling in you hummed in acknowledgement. Then you start nipping & kissing at him. Paying special attention to the spot that you knew got him going.

A soft little moan escaped his throat. His arms wrapping around you tightly before you felt his hips buck up once into yours. Feeling him starting to harden underneath you made you grind back down against him. Your reaction brings a proud smile to his face.

"Ooo, those pregnancy hormones getting you all frisky already? Well you just let me take care of that. I'm gonna take good care of you sweetheart. I promise... But, I think maybe you should start calling me daddy right now."

Stephen quickly flipped you over & playfully pounced on you. You both stayed lost in each other for the next couple of hours. He told you he loved you more times than you could count, & made you cum almost as many times. By the time you finally untangled from each other you were completely exhausted. It had been a very stressful day, but you were happy to have spent the last of your energy on Stephen. The love of your life.

As you snuggled into the covers you kissed Stephen's shoulder one more time before letting your head hit the pillow. Smiling as you closed your eyes thinking back to the moment all this probably happened.

"Guess you got what you wanted with that whole 'fuck a baby into you' thing, huh? Took me by surprise, but fuck that was the best sex we've ever had. Definitely."

"What?" His eyebrows furrowed as he turned his head to face you. He didn't remember saying that. Or anything like that.

"The incredible sex we had that day you had off. When you got back home." Your voice slowly grew quieter as each word passed through your lips, succumbing to a heavy sleep.

It took him a moment to process what you had said. He had come home that day to find you fast asleep in your shared bed. You were naked, & he just assumed you had fallen asleep waiting for him. Maybe you had been fantasizing about him that day. Playing with yourself while he wasn't there.

That thought tugged at his mind. He hadn't been there for you. He had been so wrapped up in trying to find the reason for his recurring nightmare. He hadn't been as attentive to you as he should have been. He was falling back on his old bad habit of pulling away when he was scared. He didn't want to tell you that the dream was of him losing you. From now on he was going to be better. He was going to be there for you. For you & for your baby.

A small smug smile now gracing the face of the sinister looking man who stood watching all of this from his own universe. Making sure his plan went smoothly. Thinking about the day he set everything in motion to get the thing he wanted most. You.

He would be replaying that day he spent with you in his head once again. Savoring all the little noises you made. The way your skin felt against his. The way your lips felt. You had said it was incredible. He knew you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

As much as he despised watching another man touch you, defile you, he was playing the part perfectly. Being too stupid or naive to not see what was happening right before his eyes. Soon he would see.

Soon you would be free of that variant, you would be where you belonged. With him.

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The first ultrasound went perfectly. Your pregnancy was confirmed, as was your due date, & a conception window.

You weren't surprised to find out it was indeed that same week Stephen had attempted to take a day off. It had been a particularly busy week for you 2 bedroom wise, the pinnacle of which was that spectacular afternoon romp.

Although a fresh wave of shock hit you both when you learned you were actually having twins. Not one baby, but two.

Wong promptly voiced his hope it was one of each, a boy & a girl. He also hoped they took after you, & not their father. He then proceeded to spill the beans to most of the other Avengers. Wanda was giddy since she was a twin. Peter was already begging to babysit, swearing that Ned & M.J. would be there to help. Then the shock of all shocks, Tony actually hugged Stephen while Pepper was already busy planning your baby shower.

It was quite a sight seeing the world's mightiest heroes, super soldiers & assassins alike, argue over who gets to hold the babies first, who isn't allowed to hold them at all, & who will be the favorite aunt or uncle. They were all overruled on that last one by America & Wong.

It was still early in your pregnancy, still well in your first trimester, & you tried not to put the cart before the horse. You wouldn't be finding out gender for a while still. You still told Thor that you would take his name ideas into consideration, nonetheless. Surprisingly, he suggested his brother's name. It was all very sweet.

All things considered though, your surprise pregnancy was off to a great start. You saw a love in Stephen's eyes for you that you had never seen before, & for a moment your world felt perfect.

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It wasn't long after that day that the dreams began.

For a while they all started the same. Playing out like a scene from Phantom of The Opera.

You would find yourself standing in the grand foyer of the Sanctum, but now the age of the building was painfully clear. The formerly pristine building now dilapidated & crumbling. Paint & wallpaper peeling away from the walls, like skin shedding. Once polished wood now dull & splintering. Chunks of the walls & the roof were missing or the concrete was shattered like a spiderweb.

The chill in the once warm building only being amplified by the fact that you were always wearing only a silk nightie, never the comfortable shirt or pajamas you had gone to bed in. It was short with thin straps & usually white or ivory, occasionally black, trimmed with delicate lace. You felt exposed even just standing in the large room alone.

Only you weren't alone. You were never alone. He was always there, waiting for you.

Stephen was always there. Somerimes he lurked in the shadows before stepping forward. Sometimes he stood waiting on the grand staircase. Sometimes his voice echoed through the room before he appeared right behind you.

It was Stephen, but it wasn't. His skin was pale & dull. His eyes that were normally a sparkling sky blue were now a cold icy slate. His hair was out of it's usual perfect placement. Both his hair & his goatee were a bit longer. All of the warmth had been stripped from his face.

The first handful of times you dreamt of him a chill would run down your spine whenever your eyes would first find his. Goosebumps prickling up over your exposed flesh & your nipples becoming hard, visible through the thin silk.

His eyes now roving freely over your body. Part of you wanted to cross your arms over your chest & shield yourself from his predatory gaze, but part of you liked the hungry way he looked at you. Your body usually started to respond to him before you could make up your mind. It was still Stephen, & your body still wanted him.

Despite his ominous appearance, he always greeted you lovingly. Usually with a "hello sweet kitten" or "I missed you my love", as he brushed a thumb over your cheek & brought his lips to meet your neck. Inhaling deeply & taking in your scent before exhaling with a throaty groan. You were unsure if he could smell your growing arousal for him or if that was perhaps precisely what spurned on his reaction.

What happened next was always different, & in the beginning it consisted of actions far more than words. One goal was always apparent though. He wanted to worship & pleasure you.

Sometimes he would drop to his knees in front of you before trailing his hands & his lips up your legs before pulling one over his shoulder. Licking his lips as he eyed your bare cunt already wet & now displayed for him. His fingertips gripping into the soft flesh of your ass to steady you as he brought his mouth to you. Always looking up at you, wanting to see your reaction as he began his first long slow lick over your pussy. From the base of your entrance to up & over your clit. Making sure there was no spot left unlaved by his tongue.

After that he became a man starved. Sucking & licking at your dripping sex with a ferocity that put you on edge within a couple minutes. The more you moaned the more ravenous he was. After a while when your fingers gripped tight in his hair, his hips begin thrusting against nothing as he growled & snarled against your pussy lips letting his nose nudge at your clit. Filthy praises falling from his mouth before bringing you to your breaking point with only his mouth.

"Your pussy tastes so good my love. So sweet & perfect. Want you to cum on my face kitten. Cum all over me. Fuck I need it kitten. Need you."

Other times he would lay you down on the stairs. Kissing you passionately as his long skilled fingers worked in & out of you. The sinful wet sound that was made with each curl of his fingers inside you making you both more needy. Again he would whisper the lewdest things to you in the most adoring way. Pulling whimpers from you as he thrust harder & faster, his thumb dragging over your clit.

"So tight sweet girl. This pussy is just for me isn't it? Listen to that. She's so wet, & she's squeezing my fingers so tight. So perfect. Love you & love this tight little hole. Wanna stay buried in it forever."

It didn't stop there either. He had you bent over the banister face & fingers working you to climax over & over. Pulling you down to ride his face as he lay on the marble floor. Sitting in his lap on the stairs with your back to his chest, one hand fingerfucking your juicy pussy & the other down your nightie teasing at your nipple. He has made you cum countless times on every surface in the foyer & in every position he can think of.

He had also begun professing his love for you during your nocturnal romps. Saying that he would destroy a thousand universes & collapse every dimension if he had to to be with you forever. It only added to the intensity of the dreams.

You assumed pregnancy hormones are what's causing the vivid dreams. You knew when hormone levels change, your libido does too. You can only imagine it would be amplified when you were pregnant with twins. If this was the trade off for weird cravings & some morning sickness you were okay with it.

The sex you were having with Stephen when you were awake was even better lately too, more intimate & passionate. He was more outwardly loving too. Standing behind you & wrapping you in his arms as he talked to Wong or Tony. His hands resting on your belly that was now slowly starting to grow. Holding your hand & kissing you more when you were out together. It was a win/win as far as you were concerned. You were suddenly drowning in affection from your man, the father of your babies, both awake & asleep.

Even though there were some days you woke up to him staring at you with a worried look. He always brushed it off as you were saying weird things & talking in your sleep. His expression grew even more clouded when you said you were dreaming about him.

On those days he seemed unusually anxious. Like there was something waiting around every corner. You thought it was the realization of becoming a parent seeping in. The sudden contradiction of seeing you, thinking of you as both a lover & a mother. To be honest whenever you had a bad day recently that was the reason why.

After about 2 months of nightly rendezvous with your dream Stephen you start to wonder why your brain had decided to have only you on the receiving end so far. Not that you weren't enjoying it, what woman wouldn't, but you certainly enjoyed taking care of Stephen too. Getting him to whimper & moan your name. You also realized that you had never fucked your dream Stephen, & that you really wanted to.

Whenever you had tried to touch him in your dreams, stroke him through his robes or started getting down to your knees to suck him off he always pushed your hand away or pulled you back up. Saying it was about your pleasure. You knew he wanted you, & that he was so hard each time it had to be painful. Occasionally getting carried away thrusting & grinding against your hip. The only thing stopping him from cumming was the fact that he inevitably got you there first.

You wanted to pleasure him. You wanted to fuck him. You needed to.

The next week you didn't dream of Stephen at all, the first lengthy span without your nightly forays with him. You were missing him terribly. You found yourself snapping at Wong & Stephen, even at Peter & America.

You began pulling away when Stephen went to hold you. Telling him his cologne had started making you nauseous. You even found yourself sobbing on the bathroom floor because you missed him. Despite the fact that he was right there. You didn't understand why this was happening. Why did you crave the man in your dreams like he was a drug, when you felt a growing aversion to the man on the bathroom floor with you? They were the same man. Weren't they?

You had thought your ultrasound appointment would make you feel better. Closer to Stephen again. Seeing the product of your love for each other still safely growing in your womb. Or at the very least maybe you could find out if these feelings & mood swings were normal. The crying was mentioned in the books, the desperate need to have your partner's darker dream self to rail you into next year was not.

Stephen felt you were struggling too. He just didn't know what was causing it. He feared it had something to do with whatever had been so interested in you it had bested both the current & former Sorcerers Supreme just to get to you.

Your behaviour had changed recently. When you slept your astral form fought against your body, like it was being pulled from you. The few times he had witnessed it it scared him. Then the way you looked at him had changed. Seemingly overnight. It didn't feel like normal pregnancy problems.

He & Wong had begun scouring even the smallest shred of text trying to find something, anything to help them find a lead. Wong loved you like a sister, & having recently decided himself that he was the rightful godfather to your children, he wasn't going to let any harm come to either of you. They were close to asking Bruce & Tony for help, not sure exactly what they even could do to help.

Both of you sat in the exam room, nervous energy rolling off you both. Well, he sat. You were laying on a table covered in paper & had to pee like a racehorse. Stephen could sense your unease. You looked over to find his eyes trained on you. He stood up & pulled one of your hands to him, holding it to his chest. Moving to run his other hand through your hair & kiss the top of your head.

He kept his face in your hair & whispered "I know that you're having a hard time right now, & I know I can't magically make everything better because I checked."

He smiled when he heard you snort a laugh at his comment before continuing, "but I will do everything in my power, & in Wong's power, to make this easier & more comfortable for you. I don't like seeing you upset sweetheart. Okay. I love you."

You let him cradle your head to his chest.

"I love you too Stephen. I'm sorry I've been such a bitch to everyone. I just haven't been sleeping well I think."

"Well you are having 2 of Stephen's kids. I expect that's a lot of sarcasm for 1 person to carry."

A voice from the doorway pulled both of you to look that way. Christine's head popped around the door as she gave it a little knock at the same time. A large friendly smile on her face.

As stupid as it sounded, now that she was happily married felt far less threatened by her. She really was very sweet. One of those people you can't help but like even if you don't want too.

She had made a point of telling you how good you were for Stephen & that you had the patience of a saint to put up with him. You actually enjoyed spending time with her. You had even had a couple girl's lunches & dinners together.

She quickly stepped to the side moving into the room as the door opened farther & your doctor came in behind her. Your doctor gave a couple quick hellos to everyone in the room & went through a quick reminder of how everything worked.

While the doctor started prepping the ultrasound machine Christine walked over to you & Stephen. She gave you a tight little squeeze before addressing Stephen directly. She was mostly grilling him about how he was taking care of you. However you couldn't help but start to dissect the expressions on their faces, looking for any hidden emotions.

He was smiling back at her. A genuine wide smile that made the crows feet at the outer corners of his eyes appear. His blue eyes trained on her as she spoke.

His hands were still holding you but his fingers no longer moved back & forth to soothe you.

A wave of green started pulling you down deeper & deeper into a pool of sudden jealousy with each second. You were starting to spiral, even as part of your brain tried to bring you back to reality.

Of course he had been infatuated with her. She had a warm sweet smile that reminded you of a Disney princess, she was smarter than you could ever dream to be, & just to top it off she was so beautiful she could be a model tomorrow. How could you even think you could ever compare? Maybe you were a placeholder, someone to keep him from getting lonely until he could maybe have another shot at her. Would he leave you if he had the chance to be with her? Would he leave your children?

No. He wouldn't do that. Would he? Part of your mind yelled back no, trying to pull you from your destructive paranoid thoughts. You were well aware that you were reading far too much into it, & that Stephen's interactions now with Christine were simply as a friend. Yet part of you now questioned even the smallest gesture. Told you to push Stephen away before he could confirm your dark thoughts & tell you the thing you most feared.

Thankfully, your doctor interrupted both the conversation & your mental spiral. Christine told Stephen a quick goodbye & gave you another small hug, saying to call her if you needed anything & Stephen couldn't help. You thanked her, even though at the moment you would rather put your hand in a bear trap than let her into your house. With that she excused herself & headed back to do her rounds.

The doctor began applying the conductive gel to your stomach as you held your shirt out of the way. Stephen leaned down to kiss your forehead as you jumped at the cold sensation. The fetal heartbeats automatically became audible as the doctor placed the transducer over your uterus.

"Alright, 2 heartbeats. One seems to be stronger but both are in regular rhythm. Nice clear sounds. Let's see if we can get a good angle to see both of them clearly."

She turned the monitor so you & Stephen both had a clear view. Not that you could quite tell what was what. It was easier than last time though. The blobs were starting to look more like people.

The doctor began shifting the transducer back & forth on your skin. Tilting it one way, then the other. The longer she moved it around the more her face started to worry you. A neutral expression dropping in on itself. Her eyebrows furrowed a little & her lips pressed tighter together. Eventually Stephen cleared his throat as a way of questioning what was going on.

She finally decided on a position to hold the transducer in & turned her attention back to you. She made sure to put on a reassuring face & it made the bile start to rise in your throat.

"So pregnancy with twins can be a little different than a regular pregnancy, more difficult, for the obvious reason that you are trying to split the resources between 2 babies instead of one. Something that can happen is that one fetus can begin to develop & grow faster than the other because they are taking more of the resources mom is providing. The other fetus staying smaller. That seems to be what we have happening here with your twins."

She directed your attention back to the ultrasound monitor & began pointing to different areas of the black & white image displayed.

"This is baby number 1. You can see a bit more detailed development, even some little fingers right here, but what is very apparent is its size relative to baby number 2. This right here is baby number 2, as you can see this fetus is significantly smaller than its sibling with less development clearly visible. This is called selective fetal growth restriction."

You noticed Stephen's hand was gripping your's tighter than before. The question both of you had was clearly readable on your faces. Before either of you could make yourself ask it out loud, the doctor began to answer.

"Now just because baby number 1 is hogging the nutrients right now doesn't mean that the other baby or mom is in imminent danger. Most times what happens is that the distribution evens out & baby number 2 catches up. Baby number 2 might still stay slightly smaller but develops normally & birth goes smoothly. There are of course some cases where that doesn't happen, & both mother & babies are at risk. So I want to keep a close eye on you as your pregnancy progresses. This does put you at higher risk for some complications as well as being potentially put on bed rest prior to birth, & potentially need for preterm delivery. I also recommend that if by your next ultrasound we are not seeing much progress catching up from baby number 2 we do some more testing including a fetal echocardiogram & DNA testing."

At that point you stopped listening, you heard what she was saying but you couldn't process the meaning of the words. You remember her handing you the ultrasound pictures & scheduling your next appointment. It was going to be far sooner than you originally thought. You remember getting home. It all felt like it was in slow motion or you were suspended under water. Your mind was on the 2 little ones in your womb. They were all that mattered in the moment. The mood swings & breakdowns, the weird territorial thoughts with Christine, none of that mattered.

When you got home Wong & America promptly stole the ultrasound photos from Stephen & began cooing over them. They would undoubtedly be plastered all over the fridge doors in the Sanctum, the Avenger's Compound, & the Kamar-Taj.

You & Stephen spent the evening together in your room. You just wanted him to hold you. Even though you knew that he would now be up in the middle of the night doing the work he should have been doing then.

This wasn't a serious complication with your pregnancy & Stephen did his absolute best to assure you that everything would be alright, but as hot & cold as your moods were swinging even the smallest things felt like earthquakes. You weren't sure.

Even though your brain was still racked with worry over your babies, at some point you willingly fell into a deep sleep. It had been an exhausting day. Partly because the two little monsters you were carrying took up most of your energy. Partly in the hopes that maybe tonight you would see him again. That maybe the man you had been missing so much, dream Stephen, would be there to comfort you.

As soon as your mind slipped through the veil between the world's of the waking & sleeping, into the subconscious mind, you found yourself in a familiar place. You were in the crumbling Sanctum once again, but this time instead of the grand foyer you found yourself standing in the bedroom you shared with Stephen.

This was the first time you had seen another part of the Sanctum in your dreams, & it's appearance matched the foyer. The drapes were merely tatters of fabric, the wooden bed frame rough & battered. Even the linens on the bed looked a bit threadbare. The light in the room somehow accenting & pulling even more focus to the large bed that sat in the middle of the room.

You reached over the footboard of the bed & ran your fingers along the heavy fabric of the duvet. Your fingertips feeling the small snags & tears of the old ornate covering. You usually never touched anything in your dream besides Stephen himself. Or if you did you were usually too far gone to pay much attention. It was all so incredibly detailed for a dream. It felt so real.

You pulled your hand back from the bed & hopefully, or maybe tentatively called out. "Stephen? Are you here?"

You were only met with silence. You called his name again, hoping that he was here somewhere. Waiting. Willing him to be there. Needing to get your fix of him.

"I've missed you terribly this last week, kitten. Did you miss me?" He entered the doorway of the bedroom & slowly walked to stand behind you. He let his arms slowly thread around your waist, placing his hands to rest on your growing baby bump. Bringing his lips to your neck & starting to place small featherlite kisses.

"Missed you so much Stephen. You have no idea. It's been so hard. Why does it feel so different to be in your arms here, in my dream, that it does when we are awake?"

You were still trying to workout the feelings you were now suddenly beset with. The aversion to Stephen during the day, the sadness that clouded your mind when you weren't here, the sudden suspicion & anger towards Christine, & the new fear for your babies. They began to drift away like clouds when you were here. Eventually all you could feel was him & the pleasure he gave you.

"Well my love, I guess you could say that we are pieces of each other. Forever linked in both dreams & when awake. By now you should know that his devotion, his desire for you cannot compare to what I can give you. To what I would give to our little ones. You saw the way he looked at Christine earlier, deep down he will always be hung up on her. He doesn't know that he has a goddess in his bed every night. I will never let you feel like anything less. I will never so much as cast my gaze onto another."

He had finally acknowledged your pregnancy. It had never been mentioned before. A few lingering touches on your belly had been the extent of it. A small moan left your lips as your head dropped back to lay on his shoulders. Letting Your hands rest over his on your bump.

At some point you stopped listening to exactly what he was saying. Letting the melody of his voice wrap around you. His touch was like a hit or heroin right to your bloodstream.

If you had been listening your blood would have run cold at some of the words he said. Making his true origin & intent known once he knew he had you snared in his web.

"You are so strong my love. I know today was frightening. Our child clearly overpowering that with his weak constitution. When I placed the charm to help my own seed take root it was never part of my plan for you to conceive with him as well. For him to have you as well. It's just one more thing that he has messed up. I will cherish that child too though. It's still a manifestation of my love. Of our love."

"Need you Stephen. Need to feel you. Need you inside. Please let me please you first though. I need to touch you."

"That is exactly why I was forced to stay away from you kitten. I needed you to need me. I needed you to crave me the way I crave you. Now, my good girl, take what you want. I want to watch you as you please me. Show me you are mine. Show me your devotion."

You bit your lip & turned to face him. His nostrils flaring as you brought you hand to caress his half hard cock through his pants. Groaning lowly as you felt him grow stiffer under your touch. You swore he felt bigger than normal.

Gripping onto his hips for support you slowly lowered yourself to your knees, staring up at him with big doe eyes silently asking for permission to undo his pants. Your hands caressing his thighs as you waited. He purposely held back for a moment, suspense bubbling beneath your skin until he nodded & began running his hands into your hair.

You quickly set to work undoing the buttons as he started removing the rest of his robes. Soon leaving him bare in front of you. His hard leaking cock was flushed & standing proud before you. He was deliciously thick & long, A long raised vein was visible throbbing along the underside.

Sticking your tongue out you placed a long slow lick along his tip before wrapping your mouth around his head & sucking lightly. Humming in delight at his taste on your tongue. You brought one hand up to grip the base of his cock as the other one moved to cup his balls, rolling & massaging them in your fingers.

Licking up & down the sides of his shaft before sliding him down your throat. Slowly starting to bob up & down taking all of him inch by inch. Gazing up at him through your eyelashes as you felt his length hit the back of your throat. You held yourself there & worked to swallow around him. You managed to pull a ragged whimper from him. The erotic sound making you moan in response. The vibration it sent through his cock made his fingers move back to grip your hair tighter.

"Such a good girl for me. Such a perfect sweet angel, & yet you suck my cock like such a filthy little whore. You love it don't you? I can smell that pretty pussy getting all drippy just for me."

Sucking him down over & over, the slurping sound you made getting louder with each action. His hips starting to thrust him farther into your throat making you gag lightly every time he bottomed out. Making sure to lick up over his tip as you came up each time. Eventually pulling back to swirl your tongue around the ridge of his head.

You knew he was getting close to losing control. Unsure if he would stop you or let himself cum down your throat, you pulled your mouth off of him completely. As you started stroking his cock that was now slick with your spit you dropped your head down to eagerly lick & suck at his balls. Your tongue sweeping back & forth repeatedly. Teasing the same spot right between them. Your entire body was now hungry with need for him.

You needed him to fuck you. You needed to feel him. So you started whining little pleas against the velvety flesh of his member. Dragging your lips back & forth with wet kisses & small sucking pops before swallowing his length between your pleas.

"Wanna fuck you Stephen. You've never fucked me here before. Please. I need more of you. I need to feel you. Need you in my pussy."

After taking his cock down your throat one more time he began to pull you up from your knees. He crushed you tight to his chest. Noticing how different this felt now that your belly was starting to swell. He let one had rest on your low back holding you against him, the other slid up your arm to tilt your chin upwards. So your eyes met his. A dark desire burning behind his blue irises.

"If you want me, I need you to tell me that you want it. That you want me. Beg for me to own you completely. Tell me you are mine & you will only be mine."

His voice had now sunk into a lower octave. His movements became like those of a jungle cat. His muscles constantly coiled & ready to pounce.

His lips began caressing yours soft & gently as he slid his palms up your thighs, pulling the silk fabric of your nightie up your soft curves before pulling back to lift it over your head. Discarding it somewhere on the debris laden floor. Your body now completely displayed for him. Taking a moment you let each other explore the planes of each other's bare flesh. Looking each other up & down.

Your voice soft & breathy following his command, "Please Stephen. I want you so bad. I want you to take me. All of me. It's all yours. Fuck me Stephen. Please fuck me."

As he brought his lips to yours you let your fingernails start to dig into his biceps. His body gently guided you to the bed, magically pulling the covers back with a wave of his hand. His eyes never left you. Your kisses deepened & became more passionate as you both climbed into the bed.

Stephen grabbed at your breasts & began placing open mouthed kisses on your neck as he lowered you to lay on your back. His solid frame poised over yours, his lips shifting down to run across your nipple. Swiping his wet tongue over it as he passed. His fingers moving lower to slide against your labia. Soft, warm, & sensitive to his touch. Each stroke of his hand coaxing the wetness from between your lips.

Once his fingers were coated, you watched as he wrapped his hand around his shaft. Using your arousal to stroke himself. The sight of your slick glistening on his cock making you groan needily & press a deep kiss into his lips.

He began guiding you onto your stomach, bringing his knees to rest in between yours. Once he was positioned kneeling behind you, Stephen pulled you up to lean against him. His chest pressing hard to your back with one arm wrapped around your chest & his other holding your waist. His hard cock now slotted between your wet pussy lips gliding through your soaked folds with each rock of his hips.

The friction of his cock felt both delicious & somehow forbidden. The lure of it making you all the more desperate. You started to scratch at his thighs trying to get him to angle his cock up & into your aching hole. A pained "please Stephen" falling from your lips in between moans.

He momentarily stopped all his movements pulling a desperate whine from you. To take you properly, to start the process of pulling you from your universe into his, he needed you to declare your desire to be his & his alone.

So with his lips pressed to your ear he whispered, "Tell me you're mine darling. Mine & only mine. Tell me you want to be with me for eternity. Just you & me, & our babies. All you have to do is say it, & then I can give you everything you dream of."

His words held the same allure of the apple that tempted Snow White. The shiny promise of a perfect life with Stephen & your children. The picture playing behind your eyelids felt all the more real as his warm hand that wrapped around your wrist moved to hold your growing belly. A happy life with Stephen had grown to be the thing you desired most.

So you said yes. You gave yourself over to him. You bit into the luscious red apple presented to you.

"All yours Stephen. Always. Want to be in your arms, with you forever. You & me & our little family."

A deep dark growl erupted from his chest as he pulled back & plunged himself deep inside you. He fucked you deep & slow. Each thrust practically lifting you up off of your knees & up off the bed. Your bodies stayed pressed together, his grip around you only tightening as he got closer to his climax. The only movement he made was to lower one hand down to toy with your clit making sure your pleasure stayed in sync with his own.

Even as his speed increased his thrusts stayed as deep as they could. Wanting to keep as much of his cock in your warm wet heat for as long as he could. Your body shuddering & on the verge of tears as you felt a heat explode inside you. Your cunt fluttering & clamping down around him causing him to cum right behind you. His cum coating your inner walls & claiming you from the inside out. Just like he had done in your bed before.

He brought your limp body to lay down in front of him. You were barely hanging on to consciousness, & still blissfully unaware this was far from a dream.

Now would come the hard part of telling you that. Telling you that he was every bit as real as the other Stephen was, & that you had just promised yourself to him. That he was in fact the reason you were pregnant, even if his variant got lucky & his sperm managed to hitch along for the ride.

You had said the things you needed to say. That exclamation of love, the wish to be with him, that would allow him to finally finish pulling you from one universe to another. As soon as you gave birth he would bring you home along with your newborns. The rest of his empty universe would no longer matter. His world would once again be full.

He brushed back a piece of your hair & swept it away from the space behind your ear. On a little patch of skin, just below your hairline, in a spot not easily visible, he let his magic create a small glowing symbol. A rune that marked you as his. An invisible claim to create a deeper connection that bound you to him & warded away others.

Smiling to himself he leaned down letting his lips touch the seemingly invisible mark. He couldn't help but think of all those nonsense fairytales kids are told growing up. He was a far cry from a prince even if you were his princess, but he couldn't avoid the symbolism that his magic was now sealed with true love's kiss.

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It was unbeknownst to you or Stephen that in your universe at the very same moment the two of you slipped over the edge together, Wanda was snapped awake in a cold sweat. Sitting up stick straight desperately clawing to hold on to the image she had just been shown. Her skin was prickling & her breath was quick. Like she had been pulled from a nightmare. Except she wasn't that lucky. She knew this was no mere nightmare.

Vision quickly sat up next to her, he didn't actually sleep but would put himself into a standby mode while Wanda slept so he could be next to her, taking a moment to asess her demeanor. He reached a hand out & placed it on her shoulder. He gently started rubbing his thumb back & forth trying to soothe her.

He spoke in a soft voice, encouraging her to open up about what had her so unnerved.

"Wanda, darling, what is it?"

Placing her hand over his she turned over her shoulder to face him. Her eyes were wide & brimming with tears that had yet to begin falling. The normal flush of her cheeks had drained as she processed what she had just seen in her mind.

"Something is terribly wrong."

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For the emoji OC ask game and character of your choice: 🍼, 🍄, 🍉, 🥭, 🍕, 🍯, 🧀, 🥑, 🌸, 🍆, 🥔

Dustin Stephens

🍼 [BABY BOTTLE] What's your OC's first memory?

Dustin: i think my moms face..just carrying me somewhere. [smirks] feeling all protected and shit. that wasnt the case as i got older. but i hope that my babies have a safe memory to look back on too as their first memory. im curious now ill have to ask them

🍄 [MUSHROOM] How likely is your OC to eat random berries/mushrooms they find?

Dustin: no no 0/10.. my husband though....would and has done..so i guess i dont need to [laughs]

🍉 [WATERMELON] What will your OC take to the grave?

Dustin: well something that theo doesnt know is that i did have someone i was seeing in the time that we were apart. i just never brought it up because it was just like some fling you know.. to try and get over him which absolutely failed because all i could do was think of him

🍍 [PINEAPPLE] Pineapple on pizza or not?

Dustin: im sorry but OKAY IM DOWN.

🍕 [PIZZA SLICE] How good is your OC at sharing? How do they share something if there's not enough supply?

Dustin: well with my husband im apparently so good at sharing and i never knew it [shakes head ] that being said if i have control over something im not sharing it. i think maybe thats why. it all stemmed from theo [laughs] jesus christ.

🍯 [HONEY] At what point does someone seem sickly sweet to your OC?

Dustin: i think when the compliments are just like over the top then im suspicious you know ?? like maybe im reading the question wrong and i obviously have some trust issues but im like okay thats suspicious.

🧀 [CHEESE WEDGE] How often does your OC get into situations that rely on pure luck/miracles happening?

Dustin: oh my god. ME when i was younger. nowadays not so much because i have two young twins that i have to be like on my shit for but when i was younger? FUCK ALL OF THE TIME.

🥑 [AVACADO] What will they never back down about, even if it makes them seem bad?

Dustin: i think over the years i had to defend myself and why exactly i stayed married to theo for so long. and we werent together the whole time i did leave him but the fact that we came back together and we had the twins looked OFF to a lot of my family. i get that. i do . theo didnt want a commitment and we stayed married long past we probably shouldve.. but i think one of things i will never back down about is that when he came back into our lives... he made himself WORTHY of having me . i didnt make it easy on him and i know it seems like im just being stepped on by him at leats to my friends it does but its not the case. and i kinda hope to explain that as time goes on.what happend. why were' back together and why we have the twins.

🌸 [CHERRY BLOSSOM] Does your OC believe in legends/myths?

Dustin: oh my god fuck yeah. you will not catch me in the appalachian mountains.byeeeee

🍆 [EGGPLANT] How are they used by others? How easily are they tricked into this?

Dustin : [smirks]

🥔 [POTATO] What do they have that others see as a flaw, but they don't care about?

Dustin: my trust. i think people think i give too many chances but i only do that if i think you deserve it you know.that being said i warn my kids now.. do not do as i do .

thank you for the questions love! i really loved doing this with dusty! after scarletts bc im going to expand on dustins sides of things some more. where the twins came from all that .

#dustin not answering the eggplant question but his thoughts say THEOOOOO haha #ask game #dustin stephens

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brunchable · 2 years

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One Dance (Last Part) || Doctor Strange x Fem!reader.

Word count: 7.6K WARNINGS: None? A/N: To all the people who's read part 1 and 2, thank you so much. I enjoyed reading your comments, I really appreciate the each and everyone of you. I really had a hard time writing this one. I tend to ovethink the character's emotions, making sure it's accurate and realistic, I lost a bit of sleep on this one. So many ideas just came in my head, which might resort to me writing one-shots.

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"Um, excuse me? I'm looking for (Y/N, L/N)?" A young part-timer in a baseball cap asked the receptionist, a medium-sized assorted flower box in hand. It was filled with preserved white hydrangeas, lavender baby's breath and pastel pink roses. The other nurses and doctors turned their heads to look for you, it was probably the hundredth time someone's sent you flower boxes and other people are starting to get curious about the secret admirer behind it.

"Again? Give that to me. She's doing open heart surgery right now, I'll pass it on to her after." Juliet, your best friend and the cardiac ward's nurse unit manager, reached for the box, being careful with it.

"Oh uh, and this too." The kid sets an envelope sealed with wax and slides it across towards your friend then left without saying another word.

Juliet's brows arched, feeling that that was weird. She took the envelope as well and went to the women's changing room where your locker is and left it on top of yours.

•••

You stood beside Dr. Blake, one of the main consultants in cardiology. You were performing this surgery under his supervision and he wasn't surprised when you needed no prompting about the delicate procedure of the coronary bypass.

The first three months were tough but after your emotions had settled, you wasted no time sticking your nose into research and books that you've put those feelings under the carpet, making yourself believe that you're finally free from the grief of losing your relationship with Stephen. And because you focused on your work, you’ve excelled in your profession at an alarming rate, very noticeable amongst your peers.

"(Y/N)!" Dr. Blake found you and ran to catch up, you turned around to see the man jogging towards you. You began walking again after he caught up, "So, do I have an answer yet?" He asked.

You raised your brows, looking up at the taller figure beside you, unsure of what he meant by that, "Answer to what exactly?"

"The New Year's Eve ball at The Peninsula Hotel?" He reminded you with a sheepish smile. Don was roughly the same age as you, a brilliant doctor like Strange was but minus the ego and arrogance.

Your eyes lit up as soon as you remembered, "Oh right! I'm sorry I completely forgot about that… I don't know, Don." You gave him an apologetic smile, "I agreed to work on one of the intern's research papers–"

Don clicked his tongue and stood in front of you, "(Y/N), it's only for one night, it won't hurt to come. Plus, I reckon your intern will go out partying and you'll be at home doing their work? Sounds unfair to me." He squints his eyes, tapping his chin playfully.

'Could Dr. Blake please come to Cath four please. Dr. Blake please come to Cath four.' The PA announced through the speakers.

"Think about it, you have one day left." He began to walk backwards pointing at you before running away to where he was needed.

You sighed and headed towards the women's locker. You fished your phone out of your pockets to find a text from Juliet, it said: 'Hey Miss Popular, I left yet another beautiful box of flowers over your locker, and a letter. If you're in the mood to spill some tea then I'm in my office. xo.'

You hurriedly enter the locker room to find the flowers there, as well as the letter. Whoever was sending you those were really persistent, you opened the letter carefully, not wanting to ruin the beautiful seal, you pulled the letter out and there was a message in the middle of the textured paper.

'At new year's eve, meet me at the rooftop of the Peninsula, 11.30pm sharp. No excuses.'

You chuckled to yourself, knowing full well about the identity of this person.

•••

You slapped the letter down on Juliet's desk before sitting down, looking at you surprised, "It's Dr. Blake."

Juliet's eyes flickered between you and the letter, eyes widening and snatching the letter to read it, "Meet me at the rooftop of the Peninsula, 11.30pm sharp. No excuses." Juliet gasped in excitement, "Oh my god! But how do you know?"

"He's been pestering me to be his date at the new year's eve party, even just a few minutes ago. Ugh." You combed your hair back with your hands before burying your face in the crook of your elbow, shaking your head at Juliet who had her lips pressed as if trying to prevent a squeal.

"(Y/N), you can’t stand him up, not when he made all of this effort. It boggles my mind how blind you are to his signs." She leaned back and crossed her arms.

"He's been giving me hints? I honestly can't tell, he's so nice to everyone. I can't tell the difference." You shrugged.

"Ugh… Jesus help me. Okay, first of all, his body completely turns to face yours when talking, two, he always drops what he's doing every time you need help and three, whenever you approach him and his friends, they leave, it's like they're giving you some alone time." Juliet said, almost growling, trying to get it through your dense head.

"And you know all of this because?"

"I'm very observant, love, there’s not a thing I don't know about what's going on in my ward." Juliet leaned in, narrowing her eyes at you, "So are you going?"

"Okay fine, only if you are!" You took the letter back and Juliet pulled a smile of success.

"Me? Miss out on one of the biggest parties in New York? Are you really my best friend (Y/N)?" Juliet blew a raspberry and waved her hands dismissively.

•••

The elevator doors slid open into the basement parking lot, the place was full since it's now the morning of the thirtieth. You just couldn't wait to go home and sleep, you've had two long operations and your body is knackered. You carried the flower box with one arm as you approached your car. Turning your head cautiously because of the random noises that echoed in the quiet space. You picked up your pace and unlocked your SUV, carefully placing the flowers on the backseat of your car.

You turned towards the driver's seat, then noticed a piece of paper that was pinned under the wipers of your car:

Of all the things I can do on this earth, I just want to build a bridge from my heart to yours.

You read the note, looking around suspiciously before crumpling the paper and shoving it in your pocket. A lot of weird things have been happening to you lately, this one included. It feels like everytime you say you needed or wished for something, it coincidentally happens.

One time you were studying in the library, and quietly told yourself that you needed coffee when out of nowhere, a group of volunteers started giving free coffee for everyone. 'Take it easy.' Was written on the cup, as if reminding you to take a break from being stuck in a book.

The next one was when your car broke down and you had no choice but to catch the train instead. Something urgent came up at work and they needed you asap, you were running to catch the train, its doors almost closing when suddenly the electricity malfunctioned for a few seconds causing the train doors to reopen, giving you time to hop on, preventing you from being late.

The most memorable one was probably when you were out on a jog, feeling at your lowest after failing to save a patient, blaming yourself even if it wasn’t your fault. You were catching your breath, on the verge of a breakdown when a stranger came up to you and gave you a single flower, which was coincidentally your favourite one. She gave you a piece of advice, "Some things are out of your control." She said, giving you a comforting pat on the shoulder before walking away. A beautiful emperor butterfly landing on your flower shortly after.

You sat in your car in deep thought about the weird coincidences, "I just need sleep." You pinched the bridge of your nose, "This is nothing." You started the ignition and drove slowly out of the car park. The radio transitioned from white noise to clear audio as you exit the parking lot. Your phone failed to connect to your car again, leaving you no choice but to listen to what the radio has to offer.

'Cause after all this time, I'm still into you. I should be over all the butterfl–' You flicked the button on the wheel to change the station, you avoided listening to love songs because everytime, your mind lands back to Stephen and for the last eight months of putting your feelings aside and distracting yourself with work, you weren’t really a thousand percent over him– even though that's what you've been telling you friends.

'But if I let you go, I will never know what my life would be holding you close to me–' Flick.

'So tell me what I'm to do whenever, I'm missin' you? Tell me, do you love me? I, I–' Flick.

'Maybe it's intuition, but some things you just don't question, like in your eyes, I see my future in an instant–' Flick.

'So why does your pride make you run and hide? Are you that afraid of me? But I know it's a lie, what you keep inside, this is not how you want it to be.' You glared at the radio and slammed the off button, giving you serene silence. You released a heavy breath as you delicately stopped your car at the red light, feeling annoyed that the universe might be teasing you.

A convertible pulled up beside you, a middle aged man singing his heart away as music blasted from his speakers,"Although we've come… to the end of the road, still I can't let go, It's unnatural, you belong to me, I belong to you!"

"Ugh." You rolled your eyes and banged your head on the steering wheel.

•••

You tossed and turned in your bed, trying to find a comfortable position, but still you couldn’t fall asleep. You turned to your side again, opening your eyes this time. In the corner of your room, you noticed the box full of Stephen’s belongings that you didn’t have the guts to return, scared that you might come back to square one if you see him up close.

You remembered standing at the landing of The Sanctum for who knows how long, carrying a box full of Stephen’s belongings. You could hear and feel your heart pounding in your chest and felt nauseous, trying to find the courage to walk up and knock at the door, but instead you left carrying the things back with you and now you’re wondering why you didn’t just leave it. Maybe because at that time, you wanted him to have a reason to come back to see you and fight for you, take you back. You had it all planned out in your head.

You came to a conclusion that he was probably mad at you that he didn’t find the need to take his things back, but you kept it anyway just in case and now here you are, eight months post parting ways and it’s still here. No calls, texts, no signs of taking it back. You thought to yourself that it was probably time, time to close the door and open a new one. Your new year’s resolution will be to throw his things away and truly free yourself.

Your hands slid under your pillow and grabbed your phone to text Don.

To: Dr. Blake Hey, just letting you know, I’d like to attend the new year’s party with you.

It hasn’t been a minute since you sent the text, and you already got a reply from the man.

From: Dr. Blake Really?! Oh I mean, awesome. I’ll pick you up at 8pm. Wait. Why aren’t you sleeping after a night shift? Don’t reply and go to bed.

You giggled at his texts and left him on seen. You swiped back, scrolled all the way down your messages to find yours and Stephens, your thumb hovered over his name and deleted your messages and before you knew it, you fell into the rabbit hole of deleting everything that had Stephen in it.

•••

Stephen stood in front of the mirror, tying his tie without the use of magic this time, hair neatly styled with his signature grey streaks pulled to the side. It was New Year’s Eve, he and Wong had been invited by the Mayor to attend this year’s party after defeating Gargantos six months ago and America, being his sneaky side-kick, found that you were in the guest list.

Tonight is also the night that Stephen would walk himself back into your life, formally. It’s been him all along behind the scenes, making sure you had a great day. At night when you don't have a car to use, and you walk home alone in the dark, he stays close by to make sure you get home safe. He secretly buys you coffee when you’re at your favourite cafe trying to catch up on sleep during your break time. He was behind those reminders to take it easy on yourself whenever you studied, because he knew how taxing your profession can be. All of the things he took away from you such as security, making you feel special, wanted, he wanted to give back.

The day where you were contemplating whether to give his belongings back, he actually saw you from the window. He watched as you got folded by your uncertainty and walked away with the box still in your arms. He could’ve called you, yes, but he also wanted to give himself some time and make sure that his feelings for you were genuine. Hurting you twice was the last thing he wanted to do. If he was going to walk right back into your life, he wanted to offer himself to you fully, that is… if you still wanted him back.

Suddenly he heard a soft knock on the door, “Hi Stephen, it’s me.” America’s little voice said from the other side.

“Come in.” Stephen replied and turned around just as America entered his room, “How do I look?”

“You look really great! It’s weird seeing you and Wong all dressed up,” She laughed sheepishly and gave the man two thumbs up, “How are you feeling?”

Stephen paused to think of an answer, “Terrified.” He said nonchalantly. Outwardly, he showed confidence, unfazed by anything that may come his way but inside he felt like his own chest was going to collapse on him.

“You don’t look like it.” America furrowed her brows, “Anyway, I just came to tell you to break some legs!”

Stephen snorted while adjusting the cuffs of his sleeve, “Do you mean, break a leg?”

“You know what I mean!” America left his room complaining about the weird metaphor, her voice getting smaller as she got farther away, “Honestly, I don’t understand why you’d wish someone would break their legs… what if they actually break their legs?” Stephen shook his head and laughed at the kid whom he’s grown very fond of over the last few months.

•••

Back in your apartment, you also stood in front of your vanity in a black velvety manhattan slip dress that hugged your curves so beautifully. Your hair done up in a bun with curled loose hair falling at the side of your face. You decided to go for a natural make-up look to accentuate your red lips that matched well with your all black outfit.

Your doorbell rang and you walked towards your security cam, seeing Don on the other side. You opened up the door, plastering a smile on your lips as you greeted him with a cheek to cheek kiss, “Hi! Oh my god wow, don’t you look handsome.” You grinned and stepped aside to let him in, “Make yourself comfortable, I’ll be with you in a few minutes.”

“Thank you.” His eyes running over your figure from head to toe, “And you look good in that dress.” He complimented you as he walked towards your couch, observing his surroundings since it was his first time being there.

You ran in your bedroom to grab your purse, phone and wool coat, “Let’s go!”

You didn’t expect the car ride to be so awfully awkward. He would start a conversation and it would end abruptly, then you would start one and that ended abruptly as well. The music didn’t even help ease the awkwardness, you could tell he was feeling the same since his forefinger was tapping the steering wheel. Fortunately it didn’t take long until you arrived at the Hotel, Don asked you to stay put as he went around the car to open the door for you, offering his hand which you gladly took while he helped you to step out of his car.

He handed over his car keys to the valet and approached the staff accepting invitations from guests, “Invitations please.” She politely asked.

Don pulled his invitation from the inner pocket of his blazer, while you took your out of your purse, “Dr. Blake and Dr. (L/N)! Welcome, please head towards the elevator, the party is on the 25th floor. Enjoy your night.” She returned the invitations to the both of you.

Don offered you his arm before walking in, “Shall we?”

“We shall.” You laughed softly, and locked your arm around his, as you headed together for the elevator “So, What’s going to be your New Year’s resolution?” You whispered in the elevator filled with other guests.

“Hm, I think I’d like to focus on other things that aren't related to work.” He whispered back, slightly leaning his head towards you with a small smile on his lips. The elevator arrived at the floor, the music from the band could be heard from the hallway playing classical music. Don allowed you to step out first before you linked arms with him again, “What about you (Y/N)? What’s your New Year’s resolution?”

You took a deep breath as you began to speak, “I thought about finally opening a new chapter in my life.” You pulled a half-smile and dropped your gaze.

You walked through the tall entrance leading to the ballroom, the lights were warm and dimmed, purposely giving a romantic ambiance. You scanned the vast room from the top of the staircase and saw people mingling, some dancing to the music. Your eyes caught the familiar face of your friends sitting at a round table, your eyes lighting up when you saw Juliet waving at you enthusiastically.

You looked exceptionally beautiful tonight and turned a few heads as you walked past other guests. When you reached the table where the others were, Don pulled a chair out for you, thanking him as you took a seat, “Good evening guys.”

“Wow (Y/N), wow. You look so stunning I might cry.” Juliet wiped a fake tear.

“Oh speak for yourself Juliet, you look like a model.” You returned the compliment.

There were a few important people in the room and Don excused himself, “I’m just going to say hi to the hospital’s director, I’ll be back.” He squeezed your shoulder before approaching the circle of men chatting with each other.

“Sure.” You gave him a tight-lipped smile before turning your attention back to Juliet. The girls waited for the man to be far enough that he won’t hear your conversation.

“Sooo, are you going to tell us about the car ride on the way here?” Bea wiggled her brows at you teasingly.

“Please, don’t get me started. It was really awkward.” You hid your face in your hand, “We only had small talk, and that’s it.”

“That’s normal, I mean it’s your first time seeing each other outside of work and in a confined space.” Juliet warmly reassured you, glancing at your date from time to time, just like the other girls.

“Oh my god, look, he won’t stop looking in your direction, I say he’s smitten,” Rosie softly tapped the back of your hand. You lifted your gaze and met Don’s eyes, he smiled at you from where he is and you returned one to him.

“I can’t take this romance, I’m going to need a mega pint of wine.” Juliet jokingly cringed at the exchange of looks that was happening before her.

“Get up and socialise then, you aren’t in your office Juliet, you can’t sit here all night.” You teased her back, the others laughing with you after teasing her to get out of her seat and approach a girl that matches her type.

“Holy shit. No way.” Bea almost dropped her jaw, you followed the direction she was looking at and found Stephen walking in and standing handsomely in his well-pressed suit and tie. He scanned the room while readjusting the cuffs of his sleeves. The world felt almost as if it went into slow motion the moment your eyes locked into his blue ones from afar, your smile twitched as you felt the centre of your chest ache. The nerve of him turning up like this after eight months and looking fine as hell. When a female approaches Stephen, you quickly look away and start another conversation with the ladies, forcing yourself to smile and look unbothered.

•••

Stephen entered the ballroom with Wong following not too long behind him. His eyes surveyed the room, looking for you until he found what he was looking for. His eyes dilated at the sight of you, amongst other beautiful women in the room, you shined the brightest. He almost felt annoyed when someone took his attention away from you.

He caught you stealing glances at him as we walked down the stairs, chatting with another woman. The urge to walk over to you and drag you away to somewhere private was so strong, but he needed to find the right timing for that.

Once the majority of the guests had arrived, the programme began and dinner was being served, you were left with Don beside you as the girls left for their designated seats with their own dates. There were speeches and funny stories from the mayor and sponsors, “In this New Year coming, let’s live life to the fullest.” The Mayor ended his speech and raised his glass of champagne, “Cheers.”

“Cheers!” The crowd, including you replied, glasses clinking with one another. You cautiously looked around, it's as if your eyes moved on their own looking for Strange whether you liked it or not. And then there he was, seated at the front, drinking a glass of martini still looking at you with those annoying blue eyes.

The music began again, Don turned to you with a shy smile, “Care for a dance?”

“It’ll be a pleasure.” You gave him a sultry smile, taking his hand as he guided you towards the centre of the dance floor. You expected to dance under the slow music with your date however, the DJ changed the music into a party song as the band took a break.

“Alright, I’m ‘bout to fall asleep, let’s get some real partying started.” He shouted, hyping the crowd and began to play Low by Flo Rida. Don slowly turned his head towards you, clearly he didn’t expect this to happen either.

Don pulled a silly yet serious look on his face as he began dancing, using hip hop moves only an amateur would know how to do. He was clearly trying to make you laugh after picking up the drop in your mood, “Boots with the fur.” He sang and you threw your head back in laughter, covering your mouth with your hands as he made up silly dance moves in front of you.

•••

Stephen and Wong sat closer at the front where the special guests were. He wasn’t able to keep a conversation the whole night with other people since he was too busy keeping his eyes on you, waiting for the opportunity to catch your gaze once more, but as the night progressed, it never happened. He couldn’t even count how many dances he’s respectfully declined.

Stephen saw you on the dance floor, slow dancing with your date to ‘Lady in Red’, laughing along with whatever joke your date was telling you, “She looks so happy.” Wong, who was also watching, commented.

Stephen released an exasperated sigh, before taking a sip of his whiskey, his fiery eyes made it clear that he was jealous, “Yeah, she does.” He’s almost having second thoughts about approaching you.

Wong gave a look of concern towards his friend who was now in deep thought, “I’ve seen that look before. You’re contemplating.”

Stephen clenched his jaw and sighed once more, “I don’t think I can keep the promise I made to the other (Y/N).” He admitted, anxiously twirling his drink.

“I’ve been observing you the whole night Strange, there wasn’t a second where you took your attention away from her. Clearly you’ve found your happiness right there, are you just gonna let some other man take her away?” Wong asked, his tone serious yet soft, he didn’t want Strange to feel like he’s being lectured.

“And what if her happiness is the cost of mine? I don’t want to take that away from her.” Strange frustratedly replied.

Wong scoffed, “Then do the best you can to make her happy, show her that you’re worth her time. You can’t do that by sitting here and feeling sorry for yourself.” Stephen stopped swirling his drink and looked at Wong who shrugged at him, “Am I right or am I right?” Wong added.

Stephen drank the rest of his whiskey and stood up, straightening his jacket and walked towards you and Don with purpose. You saw Stephen heading for you and panic flashed all throughout your body. Stephen lightly tapped Don’s shoulder, causing the man to break away from you and face Stephen.

“Hi, Doctor Stephen Strange.” He introduced himself to Don and offered the other a handshake. Don’s eyes widened in surprise and took the man’s hand, firmly shaking it.

“Oh my goodness, It’s a pleasure to meet you Doctor Strange. Let me just say I love your work. I’m Donovan Blake.” Don smiled at Strange, clearly ecstatic to meet your ex.

Stephen glanced at you, “Thank you Doctor. How are you (Y/N)?” He asked you so casually that you felt the urge to slap him across the face.

“I’ve been well, thanks. And you Doctor?” You asked him back with a dead-pan expression. Don’s head turned between you and Stephen who was having a staring contest, noticing that there was tension present between the both of you.

“You two know each other?” Don asked innocently, looking at you this time.

“Yeah, old friends.” You quickly answered before something else comes out from Stephen's mouth. You could feel Stephen forming a smirk at how fast you were shutting him down.

“Mhm. Old friends.” Stephen agreed firmly, his eyes leaving you for Don, “I was actually about to ask if I could steal your date for one dance.”

Don opened his mouth to say ‘Of course’ but you cut him off, “I would rather have a drink-” You faked a smile towards Stephen, tugging your date on the sleeve to leave when you noticed Don giving you a confused look, “I mean, I don’t want Don to feel-”

“(Y/N), it’s okay. I don’t mind.” Don chuckled, “I’ll see you at eleven-thirty.” He lifted your hand towards his lips and gave the back of your hand a soft kiss in front of Stephen, who looked away and waited for him to leave.

At the same time, the song you were dancing to with Don finished and the band played a new song, “Alright folks, for those of you who want to fall in love tonight, this song’s for you. This is called, ‘Until I Found You.’”

Georgia, wrap me up in all your, I want you in my arms, oh let me hold you~

“Can I just say, that dress you’re wearing is stunning on you.” Stephen took delicate steps closer towards you, his warm hands splaying across the skin of your bare back, whisking you towards him, closing the gap between your bodies.

I’ll never let you go again, like I did~

You quietly gasped, a heady flush spreading all over your body. Your arms reluctantly wrap around his neck, stubbornly avoiding to look at the face you've yearned to admire for a long time. You swallowed the lump forming in your throat, “Thank you… you don’t look bad yourself.”

Oh I used to say~

You hear Stephen chuckle, his cheek pressed at the side of your head, “I see that you’re still trying to humble me?” His deep, lovely voice sent a thrill down your spine.

I would never fall in love again until I found her.

“Is it working?” You scoffed and asked in a quiet voice, trying your best not to sound nervous.

“Not really.” Stephen replied, “Because I think I'm making you feel nervous.” The air was cold and yet you felt heat exploding from the pit of your stomach rising to your face as you felt his solid gaze towards you.

I said, "I would never fall unless it's you I fall into"

He guided you into a spin and when your body crashed back to him, he held you tighter than the last. A combination of his alluring scent, the weight of his gaze, and the nonexistent distance between you is so overwhelming that it almost makes you dizzy.

I was lost within the darkness, but then I found her, I found you~

You took a deep breath after what seemed like forever, giving yourself to gather your emotions before you answer him, you tilted your head up and you lifted your eyes to meet his and battled them, “I’m not nervous.” You denied, forgetting that he was so much taller compared to you.

Stephen studies your face, lips twitching and whispers, “I am,” He drops his gaze to your mouth leaning in close enough so when he spoke, his breath would caress your lips. Jesus Christ.

You snapped your head away from him, feeling self-conscious that your friends might see how close he got; your breath getting caught in your throat, feeling ashamed that they might judge you for dancing with your ex-boyfriend.

Your heart was racing when you felt his lips almost touching yours, “Are you messing with me right now?” You were doing everything in your power to look at him unimpressed, but the fact that you felt intoxicated by him, leaving you craving for more, was leaving you feeling miserable.

“Why would I do that?” He asked, “Do you really think I’m only dancing with you for my own entertainment?” He gently put his hand down your arm, and you felt goosebumps forming on your arms, as well as shivers rushing up your spine. Eventually, he ended up taking your hand, putting it over his heart, which was rapidly beating in the presence of you.

You searched for Don who was casually chatting with other guests, feeling relieved that he was occupied. You were spun around, leaving you with no choice but to concentrate on him and his words, "Don't look at him, look at me." He coax gently, his voice dangerously huskier than before, "Do you still think I'm messing with you?" He pressed your hands harder over his heart.

Lord have mercy on my soul. You felt the rhythm of his heart against your palm, almost beating in synchronicity with yours, “I can’t- You can’t do this to me. This is unfair, Stephen.” You unravel your arms around his neck, you softly push him away while shaking your head.

His hands fell from your back, your skin missing its warmth in an instant while your mind fell into a spiral of confusion with your emotions as you weaved through the sea of people, leaving him alone on the dance floor.

You rushed to the ladies' bathroom where Juliet followed soon after, "(Y/N), are you okay?" She frantically asked as she barged in, catching you attempting to calm yourself.

Your eyes burned with vexation, "I hate him– I hate how he makes me feel this way, I hate the way he looks at me, I hate how my body reacts when he touches me, it's like all my senses are betraying me and he knows it!"

Juliet could only watch you empathetically, she approaches you by hugging your side, "You never stopped loving him, didn't you?" She popped the huge question.

You nodded as much as you hated to admit, "Gosh, I feel like a hypocrite. I left him because he couldn't get over his ex and here I am on the same boat as him. Can't get over my own ex." You laughed, in ridicule at your situation.

"You're not a hypocrite, need I remind you that you're not stepping on anyone else's feelings? Because you're not, you're just confused," She lightly shook you, "Do you want him back?" Your friend asked yet another huge question, a question you haven't prepared an answer for.

You threw your head back, preventing your angry tears from falling, "My new year's resolution was to completely let go, but then he decides to show his stupid face in that annoying suit. Why am I getting the urge to slap him across the face?"

Juliet gave a look, finding your anger quite cute, "Because you think he's hot," You glared at Juliet, "and I think he is as well, but I've never seen you get so worked up over another man. You can't deny that you're still into him. Just face it and talk to Stephen and if he says he's still hung up on his ex then tell him, bye bitch, I got plenty of people lined up for me."

•••

You found Don waiting for you at the empty rooftop bar, though the fairy lights all around were on, there was nobody there but the two of you. Don was sitting at one of the sun beds, you smiled at him as you quietly approached and sat beside him, leaving your wool coat beside you.

"So, half an hour until the New Year, how are you feeling?" He broke the silence.

"Nervous but I'm looking forward to what it has in-store for me," You paused, "So why are we really here Don?" You asked, not wanting to beat around the bush anymore.

He chuckled, "Wow straight to the point— Well, I just wanted to tell you that I've had such a pleasure working with you these past three months. You're an amazing Doctor and you continue to surprise us with your passion and talent and because of that, I might’ve caught some feelings for you along the way." He worked so hard to find the right words and not stutter as you listened to him intently.

"So this is what it's all about, all the flowers and chocolates–" You chuckled but Don gave you a confused look.

"What flowers?"

"The flower boxes? You've sent like heaps of them, with notes of encouragement?" You repeat yourself.

Don shook his head, "I didn't send you any flowers ye—" His phone rang in his pockets, "Sorry, I got to take this, it's the hospital." Don stood up to take the call.

"Yeah, sure." You replied in a low voice, trying to put things together, you played with your fingers as you got lost in your thoughts. Don glanced at you several times and took a few minutes on the phone before coming back with a disappointed look on his face.

“(Y/N), I have to go. There’s been an out of hospital cardiac arrest, can we do a rain check?” He asked, reaching for his jacket that hung on a chair and apologised. "I'm so sorry.”

“It’s alright, I understand, go.” You held his hand and reassured him with a kind smile. Getting a little embarrassed, he replied with an apologetic smile. Your sigh was accompanied by the sting of cold air touching your skin as you sat in silence. As you stepped out of your chair, you found yourself looking at the spectacular view of the city from the balcony railing, everyone was awake, waiting for the new year to arrive. Your sentiments were enhanced by the view, the weather and the reset of the earth's orbit around the sun. Your mind’s feeling nostalgic about the good things that happened to you and you begin to feel grateful for meeting amazing people, including Stephen.

“I hope he’s got one hell of an excuse.” Suddenly, Stephen interrupted your train of thought, making you jump lightly and turn around, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” As Stephen continued to walk, he paused for a moment, hands in his pockets, and then he continued back to you.

“He does actually, out of hospital cardiac arrest.” You answered without looking at him and went on admiring the city while he was admiring you.

Stephen nodded, now looking at the sparkling horizon as well. Even though there was no awkwardness between you, the silence between you felt heavy, especially since both of you still have some things on your minds.

“(Y/N),” “Stephen,” All of a sudden, both of you spoke at the same time, causing you both to laugh casually, Stephen insisting that you go first.

“It was all you wasn’t it?”

“Can you elaborate on that?” The man asked with his eyebrows raised.

“The chocolates, the flowers, the notes. All the weird coincidental things that've been happening in the last few months. That was all you, wasn’t it?” You elaborated just like he asked and he nodded.

“Yes, that was all me– well this kid actually helped me– but I’m trying to make up for the things I wasn’t able to do when we were with each other,” he confessed, casting a quick glance at your face.

“Why? I didn’t ask for any-”

“Exactly, you didn’t ask but you deserve everything, little things or big, you deserve all the good- great things.” Although his voice was calm, there was a sense of passion in his delivery.

“I went to your place once to return your belongings,”

“I know.”

“I stood there for a while trying to find the courage to knock but I couldn’t,”

“I know.”

“So, I took them back with me, secretly hoping that you would at least send me a text or give me a call, maybe even show up at my door asking me to give it back to you, I kept it as an excuse for you to come back to me but you never did,” Your voice gave out as if you’re holding your tears back, because now you knew that he saw you but didn’t do anything about it, “And now you show up out of nowhere.”

Stephen dropped his gaze as you explained the reason behind your visit. Hearing the sound of your voice breaking and trying to keep a brave face was like a bullet to the chest, “The reason why I didn’t do anything was because I needed to clear my head. You of all people knew how messed up I was, you asked me to find my happiness, so I followed what you asked of me that night.”

There was a good reason why you kept your mouth shut; you did ask him to find out what makes him truly happy and that is what he did.

With his fingers running along the edges of your cheeks, he cups your face with his hands, his eyes glistening “I'm a huge asshole for hurting you the way I did, you; a beautiful, smart, kind… breathtaking woman, don’t deserve someone like me but If I could repeat it again, I would do the same thing and watch you walk away. Because I would rather have you feel upset than me trying to fix things at the wrong time and hurt you even more in the process.”

After placing your hands over his, you closed your eyes for a moment, savouring the sensation of his hand resting on your cheek, “So did you find it? Your happiness?” Your eyes fluttering open, you look up into his once again, unable to look away as you gaze into the depths of his eyes.

“Yes, I did find my happiness-” Stephen drew closer to you, he looked at you intently, tucking strands of your hair away from your face, your pensive gaze transforming into a smile as you let him know that you are genuinely happy for him. Something about his gaze has never been captured by you before. The longer you stand under it, the weaker your knees feel.

Stephen wipes a tear from your eyes as you whisper, "I'm really happy that you found what makes you happy, Stephen.”

“I’m looking at her right now.” He proclaimed in his deep voice that could melt ice bergs. Your eyes slightly widen in surprise, the knot in the pit of your stomach tightens as Stephen inches closer. Finding it difficult to meet your eyes as your lips constantly entice his attention, every second spent without tasting your lips was killing him.

"(Y/N)?" Juliet called your name and you pushed yourself free from Stephen's grasp. After seeing Stephen there and not Don, Juliet narrowed her eyes slightly. She also felt like she interrupted something, "Are you… coming back for the countdown?"

You look at Stephen who looks dismayed as he turns his back towards your friend, his expressions begging you to stay.

You cleared your throat,"Yeah, I'll be right there." You turned your attention back to Strange who stood still, rooted in his position, "I'm going to go back, it was nice seeing you, Stephen." You bit your lip, but Stephen said nothing, which prompted you to begin walking back and following Juliet.

It was a sharp sound of Stephen's rapid footsteps gaining momentum behind you which caught your attention, and you felt his calloused hand snagging your wrist, the next thing you know you're being gently pinned against the wall, "Stephen!" You blurted out of surprise.

It was like the whole world melted away as Stephen sealed your lips with his, the countdown, the fireworks all turned into nothing but background noise, the atmosphere became ethereal, heavy, and beautiful. Having tasted the taste of soft lips, his kisses began to become urgent; hot and consuming. It seemed like you were losing your grip on reality when he gently slid his arms across the back of your waist securely as your knees collapsed, closing the space between your bodies. His other hand supported the back of your head. It was just as passionate for you to reciprocate his kiss, your fingers digging into his broad shoulders with just as much passion. When Stephen reached the limit of his lungs, he was forced to pull away from you after missing the feel of your lips .

He kept that close distance, his nose lightly grazing your cheek, his breath heavy, "Come back to me. Tell me I'm not too late, please tell me you're not in love with someone else. I don’t want to fall in love unless it's with you, you're the one I want to share my life with. If you give me another chance I'll prove to you how much I love you, my words aren't going to get me anywhere so please, let me show you." Stephen pleaded and took your hands, squeezing it for dear life, scared that you would walk away, “I’m yours.”

You felt speechless, after all you've been through you're finally hearing what the words you want to hear from him. You've never seen him act this way, his whole demeanour screams that he was scared to lose you, again, "Are you really the same man who threw my feelings out the window? Because if this is a dream, then I don't want to wake up. I'll give you this as your one last chance, Stephen, it's a new year, we can start over." You whispered with a quivering smile, standing on your toes to leave a kiss on his cheek. After hearing the three simple words you said, Stephen slowly sighed with relief, and he embraced you with a smile that grew wider.

The two of you turned around and watched the fireworks lit up and brought colour to the night sky, "Now I have to think of a new, new year's resolution."

After removing his jacket, Stephen threw it over your shoulder and asked, "Why? What was it?"

"I was going to throw your things out in the trash." You casually admitted and the look on his face made your laugh, "What? It's taking up too much space. My mom thought I joined a cult."

Steve laughed sarcastically and squeezed your shoulders, "Wait till you tell her that a cult master is in love with you."

When you look up at him, you tilt your head teasingly, "Did you just say you're in love with me?"

"Oh shit, did I? Must've slipped." He hissed softly, "Can I take it back?"

"Sorry, no refunds."

Stephen asked for reassurance, "Are you in love with me too?" You managed to keep an innocent face, keeping your heart to yourself as you took Stephen's hand in yours.

The cold wind whipped against your arms and you brushed it off. "Oh, it's so cold, let's go in." You went to get your wool coat which you had left on the beds, Stephen eyeing you as you walked by him, still waiting for an answer.

"(Y/N)?" Stephen followed you inside like a puppy, "You're in love with me right?"

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bonearenaofmyskull · 4 months

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Hey! Curious if you're currently into any great shows. If so, mind sharing your recommendations? Always on the lookout for some good TV suggestions!

I imagine you've seen everything I have. I spend more time gaming. Not into anything great at the moment, but I can dig deep and see if I can remember what shows I've watched since Hannibal aired and give my opinions. I binge TV series with my mom who is in her 80's and has Parkinson's and macular degeneration and can't really do activities or read anymore, so I rewatched some old ones with her here largely to torture her with them, so they'll be in here also.

S-Tier (Winners)

My Brilliant Friend. Probably the best thing I've watched since Hannibal. If S4 is out I haven't seen it yet, no spoilers.

Better Call Saul. Possibly tied with My Beautiful Friend. Better than Breaking Bad. Much better ending. So good, no complaints. Nailed the ending. Did I mention the ending?

A-Tier (Runners-up)

Black Sails: God, there were some parts of this that were so gratuitous and tedious, especially early on, and I hated Eleanor Guthrie and not in the kind of way that means good things for a show. Some of the dialogue was just really on the nose too. This sounds like a lot of complaints, but the things it did well, it did SO WELL that it really does make up for the negatives. The acting was sooooo good and the Flint and Silver dynamic was AMAZING and the show looked great, and over all that, it really had something thoughtful to say, and that stays with you when it's over.

Stranger Things: Some parts of this show hit better than others, but I'm squarely in the bullseye of the target audience and get the vast majority of the references and nostalgia, and I love David Harbour. I appreciate their exploration of various types of horror, attempting a new style each season, and I like the charm and humor and cheese, and it's a show that knows its voice and its tone and commits fully to those things. It's trying to be a fun show and it is, and it wants to deal with real fears and real grief, and it does.

The Handmaid's Tale: Speaking of shows that are committed to their tone, this one definitely is that. It's too heavy and relentless for most people, I think, but I don't mind that at all. Parts of it do drag, but it has a lot of the same qualities (for good or bad) as Black Sails: great acting, powerful character dynamics, the things that it does well it does so well it makes up for the shortcomings, imo.

Breaking Bad: Famous show, not much to say here. Rewatched it recently and don't think it's as good as Better Call Saul, so I put it here.

B-Tier (Can't complain but will anyway)

Good Omens: Can't get into it, can't find anything particularly wrong with it. I'm into the ship. I guffaw out loud while watching it yet am thoroughly bored most of the time. Love Michael Sheen and David Tennant on screen together. I know the show can't be that all the time but I wish it was. Aziraphale ftw. I feel like people missed the point of the ending of the last season.

Mad Men: Show could give Seinfeld a run for its money in terms of being about nothing, but definitely had its charm. Watched it with my mom so her nostalgia and appreciation for how historically authentic it felt went a long way. Good performances. God, it could be boring sometimes though.

Vikings: This one was a lot like Black Sails for me. They had a bit of a struggle for a season or two but once going, they really got going. Many great acting performances and characters. Loved Ecbert and Ivar especially. Didn't have Toby Stephens and Luke Arnold, so you know...can't quite make that tier. And didn't have as much to say, or didn't say it as well, and it doesn't stay with you.

C-Tier (Can complain and will, but were good enough to stick with)

LOST

The X-Files

His Dark Materials

Downton Abbey

BBC Sherlock

Game of Thrones (I think most people have misdiagnosed this show's problems, but it sure did have them)

D-Tier (Tried but could NOT, though many people will like these...they were just Not For Me)

Bridgerton

Dark

The Good Place

The Gilded Age

Outlander

The Crown

Outer Range (what even the fuck with this show)

I tried to think of more shows I've watched in this time, but this about sums it up. But here are a couple YouTube channels I really like:

Beau of the Fifth Column

Bistro Huddy

#bear answers #not hannibal

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scottbeloved-not-scottlang · 1 year

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my ships as incorrect quotes

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Peter: Magoo, where's my phone?

Matt: I'll call it for you

*phone plays Careless Whisper*

Matt:

Peter:

Peter: Matt I can explain put tHE CLUB DOWN-

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Will: Jail is no fun. I'll tell you that much.

Hannibal: Oh, in Monopoly?

Will, completely serious: No.

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Fyodor: I went through an entire character arc during quarantine

Fyodor: I became more evil if you’re curious

Dazai: We're still in quarantine, don't worry, there's time for a redemption arc still!

Fyodor: I'm going to get worse on purpose

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Tony: Here's some advice

Stephen: I didn't ask for any

Tony: Too bad. I'm stuck here with my thoughts and you're the only one who talks to me

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Gabriel: *Kicks the door down looking panicked*

Sam: What did you do?

Gabriel:

Sam, kinda panicking: Gabe what did you do?

Gabriel: Nobody died!

Sam: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

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Dean: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this lmfao

Cas: What did you do Dean?

Dean: A MISTAKE

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Sam: Must be hard not being able to laugh

Bucky: I do have a sense of humor you know

Sam: I’ve never heard you laugh before

Bucky: I’ve never heard you say anything funny

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Dick: I’m going to take you out

Roy: great, it’s a date!

Dick: I meant that as a threat.

Roy: See you at five!

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Xavier: Hey, Enid? Can I get some dating advice?

Enid: Just because I’m with Wednesday doesn’t mean I know how I did it.

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Mikey, after visiting Takemichi: I’ve come to a point in my life where I need a stronger word than fuck

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There are some ships that I missed sadly :(

Can't remember them

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violetsandfluff · 10 months

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Welcome to the Concept Café!

If you’re a writer or reader looking for inspiration, look no further.

Rules: Order a fic from the writer who reblogged this. Include who you want the fic to be written about and any of the following elements.

Dishes ~ Style

🥣 Bowl • Fluff

🍽️ Plate • Angst

🥡 Takeout • Smut (I’m not writing smut anymore but other writers might!)

Meals ~ Relationship Status

🥗 Salad • Married

🥪 Sandwich • Engaged

🌭 Hotdog • Dating

🍕Pizza • Just friends

🫕 Soup • Strangers

Drinks ~ Settings & Scenarios

🫙 Water • Boring afternoons together

🥛 Milk • Meeting their parents

☕️ Coffee • Morning kisses

🍵 Tea • Sick day

🧋Boba tea • Concert/music festival

🧃 Juice box • Coming out

🥤 Pop • Long-distance

🍸 Martini • Road trip/vacation

🥂 Champagne • Date night/anniversary

Snacks ~ Song Lyric Prompts

🍓 Strawberries • “Look at the stars // look how they shine for you // and everything you do” (Yellow, Coldplay)

🍌 Banana • “And I know that we can be so amazing // And baby your love is gonna change me // And now I can se every possibility” (Just Haven’t Met You Yet, Michael Buble)

🍇 Grapes • (All I got is one shot, one try // one go around in this beautiful life…) (Keep Me In The Moment, Jeremy Camp)

🍅 Tomatoes • “Cuz if I want you, and I want you, babe // Ain’t going backwards, won’t ask for space…” (Close, Nick Jonas)

🍊 Orange • “In the dark we’re barely holding on // then you rest your head upon my chest // and you feel like there ain’t nothing left…” (Flicker, Niall Horan)

🥕 Carrots • “If we ever broke up I’d call your dad // tell him all the shittiest of things you said…” (If We Ever Broke Up, Mae Stephens)

🫐 Blueberries • “Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life // say yes, say yes…” (Rude, Magic!)

🍉 Watermelon • “You don’t have to say you love me // you don’t have to say nothing…” (Adore You, Harry Styles)

🍐 Pear • “That seatbelt’s on your chest, hearing your heart, holding you down…” (Coffee, Tori Kelly)

🫑 Bell pepper • “

🫛 Pea pods • “Is it too late now to tell you that everything means nothing if I can’t have you…” (If I Can’t Have You, Shawn Mendes)

🫘 Beans • “If this is what it's like falling in love // then I don't ever wanna grow up…” (Kid in Love, Shawn Mendes)

🥜 Peanuts • “I’ll buy you anything // I’ll buy you any ring…” (Baby, Justin Bieber)

🍚 Rice • “But I knew you // trying to change the ending…” (Cardigan,Taylor Swift)

🧀 Cheese • “Here’s my number // so call me maybe…” (Call Me Maybe, Carly Rae Jepsen)

🍟 Fries • “Stop the clocks, it’s amazing // you should see the way the light dances off your head…” (Afterglow, Ed Sheeran)

🍳 Egg • “I know times are getting hard // but just believe me, girl // someday I’ll pay the bills with this guitar // we’ll have it good…” (Hey There Delilah // The Plain White T’s)

🥓 Bacon • Oh, I could have that voice playing on repeat for a week // and in this packed out room swear she was singing to me…” (Galway Girl, Ed Sheeran)

🍤 Shrimp • “There’s things I wanna say to you // but I’ll just let you live…” (Cinnamon Girl, Lana Del Rey)

🍣 Sushi • “I don’t want you to get lost // I don’t want you to go broke…” (Music For A Sushi Restaurant, Harry Styles)

🍥 Narutomaki • “Take me into your loving arms // kiss me under the light of a thousand stars…” (Thinking Out Loud, Ed Sheeran)

🥐 Croissant • “Touch my neck and I’ll touch yours // You in those little high-waisted shorts…” (Sweater Weather, The Neighborhood)

🥨 Pretzel • “When I first saw you from across the room // I could tell that you were curious…” (Perfect, One Direction)

🥯 Bagel • “Call me, baby, if you need a friend // I just wanna give you love…” (One Call Away, Charlie Puth)

🍬 Candy • “And when you smile // the whole world stops and stares for a while…” (Just The Way You Are, Bruno Mars)

🍭 Lollipop • “I met you in the dark // you lit me up…” (Say You Won’t Let Go, James Arthur)

🍫 Chocolate • “Strawberry ice cream // one spoon for two…” (Deja Vu, Olivia Rodrigo)

Sweets ~ Extra elements

🍰 Cake • Playful flirting

🍩 Donut • Kissing envelopes/love letters

🥧 Pie • Baking together

🍮 Custard • Sharing clothes

🥠 Fortune cookie • Sharing earbuds

🍪 Cookie • Sharing the last cookie

🥮 Mooncake • Holding hands in public

🍡Thing • Playing with each other’s hair

🍦Ice cream cone • Singing to lover

🍨 Ice cream dish • Feeling clingy

#I’m definitely adding more menu items eventually so stay tuned #writing prompts #concept menu #flutterfly alley #violetsandfluff #fluff prompts #fic writer #fanfiction prompts #writing prompt #angst prompt #smut prompts #fluff #smut #angst #writer

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hey, anon from the anti-authoritarian wuxia ask a while back, took a looksee through Stephen Teo's The Wuxia Tradition and the essays about danmei you mentioned in your response, which was really great and insightful! i think what's so interesting to me about the modern wuxia tradition as we understand it now is that its purpose from the very beginning was to be nationalistic propaganda, which obviously carries into contemporary wuxia adaptations and new works today. (1/7)

(long ask, long response! conversation begun here; everything else under the cut)

but what makes the genre compelling to me is that wuxia offers so many glimpses into these potentially transformative visions of a radical future- wuxia presents a vision of a society in which communities have the autonomy to express themselves, support each other, and create their world through creative and collective activity. and all of this is facilitated by the the nebulous jianghu setting, which is this alternative space more or less free from the grip of the imperial state, (2/7)

which it unintentionally ends up being just by virtue of existing far from the imperial core. and obviously class hierarchies imposed by wealth and power still exist within the jianghu, but like, that autonomous nature of the jianghu is something I'd be curious to see be developed and pushed further. what would it look like within a wuxia narrative to explore the idea of an intentionally and explicitly anti-imperial, stateless, classless jianghu, and what would it take to get there? (3/7)

that vision of an alternate autonomous society is built upon these very rigid worldviews that don't challenge the audience (i.e. nationalism, pale-skinned conventional beauty standards, xenophobia, the idea of disability as something to be overcome, etc) that were baked into the inception of the genre, and which undermine said radical potential. and i guess that's my gripe with danmei too. (4/7)

i feel similarly about people who treat the consumption of danmei as an inherently progressive political act as I do to the way I feel about neoliberalism: it presents a facade of progressivism without actually meaningfully existing in opposition to oppressive structures. and, like you mentioned, both danmei and wuxia have yet to hit that moment of reckoning. i'm aware the direction these things go are massively shaped by geo-sociopolitical forces outside of the creators' control, etc. (5/7)

but so many people benefit from access to the imperial core in ways they aren't or don't care to be aware of. and to me, that is what makes art so important - it has the potential to not only expose the monstrous ways in which a society derives its power, it also has the hopeful ability to imagine transformative, non-oppressive futures. (6/7)

you're right that the cultural shift that would spark a post-colonial reckoning in Chinese literature and art needs to be spearheaded by Chinese creatives themselves. as an invested bystander, I'm curious to see where this goes. sorry this was so long, but thank you for your time! (7/7)

hello again anon!! glad you enjoyed looking through Teo and found his writing insightful! I think in many ways the conversations we’re trying to have about danmei, wuxia, internet literature, and some nebulous postcolonial reckoning are somewhat ahead of the curve, which is why we’re here being like “I want to read something like this!” only to find that said work hasn’t necessarily been created yet (again, if anyone’s got any leads, I’m all ears)

I do also think it’s worthwhile to note that a significant factor in why danmei and/or internet literature may not be as daring and subversive as we wish it were is the simple, starkly pragmatic fact that these works need to sell. they need to be attractive and fun, gripping and engrossing, to even make it in the cutthroat environment of the various literature cities. the competition is vicious and the readership unforgiving; last year saw at least one WeChat article about the intense pressure of being a webnovelist, and how the soul-crushing pressure of trying to break into the rankings has pushed authors towards suicide. with the popularization of the genre comes increased competition, and with increased competition comes a streamlining of new works towards established precedents of success (the proliferation of wuxia/xianxia/xuanhuan, particular distinctive CP dynamics, etc). 内卷 is here in the danmei genre as well, which makes it difficult to innovate or experiment, particularly if you’re not already an established author

it’s the Hollywood argument for keeping people of color out of leading roles; writing a text that tackles certain social issues (particularly ones that challenge current mores of Chinese society) is a risk, and quite frankly, most authors don’t have the time or the luxury to gamble. this is not to say that current authors aren’t leveraging their established readership and fanbase to write away from popular taste (priest’s 《桥头楼上》 comes to mind, which is a formal departure from her previous works and a trenchant examination of certain social issues), but that the current environment in which creative works are produced aren’t quite favorable to that kind of exploration and subversion — yet

another thing to keep in mind is the role that danmei (and other web literature) plays in the lives of its readers; yes, art has such powerful potential to call upon society to reflect on the injustices and cruelties built into it, but also art — and danmei in particular — is a powerful purveyor of escapism. many Chinese readers and consumers of danmei and related products/adaptations find a haven in these texts, and people seeking comfort are not necessarily prepared for critically examining social injustices in their escapism. again, I’m not trying to say that there is no place for subversion and exploration in danmei literature, but rather highlight the way reader preferences and demands might discourage writers from going too far afield

meanwhile, if I may be presumptuous enough to throw more reading in the air, here are some texts that this conversation is bringing to mind:

The Water Outlaws by S.L. Huang (forthcoming): a genderspun reception of Shi Nai’an’s 《水浒传》, often considered to be the forerunner of the wuxia genre. Guaranteed to get in the weeds and messy about gender, power, imperial centers of power, marginalized marshlands of subversiveness just by the literal concept of its writing

She Who Became the Sun by Shelley Parker-Chan: the closest work I know of to a fiercely diasporic genderqueered cdrama, in which Han centrism is examined and found wanting

《无污染，无公害》 by priest: priest is not necessarily the author I would suggest when it comes to, ah, postcolonial thought, but I just finished reading 《无污染，无公害》 last month and was struck by its profoundly cynical deconstruction of the wuxia genre. priest brings wuxia into the modern day and examines the many ways in which the 快意恩仇 fantasy of jianghu morality and subversiveness clashes with contemporary ethics and laws. beyond that, I think reading an author’s non-danmei works is profoundly enlightening critical and theoretical exercise that definitely re-contextualizes assumptions made about the danmei genre and its writers

“Zhang Yimou’s Hero: Reclaiming the Martial Arts Film for ‘All Under Heaven’” by Feng Lan: this was the first paper I ran into that really got into the weeds of the controversial “天下” at the end of the film, and also introduced me to the recent history and discussions of “tianxiaism,” which is particularly interesting when it comes to discussions about nationalism, imperialism, and postcolonialism in contemporary China in general and the wuxia genre in particular

“Homosexualizing Boys Love in China: Reflexivity, Genre Transformation, and Cultural Interaction” by Xi Tian: I know I’ve gushed about this paper elsewhere, but this is only paper I’ve found so far that examines how the danmei genre has shifted and changed over the past few decades in response to reader feedback, shifting societal opinions, and self-reflection, and it’s fascinating

whew, okay, this is long enough! one last thing, from one invested bystander to another: don’t let anything stop you from creating the content you wish to see in the world <3

#心怀杂念字数无量 #further abuse of the one thinky tag I have #hunxi thinks about danmei and gender

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stxrvel · 1 year

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and still (3.5)

series summary: you woke up from a long coma with no memory of a part of your life only to be told by your teammates that you're married to the man you hated seven years ago. even though that seemed to be the only problem, as time goes on you're realizing there's a lot more history and mystery behind the accident that left you in medical care for months. blackouts, more memory loss, mistrust and a strange man who seems to be connected to everything. every day it gets harder to trust anyone around you, but you won't stop until you can finally uncover the truth behind the accident.

chapter summary: the team has a curious discussion.

pairing: bucky barnes f!reader (the don't appear here)

words: less than 1k

warnings: none

note: i picture this like an interlude haha, it's like less than 800 words! really short. i thought i might give you an advance of what's really happening bc??? if you find out quickly what's happening don't tell me, let me live in a bubble where i'm perfect at hiding stuff 😭😭😭. just kidding haha, anyway, hope you all like this mini part! you can know some things about the team coming from this conversation... apart from the elephant in the room, of course. enjoy! 💜

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“There's no one else here but us.”

“We should be more careful, just the same.”

“Everyone wants to tell him, what's the point of being more careful at this point?”

Everyone looked away from the door to stare at Tony Stark's contracted face. The room at that moment seemed too small for what they intended to hide within those four walls.

“We can't make the decision to do this if you don't agree.”

Tony raised his head to look across the room at Steve. His ingrown eyebrows reflected the contradiction he must be carrying inside. The mechanic sighed, the feeling of defeat coursing through his entire body like the current of a river. He felt the same way he had felt the first time they had all had that conversation, when they made a decision that no one agreed with and the sighs of loss lingered for months as if they were in permanent mourning; when they had to refuse to help and still expected someone to help them at some point.

“Tony,” Stephen Strange's voice boomed in the silence, his dark eyes fixed on the man he was addressing. “You're right about one thing, we shouldn't have hidden that from the beginning…”

“But we couldn't break the promise we made,” Natasha interjected, her figure in the middle of the room.

“… However,” Stephen continued, “we can't afford to keep hiding it. It's too dangerous.”

Tony ran his hands over his face, his mood souring much more if possible. Stephen was right, he knew it, everyone knew it, but he couldn't convince his head to understand no matter how much he tried. All his instincts were screaming against that idea, even though it was the right thing to do, even though it was what they had to have done from the beginning.

“If we want to help her, we have to,” Steve added.

Clint was sitting next to him on the table. He had barely uttered a word since he arrived less than ten minutes ago. When he had entered the room, it was so full of shouting and opinions being thrown left and right that he decided to sit in the corner and turn down the volume on the device in his ear. A subdued silence with static reigned in his auditory field, he could still hear the voices of others if he concentrated on what they were saying. But the subject was causing him so much discouragement that he wasn't sure he wanted to understand what they were saying.

And still, from their faces he could understand everything. They were all agreeing to proceed, except Tony. The look of hopelessness he wore and the lack-luster eyes showed his reluctance to accede to the group's requests. Clint wasn't going to say it… but he felt similarly.

“She matters to you, doesn't she?” Stephen turned again to Tony, who with a wary look nodded. “Then you have to know that saying this is the only option we have to find out what's going on.”

Natasha knew Tony was going to give in, the guilt that gnawed at him wasn't going to let him put a life at risk. And still, she understood his dilemma. She had it herself every day she woke up and looked in the mirror, every time she brought up the subject with someone, every time she had to keep her thoughts to herself because it was too dangerous to say it out there out loud. Being on guard and having to be on her toes every moment was wearing her out, and only to find out that it had been in vain in the end. They hadn't won, even if the mission reports said otherwise.

“We're not getting out of this alive,” Tony finally let out.

It was true. They all knew it. Figuratively, it was what they'd all expected. They had been trying to handle it for so long that they were already a ticking time bomb. And still, they always allowed themselves to hope, because there was no way things could get any worse.

“We have to look for the right time,” the mechanic sighed.

Even though they should take that as a victory, every person in the room shuddered. It seemed that a frost had taken over the room and none were prepared for the cold it brought with it. They should feel glad that Tony had agreed to what they intended to do… and still, the feeling of hopelessness and defeat remained in the room, tied to their bones, carved into their minds.

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strangesthirdeye · 25 days

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Chapter 11: BLOODY FINALLY!

Warning: slight mentioned of sex and lost virginity. Errr.. Little make out session...Uhuk.

۞ STEPHEN'S ROOM - NEXT DAY ۞

"Is it possible to get a book about Astral Projection from Wong?" Stephen asked suddenly, his head on your lap who was sitting on Stephen's bed while reading a book of spells with fingers played on his hair.

You raise your glasses up the bridge of your nose. "I tried several times to borrow that book from him, you know. He always said I wasn't ready. I even recommended him Adele albums but he just shrugged off and continued his work. I mean, who doesn't like Adele? He ignored me unless I want to borrow another book besides Astral Projection. Why ask?"

"Just want to increase knowledge" Stephen shrugged his shoulders.

You stopped playing his hair. "work slowly Stephen. That thing won't run away"

Stephen sighed and reached out to your hand on top of his crowned hair and caressed it slowly. " i know.. I'm just.. You know? Curious "

You nodded understanding. "I know, Steph. But still, work slowly and chill until the time comes, you will get what you want to achieve easily."

Stephen sighed slowly and glanced up at your face with a twinkle in his eye. "Why can't you just be my wife?"

You were stunned and your face started to turn red. "is that a proposal?"

Stephen smirked. "No.. Not yet"

You nodded. "good, because I don't think we need to rush things. We only got official a few hours ago and you already tried to propose to me"

Stephen changed his position to the side facing your stomach, he then put his free hand around your abdomen and nuzzled into your stomach. "just want to practice"

"no need, because I think before you said 'marry me' I already said 'yes'" You replied and continued reading the book.

Stephen arched his eyebrows and lifted up his head from your lap. "Really?"

You nodded. "if nothing happens then yes" you shrugged your shoulders.

Stephen arched his eyebrow. "if nothing happens? What do you think will happen to our relationship?"

You huffed and zoned out for a moment. "I don't know.. But let's just hope nothing happens in our relationship in the future" you continued reading the book, fingers unconsciously played his hair.

Stephen put his head again your lap again and zoned out. He was thinking what you meant earlier. Something happened in the relationship. I mean, most newly couples seem okay in their time as couples but the majority of their relationships do not last long for certain reasons such as cheating which is quite common and can be proposed unless the couple can work together but if the thing that cannot be proposed is death .

Stephen shuddered. He doesn't want anything to happen in this relationship, especially to you, in fact he doesn't want anything to happen to you at all. He grows protective over you when this relationship starts. Although he has made vows to take care of you since you were both small, he still needs to take care of you. He can't imagine if something happens to you like death. He can't live without you by his side. But while he was thinking that, he was also taking care of himself so as not to fall into things that could damage your relationship.

He knows that you think the same thing too. You know Stephen. You know how many fans and girls he has when he has such a sharp face. He loves to show off everything he has which makes you sometimes worry about him. But deep down he shows off and is charming which can make many women fall in love, he is a loyal person and takes care of his partner properly like he takes care of Christine. But well, we don't need to mention that anymore, right?

You then sighed and put your book to the side. Fingers still on the crown of Stephen's hair. Stephen came out of his reverie and arched his eyebrows at you, looked upon your face.

"what's wrong?" he asked.

"You mentioned about Astral Projection earlier and now I want to learn about it." you huffed.

"like you said, 'work slowly Stephen. That thing won't run away'" he mocked you with a smirk.

You pushed his head off from your lap. "shut up"

Stephen scoffed. "well, I have an idea but I don't think it will work"

"which is?" you raised your eyebrow.

"We ask Wong" Stephen replied.

"already do that, not working" you blurted.

"It's okay to try again, right?" Stephen began to sit in front of you.

You stared at him for a moment and started to crossed your leg so that you sat cross-legged in front of him to make room for him to sit. You mockingly coldly stared at him.

"And if it doesn't work?" you spoke in mocking flat tone.

Stephen dumbfounded. "Well, maybe make a plan B?"

"and the plan B is?"

Stephen paused. What is his plan B? He hasn't thought about that yet so what is it?

Stephen scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "I'll think about it later"

"The great Doctor Stephen Strange doesn't know how to form a plan. Is this the end of time?" you said jokingly while rolling your eyes.

"Well, if you're so great why don't you form a plan instead?" Stephen poked your forehead with his index finger.

You smacked his hand from your forehead. "Eish.." you paused. "Actually, I don't even know what to do"

Stephen's face changed to disbelief. "well no need to say that"

"it's not my fault if my idea doesn't come yet" you raised both hands, surrounded.

"well, same goes to me" Stephen replied and stared at your face.

You stared at his face with adoration. Softened in your eyes when you admired his face in front of you. His new personality caught you off guard. You don't expect his personality to change drastically which makes him completely a new person. Calm, humble and romantic? Also his show off is still there.. Only a little bit. But his thirst for knowledge hasn't changed at all and you don't care about that.

Stephen raised his right hand and palmed your cheek with tenderness in his eyes. His thumb rubbed your gentle cheek. He admired your face as if you were the best and most expensive art in the world. Well maintained and only one in the world.

Without wasting time, Stephen closes his body to your body and leaning his lips towards yours. Kissed your lips passionately and with care. He put both his hands on your cheeks and pulled his body closer. Pull you closer to him. You kissed his lips as if your life depended on him. He tastes like mint, tea and a little bit of honey which makes you lean against him more. Stephen stuck out his tongue and asked for permission which you willingly opened your mouth to let him explore your mouth.

You moaned and put both your hands on his shoulders. Stephen then slide his right hand from your cheek to your thigh. Lifting your thigh to be placed next to his body. Stephen lifted his body to be on top of you as you slide backwards to let your head land on the pillow. Stephen trailed his kisses to your neck. You sighed and breathed in his musky scent.

Your fingers running against his back hair as you close your eyes. Stephen still kissing and sucking your neck probably trying to leave some mark on you. After Stephen was satisfied with his work, he lifted up his head and glanced at your face with a hungry look.

You smile as you open your eyes. Staring at his sharp face that you grew up with. Never have you felt this kind of feeling. You have never experienced this.

Stephen eyes are sharp when he looks at your face. He then leaned his face towards you and kissed your lips. Hands start fumbling with your clothes while your hands also start to fumble with his shirt.

But that lusting moment didn't last long, as you both jerked in surprise when you heard something fall in front of Stephen's room followed by the voices of two people in front of his room.

"aah.. fff- fish! Hold my shoulder tightly oi.. the wound hasn't closed yet. Do you want to lose a lot of blood? I don't want you to lose a lot of blood!" said the woman outside the room followed by a man's groan.

You and Stephen looked at each other. Both confused with what happened outside. It's seemed that Dhani is helping to bring the injured John to his dorm. Welp, hence the speech that Dhani gave to John.

"I don't know that you are worried about me losing blood" John said cheekily.

"shut up, boy! It's your fault I lost my sling ring" Dhani said, half loud as she didn't want to disturb the students living there.

John chuckled and then the sound of the door being opened was heard. Both of their voices faded as the door to John's room closed. You and Stephen arched your eyebrows in surprise. Well, that's quite new. Dhani is not the type to always show her affection or caring side to others except her cat, Moon. Or you also but never on other people.

While John is the opposite of Dhani. Energetic and show caring as a way to interact with others. Now this side of Dhani and John is quite different from the others. Seemed like your two bets have paid off, but it's still hanging. Now just need certainty from both of them.

You looked at Stephen. "well, it seems like they both started to bear fruit"

"bear fruit? is that really how you want to describe them?" Stephen said with a smirk on his face.

You pushed his face to the side. "oh, please. Like you have a good metaphor.. now.. Wake up, I want to go to my room"

Stephen started to get up and adjusted his clothes while you did the same thing. Stephen held your right hand to help you up from his bed. He stared into your eyes affectionately.

"you know, you can just stay with me" Stephen suggested.

You chuckled. "Steph, I want to but this bed is enough for you alone."

"well, you can lie on top of me" Stephen replied.

"always want to have an excuses, huh? No, Stephen. Not tonight but maybe another night? We're still on the verge of starting a relationship.. So we need to take things slowly. No need to rush" You explained to him while stroking his right arm.

"alright" Stephen relented. "need me to send you to your room?" Stephen offered.

You shook your head, dismissing his offering. "No need, it's late. You need to sleep.. Goodnight, Love"

Stephen nodded and kissed your lips tenderly. He walked to the door of his room and helped you open the door of his room like a gentleman. You smile and stroke his cheek with your hand before walking out of his bedroom with your heart skipping a beat.

Stephen bid you goodnight before closing the door to his room. After he closed the door to his room, his right hand still lingered on the doorknob. His face was beaming with a smile like a high school student whose love was reciprocated by his crush. He turned his body facing his bed and walked to sit on his bed with his mind still thinking about you.

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۞ COURTYARD - NEXT DAY ۞

"you look terrible"

Dhani jerked in shock when she heard your voice. Her eyes looked at the source of your voice, which you were behind her who was sitting on the balcony by the courtyard. You walked towards her before sitting next to her.

"oh, thanks. I always look like this" Dhani said with sarcasm.

"I don't mean that you look terrible.. I mean you look like you have a problem.. what's wrong?" You sat closer to her and glanced at Dhani's side face.

Dhani frowned after that she sighed. "Just worried about that someone"

You tilted your head slightly. "and that someone?"

"John.. " Dhani paused. "Yesterday there was an attack near the London Sanctum.. Kaecilius' has followers who want to destroy the London Sanctum at the same time, me and John were assigned by the Ancient One to check the relics there but well, there was a broke out there and we also fought them and we got defeat them but one of the culprit summoned a glass shard and stabbed John's side.. luckily nothing was very serious just the cut.. John lost a lot of blood which I brought him back yesterday.. My sling ring was lost in the battle. ." Dhani told you.

You put your hand on her shoulder and rub it gently to comfort her. "Is he alright now?"

"yes.. Just checked on him this morning.. He was still sleeping.. I just let him rest" Dhani replied.

You nodded in understanding and glanced at the courtyard full of students. But then suddenly you realized something.

"You said your sling ring was lost while battling with Kaecilus' followers, right?" You ask her.

Dhani nodded. "yeah.. John forgot to bring his because we went to London Sanctum through the getaway in the library.. So John being John. He didn't bring his sling ring.. why?"

You back away from her slightly and hide your smile. "oh, just.. I'm curious.. that's all" you lied, looking at Dhani's face. The gears in your mind are turning with excitement when you get a good plan even Stephen probably never thought of it yet.

Dhani narrowed her eyes. skeptical of what you think. But it didn't last long as she thinks that what you are thinking about now is something that has nothing to do with her so she just shrugged it off. Dhani turned her gaze forward.

"you and that messy man.. You seem to have known him for a long time.. Who is he?" Dhani asked.

"Messy man?.. You mean Stephen?" You glanced at her, disbelief.

"Oh, he apparently has a name, I thought he didn't have a name based on how quiet he was before. Never shared his name with other students.. Stephen? Isn't that Stephen you mentioned when we first met? The handsome Doctor that you have crushed on" Dhani blurted.

'Crush. More than a crush now.' you thought

"yes, Stephen Strange. Well, you know who he is to me. So of course I hangout with him. Say hello, having tea" you replied.

Dhani nodded in understanding. "that's all?"

"that's all what?"

"most long lost friend decided to start a relationship so that they don't lose each other again. So did you start a relationship with him?" Dhani glanced at you with one eyebrow raised.

" Uh- not really.. We're just hanging out.. like old friends" you lied. 'an old friend doesn't do a make out session in his room' your lips twitched faintly.

The reason you lied to her about that is that you don't want your relationship to be spread to all the people you know yet. Let there be a secret for both of you before you are both ready to share about this.

"so you and him not-" Dhani sent you a knowing look. Her eyebrows are raised waiting for your response.

"What?" you tilted your head slightly, confused.

"Eating each other faces while climbing each other's body?" Dhani replied.

You blinked. "Wha- no! We're not.. no." you lied Try to hold back the blushing that started to appear on your face. You have to maintain this deception.

Dhani nodded. "oh, ok.. Ok.. good. Friends. Childhood friend. I understand"

"what about you?" You shot a question at her.

"what about me?" Dhani frowned.

"You and John?"

Dhani waving her hand. "John is fine. We've been getting along well for a long time. So yeah.. He's fine.. Sometimes it's because of him that I can't brain"

"So you and him not"

"no.. Besides everyone has a past relationship or things that make a person not confident with their love life.. Soo.. John is one of them" Dhani muttered, looking down at her lap.

You nodded. Deciding not to ask more, you started staring at the almost silent courtyard. Most of the students here prefer to study in their room or in the library. So no wonder the courtyard is quiet. Only a few students there.

"Where are you last night? I saw you just about to enter your room yesterday. Where did you go?" Dhani squinted her eyes at you.

Your lips become a thin line. Not knowing what more fraud to say. You blinked a few times before glancing at Dhani's clueless face.

"Er.. late night study at the library" You replied.

Dhani hummed. "hmm.. Late night study.. You have an advanced brain, right? Why do you want to study late at night? Did you know that if you always sleep late, your brain can't keep up with everything and it won't work at all, also makes the metabolism in your body weak and easy to get dangerous diseases like cancer. It's dangerous..well you probably know about this because you're a bloody doctor " Dhani glanced at you with horror plastered on her face.

You blinked before putting your index and middle finger on the bridge of your nose and massaging it. "I know, I know.. I promise I won't do it again" you sighed.

Dhani scoffed. "promise. A promise that is easy to break"

"a promise I have to work on keeping. That's a fact" You replied with sarcasm.

Dhani waving her hand. "yeah, yeah.. But seriously. Sleep early.. that's all.. later you'll be like me. Forgetful"

Both of you are silent in fact all the noise that is not visible to the naked eye becomes silent as if there is a foreign presence that makes the atmosphere there quiet. Not horrifying silence but awkward silence. Both of you avoid eye contact for apparently no reason.

As if you sensed the discomfort of the situation, you decided to withdraw from the situation with a reasonable reason, namely:

"I have a promise with Stephen to study together in his room, I think I have to go now, ok?"

Dhani nodded. "same with me. I need to check on John in his room. Seems like he's probably already awake" She got up from her seat and held out her hand towards you, offering her help to help you stand up.

You reached out to her hand and pushed yourself to get up, silently thanks for her help.

"right, I think we'll see each other at dinner later, huh?" Dhani arched her eyebrow.

You nodded. "yeah, see you at dinner"

"Bye bye" Dhani saluted you before retreating.

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"Maybe we can persuade him to give the book?" Stephen looked down at you who was standing next to him in front of the library door.

You looked up at him with an arched eyebrow. "Didn't we both already do that? It's not working. It's no use trying to persuade him because Wong won't be fooled by that."

"Maybe we can try?" Stephen insisted.

"why not you alone? if he gives it, I'll join you but if not.. well, at least you try" you muttered.

Stephen was silent. "Why me? Why not you? Didn't you and Wong like great friends?"

"sometimes we can't trust our own great friends" You sighed. "Besides you got this charm that does what you want, you will get it, so maybe you can use your charm to persuade Wong" you added.

Stephen furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "you call my avaricious a charm?"

"Seems like a good word.. Now go ask him about the book.. I'll be waiting in your room" you patted his shoulder and left him alone in front of the library door.

Stephen could only remain silent and stiffened in front of the library door. He may seem like a person with high ambitions and a thirst for knowledge, but deep down he is a humble person who is not confident with his own plans. Very deep down. Like soooo deep.

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i"t's not working" Stephen muttered ashamed as he entered his room.

You glanced at Stephen from his bed. "told you so" you said to him with a smirk.

Stephen grumbled in embarrassment. "shut up"

You chuckled. "right, let me hear your plan B"

"there is no plan B, love" Stephen huffed.

you scoffed and put your book aside then made space letting Stephen sit next to you. Stephen moved and sat next to you. Shoulder to shoulder, Stephen put his big hand on your hand. His thumb rubbed the back of your hand.

"maybe we probably need to be really ready to learn that. Like Wong always say" you muttered, placing your head on Stephen's shoulder.

"Is there any other way for us to convinced Wong? " you said, sluggishly.

"I'm not sure.. I'm still stuck on that" Stephen replied.

You close your eyes for a moment, savoring the little peace that is near Stephen even though Stephen is not someone who can bring peace. He's smart and intelligent but sometimes he can still get stuck with something impossible. Having a photographic memory is not always easy. Sometimes it's a bit hard to use. Although if both of your brains have photographic memory, all plans will be easy to unravel, but not right now. Right now it's a bit twisted. You sighed in defeat but then suddenly you remembered something. Something that Dhani always said.

"I lost my sling ring, tho" Dhani.

Sling ring. Of course that little relic is always useful in every situation no matter what situations. It's definitely worth it. You lifted your head from Stephen's shoulder quickly and looked at Stephen with wide eyes and smirked.

Stephen frowned in skepticism. "what?"

"Sling ring" You suggested.

Stephen widen his eyes as he suddenly understood what you meant. He grabbed both of your shoulders and shook them slightly.

"of course! That little shit always comes in handy" Stephen exclaimed, excitedly he kissed your lips deeply before he got up and retrieved his sling ring on the table. Leaving you stunned on the bed.

Stephen then started to make a motion after putting on his sling ring. A circle of sparkling fire began to appear in the air as Stephen turned his right hand before he put it into the getaway.

Sneakily grab books from the bookshelves. You approached Stephen by crawling to the end of the bed. Looking into the portal, trying to find Wong.

Does he notice the emergence of getaways around him? You think so, because as soon as Stephen took the Astral Projection book, he quickly disappeared the getaway in front of him. Stephen grabbed the book with both hands with caution as if it would explode. He let out a sigh of relief after the thrilling scene. You gaped. He did it. You leaped towards him excitedly then hugged him proudly before kissing his lips several times leaving Stephen stunned there.

"You did it!" you squeezed his body tightly.

"No, 'we' did it. If it wasn't your idea, of course we wouldn't have gotten this book" Stephen replied, before parting away from hugging you and looking at the Astral Projection book.

"shall we?" Stephen added, raising one eyebrow.

You sniggered. "we shall"

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< TIME SKIPS >

You studied the contents of the book solemnly while Stephen seemed amazed by his astral projection body. He looked at his hands and then looked at his real body who was sleeping next to your real body who was also sleeping. He observed your sleeping face longingly.

Admiring your sleeping and peaceful face that sleeps undisturbed although you don't sleep next to Stephen's astral body but your real body that sleeps is quite calm and peaceful. He fought his urges to caress your face with his astral hand but well it will surely penetrate you so he left that urge.

"you good?"

Stephen turned his gaze on you. "yeah, fine"

You put the book on the bed and float closer towards Stephen. "well, it's not that hard to master it. We're ghosts now"

"Oh, please. We both know that we have no problem knowing certain knowledge even if it is difficult" Stephen replied.

You observed your hands. "well, it looks.. glowing"

"reminds me when the Ancient One decided to push my spirit out of my body the first time I came here" Stephen reached for the book and examined the pages of the book.

"she did that?" You stared at him in disbelief.

"I had a hard time believing all this mysticism so obviously I didn't believe her at that time which she decided to opened my eyes and make me see what my bare eyes couldn't see" Stephen replied.

"and what did you see?" you float closer to his side, observing his side face intently.

Stephen stopped his reading and stared into space. Replaying what he saw when his eyes were opened by the Ancient One. "Things that the smartest people can't describe"

You were silent and did not make any comments. It's not like you don't like Stephen's answer but the things he sees are really unexpected which for you there is a lot more that you don't know what is in this universe. The things Stephen sees are very intriguing for anyone who needs answers. And that was just Stephen's answer.

You yawned before looking at the clock on the wall of Stephen's room.

2:00 in the morning. The time when normal humans should have slept long ago. Stephen still reading the book of course he didn't notice what time it was. You snatched the book from Stephen's hands and put it on the table next to his bed. Stephen gaped.

"I haven't finished reading it yet"

"no, time to sleep. Look what time it is" you pointed at the clock on the wall.

Stephen looked at the clock. "it's 2 am"

"and?" You arched your eyebrows at him.

Stephen grumbled. "fine" he floated to his real body and entered his body.

You immediately entered your body and stirred from deep sleep. Eyes opened and directly focused on Stephen who's eyes were already open, observing your face like a creepy man.

"You look like a creepy man" you pushed his cheek with your hand, turning his face away from you.

"and yet this creepy man you fell in love with" Stephen smoothly said with a smirk.

"My creepy man" You mumbled sleepily.

Stephen rubbed your cheek with his left hand gently. "stay with me here. You're sleepy"

You chuckled tiredly. Leaving the real body has its own downside, which is extreme fatigue. You already noted that in your head. You shook your head, dismissed.

"no.. I think I'll go back to my room. I don't want to disturb your comfort" You dismissed.

"no you don't disturb my comfort. In fact you are my comfort" Stephen said teasingly

'gosh, how come this man is full of charms and not tired?' you thought.

"If you make that sweet sentence I might cover your mouth with silencing spells" You threatened him.

"The only silencing spell that works is when your lips touch my li-"

"ayee, that's a limited edition. You have to work hard for that" you replied as you got up from your lying position and stood at the end of the bed.

Stephen leaning his back on the headboard. "Are you sure you don't want me to accompany you to your room?"

You nodded your head. "yeah, you need rest and comfort and I also need my own rest and comfort, so.. sleep well.. Don't be naughty" you pecked his lips and left his room.

As you leave Stephen's room, suddenly you hear the door of the next room open which is John's room. You arched your eyebrows.

But then your eyes made contact with the eyes of the person who came out of John's room. Dhani. She looked tired and disheveled. Her hair is stringy and her pajamas are wrinkled.

'wow' your heart whispered.

Dhani was stunned. Her eyes wide and her mouth gaping in shock before her face turned red when caught by you.

"Dhani?" You called.

"me?" Dhani pretends not to know.

"Oh, I'm calling to that person besides you actually. Of course! I'm calling you" You said sarcastically.

Dhani looked away shyly.

"I didn't want to ask what you did earlier but really? What happened to what you said earlier?" you looked at her disbelief.

"well.. Action speaks louder than words. So I take action in this matter" she replied.

"action? like having sex with John? you go too fast" you said.

"eyy, who said I go too fast, huh? Me and John already a thing since we did relics hunting" Dhani spilled her secrets out.

"so that means all those delayed trainings, you and John- I don't want to say anything" You give up.

"eh, the relics hunting mission is real and all those delayed trainings have a reason why it was delayed. Besides we are the ones who decide to keep these secrets" Dhani crossed her arms.

"you- bumbling baboons." you paused "who was first?"

"Huh?" Dhani cocked her head slightly, confused.

"Who confessed first? You or John?" this time it was you who crossed your arms over your chest.

"well, at first John wanted to confess but I beat him by tackling him to the wall and kissed him first so it's me who confessed first." Dhani explained.

Your mind makes a small celebration in the brain. "and what were you thinking at that time?" you asked, mimicking the mother who was interrogating her daughter's relationship.

"I just want him to shut up.. plus he's cheeky tho.. I just want to squeeze his cheek" Dhani replied while making hands to squeeze.

"What about John? Is he still noisy or?" You narrowed your eyes at her.

Dhani turned her gaze everywhere. "he's stuttering, stunned, dumbfounded and all of the above before he too tackled me to the wall and kissed me all the while we took cover so the culprits wouldn't see us" Dhani explained before she suddenly changed her face to mischief.

"oh, baby, now it's your turn.. So you and Mister shaggy waggy messy eh?" Dhani smirked.

"Mr Shaggy waggy messy? what- oh, you know what.. Yeah we have a thing" you spilled your secrets

Dhani cheered.

"but, we didn't do what you and John did.. it's just not the time yet" you turned red. Having sex with Stephen isn't something you think about yet.

"ayy, i am understood, sister" Dhani saluted. "you don't want to lose your vinvin yet, that's okay take your time" Dhani put her hands to surrender. "wait don't tell me you haven't lost your virginity yet"

"No I haven't lost my virginity yet" You grumbled.

"ayy, right.. Save it for the chosen man.. I understand.." Dhani nodded in understanding.

"soo, we got our boys, right?" Dhani moved up and down her eyebrows.

You stared at her, disbelief. "yeah.. we got our boys"

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Careful What You Wish For

13 Days of Halloween: Day 13

Plot: When Stephen decides he wants to make the sanctum more holiday ready for you, his spell backfires when all of the Halloween decorations come to life.

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Violence, blood, knives, mentions of death (of fake creatures). Spiders. Snake. Brief clown mention. Mild cursing.

Words: 2.8k

Walking towards the sanctum library, you could hear Stephen reciting something, as a glow came from the room.

Feeling curious, you peaked your head in, seeing him standing over a fake witch decoration while reciting the spell.

You rose your brow as you stepped fully into the room.

"What are you doing?" You asked abruptly.

Stephen turned to look at you and smirked "Testing out a new spell."

You approached him, looking down at the witch, and seeing a pile of Halloween decorations nearby.

"A spell to do what exactly?"

"I'm attempting to enchant the decorations."

You glanced between him and he witch "Why?"

"'Tis the season."

"That doesn't tell me anything, Stephen what are you really attempting to do, and why do I have a bad feeling about it?"

He chuckled lowly as he turned fully towards you "You sound like Wong."

"That's not a bad thing, he's always right."

"He is not."

"Stephen." You said with a stern tone.

He rolled his eyes lightly "I thought you were excited for Halloween and wanted to decorate the Sanctum?"

"Wait, are you doing this because of what I said?"

He motioned his head lightly in response before he spoke softly "I want you to enjoy the holidays here, with me."

You smiled, feeling touched at his actions. You let out a soft chuckle as you spoke "I am excited about Halloween, and I did decorate the Sanctum, I don't need them to walk around the sanctum on their own. I'm enjoying my time here with you perfectly well."

He smiled but leaned closer, squinting "But you have to admit, it would be hilarious if Wong entered his office only to find a giant enchanted spider waiting for him."

You repressed your smile "Stephen." You warned again.

"Picture it."

Failing to repress the smile, it stretched across your face. You shook your head lightly. "Okay, it would be hilarious, but I still have a bad feeling about it."

"Oh come on, it'll be fun, I promise."

You sighed and shrugged your head "Fine, but if it goes wrong, it's not on me."

He smiled as he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "Deal"

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Humming to yourself as you walked down the halls, you stopped as you heard a scraping noise nearby. Frowning you walked further down the hall and peered around the corner.

Your heart jolted as you saw a tall hooded figure at the end of the hall.

"Hey!" You called out, feeling your defenses rise.

As the figure spun around, you felt your body jolt before realization fell over you.

The tall grim reaper decoration swayed awkwardly, it's feet scraping along the ground. A tall scythe held in it's hands, as it's empty eyes stared back at you.

You let out a soft sigh, knowing Stephen got exactly what he wanted. A quick scare, too bad he wasn't here to see it.

Looking one last time at the decoration, you shook your head with a soft laugh. Turning, you continued down the hall, wondering how many of the decorations were enchanted.

Hearing the scraping continue, it took you a moment to realize it was getting louder. Stopping, you realized it was right behind you. Rolling your eyes, you spun around, flinching slightly as the figure stood right behind you.

Your eyes scanned over it, before you saw the very real metal sheen of the scythe in it's hands. You frowned, as you felt a bad feeling rise in your gut.

Suddenly, the reaper moved with a speed you weren't expecting as it raised the scythe before swinging at you. Jumping back with a yelp, as you barely dodged the blade, the reaper quickly attempting to attack you again.

Crouching down, you grabbed the decorations legs and yanked them, causing it to fall backwards. As it fell, you ripped the scythe from it's hands before cutting the head off the figure. The whole body went limp as the head rolled down the hall.

You let out a heavy breath as you looked at the very real scythe in your hands. Your heart was pounding heavily in your chest as adrenaline ran through you.

Looking around with a rush of fear and frustration you called out "Stephen!"

Hearing no reply, you ran through the sanctum, searching for him. Finally finding him, you rushed into the room, breathless.

Seeing you, Stephen stood up, concern lacing his face and voice "What's wrong?"

"Whats wrong is that one of your enchanted decorations just tried to kill me." You held out the scythe as you spoke.

Stephen frowned as he walked up to you, grabbing the scythe "The grim reaper."

"Yeah! And the Grim Reaper just tried to cut me in half with that very real scythe!"

"Where is it now?"

"I took care of it" You breathed out "I cut its head off and it went limp, like it died."

"That's concerning."

"Concerning?!"

"Alright, it's very concerning." He admitted, setting the scythe down.

"How many decorations did you enchant exactly?"

He looked back at you with a slightly startled look "A few."

"How many is a few?"

"A lot."

You closed your eyes and let out a sigh "Oh great."

Hearing a loud thud upstairs, you both looked up, before locking eyes. Stephen quickly left the room, and you followed, wondering what you were about to find.

As you crept upstairs cautiously, you followed the sound of thudding into one of the rooms. Slowly entering the room, you heard clicking sounds from behind table.

Watching with baited breath as the table moved slightly with a thud, before you saw a large spider made of bones crawl out from behind the table.

You felt your chest clench as you let out a soft breath "You've gotta be kid-"

As the spider let out a loud hiss it leapt int the air towards you, you flinched back in fear as Stephen swung out his arm, casting a spell. You watched as the spider fell to the ground in various pieces, all of the bones clanking against the floor.

You let out a large breath as you shook your head, as if dispelling the fear you just felt. "Is that the spider you wanted to scare Wong with?"

He looked back at you and rose his brow "No."

Your face dropped, your voice holding a sense of defeat "There's another one somewhere?"

He shrugged his head "Yeah."

You let out a soft groan as you turned around into the doorway. You let out a startled gasp as you were met with large angry eyes.

As the tall green witch let out a wicked laugh and grabbed you, you felt your feet lift off the ground as you were pulled out of the room, and over the banister, hanging above the stairwell.

Stephen ran out of the room behind you, as his cloak flew off his shoulders and towards you.

Feeling the cloak wrap itself around you, Stephen attempted to take out the witch, but it dogged his magic and let out a loud laugh as it yanked you down.

You let out a startled yell as you felt yourself drop, as the cloak attempting to pull you from the witches grasp. The witches grip was tight on you as her long fingernails dug into your skin as she and the cloak used you in a game of tug-of-war.

Seeing Stephen out of the corner of your eye preparing to disenchant the witch, you saw a large white object appear behind him.

"Stephen!" You yelled in warning.

Just as Stephen was about to cast his spell, a white sheet wrapped around him, as the ghost decoration pulled him towards the ground, binding his arms to his side.

As Stephen struggled against the ghost, you felt the witch yank you from the cloaks grasp as she began pulling you towards the window with a great speed.

Stephen, managing to free one of his hands from the sheet, repelled the ghost before throwing it into a closet and locking the door. Turning towards you he saw you being pulled towards the window.

"Y/n!" He yelled out, before disenchanting the witch.

As you felt yourself begin falling, you closed your eyes. A moment later you felt the cloak wrap itself around you, before lifting you back up to Stephen.

Landing back on the ground, you let out a sigh of relief, as Stephen pulled you to his chest.

"Are you alright?"

You nodded with a sigh "Yeah I'm aright."

Hearing a fast paced clicking sound, you and Stephen spun around to see the bone spider, a few legs down, running towards you.

Stephen reached out his hand towards the spider. You flinched as it turned to dust before disappearing entirely.

"Alright. This is ridiculous, I need to cast a disenchantment before this gets out of hand."

"Before?!"

He looked down at you and shrugged his head "Okay, before it gets worse."

Seeing him looking over your head, his eyes widened as he grabbed you, spinning you around, away from something.

Looking back, you saw a large clown decoration, knife in hand, lunging at Stephen. Knocking the clown back, you heard Stephen hiss in pain as the knife cut his arm.

The clown laughed merrily as it jumped around out of Stephens view. Preparing to run over to help Stephen, you let out a gasp as you were grabbed from behind. Feeling a sharp pain in your leg, you began to let out a yell, but felt a hand placed over your mouth, muffling your cry.

Looking back over your shoulder, you saw the smiling face of a scarecrow as it began dragging you down the hall. Looking down at your leg, you saw blood as the scarecrow pulled the knife from your thigh.

Swiping your legs, you knocked the scarecrow back. Spinning around, preparing to fight it, you felt goosebumps rise up your arms as the smiling face quickly changed to a angry frown.

As the scarecrow lifted the knife up, you spun, kicking your leg out, knocking the knife from it's grasp. Ignoring the pain in your leg, you lunged for the knife, grabbing it just before the scarecrow.

Spinning around, you swiped the knife, slicing open its chest as straw and cotton became visible.

The scarecrow let out a angry muffled groan, but seemed unaffected. Lunging at you, it grabbed your arms, holding the up, along with the knife.

Letting out a frustrated groan, you pushed the scarecrow away, kicking it towards the banister. As it stumbled, you reached out, grabbing it's head. You yelled out as you pulled it's head off before quickly tossing it over the banister. As the scarecrows body began spinning around wildly, you pushed it over the banister as well.

Hearing a thud nearby, you looked over to see the clown decoration fall to the ground as Stephen stumbled out into the hall. Looking over at you, he saw the knife in your hands, and then the blood coating your leg.

His eyes widened as he began to walk over to you "Are you alright?"

"I've been better" You winced as you met him.

As he got to you, you both froze as you heard a groaning sound. Turning to look behind you, your eyes cast to the ground at the end of the hall, as you saw half of a zombie slowly crawling towards you.

"You really enchanted all of the decorations didn't you?"

He nodded "Yep."

Suddenly from the floor below you, you heard a loud familiar shriek. You and Stephen looked at each other and he closed his eyes briefly before shaking his head.

"I know. Be careful what you wish for."

Walking over, the two of you peered down over the banister.

Seeing the limp body of a giant spider fly into the wall before hitting the ground, you saw a bewildered and scared Wong came into view. Looking around, he finally spotted the two of you above him.

"What is going on!?" He yelled up at the two of you

You quickly pointed at Stephen "He did it!"

He looked over at you with mild offense before sighing and looking back down at Wong "I'm handleing it!"

Wong looked past you and pointed "Zombie!?"

You looked over, seeing the zombie getting close. Stepping away, Stephen walked over to it before casting a spell.

You watched as the zombie, went limp and fell motionless to the ground.

Sighing, you walked past it cautiously, and down the stairs, meeting Wong on the landing.

Looking down at your leg he pointed "What did that?"

Hearing a soft padding nearby, you peered into the next room to see the headless scarecrow wandering around, bumping into walls.

"That."

He frowned before lifting his hands and casting a spell. You saw as the scarecrow went stiff before falling to the ground. "Animation enchantments, are always tricky, and risky!" He finished with a pointed look towards Stephen.

Stephen, walking past you made his way into the library "I'm going to cast the disenchantment!" He called back over his shoulder.

"You're just now doing that?" Wong asked angrily as he followed him.

"In his defense we've been a bit distracted." You said while following behind

Hearing a loud shriek, you jumped as you looked back behind you. Seeing a large banshee decoration flying around above you, you looked over your shoulder at Wong, who stared bewildered at it.

Looking back as it spotted you, and began to fly a you with a loud shriek, you turned and ran into the library.

Quickly, you and Wong closed the doors, just in time to hear the banshee smash against the doors with a loud thud.

You winced before looking back at Stephen. "Any time now."

As Stephen began reciting the spell, you walked further into the room, stopping, when you felt a sharp pain at your ankle.

Gasping as you looked down you saw a large black snake latched onto your ankle. Wong, running over, grabbed the snake, pulling it from your leg, before he tossed it into a large vase.

You gripped our ankle as blood trickled out of the bite marks. "Son of a bitch!" You complained as you hopped over to a chair.

Stephen looked back at you with concern, but you motioned your hand at him "Keep going!"

You watched Stephen cast his disenchantment as you heard the shriek of the banshee outside.

Frowning, you looked over at Wong, who had a similar look on his face, as you both began hearing a loud thudding from a nearby room.

As you looked at the doorway, the sound coming closer, you suddenly remember what had been in that room.

Standing up you muttered out "Oh no."

Stephen glanced over, remembering as well "Oh yes."

Wong looked over in confusion "What?"

Hearing the loud footsteps just outside the archway, you both looked over to see the large 15 foot tall skeleton step into view.

You stood still, mouth agape, as the skeleton looked around, casting it's eyes over you before stopping.

Suddenly, it arched back before letting out a loud roar before it came stomping towards you. You and Wong both fell into a defensive position, preparing to take out the large skeleton.

But as it grew closer, you watched as it suddenly went stiff before falling to the ground with a loud thud as the head of the skeleton popped off, ad rolled a few feet towards you, stopping just at your feet.

Letting out a soft gasp, you kicked the head away from you.

Hearing thuds and crashing sounds echo throughout the sanctum, you looked over at Stephen who put his hands down.

Looking over at you, he nodded "It's done."

"Are you sure?" Wong asked.

Walking over to the vase, he reached in and pulled out the now rubber snake before looking back over at Wong. "Yes, I'm positive."

You let out a sigh of relief as you finally let down your defenses. Locking your eyes with Stephen you spoke with an exhausted voice "Net time I say I have a bad feeling about something. Listen."

He smiled and walked over to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead "I promise." He looked down at your leg and frowned "Lets get those taken care of."

Wong stepped over, gently grabbing your elbow and pointing at Stephen.

"Ah ah. I will help Y/n. You go clean up your mess."

Stephen looked back at you and you just shrugged your head as you turned to follow Wong. "Always listen to Wong."

Stephen let out a soft chuckle as he shook his head. Walking over to the large skeleton, he stared down at it and let out a soft sigh.

Hearing quick clattering behind him, Stephen frowned as he spun around to see a large spider running at him. Letting out a soft yelp, he staggered back, before quickly destroying the spider.

Hearing laughter, he looked up to see Wong, hands up, laughing at him. You were behind him stifling your own laughter.

Wong nodded his head with amusement "Payback."

Stephen let out a sigh as he lowered his head, shaking it, as he turned away. "Yeah, I deserved that."

xx End xx

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