#stacy king

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Miss Stacy King as a motorbike hippie in The Sweet Ride (1968)

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Sucré | Mid July

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The Spider Target By Dan Martins, a character designer and illustrator

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Stacy King 2023

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every spiderverse character eating leaves

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An easy way to explain RDJ being Doctor Doom is if it’s established that some variants are actually doppelgängers of established characters. Like as part of the chaos of the multiverse, some people end up looking like a completely different character in another universe. To retroactively justify this:

1) MCU Kate Bishop’s doppelgänger is Gwen Stacy from Spider-Verse

2) Apocalypse’s doppelgänger is Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley

3) Deadpool’s doppelgänger is Hannibal King from Blade Trinity

With this explanation, we also justify why certain characters are played by different actors (ex: the 3 Spider-Mans).

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Cartoon Family + Father and Sons/Daughters-in-Law

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Nicolas Ghesquière presented the Louis Vuitton Spring/Summer 2024 collection during Paris Fashion Week on Monday (2nd October 2023). The front row was packed with many celebs, as you would expect.

Zendaya, Jennifer Connelly, Cate Blanchett, Alicia Vikander, Ana de Armas, Gemma Chan, Cynthia Erivo, Renate Reinsve, Thuso Mbedu, Saoirse Ronan, India Amarteifio, Regina King, Phoebe Dynevor, Alana, Danielle and Este Haim, Chloë Grace Moretz, Hannah Einbinder, Kerry Condon, Léa Seydoux, Lous and the Yakuza, Shay Mitchell, Stacy Martin, Ariana Greenblatt, Eileen Gu and Maia Mitchell (all wearing Louis Vuitton).

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Chapter 1

Warnings: None. (Will however be a 18+ reader book)

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.

You pulled on a long F/C hoodie along with a pair of black capris and some silver, purple, and pink shoes before pulling your H/C hair back into a ponytail. It was a little hotter out, but you had gotten more and more uncomfortable with having your left arm showing as you had gotten older and older.

That was because you had eleven soulmates.

Eleven.

E-le-ven.

No one had eleven soulmates. The most someone had was five. It was in the book of Genius World Records. At least, it had been until you had turned six months of age and the doctors were putting you up for photos to steal that place.

Eleven soulmates.

Each soulmate was shown by a colour imprinted into your skin. It circled the entire way around and coloured in. Very rarely, there would sometimes be a mix of two colours in one line, which meant that they were a complicated person.

You had eleven. More than half of them had two colours on each line.

Each line was about one and a half or two inches thick, so you had half of the space between your elbow and your wrist covered.

The first line was gold.

The second was gold and green.

The third line was pure black.

The fourth was red, white, and blue.

The fifth was silver and red.

The sixth was blue and green.

The seventh was red and gold.

The eighth was purple and black.

The ninth was also silver.

The tenth was also purple and black.

The eleventh was pink and brown.

Yours- your favorite colour- was situated on the right wrist and it was (for story purposes I chose because I needed an 'unusual' colour) Periwinkle, Turquoise OR Jade.

You grabbed your water bottle and headed outside for a run.

You hadn't been living in New York for long, having moved here for [either college or work].

You quickly headed for the park that you had been running at, popping earbuds into your ears, before setting it to your running playlist and taking off.

In the soulmate world of colours, you didn't develop your colours until you were six months old. And at that point, most didn't even get their left colours yet. Just their right one. It usually meant that their soulmate wasn't born yet.

The colours could change of course, people's favorite colours changed all of the time. You remembered when the purple and black line (number 8) had once been grass green and arctic blue. That change hadn't actually been to long ago, well five plus years at least. . . whenever the Sokovia Accords were supposed to have been signed.

You were allowed to marry all of your soulmates, because the Supreme Court acknowledge- as having more than one soulmate became more and more popular- that it wouldn't be fair to the other soulmates if only two could get married.

However, you weren't allowed to have sexual interactions without someone who wasn't your soulmate and even after meeting your soulmate, you weren't allowed to have sexual interactions until your honeymoon. This was to assure that there were no illegitimate children. And that was because children who were born of two people who weren't soulmates ended up not having any soulmate bonds period. They also tended to become either extremely sick, or extremely scary. Some of the most famous examples were Red Skull, Obadiah, Hitler, and Xi Xi Ping.

Once you were married, you developed an underlying characteristic from your soulmate. For example, if you soulmated with someone who was abundant in generosity, you would find that you yourself was more generous as well after the marriage bond. Whatever trait you got however, usually was to tip one of your own more. . . unfavorable characteristics into balance. So if you were a 'scrooge', you would become 'not scrooge'.

It was funny though, you had eleven soulmates and you had yet to meet a single one. And here you were [18-30] years of age, and still not one of your soulmates had shown. Seriously? How was that possible?

You sped up at the end of the song, putting in a full out sprint before the ads started to play. You slowed down before coming to a complete stop, taking a deep drink from your water bottle.

You sighed, wiping your forehead briefly with the hoodie sleeve. It truly was a right pain in the ass to wear such long clothes while running. But you hated being called out for, 'hey, aren't you the girl who was in the record book for eleven soulmates?'

Yeah, no thanks.

Maybe you could get those like. . . what are they. . . like arm sleeve. . .things? Ugh. English words.

Your phone started to ring and you picked it up, "Hey Y/S/N, are you up yet?"

"Clearly if I'm calling you." Your sister's voice grumbled through the phone. "I was hoping to sleep in a little longer. Your boss called the home phone. He wants you in the office in forty-five minutes."

"Ah shit." You cursed, hurrying back towards the apartment you shared with your sister. "Alright, I'm on my way."

You ran past a brunch of people walking calmly on the streets, bumping into an African American man who looked slightly familiar.

"I'm so sorry." You said hurriedly before moving past him, not even noticing the two female guards that had moved to stop you. Nor did you see him lift a hand to keep them from killing you for your 'crime'.

So maybe they wouldn't have killed you, who knows.

"Yeesh." He said in a light tone, "No need to be so uptight Okoye. It was an accident."

"Just wanted a less rushed apology my King." Okoye said stiffly.

T'Challa laughed a little, "She's clearly in a hurry. It is of no importance. Let us continue."

Meanwhile in your apartment, you rushed to shower, put your makeup one, do your hair, and throw on some appropriate clothes for your secretary job before rushing back out again. You hailed a taxi- you got lucky- and then you were on your way to work.

It was Thursday, so you hadn't been expecting work as you usually only worked Friday afternoons, Saturdays, and Sundays to keep up with your college studies Monday-Friday. But College had ended last week, leaving you on summer break. You had let it temporarily slip your mind.

Your mind wandered to your soulmates again, getting slightly desperate. You had several friends that were happily married- some of them even had kids already. Your sister had just gotten married and she was several years younger than you.

More specifically though, you wondered if your soulmates were just as desperate for you, or if they had other soulmates. Just because they were your soulmate and you were theirs, it didn't mean that they didn't have their own.

(For example: T, G, and S. S might be soulmate with both T and G, but it doesn't mean that T and G were soulmates with each other, just S. T might even have M as their own soulmate but neither G nor S is soulmates with M. But M would be part of the relationship because their soulmates with T and T is soulmate with S and S is soulmate with G and T. Confusing, I know. I made this story much harder on myself than need be.)

Luckily, you made it to your job with five minutes to spare, quickly take your spot behind one of the five secretary desks, setting yourself up.

Your secretary desk was a bit more cluttered than the others. You had a book in one of the cubby holes that you sometimes pulled out when it was a slow day. Several cups were on the shelf- not for drinking- but just filled to the brink with pens and pens and more pens. Your calendar book was on the left side of the desk, your laptop in the middle, and then the phone that you took the calls from on the right.

You pulled up the computer, letting it warm up quickly as you settled yourself in.

It was a slow day as predicted and you switched between work, reading snippets from the book, and also researching some stuff online.

Around lunch time, you put your phone on pause, grabbing your purse, and heading out with three of the other four girls that worked behind the desk.

"Where do you guys want to eat out today?" Stacy asked.

"Umm, how about Chinese food?" Jessie suggested, "I haven't had that in forever."

"Sure." You said. "There's a Panda Express nearby. I wouldn't mind getting some orange chicken and fried rice."

"Oh that does sound good." Katherine said wistfully.

The four of you walked to the Panda Express a few blocks down, ordering, before sitting at one of the high tables on stools. As you chowed down on the delicious and savory orange chicken paired with steamy fried rice and a nice F/Soda, Jessie said, "Oh yeah, did you guys here about the woman who bumped into the King of Wakanda today?"

"No, when did this happen?" You asked in interest. "Is she still alive?"

Stacy tsked, "Y/N, you know that the King of Wakanda isn't like that."

You grinned, "I was just kidding. Do they know who bumped into him?"

"No, apparently she was running like crazy." Jessie said thoughtfully. She pulled out her phone, pulling up something before sliding it over to you. You picked it up as she finished off her Teriyaki chicken as you watched.

You felt your heart start to beat faster and the blood drain from your face as you recognized exactly who had bumped into the King of Wakanda. While they hadn't been able to capture your face. . . well you pretty much know when you're on camera.

Shit. You knew he'd looked familiar.

You slid the phone over to Jessie, taking a large sip of your soda before asking, "Where is he staying?"

"Avengers Tower naturally." Katherine said with a shrug, slurping up her low mein noodles, "Did you know he doesn't have a soulmate yet? In fact, there's rumor than none of the Avengers have soulmates!"

"Crazy, right?" Stacy sighed, rubbing her singular blue band of her male soulmate whose name was Jackson.

"No, Captain America has his soulmate." Jessie said, shaking her head. "He's soulmated to Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson."

"Oh wow." I said. "I didn't know that."

"Yeah, well he doesn't flaunt them, ya know?" Jessie asked. "Although it was a bit of a surprise since soulmates are normally male and female pairs and same-sex pairs are rare just cause. . . well you know children. But he seems happy."

You didn't watch to much about the Avengers. You knew most of them, though not to a crazy extent. You were a big fan of that one song though.

"I think Tony Stark found is soulmate too, now that I think about it," Katherine said, frowning slightly before tucking her black hair over her shoulder. "But he's never said who it is."

"Pepper Potts?" Stacy asked.

"No. She's in that relationship with Happy Hogan and May Parker." Katherine said, shaking her head, "They have Peter Parker from May's brother and sister and then Morgan Hogan from Pepper and Happy."

"I thought I heard Pepper and Tony were soulmates?" You questioned as the four of you started to clean up the trash, tossing it.

"There was speculation because they were so close, but nope. Tony's friend Happy instead. Although I don't think May and Pepper are soulmates."

Once you were back at work and by yourself, the nerves started to twist in your stomach. You were starting to think of worst case scenarios. What if the King of Wakanda was waiting for you when you got home? What if your apology was inadequate for the King? Oh God, of course it was inadequate!

The nerves ate you up so badly your boss told you go home and get some rest because you were looking sick. You simply nodded, packing it up and walking home instead of trying to catch a taxi.

Once you were home, you looked around you, sure that the King of Wakanda would be out there waiting for you. Or maybe a guard. But there was no one. You headed into the apartment building, taking the elevator to the fifth floor and stepped into your apartment.

You did a full, paranoid scan of the apartment- your sister was out- before finding the place empty.

The King of Wakanda had not cared.

Good.

But the nerves wouldn't let you go.

Should you apologize again? Go to Avengers Tower and ask to see the King of Wakanda?

Yeah right.

Like they'd let a commoner like you in.

Maybe you could flash your eleven bands and gain some 'celebrity' pass.

Laughable.

You dithered around the apartment for another half hour before you headed out of the building again. It was at least worth a chance.

So you started the walk towards the Avengers Tower.

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stacy dash for king magazine 2008 issue shot by lionel deluy