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hanasnx · 9 months ago

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❝ incendium. ❞

── stephen glass x reader

MINORS DNI 18+ WORD COUNT: 3.3k SUMMARY: when a lie snowballs out of stephen's control, you swoop in for unorthodox damage control. NOTES: sorry i posted with the wrong title at first | wrote most of this over a year ago, so the style is a bit different, but stick with it trust me | if you say "part two" in the comments, you better come into my inbox with an actual plot or idea that will fit this "au" WARNINGS: f!reader | editor-in-chief!reader | suggestive content including sex and porn mentions so no minors still cos i dont want them on my page ever | deceit | inappropriate contracts.

When you’re the Editor-in-Chief for the biggest magazine of the year, you’ll have a couple thousand rumors spread about you. You wouldn’t pretend that its source wasn’t jealousy that drove poor opinions of you to circle the sandbox. It’s child’s play really, the way sparks of lies catch ablaze to spread like a dry forest’s fire. You’ve always imagined the end of the world to begin and end with a great flood— it was a blue planet after all. With that comforting metaphor, a measly incendium left you unbothered.

You didn’t have a free moment in your schedule, and it had been like that for months. Being in charge meant shouldering the work of the workers underneath you, and it often meant taking some home with you— work, not workers. Speaking of which, you’d wish you’d find somebody decent to take home. Unfortunately, a relationship really didn’t fit into your hectic calendar.

It was nice to have a personal assistant. She took care of the unimportant things for you, while you got to work on time and started on your bulleted list in order of priority. Said assistant, Maddy, sat at a desk outside your office, and when she entered to drop off your coffee she picked up, you seized the opportunity to inquire her knowledge on number one on your list.

Maddy hummed questioningly as you waited, blinking at her over your reading glasses. “Oh!” She clapped her hands together once her memory was jogged. “The New Republic ran something a little detrimental to our brand. Our CEO’s legal team reached out to me to ask you to handle it before they had to step in. The last thing they want is a lawsuit—“ she rambled on and you held up your hand, quieting her. Upturning your palm to invite her to hand you TNR’s piece that supposedly mentioned this company.

Maddy read your mind, spryly collecting the paper to place in your possession.

It took seconds for you to scan it, creasing your brows in response to its misinformation. Maddy studied your reaction to its error. For you, this was not a matter of opinion, it was a matter of fact, and required your addressment.

“Get Chuck on the phone, I want his earliest appointment.”

STEPHEN GLASS moistened his lips as he furiously typed up his latest story, anxious to meet the deadline with a particularly difficult article. His coworker Caitlyn swung in by his door frame. “Yo, Steve, Amy and I wanted to head to the bar after work today. You free?” Caitlyn had figured out the best way to ask him if he wanted to hang out was to put as little pressure on it as possible. He reminded her of a chihuahua…consistently shaken.

Stephen glanced her way but continued typing. “Yeah? Got it… maybe…” he drawled dreamily, and she concluded he wasn’t entirely listening.

Inviting herself inside, she slumped into one of his cold, blue, faux leather chairs. “What are you working on anyway?”

“The Gainsmen piece. I was supposed to have it done already but it got buried.” he responded, eyes glued to the screen as if hypnotized. His hand blindly fumbled for his pen off to the side, like a good friend Caitlyn leaned over to slide the utensil into his fingertips. He banged the end of it against the meat of his thigh, revealing the ink tip so he could scribble some sort of note on his pad, all without ripping his pupils off the growing lines on the monitor. His coworker had never seen him so… intense. To free up his other hand for efficient typing he tucked the staff of the pen in between his lips.

Stephen had the power to make her worry for him. From what she observed, he was overworked, and spent more time here than he ever did at home when he should be resting. That reasoning eased her into her next question, “You want me to help?”

A sudden shift in his demeanor, his full attention on her for the first time since she entered his office, raising his brows with a hopeful glint in his dilated pupils. He pinched the pen in his knuckles, balancing the end of it against the corner of his mouth. “Would you?” His disbelief was adorably naive, as if surprised he’d ever receive help… if he deserved it. A smile tugged at Cait’s lips when she nodded, parting them to respond when a slam of a door tore both of their attentions away.

It was you, the notorious editor of their largest competitor. It had silenced the entire floor, quiet enough to hear your heels click on the thin carpet, and Stephen’s pen drop onto his keyboard. Cait glanced at him as he scrambled to catch it in a failed attempt to prevent its further clattering against the keys.

Every pair of eyes was on you as you cut through the stations. Your mere presence froze those around you, as if afraid to do something wrong and offend you in some way. At least, some of them anyway. Stephen always thought it was because of how stunning you were. Bone-chillingly authoritative in stockings and a pencil skirt. Behind his glasses his pupils dilated as they scanned from bottom to top, watching you walk further from him through the glass of his office. He gulped, thoughtlessly leaning in his seat to consume every angle of you his limited view from his desk would allow. Caitlyn had faced him again just in time to catch him in the act, and he settled back into his chair as if he hadn’t moved at all. She resisted the urge to flash him a quizzical look as he sheepishly watched himself fiddle with his pen in his lap.

You did not waver your gaze from your goal, and Chuck had been expecting you. He wore the warmest smile he could muster as he opened his door for you, a headache having come on from the call he received earlier, announcing your scheduled arrival. “Miss (l/n),” he greeted with a nod, and you returned the greeting as he closed the door behind you. The frosted windows left a lot to the imagination of the employees on this floor. Everyone wordlessly agreed to remain reticent in order to eavesdrop on any juicy tidbit they could claw their sleep-deprived hands onto. Not only that, but as if enslaved to their subconscious desires, they shifted closer, gravitating towards Chuck’s office, crudely concealing the way they inclined their ears.

Stephen’s hands clammed up, and he dropped the pen in between his legs so he could wipe his palms on his pants. He had a feeling he knew what you were here for.

The conversation inside was indecipherable to the surrounding throng, except for one fragment at the resolution, resounding through the room, causing prying eyes to desperately study your blurred figures in hopes to interpret what kind of violent gestures you punctuated your threat with.

“I will not be trifled with. My magazine did not tank my first year, it was the year before I was brought on board.” Able to see your arm raise, clutching a fluttering page, and slam it down onto Chuck’s desk. “When I came on I saved that establishment. I’m sick of reading about how the last Editor’s fault was mine! I expected more from The New Republic.” You had straightened. “Let a simple fact like this go unchecked in the future and I’ll poach you. Understand?”

It was impossible to tell whether or not you waited for Chuck’s response before storming out. Stephen still thought you were as elegant as ever, observing you as you strode to the exit. He had suspected why you were here, and what you said at Chuck’s had confirmed it. You had nipped Chuck for signing off on Stephen’s piece. His mouth ran dry when your gaze landed on him. You didn’t recognize him as the man who wrote what you had come to pontificate on. Instead, you saw a boy in glasses, gawking at you from the seat of his desk as you happened to face him and accidentally make eye contact.

Stephen had no idea you didn’t know who he was, and that assumption caused him to raise his hand at you to offer you a polite smile and a wave. You acknowledged it to be proper, unfaltering in your traipse. Just as soon as you’d left, the floor reignited, bustling and trucking through paperwork as if you’d never appeared.

Caitlyn, unaware of Stephen’s current situation, had stood from the chair, and leaned against the back of it as she collected her thoughts, narrowing her eyes at Stephen. “What was that?” she inquired slyly, curious as to why Stephen had greeted you so familiarly. According to Cait’s knowledge, you and Stephen have never formally met, and you weren’t exactly the most accessible person to befriend. Casually greeting you was simply not done, unless it was a peer like Chuck.

Stephen had returned to his monitor, nervously tapping the pen against the desk surface as the gears in his head turned. “What? You mean the wave?” he affirmed with a smile tugging at his lips, about to tell her the truth of why he did it.

When you re-entered his mind, he idled, reminiscing on your outfit today. How your hips swayed in your smart pencil skirt, the lines of your stockings at the backs of your legs, the tasteful blouse and how it accentuated your exquisite outline. As a writer, Stephen admired your professional work. As an artist, he agonizingly wished he knew you— inside and out. When Caitlyn demanded an answer, Stephen looked up at her with a bashful snicker. “I mean… okay, alright,” He clasped his hands together, reminding himself how sweaty they were.

“Go on, Steph, I’m waiting,” Cait said in a playful tone, eager to hear the gossip she knew he would inevitably spill. Her favorite source of entertainment was Stephen: the human embodiment of the overflowing cup.

He longed to do just that, hanging his head briefly before feigning defeat. “We kissed.” he conceded as if it was reluctantly drawn from him rather than readily supplied as soon as it was conjured. He didn’t know why he said that, it just slipped out.

“Hey, Stephen,” Amy peeked her head in, seemingly oblivious of the nature of the conversation he and Caitlyn just shared, evidenced by Amy’s immediate interest in Cait’s gaping mouth, readjusting against the door frame. “Wait, wait, what did you say? What did I miss?”

Cait flashed a look at Stephen as if to ask permission to repeat what he’d just spread. Stephen merely smiled childishly, and pinched his fingers together at the corner of his mouth, running across his lips pretending to zip them. Caitlyn got the message, nodding, and mimicking him.

Amy sighed in playful annoyance, which only caused the other two to grin knowingly. “Whatever. Stephen, Chuck wants to see you in his office.”

One more quizzical look from Cait, and he reassured her, “It’s probably nothing,” He met Amy’s gaze, “Tell him I’ll be right there, Ames.”

We kissed. He’d said. We kissed. A lie he couldn’t stop pondering, and it snowballed into expansion. At first it was an innocent kiss, as virtuous as a young white flower. When it was received with such shock and entertainment, Stephen couldn’t help himself. A kiss became a heated make-out session at a company Christmas party he snuck into. A make-out became a regular occurrence when you just couldn’t stay away from him. A regular occurrence became seeing each other. Became experimental oral.

All until it became dirty fucking on the side using your power as an Editor over him. “What am I gonna do? Say ‘no’ to her? No,” Stephen shook his head and sipped his Colombian coffee from the slit in its lid. “No,” he swallowed, “not to an Editor-in-Chief.” His regaling earned him pats on the back and laughter from those taking it as a joke. No one thought he was in any real danger. It’s not like he worked underneath her— in an employment stance.

He couldn’t give it up. Cooking was one thing, but earning the respect of those around all because a woman made of ice was supposedly wrapped around his finger was another high entirely. One he couldn’t give up, no matter how immoral. He admired you— immeasurably— and still he let those words run out of his mouth faster than he could stuff them back in. Filthy secrets about what you’re like in bed, how rough you like it, what position is your favorite. It’s not like he could reveal those details without unveiling a little of himself and his fantasies as well.

He never expected that it’d turn out like this.

Never expected he’d be summoned to your office.

“Miss—“ Maddy’s clear voice rings in your ear, interrupting you during your process of scratching your notes into the margin of the text.

You sigh. “Madeline, if you’re here about Frank’s paternal leave again I’ll be forced to fire that baby myself.”

She stutters, caught off guard by your sour attitude and poorly-timed joke. “No, Miss, I’m here to announce Mr. Glass’s arrival. I made him wait a few minutes- like you asked.”

You peer up from your work at Maddy who’s in a straight-and-narrow posture by the door as you gesture incredulously with your hand. “Go ahead, send him in.” She nods, and hastily abides by your notion, fetching him.

This time you don’t redirect your eyes from your thick pile of papers as you annotate, the nervous footsteps of your anticipated company echoing through your cavernous office. He follows the rug across the long pathway to the chair in front of your desk, taking a seat, and the leather creaks against itself.

He takes notice of your strategic reticence. “Hi.” his wavering voice is a near whisper. Your script comes to a screeching halt.

“Mr. Glass,” you reply, “you are a man-in-demand, aren’t you?” You swipe a page to the left, noting at the top right to bookmark it.

Sheepish, Stephen stutters in his response, lips curled politely up, “I- I suppose so. I suppose I wouldn’t know.” To keep him nervous, you hum, and he shifts uncomfortably in his seat. Every movement, no matter how minute, creates the leather din that damn-near echoes in your resonate office-space. He waits for you to speak, and when it becomes unbearable he fills the silence. “Is this about your talk with Chuck– er, Charles Lane? Because- about that, if you just listen–”

At that, your eyes finally flicker up to meet his. “No, Mr. Glass, it is not.” He swallows. It’s becoming increasingly clear why you’re known as cold. It’s an unforgivable atmosphere, and a shiver runs up his spine powerful enough that he takes his hand to rub his own arm to generate warmth. You stand, and he presses his lips into a thin line, watching your every move as you gracefully close the script on your desk with a rare finesse. “You’ve brought a lot of attention to my door, you know that?” Strategically, Stephen remains silent as you leisurely round your desk. His hands begin to clam up again, and he rubs them on his thighs as he stares hard at his lap. A whole new level of intimidation has been reached being this close to you at the center of your focus. He’s unsure how to play this right now, and he finally registers your proximity when out of the corner of his eye he sees you sit on the edge of your desk adjacent to him. Your smooth legs are crossed within arm’s length of him. You fold your arms over your chest, your unwavering gaze making him feel smaller and smaller. Regardless of that, you can tell he’s not going to break. So you increase the pressure. “Have we met before?”

Big, innocent eyes peer up at you, hesitant to face you as he shakes his head marginally. The instinct to question if you’re mad at him dies in his throat. “No, ma’am.” The panic rises in his chest now that he’s denied having met you aloud, but you can’t possibly know about the lies he’s told, can’t prove he told them. Yet when he meets that piercing gaze, there’s a part of him that wants to come clean to you about everything if it means pleasing you. Though there is his job to think about, what would people say about a writer who lies about sexual encounters with the company’s competitor? It can’t be good.

“Is that a fact?” You raise your brows at him, and he nods slowly. “So, can you tell me why others have a different perception on that?”

He shakes his head.

“Mr. Glass, as frustrating as this all has become, you’re not here so I can berate you.” you concede, and at those words he visibly perks up. You reach over, plucking a folder from across your desk that stretches your body out in a specific way that rides your skirt up. Before he knows it, he’s sneaking a glance at the exposed skin of your thigh, how the flesh pushes together. The promiscuous rumors he’s spread about you and his own animal attraction to you has gone to his head because in that very moment he considers how warm and tepid your thighs must be against his ears. His salivating tongue rolls between his lips. He morphs into the posture of a goddamn saint as soon as you slam the folder onto the surface in front of him, he jolts right into it from the sudden noise, as if a chastising ruler had just struck his naughty hands. “I’m prepared to make you an offer.”

“What is this?” The shiny material of the folder falls open, and he inclines forward to read the cover of the thick stack of papers within it.

“An NDR.”

“An NDR? For what?” Stephen plays dumb, but you naturally would assume he’d know nothing about what this deal entails. You give him a silent moment to scan it. Uneasily, as if he’s reading it wrong, he relays the synopsis of one of the passages. “You want… you want to have…”

“Sex.” you reply casually. “You have heard of it?” you joke. “You paint our encounters so colorfully in your little stories, I assumed you were far from a virgin. Or at least well-versed in porn.”

Stephen can feel his throat closing up, shifting in his seat as he engages with you, his mouth in a permanent gaping position, looking for an opportunity to get a word in. “No, no.” He shakes his head, gesturing to himself at his chest. “You don’t understand, I don’t know what you’re talking about- honest!”

“Mr. Glass.” you chide with a playful curl to your lips. Your hands grip the edges of the wood, leaning towards him as if you’re exchanging coy secrets. “Don’t be modest, you’d make a killing in the fictional industry. Whatever are you doing at The New Republic?”

He rallies, sharply inhaling through his nose. “Let me just get out of your hair, and we can forget this whole thing happened—” he pleads, and in an effort to remove himself from the confrontation, he rises from his seat. Your hand gives him a firm push at his chest, planting his ass right back where it belongs.

“Mr. Glass, by all means I’m not keeping you here against your will, but need I remind you: I am not to be trifled with. Forgive me for being indelicate, but why not have the real thing?”

A second of silence passes, and Stephen gulps. You stand, and return to your chair behind your desk. “Think about it.” you tell him, and he takes it as his cue to leave, hastily gathering himself to stride towards the exit.

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pkg4mumtown · 1 year ago

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Through Glass (Ch. 7)

Chapter 7: The Distance

Rating: T

Summary: Stephen and Strange finally go head to head.

A/N: Uhhhhhhhh, remember when I apologized last chapter for up and disappearing? Yea…SORRY. Life has been very very busy. Sorry for this being relatively short.

Strange = Dr. Strange in reader’s universe

Stephen = Strange-Supreme

Warnings: Feelings of being watched, Multiversal Stalking, Possessive!Stephen, Eventual body horror, Gender Neutral Pronouns for Reader, No Y/N, First Person POV, What If AU where Reader dies instead of Christine, Strange-Supreme just needs a hug honestly, Stephen in Reader’s universe is a big dummy, Stephen is touch starved, consentacles (ch.6), smut (ch.6), reader/monster romance

Catch up with Chapter: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

I've seen this yearning take on a frightening form The memory of you will make sure my past lingers on And I still love how you say my name I still taste you kissing my pain away Still see your tears through the rain

After Wong had left to prepare the Kamar-Taj and the other sanctums for yet another attack—despite still recovering from Wanda, Strange hit the ground running on a solution. He logically expected pushback in the form of a fight but without Wong to help with preparing a heavy-duty protection spell, it took him a lot longer to prepare. Between that and coming up with a game plan that Wong would approve, Strange took a little longer than he’d like for such a pressing matter. Once he was ready, however, he wasn’t going to be stopped by any coyness or front doors. He was getting straight to the point and finally finishing this drawn-out incident.

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The next twelve (or so) hours that Stephen and I shared together were pure domesticated bliss. But, with bliss eventually comes hunger.

I spread the last of the cream cheese on a toasted bagel, tossing the knife in the sink and grabbing both plates to head to the living room.

“Here’s your—shit!” I started, just about jumping out of my skin as I saw Strange stepping through a portal with his eyes trained on me. I was able to keep the bagels from an untimely meeting with the floor. “Hungry?” I pushed the plate toward Strange, glad Stephen was nowhere in sight. He had probably sensed him incoming and had no time to warn me.

“Two bagels?” Strange asked with an unimpressed raise of an eyebrow.

“I’m glad you can count. Bagel?”

“Where is he?” Strange demanded.

“Who?”

“I’m really not in the mood for you to play dumb,” Strange groaned, using magic to remove the plates from my hands. Thankfully, they reappeared elsewhere. “The person who was going to eat the other bagel, your dog, whatever you’re calling him. Where. Is. He?”

“Are you saying I can’t eat two bagels by myself? Because I totally could and I’m prepared to prove you wrong.”

I didn’t realize I’d been shuffling backwards until my shoulder hit the edge of the hallway. It was stupid really, attempting to rush into my room and close the door knowing full well Strange could just wiggle his fingers and make something happen. But I attempted it anyway and now I was locked inside of my, now doorless, room with him.

“Now…” Strange sighed at my minor inconveniences, “…the faster you give him up, the faster this gets over with. Youasked me for help, remember? So, if he’s threatening you, I can help with that.” Strange continued walking toward me until I was backed against the wall with no way out, “However, if you’re protecting him…”

My eyes flicked over Strange’s shoulder, spying Stephen’s murderous reflection in the mirror, “Step back, please.”

“Why? Is your dog going to come take a bite out of me?” Strange huffed, glancing over his shoulder but not seeing the reflection that I had.

“You’re going to piss him off!”

“Who?!” He shouted.

“You! Okay!?” I snapped.

Strange’s face fell as Wong’s assessment was confirmed by my confession. Strange mumbled a curse and rubbed a hand over his face.

“Hey, asshole!” Strange turned and yelled into the room, arms spread open. He walked to the middle of the room, monitoring any reflections he could. After a beat of silence, he locked eyes with me again, “I’m assuming he got spooked and went back in when I arrived?”

I rolled my eyes at “spooked” and shrugged, “Most likely.”

“Good,” he smirked, moving his arms in wide motions, creating a complex sigil before my eyes. “I’m locking him out for good, this time.”

My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach despite knowing my Stephen was stronger. What if Strange could pull it off? Then what?

“No!” I lurched forward, stupidly grabbing his arm mid-cast. “You can’t! He’s not a bad person!”

Strange stepped away from me, pausing the casting so I didn’t hurt myself, “I’m trying to protect you! Just like you asked!”

“You don’t even know me!”

“That didn’t matter before. And anyway, it’s for the best. Knowing me would put you in danger that you couldn’t handle,” Strange snarled grimly, drawing his brows together.

“According to you, I already am.”

Strange huffed as his concentration broke, moving away from me and stomping over to the large mirror where most of the energy had been concentrated before.

“Strange, dammit!” I shoved his shoulder as he began to cast the spell again.

“You are pushing every last button I have,” he growled, shaking me off his shoulder.

Facing the mirror again, Strange quickly shuffled back a few steps as Stephen appeared, fully decked out in his menacing creature form.

Shit.

“Oh, he’s not bad, huh?” Strange stressed, waving an arm out to the mirror. “Look at him!”

Strange restarted the spell again only for me to shove him harder. I had barely made contact when I was pushed by an invisible force, landing hard on the floor with a groan. I stood back up, no injuries to speak of other than a bruised ego and a bruised ass.

“Uh, ow?”

“If you’d’ve stayed back, I wouldn’t hav—,” Strange was cut off as tentacles suddenly pushed through the mirror, wrapping around Strange’s neck, wrists, and torso. He was lifted off the ground, bringing him eye level to Stephen, while keeping his hands apart.

Stephen leaned out of the mirror, snarling and growling filling up the room instantly, “Don’t you dare bring harm to them again! You know how important they are to us, coward!”

“They’re not—gah—yours to protect,” Strange choked out. “What happened—to—yours, hmm?”

“They’re gone,” Stephen brought his face even closer to Strange’s then glanced slightly upwards to Strange’s forehead. “Oh…,” Stephen chuckled, “…how precious.”

Strange’s fists were clenched, wrists contorting as he tried to over power Stephen as violet magic emanated from his fists. It was only then that I noticed the third eye on Strange’s face. Not that more than two eyes was strange to me at this point, I just wasn’t aware that Strange had some of that funk going on, too.

“The Darkhold, Doctor? What a hypocrite!” Stephen spat.

“I—did what I—had to do,” Strange gurgled.

“To save the girl, yes. I’m aware America Chavez resides here. Great kid. Anyway,” Stephen brought Strange’s hand in between them with a tentacle, “Here’s the difference between you and me, Doc.” With some effort, Stephen managed to force one of his arms back to his human form from the elbow down to his fingers. He put their hands side by side, one heavily scarred and shaking while the other stood unmarred and perfectly still, and snarled, “You didn’t have to lose them to follow your fate into the Mystic Arts. I did!”

As Stephen said his piece, I felt for Strange as I watched his face grow a deeper red—borderline purple—and worryingly so as the tentacles seemed to squeeze harder the more Stephen raged on. Hesitantly, I approached, making sure Shumi was able to sense my presence amidst all the emotion before laying a hand on the tentacle wrapped around Strange’s neck.

“Stephen, please,” I asked softly.

“Get back,” Strange wheezed, more air than noise escaping.

Stephen snarled at Strange before glancing at me from the corner of a few of his eyes, while the others stayed trained on Strange.

“Put him down before something bad happens. This universe still needs its Doctor Strange.”

Stephen responded with something akin to a grumble and loosened up the tentacles, letting Strange drop to his feet with a not-so-gentle thud.

“Wha—?” Strange wheezed, clutching his neck and his face only donning two eyes once more, but still staring at Stephen’s bare arm. “Ah—How?”

“The car accident,” Stephen’s voice distorted midway through speaking as he calmed the beings inside him and switched back to his human form; his body going back behind the mirror. His red and purple robes sat heavily on his shoulders contrasting his gaunt, pale features with his light brown hair contrasting Strange’s deep, black hair. “They died in the car accident. In my accident.”

“Y—you knew them…before?” Strange cleared his throat, eyes squinting as he tried to piece together Stephen’s timeline.

Stephen’s head nodded silently, eyes cast downward at the mention of his past; clearly still feeling the weight of the guilt of his actions.

“So, you joined the Mystic Arts and turned yourself in to this? Do I even want to know what you did?!” Strange berated him. “You could have gone back to work but you chose this instead?”

Stephen’s face snapped up, a snarl marring his human features. He charged toward the mirror with fists balled and fury in his eyes, “They meant more to me than work! That’s the difference between you and me.”

Strange responded in kind, bringing up huge orange runes to shield himself in case Stephen did anything.

“Stop!” I snapped. “Look, Strange, he’s been here for months and hasn’t done anything bad. Those aren’t his intentions.”

“He’s still dangerous,” Doctor Strange stated matter of factly.

“He’s no—.”

“You have no idea what just his presence could do here, okay? Just his being here destabilizes the multiverse and could cause far more harm than he may intend,” Strange raised his voice, just on the edge of condescending despite the glare from Stephen.

“I—is that true?” I stalled thickly, looking over at Stephen for answers.

“It’s hypothetica—.”

“It’s actually very real, thank you,” Strange interrupted. “Incursions are not to be trifled with.”

Stephen scoffed, “Please, I’ve hopped around the multiverse plenty and nev—.”

“Oh my fu…,” Strange trailed off, running a hand over his tired face.

“For good reason! There have been plenty of multiversal disasters prevented thanks to me, your highness. So, you’re welcome for dealing with them before they reached your universe.”

“Coming from someone who has had to rectify his own incursion, they are still not to be brushed off as hypothetical!” Strange stressed.

“I jus—.”

“—Haven’t you ruined enough!?” Strange nearly shouted.

Stephen stopped speaking immediately, suddenly feeling very small despite the power inside him.

“From the looks of it, your universe isn’t doing too hot,” Strange made a show of peering around Stephen. “Then you drove erratically with them in the car and had the audacity to think you could…what? Fix it? Without consequences? Am I on the right track?”

Stephen was still silent.

“Stephen…” I murmured.

“No,” he whispered back. “He’s right.”

“No...,” my eyes widened.

“I’ll leave,” Stephen nodded, finally picking his eyes up and looking at me. “I just wanted more time.”

“Please don’t go,” I pushed forward to the mirror, feeling my throat tightening with every word.

“I have to,” Stephen looked away, the sight of tears pooling in my eyes suddenly too much for him to watch. “You were never mine to have anyway. You’re his.”

Overwhelmed with anger, I hit the wall next to the mirror with my palm and ignored the pain thereafter, “No one owns me! He doesn’t even know me! Not like you do!” I blew up at the mirror. My chest heaved with furious breathing and hitched breaths underneath the sight of tears making their way down my cheeks.

“I know, hey…” Stephen pushed himself part way through the mirror, not caring if Strange protested or not. He pressed his forehead against mine and settled his hands on the outside of my upper arms, rubbing his hands up and down to calm me. “…I know. And I don’t agree with him but…”

“I’m right here,” Strange scoffed distantly.

“…I’m sorry,” Stephen murmured.

I was barely able to brush my lips against his before he was pulling away completely, looking completely dejected and defeated without Strange even having to lift a finger to accomplish it. I slowly stepped back out of shock that this was happening.

“Whatever Multiversal saving you’ve been doing aside…I’m going to need you to respect this for this universe at least,” Strange sighed. “I really don’t want to drag Wong here to help me seal the place up.”

Stephen nodded solemnly.

“You can't make him go!” I suddenly blurted out, grabbing onto Strange’s forearm. “You can’t do this! He just wants to feel again!” Strange kept his arm strong to keep me back from the mirror as my words slowly disintegrated into sobs. My weight shifted ominously making Strange shift to catch me and help lower me to the ground.

“I’m sorry, I—“

“Don’t touch me! Get the fuck out of my house!” I pushed him away and used my feet to scoot myself away from him. I pressed my back against the wall, bringing my palms to my eyes and refusing to see Stephen drift away like a dream.

“Doc…” Stephen murmured over my sobs.

Strange closed his eyes and straightened himself up, giving his attention over to the pale face in the mirror.

“You don’t need to do this self-sacrificing stunt that we always pull,” Stephen muttered. “You can still fix things with them.”

“You’re the last person who should be giving advice,” Strange rolled his eyes.

“On the contrary, and don’t look at me like that. I am you. I clocked your idiotic plan a few weeks into being here,” Stephen snapped and then sighed again, crossing his arms over his chest defensively. “Look, I’ve made a lot of mistakes but them? They were never a mistake.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about,” Strange flicked his eyes over to my curled up ball of a form.

“You’re allowed to feel and be human. You do deserve to be loved and happy.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to love someone or to have them love me,” Strange’s voice wavered. “I’m scared to lose them.”

“So, you keep them at a distance before anything can begin, I get it. But, as much as you think they’re not, they are safer with you. And despite what you’ve pulled so far, they’re forgiving to a fault—given some time. You have a chance still. Take it from me…Don’t. Waste. It. It could be your last one.”

Strange watched as his darker self turned around and walked away, slowly fading out into Strange’s own reflection. With my sobs still filling the suddenly quiet room, Strange stepped carefully out of the room. He waved his hand, making my bedroom door appear again and disappeared through a circle of sparks. The crackling sparks fizzled out moments later, leaving only me to fill the silence.

Don't you worry There'll be a time when our hearts beat the same Let life carry Across the distance I still see your flame

The Distance - Poets of the Fall (x)

Chapter 8 - Coming Soon

#stephen strange x reader #doctor strange x reader #gender neutral reader #marvel fanfiction #strange supreme x reader #Series: Through Glass #my art

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winterbirb · 11 months ago

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Happy new year, y'all!

Quick update for the anon who sent accusations about aristotels—given a lack of any followup evidence, I had someone I trust go through their tag for anything fitting the accusations, and I have come to the conclusion that guilt cannot be proved, and more importantly, they should not be held to American taboos. I mean, I got into an apparently quite heated conversation about the importance of cultural context, I'm not going to go back on my word now. Think before you discourse.

And further, I am not the person to judge someone for not being 100% acceptable vanilla. I would be throwing stones from a house of glass cards; although I don't talk about most of those cards, I do, uh. Write Edward Snowden RPF. So.

Speaking of, chapter 13 is out! It's not actually any more of my own writing, as I couldn't figure out how to structure the May 7th meeting while incorporating my Official Sources. So I just put the primary sources in their own chapter, and I'm in the middle of trying to write the POVs for that chapter.

(Yeah, that's right, we're talking about my fic now. Teehee)

Unfortunately I write slowly (and delete things if I find a source they contradict, which is what happened to about 10k words of ch. 13 attempts), but eventually I'll finish up this fic, which will go through the end of July 2013 (Ed accepts asylum the first of August). I've casually dropped one reference to the top secret negotiations, and Bill and Jake will make appearances later in this fic, but that whole shebang is going to be in a later story (I wish I could just have it all written right now, it's so important, especially the Kerry-Lavrov axis! But alas, I'm more GRR Martin than Stephen King).

I'm introducing the Kerry-Lavrov axis in this fic (which chap 13-14 are particularly meant to do), but the payoff is going to come in the sequel, which is going to be from Aug-Sept (or -Oct bc of the government shutdown) and cover the Syria chemical strikes (I think Assad was framed, in case you're wondering. It's actually very fucking annoying trying to write about this stuff because I was happy having no opinion on the matter, but if I was going to write Obama and Putin talking about it, I kind of have to review the evidence 😔). Mid-september is UNGA, and Sept 30th is when Obama reveals to Bibi the secret US meetings with Iran. These events should resolve the Putin-Obama tension and bring us to the next phase of the story (admittedly, I don't know where to go after that; I'm thinking shorter stories, vignettes of interactions)

Anyway. Here's a link. Rn it's at 32k words, but a good chunk of those are primary/secondary sources.

Forgot to mention—though this is primarily about relationships, I don't (so far) have explicit ships, although Su/Kho is tagged. I'm leaving things implied for the time being bc it isn't the point (the importance of relationship axes still works around friendship-trust). So if that squicks you out, dw.

#rambles #spies and traitors

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fanficmaniac25 · 2 years ago

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I'm not him (one shot) AU

The Owl House and Equestria Girls crossover

The Collector and King were in the castle playing hide and seek, while King said

"I'll be right back", as King went to the wide stairs, leaving Collector all by their own, counting to ten.

Just in time Twilight Sparkle (Sci-Twi) and Sunset Shimmer, went to the Boiling Isles after Applejack and Rainbow Dash tied for CHS Most Daring Student, the HuMane 5 is with them with Pinkie Pie giving the tours.

"Ok, this is not so different from Equestria" Sunset said to Twilight, while walking to the streets. While Collector's star spies are noticing two outsiders from Boiling Isles.

Twilight senses something's off "Sunset... I don't think this is Equestria anymore", then Twilight discover a new kind of magic -

Glyph Magic, but it's no use to teleport from the Isles to Collector's castle.

Meanwhile Collector found King in the castle, letting King win in the hide and seek game.

Twilight and Sunset use the ice glyph to make a tower ladder leading up to Collector's castle, when they arrived Collector saw Twilight and their reaction to Twilight is like they say someone familiar:

"You look more purple than usual" their voice low and serious.

Twilight sweats and asks "I don't know what you're talking about, i was exploring you castle and i was about to-?" Before Collector cut her off and said "I know it's you Stephen David Hassenfeld", Twilight shook down to the core-

What do they mean Stephen Hassenfeld, she doesn't even know him...

But Collector insisted that Twilight's Stephen "I know it's you, the glasses", Twilight is tired to keep talking and insisting to the Collector that she is not Stephen Hassenfeld,

Collector gets mad at Twilight and said "Stephen, stop playing tricks on me!" and was about to turn her into a puppet or Stephen Hassenfeld, when Sunset shielding Twilight and Sunset ended up being a puppet instead

"Sunset, no!" Twilight screamed, as Odalia dragged Sunset into the archives. While Collector and King walked away from Twilight, King looked at Twilight before he talked to Collector.

Twilight whispered under her breath, feeling lost and kneeling down on the castle floor "But I'm not Stephen Hassenfeld... am i?"

The end.

#the owl house #au #alternate universe #Equestria girls #sunset shimmer #sci twi #collector king #one shot #crossover

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wooahiexist · 11 months ago

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Wintry’s Last Waltz by Jelly <3 (The coolest dude ever)

(Ch. 1 House)

In the dining area, utensils and such had been laid down neatly. A little boy was tapping on a glass cup, curious if it would shatter. Suddenly, a voice eroded: “NOYE!” The little boy looked up in surprise as the female voice continued, “We need these for the guests!” The lady said this as she took the glass from his hand and set it on the table.

That’s Gale, the very loving and caring mother of two children, along with her husband! Although just because of her sweet nature doesn’t mean she wouldn’t hesitate to be hard on people, her husband still loves her nonetheless. Pretty healthy relationship, huh?

“Why not go play with Bella?” Gale asked Noye rolled his eyes and replied with crossed arms, “Last time I played with Bella, she wouldn’t eat the toy soldiers; now they’ve invaded my territory!” Gale replied, “Dogs can’t eat toys." She sighed as the sound of a door closing sparked the attention of both Noye and Gale, who turned their gazes towards the noise. There stood Olin in front of the door, her pink puffy dress covering her legs. She was holding some makeup as she made her way to her mother, step by step. “Mom! Can you help me?" Olin asked, staring up at her mother. Gale then looked at the make-up and took it while saying, “Of course, sweetie!” Noye snickered and then taunted Olin by saying, “My day was going well until the rodent stepped into the room!” Before Gale could apply the make-up, Olin quickly went up to Noye and called out, “RODENT?" Gale then looked annoyed as they yelled at one another. These types of arguments were normal between Noye and Olin—sibling talk, as I call it.

Gale quickly took Olin by the arm and slid her back in front of her. She took the brush from the make-up and started getting the spots on Olin’s face. Noye then looked prideful as he stood straight. "Well, Olin, while you’re playing your pretty princesses with the girls, the men will be invading your territory! Pirates hate princesses!” He pretended to hold a sword, swinging his fist at her. "I'll tell Dad you're bothering the girls and me!" Olin added. Gale was then frustrated and said, “Okay, that’s it. Noye, go get your father so we can start this Christmas already." Noye then exclaimed, "Of course.” He said he was faking courtesy with a smug expression. Olin proceeded to stick her tongue at him as Noye pulled on the bottom of his eyelid, sticking his tongue out. He then swiftly shoved aside the door and vanished, the door slamming behind him. Olin sighed as her mother turned her face back to hers. She was almost finished with the make-up, while she then asked curiously, “Why do you want to cover up your spots? I like them, you know." Olin didn’t respond when Gale grabbed her hands and looked at her with a soft look. “Please, why not just leave them? You’re beautiful either way.” Olin then replied, “No, because the girls are going to make fun of me!” Her mom then looked down, disappointed, and disregarded anything said before, completing the process. “There you go." Olin then took the stuff from her, thanking Gale then escorted herself to her room.

As Olin continued down the hall, she caught a glimpse of her father. “That’s the wealthy man, Stephen!” They’d say that although he didn’t deem himself very affluent, Olin put an end to her walk. She noticed her father was readjusting his suit, and he turned to Gale, who exited through another door near the entrance. “What do you think, dear?” Stephen was inquisitive. She then said, “You look absolutely lovely.” While placing a kiss on his cheek, Stephen then placed his hand on his cheek, glancing at Gale and smirking. He lifted her up without consent. “STEPHEN! YOU’RE GONNA DROP ME!” He chuckled as he then let her go, gripping her hand in his as their heads met.

Suddenly, the doors burst open, with people flooding inside. While boys and girls cheered, Noye hugged his friends and cousins, and Olin observed all the family members with an unfazed look. While disregarding the mysterious guest following her. The sounds of chatter from the family left their footsteps unheard. Just as Olin made her way, the individual knocked over a vase. Olin then turned around and quickly caught it. Curious and a little scared, she stared at it before moving it out of her face to find her uncle right in front of her.

#wintry’s last waltz 🌨️🩰#story #if I don’t at least post one part i’ll lose it #I planned to do more but ⚰️#productivity is eating at me #nutcracker

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nosewitch · 5 years ago

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Gorgonize ||

“....”

“Party?”

#nw: opens #nw: starter #v: tbd #ch: sam stephens #(yes that is in fact a giant glass of wine. discuss.}#(yes that is in fact a giant glass of wine and yes that is her flying suit of many. discuss.}

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anki-of-beleriand · 2 years ago

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A Heart Made Of Glass ch.1

Summary: Ten years ago you left Wanda and the Avengers to heal your broken heart. You never stopped being a hero, just as you never stopped being in love with her. But life had to go on.

Now, after all that time, she is back and with her is a young woman needing help and an enemy that may not be as afraid as Wanda to lay a claim on you.

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Powered!F!Reader - Scarlet Witch x PoweredF!Reader - Past Wanda Maximoff x Vision

Warnings: Angst, drama, mentions of cheating, fluff, violence, smut, Switch!Reader, internalize homophobia, hurt, comfort, Wanda being a complete mess, anger management issues, jealousy, Requited/Unrequited love, idiots in love, swearing, mentions of alcohol. More tags as the story progess.

Author's Note: This story is a continuation of Dirty Little Secret I was really surprised at the response I got for the story, I did all the tags you guys ask for but if I forgot someone please do not hesitate to tell me. Thank you for the support.

This is a story I have been working on alongside my other stories, what can I say? I've been having a lot of inspiration to write Wanda/Reader stories and I'm enjoying it greatly and I hope you guys are enjoying reading them. This story is going to be a long one too, and will have both Scarlet and Wanda as well as America as part of the cast.

Please, do remember English is no my mother tongue so forgive my grammar, spelling and funny mistakes.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Epilogue

Chapter 1

Norway

The road stretched out all the way to the mountain chain losing itself in a world of greys and whites. There was nothing much to see but a scenery born out of the cold temperatures and the wintry season. The heater inside the car made them forget about the cold outside, and the music playing through the speakers filled the silence they had shared ever since arriving to the airport.

The last couple of days had not been easy on either of them.

Both women had suffered loses that were almost impossible to forget, their paths had crossed by chance, and destiny had joined them by the working hand of Stephen Strange. He had planned this trip with care and cunning, he knew there was only one solution while they found out the source of witchcraft working around the multiverse to get her hands on America.

Strange had met the perfect candidate while trying to fight off Mordo once. If there was anyone ready to help America Chavez that was Wanda Maximoff and if there was someone that could really protected them and hide away their magical signature that had to be Y/N. There was no other way.

The mission then was protected America and the multiverse at all costs.

And Wanda had been chosen to carry on the torch at the moment.

Ten years.

Wanda had not seen Y/N for more than ten years, and now she was sent over to invade her personal space, unannounced and face a past she couldn’t forget. A past that had always had a tight grip on her heart.

In all honesty, she had seen you before. Just not in the right circumstances, and of course, without any single interaction. Wanda was pretty sure you didn’t even notice her there. It had been Steve’s funeral, and you had seemed so cozy with Carol Danvers and Natasha Romanoff that Wanda was pretty sure her own presence went unnoticed by everyone but Clint.

Wanda tightened her hold on the wheel, she had come all the way to Norway with a girl following her close behind to face a shadowy evil while also facing a past that was always haunting her some way or another. That day she had longed to approach you, to go to you and see you how life had treated you after everything that happened; but the memories and the many wounds in both of them prevent her to do such a foolish thing. Steve wouldn’t have liked that his funeral was became a spectacle of old resentments, and surfacing jealousies.

“Are we there yet?” America asked tiredly, her eyes drifting from the road to Wanda.

Wanda broke from her thoughts glancing around the road then giving America a pointed look. She was so tempted to give a sarcastic answer, but Wanda knew America was tired and rather moody after the long trip and the long days of no sleep and the trip through the multiverse. Besides, America didn’t have to pay for Wanda’s mistakes and stupid jealousy that had grown inside her after the funeral.

“Another hour.” Wanda answered tiredly. “We should be able to see the town soon.”

America sighed leaning back against the seat turning her attention to the gloomy world outside her window. Wanda couldn’t really blame the young woman sitting beside her, America had gotten to their world by accident chased by mythical creatures that wanted nothing more than to steal her abilities. At such a young age, America had known the bitterness of grief and treason leaving her alone in a multiverse that wasn’t always kind to her.

“Do you want to take a nap?” Wanda finally asked, she could feel the weight of the trip, and the last couple of days catching up to America.

The young woman tensed at the suggestion, memories of her waking up alone after having trusted that someone would stay with her still haunted her. America flinched when a hand settled on her shoulder, the gesture was supposed to be comforting but Wanda knew there were many wounds that had not been healed yet. Wanda offered a half smile when she read the fear behind America, she tried to offer reassurance but there was nothing much she could do to make America understand that she was not like the others. That they would not leave her behind. That they would never sacrifice her for the greater good.

“I won’t leave, America.” Wanda tried to reassure the young woman; America scoffed at her words but said nothing. “You should take a nap; you really look tired.”

America wished she could really trust the woman sitting in the driver’s seat. She wished a part of her still believed these lies disguised as reassurances, but the multiverse had showed her the portals were capricious and, on some occasions, she just fell into the wrong world. She had learnt the hard way that her abilities and even her age made her a target, a tool or a disposable ally. Even now in this new world, America was being a problem everyone needed to solve, she was just being tolerated and helped because the fate of the multiverse was at stake. Two tears rolled down her cheek, America look away not wanting to see pity in the other woman’s eyes, she clenched her jaw when the car pulled over, her lips quiver as she tried to hold onto her emotions.

If she didn’t think about it, then she didn’t feel it.

But it was too much, a couple of universes ago it had become too much.

Two strong arms wrapped tenderly around her, and America couldn’t help herself but let go until she was a child again crying in the comforting embrace of one of her mothers.

Wanda felt her own tears rolling down her cheeks, the thoughts coming from America had been so loud and so strong she couldn’t help but hear the desperation in the young woman. Wanda held America until she couldn’t cry any longer, her heart swelled painfully at the realization that America had been facing hell for a very long time all on her own. For a moment, Wanda was reminded of her own children, of the kids she had created out of the loneliness and desperation she had been feeling for quite some time. The children that had called her mom and Vision dad; even though they looked nothing like Vision. Even though, whenever she looked at them, she could see you and herself reflected in their eyes, in their appearance in their gestures and their behaviors. Tommy specially was the one that always made her think of you.

God, Wanda wished she could forget.

Wanda longed to forget and stopped feeling the way she did. She wished she could focus her attention on the problem they were facing at the moment, that this oncoming meeting was not making her anxious and scared of what could happen. Wanda lowered her gaze only to discover America had fallen asleep with tears still rolling down her cheeks.

Wanda made sure America was laying comfortably on the seat, the seat belt on and everything ready for them to continue with their trip. A hand went to put away some stray hairs from America’s face, Wanda cleaned up her face of the fresh tears that had fallen moment before and a wave of protectiveness overcame Wanda when she finally realized that America was just a teenager. Lost in within worlds, followed by an unknown danger and victim of her own powers.

Not for the first time, Wanda pointed at their similarities.

With a heavy sigh, and a storm taking over her mind Wanda went back to the driver’s seat. The music was still playing in the background, her eyes went for a moment to her phone that had been placed on the dashboard while projecting the map’s application. Wanda furrowed her brows when she realized there were several missed calls and some messages she hadn’t noticed until now, the name of Tony repeated itself several times, but the young woman merely ignored it while focusing her attention on the red dot on the screen.

Her heart hammered hard against her chest, her abdomen filled with a cold weight that made her sweat and worry her lower lip on her lips. She was getting closer to her destiny and that only meant she was getting closer to you. This time around there wasn’t a single chance for the both of you to avoid one another.

******

The city of Ulsteinvik was a small town facing the cold waters of the north, their houses were decorated to highlight the gloomy winters and celebrate the sunny summers. It was a mixture of colors and modernity that mixed with the industry of shipbuilding and fishing. Since it was a working day, the only people outside seemed to be the few tourists filling up the streets, and some other townspeople going around their normal life. Wanda couldn’t help but noticed this place was too quiet, too lonely and peaceful to be a place you might enjoy. But Wanda supposed your likes and dislikes might have changed…perhaps, this was what you were looking for right now…perhaps, this was the place where you finally found…

Wanda shook her head scaring those thoughts away. Thoughts she shouldn’t allow in her, that she wasn’t allowed to think because you and her had stopped being something a long time ago. The redhead turned to America, a gently hand pressed against the young woman’s shoulder and shook her lightly.

“America, we’re here.”

America stirred awake blinking away her sleepiness. She furrowed her brows glancing around the town before settling her eyes on Wanda

“I’m sorry, wasn’t supposed to fall asleep.” It was the first thing America could mumble, the memories of her tears and her breaking down in front of this unknown Wanda made her stirred uncomfortably. Wanda had never been the one America had been closest to on her last incursion to the multiverse, but this time around it seemed as if she didn’t have an option.

Though she had to admit, this Wanda was someone she was starting to like. In a motherly gesture, Wanda put another strand of hair behind her ear crunching up her nose while trying to offer the comfort of her presence without saying what she was really thinking. America offered a shaky smile, thankful with Wanda for not mentioning her tears or her own desperation.

“Don’t need to be sorry, I think you and I both are completely tired, but I won’t be able to rest until we have reached our destination.”

And even then, Wanda was not completely sure she would be able to rest. She was still apprehensive wondering how you would react to this unannounced visit. America furrowed her brows until she finally realized you two were in the city, not on their real destination.

“Where are we?” She finally straightened up fixing her hair and jacket while turning curious eyes around her.

“Ulsteinvik.” Wanda said without a single hint of hesitation. “I just thought we could eat something and ask for directions; the application is showing me an empty space and I’m not pretty sure if that’s the right location.”

America furrowed her brows when she realized Wanda’s tone had gotten a strange warmness in it, her green eyes were glancing at America with tenderness and something else. The young woman didn’t know what to think, she hated people feeling pity for her. She hated it even more when they thought they could empathize with her disgrace.

“Yeah, sure, I’m also hungry.”

America regretted her decision as soon as she left the protectiveness of the car. She never imagined this place would be as cold as it was. There was no snow, but it was obvious the winds of winter had already touched the land dropping the temperatures while threatening with the snowstorm. America put her arms around herself trying to warm a little, her lip started quivering and she was about to tell Wanda she would be back to the car when a heavy coat fell on your shoulders. The young woman lifted her stare and Wanda was glancing down at her with a reproachful stare.

“You really didn’t bring a jacket?”

America looked away rather embarrassed, she remembered she was offered the option but refused having found herself self-conscious of her lack of resources. The lack of money had never been an issue for her mainly because most of the things she got were either free or stolen; but in this world more like the previous one she didn’t have a chance to steal anything so she relied on what she was given.

“I didn’t know we were coming to a place like this one, and it wasn’t as if I have that many options on my wardrobe.” The answer came harsher than she intended she stepped aside from the witch, though she didn’t let go of the jacket that was offered.

Wanda let out a tired sigh knowing she had been messing up ever since meeting the young woman. Of course, America didn’t have more than the clothes she was wearing currently, she had arrived to their universe in the midst of a violent attack and survive by miracle said attack.

“I forgot about it, sorry.” Wanda apologized then as an afterthought. “Either way, you could have said something.”

“What was I supposed to say? Hey, I need clothes because these ones smell and are bloodied, and I don’t have anything else?” America made a face feeling foolish.

“For starters,” Wanda replied pressing her lips together rolling her eyes.

“Well, I was busy with other things, Wanda.” America finally snapped looking away from the witch. “Anyway, in this reality you have to pay for things, and I don’t have any money.”

The last part was said with a mumble, a light flush adorning those young features. Wanda pressed her lips together, this was not the first time she heard that comment, and a part of Wanda told her America was just lying. If she was always alone, jumping from one place to the other, it was possible she never had the right means to get what she needed.

“You can keep the jacket.” Wanda hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “When we had settled down we will come back and buy you some more clothes and anything else you may need.”

“You don’t have to do it. I can get a way to get my stuff.” America replied rather fast, there was an edge on her tone and her eyes hardened at the suggestion.

From her part, Wanda could do nothing more than softened at the sight. Finally understanding was starting to reach her mind.

“I know I don’t have to.” Wanda said firmly. “I want to, America, and you better prepare yourself because we’re coming once everything is ready. Now let’s go buy something to eat and ask for directions.”

The store was almost empty.

There was a single old lady sitting by the cash register while there was a young woman doing some daily purchases. Wanda watched with amusement as America went through the different snacks carefully selecting the ones she wanted to try out. For a moment, Wanda couldn’t help herself but remember Tommy and Billy whenever Wanda offered some new snacks to them. Wanda’s heart clenched at the memory; and she had to remember herself that everything had been fake. Everything she had created out of her own powers, nothing of that was real. Not Westview, no Vision…No Tommy and Billy. The loneliness and desperation told her not a single person in the world would ever understand how real it had been for her. How much she missed her boys.

“It’s that all?” Wanda asked teasingly, the woman at the cash register smiled gently as America blush lightly nodding and grumbling.

“You said to pick something for the both of us.” America finally said lifting her chin, Wanda snorted not remembering the young woman asking exactly if she wanted any of the things she had selected.

Soon the young woman that had been doing the daily purchases stood behind them with her cart, Wanda then put her phone out selecting the map and getting the money ready.

“Very well then, how much for all of this?” The old lady registered all the products and by the time Wanda was about to pay she leaned in with her phone ready. “I was meant to ask you, we’re here visiting, and I was wondering if you know how I can get to the Lighthouse?”

Wanda fixed the screen on her phone showing the spot where she was supposed to go to but that in reality was not showing on the map. If anything, it was as if the place was in the middle of the sea.

“I think this is supposed to be the place, but the application shows like an empty space…”

The old woman nodded understanding Wanda’s explanation, but her eyes drifted to the young woman waiting in line.

“Are you looking for someone in particular?” The other woman finally dared to speak up, her voice was heavy with a strange accent, but Wanda could perfectly understand the coldness behind the question.

“I’m looking for an old friend,” Wanda replied with her heart aching at the thought that at least the two of you were that. Friends. “Y/N? do you know her?”

The young woman finally took the time to give Wanda a complete checkup, something in those clear eyes gleamed in recognition and Wanda wondered for a moment if this woman recognized her as one of the Avengers.

“I’m Vera.” The young woman introduced herself presenting her hand to Wanda and a nice smile to America. This sudden changed seemed rather suspicious and Wanda had to wonder for a moment if perhaps she was one of your friends?

Not that Wanda cared much.

You could have as many friends as you wished.

“I thought you looked familiar,” Vera said breaking into a relief smile, Wanda raised an eyebrow at this. So, she really was a friend. “I think I recognized you but of course in the picture you look so much younger.”

Vera then opened her eyes shaking her head sheepishly, “not that you’re old, it’s just that in that picture you two were like teens or something. I think it was like Halloween though Y/N seems to hate that picture, even though she looked adorable in that suit she wore, and you were looking so pretty with the princess...”

The next words were lost to Wanda completely, the revelation that you had one of your pictures with Wanda was just too much, but that you had that picture and were showing it around while telling everyone you hated it…well, ouch.

“I’m sorry, I’m babbling, it’s just that…what a coincidence, are you visiting or…”

“Look I wish we could tell you about our plans, but we come from the States and we’re tired and hungry and just want to know if you know where the Lighthouse is.” America finally interrupted the babbling woman that had not taken noticed of the distress expression crossing Wanda’s eyes or the way she seemed to tense up with each word.

Vera felt her cheeks burn, and her eyebrows knitted together at the abruptness of America’s interruption. Wanda held back her smile, because really, she was not fancy hearing more about how much Y/N hated that picture and how Vera and you seemed to be in such good terms.

“Right, sorry I just…”

“No, please we are sorry,” Wanda intervened with a sweet tone. “It’s just the trip was long and the drive all the way from the airport to here was equally long.”

Vera nodded in understanding leaning in towards the phone pointing at the same location Wanda could not make any sense of.

“That’s the right location, actually.” Vera explained. “This was a former World War II bunker for the Soviet Army and many of those facilities are still there so applications won’t show them for security reasons. It’s not occupied at the moment, but you know…paranoia in our governments and what with all the enhance superheroes…”

Wanda tensed at the comment but said nothing else.

“So, just go straight ahead and there would be land and the house?”

“Yes, actually go straight ahead, no turns.” Vera said leaning back. “It’s the only house at the end of the line.”

******

It wasn’t until the city was left behind that America finally dared to make the question Wanda was dreading.

“So, you and Y/N, big story there, eh?” America made the comment with a roll of her eyes, she knew the story. At least the one she had witness back in another world.

“It was nothing.” Wanda replied rather fast, her eyes glazing over.

America wondered, not for the very first time, how many things had changed in this universe. How many more were just as messed up as the woman sitting beside her. Wanda heard the thought, scowling deeply at the questions growing in America’s head.

“It really is nothing.” Wanda insisted gripping the wheel tight.

“I get it. It’s an adult thing, a story behind a real story. I wouldn’t understand.” America snorted rolling her eyes. “This is the “you-know-who” of your life, got it. But you should have seen your face when she mentioned that picture…”

America could only chuckle with amusement when Wanda shot her a heated glare, for a moment America entertained the idea of merely no pushing the matter any longer. But she was curious, and she wanted to know why Wanda and Y/N hadn’t worked in this universe so she kept her eyes on Wanda until the woman could not ignore America any longer.

Wanda rolled her eyes shaking her head, she remembered that day so vividly.

“It was a stupid picture we took on a Halloween, we had escaped the compound that day to enjoy a wild night in New York. We ended up in a Frat house in a party Y/N got us invited to.”

Yes, Wanda remembered that day as if it had been yesterday. She dreamt of that day from time to time, you had made friends with a group of frat guys that allowed the both of you to go to a Halloween party, you had spent the night making sure Wanda enjoyed the perks of an American Halloween and after the alcohol and the dancing the both of you ended up in a room on the second floor. It had been your very first night together. Wanda’s first time. And it had been…special.

It was a night that haunted Wanda from time to time, and hearing a stranger said you hated the picture…well…

America furrowed her brows at the lame explanation, there was more story, but she wouldn’t press matters for now. The young woman had realized that there was a single constant in this world and that was regret and broken hearts, everyone seemed to have given up happiness for the greater good, as if they couldn’t have happiness and save the world at the same time.

The conversation died there, and Wanda and America continued the drive deep in thought. The meeting with you was coming closer and closer and both of them were equally nervous if for different reasons.

The redhead couldn’t stop the influx of memories that one mention of the Halloween picture brought to her. It was kind of unsettling how those images went right through her mind, it wasn’t only that night but the many nights in which Wanda was yours, the many moments in which the both of you shared smiles and conversations. Those secret dates, and the secret outings, the secret kisses, the secret nights of passion.

The secret itself.

The shadows that ended up consuming what the both of you felt for one another.

Wanda observed as the distance separating her from you shortened all of a sudden, after so many years of you never even once showing in her life, she was finally coming over to you. There was a tingling on her abdomen, a strange void on her chest while her hands started sweating. Wanda was really a mess at the moment, and this meeting was creating a whole myriad of emotions she thought forgotten. Her heart fluttered with longing at the memory of Y/N, her smile, her stubbornness, and her voice. The way she usually took everything in stride, thinking of all the possible outcomes while becoming stronger so she could protect the team. So, she could protect Wanda.

“I know you’re powerful, Little Witch, but my powers give me an advantage it doesn’t give everyone else. I can be shadows itself, and I can protect all of you. You in particular if needed it. I would never let anything bad happened to you.”

America stirred on her seat, her eyebrows coming together in a gesture of remembrance.

“I was in a world made of ice once.” Wanda glanced at America for a moment, hearing carefully as she narrated one of her adventures. “It was inhabited, cold and so lonely. I thought that was the last place I would ever be, and then…I was able to open a different portal and I realized that world was necessary to understand the next one.”

America didn’t say anything else, but it was obvious these two trips had affected her greatly. Wanda pressed her lips together; she imagined being capable of traveling the multiverse could bring many possibilities both good and bad. How many times had America be in danger of dying in a place that was not meant for her?

“Have you ever thought of staying in one place?” Wanda ventured with curiosity; America stiffened her eyes going wide for a moment.

“I never have a reason to.” She said and Wanda knew, for what she could glimpse on her mind, that America was lying.

The young woman straightened up leaning in, her lips breaking into a relief smile, there in the distance she could make out the form of a house and a lighthouse. Wanda clenched her jaw closed, her heart beating fast and her body feeling heavy with anticipation.

“We’re finally here.” Wanda let her eyes wandered to the shadowy figure of a lonely home in the middle of nowhere.

What came before her eyes was something Wanda could imagine you living in.

It was a house in the middle of nowhere surrounded by mountains and a current of water leading to the sea. The house was big, fancy and modern with all the things you had spoken of once, the chimney and the great windows were there as well as the greenhouse. The lighthouse right behind it was a surprised, but in general what Wanda was seeing was something she had been familiar with at some point. This only made her heart ached with longing and regret.

The place itself was surreal, and Wanda found herself smiling at how all of it fit what she had always known about you. Perhaps there was still hope that you haven’t changed that much, and Wanda still knew a thing or two about you.

“I can believe she lives here.” America said looking in awed the place. She was really impressed by what she was seeing, she returned her attention to Wanda only to notice right now the woman was looking like a statute. “Are you nervous? Why are you so nervous? Was she an ex or something?”

When Wanda blushed at the comment America knew she had won one round. In this world the both of you did have something, but it was over. America mused over this, was it over? Wanda’s reaction told the young woman that was not the case but whatever had happened was enough to create this tension she was feeling at the moment.

“So, it is an ex, eh?” America leaned in then returned her eyes to Wanda. “This is going to be awkward, right?”

“You have no idea.” Wanda mumbled finally able to park the car right on the front door. “They must know we’re already here.”

“How do you know?” America tried to see if there was someone on the window, crunching up her nose. Wanda kept her eyes to the door wriggling her fingers nervously.

“There were cameras along the road when we approached her terrain.” Wanda tilted her head, “I think they also have movement sensors at the gates we just crossed.”

America pursed her lips thinking about these details, her face fell when she realized this was something she should have noticed before. Her latest adventures taught her she shouldn’t trust easily and to always be ready for anything. Her life was at stake and these strangers were doing everything to keep her safe. She should be more alert, ready to be of help and not a dead weight for anyone.

“Stop berating yourself, America.” Wanda placed a hand on America’s shoulder, the young woman huffed looking away. “This kind of reflex take time, and it wasn’t until recently that your life was at any real danger and as long as you’re here it would be our duty to help you and protect you.”

For some reason, this only made America felt worse. She was once more a task, a mission they need to comply with. Once more she was being a problem everyone needed to fix.

The hand on her forearm squeezed tenderly, America lifted her stare to see soft green eyes looking at her. Always sad, always lonely, Wanda turned her attention to the door then back to America.

“Everything is going to be fine, and I am protecting you America, because I want to, because you need that protection, and I won’t leave you alone. Okay?” America swallowed down her response nodding curtly. Wanda offered a tender smile before she let out a heavy sight.

“Look, Y/N and I, we…”

“Have a rough break up?” America asked making a face. “Yeah, I could tell by the teen angsty music you put the whole trip.”

Wanda leaned back furrowing her brows, “my music was not angsty…”

America lifted a single eyebrow in disbelief, though there was some amusement in her eyes. Wanda gave the door one last glance before returning her attention to America.

“What I really wanted to say was that I haven’t talked to her in over ten years.” Wanda lowered her gaze, hating the cold pain that went right through her very soul at this. “The last time we talked…This meeting could go wrong on so many levels I just want you to be ready; mainly because she doesn’t know we’re here.”

Wanda winced observing the angered stare coming from America. The young woman felt like a problem, all over again, because they were about to request help to someone that apparently had a grudge against Wanda, and she hadn’t called before coming and perturbed her personal space.

“You told Strange she said yes.” America said in disbelief, Wanda closed her eyes before letting her shoulders drop in defeat.

“I know, I lied.” Wanda said softly. “But if she had known it was me the one coming, I’m pretty sure she would have said no.”

“How can you be so sure?” America exclaimed. “We’re here uninvited. And by the amount of pinning and depression coming from you I’m guessing not only this wasn’t a good breakup, but it was something to do with you and not her.”

Once more, America found herself facing strong emotions overwhelming her at the worst time. She was so tired of being a dead weight for everyone, wherever she went she was a problem and her actions as well as her presence usually ended with someone getting hurt. The last time the people she had started loving like a family, the world she thought she could stay in had gotten into a difficult situation because of her.

Soon America found herself wrapped in a comforting hug, Wanda put her close and her voice was just above a whisper.

“Everything it’s going to be okay, America.” Wanda clenched her eyes closed, her heart shrank at the memory of Tommy and Billy. Would they know what to do? Would they have Wanda nearby to protect them?

The young woman in her arms was trembling like a leaf, and Wanda didn’t dare to look into her mind since this kind of pain seemed more personal, not so hothead. Wanda was reminded of Stephen’s words just before they left.

“She is no more than a teenager, alone and lost, hiding behind the attitude.”

America had been doing this for far too long, she was forgetting how it was to have someone who cared for her, who could help carried the weight she usually seemed to be carrying.

“I’m just a problem adults need to fix,” she mumbled dropping her shoulders. “Sometimes, their solution is to dispose of me.”

“I’m not going to dispose of you, America.” Wanda leant back wiping away the tears from America’s cheeks.

“We will reach a resolution for this, and then if you want, you can stop running, America.” Wanda tried to offer a smile, to really show the confidence she wasn’t feeling at the moment.

America tensed when the offer was made, it was the second time she heard the same offer coming from the same woman. Different universes. Wanda offered another comforting smile turning towards the door neither of them had approached.

“Look, I know my relationship with Y/N ended horrible. But she is a hero at heart, and she will help. She always does.”

America could tell Wanda was not convince but right now it was obvious they didn’t have more options.

Gee, is there anyone in this world that doesn’t have any trouble with one another? At this rate you guys are going to come face to face with someone like Galactus or Khan and this universe is going to be ashes. Was all America could think off before shrugging and nodding.

“Well then, I guess we better stop stalling this meeting, if they really see us coming they must be waiting.”

Once more America put on a false façade of bravery, she dried her tears knowing that at the moment she also needed to be strong. Whatever was chasing her, would not stop anytime soon and the help they had been looking for might be right behind the door. With a resolution Wanda had become familiar with, America stood up the door before knocking three times.

Wanda held back her smile, she could imagine your face while opening the door and facing the teenager with Wanda right behind her. The attitude and the bravado was something you and Wanda could recognize quite easily…just like Wanda recognized the attitude behind Tommy and the wit behind Billy. The young witch smiled fondly at the memory, her eyes welling up when the emptiness in her heart and life came rushing in; she was supposed to go back to them, to meet with her boys…If only…the thought of the Darkhold poked at her mind, the screams she had heard while trying to reach peace, learning about herself and her powers…

Wanda clenched her jaw, there would be time for that. Her eyes fell on the form of America that was looking around the place before going to the door. Right now, her priority was America.

Wanda sighed stepping forward, it was time to face her past.

"There's no one home." America stepped back frowning at the lack of activity inside the place.

Wanda grabbed the knob, her eyes gleaming red before a click was heard and the door was open.

"Look at that, no locks." Wanda replied with a half-smile that America returned.

"You know in all universes that's called break in?" But even as she said this America went right into the house feeling the change of temperature.

The hall was neatly decorated with a table pressed against the wall, there was an empty bowl for the keys and a small mirror on the wall. Wanda closed the door behind her worrying her lip with her eyes glancing around the place.

It was empty.

The stood by the door for a moment, the walls were decorated with pictures and some paintings. Wanda watched as America went right in glancing around the pictures, furrowing her brows while trying to catch any sound coming from deeper inside the house.

There was nothing, and Wanda proceeded to follow the young woman. She had taken four steps further into the hall when the click of a gun broke the deep silence in the house, and Wanda felt the pressure of a gun against her head.

"You shouldn't be here, Wanda." The voice was familiar, husky and filled with amusement that Wanda had always found irritating. “Break in a private property is a felony in every country of our world.”

America turned around taking a fighting stance, her eyes went wide open when she noticed the other woman holding the gun. Wanda turned around slowly, her eyes gleaming red when she found herself facing Natasha Romanoff; Natasha smirked when she noticed the tension around those eyes, the anger written in the young woman’s features. She was even more amused at seeing the jealousy there.

“Natasha, why am not surprised that you’re here.” There was a bitter tinge in her tone, and she hated it because she wasn’t supposed to care, you had always told her Natasha was just like a mentor to you. Nothing else.

Natasha tilted her head, her eyes tuned cold and calculating evaluating the situation in front of her. Her green eyes went from America to Wanda, her eyebrows knitted together trying to find an explanation of the situation at hand.

How was it possible for Wanda to find your home? Why was she here? God, why did you have to leave your mobile that day precisely, there was no way Natasha could give you a heads up if you and Yelena never took your phones with you.

“You have a lot of nerve coming here and present yourself unannounced, Wanda.” Natasha couldn’t hide the annoyance in her tone, and her eyes were a clear indicator of his real mood.

The gun was still pointing directly into Wanda’s head, and while the young witch knew Natasha would never pull the trigger it didn’t make her feel better knowing Natasha Romanoff was in your house. As if she had been living there her whole life.

“I am surprised to see you here, Natasha.” Wanda’s voice had an angered edge Natasha was not familiar with, the young woman shook her head taking a deep breath. ��We were wondering where you have gone to after the funeral. I guess it was only fitting, right?”

Natasha cocked her head, her lips curling slightly just as she lowered her gun.

“I’ve been leaving here for more than five years now, so yes…fitting.” Natasha put her gun away walking past Wanda, her eyes went once more to America then straight ahead. “Please, take your shoes off if you’re coming deeper into the house, we don’t want the floor to get dirty.”

Wanda scowled at this, and her glare went directly to America who was already taking her shoes off. The young woman shrugged nodding towards Natasha.

“I’m not about to disobey her.” She all but whispered, Wanda rolled her eyes following America’s example.

“Funny you said that, Y/N says the same thing about me every time.” Natasha chuckled making sure her tone of voice held a trace of innuendo while winking at Wanda.

It was almost impossible for Natasha to miss the flash of anger crossing those green eyes, but as soon as it was there it was replaced by a deep sadness. Wanda could pretend all she wanted in front of Vision and the others, but she had never been able of tricking Natasha. The Black Widow had always known, she had always seen it…and that was the reason why she made everything difficult for Wanda.

Because she was a coward.

Natasha went to the living room turning on the lights, she turned around, settling her eyes on Wanda and America.

"Want something to drink?"

America shook herself awake, "yes, thank you."

Natasha pursed her lips going to the kitchen moving around the place with a familiarity that made Wanda hurt. A bittersweet taste of realization hit Wanda making her dizzy, Natasha probably had been living there for quite some time with you. All this time Wanda had suspected Natasha knew your whereabouts, but the Black Widow had always denied it whenever Steve or anybody else would question her. Of course, Natasha knew, of all the people you trusted…

Wanda put her arms around herself, hating this surge of emotions she wasn’t allowed to experience.

"She is not here, by the way." Natasha explained coming over with a glass of orange juice she offered America and a glass of whisky she offered Wanda. “She is out, so you better start talking before she comes back, I’m know she won’t be please knowing you’re here.”

The young witch took the glass with a frown, America looked around the living room admiring the expensive setting and the paintings on the wall. She had never been here; she was still unsure as to why the hostility and how you would receive the both of them; though her own fan girl was getting overly excited to meet the Black Widow. Damn, she was beautiful.

When America returned her attention to Wanda she realized the redhead was completely stiffened, her eyes hard as steel glaring at Natasha who was torn between her own amusement and a calculating stance.

The tension could be cut with a knife.

"Where is she? I need to talk to her." Wanda finally asked, Natasha lifted a single eyebrow and her eyes narrowed dangerously.

"You can’t come here demanding anything at all, Wanda. I thought you knew this. You lost that right a long time ago." Natasha said calmly, eerily calm. "She is not as patient as I am and believe me when I tell you she is not going to be happy to see you here. So, what are you doing here?"

America took another sip from the glass on her hand, she furrowed her brows not understanding why the violence. As far as she knew, Natasha Romanoff was the best friend of Wanda. Of course, one version of Wanda… sometimes America wondered if perhaps it was better to just lose herself in one of the universes that had no humans or let whoever was after her get to her.

Every time she got to a new place it wasn't only to learn things, but also to meet people that did not always end up being good. She wondered just what happened to this universe, to this version of Wanda and Natasha to be so openly hostile to one another.

Wanda looked away before letting out a heavy breath. Her green eyes flashing dangerously at Natasha before she just took control of herself.

"Something happened, and I need her help." Wanda finally said knowing full well her words were not going to be welcomed.

"You have some nerve, Wanda." Natasha leaned back against the closest armchair; she emptied the glass of liquor in her hand before massaging her neck.

"Look, I know I don't have any right…" Wanda trailed off glancing back at the entrance door, the sound of a car pulling on the street calling her attention.

"She is not going to be happy, Wanda. I hope you're not waiting for her to say yes just because you asked."

Wanda clenched her jaw, tears pricking at her eyes. She couldn't help the wave of regret washing over her, the anxious beating of her heart. Her eyes flickered nervously to the door waiting for you to come in.

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“Dude, she was about ready to pounce on you.” Yelena drawled, her lips curling slightly while wriggling her eyebrows at you. “And I know you’re not that indifferent to her advances.”

You couldn’t help the roll of your eyes at her comment, your lips twitched slightly while you tried to shake your head. The both of you had been discussing the same topic ever since you left the school, Yelena had insisted early in the day to come with you and see you in action only to have her following you around and pairing you with every single woman that came across you during school hours.

It was a game Yelena liked to play, something the both of you did to pass the time but that at the end of the day was something she used to get your mind out of your misery. The misery that usually came around this time of the year.

"For someone that is not that interested in sex, you surely seemed interest in my sex life." You snorted when Yelena laughed cocking her head to glance at you.

"I may not find it interesting in me, doesn't mean I don't find it interesting in you."

You made a face blinking a couple of times before snickering.

"You're such a perv, try to say that slowly and think about what you're saying!"

Yelena opened her eyes before making a face, she slapped your arm laughing at you.

"You're the perv! What I mean is that I find it amusing to see you go through all of that!" Yelena tried to clarify rolling her eyes.

"You mean the sex?" Now you were confused, Yelena rolled her eyes though it was quite evident she was enjoying the absurdity of your banter.

"No, you idiot!" Yelena exclaimed exasperated. "I enjoyed seeing you squirm and trying to get away from all the attention when it is evident you need some!"

"Again, too much sex interest for someone like you."

"Again, it is not about me but you."

The conversation died for a moment, it was the wrong thing to say and Yelena realized it far too late. You shrugged offering a tiny smile to the blond woman.

"I really need to get laid?" That question broke the tension, Yelena laughed and soon you joined in.

Your house was coming into view, your eyes fell upon the single figure of an unknown car. You and Yelena leaned forward, both your postures changing for a moment.

"You do. You haven't done anything since that space chick left."

"Carol." You chimed in glancing at Yelena who was sitting straight in her seat, her eyes also on the car.

"Right, Carol." She teased whispering the name in a single enamoured whisper, you rolled your eyes while Yelena merely snickered. "That was disgusting, the amount of touching and kissing…I have to use my earphones all week."

Yelena made gagging noises while you rolled your eyes at her teasing. You knew for a fact Yelena had liked Carol and they got along pretty well which was strange because Yelena didn't like anyone.

"So, I take it we were not waiting for anyone today, right?" You finally inquired nodding to the parked car.

"Nope." Yelena popped her lips shaking her head, her hand grabbing the gun under the seat.

"Well, I don't think it's that bad, Nat would be out by now." You commented dryly, "unless, of course she is happy trashing the inside of my home?"

"Occupational hazard, Y/N, you should know that by now."

You made a noise at the back of your throat parking right behind the strange car.

"Really, that excuse would get old really soon, Lena." You shook your head turning to Yelena. “Last time, I have to take Tony’s scowling while he helped me fix everything, this time around I’m dragging both of you to do so if it happens again.”

“Last time it was Bucky’s fault.”

“Last time it was you, Natasha, Bucky and Carol.” You replied rather exasperate, “I can believe I have to come back to that disaster, and I left you guys only for two days.”

“In my defence, you never told us they were your friends.”

You snorted closing the door of the car while approaching the unknown one. Perhaps Yelena was right, you didn’t say anything and that was the reason why it ended up in a fight, you looked inside the car but there was nothing there that might reveal who the owner was. You turned to your house then back to Yelena, the young woman had her hand tightly attached to her weapon though nothing else in her posture had changed.

"You know? Now that we talk about it, I like Carol." Yelena mentioned out of the blue trying to go back to the real conversation you two had started back in the car, the young woman had a contemplative stare on her face. "But this Milf you found at school…it has its perks if you want children."

"I'm so no taking you with me next time, Lena…"

"What? I'm just saying Carol is good for a nice roll in the sack but this Mrs.IWantyoutifuckme is good for a happily ever after."

Yelena’s words resounded in the hall, you opened the door wide open your lips curled into a smile that froze in place the moment your eyes fell upon the single figure you hoped you would never have to see ever again.

Wanda Maximoff stood in all her glory right at the end of the hall, her long strawberry hair fell in waves behind her back and while there were bags under her eyes and tiredness was quite evident in her green eyes, she was looking as magnificent as the day you met her.

The young witch felt her heart skipped a beat, she made an attempt to go to you when all of a sudden the smile dropped from your face and your features change into disbelief and anger. A well-known anger you reserved only for her. Wanda hesitated, and you hated the way your voice waver and softened when you said her name.

"Wanda."

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Say It Ain’t So

Pairing: Stephen Strange x reader

Warnings: Alcohol mentioned (nothing bad), One curse word.

A/N: I’m back and it feels so good to be able to write again! Requests are still open.

Word Count: 1121

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Although you promised yourself you’d never come back to one of these, here you are at a Tony Stark party in your best clothes, searching for the reason you even showed up. Your eyes finally met him and you smiled, walking over to him.

"Y/N, you came." He chuckled, pulling you in for a brief hug. He looked gorgeous in his well-tailored suit, not that he ever didn’t. "I’m going to get another drink. Can I get you anything?"

"No, I’m fine, thank you." Ever since the last party, you have learned your lesson on letting go a little too much. Stephen disappeared in the direction of the bar, and you made your way to Natasha, who was watching the interaction go down.

"You tell him yet?" She smirked into her glass, taking a sip.

"Hey! You promised you wouldn’t interrogate me about him anymore." You playfully slapped her arm.

"Don’t make it so obvious that you’re into him then," she laughed. "Anyone in this room could see that you’re in love with him, except him, of course."

"What about you? See anyone at this party worthy of your taking?" You joked, turning to look at her as she choked on her drink.

"Are you crazy? Most of these people are just rich assholes; they are definitely not worth my time." She downed the rest of her drink. "I’m getting another. Are you coming?" She was already walking away, waiting for your answer.

"No you go ahead, I’ve seen what I’ve come to see. I’m going to leave soon." She laughed, finally walking away.

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You had been at this party for over three hours, and it was enough for you until you heard yelling coming from the opposite side of the room. You looked over and saw Stephen on top of one of the very expensive tables in an attempt to sing. You rushed over and called out to him to get him to come down.

"Stephen, what are you doing?!" You gently pulled on his arm, bringing him down to the table. What you didn’t expect was for him to put all his weight on you to keep himself steady. You struggled to lead him to the seating area, staggering away from the center of the party.

"Y/N, you came!" His cheeks were tinged pink and his eyes were droopy. You knew he could take his alcohol, so you were confused as to why he let himself get this way.

"Yeah, you said that earlier." You quipped as you tried to get him to take a drink of water. "Stephen, I think that’s enough partying for you. Let’s get you to lie down. Can you stand?" He nodded and shot up, running to the elevator without you. "Hey! Wait, I have to make sure you’re okay." You pushed the button, beckoning the elevator to you.

"You’re always so nice to me." He giggled, poking your cheek. "I am sure drunk, aren’t I?" He burped.

"Yeah, and in the morning you’d better expect a lot of questions as to why. This isn’t like you." You looked at him worriedly. He always talked to you when he was going through something, so you were a little hurt that you were left out of the loop this time.

The elevator dinged and you dragged Stephen inside, pressing the button to the floor where your room is. You’d never make it if you had to take him to his house. Once you reached your floor, you placed his arm around you and dragged him to your room, where he plopped on your bed.

You began to take off his shoes and tie when he said, "At least take me to dinner first." You laughed and stared at him pointedly.

"You are going to owe me so much, Stephen Strange." You moved to unbutton his collar so it didn’t choke him when he grabbed your cheeks in his big hands and pressed his lips against yours in a chaste kiss. "OH-" you jumped back and moved your hands to cover your lips. You could feel your cheeks burning.

It felt like hours before you looked back at him. You could tell he was asleep and was blissfully unaware of your racing thoughts. You stared at him, his chest rising and falling with every breath. All this time, there was a mutual attraction going on, but neither of you made the first move, so to say the least, you were shocked.

You finally moved forward and grabbed your comforter to place it on him as he peacefully slept. Moving to your closet, you pulled out extra blankets and pillows to make a makeshift bed on your floor. Not bothering to change, you forced yourself to sleep, ignoring the millions of thoughts that were going through your mind after the kiss.

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You woke up to the sound of groaning, and instantly you were reminded of the night's events.

"Y/N? Why am I here?" You heard Stephen say as he sat up and rubbed his head.

"Well, you were really drunk and you started climbing on tables. For your safety, I brought you here to sleep off the alcohol." You yawned, stretching your arms above your head.

"Oh no." He groaned. "Thank you for that. I don’t know what came over m-" He stopped in mid-sentence. Afraid, you shot up and turned to look at him. He had a look of sheer horror on his face.

"Stephen? What’s wrong? "

"I remember kissing you. Why do I remember kissing you?" He boomed, causing him to wince at his sudden loudness. "Did I... kiss you?" He whispered, finally meeting your eyes.

"Well..." He groaned, throwing himself back on your bed and covering his face with his hands. You could see his ears turning pink.

"Stephen, it’s okay. Honestly, it was just a drunken mistake." It hurt to say, but it was the truth.

He peeked at you through his fingers to see if you were angry. "Well that’s just it, it wasn’t." He sighed. "Originally, I had taken a drink as liquid courage to finally face you and tell you how I felt, but obviously I couldn’t control myself... I like you... Y/N" He looked at you, and you could tell his confession was heartfelt.

"I like you too. I thought I made it obvious." You said brushing down his unkempt hair. He leaned down, eyes on your lips, until you pushed him back lightly. "I would totally kiss you, but I can smell the alcohol from here." You laughed.

"Right, right. I’ll go get cleaned up and I want that kiss later." He laughed.

"Of course I’ll be waiting." you joked, joining in his laughter.

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bonus content for those who read the taz: petals to the metal graphic novel and haven’t listened to the podcast arc

so i decided to do another one of these bc I’m procrastinating doing my homework and I like doing shit like this.

basically, under the cut I’m going to be listing a bunch of stuff from the podcast that wasn’t in the graphic novel, or was changed.

this is NOT to say ‘oh i wished they included that’ - it is to say ‘oh look cool bonus content and extra information and context for me, someone who has not listened to the podcast’

It’s not crystal kingdom level, but petals to the metal is still a LONG arc with a lot of stuff in it. of course they had to cut things for time, or condense them, or change them. None of this is in a ‘um actually in the original it was better’ these are just observations of the differences/changes for funsies, and my opinion on them (mostly positive in case you didn’t notice)

(also important: you can be sad something wasn’t in the novel while still understanding why it isn’t and knowing that the final product is still great)

anyway. spoilers for pttm, but I tried not to spoil anything later than that, so people who have only read/listened this far can enjoy

ch. 1

the carnival was the first real lunar interlude, since ‘moonlighting’ is just them getting the job

the costumes are *chef kiss* perfect, although in the podcast taako dresses up as judge lance ito (lanzito? idk how to spell his name but i’m p sure he was the judge in the oj simpson trials???) bc justin saw a guy do it 3 years in a row at a party and thought it was funny.

that change is pretty obvious, taako does ross from friends in the book which gets across the ‘low effort reused costume thrown together at the last minute’ effect just fine

in the podcast carnival basically there’s just a guy with some cans they can’t knock down and they have some beef and that’s the only real game they play. the unicorn double-barrel special is 100% accurate though.

so in the lunar interludes garfield and the gashapon and the leveling all take place on their own before the carnival obvs, but they get all the same stuff and shenan the same shenanigans pretty much.

what IS notable is that in the podcast, this is the first appearance of garfield the deals warlock.

I don’t know how many of you know his dark origin story

but basically he started as a money zone goof on mbmbam and then griffin put him in the game

significantly, at this point he is an entry-level employee, while he’s the boss next time they meet him. in the book he has always and will always be the boss

there is also a functionality which never appears again where you can just name a price and do a contested roll against garfield’s charisma to pay that for something instead of the sticker price and like. magnus does that.

another bit that i’m very glad didn’t make it into the novel is when merle does this roll, he agrees that if garfield wins, he gets merle’s firstborn child.

(this is to buy the ring of recall, which gives you back a spell slot if the spell fails)

garfield wins. but. taako comes over to save the day with the 100$ extra money he has from selling angus’ silverware and helps him buy it.

yeah

that

eesh

also while the whole leon interaction is basically the same, leon actually bites the tokens to make sure they’re real, and everyone dunks on griffin bc he said the tokens were brass not gold

the shield in the book that magnus wants does not exist in the podcast. it was a choice b/w the mystery bag and the eyespy, which in the podcast is called the lens of straight creepin’ (this is where magnus rolls to haggle and wins)

the glass ball that stephen lives in is originally described as ‘softball size’ which is WILD

travis was not nearly as psyched about stephen as magnus was. he goes ‘well griffin it feels like when you ask your parents for a dog and they bring home a goldfish to teach you responsibility’ and griffin straight up is like YEAH THAT IS WHATS HAPPENING CAN CONFIRM but he learns to love him ^v^

the eclipse is the same. where the director is during the eclipse changes.

in the book it’s implied she’s been in her office the whole time, but it is never confirmed. we don’t see her at all before then.

in the podcast, we know beforehand she makes an announcement:

Griffin: The Director, you hear her voice amplified over the yard, and she says:

The Director: Attention, everyone. The Eclipse is about to take place, if you would like to join us in the yard, and join us for the viewing of The Eclipse. Uh, it should be here in just a minute or so.

so ‘us’ implies she is in the yard with them

later, afterwards, griffin says

“The— the Director is the first one to sit up and survey the scene.”

so, she was in the yard with them, and was knocked out when The Thing happened. And she recovers the quickest

they immediate run over to her, and this fun dialogue happens

Griffin: She’s a little bit disoriented. She just woke up, and—

Travis: I slap her.

Griffin: She slaps you back.

Director: Booyah.

they go around waking other people up with “healing slaps”

taako uses prestidigitation to turn into the sun from the jimmy dean commercials because “he always makes me feel pretty good.”

there’s a time jump b/w the lunar interlude and ep 1 of pttm

ep1 it opens a fun scene of the boys sparring with Avi, Killian, and Pringles (this is where we start calling him Pringles, too) and then the director calling them to her office to inform them about the gaia sash.

highlights

justin, who has not yet confirmed taako’s sexuality, asks griffin if there’s any babes in the audience watching the fight

griffin, uncomfortable: yeah, i guess there are some women...

justin: yeah, there’s women, but are there any baëbes

griffin, catching on: no less than four beëhbes

the book combines the two director office scenes into one (v smart)

some fun bonus director dialogue

they establish that the bob official handshake is the one from Big, and the director says deadpan, dripping gravitas, ‘shimmy shimmy cocoa puff’ while doing it.

as she’s describing goldcliff and being like ‘surely you must have heard of goldcliff’ and this happens

Taako: We actually have only been to three places

Merle: And they’re no longer there.

Taako: …And most of them aren’t there anymore. [laughter]

she also gives them gorp to eat on their way to goldcliff, and tells them her secret ingredient is pistachios with the shells still on, making it pgorp (or gorpp, as taako puts it)

she tells them that last time on the way down in the ball they hit a bunch of unicorns that were endangered and had to pay fines for it. (this isn’t right they were pegasi)

merle horrifically mispronounces “icosagon” (like, I have it written down as omagobrakasbragsbron) provoking griffin to say: “If any of you can tell me what a 20-sided shape is called I will mail you 200$” (none of them get it. justin guess dodecahedron but that’s 12-sided shape)

ch 2

i will tell you right now - i don’t think merle ever uses dampen elements. but they emphasize that in the book instead of the other ability he gets, destroy undead which is Very useful, so maybe there’s an occasion I’m forgetting

when captain bane is like level 6?? in the podcast he also adds ‘i’m about to send three 6-year-olds into battle???’

merle and captain captain bane have a ‘gruff off’ since merle says he wants the monopoly on gruff voices. taako gives them the phrase ‘taako rules’ merle wins bc apparently clint can sound like the devil when he wants.

i. i cant. with the vines. it’s p much the same as in the podcast but please just listen to that one scene or look up an animatic. i can’t describe it. the only things i will put here:

justin says “Statistically speaking, at least one of our listeners has just discovered that they are in possession of the world’s worst fetish!“

griffin asked for it. he said with his mouth “just talk dirty to these plants.“ and clint did.

even funnier, when all of the boys turned against clint for this, clint shouts “YOU STARTED IT, MCELROY!”

you are all mcelroy. you all started it

the trent the treant fight is a lot longer with many more goofs, but the highlight of it for sure is when magnus chops trent in half, and is pissed off that he’s still alive

Travis: But… I chopped him in half!

Griffin: And he did take some damage for that.

Travis: Yeah, I should hope so!

the elevator scene...so beautiful. wonderfully done. the main difference is in the podcast, they have merle climb the stairs while magnus and taako take the elevator.

he’s almost able to save them, but he says he opens the doors at “the last possible second” bc he wants to be cool and dramatic, so griffin is like “welp. you get sucked in bc you tried to do it at the last possible second”

the other main difference is that in the podcast when taako casts blink shuffle jump, there’s no white eyes in the ethereal plane. he also blinks shuffle jumps earlier in the trent fight with no white eyes. given the knowledge i have as someone who has listened to the entirety of the balance arc at least 11 times, I’m pretty sure this is a “griffin forgot to do it in the podcast but dw we fixed it in the novel” situation. I’ll wager that any time taako visits the ethereal plane in the graphic novels going forwards, the eyes will be there. In fact, I really like seeing it here and him reacting to it.

there’s also a fantastic like, 20 seconds, that I would highly recommend listening to. Here’s the transcript

Griffin: Yeah, you climb the stairs, and, uh, it is, uh… It is an uneventful climb to the 20th floor. And a-

Travis: Floor 20!

Griffin: As- What?

Justin: [giggling]

Travis: [giggling] Floor-twenty!

[5 uninterrupted seconds of silence]

Griffin: [angrily] We’re not gonna say anything better than that, like-

Travis: Griffin we gotta fight some weeds at floor 20.

Griffin: [stunned] We, have... 30 more minutes to go,

Justin: [giggles]

Griffin: And, we’re not gonna say anything better than that.

Clint: [laughs]

Griffin: Did you even think about that?

sloane is pretty much the same - I love her so much

ch 3

the stuff with hurley folds out naturally enough, although sergeant detective strawberry isn’t anything more than a passing joke in the podcast. he’s just there in the book to tell you that silverpoint poison = bad. and occasionally be someone for cpt. cpt. bane to talk to.

merle actually does cast zone of truth in the podcast, and everyone fails their save but him, so hurley tells them all the truth and merle tells some real dumb lies just because he can

later on this leads to this wonderful exchange of taako reassuring hurley about getting sloane back:

Taako: Uh, listen. I know you’re really worried about your friend right now, and I know you don’t know us really well. But let me promise you this.

Justin: Are we out of the zone of truth?

Griffin: Yeah, yeah. You’re far away from it.

Taako: Everything’s gonna be fine.

speaking of, merle is a lot nicer in the books, mostly because clint has the benefit of reflection and time - the funniest improv is not always the most moral improv. He thanks hurley for saving his life in the book and it’s really sweet, meanwhile in the podcast he’s repeatedly suggesting cannibalism or gaslighting a guy into thinking god’s going to kill him with a train. not an exaggeration.

I forget exactly when, but at one point when they’re following hurley somewhere, magnus steals a keychain for absolutely no reason, then gives it back bc he got caught. gotta love it.

ch 4

i love love love the jumpcut of hurley telling them not to kill anyone to them throwing barbara off a cliff

yes, barbara. there’s. just so much of a scene of them getting rid of the 3 gang members guarding the entrance to their lair. they all have different ideas and decide to try them one by one. I can’t fully explain it here please go listen this is when gaslighting a guy into thinking god’s going to kill him with a train happens and it’s the funniest thing ever. (it’s episode 21, pttm pt 4, little over halfway through the episode.) quick overview

merle tries preaching the good word of pan to them but it ends up more like ‘what if you died? right now? what would happen? a train could run through this building right now and then where would you be?’ and he scares a guy with a train sound so bad that he runs off into the night.

important: the guy that runs off is Little Jerry. the guy that stays and does most of the talking is Jerreeeeee. there is also a guy in the security booth.

then magnus comes over and is like hello i would like to join your gang please :)

theres a huge entrance fee though so at first he tries to trade stephen for it but doesn’t expect griffin to say yes and when Jerreeeeee actually agrees he’s like....not this fish. but I got a guy and he can set your whole gang up with fish, i’ll send you his chainlinkedin

eventually he gets Jerreeeeee to go inside and get the boss, then pretends to have something to do and leaves.

taako comes back disguised as Little Jerry (using the spell disguise self). but then the real Little Jerry comes back and taako casts sleep on him like ‘oh no an imposter! we gotta go check on the arcane core!’

and the dumb thing? security booth totally agrees with him. they’re all set to go until security booth’s like ‘wait we should take the fake little jerry and interrogate him’ and taako...doesn’t handle it well.

Taako: [as Little Jerry] When’d you turn in- When’d you go soft? Huh? When’d you go soft?

Ruffian 3: Well no, it’s just like- we need to- gather information-

Taako: [as Little Jerry] When we were growin’ up- we were growin’ up together, in the streets. Out there, in the streets of Goldcliff. Y’know, we- You- were never soft.

Ruffian 3: We met, like, two months-

Taako: [as Little Jerry] You saw- you saw a dead bird, you-

Ruffian 3: We met, like, two months ago!

Taako: [as Little Jerry] You saw a dead bird, you’d step on it. You’d say, ‘I hate birds!’ You were- you had, no heart. Heartless Hank, we called you. Was it Hank? Remind me what your real name is, ‘cause I can only remember the great nicknames I’ve given you over the months.

and security booth gives him an ultimatum - say my real name, right now, or I’ll kill you

and justin says...”It is completely conceivable he would have a nametag. Maybe.”

griffin: in a gang?! in a gang?!?

anyway. griffin lets justin guess. he has him take off his headphones, and tells the other two the name: barbara

justin comes back on and after some dithering says his name is taako “Psych, that’s just mine! Say my name! I cast magic missile.”

and barbara gets killed. and that’s who gets thrown off the cliff at the beginning of ch 4.

ok i s2g that’s the last of that scene it’s just so so so good i needed the world to know

from here on the main differences are that in podcast taako is disguised as lil jerry the whole time and maarvey is a man.

they probably made maarvey a woman to avoid having the only female characters this arc be our beautiful lesbian plant ladies who definitely don’t die - respect

also i appreciate the continuation of the new elfington joke

there’s a whole conversation when Magnus goes to pull the lever and squish the guys where Justin’s like “wait. wait. we were SPECIFICALLY told not to kill anyone” and they argue and decide that magnus should hit it once and then again to stop it, so they just pin the guys in place. they try to do this and griffin’s like “and the guys get squished anyway bc that’s not how any of this works!”

at one point Merle casts calm emotions to try and reason with Klaarg/G’nash. Klaarg resists but the guy he’s holding doesn’t and is very chill while he’s getting choked out and thrown around

also in the podcast they continue the theme of bugbears being like exploited and trafficked and stuff so the hammerheads supposedly “bought” him, glad they cut that shit out.

ch 5

in the podcast it isn’t like. super confirmed that hurley and sloane were dating. not queerbait but not explicit like it in the book.

griffin received some well-deserved criticism about this arc and the ‘bury your gays trope’ and making queer characters explicitly queer and he really took it to heart (he talks about it in a ttazz) so I’m glad to see the effects of that in the gn.

I feel like part of the gn series is like. fixing mistakes/problematic aspects. not in a bad way, not in like a shitty retcon way, but in a nice way that’s like ‘we recognize that we’ve made mistakes and hurt people unintentionally, and we want to show that we’re listening and trying to do better this time around’

that’s one of the things i really like about the mcelroys tbh is their willingness to say ‘we fucked up, how do we fix it’

sorry thats not pttm related ill shut up now

throughout the podcast, the adamant spanner is referred to alternately as “the adamant spanner” or “the arc-light spanner” or sometimes “the adamantium spanner”

p sure it started out as the arc-light spanner and then they forgot what it was called. fun stuff tho

as hurley keeps bring them stuff in boxes, griffin keeps pausing for dramatic effect when describing what’s in them and everyone else keeps cutting him off with other things

ya had to be there but example: “Its a really big…black…metal…” “DILDO” “DAMMIT” (the third time he anticipates it and says “and its dildos and pizza”)

the stone of farspeech call to sloane at the end of the chapter is new. i like it.

griffin mentions that although hurley does have a halfling size safety holster for merle, it’s tight on him bc of how stocky dwarves are, and there’s all sorts of jokes about fantasy spanx and it being very slimming on him while he simmers in rage.

glad they removed this one but the term “fantasy spanx” is hilarious

Hurley is the one who says the mice skeleton thing

in the podcast they choose which animals to look like, so taako like, chooses the mongoose.

the whole “fully realized creation” monologue is 100% accurate and FANTASTICALLY rendered.

hurley makes them based on their request which is nice of her

when describing the montage of the night before the race, he describes it as “This is like a summer vacation montage, not a rocky training montage. Like camp nowhere.”

ch. 6

the race. is. awesome. they kept almost everything from the podcast.

tiny thing: magnus uses railsplitter on the glass of the octopus tank, and the first time it just puts a crack in it, and he’s like ‘it’s glass???? shouldn’t it break???’ and griffin is like ‘it’s THICK glass it has to hold a giant octopus and a bunch of water’ but the second time he gets it.

merle actually gives magnus a buff (bull’s strength) before going into the battle, unusually doing a normal cleric thing.

Griffin: “His eyebrows grow three sizes and move half a foot up his face. He’s got a lot of face”

garyl actually gets got :/ he misses a dex save and is destroyed under the wheels of one of the battlewagons. he and justin assure the audience that as a phantom steed, he cannot die and can be summoned back at any time.

Klaarg/g’nash just. bounces off in the safety harness after the laser thing.

quality quotes

Justin: “Does it look dangerous? Does it look like it’s gonna hurt him”

Griffin: “last night I googled the most dangerous octopus and you know what came up?”

Justin: “It’s a very tense situation”

Griffin: “yeah its almost like I engineered it to be that way”

they spend way longer on hurley and sloane cute bonding moments in the gn and i APPROVE

what happens to the shark tank is. a bit gorier in the podcast. like a guy gets his legs sliced off gorier.

is taako allowed to say think outside the bun?????

they truly perfectly captured the wand of switcheroo moment.

in the podcast there’s some goofs bc when taako does it there’s still like a short amount of race left to do, so they’re all trying to beat each other now that sloane has definitely lost. its all pretty funny but def kind of defuses the tension a bit too much before sloanes big dramatic drive off the cliff.

ch 7

thank you mcelroys for having hurley explicitly say “girlfriend” in the gn. its not like avoided or hidden or anything in the podcast, it’s just less explicitly spelled out for you (for dramatic effect tbh).

goofy ass thing - taako calls himself “weasel-man” in the podcast instead of “man-goose” bc he forgot the highly specific mask he was wearing? or maybe he thought mongoose is a type of weasel?

(i looked it up theyre different species mongoose =/= weasel)

the arcane core getting sucked up into taako’s umbrastaff restoring all his spell slots. the gn is perfect, it’s just that the energy of the scene simply doesn’t translate. I just. I just need to describe it as it is described in the podcast.

basically taako goes to cast fireball again right? and he casts the spell and rolls the damage and griffin goes, “actually, keep rolling. I’ll tell you when you’re done”

and the tension just mounts. with every roll. until

Griffin: The sun basically comes out of the end of your Umbra Staff.

I copy-pasted the transcript bc it simply is such an iconic scene. skip if you want but it’s just *chef kiss*

(happens around 40 min into ep 27, pttm pt 10)

Griffin: Yeah, you point the Umbra Staff at the-- at this towering vine giant and fireball starts to come out of the tip of it but it’s like, really big?

Justin: Uh oh.

Griffin: And-- and it’s not-- it hasn’t like fully come out of it yet, it’s almost like a drop of water that hasn’t really fallen out of the faucet yet, so go ahead and keep rolling those D6s.

Justin: [Snorts] Okay… [rolls] 3 [rolls] 9 [rolls] 11 [rolls] 15 [rolls] 18 [rolls] will you tell me when to stop?

Griffin: Yup.

Justin: 22 [rolls] 23 [rolls] 29 [rolls] 33 [rolls] 37 [laughs] [rolls] 43 [rolls].

Clint: This is worrying me.

Justin: Yeah. 47 [rolls] 48.

Griffin: Okay, that’s good.

Justin: Okay.

Griffin: Okay, so it’s 48 on top of the 32?

Justin: Yeah.

Griffin: For a total of 160?

Justin: ...Yeah.

Griffin: The sun basically comes out of the end of your Umbra Staff.

an interesting thing to note. for longtime fans of the show. is that. magnus (who is definitely in the aoe of the spell) does not have to roll and takes no damage. he’s inside the vine monster but so is sloane and she definitely feels that fire. on a first watch this comes off as “this moment is cool enough that griffin decided not to hit magnus with the giant, giant fireball that just happened” and that could 100% be what happened

but if you’ll come into my little theory corner, where there are *SPOILERS FOR ALL OF TAZ BALANCE* i had a thought upon listening to this for the 17th time. taako cannot spellshape. griffin repeatedly tells him that since he switched from being an evocation wizard to being a transmutation wizard, he is no longer able to spellshape (meaning, shape an aoe spell so it only hits who you want it to hit, similar to what happened to magnus here).

So. taako is not spellshaping. that’s something only an evocation wizard is capable of. now who do we know who specializes in evocation and umbrellas? 0.0

just a thought. could be total crack. *END SPOILERS*

ch 8.

every beat of hurley and sloane’s final scene is perfect. no changes made or required.

one short joke right after the tree transformation that was skipped (fairly)

Justin: I notice Magnus reaching for Railsplitter and I say,

Taako: Don’t even think about it!

in the podcast, this is when griffin is still in the “roll a wisdom save against the grand relics to see if they thrall you” era,

taako goes up to get the sash and fails the save, and griffin has hurley and sloane speak into his mind and give him advantage (so they’re still ambiguously probably not dead in the podcast) and he still fails the save

there’s a hilarious, terrifying moment where he lifts it up like he’s about to put it on and the other boys descend on him, merle making the save and magnus holding him back.

i like merle going up to the sash like its a frightened animal in the gn. it’s good.

“I don’t need your help, pal, to have sex with an onion!” is straight from the podcast. they just made it snappier for the gn. love to see it folks.

the gn makes clear at every point possible that they DID not die, and are cool dryad ladies now. originally none of that was intended - in the podcast, while they’re not really dead (see above), they’re certainly not up and walking about anymore.

in a ttazz griffin mentions that he wanted this first epic romance to have a tragic ending, so he intended for the turning into a tree to be the end of hurley and sloane’s story.

but then people told him about the ‘bury your gays’ trope and how it really disappointed taz’s predominantly queer listener base when hurloane seemingly died, and the madlad retconned it and worked hurley and sloane coming back as dryads into the finale. iconic. we love a man who can own his mistakes and work to better himself.

ooh the scene w capt. capt. bane. the deciding not to drink the brandy.

in the gn its very cut and dry. bane asks abt resisting the thrall, and then proposes a toast, and they all say no.

i understand why it was changed 100%. in the podcast, after he proposes the toast to hurley, they all start making tree puns about it, not saying no but not saying yes, and he gets. antsy.

Griffin: He is uh, he is looking at the three of you sort of expectantly, and he looks kind of nervous as he’s holding this drink up.

Captain Bane: Uh, a toast- a toast then. Have you guys ever toasted before?

Merle: Marshmallows…

Magnus: I like toast!

Captain Bane: N-- [sighs] it’s bad luck if you don’t drink after the toast.

and that’s when they decide not to drink.

it just kind of gives more context then “they suddenly decide to not drink”

instead of cpt cpt bane losing it on them and getting physical, in the podcast taako casts charm person on him the second he gets too aggressive about them drinking the brandy.

but griffin says that it feels like taako’s charm person spell is being overpowered by another spell on cpt cpt bane.

and then the red robe goes all ham on the possession and makes cpt cpt bane drink all the brandy n shit

the red robe is like. way more cryptic in the podcast. ik you’re like “wait how is that possible???” but it is.

“are you afraid?...... are you afraid of the dark? ........you do not know how to be afraid”

some real theater kid shit. I like the gn version better, it makes more sense for the overall arc and flows better.

still talks about the hunger of all living things and the past relic users, but doesn’t mention the director.

instead, ends with “This is your first lesson.”

“lessons” never come up in any context ever again. i’m pretty sure a lot of this was griffin being vague and threatening so he can come up with stuff to back it up later, and that is so, so valid.

*minor spoilers*

in the podcast Griffin uses a gendered pronoun* for the red robe right out the gate, as does the director. this is the pronoun the red robe uses for the entire podcast. idk if griffin using the correct pronoun as the director is an assumption on her part of the red robe’s gender/pronouns, griffin just forgetting whether or not the director would know the red robe’s pronouns, or him trying to convey that the director does know the red robe’s pronouns, but just want to put that out there.

i also don’t know if knowing the red robe’s pronouns counts as spoilers. hence the warning

but in the gn when they talk to the director about it they all default to they/them - the spoiler here is that that isn’t the pronoun used by the red robe. you probably could’ve guessed that. hence the ‘minor’

*any pronoun can be gendered, but in this case I’m specifically talking about the difference b/w using they/them as a “neutral” option because you don’t know someone’s pronouns vs knowing the pronouns that someone prefers.

*end minor spoilers*

magnus does try to beat the shit out of an incorporeal being though and it’s exactly as entertaining.

ch 9

i just. this scene is maybe the most different. for the better.

first off, it takes place in the lunar interlude, and it takes place after the relic disposal chamber destruction bit

the director’s whole speech at the end is new, mostly to show off our cool new dryad ladies, v valid, and to drop some VERY big foreshadowing in that last panel!!

merle’s interaction with the director is much more sincere in the gn as well as being much more there.

but there’s just a LOT of lunar interlude stuff that gets skipped in the gn. I don’t think covering it all here would be helpful, just listen to lunar interlude II, it’s one of the best ones. here’s the transcript and the episode

stuff gets skipped for lunar interludes in general. I CANNOT recommend highly enough that even if you don’t listen to the rest of the podcast, you at least listen to the lunar interludes, bc it looks like that’s where they’re cutting out the most meat.

highlights from this lunar interlude (ep 28. Lunar Interlude II - Internal Affairs) include:

voidfish bonding time. so good. so good. a truly iconic, unmissable moment. if nothing else, listen to this.

they have to bring cpt cpt bane’s stuff down for the rites of rememberance (aka johann chucks his life story into the tank so it can get erased while the boys awkwardly try to eulogize about this guy who tried to kill them)

lucas is there and they meet him and hate him instantly. he leaves.

they say hi to the voidfish and it sings to them!

johann is like ‘it usually doesn’t sing like that’

and then magnus puts a hand on the glass and it puts a tentacle back...it’s so beautiful.

pringles has been thrown in the brig :/

the boys get a promotion! new quarters!

angus joins up with the BOB for the first time and the boys say hello to him again (with appropriate bullying)

quality gachapon (goshapon? gawshupon?) antics w leon. they get

defender’s dial - magnus

cloak of the manta ray - taako

physician’s pendant - merle (you will never hear about this magic item again)

first use of the official fantasy costco jingle. within the clutches of the costco...

the first appearance of the Flaming Raging Poisoning Sword of Doom.

magnus gets the Shield of Heroic Memories and the Glutton’s fork (which is never used in the gn for good reason) but has to sell back his old shield signed in blood to afford them

merle gets the nitpicker, the phone-a-friend scrying bones, and a rusty can of cheerwine which he drinks, raising his max hp by 5 points.

taako gets the immovable rod, the plastic sheriff’s badge, and the anti-gravity sphere, and trades back the gustmaster 5000. this will be a minor plot hole later.

some of this bleeds into the beginning of crystal kingdom but no major spoilers.

plus, i wanted to make a list of things that are different so the boys don’t get sued by wizards of the coast (the dnd people). it’s mostly spell names, but also klaarg is actually in the lost mines of phandelver, the box campaign that the first arc started out as.

anyway here’s all the ones I noticed at least. formatted like: gn name = dnd name 

UPDATE: made a more comprehensive post

g’nash = klaarg

haverdale = phandalin

shuffle jump = blink

dampen elements = absorb elements

blast of fire = scorching ray

magic rope = rope trick

sleepy-time = sleep

clair-vision = clairvoyance

diminish size = reduce

the spell is enlarge/reduce, and later on they use “enlarge” with no trouble - why is it “diminish size” here???

spirit steed = phantom steed

ethereal weapon = spiritual weapon

gout of flames = fireball

blessings of the cherubim = prayer of healing

concussive force = concussive blast(?)

Taako just magic missiles the boar in the podcast

they probably wanted to spice things up a bit since magic missile kind of has a Brand.

Concussive blast is a real 3rd level evocation spell that taako would’ve been able to cast, it just doesn’t actually happenin the podcast

levitate is still levitate

how is that one ok but “sleep” has to be “sleepy-time”??

zone of truth is still zone of truth, idk how they got away with that one

destroy undead is a toughie

it’s technically not a spell, it’s a use of channel divinity, at while at first it’s called turn undead, when you reach level 5 you get to automatically destroy any low-level undead (each time you level up you can destroy one level up of undead), so the ability is called destroy undead from that point onward, but you still do the turning bit too.

it doesn’t say the name, but on pg 123 taako casts “crown of madness” on the gerbil guy, which is a Horrifying spell

the crickets cast “dominate person” to control taako in case anyone’s interested.  

welp that oughta be enough bonus content for 18 years. we’ll see if I get a job this summer before writing the next one lol

#taz #taz b #taz balance #pttm #petals to the metal #the adventure zone #taz gn #taz graphic novel #original post

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mrschristensen · 17 days ago

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Crossdressing - Stephen Glass

WARNINGS: smut (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK), female s/o, switch Stephen/switch s/o, crossdressing, body/pussy worship, oral (f receiving), sex toys, female masturbation, bondage (handcuffs), pet names/name calling (baby, baby boy), mommy kink, facesitting (m receiving), ass eating (m receiving), balls sucking, begging, lmk if I missed any!

-> note: Based on a j.ai bot! (I can't find the link) THIS WAS SO SEXY TO WRITE AAAA (crossdressing with subby Hayden characters has kinda grown on me...)

WC: 2,192 words

Stephen wanted attention, and he wanted it bad. However, he couldn't get any right now. He was being given the silent treatment, and it killed him. He took out his plug when she wasn't looking, so now he was getting punished for it.

He sat in the kitchen chair as he watched her prepare dinner, his fists gripping his baby pink dress that he wore. His cock was painfully throbbing in his panties, but he refused to relieve the ache; he couldn't, or he'd get punished even more.

"Mama?" he called out to her, squirming in his seat.

"Mama," he repeats almost in a whimper, feeling his eyes starting to well up with tears. He hated being ignored like this. He'd much rather be spanked, edged, or fucked for hours until he couldn't do anything anymore. He liked it anyways, even if it hurt, so he'd very much prefer that.

He lets out a little sob, "Mama!"

And yet, she still didn't respond, still making the food in the kitchen. She wasn't even sparing him a glance, and it was the worst form of torture he could ever receive.

Before he could notice, hot tears streamed down his rosy cheeks, and he let out another choked sob. He felt so pathetic, sitting there in his pretty pink dress, his panties riding up his hips.

"Please, Mama, please forgive me," he whimpers, "I'm sorry for taking it out, I won't do it again... I promise! I swear I'll be a good boy! Just please don't ignore me like this... It hurts so much..."

His head drooped down, his curls interfering with his glasses. He felt so ashamed of himself. "Please, Mama... I'll do anything you want..."

It was silent for a few moments before she lifted his chin and making him jolt a bit, now right in front of him. "Awh, poor baby..." she coos, wiping his tears. "You're such a good boy for me, aren't you? Wanna hump Mama so bad, huh?"

His breath hitches, and he couldn't deny that he'd like that a lot. However, he'd take just about anything she'd want to give him. "Yes, Mama," he breathes, "I... I want to hump you. Can I hump your leg? Please, Mama? I'll do it so good for you, I promise."

She smiles a bit. "Not yet," she starts, "come on, baby." She walks towards the bedroom, expecting him to follow.

His heart races with anticipation, scrambling off the chair and stumbling a bit in his high heels, following her eagerly. The click-clack of his heels echoed through the house, giving off his whereabouts.

His dick was so excited right now, it could probably rip the delicate fabric at this point. He wanted to touch himself so bad, or for her to touch him, yeah, that's way better; but he knows better than to do so without permission, especially since he was being punished.

"Sit," she commands gently, gesturing to the chair that was a few feet away from their bed. Once he was seated, she moved to grab some handcuffs from the drawer and restrained his wrists behind his back, effectively keeping him to the chair.

"I'm not going to be punishing you," she begins. "However..."

She slowly, teasingly takes off her clothes (which was just a comfy shirt and shorts), leaving her in the black lace lingerie he so loves on her. "...I'm going to torture you."

She gets on the bed, spreading her legs and moving her panties off, revealing her soaked cunt. Stephen's breath catches in his throat and his eyes widen slightly at the sight, licking his lips as his cock throbs painfully in the confines of his panties. He squirms in the chair, though it wasn't too much movement because of the handcuffs. He's trying to get closer to her, to soak up every single detail of her goddess-like body.

"Oh, Mama," he moans, his eyes still glued to her pussy, "you're so beautiful, so perfect. I want to taste you, please..." He knows better than to beg, but he can't help himself. She's just so beautiful, so divine, that he can't help but beg anyways.

"No," she responds simply, moving to open the drawer and grabbing a vibrator. She then turns it on, putting it on her clit and moaning softly at the contact. Her other hand unclasps her bra, her full, perky tits spilling out and moves down to her cunt, two fingers entering her and pounding her fast.

Stephen whimpers softly at the scene before him, wanting to feel her at least a little bit and help her reach the release she so desperately craved. It was erotic, alluring to him, even though it was practically torture.

For now, though, he can only watch, shamelessly trying to hump the chair to get at least some friction on his cock. He's unsuccessful, though, and he can't help but be frustrated.

"Ugh... This is so much better than your fingers, Stevie," she tells him tauntingly. It really wasn't better than your fingers, and you knew that, but she would never admit it, at least not right now.

She turned the vibrator on the highest setting, making her moan a bit louder, spreading her legs wider in almost a spread eagle position, her fingers thrusting into her gaping hole at a merciless pace. "I'm gonna cum," she whines, throwing her head back.

His eyes widen as she moans, his body shaking with need as he doesn't take his eyes off of what's happening in front of him. It was agonizing, the fact he could only watch and not be the one to make her cum. He loved pleasing her, he wanted to please her, and yet she was taking her fingers instead of his own.

When she announces she's going to cum, his breaths come out in sharp, short gasps. "Cum for me, Mama," he manages to breath out, his hips rocking against the chair. "Cum all over your fingers, show me how good it feels."

His cock was leaking steadily into his panties, so close to the edge over just watching her and humping the chair like a dog. He couldn't help himself, just a desperate little whore who only wanted to cum.

When she hears him commanding her, she stops completely, turning off the vibrator and her fingers leaving her entrance with a soft pop. "Mmm... I don't think I deserve it," she says, letting out a sigh. "But oh my God, I want it so bad..."

Stephen's heart sinks as she stops fingering herself, letting out a whine as his member twitches in disappointment. She was torturing herself too, it seems, knowing she could simply make herself cum if she wanted to. However, it was never as good as when he did it, she knew that deep down. It didn't get her off as good, it never did.

It's silent for a moment before she speaks again. "Fine," she says, leaning over and swiftly undoing the handcuffs with one hand before leaning back again, pointing to her clit. "Kiss."

His eyes light up with excitement, scrambling off the chair and almost tripping in his heels as he eagerly makes his way to the bed.

"Yes, Mama," he breathes as he crawls between her legs. He can smell her arousal, almost taste it even, the scent intoxicating. He gently parts her folds with his fingers, revealing her swollen, puffy, glistening clit.

"You deserve it, Mama," he says softly, before leaning in and placing a tender kiss to the nub. He holds the kiss for a moment, his lips soft and warm against her sensitive flesh.

"Mmm," he hums, the vibrations sending a shiver through her body. He pulls back slightly, his eyes meeting hers. "More?" he asks, seeking her approval before continuing.

"Yes, she pants, her head tilting back a bit. It was so sexy to him how quickly she crumbled underneath him, going from being dominant to submissive in mere seconds. "Just kiss..."

He smiles softly, his eyes shining with adoration as he leans in and places another gentle kiss on her clit. He lingers once more, savoring the taste of her before pulling back to look at her face.

"Is this okay, Mama?" he asks softly, his fingers lightly tracing her inner thigh. She nods, and he smiles wider, leaning in and placing a line of soft, open-mouthed kisses along her slit. He avoids her clit for now, focusing on her labia, her entrance, anywhere but the most sensitive part.

"Mmm, Mama," he murmurs between kisses, eyes fluttering closed in pleasure and breath hot against her skin. "You taste so good, so perfect. I love kissing your pretty little clit."

He alternates between soft, gentle kisses and firmer, more insistent ones. He's careful not to use his teeth, not to do anything that she didn't tell him to do.

She moans in pleasure, her fingers tangling in his curls. "You're so perfect, Stevie," she breathes out, looking down at him.

She came pretty quickly, just a small gesture making her orgasm so intensely, and he reveled in it. "Lick me clean," she whimpers as she cums, and he eagerly laps at her juices, licking up every last drop.

"So pretty for me..." she pants as she comes down from her high, "you want a reward, baby boy? For bein' so good for me?"

His heart races in anticipation, nuzzling his face against her inner thigh and placing a soft kiss on her skin. "Yes, thank you, Mama," he says, "I've been so good for you, I've done everything you asked. Please, Mama, may I have a reward?"

Her pussy is absolutely throbbing at the sight of him; it's just so sexy to her, he's so sexy to her. "Awh, baby... You want it so bad, huh?" she asks, sitting up and leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

She reaches over to the nightstand, opening a drawer and pulling something out. She keeps it hidden, though, making sure he can't see it. "Turn around f'me, Stevie."

With a nod, he carefully turns around on the bed and gets rid of his panties, presenting his ass to her.

She smiles, "C'mon, you can do better than that, baby... Show it off, spread it, shake it a little," she coaxes, "show me how bad you want it, how desperate you are. Show me how much of a whore you are."

He eagerly responded, reaching back with his hands, gripping his ass cheeks and spreading them apart as wide as he can, exposing his tight, pink hole. He's presenting himself as an offering, a gift for her to use as she sees fit.

He starts to shake and wiggle his ass, his cheeks giggling and bouncing obscenely. He's lost in the moment, lost in his own desperation and need. He just wants to be good for her, to be the perfect toy for her to play with.

"Please, Mama," he begs, "I'm your whore, use me, fill me... Please."

He keeps going, continuing to plead. "I'm your slut, Mama," he gasps, his hips rocking back and forth, "your filthy, desperate whore." He's babbling now, the words pouring out of him in a desperate torrent.

She hums in content, leaning back. "I think you wanna be worshipped just as much, huh..." he murmurs. "...You wanna sit on my face, pretty boy? Suffocate me with your ass?"

His eyes widen slightly and he nods eagerly, "Yes, Mama!"

She smiles, laying down again. "C'mon, baby. Sit on me."

With a shaky breath, he crawls on top of her, straddling her face witrh his legs. "Thank you, Mama," he breathes out before slowly lowering himself onto her face.

She hums as she feels his asshole on her lips, pressing kisses to it and eventually licking it worshipfully. Her hands rested on his thighs, keeping him in place as he devoured him.

He gasps as he feels her eating out his ass, eventually humping her face like a dog in heat. "Oh, Mama," he whines, "feels so good, so perfect. Your tongue is like magic, like it was made just for me... Please don't stop!"

She feels him getting close, and she moves her face a bit, sucking and licking his balls. He moans loudly at the sensation, his hips bucking a bit. She then grabs the item from earlier and quickly inserts it into his ass; it was a plug, a big one at that. He whimpers, and he cries out as she turns it on, the vibrations on the highest setting.

She continued to suck his balls quickly and hard, and he was already at the edge. "Can I cum, Mama?" he asks shakily, "Please!"

"Cum for me," she gasps before latching onto his balls again, and he lets out a high pitched moan as his seed spurts out of his dick, coating her tits in the ropes of his seed.

"Thank you, Mama," he babbles as he comes down from his high, his hips bucking as he emptied his load. It was, arguably, one of the best orgasms he's ever had.

#ch: stephen glass #stephen glass #mrschristensen #stephen glass smut #hayden christensen #hayden christensen smut #smut

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hanasnx · 1 month ago

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stephen glass pretends to be a virgin, acting drunk at a work function and begging you to take his virginity, after all it’s ‘so sad’ to be his age and inexperienced… you think he has some kind of magical dick/mouth/fingers (all) because how could sad little virgin stephen be a god in bed? maybe because he’s done the same thing to 15 other women…

anon you had to have known how much i love it when stephen is presented as the little slimy worm he is. cowardly and manipulative and a liar. i eat that right up. you’ve always thought he was cute but you never knew him that well. maintaining a distance at work that acquaintances usually do. you’d say hello, he’d say hi back. exchange some appropriate small talk.

and now he’s seized his opportunity to be alone with you, cornering you at the work function in some little private space, acting like he’s never acted around you before. not black out, but tipsy enough for his inhibitions to be lowered. you two aren’t close enough for this, you don’t know him that well, and yet he’s confessing these shames to you and begging that you help him. you’ve been drinking too, and when that pity and sympathy overrides your better judgement you do as he asks. and you feed off how enthusiastic he is. how eager and excited and happy. acting like you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him. acting like he’s never seen a pair of tits before, never touched ‘em. reverently touching you, cherishing your curves, ravishing you with his eyes

and while you’re talking, keeping your legs spread, two of his curious fingers stroke through your slit to watch you shiver and falter in your statement. dips in when you’re not expecting it, and makes your breath hitch. tells you how he can’t wait, he wants it now, and suddenly you’re riding your coworker stephen glass with his dick poking just out of his pants, getting his lap wet

#indy shoots the shit #anon #ch: stephen #stephen glass prompt

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thicksimpx · 3 years ago

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Prologue| Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | Ch 6 | Ch 7 | Ch 8 | Ch9 | Ch10 | Ch11 |Ch12 | Ch13 | Ch14 | Ch15| Ch16| CH17 |

Summary: Leaving the soul society for “research” - desperately looking to find answers, anything that’ll help him take down the Spirit king.. that is until he meets “HER” - She has him enamored, desperate and most of all curious… there’s something about HER

“Sometimes we do bad things for the people we love. It doesn’t mean it’s right, it means love is more important”

Warnings : 18+ , mature content, mature language, possessiveness , stalking , murder/gore, rough penetration, creampies , fingering, cam girl y/n, Lots of Psychology lessons 😂, violence, public sex, unrequited love.

Tonight's the night.. she's going to be mine

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(Aizen’s pov)

She came over in a trench coat. What a tease. Show me what you're wearing under it. I move to the side and let her in. She walks in and passes me while running her hand down my chest. I shut the door and lean my head on it trying to get myself together. Woman you're making it really hard to contain myself. Why must you make me feel this way? Be honest with me, say you want me right here right now and I'll-

"Stephen" she called. My eyes shot open realizing I've been standing here at the door like a fool. I sigh softly and turn around to see her beautiful golden skin glistening under the light of my doorway paired with her smile. It was almost angelic. "Stephen did you hear me?" She asks taking a step back from me. Wait what the hell is happening? Did I leave something out? Is she afraid? I wouldn't be opposed to the chase if she decided to run. I smirk moving closer to her.

I stop in my track being caught off guard when she smirks back and unties her coat dropping it to the floor. She's fucking nude. I knew it. The time has finally come. She slowly walks towards me as I eye her large breast. I wrap an arm around her when she got close enough for me to reach pulling her against me tightly. She wraps here arm around my neck and hikes her leg up for me to grab and pull around my waste, her minty breath ghosting over my lips. I never imagined our first kiss to be like this. I close my eyes to bask in the moment.

"If this is a bad time I could leave"

I blinked and realized I was still at the doorway with y/n standing outside in the hall staring up at me with her arms crossed. I couldn't get a word out. Did I just daydream all of that? Fuck fuck fuck.

"Alright call me when you have the time" she says turning to walk away. I blink and choke on my words that I couldn't form and grab her by the collar dragging her inside the apartment. I close the door with my back to it and her wrapped in my arms with her back to my chest.

"I'm sorry, your beauty. It's just easy to get lost in and I spaced out"

"You're so corny" she laughs. Great, she's not mad. I brush my hair through my hair pushing it back into place. "I was really going to leave, it looked like you were trying to find an excuse to not have me over and I wasn't going to beg or anything" she chuckled shrugging off her coat. You weren't going to beg to be with me? Was I wrong? Do you not like me? are you humoring me?

"Where do I put this?" She asks. I take her coat from her hands and hang it on the coat rack by the door disappointedly. Why couldn't you be nude? I guess this outfit isn't bad. Her ass looks amazing in the body fitted spaghetti strapped dress she wore. It showed me more of her thighs than I've ever seen in person.

"You look great by the way" Grabbing her hand I drag her into the kitchen. "You do too." She smiles. "I see your hair is slicked back"

"I mean, you did say I was hot with it slicked back" he smirked. She stood there with her mouth open I'm shocked before closing it and looking away.

"I have wine if that's okay?" She nods and I grab some wine and two glasses.

"I didn't know what you would like so I bought all these things and hoped you would enjoy cooking together"

———— (Y/n POV)

He's so fucking sweet. You internally squeal. Standing in the kitchen beside him you just looked up at him watching him ramble about the items he bought and possible meals you could make together. The only thing on your mind was the way he looked when he opened the door. He was clearly excited and in a rush to get to the door with his hair a bit messy and him being out a breath. It caught you off guard and was a little weird when he didn't say anything and just staring at you, but you were aware he was daydreaming when you called his name, and he didn't respond.

You were able to get a glimpse of what kind of heat he's packing. Whatever he was thinking about, you hope it came true being that he was that excited about it. You lean your back on the counter nodding at his words, every now and then looking away to get a feel of his him. It felt unlived in like he was hardly here. Not a thing looked out of place. There’s so many fuckable places in here. The counter, the floor, I wonder what his room looks like. That couch looks perfect. He can bend me over the back of it and fuck the soul out of-

"Y/n..." he called. You snap your neck from his living room shelf to look at him. "Spaghetti... would you like that"

"Yeah ...spaghetti sounds great" you smile taking a sip of the wine he gave you.

——— (Aizen Pov)

I feel jittery what is this. It's so nerve racking to have her here. As much as I love the fact I have her in my presence alone for once, this human body cannot take it. I watch her chop up the onion as I attached the pasta maker attachment to the kitchen aid stand mixer. I want her to cry for me and only me, I should've cut the onion. I tried to keep conversation light so we can focus on the food and get it out the way but Every time she looks at me ... this body heats up. When she looks away or turned around I smell myself to make sure the sweat is overwhelming gross for her as it is for me.

"You're really good with your hands" she chuckles

"Oh this? It's nothing." I smirk kneading the dough slower and more sensually because she's watching.

She caught herself staring and chuckled lowly blinking and looking away. So adorable. I want you to stay here. I like this. Even in silence your presence makes me feel good.

Maybe I can keep you. How would I convince you to stay?

I could force you to stay. ... no, I don't want you to be afraid of me.

Maybe... you could become paralyzed and stay here with me because the other option is Shawn. We know you don't like him. Yes this is perfect.

I don't want to harm her. I could use Aconite .. but too much and I'll kill her. Maybe I could use the Succinylcholine that I had incase Gin got out of hand. Yeah that could work it’s basically a muscle relaxer. I'll just inject it into the back of her neck when I kiss her. But where's should we kiss? The kitchen? I smile and look up at her as she makes the sauce for the spaghetti oblivious of my thoughts. Done with the pasta I set it aside and started to clean so it doesn't look like I'm too deep in my thoughts giving me a chance to look up and around the kitchen area.

The kitchen has too many glasses and she could possibly see a reflection. The couch! Yes the couch. No mirrors or over there and the only glass is the table. Perfect. I just need to get it and it's in front of her under the sink. Shit.

"Do you mind stirring this while I run to the bathroom?" You’re fucking perfect. It's like you want to stay.

"No no, go ahead and do your thing I got this. It's the last door on the left down the hallway" she smiled walking over to me. I kissed her forehead wiping my hands on the kitchen towel and walking to the stove as she scurried off to the bathroom.

I wait until I hear the bathroom close and quickly dip down into the cabinet under the sink grabbing the bottle of Succinylcholine and a syringe filling it up while leaning to investigate the hall making sure the bathroom door was still closed.

Quickly once the syringe had the desired amount in it I dropped it into my pocket and placed everything back where it belongs. Turning down the heat for the sauce I cover it and put the noodle in the boiling water. She's still in there, must be nervous being around me for so long. I shrug and leave the kitchen flopping back on the couch. If only I could live like this every day. She'll be in here cooking for me naked.

"Stephen ... what's this?" I hear her say from behind me. ———- (Y/n POV)

You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. You were extremely nervous and watching Stephen make pasta made you feel ways you didn't know pasta could make you feel. You didn't know if it was the way he kneaded the dough, seeing him in an apron or the veins on his arms. All together it was hot. After all you loved a man who was useful especially one who could cook.

Following his directions, you walk down the hall and enter the bathroom. Standing in the mirror you lean on the counter and let out a breath that you felt like you were holding. You step back slowly breathing in and out and lean against the wall of his bathroom.

You tilt your head down and chuckle softly. It's insane how this man has YOU of all people nervous and needing to take a breather. You were about to walk back to the sink and wash your hands until you noticed a little black piece of paper stuck to your sandal. You lean on the sink with one hand and lift your foot to take it off. A small mini-Polaroid. Cute, it's so small. Pocket size. You smile looking at it.

Your smile fades when you flip it over and see the actual picture. It was a picture of you sleeping. In your bed. How the fuck did he get this? Who the fuck even took this? Okay, think rationally. We need to approach this situation calmly incase he's crazy.

You pace back and forth in the bathroom trying to figure out how you were going to ask him about this picture. "Fuck I left my phone in the kitchen” you lowly groan. Okay I could confront him or keep it and pretend everything is okay and then report his ass for being a psycho pervert. ... those are my only two options. You pause in your pace and notice a disposable razor through the glass doors of the shower. Quietly sliding the door open you grab the razor and close the shower. Leaning over his empty trash can you crack the razor and take the blade out carefully holding it in your palm.

Taking a deep breathe you open the bathroom door and walk out quietly with the razor in hand. You walk to the kitchen expecting to see him, but it was empty. You quickly turn off the burners for the sauce and pasta water. You heart sinks a little bit more afraid that it'll be like a scary movie and he's behind you when you turn around

You whip around quickly with your fist up letting out a sigh when no one’s behind you. You slide off your shoes and step onto the carpet behind the couch seeing him resting with his eyes closed. Here goes nothing. "Stephen ... what's this?" ————- (Aizen pov)

I turn around to see what she's referencing to, and my eyes go slightly wide seeing a Polaroid in her hand. Shit fuck! Shit shit shit. Okay calm down.

"That’s where that went" he say standing up walking over to her reaching for the Polaroid. She took a step back moving it out of my reach.

"Why is this here? Why do you have this?" I squint looking at her bodies position. What the fuck is in your other hand?!

"It a Polaroid." I say calmly moving towards her each time she takes a step back. "And.. it's here because... I found it."

"Found it where?" She asks still walking backwards away from me. She's adjusting her hand, what else did you find?! I reach into my back pocket preparing to pull out the syringe in case she doesn't want to hear what I have to say. Her back hits the wall of the opposite side of my living room. I put my arms above her caging her with the syringe in one hand sliding it under my watch band out of her sights.

"I found it at the school" I say softly. He body relaxes just a bit, so I continue. "One day I stayed a little later than normal and that old janitor came in the room I teach out class in for cleaning. " I heavily sigh. "He's old so being the kind mad that I am, I help him by lifting the chairs onto the tables and out of his way. ... this.." I say taking the Polaroid out of her hand showing it to her "was found in the back of the classroom, he handed it to me and when I saw it was you ... it concerned me"

"But why do you still have it"

"Because I wanted to be the one to show it to you. You needed to be aware of this. I didn't want it to be weird by me just giving it to you after class. I wanted to make sure you were calm when I sat you down and told you about it. That's another reason why I'm glad you agreed to coming over today. It must have fell out of my pocket when I ran to open the door for you."

Seeing her body visibly relax I push myself off the wall from around her and hand her back the Polaroid. She takes it and slides down the wall. I stand over her waiting for her to cry.

She didn't. She was laughing. She must be insane. Any other woman would be scared and fly into my arms.

"You know, I thought I was going to hand to cut you." She says laughing and standing up. I frown looking at her confused until she opened her hand and showed me the razor blade she had in her fist. I take it from her and sit it on the side table.

"You could’ve hurt yourself, where did you even get this?"

"From your bathroom" she shrugs "and I'm grown I know how to use a razor blade it's not most harmful weapon I've used" she smiles looking at the Polaroid. What the fuck does that mean?! "This isn't the first time something like this happened. I mean it was an ex and I moved so I doubt it's him but still. It's insane. The only other person it could be is the guy from the park that day."

"The asshole who was going to hit you?"

"He wasn't going to hit me" she rolled her eyes. "But yeah him. It's weird because that same day he told me his wife got pictures of us in the mail, so this means someone's been watching me. Unless it's his Wife being a weirdo stalker." Yeah because you're not a cam girl accepting weird inhumane gifts from strange gross men. "I don't even know how they’re getting them this one look like it was taken inside my house. It's insane" she says flopping down on my couch and putting her face in her hands. "I don't want have to move again"

Sitting down next to her I rub her back and pull her into my side. "If you want, I can come and take a look around and make sure there's no holes in your wall or cameras planted, you know your landlord could be the creep too"

"Ahhhh I didn't even think about that" she groans. "But if you don't mind ... please?"

"Of course, I don't mind" I say kissing the top of her head. "Come on let's go eat. Maybe we can get your mind off things after dinner." I say getting up and dragging her to the kitchen.

"Stephen!!" She gasped and giggled hitting my arm. Tonight's the night.. she's going to be mine.

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Through Glass (Ch. 6)

Chapter 6: Play Your Hand, Magician

Rating: Explicit

Summary: With Strange off to figure out what to do about the breaches he found, Stephen is making the most of the time he has with you.

A/N: *slowly shuffles in from the side* Hey, so uh…I didn’t mean to go AWOL there! Spoiler alert: This chapter is like 90% smut and 10% plot, so if being with monster!Stephen is not your cup of tea, just skip to the end. Not going to lie, smut takes me forever and that’s why I haven’t updated in so long.

Strange = Dr. Strange in reader’s universe

Stephen = Strange-Supreme

Catch up with Chapter: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

Spectres of suspicion Hone in on your love Hungry inquisition Always wanting more

Absentmindedly slamming the door behind us with a foot, Steph pushed us further into the apartment without ever separating his mouth from mine. My hands brushed along the soft hair at the nape of his neck, reaching up to hang my hands on the back of his head and allowing my fingers to rake through the graying streaks. My cheeks burned slightly at his day old stubble that he'd neglected to shave but knew, come morning, his cheeks would be smooth again. Steph had toyed with the thought of facial hair, but I suspected he would never grow it out. Not in this universe, at least.

Clothes were haphazardly shed starting from the top, revealing soft, pale skin and taut muscle underneath a white button down and blazer. He was a sight. I kissed every inch of skin I could touch, ending up on my knees with his slacks pooled around his ankles. Steph’s fingers gently pressed into the back of my head as I took him deep in my throat, relishing the guttural moan that erupted from his chest. I continued pleasing him until Steph grew impatient, guiding me off his cock as quickly as possible, and pushing me onto my back by my shoulders. He lifted my hips up and did his best in our haste to prepare me with trembling fingers. My breath hitched as I felt his blunt tip prod at my hole and—

Strange drifted into consciousness with his mind hazy with pleasure, and it was only when he took a second to gather his surroundings did he find his hand down his boxers with his erection in a vice grip.

He could not keep going like this.

With a lazy thrust of his hips upward, his mind told him fuck it. Strange threw the heavy comforter off his body and pushed the waistband down until his cock bobbed free. He hissed as it was exposed to the chill of the sanctum but did his best to ignore it. Strange stroked himself urgently with a grimace and tightly shut eyes so he didn’t have to see how pathetic he was being. He didn’t want the satisfaction of sitting here enjoying it when he couldn’t have the real thing. He did his best to recall the dream, how you looked spread open and ready for him. How his name dropped so easily from your lips in helpless pleas. How tight and warm you felt as he had pressed his way in your mouth. Strange’s already uneven strokes became even sloppier as he quickly brought himself to his peak, finally letting go with a choked groan and clenched muscles. Strange panted, letting his softening cock drop in disgust as he felt his spend cooling on his hand.

He hated this. He hated ever getting this stupid idea. He hated that you weren’t cooperating. He hated that Wong was currently dealing with something—something about rings and dragons—Strange really should have paid attention to the rambling apprentice who divulged the information; and thus had been unavailable. Being the only person that Strange trusted with this problem, well, he guess he just had to send him an urgent message and wait.

Strange didn’t even bother cleaning his hand as he performed the spell, the cooled come now sticking to his skin and requiring a whole shower. Wong really needed to come back soon.

My breath hitched as I felt his blunt tip prod at my hole and promptly filled me to the brim. I was a mewling mess as Steph wasted no time in pulling out and pistoning back in. I clawed at the back of his neck as he left open mouthed kisses along my own neck, biting into the muscles of my shoulder as he went.

“Right there, Steph, please,” I whined as he hit a spot deep inside me.

“You feel so good, sweetheart,” he sighed in response.

Stephen inhaled sharply as he was startled awake. When had he fallen asleep?

He vaguely remembered catching up with The Watcher earlier, trying to ease the worries of the disapproving being. After the conversation, he’d been overcome with emotions, but refused to let them out. Instead, he crawled through the mirror, managing to not wake you as he cuddled up to your back around three or four in the morning.

Stephen was pulled out of his thoughts by a full body convulsion on his part, causing him to groan far too loudly into the back of your neck. Panicking, he shuffled away as he saw you shift in your sleep. Just like the last time, he could smell your pheromones changing; knowing full well you were getting as turned on as he was from that dream. Stephen looked down, finding the offending tentacle wrapped around his aching member, only making him throw his head back again in pleasure as it tightened around him. It wasn’t until he felt one worming between his ass cheeks did he stiffen up and gather control of them quickly. Not that he was closed to that idea entirely, he was just not about to do this with you sleeping blissfully unaware next to him.

With Shumie—the cutesy name you’d given one of the most fearsome creatures he had in his body—firmly under control, he let himself drift back to you, pressing his face into your neck as you let whimpers escape your lips. His hands splayed over your stomach where your shirt had ridden up in the night, content to attempt to drift off again and join you in this steamy dream of your alternate lives.

Stephen’s eyes fluttered shut before immediately snapping open in surprise as he heard you moan loudly. From there, the noises didn’t stop. Your sighs and whimpers growing in frequency only made him harder if it was possible and he was torn between watching it play out and backing away, not wanting to cross an unspoken line with you. Stephen, however, couldn’t help himself, pressing his lips to your jaw as you began to approach what sounded like your climax—and oh was he familiar with what that sounded like. Your face contorted in pleasure, nearly ready to come undone when your eyes snapped open instead.

Your heavy breathing slowly steadying as you looked around in confusion. He was almost disappointed. Not for himself but for you since you didn’t get to come.

“Fuck, yes, Steph,” I dug my nails into his shoulders, wanting to be able to see the red marks later.

“Come with me, let me—oh—feel you,” Stephen responded, choking on his own moans.

“Yes, yes—,” you were cut off by Stephen’s mouth, feeling him empty inside you as he swallowed your moans.

I blinked my eyes open, the throbbing beneath my sleepwear so unbearable and overwhelming that it felt like I’d been ready to combust then and there. I felt an icy presence behind me, only alluding to one person who could function at that freezing level. His temperature was quite handy if anything.

“Stephen?” I asked hesitantly, not knowing if I’d made any noise in my sleep.

“Y—yes, love?” He cleared his throat awkwardly, cuing me in that I most definitely had.

“Did I—Was I—?”

“Yea…” was all Stephen could manage, his voice still threatening to betray him with his overwhelming arousal.

“I’m so sorry, oh my gosh,” I sat up hurriedly to create some space between us.

“Hey, stop. It’s okay, I—I—me, too,” Stephen confessed, looking away briefly as if in shame.

I dared to let my eyes drop from his face, seeing evidence of his confession in the form of a tent in his sweats, and meeting his eyes once more with a rising blush. His excitement had yet to wear off, it seemed.

“Didn’t believe me?” He smirked.

“Shut up,” I mumbled, slapping at his chest.

Stephen swiftly caught my hand midair, bringing it to his mouth to kiss my palm. He grinned at my poor attempt, pressing another kiss there before releasing my hand.

“I just wish I could remember…” I sighed, feeling the sadness creeping into my bones. “Can’t you block him or—.”

“I wish I could, darling,” Stephen assured me. “He would know, it would leave a pretty big signature to block him out like that.”

We laid there, contemplating in silence with lingering touches. Stephen’s fingertips danced on the exposed skin of my waist, while mine stroked his semi-pointed beard. I watched his brows dip and twitch for a second as he stared through me in thought.

“What’s wrong?” I murmured.

“Hmm?” He snapped out of his thoughts, “Oh, nothing, I just had a working theory.”

“About?” I pressed.

“The dreams. You an—well—my you and I used to have the same dreams. We discovered it a little later after we’d been together a while, but we weren’t able to make much of the magic aspects. Not until after you passed, anyway. I think that you and this Strange have the same dreams, too, like every alternate version doesn’t have the same dream every night. Obviously, since the version we’d be dreaming about wouldn’t have a dream about themselves, if that makes sense? But, I think that me spending time here, with you…I think I’m sharing yours and his dreams.”

“What makes you think that?” I furrowed my own brows, shifting my body so my head was resting on my propped hand.

“The—erm—way in which you were reacting to your dream was very in line with how I was reacting to mine. If Shumie hadn’t woken me up, I—uh—would have missed it. Of course, there’s no way to confirm it, but it’s just my theory,” Stephen’s face grew red as he spoke, pressing his cheek into the pillow shamefully.

“Ah—I see,” I chewed on my bottom lip to hide my nervous smile, digging his face out of the pillow with my fingers and shuffling closer to him. “Show me?”

“S—show you?” Stephen squeaked. “I—well—I mean I can play the dream in mirror but I have to do it from the other side or else Strange might…”

Stephen moved to roll out of the bed but I stopped him with a gentle hand on his forearm, “No, stay here. Just—just tell me…”

Stephen’s face flushed red at the thought of retelling the steamy exchange he witnessed and could recall with stellar accuracy, “A—are you sure?”

“Please,” I urged, tugging on his forearm until he settled laying next to me once more.

Stephen’s eyes drifted back and forth between my own, seeing my unwavering excitement to hear the dream and whatever it entailed. With enough time for me to stop him, he slowly ran his fingers down from my shoulder and coming to a stop on my waist. I felt gentle pressure from his fingertips, urging me toward him but not forcefully so. I happily slid closer, resuming my earlier position with my hand resting on his jaw.

“We…um. We were getting home—an apartment I think—after some kind of fancy event. Both of us were dressed to the nines. You looked…absolutely stunning. This me had dark hair—very similar to the Strange here—I actually think there are very few of us with lighter hair like me. No facial hair though…” I briefly wondered what he would look like without the beard on his face but knew it wouldn’t have an effect on how handsome I thought he was.

“We must have gotten quite riled up at the event—I’m putting my money on it being your fault. It’s usually your fault for looking so edible,” Stephen smirked, running his tongue along pointed fangs, making me roll my eyes at the compliment. “Before we even stepped foot in the apartment, I had already…” Stephen veered off, letting his thumb come up and flick my bottom lip, “…already started kissing you. We undressed each other in haste, no care for the fancy clothes we had on. You’re absolutely sinful in every universe…”

Stephen’s voice had gotten huskier and lower with every sentence, his half lidded eyes flashed with other worldly colors from all the emotions running through his body. With a speed I didn’t anticipate, his hand was gripping my ass through my shorts and tugging me flush with him, one of his knees pressing between my legs. The pressure was perfect, easing the throbbing I’d woken up with but causing me to moan needily at the contact. Our lips met in the middle, crushing together with twin sighs. Stephen’s delightfully cool tongue, lapped upward and grazed the roof of my mouth teasingly, before seeking out my tongue. I shivered at the contact, trying my best to melt into Stephen’s embrace.

“Keep going,” I panted, worming a hand between us to slide under his soft, red shirt and feel his deliciously icy skin under my fingers. “Please.”

“Are you sure?” Stephen murmured against my lips, resisting the urge to grind his erection against me.

“Please…” I whined, rolling my hips against him and swallowing the resulting moan from him.

“Y—you kissed me everywhere,” he groaned, rolling onto his back so I’d end up on top of him.

I latched my mouth onto his sharp jaw, kissing and nipping my way back to his ear and feeling him press into the contact. I hooked my fingers into the bottom of his shirt, tugging it up and catching his gaze for permission. Stephen sat up slightly, dragging the shirt over his head from his back and flinging the garment out of sight. I paused, taking in his—what should be worryingly pale—skin, rapidly heaving chest, and the soft ‘o’ of his mouth as I circled my hips over his. I smirked at his response—his beautiful eyes fluttering shut with a purr leaving his throat—and pushed him down to the bed by his shoulder.

When my visual curiosity was sated, I leant back down to recreate exactly what he was telling me. Curses escaped his chest as I moved my way down his neck, lapping over his clavicles and down to his tightly muscled chest—briefly pausing to press my lips to the scars that littered his otherwise perfect skin. I let my hand drift down his chest to flick over his pebbled nipple to gauge his reaction. Encouraged by the soft hiss he let out, I rolled the bud between my thumb and forefinger and grinned with he let out a strangled “yes”. Scooting my body down lower, I glanced up at his face to see his reaction as I positioned my mouth over the pink skin. My tongue flicked out, making him whimper and clutch my head which was enough of a hint for me to take his entire nipple between my lips. I tugged the sensitive flesh with my lips and teeth while my other hand played with the other. Simply watching Stephen writhe in pleasure was a treat enough on its own. After torturing Stephen for a little, I nipped down his abdomen and simultaneously resisted the urge to bury my face in his stomach and go back to sleep.

“What else did I do?” I questioned, nosing my way down to the waistband of his sweats and licking the skin there with the point of my tongue. I had an idea of what he might say, hoping some of my favorite activities stayed the same throughout universes.

“You—um—you pushed my slacks and boxers down a—and…” Stephen trailed off, hesitantly rolling his tongue in his mouth as he got over the embarrassment, “…knelt in front of me.”

I moved lower down his body, roughly around the height I’d be if I was kneeling on the floor in front of him rather than kneeling over his horizontal body. I hooked my fingers into his sweats, feeling the absence of a secondary waistband that should belong to underwear.

Interesting.

Smirking up at him, I tugged the material down, feeling my jaw slack as his erection bobbed free. From the reddened, swollen head to the thick middle and down to where the base met his balls, my eyes devoured every inch of him. I flicked my tongue out to wet my suddenly dry lips, locking eyes with Stephen briefly to see the pleading, desperate look on his face. Maintaining the eye contact, I lowered my head with my tongue poised but not quite touching him yet. Stephen stiffened with tension, shuddering as I brought my hands to his hips before finally licking a long stripe up the underside of his cock. The shaky sigh that permeated his lips spurred me on, leading me to tongue his frenulum—which made him gasp quietly—and finally closing my lips around the head with long, vibrating, pleased moan emanating from his chest. Without any further warning, I took Stephen as deep as I could and created a decent amount of suction as I tucked my lips behind my teeth.

Stephen was not prepared one bit.

His abdomen tensed, his back lifting off of the bed in surprise with his hand grasping for purchase on my head. A deep—deeper than any ordinary, mortal man could make—guttural moan followed by a satisfied, hissing, “Oh, shit…”

I smiled around his cock, glancing up to a sight I wasn’t exactly expecting, but from the way his fingers dug just a little on the side of sharp into my scalp, it made perfect sense. From where I could see as I continued pleasure him without missing a beat, the lower three quarters of his arm gradually covered in undulating black goop and lead to what I assumed were black claws. Flicking my eyes up to his face, I saw his face tightly scrunched but with his face covered in dark blue plating like scales—leading to bright green skin that dissipated down his chin and neck. His hair peeked through the plating and beard still covered his chin, seeming more red than brown with the highly contrasting colors. His other arm flaunted the beginning stages of white fur growing in tufts along his pale skin. A rogue tentacle kept me pressed to Stephen by protruding from his side and wrapping around my back to my chest and trailing up to my throat. Despite what should be a terrifying collection, it was all creatures I’d seen before so there was little deterrent to my mission.

As Stephen finally relaxed into the sudden sensation, his eyes blearily blinked open—revealing glowing green eyes with snake-like pupils. The color alone was enough to make me gasp around his cock, which undoubtedly came out like a garbled cross between a groan and a choke. Whatever it sounded like, it was enough to grab Stephen’s attention and seeing his eyes widen in mild horror upon glancing at his arms made me jump to keep his hands in place.

I cupped my hand around his on the back of my head, but released his cock from my mouth—much to my disappointment—but his peace of mind was more important, “Stephen…Stephen…It’s okay…I’m okay.”

I focused all my attention to this panicked man, a man who was all too caught up in not being human enough in that moment. His labored breathing and widened eyes were the only indication of panic I could see, but I knew that if his face was slightly less serpent-like, his face would be pure terror. I shuffled up his body, slowly so as to not startle him more and pressed kisses to the dark, bony wrist near my lips. I was distantly grateful that the tentacle initially holding me in place had become pliable enough to allow me to move in the first place.

I settled over Stephen’s torso, keeping my weight off of him to give him an escape if he needed it, but trying to convey the trust I had in him. I slowly placed my hand on his bare chest, making sure no movements were sudden for his sake. His glowing eyes fluttered shut as he breathed through his scaled lips, his breath escaping like hiccuped hisses. As his breathing settled, my hand gently slid up his chest to the side of his neck where the skin turned green. It felt no different to his normal skin until I thumbed his cheekbone near the edge of the dark blue plating. Stephen pressed his cheek into my hand, which I took as a good sign, and ran a finger up from his nose to his forehead in the direction of the plating.

“I trust you,” I murmured.

His eyes flew open at my voice, giving me his full attention as I cupped both of his cheeks and leaned forward to press my forehead against his. His split tongue flicked out to taste the air between us, just barely brushing my lip as it did.

“And, I love all of you, Stephen,” I urged.

Stephen closed the last bit of distance, capturing my bottom lip between his one fleshy lip and one scaled lip in an interesting texture imbalance. His tongue flicked and fluttered against mine, tickling me and making me squirm with a smile playing on the corners of my mouth. I felt his tentacle begin to tighten and keep me in place, not that I planned on moving unless he asked me to.

“Do you want to stop?” I asked as our lips slowed and separated.

“No,” he rumbled in his chest, bringing his clawed hands up to tug at my shirt without ripping it to shreds.

Feeling the urgency in his movements, I tugged the shirt over my head and was immediately greeted by his eyes flicking over every inch he could see. I nearly yelped as I felt a tentacle wrap securely around me and lift me just enough to hook two more tentacles into my shorts. I gave Stephen a desperate nod and all at once the two extra appendages slipped my shorts off and flung them behind me.

Stephen’s eyes fluttered shut, his head cocking to the side as his tongue flicked out rapidly with a satisfied smirk on his bicolored lips. A groan escaped his throat and he was suddenly sitting upright, nosing along the center of my chest, up to my throat and the side of my neck. His forked tongue flicked out along the way, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“You smell…” he sighed with a pleased hum, “…delectable.”

With his plated face pressed into my neck, I suddenly jolted as I felt thin, long fangs catch on my skin.

“Sorry,” he hissed, managing to hide them away and kissing the scratched skin.

“Stephen…” I whimpered, pressing my hips down into his abdomen.

“I know what you need, love,” he kissed just below my ear. “My hands are a little…” he snorted, holding two very different looking claws up, “…unusable—at the moment. Do you mind if I use something…different?”

Before I could ask what he meant, I felt a tentacle sliding over my thighs and pressing between my legs just enough to get the hint.

“If you don’t, I’ll be a little upset,” I grinned against his cheek.

“Good to know,” he responded with a sly grin and laid back down, tugging me down with him.

I was—all at once—too distracted to form proper words as his mouth claimed mine and distantly felt tentacles start spreading me open.

“There’s…drawer…,” I tried to speak between kisses, not even realizing Stephen’s tongue had gone back to normal until it slid above mine and drew a moan out of me. My arm, that had been reaching for the aforementioned drawer, stuttered in midair.

“I’ve got it under control, my love,” he hummed and guided my attention back to him with a series of kisses and laps along my jaw.

The tentacles had been in contact with me long enough that they weren’t jarringly cold as they held me open and drew nearer to my entrance. As if realizing I was being teased far too long already, I felt a warm, slick push as the thinnest part worked itself inside me.

“H—ow…” I barely got out as the tip slid in easily.

“Useful aren’t they?” Stephen grinned, deceptively looking like a snarl.

I sighed as the appendage began slowly thrusting, jolting and gasping against Stephen’s lips as it rubbed over a particularly sensitive spot.

“D—Do you feel that—this?”

“In a way, yes,” Stephen breathed with a glassy-eyed look on his face. “You’re so tight…”

Not particularly liking that answer, I sat up and rutted against where his cock was trapped between us, scooting back so I could wrap my hand around his neglected flesh and subsequently impaling myself deeper on to the appendage already inside me. Before I could make complete contact with his cock, a pristine, white-furred claw snatched my wrist.

“I’m on the ed—edge just watching you,” Stephen’s voice caught as my eyes rolled back with particularly good thrust. “Just let me watch.”

“I don’t want to come unless you’re inside me,” I practically whined.

“I am inside you,” Stephen chuckled.

“Your cock, smart ass.”

“Just let me watch a little longer,” he repeated, squeezing my thighs ever so gently with his dangerous claws.

I dug my fingers into Stephen’s chest, keeping me upright as the tentacle’s thrusting picked up. I felt the one that had been cradling my torso all this time wind tighter up my torso and neck. Twisting over my shoulder and around the back of my neck, the tip dragged from my jaw to my cheek and prodded against my lips. I focused my eyes back on Stephen’s face as best as I could—considering I was fighting closing them all together—and took in the assessing look on his face cataloguing every moan and movement I made. I flicked my tongue out, tracing just the tip of the muscular limb before allowing it to pass through my lips.

“Oh, just like that,” Stephen shuddered.

I treated the tentacle much like I had his cock earlier, giving him the performance of a lifetime to store away. I could feel the moment his control snapped, yanking the tentacle from my mouth and sitting up in one swift motion. His mouth sealed over mine, his lips feeling strangely normal but my train of thought was cut off by a bright purple flash through my closed eyelids.

“What was that?” I gasped, grinding against his lap.

“Precautionary,” Stephen groaned, but flaunted his violet rune covered body for a moment. “I didn’t want him to feel this,” he murmured as he pulled a small packet out from thin air and snapped it away, knowing full well that if I glanced down the condom would be in place. I chuckled at him being responsible considering the state of his universe. “Also,” he continued, “I don’t know what kind of magic I might release or what these assholes will do when I come inside you,” he let out a growl with his last words.

“What does it do?”

“It’ll—mmh—sort of turn his attention elsewhere if he tries to do a sweep here, however if he’s tracking something I specifically left behind, it won’t matter, he’ll know I’m here. We should be okay, though,” Stephen shrugged. “Now…” he grinned, his pale features back on display and his hands more or less back to normal, “…stop thinking about him, and think about me instead.”

“You’re literally the same person,” I rolled my eyes.

“Oh, don’t insult me like that,” Stephen teased, turning and laying me on my back.

He attached his mouth to my neck as soon as my back hit the mattress, winding tentacles around my hips to raise them in lieu of a pillow that he had no interest in searching for in that moment. And what was one more way to show off, right?

“Good?” He murmured against my neck.

“Please, Stephen,” I whined, nipping his jaw for making me wait.

Not needing much more encouragement, Stephen was soon prodding at my entrance—still overly slick courtesy of his useful extra appendages. Watching him overcome with pleasure as he pushed inside me, I understood how he was on edge just watching me. His normally pale skin had an unusual blush across his neck and chest, something I hadn’t seen before. His mouth dropped open just the slightest as he finally buried himself completely, a beautiful sight mixed with his—now human—hands clenching my hips as if I’d disappear. Once Stephen recovered his bearings, his hips moved leisurely; clearly wanting so savor each and every moment.

“F—fuck,” I cursed, the angle at which his tentacles held my hips allowing him to plow repeatedly exactly where I needed him to.

“I love you so much,” he panted, dropping to his elbows next to my head and covering my lips with his. His resolve crumbled with every stroke, our lips barely touching but breathing from each other still. “I—missed you so much,” he mumbled almost incoherently, but I knew it wasn’t exactly meant for me—not this me—and I was okay with that.

I could feel myself approaching my release causing me to dig my fingers into his shoulders, no doubt creating indents in his skin—indents I’m sure he’d wish to keep forever if he could. The knot in my stomach was pulled taught, I just needed—needed—

A slick tentacle pushed between our bodies, slithering lower down our stomachs and lower—low—

“S—ste—,” anything I wanted to say got stuck in my throat as the tentacle worked its magic.

I was coming hard, squeezing Stephen with every part of my body and leaving panting gasps against jaw as I tried to ground myself with his body. Never far behind me these days, Stephen suddenly gasped after a few more thrusts. His forehead pressed desperately into the mattress below me as his gasp turned into groans, but his hips still moving and drawing out both of our pleasure into the territory of overstimulation.

The first thing I noticed upon coming back to Earth was that his skin was rougher and his body heavier and a bit wider than before. Stephen still smelled the same, that hardly ever changed but as I blinked my eyes open and saw a much bigger muscle mass on top of me, discolored skin, and a bottom half that didn’t feel quite humanoid; I knew what had happened.

With a sated sigh and a reluctant grunt, Stephen heaved himself up; eyes immediately flicking to his enlarged hands and tightly corded forearms. I caught his attention with a relaxed, gentle hand on his cheek—carefully avoiding any stray eyes—and gave him an extremely pleased smile. He melted into the touch, kissing me languidly so as not to pinch any skin with his bottom tusks. By the time the kiss was over, his body was back to its normal size.

Despite Stephen’s insistence that he could change the sheets with a snap of his fingers, we found ourselves curled up on the couch and freshly showered. I sat back against Stephen’s chest, nestled securely between his legs as we distractedly watched whatever baking show happened to be on. Shumie—feeling especially needy after earlier—had a thin tendril wrapped around my wrist and ending in my palm, where I soothed over muscle with the pads of my fingers.

“Do you—,” Stephen started and stopped, only continuing when I threw a questioning glance over my shoulder. “Do you think you’d ever regret letting me in?” Stephen’s voice was soft and timid, face hidden near the back of my neck.

I hated that he still felt like he had to ask that question but leaned my head back to rest on his shoulder so I could peer up at him anyway, “Stephen…no matter what happens…” I let my voice drift off so I could lean up and press a kiss to his bearded jaw, “…no matter what happens, I will never regret this. I’ll never regret us.”

Too overwhelmed to respond with his own promises, Stephen craned his neck and sealed my promise with a kiss.

Here I am Singing your song, believing Though the world’s asunder This is our time And our love is crystalline

Still feeling on edge about the exchange he had with you, Strange began a spell to magically sweep your area for any abnormalities, studying each dark, cavernous hole in the wall on your street. The closer he got to your house, though, the more inclined he felt to investigate something out of place across the street and sighing when it turned out to be nothing. As he turned his attention back to your house, he felt a familiar presence and had to freeze to ensure it wasn’t part of this spell.

Oh.

As soon as Strange recognized the presence as Wong entering the Sanctum, Strange was teleporting without so much as a greeting as he stomped hurriedly over to Wong.

“Wong, we have a problem!”

With an exasperated sigh, Wong dropped his bag in the foyer and turned to face Strange with a tired expression.

“Sorry—er—how was the whole…dragon thing?” Strange backpedaled.

“Enlightening. Though, not as much as I fear this conversation will be.”

“I need you to look at this,” Strange gulped, pulling the crystalline orb out of its dimensional storage. After making it bigger for Wong to see, Strange waited with visible tension as the symbols floated around.

“A problem, indeed,” Wong hummed, extracting symbols that Strange recognized as each of the creatures he had sensed, letting them all float in a cluster independent of the rest of the spell Strange had frozen. “And at the center of it all…you.”

“Well, obviously, I’m the one who put up the sigils in their house…” Strange rolled his eyes.

“No…this is…” Wong squinted at the symbols, isolating the one he had identified as Strange and floating it near the symbols for the creatures. His frown deepened as he saw the symbols gravitate and follow Strange’s.

“Come on, I really need your thoughts on this…” Strange sighed impatiently.

Wong began pulling symbols close and stepped back in surprise as some started snapping into place as if they belonged together. “It’s you,” Wong gasped, stepping further back in mild horror as the last of the pieces snapped together like magnets.

“Wong, it’s not—”

“It is!” Wong held up the pyramidal shape, allowing it to float in the palm of his hand, “It’s darker and more volatile but undeniably you. Strange, these pieces fit together perfectly.”

“But how? I’ve never encountered a good portion of these creatures! Unless…” Strange’s face fell as he realized what it would mean.

Wong’s eyes snapped to Strange’s, “If what you told me about visiting universes is true…we absolutely do have a problem.”

“And if he’s anything like that version of me who read the Darkhold…,” Strange trailed off, taking the pyramid shape from Wong.

“I need to go. Now,” Wong’s expression left no room for arguments and soon the man was creating a portal to Kamar-Taj likely to prepare for an attack, his bag left abandoned in the foyer.

Strange stood with his mind still reeling from the revelation and boggled as to how the hell he was going to go about this.

You will stand a vision Of your world of wonder And play your hand, magician Like there’s no tomorrow

All lyrics from Crystalline by Poets of the Fall

Chapter 7

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