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She Wore Gardenias In Her Hair - chapter three

a Stephen Strange x Female Reader Romance

contains NSFW material

summary: It’s an historic day for Stephen Strange, and those that know him best. His wedding day. It must’ve taken a very special woman to capture the heart of this Master of the Mystic Arts-–let’s see if the day turns out as romantic as his fiancee is hoping for. And if this once very confirmed bachelor finds the sort of happiness he’d never dared to dream could someday be his.

characters: Stephen Strange, Female Reader/Y/N genre: unadulterated romance

rating: NSFW smut amidst romance, passion, lust

word count: 7.1k (twice as long as my usual, I know--containing snippets previously published)

Stephen had been sitting on the edge of his bed, just about ready to get dressed, when your call came in. He answered it in a flash, guessing it was you. “Hey, honey,” he drawled with a grin in his voice, “Happy Wedding Day!”

“Oh, Stephen,” you exclaimed, gushing with happiness, “It’s the most beautiful, wonderful…loving gift I’ve ever received! I can’t tell you how much this means to me…”

“Welllll,” he let his voice drop to the tenor you liked best, “You could probably start by marrying me. And then we can, uh…figure out what comes next from there.”

“Done,” you laughed softly. That was one of his gifts to you from the beginning. Reasons for soft, satisfied laughter. “And done,” you added, letting your voice go husky in the way you knew he enjoyed.

“Whoa now—careful, baby,” he chuckled, “Don’t be getting me worked up before the ceremony even begins.” Who am I kidding, he thought; you’ve got me on a hair trigger already. Why the hell did I agree to your idea that a whole week of abstinence would make our wedding night more special? Just the sound of your voice right now makes me feel like I’m going to combust!

Of course, he knew why. He would never admit it aloud, but he was very often putty in your hands. Not that you ever pouted for real--as if you were spoiled and expected him to indulge you in whatever you asked for. Nor did you ever do a single thing to manipulate him. He just loved you so damn much that your happiness and safety were tantamount--because face it, his work could draw the ire of malevolent forces, enough for them to rain harm on those dearest to him; early on, Stephen had been frank in seeking your permission to cast perpetual, protective charms and the strongest of warding spells around you. Though you had been quietly skeptical about any danger coming your way, you had accepted his offer graciously, seeing it as a chance to at least observe up close his magical skills and the formidable mind that made him one of Earth’s most fearsome protectors.

“Stephen,” you reminded him, as though you’d read his mind just now, “I promise it’ll be more then worth the wait. Besides, you’re not the only one that’s been missing out this week. If you only knew the kind of dreams I’ve had of you the past few nights…”

“Wicked?”

“Sinful…”

“Licentious?”

“Are they ever,” you exclaimed, though he could tell you were mindful that your family was close by, so that you had to attempt at some decorum. “I’m blushing just to think of them!” Then you added sotto voce--and in such a tease that Stephen promised himself he was going to make you pay for that when he finally had you all to himself—“Even in dreams, you’re the best I ever had…magic man…” There was always something about the way you said that; it felt…intimate… even in the most casual circumstance. It spoke to your claim upon him. Of the welcome coolness of your hands soothing his tense or fevered flesh. Or of those same hands effortlessly awakening his lust with a single, perfectly timed, touch. The halting sigh you gave now as punctuation to it had him thinking he was going to need a cold shower if this conversation went on much longer.

Stephen gave a little shake of his head, shaking off such ruminations. “Lucky for me that you’ve set the bar low, my darling,” he chuckled, falling back on his usual, humorous self-deprecation, to keep his randy thoughts at bay, “But I promise to do my best to, uh…rise to your expectations.”

“I don’t doubt that one bit.” He heard devotion and soft vulnerability in both your words and the silences in between. “But seriously. You’re the love of my life, Stephen. You have my full faith and all the love I’m capable of. I can’t wait to proclaim it in front of our family, friends, and the whole wide world. Because today you make me the luckiest woman alive.

And that’s why I’m constantly amazed by you, Y/N. That such a good, pure soul not only considers herself the lucky one, but thinks far better of me than I deserve. Making me want to be the man I see reflected in your eyes.

You broke his sudden silence, drawing Stephen from his reverie, “Penny for your thoughts, darling? That wasn’t too much for you, was it?”

“God no,” he huffed a laugh, “Feel free to spoil me rotten with praise, sweetheart. And please tell me you love me a couple dozen times a day—if you feel so moved.”

You hummed your happiness, “I will, Stephen—and I do.”

‘I do.’ The most magical words of all. When we speak them today, we officially belong to each other. For keeps.

“Stephen?”

“Yes, honey?”

“I don’t want to go, but Jenny is chomping at the bit to get my hair done…”

“Right,” he nodded to himself, loathe to let you go just yet. “Then I guess this is it, isn’t it?”

“For a little while, yes.”

His chest had begun to ache in the most wonderful way. With a longing that felt like it would be eternal, even as it would find itself fulfilled every day. “I love you, baby.”

“I know.” You gave a long, lingering sigh. “And I love you more, magic man.”

Magic man. A shiver of simple need to have you at his side, raised the fine hairs on the back of his neck.

There came a click and then the dial tone, and Stephen sighed himself. In perfect understanding, dozens of blocks uptown from the Sanctum, you had simply known that he couldn’t bring himself to end the call. No one has ever gotten me quite like you do, baby. Nor loved me like you do.

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Stephen had one last task to see to before suiting up for the day—packing the for the honeymoon. While you had been fully focused on ironing out the details of the wedding ceremony and reception, he’d taken charge of planning for your romantic getaway. And he was very pleased with what he had in store for you; he’d used a little bit of actual magic to supplement the natural magic of sun-splashed white sand and gentle surf by day, soft sea breezes and luminous moonlight by night--and uninterrupted seclusion the entire time. Stephen had arranged for a private, beachside bungalow, fitted out with first class amenities, and had stocked an easily accessible pocket dimension with a bounty of food and drink. Should you have a whim for something special—even a gourmet meal from a 5-star resort on the island—it was all just a portal away.

Though he would’ve loved to take a full month off, his duties would only allow for a week—if he was that lucky. If some supernatural crisis or life-threatening peril presented itself in his absence, Stephen had arranged a way for Wong to send him a smoke signal of sorts—necessary because you and he had agreed to eschew all socially connected technology while in Fiji. There would be no wifi, and your phones would be there to take pictures and videos only—until and if their batteries went dead. He intended for your escape to paradise to be as blissfully isolated as possible.

With his Spotify playlist set to random, Stephen busied himself with packing the few essentials he needed to take along. Cloak was giving its best impression of pacing through the rooms of his quarters, apparently anxious to make sure that the groom would get to the church on time. A few weeks ago, Stephen had needed to make it clear that his loyal relic would be staying behind in the Sanctum for the duration of the honeymoon, which had resulted in Cloak treating him to the cold shoulder for several days—only when not on a mystical task, anyway. Once he had explained to you why Cloak appeared to be sulking, you had made it your business to charm it out of its funk. No surprise to Stephen, for he knew that Cloak’s affection for you was a respectful echo of his own.

I would climb any mountain, Sail across the stormy sea. If that's what it takes me, baby, To show how much you mean to me.

Feels Like the First Time had just come up on his playlist. That’s a good one, he thought, beginning to hum along. Foreigner. From their March 1977 debut album. It reached number 4 on the Billboard Hot 100…

And I guess it's just the woman in you That brings out the man in me. I know I can't help myself- You're all in the world to me.

“It feels like the first time,” he sang out loud, nodding with the truth of it. “It feels like the very first time…” From the mirror of his memories, Stephen saw your sweet face on that night. Your dark hair spread across his pillow that first time, eyes gone wide and hungry with desire, luscious lips swollen from his kisses. Christ, what a first time that had been! The thought of it stopped him in his tracks, weakening his knees and making him take a seat on the mahogany trunk at the base of his bed. On this day of all days, Stephen gave himself permission to indulge in remembering that spectacular night.

He’d always had a photographic memory; it had served him well in his pursuit of his MD and PhD simultaneously; throughout his medical career; and now in his new, far more satisfying, mystical vocation. But that astonishing power of recall which had facilitated his success for most of his adult life, paled when he considered the vivid, treasured memories associated with you.

Those memories possessed a vibrant immediacy, brilliant with the colors that had been absent from Stephen’s life for far too long. Flavored by your gentle manner, and ever tinged with your signature scent, Versace’s Pour Femme Dylan Turquoise, and the sweetness of your voice—until you dropped it a register or so to speak those things best confined behind the bedroom door. He had merely to close his eyes and concentrate a bit to summon them, as fresh to his mind’s eye as when they had been born.

The city had been suffering through an oppressive, late summer heat wave that had settled over the tri-state area for over a week, making it feel more like the dog days of July or August than the early weeks of merciful September. The humidity had been thick, heavy, and unrelenting, and if city dwellers had any sort of prayer in common, it was for a good, cleansing rain to wash the air clean. You and he had met at the AMC Empire at Times Squarefor an early evening movie, in part to escape into the relief of the air-conditioned darkness. The movie hadn’t mattered all that much to him (your choice, a rom-com featuring Emma Stone and Henry Cavill) as just the chance to hold your hand and feel you rest your head on his shoulder. He’d just spent two solid days in Brazil, working to evict a clutch of demons that had claimed an abandoned church on the outskirts of Sao Paulo, and which had been bedeviling the local residents. Stephen had been missing you intensely the whole time away--a novel but welcome sensation after too many years as a solitary man. It had felt so damn good to let himself need someone again. Someone kind and loving by nature, and who showed him every chance she got that she thought the world him.

Afterwards, the two of you had stood on the sidewalk outside the theater discussing the merits of getting yourselves a couple servings of thin-sliced pizza or some gyros to go from his favorite Mediterranean grill, as the first rumbles of thunder signaled the clash of a cool front meeting the stationary wall of heat and humidity, promising that much-needed relief was finally at hand. By the time you two had departed the little frozen yogurt shoppe (the best compromise in your debate), a cup of vanilla with chunks of syrupy strawberries on top in your hand, and cone of chocolate rolled in crushed pralines in Stephen’s--warm, fat droplets of rain had begun to splatter the ground. Only minutes later, a series of loud thunder booms sounded overhead, and the sky opened up. You were both swiftly soaked to the skin, so that Stephen had conjured a portal directly to the Sanctum, granting yourselves shelter from the storm.

He had dried off your clothes with a wink and a snap of his fingers, although your skin had chilled from the lingering damp, prompting him to light the fireplace in his sitting room. And there you two had snuggled on a velveteen sofa, catching up on all the kisses missed while he was in Brazil. Necking like a couple of teenagers in the front seat of the boy’s father’s car. With Stephen—very like his teenage self with his first serious girlfriend--trying his best to go slow, trying to be patient. Trying to deny his hunger for the things you hadn’t yet been ready for.

As ever, this was where your natural and completely irresistible magic came to life, confounding him exquisitely with the clash between his growing desire and wanting to do right by you. No woman since those green high school days had resisted his advances quite the way you had continued to; since college he had easily had his way with many, confident in his charm and good looks and—frankly--skills. Stephen knew the time was coming soon when you would succumb to a need equal to his own. But the wait could be excruciating at times, even though he knew how worth it, it was going to be.

Inevitably, he’d had you pressed into the crook of the sofa, trailing his lips along your jawline and onto the delicate landscape of your throat. You were humming softly as you nested your fingers in his hair--which he had learned early on was one of your key encouragements—soon surrendering to him your sweetest sighs. So that he went on to undo the top few buttons of your blouse and slip one hand inside to cup your lace covered breast, stroking his thumb across your nipple and raising it to the most perfect little peak. His mouth watering from wanting to taste it; from wanting to feel its texture when he swirled his tongue against it. You had gasped in reply, arching yourself into his hand.

“Ohhhhhh, Stephen…” you had sighed, thrilling him with the subtle roll of your hips. Maybe tonight, he’d been thinking. Maybe tonight…at last. His jeans had grown far too tight across his crotch to be comfortable.

“I missed you soooooooooo much while you were gone, darling,” you crooned in confession, “I even felt that way in my dreams…”

“Oh, my poor baby,” he smirked upon the tender skin at the base of your throat, dropping his free hand between you to unfasten your remaining buttons, so to lay his palm on the smooth, heated skin beneath your ribs. Enthralled by how much of your delicate frame his large hand could encompass. “I’m here now, baby—tell me what you need, and it’s yours.”

You had shivered at his touch, sliding your fingers from his hair and onto his shoulders. Enough of a change to tell him the dynamic had shifted to something else, even before you husked, “Not yet, Stephen…I’m not quite ready for that yet.” The regret in your voice was surely equal to his own, as he envisioned yet another night alone in his bed aching to have you with him. He had vowed to be patient and understanding when you had explained to him that your way was to take things slowly. Honoring that vow had been challenging at times, but never more so than in that particular moment. Making it all the more important for him to prove how much he cared for and respected you. “I’m sorry, darling,” you had whispered, “I’m just not…there…yet.”

His baser self wanted to point out that your body was telling him differently—and the man he was years ago probably would have. But his heart asserted itself, urging him to a gentle reply, while he withdrew his hands from their denied quest. “I know, Y/N…I know.” He left a quiet, chaste kiss on the side of your neck before he sat up, inadvertently grunting at the uncomfortable snugness of his jeans. Stephen closed his eyes and took a slow, deep breath, seeking the calm he needed to still the hungry call of his hormones. Opening his eyes, he found you had sat up and were shakily buttoning your blouse.

Your woeful eyes met his and you gifted him with a small, sweet smile. The kind that always felt like you were unintentionally piercing his heart, somehow making it yours. Forever. You laid your hand on his, its perfect warmth soothing against his scars. “You’re the most remarkable man I’ve ever known, Stephen Strange. I swear, it won’t be much longer now…” You hesitated a moment, considering the immensity of your next admission; he watched the flicker of uncertainty on your face turn into soft resolve. “…because…because I’ve fallen quite in love with you. So, I know I won’t be able to hold out much longer.”

Stephen felt like his heart had skipped a few beats as he gazed at your lovely features and the truth that he read there. When you raised his hand and brushed your lips across his knuckles, he thought he might melt right into the sofa cushions. He blinked and his throat clicked and he found he couldn’t resist his next words. “Stay with me tonight.” Not a question, nor even a request. Just a simple statement of what he needed. What he wanted most, beyond the physical gratification that remained delayed.

Your brow had furrowed, for you misunderstood his intent. “Stephen, please…didn’t I just make it clear…”

“You did…you absolutely did…” His words tumbled out in a rush to make you understand. “I know. You want to wait until…”

“Until I’m sure that what we have is more than…than this,” you reiterated.

Stephen nodded and smiled, secure in the knowledge that the two of you were already so much more than…this. “I know, honey.” He cupped his free hand against your cheek, threading the tips of his fingers in your beautifully mussed hair. “But tonight, all I want is to hold you while you sleep. To dream of what lies ahead for us while you dream by my side.” Your face had dawned with sweet understanding. “I want to wake up to your sleepy eyes and pretty smile.” He had grinned and added, “Above the covers, and fully clothed. Because I just want…you.” Your eyes had shone as you nestled your cheek against his palm. “My beautiful angel baby,” he had hailed you. “My best, and only, girl.”

The blush you had worn was beguiling, as you surprised him by rising to your feet, taking both his hands in yours. “Well then,” you had smiled, looking like you’d just won a long-coveted prize as you led the way to his bedroom, “What are we waiting for, magic man? Our dreams needn’t wait any longer to be fulfilled.”

And as it turned out the covers were thrown back without further hesitation—and every stitch of clothing on the both of you, ended up crumpled upon the floor.

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Stephen would never forget the exquisite, intimate beauty of the way you had trembled for him that first time. In anticipation. With keen desire. And with a sort of genuine, quiet innocence that belied your experience with lovers in your past. As though this first time together was your true first time, and that this page of your life had been intentionally left unmarked, for him alone to write upon. It had made for a heady, potent aphrodisiac, and since that night, he hadn't been able to get enough of you. The two of you had made great progress since, writing it together, page by glorious page--and if Life remained merciful, Stephen planned to see volumes more written, before such a book ever closed.

You had seemed to him supremely confident in your choice, no quarter given for second thoughts. Trembling and still blushing prettily. Stephen recalled that this was the night he first learned how deeply you could blush, and how amidst the passion it colored your flesh from just above the swell of your ripe breasts, spreading up your dainty neck to finally meet the flame in your cheeks. He had quickly come to covet that natural blush, the flush which he had summoned—and even on that first night, he had understood that going forward, he wanted you to only ever wear it for him.

Standing beside his bed, he held off a moment more, happy to just drink in your quiet radiance. ‘quite in love with you’, you had freely admitted. Surely it was more than he ever deserved. He cupped your face in his palm, his eyes gone narrow as he memorized every detail of this moment. “Are you sure about this, Y/N?”

Your smile was bemused, your hands light upon his shoulders, “Never more sure about anything in my life, darling.” You had then slipped your forearms around his neck, rising up on your toes to reach his lips. Kissing him slowly and thoroughly, as though you had all the time in the world. Moaning into his mouth as you gave over to his lead and the patient play of his tongue upon yours. Stephen steadied you with his hands on your waist so that you pressed you body to his, trusting in his support to bear you up, while he hunched over enough so that you could go flat-footed.

He surprised himself with his patience, satisfied for the while to dwell in the connection of deep, deep kisses—perhaps because he knew that you needed no further persuasion to give in to mutual desire. Stephen felt the rapid beat of your heart, even through the layers of fabric between his skin and yours. Slowly, he slid his hands along your hips, then smoothed them down to cup your bottom. You gasped amid the kiss, but then tightened your arms around his neck.

When your lips finally parted, warm and tingling, you took a single step back, just to have room enough to unbutton your blouse. Keeping your eyes on his face and a knowing smile upon your mouth, you let it drop to the floor. He had hummed appreciatively to see you encased in dusky pink lace, his mouth instantly watering at the reveal of a strawberry mole at the top edge of the left cup. Stephen knew he’d be tasting it soon; tasting all of your flawless, creamy skin, and likely marking it—should you allow him—with the purplish bruises of his eager affection.

“I want to feel your skin on mine, Stephen,” you had panted. “Your warmth…and your strength, and…” Your voice had cracked, and your eyes had shone with the gloss of wondrous tears, “…and your goodness…”

Stephen had barely nodded, eyes riveted to your face--so soft with your longing for him—and goosebumps cascaded across his skin while he wondered what he had done at any point in his life, to have become the subject of such tenderness. He tugged his shirt off over his head, discarding it at your feet.

You blinked and a few tears clung to your lashes as you stepped back into to him. Your mouth dropped open slightly, in clear awe while you reached a trembling hand to his chest. Stephen couldn’t bring himself to break the reverent silence of the moment, though his mind was whispering angel…baby…mine. Your first touch on his bare skin was an electric thrill, piquing his need for you. Making him want you with every cell of his body.

Once again, you initiated the kiss, but this time he couldn’t be patient, pulling you to him greedily, practically devouring your tender lips, your dulcet mouth, your very essence. Stephen cradled your face in his hands, gentle despite his desperation, and as though to let go might make this sublime interlude as insubstantial as a dream. He couldn’t have borne that, for it had been far too long since he’d had anyone present such a sweet offering—let alone the miracle you were turning out to be.

Along with the astonishing miracle that you wanted to be his as much as he needed you to be.

Eventually, you both needed to come up for full gasps of air, but still he held on, opening his eyes to see if you were well. His fervor had swollen your lips and painted your features with a pure and beautiful vulnerability. Stephen felt compelled to offer assurance of his sincerity. “I want to do right by you, Y/N. I want be patient and give you everything you deserve. And I don’t want to screw this up.”

Possessed of woman’s mellow wisdom, you answered with a small, soft smile. “Stephen, it’s all going to be…wonderful,” you sighed, “For the both of us. I know it in my bones. Have known it from the first time you kissed me…”

A flicker of skepticism—remnant of the man he used to be, especially in the face of such romantic notions—must have crossed his face. But you had the answer for that as well.

You slid your hand from where it rested just below his collarbone, down over his heart, with your fingertips landing on the white ridge of the scar from his first battle injury. In due time, you would require of him the story of every scar he wore; you would learn them and love them as the map of his service in protection of Earth. Now was much simpler. “Just trust what’s in here,” you advised him patiently. “Let that guide you, darling. I couldn’t hope for more than what you’ll give me, if it’s coming from your heart.”

Stephen covered your hand with one of his own, and then brought it to his lips and kissed your fingertips a time or two. Still holding your hand, he sat on the edge of the bed and perched you on his thigh, so that your legs fell between his. “Are you comfortable, baby,” he asked, tucking a few wayward strands of your hair behind your ear, while you softly acquiesced. “Good,” he had rumbled, noting how wide your pupils had blown. Utterly enticing. “I wanna go slow, honey. Slow and…easy.” You had given a quick gasp when he ran his index finger along the edge of one cup. “I wanna show you everything you are to me.” Stephen tucked his head in the crook of you neck, breathing his warmth and desire on your unblemished skin. Husking against your ear, “I’m gonna love you, baby—the whole, long night through…”

You had shivered for him, slipping your arm around his shoulders. “Yes…yes, pleeeease,” you sighed, tilting your head a bit to invite his kisses onto your throat. Sighing his name as his lips wended their way upon that delicate expanse, while he cupped your shoulder in his hand. Reaching the hollow of your throat, Stephen lingered there as he stretched that hand behind your back to unhook your bra, then returned to lower the straps holding the lace in place. You had arched into his hand the moment the fabric fell away and his thumb teased insistently upon your ripened bud. Just that little bit of intimate contact had him hard as a rail, so that he squirmed a bit to find a less confining position.

As Stephen had envisioned, he brushed his lips on that strawberry mole and then circled it with the tip of his tongue before sucking the skin. Mine…all mine to cherish, he was thinking as he left that first love bruise upon your sweet, compliant flesh. Mine, his mind repeated over and over, at the texture of your pert nipple on his tongue when he drew it deep into his mouth. Now you squirmed on his lap, and he couldn’t help but answer by releasing your plump breast so that he could ruck up you skirt and tuck his fingers between your thighs. The heat there was luscious, and the damp of your panties against the edge of his hand, intoxicating. Already better than the fantasies he’d created of how this first time would be.

Slow and easy wins the race, man, he kept telling himself, exploring the firm, full swell of your breasts with his lips, nuzzling your skin while breathing in your soft responses, and carefully taking each tight nipple between his teeth to flick at with his tongue before laving the flat of it upon each in turn. Losing himself in the rising heat of your flesh, inhaling the pale, citrusy scent embedded in your skin. Your soft little moans only the beginning of the sounds he hoped to draw from you this night.

Stephen traced his lips back up to the slender column of your neck, leaving a love bite where it sloped into your shoulder before planting tender kisses around your pulse point and up to just beneath your ear. “I’m gonna lay you down now, baby, okay,” he breathed, nipping softly on your earlobe.

You had drawn a stuttering breath at that fleeting sensation, then whispered, “Yes, darling…whatever you want…” Adding as he guided you onto your back, “I want what you want, Stephen…for however long you’ll want me…”.

Christ, this all feels so right, baby—makes me think that’ll be forever. Stephen believed it would be too much to say so aloud, though his heart had already accepted that notion as his truth. He stood up, beguiled at his first full sight of your fulsome breasts, the flat plain of your abdomen, and the gentle curve of your waist. And then at the invitation of you laying both arms above your head. Your eyes half-lidded, your smile an echo of that invitation. Wanting you became needing you in that brief passage of time—and then needing you became the beat of the heart he now gladly surrendered.

Stephen’s hands—normally subject to a constant, low-level ache, which could intensify to a sharp, relentless, grinding pain when he used them beyond his limited capacity—felt an ache unlike any other since his accident. An ache to touch every inch of you, to use them to explore your body and the secrets it housed. And by his touch, to spoil you with pleasure, to claim you as his, to thoroughly possess every sigh and cry and moan you would offer up in exchange for the bliss he would joyfully deliver. But first they flew to the button and zipper on his jeans, the need to free his erection from its snug confinement the most pressing need of all. Stephen swiftly shucked them down to pool at his feet, stepped out of them, and then joined you on the bed.

You smiled and hummed softly as his face hovered above yours and he laid his hand against the side of your neck, stroking along your cheekbone with his thumb. In a rare flash of impatience, you pulled him atop you, raising your face and eagerly capturing his lips, accepting the commanding thrust of his tongue into your mouth, suckling upon it with such a passionate immediacy that he felt the bliss of it as an electric thrill spread from his solar plexus to the root of his cock straight up to the weeping tip. Stephen couldn’t stop himself rocking his hips into yours; it felt too damn good to resist. Oh, but he wanted to see to you first!

Pulling away from the seduction of your soulful kiss, Stephen breathed hard and then dived down to kiss your throat, weaving a trail of hot, sloppy kisses down to the gorgeous blush of your decolletage, and then onto your breasts. Lavishing his focus on each nipple by mouth and tongue, drawing those delicious peaks as deeply as he could into his mouth while rolling the other in his fingertips. Your fingers rooted into his hair, holding him in place as you arched up into his hungry attention. The searing heat of your flesh against his, your body in tune with what he wanted of you, the soft music of your sighs in counterpoint to the thumping of his heart—were all nearly too much for him, having been years now, without having a woman this way, let alone how perfectly willing you were to follow his bidding.

Stephen had to slow down before he literally tore through the clothing still covering your sex. He rolled onto his side, aligning himself along your body, laying his hand across the flat of your belly. You blinked in confusion, running your hand onto his to guide it back to your breast. “Please don’t stop,” your implore betraying tinges of desperation. “Stephen…please…”

“Oh, Y/N, I won’t,” he crooned tenderly, “I promise. I just want to look at you, angel baby…you’re like a dream come true, and I want to savor every moment of you…”

You bit your lip and smirked prettily. “Shameless flatterer,” you proclaimed, though Stephen knew his reply had pleased you.

“Maybe so,” he answered, kissing the end of your nose and between your brows, before resting his forehead on yours, “But I’m also the man who wants to please you as no other man has ever done before.”

“All the more reason not to stop, darling,” you had purred, then added with a taste of a growl to your voice, “You need to do me, Stephen…do me well.”

“As you wish, kitten,” he had granted, nuzzling your hair. Enjoying your surprised but pleased little gasp at his newest endearment. Stephen remained on his side, mesmerized by even the smallest change to the expression on your face as he dragged his fingers down your sternum, beneath your ribs, and then across the narrow span of your hips. Attuned to the depths of your sighs and the timbre and duration of your moans as he teased your skin with swirls of his fingertips, discovering where you were ticklish and storing that knowledge away for future use. When he finally reached the elastic waist of your skirt, you were already lifting your hips in anticipation of him sliding it off you, even before he suggested, “Let’s get rid of this pesky thing, shall we baby?” Baby mine. Stephen tugged down one side while you pushed down the other, far enough so that he could pull it past your knees, and off. “That’s better, now, isn’t it, honey?” You nodded and snuggled your shoulders into the mattress.

And now comes the really good stuff, he’d been thinking, watching the anticipatory roll of your hips and laying his hand on the lace still covering your mound. Taking ownership of that which he craved, with honeyed words. “My pretty, pretty baby…my sweet, sweet girl…” Stephen hailed you in a voice deep with velvet desire, finally tucking his fingers between your thighs and finding exactly what he expected. “Oooooooo- are you wet for me, baby? Wet enough for me to fuck?”

You moaned deliciously at that word, a novelty falling from his lips—for Stephen had always respected your sensibilities and refrained as best he could from cursing in your presence. You answered by squeezing your thighs around his long fingers and rubbing yourself against them. “I know what you want, baby. I’ve got what you need. But I wanna hear you say it…can you say it for me?”

Straining against his fingers, you nodded, the words bursting free beyond any propriety. “I’m so wet for you, darling. Wet and so ready…oh gawd, Stephen…can’t you just fuck me…please?”

He hissed in surprise and satisfaction. You were coming undone and he hadn’t even broached you yet. Stephen ground the heel of his hand where you were most sensitive, enjoying your sharp gasp and how you moved beneath it, and then dragged his hand up to glide it beneath the waistband of your panties. Fully cupping your sex in his large, powerful hand, using his thumb to rub hard circles against your clit, while his long fingers stroked the length of the moist folds of your labia. Slowly downward to linger at your opening, and then back up again. He laid his lips against your ear, “Do you like this, baby?”

“Uh-huh…” you nodded, breathy and enrapt in his exploration, crooking your knees to open yourself more fully to him, and undulating your pelvis in sync with his strokes. He couldn’t tear his eyes from your face; you had tilted your head back as though offering up to him the lovely curve of your throat, while your mouth had fallen open as you panted quiet sounds of pleasure. Your hair lay spread out like a soft, dark halo upon his pillow. You had laid your hand on his forearm as he fondled you, echoing his patient touch with light caresses running from his elbow to his wrist.

The urge to slip his fingers past your portal was getting harder to resist. “Open your eyes, Y/N,” Stephen directed, eagerness edging his voice, “And keep them on mine…”

You had obeyed without hesitation, blinking several times as you trained your drowsy focus on him. “Veeeeery good, angel baby. Oh, so good…” Your small smile reflected pure trust and affection. “Gonna take care of you now, honey…and I wanna watch you while I do…”

Your eyes widened and you arched your torso, but didn’t break eye contact for even a second, when Stephen pushed two slickened fingertips just inside your cunt. You breathed out hard, fighting the urge to shut your eyes as he had decreed, your mouth gone slack around a husky moan. Though greedy for a deeper trespass, Stephen waited for your go ahead. A simple nod as you slid your palm onto the back of his hand, was enough to urge him to continue to the full length of his fingers. You sighed relief and your eyes fluttered halfway closed as he began treating you to deep, slow pumps, meeting each with a thrust of your hips, your walls clenching around his digits, reluctantly releasing them each time he withdrew.

His thumb became relentless, working your sweet, engorged nub, the thrust of your hips begging him to bring you to release. Christ, how his mouth watered to taste your every sinful secret, to make you shout his name as he forced you to cum hard, his need to learn your flavor overwhelming him, forcing him to pull his fingers from their hot, wet sheath for a perfect taste. “Stephen, please,” you whimpered, raising your head off the pillow, needy and disappointed that he had stopped so suddenly, and just short of the prize—until your eyes went wide watching lick his fingers clean your slick coating them. He smiled around those fingers wickedly, making you drop your head back with a deep-throated groan.

Your body was taut and inviting, quivering and ready, and Stephen wanted your every cell to feel his gift of this first bliss. His long, deft fingers found their home again, but this time he crooked them to reach that spongy textured, mass of nerves which he knew would set you off like a crescendo of fireworks. Your pants turned to heady gasps as he worked you to the tipping point, unable to keep himself from grinding his aching erection against your hip as your walls spasmed around his fingers in the gorgeous throes of your climax and a gush of hot fluid leaked onto his hand and the bedsheet. “There’s my baby...my precious girl,” he praised you, enthralled at finding your beauty in that moment pure, unvarnished, and for his eyes alone.

Stephen watched, as your euphoria crested, leaving you lost to any awareness but the waves of pleasure he had conjured by his loving touch alone. He throbbed—throbbed hard--for an equal share of such ecstasy but felt a patience unlike any with lovers from his past. Knowing this night, the love you had confessed would seek profound expression, giving him everything he’d been aching for from the first kiss you had shared.

He waited until your body fully relaxed before gently sliding his fingers away, biting his lip at the little mewl of disappointment you gave for such an untethering. You released a long sigh as you opened your eyes, seeking his immediately, and purring your satisfaction. “You really are a magic man, aren’t you? Was that something they taught you back in Kathmandu?” You pressed your palm against his cheek, stroking along his cheekbone, smiling dreamily.

He chuckled and turned his face enough to kiss your palm. “Nope,” he answered with a pop of the ‘p’, “It’s something I’ve dabbled with for decades—but until you, I hadn’t ever seen it reach its full potential.”

You had pressed you lips together pertly, giving a little nod. “If you say so, darling.” You ran your thumb across his slightly parted lips. “So- what’s a girl to do to show her…appreciation…for such an amazing skill set?”

Stephen had thought to give a cheeky reply, but his words fell short as you snaked your free hand between your hip and his groan, sliding your hand beneath his briefs. His turn to gasp as your soft, cool flesh met his hot, rock-hard shaft. Surprise flickered across your face as you finally reckoned his true length and girth, and you breathed out a long ‘ooooooooooooo’. Your eyes had darkened with renewed lust while you turned onto your side to face him. “Okay…” Your voice was breathy while you threaded your fingers through the white of his hair. “Alright then…” you continued, pressing your body to his as you wrapped your hand firmly around the base of his cock. “I think...mmmmm…I think I’ve got exactly what you need…”

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*Spoiler alerts ahead for the 2nd half of Season 26*

(Side note: I've pretty much covered my thoughts on the first half in separate posts on my blog throughout the season, so I'll just put my 2nd half thoughts in one long post😄)

So how about that surprise unhooded Kenny moment as well as some surprise screentime for him in last week's "Dikinbaus Hot Dogs"??🌭 And on his birthday too, no less!😎🎂 And god, there were so many great callbacks in this episode: the Daryl Weathers appearance had me in stitches with the return of the "They Took Er Jerbs!" running gag, as well as getting to see the return of the "Aaaaaand it's gone" bank teller and that confirmation that Stephen Stotch is still up to his old NSFW habits from "Butters' Very Own Episode"! But even better was the satisfying win for Butters and Liane at the end! Cartman got exactly the comeuppance he deserved!👏👏

We also got to experience a modern day Cyrano with "Deep Learning" and the rise in AI technology. It's pretty scary how far the advances in AI have come and how concerning it is in terms of cheating, art theft, and missing out on the true human connection and being supportive during some really heavy conversations like what happened to Wendy when she was 6. However, like Mr. Garrison, I believe AI could help Hollywood churn out more original ideas😄

Speaking of Garrison, I'm also happy we got to see more of him and Rick this season, but Rick (and Wendy) deserves so much better! Although I found the ending of "Spring Break" to be so sweet, and the funniest part was the "I Love Rick!" scene and the crowd chanting it as they're storming the Capitol and over the live footage!😂 The "Well, I guess we'll just have to see what happens" is a clever little metaphorical nod to Trump's fate, especially with his facing possible indictment, for the next election.

It may be a wrap on Season 26, but we still have the 2 new Exclusive Events to look forward to this year (I DO consider the events part of the season anyway😉) and I can't wait!!😁

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TOP SHOWS PART ONE

Okay here’s a list of my top shows, in no particular order, based on rewatchability, acting, cinematography, writing, surprising moments, and overall season by season/series satisfaction

HEARTSTOPPER

Perfect 10/10 A+ emotional fluff serotonin producing GORGEOUSNESS. The casting, writing, directing, acting, music choices, cinematography, and impact could not be improved in any way. I cannot wait for s02!! Queer joy forever 💖💖💖 Nick and Charlie are my children now and need to be protected at all costs.

SENSE8

One of the most unique, stunning, surprising, and satisfying shows I’ve ever seen. A+ 10/10 would not change anything (except how it got cancelled, fuck off Netflix). ALSO QUEER JOY FOREVER 💕💕💕💕 The Wachowskis are goddesses of film making sorry it’s true I don’t make the rules.

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER

It’s kickass, it’s groundbreaking, it’s funny, it’s campy, it’s sad, and the 90s fashions are ON FUCKING POINT. It’s a classic for a goddamn reason okay??? For a show about supernatural beings it manages to be one of the most human and relatable things I’ve ever watched.

PEAKY BLINDERS

A show about working class gangsters with a Roma background set in Birmingham England right after WWI?? YES PLEASE. Amazing acting and costume design and a whole lot of ‘what the fuck just happened?!’ moments. Come for Cillian Murphy as Tommy Shelby, stay for Helen McRory as Aunt Polly. Cause she’s a baddaassssss.

LEVERAGE

Found family found family found family!! A show that manages to take 5 main characters on arcs that end in better places than they started, which is so so refreshing. Incredible acting, and plots that manage to combine humor and gut punches with a slight hint of camp (aka my happy place). Added bonus for calling out capitalism and corruption without seeming too overbearing. 10/10 A+ no notes.

BLACK SAILS

Technically it’s a prequel to Treasure Island set during the Golden Age of Piracy; realistically it’s a hell of a lot more surprising, heartbreaking, and GAY than that. Another show that manages to make you go ‘what the fuck?!’ at every turn. A+ costumes and cinematography. And the characters themselves are so complex and intriguing; they’re angry and defiant and have a relatable ‘we’re gonna lose this war but we WILL make it an end to remember’ energy. Also Toby Stephens as Captain Flint. I mean. GODDAMN.

BONES

Probably the most ‘normal’ show on this list but like. IT IS SO GOOODDDD. The cases are well done, the cast of characters is interesting, the music is on point and so poignant, and the finale is satisfying. Do they have some misses along the way? Yeah for sure. It ran for 11 seasons it’s not really a surprise there were some problems. But they also had great representation for an early 2000s show (Cam, a black woman, running the lab, Angela being bisexual), great plot arcs, and some of the best individual television episodes I’ve ever seen (Gravedigger anyone? Judas on a Pole?) Plus these 2. I just love them so much.

AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER

Where do I even start with this one? Cool world building? Check. Awesome animation and design? Check. A wide variety of characters, especially nuanced and non stereotypical female ones? Absolutely! ATLA will make you laugh, cry, and think about the world, all in one episode. Then there’s Zuko. His arc is just one of the best examples of character growth ever seen on TV. I love this show as much as the cabbage merchant loves his cabbages. 10/10 A+.

NORTH AND SOUTH (BBC)

If you love period dramas but are sick of shows that focus exclusively on upper crust rich people problems, watch this 2004 mini series. It’s based on an 1850s novel by Elizabeth Gaskell and follows the story of a girl who grew up in the countryside in the south of England but then moves to the grittier, darker, more industrial north. There’s in your face poverty, worker’s strikes, political upheaval and a whole lot more. It’s fabulous. Brendan Coyle and Richard Armitage star and let me tell you, RICHARD IS IMMACULATE. It also features the BEST ONSCREEN KISS OF ALL TIME I MEAN JFC LOOK AT THAT JAWLINE I AM DEAD.

BROOKLYN 99

Aaaaahhhhh this show!! It’s diverse, it’s poignant, it’s clever, it laughs at toxic masculinity, it’s quotable af, it’s a sitcom that proves you don’t have to be an asshole to be hilarious. The ensemble is lovable, the relationships are on point and oh, did I mention it’s HELLA QUEER? 10/10 everyone go watch.

HONORABLE MENTIONS

Doctor Who

I love particular seasons of it but not every doctor or season soooo I can’t really say it’s a favorite all time overall show. Ninth and Tenth Doctor tho? THOSE ARE MY BOYS.

Merlin

I know I know I know - how is it not a top show when 60% of my blog is Merthur? Idk man. I’ve only watched it once and I really like to live in the fic universe more. Sorry. Maybe I’ll do a rewatch and my feelings will change but until then…🤷🏻‍♀️ I still love you Colin and Bradleyyyyyy.

Good Omens

Another show that I’ve only watched once. I absolutely ADORE the Aziraphale and Crowley dynamic but I don’t really care about the rest of the show or characters? So I can get all the ineffable spouses cuteness I need from fic. I am looking forward to s02 though!

The White Queen

Based on a Philippa Gregory novel, this is another Tudoresque historical drama telling the story of Elizabeth Woodville and the Wars of the Roses. The acting is really good and the pacing well done. I’ve watched it a few times and really enjoyed it.

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mianmimi · 1 year

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Random Earth 838 omegaverse headcanon: Omega Mordo wears more layers than necessary and when Alpha Stephen tells him he doesn’t need to do that he goes “baring my bondmark/scent gland like some sort of floozy??” He’s traditional like that lol, calls Stephen “my alpha” as a petname and enjoys the role of a traditional omega. Even though they’re both aware that Mordo’s more than capable on his own, Stephen loves to be the typical chivalrous protective alpha for his omega ❤️

Hello dear Nonny! I know this ask has been here forever and a day. I was writing a little drabble for it 🙈 I’m sorry for the delay. Also sorry for how the drabble kinda goes off the rails a bit at the end 😆 Enjoy ♥️ And I’m also sorry cause it’s not the best of my attempts, got a lot on my mind recently 😞 But I’m trying.

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“Don’t you think that’s a bit excessive?”

Stephen watched from the bed, his gaze filled with soft amusement as Karl readied himself before a grand mirror.

“Not at all,” Karl said. He adjusted his regalia, soothing the faint creases on his thick emerald collar. He looked at the reflection, first of himself, then of his lover. Stephen was casually laying on their bed, peppered hair a mess, with a smile melting through his face with such genuine sweetness it made Karl’s belly flutter.

“No one here minds,” Stephen’s deep voice drew out his sleepy words. “It’s New York. Omegas expose their bondmarks as much as their faces. You know some cultures even encourage it.”

“And that's wonderful,” Karl said. “But it isn’t part of my culture.”

The omega turned to face his alpha, hands threading through his locks to secure the jewlery that fell off that past night.

“I won’t have anyone else knowing my scent,” Mordo approached Stephen, his steps solid and graceful. He cupped Stephen’s cheek gently, the soft palm warming at the smile that met it.

“Oh? Supreme privileges?” Stephen teased. “Is that written in the bylaws somewhere?”

Karl’s face eased. Years ago his family would have readily arranged that for him, matching him with nothing less than a master or a supreme. Romance was a happy surprise if you found it in a marriage, but it certainly wasn’t needed. It was enough for an alpha to protect and provide. And gods if you were truly fortunate, your alpha might even respect you. All those things and more he believed, accepted, and expected.

Until he met the mess of a man known as Stephen Strange, a man who opened his eyes to the possibility of love beyond a marriage contract or a bond.

“Supremes can change,” Karl said. “You could lose your title, your rank, and all those privileges you adore. But you act like it’s guaranteed to you forever. All it takes is one poor choice and you can lose it.”

“Not happening,” Stephen said. “Not to me.”

“Why? Afraid someone will take what’s yours?” Karl asked.

“The things that matter, yes.” Stephen said. He lifted Karl’s palm and kissed it gently. The omega allowed it before slipping away from him. And just as he predicted, Stephen leaned in to keep their contact.

“You don’t look so sleepy anymore,” Karl said, stepping away from the bed. “Hurry up and get ready. It isn’t proper for the Sorcerer Supreme to be late.”

His doe eyes brightened, satisfied when Stephen at last swung his legs on the side of the bed and stood with a stretch. By the time he stepped out he would look as he should, nothing less than the regal Supreme. But for now he was simply an alpha shaking off his sleep.

“Let them wait,” Stephen said, throwing his hand up lightly. “They can wait. I said so. Supreme privileges.”

“Well someone has to tell them you decided to sleep in. Might as well be me, as your omega and representative,” Karl said.

“I really wish you would stop that,” Stephen sighed. “You’re not my assistant. I know it’s tradition but you don’t have to speak for me.”

“I insist. Now can you check my collar? Is it high up enough?” Karl asked, turning so Stephen could see his nape.

The omega’s lips fell open when he felt Stephen’s finger gently brushing the bond mark. How the alpha got behind him that quickly amazed Karl for a moment. Stephen hovered gently over him, the warm breath descending into a gentle kiss on the scarred skin.

Karl gave a soft moan of approval as Stephen kissed the mark, scenting him for good measure. Then the fabric of the collar came over the mark, sealing it away, and Karl’s heart was at ease knowing the only eyes to see it would be his alpha’s.

“Much better,” Stephen said as Mordo turned around once more to face him. “Are you sure we can’t stay a little longer? There are other places beneath your robes that I would very much like to kiss.”

“My Stephen,” Karl teased. “Ever generous with your affections if it keeps everyone else waiting,”

The alpha lifted his hand to cup the back of Karl’s neck, intending to kiss his omega properly, but as he did Karl’s smile faded.

“Stephen…what’s this?”

“What?”

“Your hand.”

Stephen quickly stepped away, narrowly avoiding Karl’s own attempt to grab his hand to inspect it. He silently casted a spell over the darkness spreading down his fingers, a stronger glamor than the ones he used before.

“Undo the glamor,” Karl demanded, his tone completely different from before. “I want to see.”

“It’s just the spell to stabilize my hands,” Stephen said. “I just forgot to complete the series of maintenance spells for my injuries. I haven’t been sleeping well for days-”

“You think I haven’t noticed that?” Karl asked. There was tightness within the calm of his voice, “Do you also think I don’t notice when you hide away from me and our children to attend meetings that don’t happen?”

Stephen sighed and shook out his hands, lifting them so Karl could see. The omega held them, carefully inspecting the glamor. The alpha felt his chest crunching with unease, counting the layers of spells Karl was peeling through before he finally pulled away.

Any deeper and he would have been found out.

“Whatever it is you suspect, it’s not true,” Stephen said. He looked at his hands. They were scared and pale, but free from marks of forbidden magic. “It’s nothing worth worrying about. Believe me. A little rest will solve it. I just need to remember those spells to hide my injuries from before. I can handle this.”

“That’s what you always say,” Karl said. “Right before I’m proven right.”

“Karl-“

“I want to be wrong Stephen. About my suspicions, and what my intuition is telling me.”

Even in his anger Karl remained composed, measuring the force of his voice carefully. It was more terrifying to Stephen than outright blind rage.

“And what exactly does your intuition tell you?” Stephen asked.

“That you’re keeping secrets from me,” Karl said. His voice was soft yet broken.

“I trust you with my life,” Stephen’s words were like a plea.

“But not your secrets.”

Stephen shook his head at those words. He pulled his omega close, scenting him gently, trying to dispel the storm gathering between them.

“It’s nothing for you to worry about it.”

“Then why the glamor? Why the sudden meetings with no one? What can’t you share with me that you readily share with your colleagues? Or is it all part of your Sorcerer Supreme privileges?”

Karl’s body was tense, shifting away from Stephen’s touch. Stephen kept his arms around his omega, for the first time scared of letting him go.

“I want to know how to help you,” Karl said. “Why won’t you let me help you?”

“Because you’re my mate. You have so much already to think of and attend to. I don’t want to add another burden-”

“Supporting you was never a burden Stephen,” Karl said. “Because I love you. And I have never given you any chance to doubt that. But how am I good enough to be your mate but not good enough to be your confidant?”

“Karl,” Stephen sighed and looked at him with eyes that begged. “I just need you to trust me. Please.”

Karl stared at him, his warm brown eyes melting at the sight of his alpha pleading. He put aside himself, as he endlessly did, and embraced his Supreme.

“My trust, just like everything else of mine, is yours,” Karl said. “And I just hope that one day you can look me in the eyes and say the same.”

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Frances Tiafoe Meets Stephen Curry At NBA Japan Video games | ATP Tour

Tennis isn’t the one sporting attraction round Tokyo this weekend. Whereas the 2022 Rakuten Japan Open Tennis Championships are underway with qualifying motion, the NBA Japan Video games are additionally happening close by in Japan. The Golden State Warriors — the defending NBA champions — and the Washington Wizards are competing in two preseason video games on the Saitama Tremendous Area, with the primary matchup staged on Friday night time in entrance of over 20,000 followers. Frances Tiafoe, Naomi Osaka and Alex de Minaur had been amongst these in attendance, with Tiafoe getting an opportunity to satisfy a number of the gamers earlier than the sport. The American spoke with Stephen Curry and demonstrated the reigning NBA Finals MVP’s trademark ‘Night time, Night time’ celebration, which he known as “one of many coldest cellys I’ve seen” in a Twitter put up. “I acquired to satisfy Steph Curry final night time, which was nice,” Tiafoe mentioned. “He is certainly one of my idols. Him acknowledging what he noticed and saying he is happy with me for the US Open was fairly particular. You are by no means going to neglect issues like that.” Needed to one of many coldest cellys I’ve seen https://t.co/3W3Zw0bu8X — Frances Tiafoe (@FTiafoe) September 30, 2022 Tiafoe, who helps the Wizards as his native group, was even on the court docket for warm-ups, dropping assists throughout taking pictures observe. “It was actually cool, particularly being from D.C. and the Washington Wizards taking part in… and them displaying love all through the sport” he added. “Simply messing round with the blokes, throwing some dimes. It is simply enjoyable being round them. I feel it is good for them, too. A bit of completely different, a breath of recent air.” Tiafoe additionally plans to attend the second exhibition recreation between the 2 groups on Sunday. The assist goes each methods, as Wizards star Bradley Beal was seen in his participant field throughout his run to the US Open semi-finals. Tiafoe has additionally been utilizing basketball for cross-training, understanding with the Wizards workers for a enjoyable technique to work on his health and not too long ago visiting the group’s observe facility through the NBA’s preseason. At Friday’s recreation, Tiafoe additionally met Klay Thompson, Andre Iguodala, Shaun Livingston and NBA Deputy Commissioner and Chief Working Officer Mark Tatum. He was even proven on the world’s massive display screen, receiving a rousing reception. The American has additionally been a particular visitor at a New York Mets recreation and a Maryland soccer recreation since his career-best run to the US Open semi-finals — a consequence he adopted with a title-clinching efficiency for Workforce World at Laver Cup. A well-established fan favorite on the ATP Tour, Tiafoe’s fame is now crossing over into the overall inhabitants. “Because the Open, I feel you possibly can say I really feel like a star, interval,” he mentioned, trying again on what he known as “a loopy month and alter”. “It is undoubtedly completely different being dwelling, and seeing a bunch of individuals reacting, and New York, and clearly yesterday,” he added. “However that is the place you wish to be. That is why you’re employed onerous and simply attempt to encourage lots of people. However I’ve nonetheless acquired much more to present on this recreation so I will hold going.” Tiafoe is seeded fourth within the Tokyo singles draw, and can face Japanese wild card Yasutaka Uchiyama on the opening spherical. The American will even compete with De Minaur within the doubles competitors. Originally published at Sacramento News Journal

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valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn · 2 years

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So... spoilery review of MoM after the cut (and you know me, it's going to get long).

I have like a thousand thoughts about this movie. My main concern was Stephen's characterization and that was fine, I liked it and they didn't ruin it which leaves me satisfied. But everything else? It felt like a punch in the gut.

So I have a lot of negative thoughts but let's start with the good ones first.

The Positives

Stephen's characterizarion is fine. He's snarky, he's kind, he's brave, he's so prepared to always help and be of assistance, he's such a diva with the way he left the wedding and changed into his robes mid-air, he's sweet and amazingly selfless (and I'm tired of no one ever acknowleding that in the movies, well, except America maybe). I love him dearly - and OMG that reverence to Wong? I had a huge smile on my face when he did that, that's my boy! (Come on, tell me again how arrogant he is).

I LOVED America. Every single scene she was in, oh she's absolutely wonderful. I really hope we'll see her again because she's fantastic. Her portals opening in the form of a star was pretty cute, too.

I'm happy they kept Wong as the Sorcerer Supreme, by the way. All hail Wong!

They mentioned Donna. They did. Oh boy, they did, I'm so happy. I was expecting a flashback or something but I would have probably shed tears so it's better that way.

Regarding the Illuminati, what a waste. Easily forgotten but this is the positive part of the post so I'll just say that I loved how Charles ignored everyone and showed some faith in Stephen (about damn time someone does!) and he said the line, he said the line™! (Not to be too nitpicky here but uh, Stephen didn't stumble and he didn't lose his way either so the line doesn't really make any sense since it doesn't apply to him but I'll let that slide because I LOVE that line).

And I'm going to put this in the positive side of things because I'm petty as all hell: I saw Peggy die after she said a bunch of words that DO NOT BELONG TO HER. And it was wonderful. I (silently) clapped in fact. Yes, I hate her. And yes, I was alone and no one saw me doing it lol

I suspect Charlize is Clea, right? I'm looking forward to that. Charlize Theron and Benedict Cumberbatch? YES PLEASE.

The Negatives

I had been tagging my posts for months with "Keep Waldron away from Stephen" for a damn reason. And I was right. At least there's a silver lining to it all: he didn't ruin Loki because he hated him, he ruined Loki because Waldron is a terrible writer.

First off, I will never forgive them for healing his hands.

(So as it turns out I was wrong about his hands and they didn't fix them which makes me very happy. What I wrote in this 1st part is removed now)

Second, I knew Waldron wouldn't understand his relationship with Christine. It's one of the BEST things about DS1, that they love each other so much but know they can't be together, it works in the origin movie because they arrive at a mutual understanding together - and they still keep that love for each other no matter what happens. But of course how the hell is Michael "kiss your fucking sister" Waldron going to understand platonic love? And friendship? Of course he doesn't! They spent the whole freaking movie linking Stephen's happiness to Christine which is so damn frustrating as if he couldn't find happiness in so many other ways, with any kind of relationship, through achievements, etc.

Especially when in the end they're not going to end up together anyway! What's the point, then? If you want to explore why Stephen isn't happy then do it, go back and truly dive deep into his life because the answer is right there. They mentioned Donna, and that's fine, but what about also talking about how that hurt him, changed him, shaped him, why he doesn't have any friends not even in Kamar-Taj, to the point of going to the wedding alone, not telling Wong about it either... you want to talk about his lack of happiness? That's awesome! But why is it that the only way Waldron refers to it is through (lack of) romance?

Third, the whole damn movie I kept thinking that Wanda was going through another WandaVision and Stephen was being given the Loki treatment. Wanda has no fucking arc whatsoever, she keeps saying "my boys" every 2 minutes when at the end of her series she understood what she had done was wrong and she has never wanted to hurt people willingly! Look, I really would love a chat with Waldron to explain to him the difference between morally grey vs villain because he doesn't get it. And at the end she's killed? Oh no, worse, she kills herself?

What's the point of her wanting to travel to the multiverse to her boys when she could just create another Hex with just her and her kids? And her descend to villainy is so sudden, as well. She left Westview accepting that she had been wrong, taking responsibility for it, apologizing for it, and she left to be alone with the Darkhold. And yes I know it corrupts people (I remember AoS and Aida) but still, Wanda was NEVER a villain. And if the point they wanted to make was that the book had corrupted her they could have done it so much better.

Also, I was under the impression Wanda was a Nexus being? I'm probably wrong but I was surprised there were variants of her in the multiverse.

And speaking of variants... Stephen's variants they're all evil, on the top of being arrogant of course, we shall never forget calling him that in every movie otherwise people might forget. And that chat with the Illuminati where they were basically telling him he's a piece of shit because the Stephen of their universe did something wrong... uh so are we blaming 616 Stephen for shit the 838 Stephen had done? It's the Loki series all over again!

Fourth, Peggy freaking Carter again. Look, it's a damn insult to Steve's character that they gave her his "I can do this all day". Shame on Feige, on Marvel, on Waldron, and anyone who had a say on that. How dare you give that line to a woman who willingly hired a nazi who had tortured and ruined Bucky's life to work for Shield and the American government. How dare you take that line from a man who spent his life fighting fascism and defending civil rights and protecting the weak and give it to someone who worked with nazis. Oh and they called her the first Avenger!

Fifth and last. Queer rep, huh? Absolutely non-existent. Well, America says she had two moms, that's what Disney and Marvel call representation. It's unacceptable that America Chavez, a character who has been a huge icon for the queers, has her sexuality completely erased in this movie. Not a damn word.

No wait, there's another, sixth. Stephen can read sanskrit but I'm supposed to believe he doesn't speak nor understand Spanish? Don't make me laugh.

There's probably more I haven't mentioned but this got long enough. Overall I'll give the movie a 5/10 only for not ruining Stephen's characterization + because I love America + both Christines were absolutely wonderful + Wong is still the Sorcerer Supreme. No more than 5 because Stephen is not the centre of the story and he's sidelined for the most part, and they turned Wanda into something she's not.

And one last thing that's not related to MoM but I feel like sharing: they showed the L&T teaser and the new Avatar trailer. The latter got a higher cheer than the former. Make of that what you wish...

#doctor strange #stephen strange #multiverse of madness

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Desperate Times

Doctor Strange x OC, Angst, Demon Summoning, honestly just Strange having a hard time, semi-character study

Summary: Ellie's powers are only growing and Strange no longer knows how to control it. So, he turns to the one person in the universe who can, her father.

Prompt from @lucywrites02: You know what I would love to see? Stephen meeting Ellie's dad (was his name Damien? Daniel? Idk, I don’t like him either way). I don't know how much Stephen knows about him and about Cassandra's past in general, but I'm pretty sure he wouldn't be happy to see his girlfriend's ex asshole boyfriend. How do you think this meeting would go?

A/N: So I've been developing Damien more as a character and he's been becoming more complicated than my original posting about him here. If you'd like to know more about him, let me know! Also, for anyone who is curious, I'm face claiming Matt Smith as Damien.

Word Count: 1.4K

Strange knew deep inside it was a bad idea the moment he completed the circle.

The magical community all but unanimously agreed that summoning a demon on purpose was not a wise decision. It was also drilled into his skull that summoning a demon when you’re desperate is certifiable. The problem was, he was desperate and there was only one being he could turn to.

He stood back, opening the book he had taken from Cassandra’s collection and spoke a name.

A rush of air swirled around the enclosed room. His eyes darted to each corner of the pentagram. The lights of the candles rose higher and higher, encompassing the circle in a black smoke. A red light flashed from the cloud. For that brief moment Strange caught the outline of a figure. The light pulsed faster and faster as the form grew larger, a great ram’s head perched on top of it all. And then suddenly, the red light vanished. For a full second the black smoke clung to air before dropping like a heavy curtain.

In the center of the circle was now just a man grinning like the devil.

“Hello Doctor Strange.”

His spine straightened on instinct. He already knew there was a good chance Damien would know who he was, but a demon knowing your name was never a good place to start. It also didn’t help that he looks so…normal.

The demon was about his height, his face almost boyish despite the square shape and large chin. His hair flopped in front of his face in that style that reminded him of a 60s boy band. He also dressed the part, wearing a perfectly average suit and tie.

He tried his best not to linger on it, even if the pettier part of his mind was left to question if it was the British accent a teenaged Cassandra had swooned over.

“You know who I am?” Strange said, purposefully making his voice more commanding.

The demon nodded. “You keep your list of threats, I keep mine. Even if those threats get, well…demoted.”

He pressed his lips into a line, decidedly not grabbing at the obvious bait.

“So what do you want, sorcerer? I take it this isn’t a social call.”

He took a breath. “It’s Ellie.”

Damien’s features froze. All confident smiles vanished. For a moment Strange remembered the ram’s head and just how very old it was.

“Where is she?” he asked, his voice all blood soaked teeth. “What’s happened?”

“She’s alright,” Strange assured. “She hasn’t hurt anyone or herself.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” Damien strode forward only to be launched off his feet, landing hard on his side the second he touched the edge of the circle.

Strange didn't know whether to feel satisfied at seeing the demon on his ass or insulted he thought that would work.

“Did you really think it would be that easy?”

Damien shook his head, pulling himself back to his feet. “Well, you never know. In my experience, wizards have more arrogance than sense.” He took a moment to look down at the pentagram, nodding appreciatively.

“You must think I’m a nasty piece of work. You even added a psychic shield. I’m flattered. And is that a tracking dampener? I was wondering why I was having such trouble finding this place.” He glanced up. The easy grin was back. “Sandy tell you to add that bit?”

Strange kept his mouth shut. Apparently that was enough as the demon’s eyes narrowed.

“She doesn’t know about this, does she?” He took a step forward, minding the border as his head cocked to the side. “What are you planning, sorcerer?”

Strange’s jaw clenched, trying desperately to keep his face as neutral as possible. “Ellie’s powers are growing exponentially,” he said, carefully. “I’ve been trying to get her to control it, but she won’t… She doesn’t listen to me. I don’t know how to help her and if I can’t, we both know what she has the potential to grow into.”

Damien’s lips quirked up into a mocking line. “And what would you do then? Stop her.”

“My duty is to protect this reality.” It was what he had been telling himself, but the clenched fist at his sides told another story.

“So you would stop her.”

Strange again, said nothing. He didn’t know what to say. The look Damien was giving him now left him stuck. For a moment he felt as if he were the one in the cage.

“How would you do it?” he continued. “If she reaches her full power she’d be a god. Little g, maybe but enough to level a few continents. And, of course, her human half would still be intact. The source of her power and weakness. Humans can be killed easily enough. Would you kill her, Strange? To save reality.”

He knew what his answer should be. The only acceptable response was to say yes. Whether or not he was still Sorcerer Supreme, the lives of millions could not be sacrificed for one. He had allowed Tony Stark to live knowing he needed to die later to defeat Thanos and save billions.

The problem this time was, he knew Ellie. She was just a kid.

After a prolonged silence, Damien nodded his head, his expression turning almost friendly. “Good answer. So what do you want from me?”

Strange took a deep breath. “She was supposed to be your weapon. If there is anyone who knows how to control her powers it's you.”

“And you’d be correct.”

“So help me,” he asked. “Tell me how.”

The demon took a long moment, seemingly in thought before shaking his head. “No. I don’t think I will.”

“But you–”

“Unless,” he interrupted. “I’m the one to teach her.”

Strange bristled, his voice going low. “That’s not on the table.”

Damien just shrugged. “Then we have nothing left to discuss.” He turned, lifting his hand, allowing the candle lights to rise once more.

“You’d let your daughter turn into a monster,” Strange snapped.

“It’s what she was born to be,” he countered, spinning back to face him. “Her purpose in this universe is to destroy, just as it was my purpose to create her and now your purpose to stop things like us. Except, this time, you won’t stop her. You want to know how I know?”

“I have a feeling you’re about to tell me.”

“Because, for all our differences Stephen Vincent Strange, you and I have something very much in common.” He stepped closer, his voice going low as if to share a secret. “Losing Ellie, losing Cassandra, that is the worst thing that could possibly happen to us. So, if you’re anything like me you would be willing to do unspeakable things to keep them safe.

“Of course, you would have to tell Sandy about our little conversation. And that would mean having to tell her, you’ve failed. She would know what you considered having to do.”

A cold stream of dread slid down his spine, landing in his stomach.“She knows what Ellie could do,” Strange said.

“She thinks it,” the demon corrected, “but human minds are funny. You can come up with all sorts of things; terrible, wonderful things. But as soon as you say it out loud, suddenly it becomes real. So, if she were to hear you say Ellie may have to die to save the world, well… you said it, not her.”

Strange kept silent. He knew it was true. From the moment he had decided to steal the book, he had failed. Perhaps Damien was onto something. Saying it out loud made it unavoidably true.

“Tell them,” Damien said, “and let them decide. I can hardly just make a deal with you anyhow.”

“Nothing you want from me?”

“Oh there is plenty I want from you.” He smirked. “But, this isn’t the time or the place. I can only proceed with the full consent of the concerned parties.”

“Since when.”

“Since creation.”

Strange blinked in surprise as Damien straightened, plunking some non-existent dirt off his suit.

“One more thing, sorcerer. You hurt my daughter, I will find my way back to this plane, take your pathetic sack of meat for a body, and do…well one dares not say it in polite company.”

He almost laughed. “If I hurt Ellie, Cassandra won’t leave enough left of me for you.”

Damien paused before his mouth split open into an appreciative grin. “Truer words. You have my number.”

And with that, a whirl black smoke spun high and dropped leaving Strange in silence and dim light. Decisions would soon have to be made. He could only hope he’d make the right one.

#stephen strange #doctor strange #stephen strange x oc #doctor strange x oc #marvel #mcu #marvel oc #mcu oc #stephen strange x reader #doctor strange x reader #cassandra jackson #ellie jackson #Damien #2022 fic

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twstedbeauty · 3 years

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Just found your blog, and I love it! May i ask for headcannons of Riddle, Vil, Malleus and Idia watching their designated Disney movie with their s/o?(akin Vil, Snow White, Riddle Alice in Wonderland, Malleus, sleeping beauty)

I’m going to assume that they would have the movies in this world since they canonly have The Little Mermaid adaksdjaksdjas

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle is still getting used to relaxing and having fun, so watching movies is still rather new to him.

He sits rather stiffly on the couch at first, not really sure how he should sit, but he’ll slowly relax once you join him.

On the whole, I think Riddle would actually really enjoy Alice in Wonderland. It’s very colorful and whimsical and there’s something about it that gives him an almost nostalgic feeling.

He’d appreciate Alice as a protagonist, but I do think he’d find her a little annoying with how she thinks and does things at times.

“Who in their right mind just chases after a rabbit into a hole in the ground?” You hear him mutter and you can’t help but smile to yourself.

The Cheshire Cat immediately reminds him of Che’nya.

Riddle is immediately impressed by the Queen of Hearts entrance. She comes on screen and has this air of intimidation and power.

He points out some parts of the movie that reflect real life Heartslabyul rules! Like the rule about painting the roses, the rule about no cats at parties.

I think the part with the court scene he would find a little silly and quite exaggerated, however.

"So, it was all just a dream?" Riddle watched the credits roll with a rather confused look. "That wasn't satisfying at all!" You couldn't help but giggle at that.

"It's explained at the beginning! She wanted a world of her own, so she made one up herself~" Riddle just blinks owlishly at you at that, which just makes you laugh again.

He'll have to go and have some time to himself, probably having a mental crisis over what is real and what isn't.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil loves watching movies, so when you suggest watching a movie from your world, of course he’s all for it.

Knowing him, he’s no doubt seen the movie already, but he’s not opposed to watching it with you.

The Beautiful Queen summoning the spirit of the Dark Mirror scene makes a proud smirk come to Vil's face. He can't help but feel a bit of pride for his dorm watching it.

But immediately after, when Snow White comes on screen, his face drops into a scowl and he rolls his eyes.

Right off the bat, he comments about how annoying Snow White is.

“I just don’t understand why they gave her such a grating voice...” He grumbles, shaking his head. “It’s so irritating.”

Vil would point out how Snow White's dress and makeup, along with the Beautiful Queen's, is a reflection of the fashion from the period when the movie was made. (And if you pointed it out to him first, he'd be VERY pleased and impressed with you~)

"Oh, so THAT'S why they gave the Beautiful Queen pencil thin eyebrows?" You teased and Vil shoots you an unamused look.

"Of course. She's a product of her time, a staple for beauty and fashion from that era."

The dwarves do amuse him when they come on screen. He'd never tell you, but Dopey is his favorite.

He voices his admiration during the Queen's transformation scene.

"The lengths that she was willing to go is truly admirable..." He watches as she dips the apple into the poison. "But even the greats are capable of making mistakes. She should have ensured that Snow White could never be revived from the sleeping death."

He doesn't have much to say towards the ending, but he does look a little put out by Snow White being revived and getting a happily ever after.

"Such is the fate of villains..." He sighs. "Destined to die in the shadows while the heroes get their happy endings."

"Or is this case, getting struck by lightning and falling off a cliff." You remarked, grinning at the deadpan expression he gives you in response.

His rating for the movie is 9/10. The only reason it's not 10/10 is because of Snow White and the ending.

Idia Shroud

(I apologize in advance, Idia is one of the characters I'm still trying to get a handle on writing ;v;)

I feel like Idia and Ortho watched the Hercules movie as children and it was Ortho's favorite movie.

So watching it again with you was something nostalgic for him, even if he remarks on it being a kids movie. (You can argue that some of the anime he watches is also for kids, but that will upset him and he'll go sulk under his covers and you'll never finish the movie.)

"Uwehehehe...what a clumsy idiot." He's got that sharp smile on his face as he watches Hercules swing the column around and basically destroy his entire village.

Honestly, he's not really interested in Hercules' tale and he's not really a fan of musicals. The only parts that interest him are when Hades comes on screen.

The only commentary that he gives is to make fun of Hercules.

"It's not possible for people to get THAT muscular in such a little amount of time..." He mutters as he watches the training montage with a bored expression. "It's not scientifically possible." You shrug in response.

"He's part god, so maybe that's part of it?" Idia just snickers with a sharp smile.

"He looks like a car test dummy in a toga."

Idia admires how confident Hades is and how fast he can negotiate things. I think he secretly wishes he had that confidence too.

How does he feel about Megara? Mmmm, I don't think he's interested in her character either. She's the main hero's girlfriend and a pawn to Hades, that's it.

If Ortho is watching with you guys, he's really the only one that enjoys it besides you. Idia goes right back to what he was doing before you suggested watching the movie as soon as the credits roll.

Malleus Draconia

Of course, Malleus knew that there was a movie made about the Thorn Witch. He and Lilia showed it to Silver and Sebek when they were children. (Lilia had thought it would be good for them to learn the history behind the tale!) So when you bring up watching it with him, of course he wants to. He loves spending time with you and the fact you want to learn a bit about his culture warms his heart.

He does like the aesthetic of this movie. He finds the music and the hand-painted backgrounds to be charming.

He can't say he understands how animation works, but it's nice to look at nonetheless.

Malleus likes the three good fairies. He finds their antics and the way Flora and Merryweather butt heads to be rather amusing.

"You know, I've always wondered what the third gift would have been if the Witch of Thorns hadn't come in when she did," He muses as Maleficent makes her entrance. You hum in thought.

"Some people theorize it would have been eternal happiness." You look over at him with a slight smile. "You know....never needing to feel blue?" That makes him chuckle.

"Eternal happines....Yes, I quite like that idea for a gift."

If you remark on Maleficent being petty for cursing an infant, Malleus is going to pout.

"Well, quite frankly, I understand how she feels. It's rather hurtful not being invited to events." You look over at him and raise an eyebrow.

"Fine! Then curse the people who didn't invite you. Don't curse the infant child who had nothing to do with whether or not she was invited." Malleus just hurumphs and crosses his arms.

"In a roundabout way, the king and queen DID suffer for their actions. Having their baby cursed to die." A slight smirk breaks across his face. "I'm sure they'll think twice next time."

He doesn't say it, but he quite likes Aurora as a character and he loves the sound of her singing. He finds it very enchanting and relaxing to listen to.

Flora and Merryweather fighting over the dress color reminds him a lot of Silver and Sebek. Fauna's baking strongly reminds him of Lilia's cooking.

During the part where Aurora is being hypnotized, you suddenly gasping and clamping your hand on his arm startles Malleus. "OH MY GOD. I JUST REALIZED THAT THE CREEPY NOISE IS ACTUALLY SAYING HER NAME."

You both pause and listen again as the eerie note that played in between the music stings creepily called "Auuuroooraaa~" in a beckoning manner. Malleus blinked in surprise.

"Oh my. That would explain her expression as she walks up the stairs." He mused, putting a finger to his chin. "How clever. I've watched this film plenty of times and I never noticed that."

The part where Maleficent casts the thorns around Stephen's castle and turns into a dragon are Malleus' favorite parts.

"None of the other members of the Great Seven can do what she can do." He says with a prideful smirk. "She is truly supreme in her ranking."

Watching Maleficent back Prince Phillip onto a cliff and trap him with no protection is VERY satisfying for Malleus. But once the fairies bless the Sword of Truth, he pouts again.

"If it weren't for them, he wouldn't have been able to defeat her." He says. "It wasn't a fair fight." You raise an eyebrow at him at that.

"She turned into a huge, fire-breathing dragon. You call THAT fair?" His little pout in response just makes you laugh.

Overall, Malleus enjoys watching the movie with you and he'll gladly watch it with you again whenever you want to.

#ish-shutter-island #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twsted wonderland #headcanons

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boop-le-snoot · 3 years

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 29

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Feels like this story is flopping. Is it flopping? Idk. This chapter is 100% plot and it is spooky. Cursed demon box. Helpful Stephen Strange and grumpy Wong. Hovering Bruce and Tony. Loki being a honorary Gen-Z. Found family but make it ✨superheroes✨.

"That's a lot to unpack," Peter stated once I had given him the bare bones report of the situation at hand. "Uh, are you okay?" The boy was obviously upset at my predicament, placing a supportive hand on my shoulder.

"Kinda?" I offered, making space for Wanda and Pietro who decided to join me and Peter, away from the arguing adults. The mission discussion - an absolute disaster - started as soon as Peter had walked in. Evidently experienced in such matters, the boy ignored the bickering and came over to steal me from Bruce's clutches to peacefully finish his egg sandwich in the company of his peers.

"I wanted to ask if I could see your memory of that time," Wanda meekly offered me a piece of candy. I accepted it - sugar sweet sugar, how I love thee so! The witch continued with a smile: "I think it would be helpful to see what we're dealing with, magic-wise."

"Sure," I trusted her. "Just don't scramble what's left of my sanity, please," All of us laughed at my remark as I laid down on the cold floor with my head in Wanda's lap. Her powers felt like small brain zaps, tingles that began at the front of my forehead and ran down into my spine. I followed her instructions and thought about the times I remembered, finding the box, placing it into my closet, the nightmares. I had a mild headache by the time she was done; no grudges against her - Wanda tactfully avoided my private moments and looked only at the ones containing the artifact.

"You've gotten really good," I complimented her with pure adoration.

"Thank you," She blushed, smoothing back my stray hairs. "That stuff is really strong. I don't think you should go near the box," She admitted. "And Doc should take a look at you. You have a residue left. I don't think that's good either."

"Well, fuck," I said in muted resignation.

"Press F to pay respects," Pietro joked in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere.

"Your luck is almost as bad as mine," Peter pointed out.

I scoffed. "Well, if I see any spiders around, I'll be sure to stay away in case they happen to be radioactive OsCorp runaways."

All of us laughed. Despite the grim situation, I didn't feel doomed. I was surrounded by friends and my boyfriends and my bestie who happened to be a mythical omnipotent god- welp, once again, I was getting too emotional. Once the adults were done arguing, we could start making sense of this mess and hopefully clean it up before the monster is out of the box.

"Mortals," I heard Loki scoff. The next moment, the Asgardian sat down noisily next to me, pout on full display. "This house is a nightmare."

His expression - or the accidental use of a meme - sent me completely, tension leaving my body via copious amounts of nearly hysterical laughter. Through tears and hiccups, I saw Wanda cackle with me and Peter show the meme in question to Loki, noting that he had been once sent to time-out on top of the fridge by Tony himself. Soon, all of us were laughing, much to the displeasure of the adults.

"Children, what is the issue?" Thor asked, irritated.

"We're just waiting for you to be done with arguing," I spoke before Loki could start bitching about Thor calling him a child. "Then I can show Steve and Loki where exactly have I buried the box so Stephen can take me to the healers and get this thing out of me or whatever," I pointed out the most logical plan of action.

Two long strides and the sorcerer was standing over me, boom-boom-whooshing and generally making very pretty golden patterns to appear and land on top of me. Tony and Bruce anxiously hovered behind him, both of my boys concerned and ready to mother-hen me. Ugh, so disgustingly adorable. Wanda's hand encompassed mine - she was nervous.

Stephen took a solid five-minute silence break before coming to a final conclusion. "Wong can get rid of the residual traces of the artifact's influence," The sorcerer announced curtly. "It's good you got rid of the artifact, a few more months and you would have started slipping into insanity if the magic within it was not released," He explained, slowly reaching out a hand to place it on top of my head. I wasn't sure if it was a gesture meant to bring comfort or another diagnostic test but leaned into the touch nonetheless. "Tell me, did you have any behavioral... Disturbances after...?" He trailed off.

I chewed on my lip, evaluating. "I honestly don't know. I've always been kind of an asshole," Honesty was the best policy. "Nothing seems out of order, sleepwalking aside."

"I see," Strange gave me a tight-lipped smile. "Perhaps, it was your stubborn nature that forbade the artifact from corrupting your mind completely. As evidenced by Captain Rogers, even undesirable character traits bring good into this world now and then."

That seemed a little bit hostile. I frowned, giving a questioning look to a frowning Loki.

"Speaking from experience?" Not the one to hold back upon witnessing first-grade bullshit, I withdrew from Stephen's touch, raising a sarcastic eyebrow.

Surprising everyone, the man laughed soundly, eyes crinkling at the corners. "I most certainly do," Shooting me a positively mischievous wink. I felt like I was missing something.

The room's inhabitants slowly ticked out in pairs and threes, eager to complete their assigned tasks. Loki had insisted on coming along to the sanctum with me, even almost getting up in Stephen's face, but Bruce - out of all people - managed to calm the Asgardian down, and together we convinced him his magic would be considerably more useful during the retrieval of the cursed box. Loki was worried - everyone with a pair of functional eyes could see that the spiky attitude was his way of showing he cared about me, which made my insides briefly turn to mush. I didn't expect him to take the title of my best friend so seriously and I definitely was not complaining.

Tony was the last to leave, jittery and shaky, clutching me like it was his last time seeing me, kissing me hungrily in front of everyone. The joke or two he made were weak ghosts of his usual sharp snark.

"I love you and I'll be back soon," I whispered into his ear, feeling him freeze and his fingertips dig almost painfully into my sides. Louder, I repeated: "Not planning on dying any time soon, y'all gotta chill. Let's go, doc?" I addressed the tall sorcerer who was tactfully pretending to be busy with his smartphone.

Wanda pressed a duffle bag into my hands mouthing "clean clothes" a split second before Stephen opened a portal and with a great deal of curiosity, I stepped through it, eyes immediately drawn to the dimly lit space filled with books and antiques. So many books, so many unusual trinkets. The chandelier that hung over our heads rivaled the ones I'd seen in million-dollar-homes of dad's friends.

"Follow me," Stephen extended an arm in the direction of a smaller door, "Please do not touch anything."

I walked a pace behind him, satisfying my curiosity by looking around like a child in a candy store. The air smelled different in the Sanctum, almost as familiar as Loki's magic but less frosty... Warmer. A dash of red fabric swished from somewhere towards me; I giggled. The Cloak of Levitation liked me - not nearly as much as it liked Peter though - so I brushed my fingertips along the fabric, greeting it quietly. Talking loudly in this building was out of the question. I felt like any moment, a disgruntled librarian would appear to chastise me for making noise.

"Strange," A short Asian man appeared, book in hand and looking none too happy. Guess that's the librarian... "I got your text. The room next to yours is prepared for the ritual," The man I assumed to be Wong gave me a curt nod in the way of greeting, doing a quick 180° and walking us back to a small but tastefully decorated room with a single cot in the middle. It was pleasantly warm, a small fire lit in the fireplace, willowy smoke of incense rising from a few strategically placed sticks.

"The bathroom is that way. I'm afraid you'll have to be fully nude for the procedure," Strange declared apologetically, pointing to a door hidden behind the divide.

I snorted, but of course, the weird voodoo shit would require me to be naked. Not that I was embarrassed or anything but still. Tony would have a field day. Locating a chair, I dumped my duffle bag on it, flying out of my hoodie and sweatpants in record time. My underwear and socks followed, feet unpleasantly chilly despite the carpeted floor. I ran a hand over the faint bruises on my hips, evidence of last night, fondly - either Tony or Stephen had left marks on my body and that was... It was great. I loved it, drugs or not.

I heard someone clear their throat and turned around, nearly cracking up at the way both men suddenly averted their gazes, blush riding high on their cheeks. I snorted: "I'm hot, what else is new?"

Wong shook his head, busying himself with some sort of a book; Stephen lingered, eyes fixated on the very same bruises. His tongue darted out, wetting the plush of his bottom lip, and damn, this wasn't the time to get horny. I shook my head and with that, the sorcerer caught himself too, mutely motioning me to lay down on the cot.

"Whenever you're done eye-fucking each other," Wong piped up sarcastically - wow, I liked this man already. Stephen grumbled something quiet and rude, provoking another snort from me.

I followed their instructions - shortly after the Asian man began reading - or rather singing - something in a language I didn't know, I felt myself fall into a deep sleep. Or, I thought I was falling asleep. At one point, my eyes opened to an empty room, a thin sheet covering my bare body, and a silence that made chills run down my spine.

"Stephen?" I called out. I sounded like I was underwater to my own ears. "Wong?"

I was met with silence so deafening, I had no choice but to sit up and look around. The fire was burning strong in the fireplace, several logs blackened from it as sparks flew. It took a second for me to realize it made no sound - there was no crackling. Something was very wrong, the dread was creeping up on me.

Very familiar dread.

With the sheet firmly wrapped around me, I hopped off the cot, suddenly noticing the drawings on my arms, my legs. I was covered in runes similar to the ones I had seen on the cursed box - and my memories weren't missing. As clear as day, I recalled messing around with the box, debating on opening it, taking it out of my room only to find it back on my desk in the morning, some serious Anabelle shit.

I jumped as the floorboards cracked somewhere in the house. Every logical thought I had, backed up by every horror movie I had ever watched, screamed at me to NOT go towards the creepy noise; like moth to a flame, I was drawn in and couldn't resist the unnatural urge to investigate it. On silent feet, I padded out of the room, desperately trying not to think about the lonely, dark hallways filled with strange ancient objects. My steps made no noise.

On the couch, in the main room we'd arrived, sitting lazily, was Tony. I'd recognize his hair anywhere - and the Led Zep tee, old, frayed edges and loose threads. "Tony?" I asked hopefully, trying to make sense of this...

He turned around.

It wasn't Tony. Whatever it was, it wore Tony's face, it held his brown eyes and crow's feet around them - it wasn't him. Wrong, like the lack of sound in this place, misplaced and unnatural. The doe browns didn't sparkle, lifeless, dull color of dried mud. As much as I wanted to go and bury my face in his chest, my limbs filled with lead, my whole body screaming "DANGER".

The impostor kept quiet which only solidified my suspicions. Real Tony would be running his mouth already, poking fun at my impression of a sheet ghost.

"Princess?" The... Thing asked in Tony's voice, but it fell flat and monotone.

"Whatever you are, you sure as Hell ain't Tony," I stated firmly, hoping for some answers. "What the fuck?"

Not-Tony's face changed, familiar features twisting into something sinister, the malice making me sick to my stomach. The creature stood up, causing my feet to take an involuntary step back as he advanced slowly.

"You have no choice but to submit," The Thing replied calmly. "You're not getting out of here. Not even your little Asgardian pet god can save you," Its tone was absolutely flat. I would have thought the thing was a robot if not for the obvious involvement of magic in this situation. Its words filled me with dread as thick as molten lava; unfortunately for the creature, unlocking my memories gave me enough rational balance to be acutely aware of it and therefore, able to fight it.

I could fight it. I didn't know how exactly, but I could resist it. "That's a really bold thing to say for something that... What even are you? Magical STD?" As my brain desperately focused on finding a solution to a problem I didn't know all the details of, my mouth had a mind of its own.

The creature growled, a far more primal noise than a human could make. "You don't know what you're up against, child. I am one for we are many," Suddenly, the room was filled with shadows as if someone had turned off all the lights and cranked up the moon to be the brightest it ever was. The shadows moved, oozed, motion sinister without any light to back it up.

I had no choice but to pucker up. Nobody was coming to rescue me; in fact, I always have taken pride in being a self-saving princess. Damsel in distress wasn't really my style. The hunch in my shoulders disappeared, giving way to a stubborn and stiff expectation of the upcoming altercation, hands bailed in fists.

"I mean, like Legion the demon from the Bible?" I recalled what little I knew from Wikipedia. "I mean, I'm agnostic myself, but if you feel like identifying with that, you should probably see a therapist."

The entity growled, shadows gathering around it like fabric on a string, and lunged. Paralyzed by sudden blinding, deafening fear, I turned tail and ran.

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Intoxicated part II

Kinktober Day 20: Boundage, edging, orgasm denial with Supreme Strange

+18 Smut MDNI

Word Count: 1,7k

A/N: You can read the part one of this story here.

If Stephen thought you'd let go of what he did to you by pinning you to the bed and denying you your pleasure, he was dead wrong. You had planned everything for that night and even convinced Mordo to leave the handcuffs with you for a few more days by lying that you thought it best to run some tests to which he agreed without question. You had told Stephen that you needed his help with an important business matter and convinced him to leave the Sanctum in Mordo's care to meet you at your apartment.

If there was one thing you were sure was that you were dramatic and vindictive as much as Stephen was arrogant and narcissistic, the combination of all these factors was at least interesting and in some cases destructive.

You made a point of preparing the environment for what you had planned, you lit some candles around the room, some of them scented, placed a chair strategically at the foot of the bed and then took a shower making sure to apply the body oil that Stephen loved and wore nothing but a long black sheer nightgown and tiny panties, your hair pulled back in a ponytail because you didn't want it getting in the way of your unholy activities.

Stephen arrived around 8pm and you heard the sounds of his boots walking down the hall before the incisor knocked on the door.

When you opened the door a smirk on his lips revealed that he understood everything the way you expected him to understand "You took your time"

He nodded. "If I had known that this was the issue you needed my help with I would have rushed."

You shook your head opening the door wider for him to enter. He took a good look around and then looked you up and down smiling "You look gorgeous"

You closed the door behind him, your heart racing in your chest, but you tried to keep up the appearances "You're not bad either" He walked slowly to the chair, you couldn't see his face but you knew there was a question mark in his expressions.

"I met your father downstairs in the lobby, as you can imagine he didn't look happy to see me"

You disguised it by opening the drawer and taking the handcuffs and hiding them behind your back. You walked up to him and wrapped an arm around his waist, reaching for his hand as you stood on tiptoe to kiss his shoulder. "I don't want to talk about my father tonight"

He hummed satisfied lacing his fingers through yours and letting you pull his hand back "And what exactly do you want to talk about tonight?" There was an excitement in his voice that was almost innocent. You acted faster than you thought you could. In a few seconds you managed to place the handcuff on his wrist and shoved him into the chair. Before he had time to react you closed the cuff on his other wrist leaving him strapped to the chair.

"Oh honey you know this won't work for me" He said sounding extremely arrogant, but the smirk on his lips soon dissolved into an annoyed frown when he realized you had used a specific handcuff.

You couldn’t contain a victorious smile.

"What do you think you're doing?" He snapped angrily fighting the handcuffs.

"How about we talk about how you treated me yesterday? You felt so good seeing me trapped like that didn't you? Making me beg for you? Is that what you like Stephen?" He sighed heavily "Honey, that was just a joke and in the end I gave you exactly what you wanted, didn't I?"

You had to stop yourself from slapping him, how could he be so arrogant even in that situation? "Well, you'll get what you want too Stephen, just not in the way you imagined."

He groaned annoyed "Let me go y/n, now"

You shook your head "Stephen you're not in a position to demand anything right now." You bent down to kiss his cheek "You had your fun yesterday, I just want mine"

You took your hand to his hip unbuckling his belt and holding his pants "Come on, help me take this off"

"You're going to regret this" He threatened you, but lifted his hips so you could take his pants and underwear off. You took off his shoes and finished undressing him from the waist down.

"I don't think so, Stephen" You replied with a mischievous smile staring at his cock which was half hard even though he was mad at you. You got down on your knees and kissed the base of his cock and then licked from the base to the the tip lightly sucking his frenulum. He hissed angrily, but his cock responded with a twitch.

"Look at that, you might be mad at me Stephen, but your cock is loving every second of it." You held him in your hand jerking him fast and hard making him extremely hard for you as he threw his head back grunting with pleasure and rage.

You got up and walked away to which he angrily replied "Where do you think you're going, come back here y/n, this is no fun" You went to the bedside table and opened one of the drawers taking the box you had placed there in the morning and then came back "I'm here honey, I'm not going anywhere until I get what I want."

His eyes widened as he saw you take a small black rubber circle out of the box. "Where do you think you're going to put this?" You bit your bottom lip "On you, silly, where else would it be?" You took his cock in your hand giving a couple of jerks and then placed the object on your lips while opening a bottle of lube pouring some of the liquid on his cock and spreading it with both hands at which he moaned, all kinds of profanity escaping through his lips.

"There you go, all nice and wet, now let's see if this fits" You did exactly as you saw in the instructional video you watched, believe it or not, you set yourself up for your revenge and you couldn't wait to taste it. When the balls and cock were tightly tied he looked extremely bigger, the veins sticking out from the constriction, the head a bright pink "You look so nice all tied up like that, Steph, look how hard you are desperately needing my touch. "

Stephen's blue eyes were dark with desire, but mostly with anger, for someone who never let go of control, finding himself in that position was a more than efficient punishment and you might as well ride him and get over with that, but you weren't feeling so merciful that day.

"Y/n, stop it, let me make love to you" You knew all that condescension wouldn't last and you weren't ready to give in. You held him in your hand stroking him fast as he moaned loudly "Fuck, this is so..."

You grinned "Even though I would love to make love to you Stephen, this isn't for me, it's for you. It's all about you today, honey. Isn't that how you like it?" You increased your pace, a loud and wet noise resounding in the silent room as your hand slid deftly down his length making him clench his thigh muscles and grit his teeth trying to suppress the moans "Let it go, honey, just surrender to the feeling. Do it for me, I know you can do it."

The loud groan escaped his lips "Fuck it feels so good honey, you're gonna make me cum" You could feel his cock pulsing in your hand, a couple of jerks more and he would come and you wanted just that, taking him to the verge of orgasm.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck..." and then you stopped.

An irritated grunt escaped his lips "Why did you stop?"

"You're not going to come, Stephen, unless you apologize for what you did yesterday?"

He forced his hands against the handcuffs, moving angrily which caused the smile on your lips to widen and turn into a grin. "If that's what you want, I guarantee I won't give in"

You grabbed his cock jerking him hard and fast making him twitch, jaw tight and then stopped again.

"You fucking little bitch" He spat out the words which made you move on to the next step of his punishment. "You have such a beautiful mouth Stephen, I love it when you use it to suck my cunt but you also love to use it to make me sad" You lowered your panties taking them off slowly and then stuck them in his mouth, he gave you an intimidating look "Now we can pick up where we left off"

You grabbed him back stroking him slowly and then put him in your mouth sucking quickly as he groaned loudly against the gag, his cock pulsing in your mouth, you gave a few more jerks and then stopped watching his cock throbbing.

You continued with your ministrations, bringing him to the brink of orgasm only to deny it and then repeating it over and over until Stephen's eyes were red with tears he refused to shed.

He tried to say something and you gave in, freeing his mouth "Ok honey, what do you want to say?"

"I'm gonna fucking regret this…” He gave a dramatic sigh “Honey I'm sorry, I know sometimes I can be...difficult..."

"Difficult?" You interrupted him raising an eyebrow.

"But I love you, you know that, I love you more than anything"

You sighed "You're only saying that because you want to cum"

He nervously chuckled "I do, for fuck's sake I need to, but that's not all honey, you know it very well"

You touched his face and then jerked him fast and hard without breaking eye contact. He groaned loudly when you stopped, but his cock twitched spurting his cum all over his abs. "There you go Stephen, I think you learned your lesson."

You untied him and took the handcuffs off. He kept sitting looking at you "You're going to be the death of me" He muttered.

You wrapped your legs around his thighs and sat on his lap, your arms wrapped around his neck "I think we're even now"

He chuckled nervously touching your face "I should fucking kill you now"

You smirked "You cant live without me Stephen"

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Scottrospective: Scott Pilgrim Vs the Universe or So Sad So Very Very Sad

Hello all you happy Scottaholics! And welcome back to Scottrospective, my 8 part look at Scott Pilgrim: all 6 volumes of the comic as well as the game and movie just in time for their respective 10th Anniversaries. If your just joining us or needa quick refresher, here are links to the other four parts, in order: Precious Little Life, Vs The World (Comic), Infinite Sadness, and last month’s look at my favorite volume Gets It Together. And if that’s not enough to fill your belly with Scotty Goodness, hop over to my patreon, patreon.com/popculturebuffet. There you’ll find reviews of all the content I didn’t have time for in the retrospective proper: Free Scott Pilgrim, The Wonderful World of Kim Pine, Monica Beetle, Style, and the bonus comic strips. It’s only a dollar to get access to the bonus reviews, and every bit you can give not only helps me make these reviews int he first place, but gets me closer to my stretch goals, the 25 and 30 dollar ones including looks at O’Malley’s Other Works: Lost At Sea and Seconds for the former and Snotgirl for the latter.

But more than plugging my past and paid works, there’s something else far more important I need to get to before I get into this one: Thank You. No Seriously thank all of you who have been reading these, liking them. My Precious Little Life Review is easily one of the most liked things i’ve ever had on this blog, getting more viewers every day, and last month’s look at Gets it Together is STILL racking up likes. Given most of my non-duck reviews, paid for and on my own time, tend to be ignored half the time, this just warms my heart. It shows me two great things: that even after a decade Scott Pilgrim still has a huge following and given how young this platform tends to skew that it’s gaining more fans every day, and that people care about what I have to say about htis wonderful comic. It really touches me to both know my voice matters and that something I truly loved as a teen and still do now is STILL picking up more and more fans. What i’m saying is you guys are the best and I wouldn’t be doing these reviews without your support of my very hard work. These are some of the hardest reviews i’ve done at times, but seeing you all enjoy them makes it all worth it.

As for the Volume itself there’s something I just gotta get off my chest right away: I HATED this volume when it came out. To understand why you have to consider my mental state: I was a teenager at the time, in my junior year of high school. Scott Pilgrim was my goddamn world: while I was picking up comics monthly at the time this was honestly the first north american comic I loved and obessed over and Scott and friends were like family to me. To an awkward teen who couldn’t talk to girls, struggled to keep the video game club a friend founded together in a way that in hindsight was wholly unecessary, and getting messed with due to my anger issues by friend, foe and frenemy alike, Scott was my port in the storm. A sunny version of Tornoto where I could retreat to to feel at peace.

So yeah this shattered the fuck out of that peace and was essentially one long slow motion kick to the balls to a younger me: Hollie gets derailed and horribly betrays Kim, runing my faviorite characters life and leading to her LEAVING, Scott and Ramona’s relationship crumbles, the band breaks up , and the volume ends with Gideon still gunning for our hero because life hadn’t punched him in the face enough for one month. I was livid, not stopping the series, obviously, but upset that everything i’d grown to care about was basically gone in a flash and couldn’t understand WHY O’Malley would fucking do this to me. This volume was also what kept me from re-reading the books for as long as I did as while the rest had fond memories all the ones I had of this one were pure misery.

But by the time i re-read it in december of last year I had two important things in my hands that helped me truly enjoy this one: The first was Volume 6 itself: knowing things would work out, that most of the bad stuff would be undone and in a truly awesome and satisfying way helped.

The other thing was the perspective that came with growing older: For one as an adult while I still like Scott as a character and find him intresting I no longer look up to him, nor put stock in his hapiness for his own. Sure I still care about characters and relate to some, but Bojack Horseman taught me the hard way you CAN’T put all your hopes in a character’s fate or them getting better for you to get better.

The other is that while this volume again is pretty bleak after a while.. it’s also NECESSARY. Part of the series charm is i’ts realisim and a sad part of real life is people can drift apart from you, and things can change seemingly all at once. And things moving the way they do is necessary for the ending: every step and move here puts things where they need to be for the final chapter. The pain our heroes go through is necessary so they can all grow.. except Stephen and Wallace. Stephen sucks and Wallace dosen’t need to change. He does need his own spinoff. But for Scott, Ramona and Kim the trials to come are necessary to make them into their best selves by series end.

So join me under the cut as we get sad so very very sad, this is Scott Pilgrim vs the Universe.

Precious Little Life: We open with Scott’s Birthday! Hit it MC Chris!

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But yes it’s septmeber and Scott is now 24 years old. Also Julie is there because presumibly Stephen dredged her out of her swamp for the evening despite Julie likely not wanting to be there and Scott sure a shell not wanting her there. He vows that he will be the best 24 year old ever...... yeah let’s take a brief look into the future to see how that pans out

But we have a full volume and more metaphorical rakes to whack Scott in the face before that paticular one.

A MONTH AND A FEW DAYS LATER

It’s the day of the dead, whoa ho way down in Tornoto. It’s hosted by Satan Herself, who dosen’t realize the holiday for hags was yesterday. This is for remembering the dead and rising out of the grave to go resuce your young wards by ramming a bunch of guys in butterfly costumes with your car or stealing your children’s kidneys. This is Rat Girl’s new place, a fancy loft she and 3 other girls went on to throw the best parties beaause of course. She’s also a bitch to our hero and heroine because of course.

But Scott soon has more important things to worry about: Ramona spots his next two opponents.. the twins hinted at last time, Kyle and Ken Kataynagi, Perfect Jerk and Handsome Asshat respectively.

Kyle and Ken are easily the least intresting of the 7 exes. With the other 4 so far having been a loveable ham, a stoic movie star whose suprisingly nice and dies via skateboard, a gloriously douchey and dumb psychic evil version of our much more loverable dumb douche with personal connections to both him and Ramona, and Roxy who was genuinely sympathetic, held back by her own selfishness and anger.. we get.. two smug assholes who use robots. Their not UNINTRESTING, the robots have cool designs and the fight with them is genuinely exciting.. but they just don’t have the charisma or personal factor. Their jsut two assholes ramona dated at the same time who happen to know more about her well guarded past than the other exes and are more liable to bring it up.. and even then it’s not anything new as Envy pulled similar tactics far more intrestingly in volume 3. THey don’t ruin the volume or anything, thier fine, but I just wish O’Malley had done more. Especially since he clealry had more intresting ideas with them: the sound battle we saw in the movie was an early draft of this and one early draft had Scott’s previously unseen brother Laurence working with them. I don’t knowWHY he scrapped that as it raises the stakes and makes this far more personal for Scott. Which at this point is what the exes SHOULD be: Todd and Roxy BOTH were more personal threats, Todd being his ex’s boyfriend and first love and Roxy being a genuine competior for Ramona. These guys again are just two douchers who show up because we need 7 douchers to complete the doucher circle.

So the twins declare their not going to fight scott.. and instead send a tiny robot to fight him. Awww. But for this fight O”Malley does something really intresting and creative.. he dosen’t focus on it. No really Ken and Kyle are dicks to Ramona so Kim wisely gets her out of there, and the two have a casual talk on the balcony while Ramona smokes. It’s some fun banter between the two that both shows why their shipped to all hell. The two just play off each other really damn well. Though we also get Craphole asking people if they want to come watch Scott get beat up because the worst.

Something important character stuff comes up though: As was shown last time at her rightful rage that Stephen HAD an opportunity to book a gig and kept refusing it for his fecking album, Kim is still fairly salty about the whole recording an album bullshit. The biggest part of it..

It’s something you really DON’T expect to here coming out of kim: that she really LIKED the band. But beneath the pillar of salt she puts out daily... these were her friends, this was getting to do something creative and passionate, and it was a break from the daily grind. Even if her job isn’t TERRIBLE, getting to watch movies and hang out with her best friend Clerks style.. it’s still a retail job and those still weigh on you.. though frankly i’d take one of those over food service but sadly tha’ts what i get most of the time. This was fun.. and Stephen ripped that away from her for his own selfish reasons. No one else in the band really cared about making an album.. if Stephen REALLY wanted to find a more professional band.. then he should’ve just told them so Scott and Kim could find someone else to do guitars for them. Instead he forced them into doing something they don’t want to do and refuses to actually play shows, which COULD help both perfect songs for the album version and get them new fans for said upcoming album and provide them recurring venues to SELL said album, because he really just wants to be with Joseph and fuck anyone else. Stephen is really just an inhernetly selfish git and i’ll get more into that in a bit. But first Wallace has a text for Scott.

Now I COULD have just skipped over this.. but I didn’t want to. Plus we dont’ se Wallace for a while in this story so i’m taking what I can get.

So back to Stephen being a repugnant ass. I’ve been waiting for this scene for the entire retrospective. I”ve hinted at it, and largely blamed it for why I hate him so damn much. The time is nigh to explain WHY.

Stephen is with Knives, as the two are close friends and such. Stephen expalins Sex Bomb-Omb isn’t playing because he and the personfication of bitchiness broke up. Which knives points out is for...

But it’s clear from context this was the LAST time. Why he still got invited I dunno, plot convience. So far so normal.. until Stephen picks up that Knives is STILL hung up on Scott. Which is understandable crushes can last a while but i’ts equally understandable that Stephen is utterly baffled by it. Which I get, I didn’t make an entire tom lucitor retropsecitve because I liked that his relationship with Star ended with him stepping aside due to what the show thought was “true wuv” but what comes off instead as his self loathing casuing him to blame himself for a realtionship that’s crumbling for reasons that aren’t his fault.

And his actions here are incredibly well meant: He bluntly gives Knives the wake up call she DOES need: Scott cheated on her, he dated her because she was easy to date, strung her along for a bit while seeing someone else, then dumped her with not one care for her well being. That is stuff she NEEDS to get into her head so she can move on. She needs to see him for what he IS and not for what she’s built him up as in her head. And while yeah his rant DOSNE’T take into account the fact Scott geninely tried to make up for his actions in volume 3, Stephen wasn’t there for that and Knives probbably didn’t tell him about it. So from his point of view scott broke her heart and did nothing.. and evne IF he knew that, Scott still hasn’t tried to do anything since despite Knives still being obessed with him nor come clean to her or Ramona at any point. Scott deserves this call out and the consequences that come with it.

So your probably wondering WHY I hate Stephen because of this scene when he’s you know, RIGHT. Well it’s simple: being right dosen’t save you from being a MASSIVE hypcorite. He’s railing on Scott for cheating and hurting someone.. when he cheated on Julie and would’ve hurt her if she had the capacity for human emotion, empathy, or self awarness. The ending of the last volume and how bad, even for them, their relationship was implied the hell out of it, with him nervous when she brings up being paranoid over knives.. as if he WAS cheating. on One Face just not with a teenage girl but a grown ass man who hates everyone as much as BLARARARGAGAG does.

Not only that.. but he was with Julie for the SAME DAMN reasons Scott was with Knives: it was easy. Now I WILL grant Stephen some sympathy: he’s a queer man and as one myself, bi for the record, I GET how fucking hard it is to come to terms with that, that what you thought you were isn’t ENITRELY true or, if Stephen is gay and not bi or pan, ENIRELY FALSE. So I do have some care that it was hard for him to sort all this out. I do and that Jospeh could’ve seduced him or what not. We don’t have all the context here. But he STILL cheated at the end of the day instead of telling her he was queer until MONTHS later. And why yes the fact I have to feel bad for JULIE does make it that much worse. And yes their relationsihp COULD simply be that toxic or she could’ve gaslit him, but it seemed more like their relationship was messy breakups and getting back together over and over. While Julie IS vile, she’s not a domestic abuser mental or physical as far as I can tell. She’s a bitch and their relatioship is unehlathy but there was no indication their relationship involved gaslighting or evne phsyical violence: it was just fucked from minute one. So yeah he stayed in an awful relationship beacuse it was easier than coming out, when he should’ve broken it off as soon as it was clear he and Joseph were actually going somewhere. Waiting while he figured out who he was is one thing, tha’ts fiar, but cheating on someone just because you don’t have the nerve to break it off with them when their genuinely awful to you and your only hurting them as much as they can be hurt by dragging this out... yeah that just makes you an ass.

Another point of contention is that he NEVER called Scott out on this. Never. Not even after this scene. Never encouraged him to tell Ramona or apologize to Knives, again he didn’t know Scott already had tried that. Never gets on him.. he just ignores Scott’s shitty behavior like eveyrone else and unlike Kim, whose still got unresolved feelings and is at the very least clearly bothered by his shitty behavior, and Neil, whose young and thus like me likely looked up to Scott at the time, he dosen’t have an excuse other than “Well I don’t want to ruin our friendship by actually calling him out when he does something objectivionally awful.” Especially since Wallace DID actually take action: he didn’t break up the relationship or say anythign to Ramona, which is wrong... but he did tell scott flat out after his first date with Ramona to break up with Knives. And when Scott chickned out of that, Wallace gave him the ultimatium, may it live in empathy, to do so or he WOULD tell Ramona. And at least Wallace has a motive for not telling Ramona other than “I don’t want to risk my friendship with a guy I really don’t care about and think is shitty”. He wanted to see Scott recover from Envy, something Stephen never gave ONE. SHIT. ABOUT. He saw Ramona was good for him and knew telling her, while the RIGHT thing to do, would severely harm Scott, and by volume 4 leave him homeless. Plus Wallace frankly enabled him for some time anyway, letting him live at their place rent free and paying for all his food and frequently letting Scott steal his credit card. WIth Wallace at least while it’s not the RIGHT move, it’s understandable and complicated vs Stephen who really dosen’t seem to like or get along with Scott after volume 1, suddenly cares what happens to his relationship.

And what proves this... is this little exchange that ends the conversation.

Knives despite her issues, despite blinding herself to how Scott treated her, despite everything... thinks Ramona should know. And she’s right. And Stephen KNOWS THIS. He knows it was the right thing to do and just.. takes a swig instead of admitting he’s a fucking hypocrite or explaining himself in any way. He NEVER cared about Ramona’s feelings or how this would effect her or saw her as important in any way shape or form. Kim at least clearly feels guilty. Wallace clearly is only doing so because it’s better for both her and Scott that their together and is a flawed human being. Stephen.. just dosen’t do so out of some masculine bullshit code of not ratting out your friend and his own cowardace. He clearly COULD go walk up to Ramona right now and tell her, but he won’t. And again I don’t buy he honeslty cares enough about Scott for their friendship to TRULY be enough of a factor to stop that. Fuck. Stephen. Stills.

So Scott wins naturally, but is bummed there’s no reward.. but Stephen points out there’s tons of free food over yonder so he noms before he and Ramona leave.

We get some cute domestic bits with Scott and ramona: Scott playing games on her phone all day, the two cooking dinner, and Scott admititng he hasn’t thought of envy at all. “I have you now”. Though through it there are some signs of unease: Scott finds a letter to Gideon, and Ramona asks about her hair and stares out into the window. Nice little hints that even before the big bomb abotu to drop she’s not at ease.. she loves Scott.. but it’s hard for her to let herself BE happy. It’s easy to wager she wasn’t for most of her life.

Can’t Face Up

So next we find Sex Bomb-Omb working on the album. Or rather Stephen and Joseph are. Scott and Kim are praying for death but death won’t come and Kim wonders why the fuck this isn’t finished. Joseph wants her out of his house... forgetting that Kim lives in said house.

Still his expressoin implies he’s going to do a murder on her if she stays in the room and since Drummers are hard to come by Stephen spirits them to kim’s room for a band meeting. Turns out they do have a gig but naturally Rosemary’s Baby booked it... and they haven’t practiced in months because Stephen’s a moron. He theorizes it’s Freddy’s Revenge, which is admitely probably valid though Kim can TELL something worse happened Stephen won’t cop to because he’s a piece of shit. I spent several paragraph’s establishing that. They try blaying and two sucktacular minutes i’ts clear their fucked sunday.

So after a scene of Knives trying HARD to justify Scott’s actions and blame htem on Ramona, to no success, we get one of my faviorite parts of this book: Scott rambling on for god knows how long about the x-men while Ramona gets dressed and is presumibly barely listneing.

I relate so hard to this it hurts. While not this era I wll GLADLY go on and on about X-Men and anything X-Adjacent at any goddamn opportunity and anyone who reads my blog on a regular basis and you know this. I need to tlak more x-men outside of my slowly failing New X-Men retrospective (Which is on the back burner because no one seeems to genuinely care after chapter one). If I did have a signifgant other, they would probably end up in a situation like this quite a lot and i’d have no shame about it.

I also love this scene even more as while I DID love x-men at the time, I wasn’t quite the mega fan I was, nor as familiar with Claremont’s long, epic and often fucking weird in the special wonderful way only comics can run. Given I OWN over half his run at this point, that has changed. Though oddly not this part. So not only do I get Scott’s talking about x-men I Know what SPECIFICALLY.

And for the unitatied, a quick explination of what the fuck Scott’s going on and on about: In the late 80′s, the x-men fought a reality warping malevolent trickster god named the Adversary. IN order to beat him their friend forget had to perform a cermony to lock his ass away that required willingly given life forces. The X-Men did REALLY fucking die.. but the Goddess Roma, daughter of Merlin and enemy of the advesary brought them back to life. With their deaths having been broadcast on live tv, and with tons of dangerous enemies at their heels, the X-Men choose to let the world continue to think they were dead so they could hit said enemies where it hurt.

SO this is where Scott’s story comes in:The X-Men’s first mission was clearing out the reavers, a bunch of racist cyborgs, from a ghost town which they took over as their base. As Scotty said they traveled all over the world, fought aliens, more racists, and then went to New York as it literally went ot hell. it’s a LOT and I haven’t read most of that era. I just know about it. I have read that last part though: the x-men were ambushed while wolveirne was away by said racist cyborgs so Psylocke shoved them through the siege perilous, a gate thingy romana gave them that would give them a new life and amnesia and such, leaving wolveirne to get crucified till Jubilee, who’d been hiding in their base gary busey style, freed him. The two would travel the world, find psylocke body swapped which is why she was asian for several decades, and get into general stuff for a few years real time till the X-Men slowly reunited. And you probbaly dind’t need to hear all of that but your life is better for knowing it.

As you can tell Ramona’s discontent is mounting. And probably not because of Scott rambling about x-men. Last night he told her about the time Magneto beat them all because they stupidly rushed him one at a time then forced them into high tech chairs while a robotic nanny babbied them and then esecaped because shut up before fighting magneto, getting surrounded by lava and having beast ASSUME they were dead because fuck actually coming back and searching just in case like a rational human being because magma or no the x-men have surivived worse, including the depths of space, and restoring all of reality from scratch. I may of just read those issues tonight.

She procedes to make things worse for our hero as when he asks fo rher advice.. she reveals she dosen’t like his band.. and while she means nothing BY that, she’s nice about it, telling him his band sucks days before a sudden show where you guys eat a lot isn’t something you do. Wallace is naturally even less helpful and maybe his not liking the band is why we barely see him interact. Maybe he just figured Stepheen was on the fence sexuality wise but wasn’t willing to put up with Julie to test that. I dunno.

So at the restraunt Stephen’s a dick, refusing to help Scott with his problems. WHich for once are legitamte as he worries abotu Ramona keeping secrets. He just wants to talk about hte band.. but 48 or something hours after this he has no real plan.

Scott mopes to Kim about Ramona and she has some sage advice for him...

Also thing one and thing two are at the bar with a remote. This cannot end well... granted givne our heroes are not at all prepared and are playing two diffrent songs, this was never going to end well.

And things only get worse for Scott in the bathroom.. he’s not there.. but his girlfriend and his ex are. Knives tries to work it out.. but Ramona being a bit short with her, which is fair given Knives tried to stab her a bunch a few months back and never apologized, leading to a quick fight.. but with Knives heart not in it this time and Ramona pissed and this time NOT confsued as to what the hell ihs going on, it ends with Ramona slamming knives into a wall... and Knives sadly revealing the truth to Ramona...

The scene hits like a truck with both devistated.. Ramona not having realized Scott with this shitty.. and Knives FINALLY accepting that he is. Finally letting her obession with him drop and realize what he was and what he did and let the full impact hit. The last part also hits hard “No One Else Would’ve Told You’. It’s a sad hard truth and it’s CLEARLY something that hits both women hard. For Knives it’s realizing Kim and Stephen, who she’s increidbly close to at this point, both don’t have the stomach to do the right thing, and thus hid this from her and Ramona. Stephen DID tell her.. but he still didn’t have the guts to tell RAMONA nor the actual care. It’s the realization the people she looked up to truly let her down and that she had to do what they couldn’t, even if it tore her apart to do it. For Ramona it’s realizing her closest friends outside of Scott could’ve told her and never did. No matter how close she’s gotten to Kim and Wallace, neither gave a fuck about her rights or her need to know.

So Ramona is rattled and barely speaks while Scott has been fighting anothe rrobot and ends the gig accidnetly smashing his bass. Stephen is pissy with him and blames hi mfor runing the gig, which turned out to be a trap anyway complete with fliers.

Ramona decides to gently throw him out as he forgot his keys while his other friends won’t house him leaving him with the one friend he has who dosen’t hate him right now. WALLACE!

The Glow:

So at Casa De Welles, Wallace has some buddy time, not making any bones about the fact Ramona clearly threw Scott out for the night and wearing a neat robe. Scott mopes about the fact he hasn’t met mobile whose apparenlty on the astral plane. I wonder if he has any buisness with Emma.. I mean the x-men did live in san fran sicsio but given decimation didn’t have many psychics. Might’ve been tryign to get another one. THey didn’t have a whole island that walks like a man yet. And while Wallace wasn’t in much of a coaching mood last time he is willing to help. He couldn’t get bupkiss on the twins since Scott can’t even remember their names, but he did pull off a miracle. Despite their being a million Gideons in New York.. Wallace found THE Gideon. Granted all he got was his full name, Gideon Gordon Graves, and a few burry photos, one with Ramona confirming this is our douche, but given he had only a first name and an ex to work with this is some damn fine work. Wallace asks scott about his future with Ramona but he just.. has no earthly idea because of course he dosen’t. He hasn’t REALLY thought about what comes after beating the exes because he never thinks anything through. Interesting stuff The next day Scott meets up with Kim at No Account Video and we get our first, and I mean literally first, indiciation things are falling apart with her and Hollie. Scott wants to say hi, Kim refuses him and gives a smart ass comment when he asks if them being roomates isn’t working out. He wasn’t even being a dick it’s just clear SOMETHING bad’s going on she won’t talk about because she puts up walls around hrself on a GOOD day and this clearly isn’t one.

It gets worse when they stop by Stephen’s place only to find Neil whose both taken up a combination of smoking and moping in a dark room. Never a good sign. Nor is Stephen apparenlty being at band practice.. meaning either he lied to Neil about where he went.. or he already started the band we’ll see him with next volume and is already stabbing his friends in the back. There wasn’t much to like about the guy to BEGIN with, but his behavior just gets worse with every volume and it’s reached it’s apex here. The speech was shitty enough, I spent several paragraphs explaning why, but the rest of his behavior isn’t much better. He abandoned two people who were, for god knows what reason loyal to him and abandoned the band because of some bearded asshole probably encouraging him to.

We also get some telling behavior on Kim’s part. Whlie she’s usually morose around Scott in the face of this both just hang out, it’s plesant. She even smiles when she asks if it’s going to be a regular occurance when he stays with her that night. Granted she brings back her frown soon after, but as has been clear her feelings for him never really went away entirely, and this is the closest the two have been in volumes, just enjoying each others company. It’s also telling that Scott trusts kim with a favor.

We see the favor the next page: Kim hangs out with Ramona.. and Scott marchs in completely on purpose soon after. Granted Kim probably didn’t know THIS was part of the plan, and it’s mildly stupid.. but it DOES show progress for Scott. Keep in mind his usual tactic is “avoid the fuck out of it and hope it goes away’ So ACTUALLY wanting to talk about things and find her again, and not doing it in a creepy way but simply drawing her out with a friend, shows SOME maturlity. It’s still not the most mature.. but with Ramona clearly not wanting him at their place, her work not having a set location as she just picks stuff up and drops it off (And even if she’s picking up packages at the post office we don’t know which one or if there’s multiple and even if we did scott sure as hel l does not), he was out of options. It also WORKS, with Ramona breaking her mopeynesss to laugh and Kim stunned it didn’t just piss her off further.

So we find out what happened with Hollie when Scott brings up jason. She points out they were dating but... welllllllll

Yeah... as you could probably tell I do not like this plot point at all. For one thing we never really got to KNOW Jason, and with him and Hollie getting a little too cozy at the end of the last volume...

It’s clear his ONLY roll in the story was to be there so Hollie could betray Kim in some way. And look I get a LOT in this series happens while we’re not looking, ti’s part of it’s charm. Things not pausing for the side cast is a trope I enjoy: it allows some things to progress faster and allows for some intresting stories when the main cast catches up. Steven Unvierse and Ducktales both used this well as does Scott Pilgrim but all three weren’t immune to someitnes goofing up and taking it too far.

This whole situation is that: Hollie is a character I got attached to: She had a great report with kim, they were really close and she offered her a place to stay when it was clear she was miserable with the four horseman of the bitchpocalypse she lived with. So while having her suddenly heel turn is realistic... it just feels thorughly unsatisfying. We do not see Hollie again after she’s sudeenly derailed, so we never get to see what she’s apparenlty REALLY like or get any explination why this happened. Suddenly Kim’s best friend is a douchebag even though it makes no sense for her character. Just because in real life people can turn out to be really shitty on a dime dosen’t mean it’s a neat thing to READ in a story and it feels like a waste of what was one of the series best side characters. And granted i’ve been through FAR worse treatment of side characters, trust me but this one still blows to this day and if there is a netflix adaptation this either needs to not happen or have actual depth. Seriously Netflix your adapting everything else, get on the bus already.

Scott is GENUINELY apologetic, we’ve rarely seen him this nice but he genuinely feels bad for her.. and unlike Stephen’s thing it’s okay to feel shitty someone got cheated on even if you were a cheater in the past. As I said Stephen wasn’t wrong about how Scott treeted knives.. he just also was trying to take moral high ground which Knives proved he absolutely did not have in seconds.

This triggers Ramona’s glow, the squggly line thing that shows up over her head ocasoinally.. and while Ramona grills Scott... Kim just finally asks what the hells up with her head. Scott’s reaction is “OH good you guys see it too”. Kim does try to show it to ramona but it’s gone by then and she drops it for now and outside encourages her to come to Julie’s latest shitty party.. I mean their miserable but at least it gives thems omething to do

So we get another instalment of “Scott rambles about the X-Men” or New Mutants in this case as we’re talking about Magik, Aka Illyana Rasputin

So for the long version: The X-Men were staying at a creepy temple that Magneto had been working out of beause the mansion was being repaired. Colossus, everyone’s favorite Russian and Deadpool co-star, had his kid sister Illyana with him as Arcade, a ginger maniac assasian whose gimmick is creating elaborate murder theme parks, kidnapped her in a plot to get the x-men to fight Dr. Doom for him. Given this was during the Cold War they coudln’t exactly take her back, so she stayed with the X-Men and her beloved big brother.

So naturlaly the spooky temple decorated in Cthulu’s had a portal to hell in it and an evil and genirc looking fucker named Belasco kidnapped her to a hell dimension known as Limbo> the X-Men went after her as you’d expect and things got WEIRD as due to some complicated and weird time dialition stuff I sitll don’t quite understand there ended up being two copies of the x-men: ours who came in right after, and a second batch who stayed there for about 7-8 years and got warped by Bellsaco’s magic as he killed or changed most of them. As a result Storm became a sorcerer to fight back, Kitty Pryde became some sort of cat creature and Kurt became a creepy evil version of himself. Illyana stayed htere, learned magics from both storm and asshole, learned to fight from cat kitty, and eventually escaped after a lot of horrible bullshit, hardnered and with her soul scarred from it, now a teenager. She joined the New Mutants, the training class of x-men in the comics, soon after. She’s a member agian in present day, one of the great captains of Krakoa, and one of the two co-leaders of Krakoa’s younger mutants, i.e. 20 something to teens and kids.

This is the best of the two scenes as the narrative , or at least Scott’s versions parallels Ramona’s own; Getting taken in by an evil man and feeling tainted by that.

So at the party Ramona runs into Neil whose a dick about it and with some girl. She WAS going to be fleshed out more in the original draft but Brian ended up scrapping it for time, but does regret it. It’s here we get Neil’s face punchingly dickish comment that’s also a massive hint as to Stephen’s sexuality.

Yeah even if Stephen’s been an UTTERLY shitty friend to him.. this was uncalled for even for the late 2000′s. What a prick. I do like the arc of Neil slowly falling apart though getting more and more bitter as his old friends abandoned him casually, especailly Stephen. While his comment was still HORRIBLY unwarranted even with Stephen being a dipshit.

Speaking of assholes we get our last major with Julie who berates Scott for grabbing some booze and brings in the twist. I’m.. i’m not even bothering to give her an insluting and weird nickname. She’s still a HORRIBLE piece of shit, as she brought Scott’s enemies there to try and beat him to death for her own amusment and berated him for getting booze at a party she CLEARLY expected him to come to, but she’s ALMOST gone. Seriously after this she’s GONE for the volume and barely in the rest of the series. So i’d rather celebrate FINALLY having earned my freedom over worrying about her any more than i have to. Cue the music!

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So with that Kyle.. or is it Ken.

But the blonde one needles ramona, giving her her faviorite booze and telling her “this is all just temproary”

So Ramona gets all glowy.. and Kim gets her phone out....

The Universe Fights Back So in a random bedroom Ramona gives up the ghost: SHe DOES know what that is she just can’t tell Kim. Kim accepts it and they share some drinks. Scott, after beheading the douche bros latest science project, joins them and we get a lovely scene of the three drinking and bonding and geneuinely just having a good time. Though Kim DOES mention that she wants to go back to school.. This will naturally be very important.

What’s more important is this scene is ENITRELY while I poly ship these three dum dums. I mean while part of thier hapiness here is their blasted out of hteir heads, it’s also just Kim’s wall sbeing down. She tells the two she loves them, and I think MEANS IT. Not to mention this...

Okay maybe it’s just the two of them but they also love Scott. And again I get htier VERY obviously drunk.. but given Kim and Ramona are clearly actively supressing any bi parts of themselves most of hte time this is telling. The fact Ramona asks kim to sleep in THIER bed, likely with them, is ALSO very telling and Kim only dosen’t because their using sub space. No really that’s the only reason this volume didn’t end VERY diffrently with the three of htem having a three way before the argument coming up.. and possibly fixing said argument by having kim to mediate. I mean I get Scott’s not a big part of this so if you don’t want to ship him with them and just leave them alone that’s fine, ut I like the idea of them as a throuple: they ballance each other out.. and frakly with Scott’s irresponsblity and Ramona’s emotoinal issues they need someone to call them b oth out in the relationship, while these two are two of the only three people in the work i’ve seen Kim take her walls down for. Not even Jason got that, but Jason was also a carboard cutout.

Things take a turn from Kim.. from an almost threesome where she CLEARLY would be getting most of the attention... to two assholes kidnapping her. Now while I don’t like the twins that much their plan for the final act IS actually clever: their the first ones to think to actually use the people Scott cares about.. or anything resembling strategy really. Matt just charged int here, Lucas coudln’t give less of a fuck, Todd just used brute strength like a teletkentic juggernaught, and Roxy DID use some but it was less to actually fight scott and more to get into ramona’s pants again. The twins see Kim clearly still loves Scott, and that while he acts aloff to her sometimes she really is one of his best friends. No really, think about it. Wallace is his BEST friend.. but Kim sticks by him even when he’s shitty, calls him out when needed, and despite her grumpiness is the one who has the most faith in him out of ANYONE. It’s a large point of the volume: she dosen’t bother watching the fights.. because she belivies he’ll win simply because he’s Scott. That’s love right there. The kind of love that gets you kidnapped as part of an elaborate scheme but love nonetheless.

So we then get the scene that’s been coming for five volumes... after having sex, Ramona confronts Scott. While Scott admits he didn’t cheat on her with knvies, the other way around, that’s not better. He admits he’s been trying to forget about it.. and she calls him a bad person. And that. .hits him hard. While he DESERVES scorn for what he did... as he puts it next he’s been trying to change for her. To BE better. And all she sees, and outright confirms is another evil ex in waiting with Scott DESPERATE to prove her wrong and wrongly thinking beating the next three exes will fix this. It’s a VERY hard sceen to watch as while Scott does deserve this.. it’s also hard not to feel bad for him too. It really sums up the character: He is a dick.. but he’s TRYING to be better. He WANTS to be, he just dosen’t know how. And MAN can I relate to that. It dosen’t help that Ramona is clearly projecting her own insecurties about this lasting, about actually being happy and about this really being her life onto him, using this as an easy out after having a month of doubt. Yes Scott did something unbelivibely shitty.. but both are trying to take the easy way out of it instead of genuinely discussing why it’s shitty, what he did was wrong and geniuinely unpacking if this is the end. Ramona clearly wants to bail, and Scott clearly just wants to punch a few guys to make it better. Neither thing will work. They need to work thorugh their issues to work... but neither is capable of that right now. They both want to run from the problem.

This volume is in part about Ramona herself.. and showcasing her OWN flaws.. and like Scott her biggest is that she runs. She wants to escape her past too and both assumed the other would be an easy fix, that by having a good partner they’d be better.. when really their both mildly shitty people who need to make peace with their past and repair the bridges they’ve burnt and flip off the ones not worht reparing instead of running from it all the time. But sadly before both can.. their just gonna run again. Because sometimes fixing yourself is just not that easy.

So the next morning Scott’s heart stops fo ra second when Ramona is seemingly gone.. only for her to instead be in teh shower. But Scott gets a text telling him the twins have Kim and TRIES to tell Ramona.. but she’s in the shower. As a result she’s worried he just ran off... and makes a decision , her hair cut back down after growing it out this volume, a sign of her hapiness.. now gone.

The Glow Part 2 So at an abandoned wherehouse the fight is on. The twins have the advantage in part because Scott is hung over.. something they take offense to.. even though they were THERE last night. He was at a party. They don’t know he teatotles. What state did they THINK he’d be in this morning?

We also find out their origin: as Scott correctly guessed at the end of last volume, Ramona dated them both at the same time and pit them against each other. They found out and vowed to always fight as one.. which means Scott is not only fighting two equally powerful opponents at once, but two who work as a perfct team and double hurricane kick him. They also mentally break him down, pointing out her previous job and how she’s a runner and she’s here to run from her past working for Gideon.

They aren’t but I already went into that so let’s get onto more pressing issues: Scott is not only hung over but now doubting himself and his dumbass plan to beat gideon and magically fix things, while Kim is naturally not happy about being stuck in a cage all night. And while at first she’s genuinely just grumpy as always as it becomes clear Scott has lost hope and the twins are going to win this one her expression is heartbreaking...

After EVERYTHING she still loves him and can’t bear to see him in so much pain... and can’t loose him.. so she gets desperate and claims Ramona texted him to give him hope.

This is one of Kim’s definting moments, the other coming next month. When faced with the person she loves possibly dying.. she lies to him.. so he can surivive. So he can have hope and make it through this.. despite how much it’s CLEARLY KILLING HER to not only tell him someone else loves him but to clealry lie that person loves him, knowing it’ll hurt him more.. but knowing if she DOSEN’T he’ll die. It’s one of the most painful, heartbreaking and beautiful moments in the entire series. It’s why I said earlier while I don’t like the brothers their climactic fight his excellent.. because it is. Their verbal breaking down of Scott is hearbreaking and Kim’s sacrifice equally so.

And before stomping them into coins SCott shows further growth.. by showing he CAN give off a good one liner now...

So Scott beats them and gets Kim out of the cage, worried about her.. but despite having a chance, Kim lets him get on his way to ramona and morsoely wlaks off... while ominously the sign points out this will soon be the Chaos Theater. There’s still one left to go.

But.. it’s sadly not enough. While Scott gives her a heartfelt speech... even if he quotes the song as long as you love me... he dosen’t care who she is.. but Ramona does.. calling herself a bad person.. as she vanishes.... and I cry my eyes out again. God two really heartbreaking scenes in a row sweet jesus this volume will be the death of me.. and not just because i’ts taken so damn long to write this review. And on top of tha the looses the cat and ends up locked out.

World of Ruin:

So yeah if you thought those bits weren’t easy.. it only gets roughter as we see Scott in the aftermath of the breakup. His dream world is now desolate and he’s alone. Now to his creidt as much shit as i’ve given him Stephen didn’t ENTIRELY abandon Scott: he put him up fo rth enight (though he kicks him out after work) and offers to take him to after work drinks. We also see a nice side of Scott’s intimdating boss as she offers her symaptheties at him crying... while he says it’s the onions... he’s transparenlty lying.

Next up is Kim. Though she dosen’t have a couch because Hollie sold it.. which as dickish as she suddenly is it IS her couch as Kim points out.. so yeah Kim and Scott end up sleeping awkardly in the same bed facing away from each other.. and to add another emotional guttpunch at the worst possible time: She’s going back home.

Stacey is even lesss helpful as SCott continues to ask about cats and is unsypantethic about her leaving despite you know, him REALLY not being at the shit talking her stage yet bud. At least we do get to see Stacey in this one I genuinely forgot she was in it.

So at Wallace’s he’s no help either pointing out she might be with someone else because he’s wallace and we meet a guy with Glases.. and in his bad state Scott assumes i’ts gideon. it’s not though. WE finally meet Mobile!

He’s exactly what wallace needs.. a fellow sarcastic asshole.

So next up is Kim’s goodbye.. which once again is really emotinal..a nd not just because my faviorite character is leaving and again, younger me didn’t know this wasn’t forever.. or that she’d be back for a rather huge role next time. But still it’s a damn good scene that shows how far Scott’s come...

While the first part is standard... the second is Scott realizing that she still had feelings for him, clearly given her actions during the fight, and he’d been a right dick this whole time never dealing with it or apolgoizing for his past. Granted he still has a way to go to REALLY apologize for it... but he’s trying and means it. And with her possibly never seeing again.. she needed that. Also her coat is damn cool. I’d say I want one like that btu i’d really prefer one like Scotts complete with x-men patch. Pax Krakoa bitches.

We get a really nice scene after where we meet Scott’s parents! Their also really kind helping him get a new place and move on... and runs into another glasses guy. But this time it’s Laurence! Who he drop kicks.. and then gives a broken bass back to. Eh... i’ve seen worse relationship with siblings honestly. He didn’t murder scott’s friend or plunge a whole galaxy into war or try and murder his daughter. Other Scott’s weren’t so lucky.

So after that awkardness SCott finds the note to gideon which is a break up letter... she never sent. However there’s something more pressing as he gets a call... and you can probably guess given his luck lately who that’s from.

Eh it’s not that murderoius creep but another one.

The end.. is in a few weeks.

Final Thoughts:

As I said I hated Vs the Universe on first read but re-reading it with hindsight and maturity.. it’s damn good. It’s depressing as hell.. but the things it does need to happen to push scott into a bad enough place for the next volume to work, and are natural: Ramona and Kim leaving, The band breaking up, Scott kicking his brother in the face.. all natural things. It hurts, this was a HARD one to write and I only feel the next one will be harder because it’s way longer with less slice of lifey stuff to skim through in my recapping.

But it’s a damn good one, with fantastic art, really gripping scenes, x-men refrenes and a spotlight shone on my girl kim. Even it’s weak spots dont’ hurt it: the twins are only weak by comparison, and still work well enough for the story, pushing ramona into the bad mental place she needs to be for the story to work. Hollie’s thing DID Need to be written way fucking better... but it does push kim into leaving which is CRITICAL for next time. So they aren’t GREAT elements, but they work. The only real other problem I have is knives just.. vanishes after her scene outside of one bit with Stephen, but that I can understand as the book is pretty tightly packed and she gets a fitting sendoff next time anyway. All in all another amazing entry and the perfect warm up for one of the best endings in comics history

Next Time: I said it and I meant it: one of the best endings in comics history as Scott hits on some exes, fights himself and betters himself as he prepares for his finest hour! Will Ramona Come back? Will Kim? Will Julie?... to answer your questions yes yes, and god dammit. Thank you all for reading, see you at the next rainbow.

#scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim vs the world #scott pilgrim vs the unvierse #kim pine #ramona flowers #julie powers #julie power #steven stills #stephen stills #joseph #wallace wells #kyle kyatanagi #ken kyatanagi #gideon gordon graves #gideon graves #stacey pilgrim #mobile #laurence pilgrim #knives chau

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OC ask game? AWESOME! Nr 1, 7, 8 and 17 for Beauty! I love her :)

Thank you so very much for asking about Beauty! I love her too (just as I love all my OFCs)—and there is so much of her backstory that I’ve written but haven’t been able to incorporate into her ongoing story…yet.

1. List five basic facts about your OC.

Yes- her real given name is Beauty. Four brothers preceded her, so that when her mother was expecting, both of her parents were praying for a long elusive girl. When she arrived and her sex revealed, Dad couldn’t help but shout out the first time he saw her, “Ahhh- she’s a real beauty!” – so that the name simply stuck. Her full name is Beauty Sarah Lincoln. In college, and in her professional life, she prefers to go by B. Sarah Lincoln. It saves a lot of odd looks and needing to give an explanation.

Beauty is bright, inquisitive, kind-hearted, and has an impish sense of humor. A life-long lover of books, she was always grade levels above her peers—-some of whom, for obvious reasons, took to teasing her, calling her Belle instead, after the heroine in Disney’s Beauty and the Beast. It bothered her at first, but once her mother explained that ‘belle’ means beauty in French and that comparing her to Belle from the movie was a complement, Beauty wore that moniker with pride.

Naturally, Beauty became a librarian, having earned two bachelor’s degrees; one in Library Sciences, along with one in Early Childhood Education, and her MA in Librarianship. She holds the position of Head Archivist at The New York Public Library in Manhattan—where she eventually met Stephen Strange. She also runs an after-school library programs for children ages 4-7 and 8-12.

Beauty loves to cook and bake, having eagerly helped her mother at mealtimes from before she even started kindergarten. She even considered attending culinary school instead of university, thinking someday she might like to open her own bakery—but her love of literature and books in general, won out. Still, her family and friends enjoy the meals and desserts she makes for them, especially during any holidays.

She is in her early thirties when she meets Stephen Strange. I haven’t factored the five years of The Snap into her age, as I prefer to either write her as meeting Stephen afterwards, or in an AU where it doesn’t occur at all or hasn’t happened yet. If they met before the Blip, she will have blipped too, so her age difference with Stephen remains the same.

6: Describe your OC’s love life.

Beauty has a very romantic, wistful and sentimental nature (honestly, I gave her those qualities because they are mine as well 😉) Even as a teenager, she developed crushes very easily and was never shy about giving her heart away. This has given her plenty of happy experiences and satisfying relationships—as well as a lion’s share of heartbreak (specifically in college and then thru her late twenties)—but she remains optimistic about love and a future where she finally meets the man with whom she’ll spend her life and build a family.

As an adult, Beauty has come to believe in ‘love at first sight’—or at least a very strong infatuation! Stephen is exactly her type-

...she was watching him, surprisingly entranced by the fine crinkles at the corners of his remarkable eyes and the extraordinary angles and planes of his finely chiseled face. Intelligent, well-spoken, exceptionally polite, on top of being tall, dark-haired, and handsome–why she couldn’t remember the last time she’d encountered a man in this hodgepodge of a City that ticked off so many of the qualities on her wish list, and on first impression, no less!

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

–although she hadn’t truly expected to ever meet a man like him…for that was just a thing in books and plays and movies, right? She felt he was exceptional from the first day that they met, wondered about his scars, and was impressed by his respect for the aged and fragile library materials she provided him for some research he was doing—but she never could have guessed that he would turn out to be a real-life, self-effacing Hero. And an absolute Prince among men.

As they started to spend time together, Beauty was very open about her attraction to and feelings for him, although she understood that he was hesitant (especially when she discovered his current vocation in the Mystic Arts as a protector of humanity) and that he was resisting becoming more than friends—surmising that he’d had some heartbreak in his own past, and that he wanted to spare her feelings. But with the same hopeful determination that she relied on to achieve lesser goals, Beauty set about to woo 'her Stephen' with all the talents at her disposal!

7: Describe your OC’s fashion sense.

I selected Zooey Deschanel as Beauty’s face claim, and I imagine her wardrobe very similar to Zooey’s character in The New Girl. Like Jess, she wears glasses at work/when needed.

For her job, she prefers lots of really cute skirts (with tights in cooler weather), soft, feminine blouses, topped with blazers or cardigans. Sundresses in summertime. Beauty enjoys wearing eclectic dresses and costume jewelry she finds at second-hand stores and vintage shops. She wears jeans and capris in her downtime, along with simple tanks and tee shirts—but she owns very few tees with logos on them. She just never cared for them--well, that was until she found out how much Stephen enjoys Pink Floyd and Led Zeppelin, she hunted down some old concert tees at thrift stores and wears them now just to make him smile.

17: How does your OC do during the zombie apocalypse?

Wellllllllll…she’s very smart, but I wouldn’t say that Beauty is equipped with a good set of survival skills. Maybe she would successfully barricade herself and others on the fourth floor of the Library (her domain), block the elevator and fire exits with the emptied vending machines, and wait/hope for a rescue via the roof. Since she’s in charge on her floor, she would takecharge, inventorying the food and water supplies from those machines and from the breakroom refrigerator, etc—and come up with a frugal plan to make them last as long as possible for those trapped with her.

OR…

If stuck at her apartment, she’d have plenty of supplies to last a few weeks on her own. Beauty would be extremely careful about admitting anyone inside her door, while hoping like hell that Stephen was okay and he’d be opening a portal very soon, to take her to the safety of the Sanctum! Either way, she’d never venture outside unless she had no choice.

Of course, if it’s the zombie apocalypse from ‘What If?’, her chances of survival—given that her boyfriend has become a zombie too—don’t look good at all.

Thank you so much for this Ask, Nonny - and for your patience as I answered it. Now I'd love to do the same for my other OFCs. Here's the list again for anyone interested in Asking:

https://sobeautifullyobsessed.tumblr.com/post/678546879472140288/oc-ask-game

#Beauty Lincoln #OFC #doctor strange roleplay #my writing #The Care and Wooing of a Master of the Mystic Arts #A Different Kind of Magic

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rosequartzwriting · 3 years

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December

Pairing: Doctor Strange X Fem!Reader

Description: A short and cozy fic of what December is like at the NYC sanctum | Song Fic! December by Ariana Grande

Warnings: Non

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: Originally posted to Qutoev for Christmas 2019 / Grammar updated

Part of my Dec 2020 Holiday One Shot Schedule/Master List

Masterlist | Fic Reading Recs | Ao3 | Quotev | Coffee

The New York Sanctum had been overtaken by the snow outside, glittering decorations, and the smell of fresh sugar cookies and rich hot chocolate. The foyer was the room that was the most thrown up on by Christmas. The tree was there, tall and covered in rainbow lights and silver decorations. Underneath were stacks of presents for family, friends, and coworkers. The railings on the giant staircase were wrapped in garlands and pine leaves and more strands of lights.

You had also decorated hallways and the library, not leaving the Christmas spirit out of the Sanctum. Stephen had no idea where you got so many decorations, or even how you put them up seemingly overnight at the beginning of the month. You did not tell him, your secrets of your methods hidden and your love for the month of December showing all around the building.

When December comes, I bet you want to

Wrap me all up and take me home with you

See what I look like under them lights

We'll keep it quiet, whatever we do

Currently, you were making your way up the stairs from the kitchen, a tray with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate and a plate of sugar cookies in your hands. You did your best to balance everything, putting the mugs on opposite sides of the tray so the weight was distributed. The challenge of walking up the stairs, however, that was a little harder. You did not want to spill molten hot liquid on yourself or have to go back and make more hot chocolate There was a candy cane hanging inside each mug, you wanted every detail to be pretty and delicious. You resisted the urge to grab one of the cookies and eat it right then and there. But you stopped yourself and continued to make your way up towards the library.

I'm just trying to keep my baby warm through the wintertime

I'm just trying to give you something to remember through the summertime

And whatever is on your list, I'll do it

Boy, whatever it is, you know I'll do it

When you entered the library, the only sound was the crackle from the roaring fireplace and the crinkle of a page-turning in a book. Stephen was sitting on a love seat near the fire, nose deep in the book in his scar-covered hands. The room was so warm, the fire making a cozy atmosphere and blocking out the cold that threatened to come in through the glass of the windows. When he heard you come in, he smiled up from the pages. You did not know if he was smiling at your presence or the food. Probably the food. You sat down beside him, putting the tray down on the small coffee table in front of you.

Merry Christmas, here I am, boy

Gonna love you, gonna give you all I can, boy

Merry Christmas, here I am, boy

I'm the present and you know it, here I am, boy

Merry Christmas, here I am, boy

Gonna love you, gonna give you all I can, boy

Merry Christmas, here I am, boy

I'm the present and you know it, boy

You picked up one of the cookies from the plate, one shaped like a cute little snowman, and took a bite of it. You hummed in content, resting back in the comfy seat and pulling a soft throw blanket over your legs. Right as you were going to take another bite of your cookie, Stephen reached out and quickly snatched it from you. He stuffed it in his mouth before you could react. You playfully slapped him on the arm, to which he responded with that deep chuckle of his that rumbled in his chest.

I'll give you the fire I keep inside

Guide you all the way down, be a night light

Give you the sweetest kiss that you'll taste

Unwrap me now, been waiting since midnight

You rolled your eyes at him but then moved over so you could rest yourself against him. Wrapping your arms around one of his, you leaned your head on his shoulder. You felt him lean into you as well, head resting on top of yours as he continued to read. Making sure he was cozy, you pulled the blanket up over him as well and kissed him on the cheek.

I'm just trying to keep my baby warm through the wintertime

I'm just trying to give you something to remember through the summertime

And whatever is on your list, I'll do it

Boy, whatever it is, you know I'll do it

The two of you sat there together, waiting for the scorching hot chocolate to cool down so you could take a sip to warm yourselves up further. The Sanctum was quiet, the only disturbance was the soft noises of the growing blizzard outside. You both were comfortable in each other's presence, not saying anything but being there for each other. You were there for him. To give him what he needed and wanted this year. Making sure he was not being engrossed in his studies for once, making him rest during the holiday. To keep him warm, to keep him happy, to keep him satisfied.

Merry Christmas, here I am, boy

Gonna love you, gonna give you all I can, boy

Merry Christmas, here I am, boy

I'm the present and you know it, here I am, boy

Merry Christmas, here I am, boy

Gonna love you, gonna give you all I can, boy

Merry Christmas, here I am, boy

I'm the present and you know it, here I am, boy

Stephen would not want to spend the holidays any other way. He had put his studies down, alongside his Sorcerer Supreme and Avengers duties. It was like everything was slowed down so he could have time to spend with you. Christmas day was slowly approaching and he was very excited for you to open the gift he had gotten for you.

It was currently waiting underneath the tree in the foyer. It was a small box, deep blue with a bright red ribbon, sitting on top of a bigger box that had all your favourite chocolates and candies inside. In the small box was a custom made necklace with a pendant in the shape of an eye with an emerald in the centre. He praised himself for being so clever. But he knew you would love it. A reminder of him, a reminder of your time together, and a reminder of how much he loved and appreciated you. He could already see the look on your face, a smile tugged at his lips every time he thought about it.

Every time he passed the tree in the foyer and saw the little box, he questioned how long he had to wait until you could open it. He also could see the presents that were addressed to him from you. But he already had everything he could as for: you by his side and loving him just as much as he loved you.

#doctor strange #doctor strange x reader #doctor strange x you #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange x you #Stephen Strange #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #doctor strange fanfic #doctor strange fanfiction #reader insert fanfiction #reader insert #marvel reader insert

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wiypt-writes · 3 years

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Stark Spangled Forever

One Shot- Out Of My League

Intro: Steve can tell Katie’s feeling a little bit down. But in true Cap style, he’s not gonna give up until he figures out why and a way to make it better….

Warnings: Bad language. NSFW (SMUT!) No under 18s.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

A/N: Someone once commented when reading Stark Spangled Banner that they felt like Katie loved Steve more than he loved her, and that got me seriously doubting the way I had written Steve as that is most certainly not the case. The pair of them are ridiculously in love and Steve is utterly besotted with his girl, and let’s not forget spent fifteen years alone in the past to ensure he could come back to her and live the rest of his days out with the love of his life. Also worth remembering he came back looking like Ari Levinson (it was the 70s) and he kept the beard simply because she liked it…what better declaration of love?!

With this in mind, I asked a few people what they thought and @icanfeelastormbrewing came back with a perfect song which she said she feels en-CAP=sulates (pun intended) Steve’s feelings towards Katie. So I’ve taken a different format to usual and pulled together a Song Based Fic based on a little request from @sweater-daddiesdumbdork for some soft Steve.

Written with Steve’s POV in mind.

The song is Stephen Speaks- Out Of My League. Take a listen, because it’s phenomenally beautiful.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Stark Spangled Forever Masterlist // Main Masterlist

September 2027

It’s her hair and her eyes today That just simply take me away And the feeling that I’m falling further in love Makes me shiver but in a good way

“Hey Pal.” Steve smiled softly, picking his baby son up out of the basinet. Instantly Harry’s soft whimpers died down as he pressed his face into his dad’s shoulder, his soft head nuzzling into the crook of Steve’s neck.

“You hungry?” He asked gently, carrying the six week old baby into the kitchen to grab him a bottle out of the fridge. Once he’d warmed it, checked it, he returned to the sitting room and began to feed him, Harry’s little cheeks working eagerly as he took his milk. Steve watched as his baby boy turned his bright blue eyes onto his and he smiled down at his son, gently adjusting his arms to make sure he was settled comfortably before he glanced up at the clock.

Katie should be back soon from dropping the elder two littles off and Steve was hoping that Rori had decided to get out of the damned car without a full on fight like the one he’d had with her the previous morning. His little Star Spangled Diva really wasn’t happy about the fact she had to go to Nursery when Harry could stay home all day. And she didn’t care when he’d explained to her that Harry was a baby and therefore was too little to go to nursery. She’d screamed and screamed and yelled about the fact that it wasn’t fair but her tantrum had simply made Steve even more determined get her out of the car and through the fucking door. In the end he had carried her in and explained to the familiar members of staff from Jamie’s time there, what was going on.They’d simply smiled at him, told him they’d dealt with worse (he didn’t voice the fact that he seriously doubted that) and he’d set her down on the floor, crouched in front of her and told her to be a good girl and he’d be back in a few hours, leaving her screaming behind him as he walked off. It had almost killed him but he was thankful it was him doing it and not Katie as she constantly doubted her decisions at a mother as it was and he knew that, despite all the teasing Katie did about Rori being Steve’s little Princess, she would be the one that caved and brought her home as she couldn’t bear to leave her behind, screaming.

Both of them loved Rori with everything they had, just the same as all their kids, but Jesus Christ she was the hardest one to deal with out of the lot of them, especially when she didn’t get her own way. Just like her mother, Steve often teased Katie, although he knew that deep down that was a slightly un-fair comparison. Whilst Katie was certainly prone to her little brat moments, she was utterly selfless when it came to the kids and her family and friends, one of the many things he adored about her.

Lucky’s ears pricked up, and his tail started to thump against the rug and moments later Steve heard the door open and shut. She walked into the living room and he instantly frowned at her face, he could see she’d been crying.

“Honey?” He asked, looking at her as she walked towards him, running her finger softly over Harry’s cheek.

“I literally fed him about an hour before I left.” She chuckled, avoiding Steve’s questioning eyes. “You and your damned serum.” Steve watched her as she sat down next to him, tucking her legs under her on the chair, her long hair falling over her face slightly.

“Katie,” he spoke a little more sternly and he saw her take a deep breath and turn her face to him, “what’s wrong? Was she a pain in the ass again?” “No, actually, she was perfect.” Katie smiled. “Got out of the car, walked in, smiled at everyone and headed off to play. I nearly fainted in surprise.” “So why have you been crying?” “I had a baby six weeks ago, it’s just hormones. Honestly, I’m fine.” Steve could tell she was lying, he always could. Her eyes avoided his as she couldn’t ever lie to his face. But whatever it was she didn’t want to tell him so he let it slide.

For now.

“Okay” he said, looking at her. “Anyway, I’ve been thinking, why don’t we head out for the afternoon?”

“Shouldn’t you be prepping ready for going back for your pre-term meetings next week?” She looked at him and he shrugged.

“I’ll catch up.” He said with a smile. “Spending time with you is more important.”

Katie smiled and peered over at Harry who had stopped drinking. Steve gently placed the bottle onto the coffee table and moved Harry so he was over his shoulder, rubbing at his back.

“Anywhere in mind?”

“Well,” Steve looked at her, “we really should get you a new car.”

“Steve, I’m not…” “Just, hear me out,” he said, silencing her. “I’m not asking you to get rid of the Camero, I know how much that car means to you.”

She looked down and took a deep breath. “I know it’s stupid, it’s a lump of metal but…” “Tony got it you, I know.” Steve said softly “But I’m driving it now all the time because you need the Audi for the kids so I thought maybe we should get another one. The Camero can be your little, I dunno, fun car.” “Fun car?” Katie looked at him, smiling as he shrugged.

“Yeah, one that we can snatch a drive in every once in a while when we’re alone. Although I know that hardly happens now.” Katie gave a chuckle, before she shrugged. “Okay, we could go car hunting I suppose.” “And grab lunch?” Steve looked at her.

“Sure.” She nodded before she smiled a little.

“What you thinking?” Steve asked. “How much I loved my range rover that I got for my twenty-first.” A fond look crossed her face. Steve smiled, that had been the car she’d had when he’d first met her, and it had been flatted under the triskelion.

“Yeah, that was a nice car. Why don’t we go and see about getting you another one?”

“Yeah, maybe…” At that point Harry let out a burp and both parents looked at him, Steve giving his head a kiss.

“Here, I’ll take him. You go get showered and then we can head out.” Katie gestured with her arms. Steve gently passed him over and she held him close, his head resting on her chest, his little legs supported by her arms. Steve stood up, dropped a soft kiss to his wife’s lips and then headed up the stairs to get changed.

***** All the times I have sat and stared As she thoughtfully thumbs through her hair And she purses her lips, bats her eyes and she plays with me Sitting there slack-jawed and nothing to say

The car shopping went better than Steve had anticipated. The minute Katie had sat in one of the vehicles in the Range Rover showroom he’d seen her face light up, as she checked all the buttons and the various gadgets the car had, asking the sales man various questions. Forty minutes or so later, after a heavy negotiation during which his wife had almost reduced the salesman to a quivering wreck, they left, Katie having ordered a Firenze red Range Rover Velar. Katie had smiled at the colour, saying it reminded her of Tony’s Iron Man suit, which had made Steve chuckle a little at her confession.

And then she had suggested that they look for a newer car for Steve too. He’d protested at first, as he didn’t think he needed one but she’d shrugged and simply replied ‘when is anything we buy ever really about what we need?’

As a result, they’d swung into the Porsche showroom on their way back in, and an hour later Steve was the owner of a sleek silver Cayenne in a grey-blue colour, with tan leather interior which would be delivered in about ten weeks, not long before Katie’s was due. He’d fallen in love with the model the moment he had sat inside it. It was fancy, well finished, and felt beyond luxurious. And on the test drive he’d taken whilst Katie fed Harry again, it was fucking fast too, which easily satisfied his inner speed-demon.

“Well that was an expensive morning.” Steve grinned as they sat in the small bistro not far from Jamie’s school, Harry once more asleep in his pram as they both studied the menu.

“We’ve had worse.” Katie smiled and Steve snorted, taking a sip of his drink.

“Yeah, okay the house. I’ll give you that.” She smiled and Steve watched her glance through the menu, her hand brushing her hair back behind her ears as she bit her lip and studied the options for lunch. And there it was again, that look on her face, the one he knew meant something was bothering her. Before he had chance to push her further on it the waiter appeared and they placed their order. Steve opting for a pizza, because well he’d eat that stuff every meal of the day if he could, and Katie went for a chicken Caesar salad stating she fancied a change from her usual choice here of Carbonara. Steve waited until the man had bustled off before he reached over the table and gently took Katie’s hand.

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, honestly.” She looked at him, and he sighed, shaking his head.

“You know I can tell when you’re holding back on me. I’ve known you for too long now sweetheart.” She looked down at the table and took a breath, “Steve, I don’t wanna talk about it, not here, not now.”

“Katie…” “Please.” She looked at him, her eyes wide as she shook her head “Don’t.” Steve took a deep breath and sat back, holding his hands up in surrender “Okay, but this is not the end of this conversation.” “Don’t I know it,” she grumbled, giving him a look, “you’re like a dog with a bone when you get going.” “I’ll give you a bone if you want.” He quipped, dropping his voice and leaning over the table. It wasn’t often he made a dirty joke like that in public, but it had the desired effect. Her cheeks flushed and she raised an eyebrow at him, a cheeky grin flitting across her face, whatever worry it was she had forgotten for the moment.

“Steven Grant Rogers.” She sniggered, shaking her head and he shrugged, leaning back in his chair, eyeing her over his beer as he took a sip.

“You don’t want?” He titled his head to the side. “I didn’t say that.” “So you do…”

“Piss off, Steve.” She laughed, making him grin again.

**** ‘Cause I love her with all that I am And my voice shakes along with my hands 'Cause she’s all that I see And she’s all that I need And I’m out of my league once again

“Daddy!” Rori shrieked as Steve walked into the nursery. He smiled as she barrelled towards him and he scooped her up, placing a kiss to her cheek.

“Hey, princess!” He smiled, “You had a good day?” “Yeah we did erm painting and some games and I fallded over but I’m okay.” “She took a tumble when they were outside on the playground.” Sally, one of the nursery assistants advised Steve, passing him an envelope. “It wasn’t anything major, she bumped her knee. She didn’t seem to even notice, or care, but we’re obliged to write it up.” “Thanks.” Steve smiled, taking the report from her and tucking it into his pocket. He wasn’t worried, she was like her brother in that respect. The half of her that was him was her robustness to general knocks and tumbles and germs, thanks to the serum. He placed her down on the floor and told her to collect her things, watching as she headed over to the little peg that contained her small pink backpack and her jacket.

“How’s the little one?” Sally asked and Steve turned to her, smiling.

“He’s great.” Steve beamed. “Such a placid baby, in comparison to the other two anyway, certainly her.” He added with a nod towards Rori. Sally chuckled. “Yeah, a lot of parents say that the youngest ones are often the easiest. I think it’s because as Parents you relax a little more and they feel it. You should tell Mrs Rogers to bring him in one morning, we’ve not met him yet.” “I will.” Steve smiled, nodding as Rori came back. He gently helped her put her jacket on before he stood up, thanked the staff again and led her outside to the car.

“Where’s momma?” Rori asked.

“She’s at home with Harry. We just gotta go pick Jamie up and then we can go home.” “Okay.” she said. She fell silent for a moment before she suddenly chirped up again. “Daddy, my knee hurts.”

Steve glanced down at her sceptically as he opened the car door. “Does it? Or are you just angling for sympathy?” Rori pondered for a moment before she grinned. “Sympathy.”

Steve snorted, she was honest at least. He sat her in her car seat in the back of the car, buckling her in before he pressed a kiss to the knee she was pointing at. “Better?” “Yes, fankoo.” “You’re welcome.” He smiled, shutting the door and heading to the driver’s side to climb in. He drove the few blocks to Jamie’s school, pulling into the pick-up area and nodded to the staff member who was on duty. Jamie waved and Steve had to snort at the state of him. His tie was completely wonky, his jacket was open, shirt untucked… typical seven year old boy. He shot over to the car as Steve climbed out, opening the trunk so he could stick his rucksack in the back before he moved to give his dad a quick hug.

“Had a good day, Son?”

Jamie nodded and climbed into the car, sitting on the booster in the front. Steve clipped him in and then made to head home.

“Guess what me and Momma did today.” Steve looked at Jamie as he pulled out of the school grounds and onto the road.

“What?” “Bought two new cars.” “What did you get?” Jamie grinned

“Well, Momma got a range rover, a red one. And I got a Porsche.” “Cool.” Jamie nodded his approval. “Is momma happier now?”

Steve frowned. “What makes you ask that, buddy?” “When we dropped Rori off before she got upset.”

“Did she say why?” “She told me when we walked back to the car that it was just her feelings from having Harry.” Jamie shrugged.

Steve pondered for a moment, his thumb tapping on the steering wheel before he turned to his son again. “Did she speak to anyone when you dropped Rori off?” “Just Sally.” Jamie shrugged. “There were some other ladies there but Momma didn’t speak to them.”

“Okay, well, don’t worry about it.” Steve nodded to assure the boy. He knew Jamie hated seeing his mother upset. “She’s fine, like she said, just her feelings from Harry.” They drove home, Steve chatting to Jamie and Rori as they went but his mind was still on his wife. He knew now that whatever was bothering her had to be something to do with Rori’s nursery, or something that had happened when she had dropped her off.

And it gave him an angle to approach her with.

In typical fashion, the kids shot into the kitchen and Katie greeted them both with a smile from where she had been stood preparing their dinner. The two of them began instantly gabbling away, both filling her in about their day and Steve leaned on the doorway, watching as his wife talked to both of them, crouching down to look them both in the eyes as they thrust various pieces of paper at her. He loved watching her interact with their children, it was simply something he found astonishing how easy it came to her. Being a mother had highlighted every single trait he found so damned attractive about her even more and it lit a fire in his belly every single time he saw it. She glanced up at him and he gave her a smile, pushing off the door frame and walking into the room, passing Harry who was still asleep in the basinet in the corner of the room.

“He not woke up?” Steve asked and Katie shook her head.

“We’re gonna suffer for that tonight.” She sighed and Steve chuckled, dropping a kiss to her cheek.

“Jamie,” he turned to his son who’s hand was sneaking up onto the counter next to Katie to grab a piece of cheese she had been grating. Jamie grinned at his dad as he popped into his mouth with a shrug. Steve rolled his eyes, smiling, “go change pal, get out of your uniform.”

“Okay.” he agreed, heading out of the kitchen.

“I change too, daddy?” Rori looked at him.

“You don’t need to.”

“But I want to.” She folded her arms and Steve looked at Katie who gave a snort as they both observed their little Diva.

“What do you want to change into?” Steve asked, picking her up.

“Bumble bear.” “You wanna wear your bear onesie?”

She nodded.

“Alright, come on.”

He held his hand out to her and she took it, the pair of them heading upstairs. Fifteen minutes later, both kids were settled in the den, the pair of them looking at a jigsaw puzzle. Telling Jamie that he was on ‘big brother’ duties, basically an instruction to be careful and keep Rori out of mischief as much as he could, he headed into the kitchen to find Katie now wiping down the counters, a pasta bake in the oven.

“Jamie said you were upset this morning after you left the nursery.” Steve’s arms wrapped around his wife from behind and he felt her still slightly “Come on, Doll, what’s been eating you all day?”

“Nothing, I’m just being stupid.” She shrugged, turning in his arms to look at him.

“Katie,” his voice was stern and he lowered his head slightly, his eyebrows raising as he gave her a look that instructed her to tell the truth.

With a sigh she lowered her head and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I just overheard a few of the moms talking that’s all, I don’t think they realised I was behind them. It’s no big deal.” “What were they saying?” “They just,” Katie took a deep breath, “they made a comment about Rori and how like me she looked, and then one of them said or at least how I used to look anyway.”

Steve frowned, staying silent and waiting for her to finish.

“Then they kinda laughed and said that I’d certainly ‘let myself go’ a little after the latest one,” she raised her hands and framed the offending three words with phrase marks by bending the index and middle fingers on each hand forward twice in symmetry.

Steve fought hard to keep his face straight and not display they anger he was feeling inside. Fuck, he loved this woman, and the thought of anyone saying something so damned cruel it would upset her made him furious.

“They manage to look all neat and tidy for the school run and I,” Katie shook her head, “it’s all I can do to make sure my top is on the right way round.

“Honey,” Steve shook his head, “we have three small kids, all who need breakfast and dressing in the morning, and one of whom is barely six weeks old.” “Yeah I know, and I know I need to give myself time but,” she shrugged, “you know that each time I’ve been pregnant I’ve kept some weight somewhere.” “So?” Steve frowned

“I don’t know, I guess I just miss being the size I was. It doesn’t matter, I told you, I was being stupid.” She shook her head. “I’ll get over it.”

Steve looked at her for a second, his head cocked to one side. Whilst it was true that post Jamie her hips had remained slightly larger as had her chest. And the added curve to her ass hadn’t completely been there before she’d had Rori, but her stomach had returned to being fairly flat post both of their previous kids, even if it wasn’t a washboard of muscle like it had when she was at the peak of her SHIELD or Avenging days. Her waist had remained fairly small and all of this had simply given her a killer hourglass figure he fucking loved, and one that he’d noticed various other men casting approving glances over on more than one occasion.

And yes, now six weeks after giving birth she was still carrying extra baby weight over and above all that but Steve frankly didn’t’ give a shit. She was gorgeous to him, and always would be.

“Well I don’t miss it.” Steve looked at her, his hands falling to her hips as he pulled her closer. “Sweetheart, before Jamie you were tiny, it’s skewing your perception. I could practically connect my hands around your waist.” She looked at him as he continued, to speak, shaking his head. “We’ve both changed, as you told me not long ago.”

“But it looks good on you.”

“Yeah, and having our babies looks good on you, too.” He pressed and she gave a soft smile, looking at him. “Just don’t think on it please, I love you. I always will. You know this.” “I know, sorry, like I said, I was just having an off day and,” she nuzzled into his chest as his strong arms wrapped around her back, “I guess the hormones kinda made it worse.”

“Well I’ll make it better later.” He grinned, leaning down to kiss her.

“Yeah, you finally gonna give me that bone?” She snorted and he laughed.

“Damned right…” he muttered, his lips brushing hers lightly. “My baby momma…” ******

It’s a masterful melody When she calls out my name to me As the world spins around her she laughs, rolls her eyes And I feel like I’m falling but it’s no surprise

Steve’s hands were all over his wife as she sat, straddled over his lap on the sofa. After putting the kids to bed they’d been cuddled up watching a film, and he’d simply been watching her sat there, playing with her hair, biting her thumb, and then his self-control had finally snapped and he had pulled her onto his lap with one aim only.

His mouth trailed soft kisses up her neck to that spot behind her ear as his fingers began gently undoing the buttons on the front of the plaid shirt she was wearing, the shirt that as ever belonged to him. He opened them slowly one by one and Katie moved her head to catch his mouth with hers, her tongue sweeping over his bottom lip. He obliged, opening his mouth, his own tongue dipping into hers with smooth strokes as he gently reached the last button of the shirt and pushed it down over her shoulders, where it dropped to the floor.

His forehead pressed to hers and he looked down at her, giving a soft groan as his hands gripped her hips pulling her down further onto his lap, grinding up against her through his sweats. He was rock hard already, the sight of her sat on front of him was enough to make him lose his mind completely.

“You’re beautiful.” He mumbled, his lips grazing over her collar bone as one of his hands slid up her body, where it gently began to knead at her bra clad breast, softly teasing her nipple beneath the lace. He knew she was tender there, and he couldn’t go to town on them as much as he would like to but that was another thing that fucking turned him on so much. The fact that she was nursing his baby son, knowing that her body was nurturing him was so goddamned fucking amazing it had him low key horny all the time.

“Off…” She mumbled against his lips, hands grabbing at the bottom of his T’shirt and Steve sat forward slightly to allow her to pull it over his head and her hands ran through his hair, down his now bare back and up again, before she gently cupped her face with her hands, the pads of her fingers gently pressing into the whiskers of his beard as she leaned down for another kiss. Steve’s large hands flattened on her back, pulling her closer to him, their chests pressed together, lips locked deeply. Once more Steve titled his hips, causing Katie’s breath to catch in her throat and she pulled away slightly to look at him, Steve’s own breathing hitching slightly at the look of love and adoration his wife had on her face. One he knew he was mirroring completely.

Tilting his hips slightly, he raised them both easily off the sofa, and Katie instantly worked his sweats and boxers down over his slim waist. Without another second of hesitation he moved her panties to one side with one hand as he grasped his achingly hard cock in the other as Katie gently positioned herself before she sank down slowly onto him giving a soft mewl as he filled her, his hands returning to her waist once she had taken him in completely. With a grunt of his own, he held her still for a moment, before he bucked his hips upwards, Katie meeting him as she pushed down, tilting her hips so he was driving up against her spot. They found a rhythm, easily, as always. It was a well-worn dance between the pair of them after so many years together but a dance that Steve would never get tired of. Every single time it felt just as good as the last, and as Katie rolled her hips slightly, moving her forwards an inch Steve’s head fell back against the back cushions on the sofa, his hands cradling her close.

“Feel so fucking good,” he praised, his hips slamming upwards again, her moans of pleasure filling the room as she pushed downwards. He leaned forward, his mouth gently pressing kissing to her sternum and throat and she gave a shudder, rotating her hips urgently as Steve continued to push up and greet her movement for movement.

“Stevie…I’m…” she panted softly, her head falling forwards to catch his mouth and he felt her twitch around him, meaning she was close. His hands snaked into her hair, holding her face still as he kissed her hard, hips snapping forwards. With a soft cry, she stilled slightly, her moans flowing into Steve’s mouth as he felt her fluttering around him as she came and he wasn’t far behind. He pushed up, thrusting through her orgasm before he reached his own, with a groan that bubbled from his chest, his eyes closing in utter bliss as the feeling overwhelmed him. They both sat still for a moment, utterly spent, Steve’s hands skating up his wife’s back as she gave a soft hum of contentment, her head resting against his.

Steve gently pulled back, his hand tilting Katie’s chin up gently so he could kiss her again, soflty, and he smiled against her mouth, before Harry gave a shrill cry from the cradle in the corner of the room, reminding them of something that they had both forgotten during the last blissful fifteen minutes of pure lust and passion. They weren’t just Steve and Katie anymore, they were Momma and Daddy.

And Steve wouldn’t change ANYTHING about that for the world.

*****

'Cause I love her with all that I am And my voice shakes along with my hands 'Cause it’s frightening to be Swimming in this strange sea But I’d rather be here than on land

The next morning they altered their routine slightly. Jamie was dropped at school first and then Steve drove to Nursery to drop Rori off, complete with Harry so the staff could meet him for the first time. Steve kept a careful watch on his wife as she got out of the car, smoothing her hair back slightly as she helped Rori out, the pair of them making their way through the gates and into the building. Steve followed behind, the car seat containing Harry in his hand.

Once inside, Rori bounded off to see her friends and the nursery staff immediately crowded around Harry as Katie smiled and Steve gently placed the seat on the main desk. Katie lifted him out and handed him to Sally who beamed and gently took him in her arms.

“Oh, Mrs Rogers,” she looked at Katie then to Steve, “Sir, he’s beautiful,” she beamed, rocking him slightly as Harry’s hands gently fisted in the air, his eyes focussed on the older woman as she smiled at him.

“Just like his Momma.” Steve’s arm curled round Katie as he pressed a kiss to her head. She nudged him with her elbow as she flushed slightly.

Once the staff had all finished preening over Harry, Katie made sure he was secure in his seat again and they both made their way back outside. Steve clipped the seat back onto the base in the rear of the car and then stood up, glancing over the top of the door at Katie but she wasn’t looking at him. Instead, her eyes were watching something behind him and he turned to see two women as they walked down the sidewalk towards them, both of them leading a child each. Instantly he noticed his wife’s demeanour change as she tugged at the bottom of her top, pulling it away from her body and it didn’t take a genius to figure out who those women were.

Hell, no. Not on his watch.

Ignoring the surge of anger in his stomach he shut the door to the car gently and without a word grabbed his wife and pressed his lips to hers. It took her a moment to respond, he’d surprised her that much, but she smiled against his mouth as he kissed her deeply, his hands sliding down to give her ass a quick squeeze.

“What was that for?” She asked a little breathlessly as he pulled away, pressing his forehead to hers.

“Do I need a reason?” He smiled.

“No, suppose not.” She grinned, patting his chest. “Come on, we never had breakfast before and I’m starving.” She moved away from him and Steve opened the passenger door for her to climb in. Shutting it softly he turned and saw the two women looking at him. He raised an eyebrow challengingly, his hands dropping to his buckle.

“Morning.” His voice remained neutral but carried that undertone of a challenge, in the way he always managed when slipping back into Captain mode.

“Err, good morning, Captain…errr… Mr Rogers.” One of them spoke, smiling. “I’m not sure what you go by now.” “Neither am I.” He shrugged simply “Bur Mr Rogers is fine, thanks. Reminds me I’m married. And who doesn’t want to be reminded they’re married to the most beautiful gal on the planet huh?” He smiled broadly. “Even if some people think she looks a little different now from when we first met…”

The smile on both their faces slipped a little and Steve levelled them both with a look, leaving them in no uncertain terms as to what he was saying and had to fight the smirk that was threatening to spread on his face as he could tell instantly that he had embarrassed them, which had completely been his intent. Both women flushed a deep shade of red and they both hastily bid him good-day as they bustled up the path towards the main door.

Steve climbed into the car, and Katie turned to him.

“You’re such a bitch.” she smirked, and he looked at her, not even attempting to pretend he didn’t know what she was talking about. He was busted, but he didn’t care.

“Well they shouldn’t be trash talking my wife.” He shrugged. Katie shook her head gently before she leaned over to give him a soft kiss.

“Still going all protective over me, huh Soldier?” “Always.” He nodded as she pressed her lips gently to his again. Smiling, she tucked her hair behind her ears before they both settled down and Steve snapped the car into drive, pulling off into the steady stream of morning traffic.

Yes she’s all that I see And she’s all that I need And I’m out of my league once again

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