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kuroecchy · 8 months

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Oh and the pic in the list are not mine, I just found the pics from pinterest

fair warning the theme i chose for my october thingy(?) is completly randome so I have nothing planned for any of them.

English is not my first language.

DAY 1 - "Beautiful"

They were being ridiculous again. Tony Didn’t really care though, Obie had been warning him to be more mindful about what he does cuz it affects the company image or something.

Why should he care what others think? He had been a failure ever since he was born anyways, Howard had made sure he knew that.

Then there was Rhodey. Tony loves his best friend but sometimes it gets suffocating. The young man knows that his friend is only doing it out of genuine care for him but Rhodey doesn’t understand what he’s been through - what he’s going through.

Tony took another chug at the bottle he brought with him from the bar. His body is cold but he’s too out of it to care.

He continues to walk.

He… he doesn't know where he's going. He just needed to get away from them, from his responsibilities, from the fact that his parents - mother - had died, from the fact that Jarvis had died. He just- needed to get away.

His mind kept on going and he just needed it to just- STOP

He was panting without even realizing it. He was out of breath from the walk in the cold.

He tried to calm his breathing down, he looked around the empty road. There were only street lights that accompanied him, a few parked cars, and the falling snow.

It was then that he realized he was lost. He had left in such a hurry that he didn't bring anything with him other than the bottle of wine he's holding. Hell, he's not even dressed for winter.

The cold is starting to seep into his numb senses. Breathing somehow feels like a chore now.

Maybe- maybe he should sit down and- he inelegantly dropped to the ground.

He clutched his head, it's gonna be hell tomorrow morning.

He didn't know how long he'd been there when he heard the sound of crunching snow against boots.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Argh…" he rubbed his tired eyes and looked at the source of the voice.

He was stunned, it was a pair of the most beautiful aquamarine eyes he has ever seen.

The teen waved a hand in front of the older's eyes. Not that Tony noticed it much, he was too busy gawking at the beautiful eyes.

"I'm guessing, not." The teen spoke at Tony's silence.

Perhaps it was because of the alcohol or the fact he was or maybe it was both but he spoke his thoughts out loud, "beautiful."

It was then that the other blushed, or maybe it was the cold. Tony didn't care, he found it cute.

"R-right" the teen stuttered, "you're drunk and you can't stay here with the kind of clothes you're wearing, you'll get hypothermia and I don't want that in my conscience."

He extended his gloved hands and waited a few seconds and after Tony didn't react he spoke, "C'mon we're staying near here right now. You can stay at our place for the night. Then when you're no longer drunk you can find your way home."

He was taken back that the other didn't think he was homeless, he's out in the streets with ruffled clothing and under prepared winter clothing.

He supposed the other saw his confused state. The other simply shrugged.

"Your clothing looks to be of good material and you're holding a bottle of wine based on the smell, I don't think a homeless person would be able to buy those unless you stole them, though I don't think that's the case."

Tony blinked a few moments and the other seemed to be hesitating on saying something before he made up his mind.

"...and your eyes and expression… it's the expression of someone who's tired and just wanna get away from everything…"

And that's it. Tony knew that the teen wouldn't ask what happened and in exchange, he wouldn't ask the other how the teen seems to be so familiar with such an expression.

Silence stood between them. Tony couldn't stand the silence so he broke it with a bit of gallows humor.

"Heh, planin ta be Sherlock Holmes by any chance?" He slurred.

The teen huffed and the heavy atmosphere vanished. He extended his hand again and this time Tony took it.

Tony laughed, "oh c'mon, it was funny okay."

The other rolled his eyes.

"Oh and I'm Stephen by the way,"

Tony grinned, "and you can call me Tony."

They walked on the empty road together. Tony leaning on Stephen as a support. Still smiling as they walked off.

Snow falls around them. A quiet night follows them and a new possibility opens for the two young men.

~ THE END ~

This is my first time writing something like this and I honestly feel a bit disappointed at how it turned out.

I know it could've been much better then this and how it should've been a bit more centered at the theme

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hithertoundreamtof23 · 7 months

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Whumptober day 4

Prompt- Shock

Rating- G

Young Stephen Strange and his sister, Donna, help their father put up an electric fence.

#whumptober2023 #no.4 #shock #fanfic #doctor strange #hurt stephen strange #electric fence #young stephen strange #Donna strange #electrocution #hurt/comfort

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funkylittlebidiot · 1 year

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Rhodey: what's got the 9yo so pissy?

Tony: We won't allow Harley into the lab.

Rhodey: Okay... Tony: he's trying to help NASA land on Mars. Rhodey:

Tony, rolling his eyes: he's just doing it out of spite

Stephen: Usually we'd encourage that kind of behavior but he's getting whiny about it

#ironstrange #harley keener #tony stark #stephen strange #doctor strange #iron man #marvel #mcu #incorrect quotes #rhodey #james rhodes #source: young sheldon

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eohoppeofficial · 4 months

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Stephen Tennant, Bright Young Thing, 1922.

©E.O. Hoppé Estate Collection.

#stephen tennant #bright young thing #lgbt #queer #kilt #sweater #benediction #siegfried sassoon #strange pleasures #e o hoppe #dorien leigh #unspeakably queer #androgyny

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fanartka · 3 months

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Young Strange.

Maybe university time

#doctor strange #stephen strange #doctor stephen strange #young strange #morning strange #morning #ai art #ai doctor strange #ai #ai watercolor #homely strange

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marvelflame2010 · 9 months

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Stephen: *standing outside the bathroom door* America, we have to go! Come out!

America: I'm a lesbian!

Stephen: Not what I meant, but I support you!

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paradoxicwashere · 9 months

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Found this ol Doctor Strange and Spider-Man comic I made over a year ago. It's goofy and silly but I'm still proud of how fast I made it :)

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captaindanvers89 · 4 months

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Imagine Carol, Clint, Sam, Stephen and Scott picking up the kids from a mission:

Carol: So how did the mission go? Please tell me you didn’t get injured again because your mom will definitely kill me this time

Kamala: Ehh it went well, I think.

Clint: Then why is Kate limping?

Cassie: Because she thought it was a good idea to throw herself off a roof

Carol: She what‽

America: Yeah, Bishop thought she had a line attached to her

Kate: In my defense…I was distracted and I thought

Sam: Is it a code green? or code red?

Kate sighs: You think she’d care?

Clint; You’re on your own kid.

He leaves

Stephen already portalling out with America: C’mon kid, we better leave before it gets messy

They quickly exit.

Scott: Cass, call Alexandra, we’re leaving

Cassie to Kate: Good luck, see you tomorrow?

Kate: Maybe

Cassie and Scott leave on their ants.

Kamala: I think I hear my mom calling

She quickly leaves. Sam tries to leave but Carol catches him by the back of his suit.

Carol: If I have to deal with her; you have too

Sam: But—

He’s interrupted when the door is kicked open and Yelena rushes in, enraged. Kate pales.

Kate: I can explain

Alexei rushes in: I HAVE FIRST AID KIT!!!

Kate; You called him‽!

Yelena: Of course I did. Mama’s busy so papa’s gonna fix you up

Kate: You did this on purpose, didn’t you?

Yelena: Of course

Then she turns to Carol and Sam: Now, tell me who do I punch first?

Carol pushes Sam in front of her and runs off

#yelena x kate #yelena belova #carol danvers #kate bishop #hawkeye #black widow #captain marvel #young avengers #america chavez #stephen strange #cassie lang #ant man #scott lang #kamala khan #ms marvel #clint barton #sam wilson #captain america

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n2xou-of-the-fandom · 1 year

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Slytherin gang be like

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amagicdoctor · 3 months

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oh naw

#doctor strange #young avengers #tommy shepherd #marvel comics #earth 616 #meme redraw #blog art #stephen's strange family

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musclesandhammering · 8 months

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“Sorcerers who’ve been practicing and perfecting their craft for literal years are humiliated and outdone by a young pretty white girl who was magically born with all the powers the rest of them had to work for” has got to be the worst trope in fantasy movies.

#I’m talking about The Craft specifically #Nancy and her coven should’ve killed Sarah and that’s it on that ☕️#im also talking about Wanda fucking maximoff #Stephen strange and the folks at kamar taj etc etc should’ve obliterated her in like 72 seconds #pretty young while girl sickness is such a problem in our society I fear #fantasy #fantasy movies #the craft #marvel #mcu #anti wanda maximoff #so essentially the message is #it doesn’t really matter how hard you work #other coded character must comply and be subservient to the wet blanket conformist characters #or they will be crushed and vanquished and defeated while ms pumpkin spice latte gloats over their bodies #got it

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hithertoundreamtof23 · 1 year

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The Ice Beneath Your Feet

[Young Stephen Strange’s POV of Donna’s Death] Can also be found on ao3.

The lake is now sparkling with a cover of ice. Mom and Dad said to be careful when playing on the lake, but what could be so harmful about a frozen lake? It’s so solid and big compared to our small bodies. I’ve read many informational books about water freezing, and the weight of us isn’t big enough to break the strong mass below us.

I slip and slide until I get a few meters from the bank. I glance to both sides of me, fearful when I don’t see Donna. My worst fear is losing her. I am her big brother, after all.

I turn around abruptly to see that she is having trouble getting onto the lake.

“It’s okay Donna, I won’t let anything happen to you,” I tell her.

She takes a tentative step and slips, sliding onto her belly. Her eyes widen in shock.

“You look like a pengweng!” I’ve always struggled saying “penguin”, but I know that humor will brighten up the situation.

She laughs; whether at my pronunciation or the joke, I’ll never know.

“I bet I can run faster than you!” She retorts.

“No you can’t!”

My mother calls it “Strange stubbornness” for a reason.

I’ve always loved competing with her because I know I’ll win every time. I stretch out my long legs and bound after her, giggling as I go. I catch up to her quickly. She turns around, squealing when she sees how fast I’m gaining up on her.

As she turns around, she trips, cracking the delicate ice until it looks like a lightning bolt She is able to catch herself from falling, but that doesn’t stop the expanding spider web of ice.

The web has caught its prey.

Every second seems to take minutes. I manage to stop running, but the momentum sends me flying onto the ice on my hands and knees, about a yard from Donna.

My weight widens the crack even more, causing a sharp cracking sound to fill the air. She looks at me in terror as if to say, “Stephen I need you to keep me strong like you always do.”

“It’ll be okay, Donna. Keep your eyes fixed on me.”

Whether it is reassuring her when our parents argue or giving her a bandaid when she gets a scrape, I am always there to help her. However, this situation isn’t one that can be fixed with a bandaid.

All I can do is watch in horror as the ice gives way beneath her.

Still on my hands and knees, cold water splashes over my body, sending a chill through my arms and legs. Donna thrashes, screaming for me to save her. Her little arms are no match for the freezing water which is pulling her under. Each scream allows more water to enter her mouth, slowly filling her lungs. Afraid to move, I reach out my hand for her to grab, but the cold water is forcing her eyes shut.

“Donna!” I scream, frantically trying to get her to calm down so she can crawl out of the freezing hole.

She continues to flail her arms and kick with her legs, trying anything to satisfy her desperation for air. Her futile attempts to receive oxygen result in horrid, animalistic gasps.

Not being able to just sit there and watch the frightening scene in front of me, I tentatively crawl to the edge of the hole where Donna is still struggling. I am able to hook my arms under hers and lift her, but not before my legs plunge into the frigid water. I whisper to Donna to stop moving so I can just hold her with one of my arms, while the other one lifts us out of the water. My little limbs shake against the weight being put on them, but the adrenaline of the moment allows me to lift us both out of the water and onto the ice. I don’t stop to catch my breath, instead, I continue to drag her until we are both as far away from the dangerous black hole as possible.

Now on the safe, icy grass of the bank, I look down at Donna to tell her how close that was and boast about how I am always there for her. Rather than seeing grateful eyes though, I see worried eyes looking at me desperately as she wheezes. She needs air, but I don’t know how to make her breathe. I try to do what they do in movies by putting my hand on her chest pushing down repeatedly, but it isn’t helping. I even try the disgusting mouth-to-mouth method, but the wheezing hasn’t stopped.

“Mom! Dad!” I try screaming, but I know they are inside cleaning the house. I told them we didn’t need supervision. I-

There is no way they will hear us, so I know it's up to me to save her. Pondering what to do next, I realize that the weezing has stopped. Relief fills me as I turn around. Only she isn’t better. Her fearful eyes have glassed over, and her chest is no longer rising and falling. She must be trying to scare me, right?

“Donna, this isn’t funny.”

She doesn’t even blink.

She’s always been good at staring contests.

“Donna, you can blink now, you win.”

Fear increases in my chest.

“Donna, wake up, please,” I notice how concerned my voice sounds.

I shake her to wake her up. She’s just taking a nap right?

“Mom! Dad! Donna won’t get up,” I scream on the top of my lungs, my voice cracking.

Death isn’t like movies. There is no foreshadowing and no crescendo of sad music. There is no second chance or hope of going back in time. Oh, how I wish we could go back in time! No, there is only sadness, instantaneous, all-consuming sadness.

Now I am fully sobbing, pleading for Donna to wake up. She can’t be gone, she’s too young. Dying is only for old people or super heroes, not childish sisters.

I should have been able to save her, why couldn’t I save her? The tears roll down my cheeks as I gasp for air, making sounds similar to those Donna made when drowning.

Despite the freezing water on my pants paired with the punishing wind, I cannot motivate myself to get up. I don’t deserve to get up. Why wasn’t I the one who drowned?

It is a very long time until my parents finally come looking for us, curious about our whereabouts. When they see Donna’s limp body, they join my sobbing. Mom screams, a sound more befitting a dying goat.

“Why did you just sit here?” my mom shrieks. I can’t face myself to tell her that I tried. I couldn’t save Donna. I’m a horrible brother. It’s all my fault.

Right then I made a vow. I will never do harm or be the reason someone dies again.

#My writing #also on ao3 #Stephen strange first person #Donna strange death #Tw: guilt & brief suicidal thoughts #Angst #Young Stephen strange #Doctor strange #stephen strange

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comicbooksaregood · 1 month

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