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beachylupin · 6 months

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Don't You Want Me || Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

second part to gotta go home here! there is literally no relief because it's essentially just a fight :-) let me know if you'd like to see more! <3 word count: 2.6k (short ik) warnings: swearing, drug use, fighting, angst, idk what else to say

Friday night girl’s nights were sacred. You both wore pajamas, and Robin brought music that was long forgotten once you were in the throes of a conversation whereas you provided an array of snacks that were devoured by the end of the night. It was fun, and honest, and it always ended with the two of you watching the sun rise.

Last week, your house was filled with girlish giggles, Elton John, and the smell of burning Jiffy Pop. As the sun rose, you rested your head on Robin’s shoulder.

“I think I like Steve,” you said quietly, and you meant it.

“I thought you thought he was an idiot,” she replied, resting her head on top of yours.

“I do,” you mumbled. “Jus’ a lovable idiot.”

“Do you forgive him about the Tammy thing?” She asked, adding, “I did. It was an honest mistake.”

“I probably should,” you mumbled, and Robin threw her arm around you. “I just makes me mad-”

“I’m fine,” she reminded you quietly. “It’d make everything a lot easier if you did.”

This week, girl’s night was at Robin’s house.

The burgundy BWM was parked outside of her house. Not anything out of the ordinary considering its owner worked with Robin, but your heart dropped when you realized that it was off instead of idling.

Steve was inside.

Your forgiveness resolution fell out the window as slammed the door of your own car a little harder than intended, grabbed your bag, and marched your way up to the door, letting yourself in.

“Robin?!” You called, not even bothering to take off your shoes. “Robin!”

She poked her head out from the kitchen, her smile fading as soon as she saw how red your neck was. “Hiii.” She sounded guilty.

“What the hell, Robin!” You hissed when she met you halfway, pushing you toward the entryway. “You said it was just going to be us!”

“It is just us!” She confirmed with an uneasy smile. “And Steve too,” she mumbled behind her teeth.

“Robin-”

“His mom and dad are gone,” she whined as you took off your shoes. “I hate thinking that he’s just alone in that house on a Friday night…”

“I don’t care-”

“Forgive him-” Robin was hissing as Steve rounded the corner, a bowl of popcorn and tapes in his hands.

“Oh, hey! I was wondering when you were going to show up!”

He seemed so casual, his face showing no malice about the last time you had spoken to him. His smile was as genuine as they come. He was dressed in grey sweatpants and a Hawkins sweatshirt. He must’ve gotten the pajama memo.

“I brought two movies,” he continued, and you internally groaned, tuning him out.

Robin never lasted through movies. It was like her super power. She always fell asleep. You looked into the living room, noticing Robin’s nest already set up on the La-Z-Boy, leaving the sofa for you and Steve to share. Fantastic.

Robin nudged you with her elbow. “I know you like Stephen King,” she said, grabbing the bowl of popcorn from Steve. “We should do that one.”

She walked away before you could answer, shoving her mouth full of popcorn before plopping down on the recliner.

You glanced at Steve to find him already staring, movies in his hand.

“I wouldn’t have taken you as a horror fan,” he said, still smiling as he took a slight step toward you.

You shrugged, suddenly feeling self-conscious. You were in a pair of flannel pajama bottoms and a scoop-neck tank top, knowing Robin’s house always ran hot. Not to mention, your hair was thrown up into a ponytail and you had no makeup on. You wanted to shrink.

“You okay?” He asked, his eyebrows raised. You simply nodded. “I’ll go pop it in then.” Steve squeezed your elbow, venturing into the living room.

You stayed there rubbing your elbow, knowing this was Robin’s way to try to make you talk to him. You glared at the back of her head before following Steve into the living room. You sat down, grabbing a throw pillow to hold to your chest. You cuddled up to the arm of the sofa, avoiding the middle as you curled your feet underneath you.

Steve sat next to you, not respecting the “middle” rule as closely as you did as threw his arms over the back of the couch. You scooted your feet further under you, trying not to slide toward him. He kicked his feet up on the coffee table, glancing at you.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked. “I didn’t mean to intrude-”

“You didn’t,” you said, not meeting his gaze. “I’m fine.” You felt like your face was on fire.

“Yeah, Steve, she’s fine,” Robin said with a roll of her eyes. “Now, shut up. I’m trying to get scared.”

Within twenty minutes, soft snores left Robin’s mouth.

The grip on the pillow in your lap tightened, debating on whether or not you wanted to throw it at her.

You had let your foot slip within that time, the tips of your toes pressed against Steve’s warm thigh, not daring to move them in fear that he’d say something.

Steve slouched down, making your foot touch him more, his hand resting near the back of your head. You swallowed the nagging feeling to look at your foot, returning half of your attention to the boring movie.

“This movie is kinda dumb,” he mumbled as if he could read your mind.

You shrugged, glancing at him as you finally moved your foot away. “Jus’ a slow build up like the book.” He was a lot closer than you had thought, now sitting in the crack of the two cushions.

“What happens in the book?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “Do the kids live in the corn?”

“‘M assuming it’ll all happen in the movie,” you mumbled, your eyes back on the television. “No, they don’t live in the corn.”

“Then why is it called Children of the Corn?” He asked, now almost on your cushion.

“You’ll find out,” you said, glancing at him to see him staring, his attention no longer on the movie. “Shh.” You leaned your head against the arm rest, watching the television.

Steve sighed dramatically as he scooted over, his fist meeting his cheek as he propped his elbow on the arm rest. You didn’t need to look at him to know his lips were pouty from the smush of his cheek.

“Is anyone supposed to die?” He asked, his voice muffled from his hand.

“Yeah,” you mumbled.

“When?” He scooted back, crossing his arms again, his leg bouncing.

“Hopefully soon,” you muttered, ignoring how he slumped further into the couch, groaning.

You could feel your leg slipping back toward his even closer thigh so you sat up, hugging your knees into your chest and using them as a chin rest.

The movie wasn’t all that interesting, but you held onto it like it was saving you from a conversation with Steve.

An honest conversation with him.

Steve sighed again, and you could feel him staring at the side of your face.

“Should we smoke?” He asked, half pulling a joint out of his pocket. “I still have the one you gave me.” You looked at him with your eyebrows raised. “Might make it more interesting…?”

“You never smoked that?” You asked incredulously, looking from a sleeping Robin to Steve. “She’d be pissed.”

“She doesn’t need to know,” he said, tone lilting on teasing. “Come on.”

He pushed himself up, his hand outstretched toward you. You didn’t take it, glancing at Robin again.

“Fine,” he said, shrugging as he leaned toward you, his hand on your knee. “More for me.”

With that, he was gone, his fingers dancing off of you as left the house out of the patio door in the kitchen, joint between his teeth.

Reluctantly, you stood, the pillow landing on the floor with a quiet thud. You followed him, your hands immediately on your bare arms as soon as you stepped through the door.

“‘S chilly,” you mumbled, watching as he lit it from his seat on the stoop. You sat next to him, watching as he took a drag, lips pursed around the joint.

“Do you want my sweatshirt?” He asked, passing you the joint between his fingers. You shook your head, accepting the joint. “Are you sure?”

“I like it cold,” you mumbled, joint between your lips. You felt his eyes on you as you took a drag, blowing it out slowly. You shivered slightly with the sudden high, handing it back to him.

“You don’t seem like you like the cold,” he said quietly.

“‘S not bad,” you mumbled. The high hit you immediately, as it often did, and you felt almost panicked. This is what Robin wanted. This was the chance to forgive him.

You needed water, your mouth becoming drier and drier. His knee bumped up against yours, and you cleared your throat, trying to think of what to say. “How’s Family Video?” You immediately felt stupid, peeking at him.

Steve glanced at you, his eyebrows furrowed. “You want to talk about work?”

“Yeah,” you lied, your tongue sticking to the roof of your mouth. “How is it working with Robin?” You didn’t care how it was working with Robin. You already knew. It was a pain in the ass getting her to actually concentrate on the matter at hand, but once she was on task, she was the best.

His eyebrows remained furrowed as he took another drag, passing the joint back to you. “Um,” he hummed, licking his lips slightly. “It’s okay, I guess. She’s really good when she’s focused.”

You laughed through your nose, nodding knowingly. “That’s exactly how I’d describe it, too.”

You nursed the joint, ignoring how Steve watched you. A quiet lull came over the two of you as you passed the joint back, tucking some fallen hair behind your ears.

You felt like you needed to say something, but the joint wasn’t helping. All you could think about was the party. You sighed, glancing at him again. Steve was staring off into space, letting the smoke curl around his face. You looked over your shoulder, seeing Robin still asleep on the chair.

Poor Robin. You still needed to forgive him for what he did at Jason’s party, but the petty part of your brain latched onto it. You knew Robin said to forgive him, but how could he do that to her? How could he potentially hurt her like that? How could he do that to you? Letting Tammy be all over him in front of you. You knew that he liked the game. It had been confirmed.

Now high, you felt your jaw tighten the longer you thought about it.

“How’s Tammy?” You asked, staring at him fully for the first time that night. You knew it was a stupid question, but you just couldn’t help yourself.

Steve stopped mid-toke, looking at you. “What?”

“How’s Tammy?” You asked again, not breaking eye contact. You felt like you were floating, your heart beating fast. Your mouth was painfully dry.

“Thompson?” He narrowed his eyes, facing out toward the lawn again as you hummed your response. “Why?”

You shrugged, taking the joint from him, putting it between your lips for a small puff. “You just seemed… close at Jason’s. I figured you know how she was doing.”

“I’m assuming she’s back in Nashville,” he said, his tone clipped. “Why do you care?” You shrugged again. “I’m sorry that you’re jealous-”

You scoffed, shoving the joint in his hands. “Fuck off,” you said pointedly, patting his knee as you stood.

“What?!” He said, dropping it on the ground. “You’re the one who admitted it!”

“You don’t need to throw it in my fucking face, Steve!” You shouted back. “You knew I liked you, and you fucked her anyway!”

“What?! Nothing happened!” Steve shouted. “You’re jealous about nothing!” He grabbed your hand, squeezing warmth into it. “Nothing!”

You rolled your eyes, shaking his hand off yours. “I don’t believe you.” You went back inside, trying to slide the door shut before he caught it. You huffed, stomping into the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the cupboard.

“Listen, I’m sorry, ” Steve said, following you into the kitchen. When you didn’t reply, he sighed. “I really am, but-”

You huffed, back to him as you filled a glass of water. “I’m not listening to your bullshit apologies-”

Something in Steve snapped, and he grabbed your wrist and tugged it hard enough for you to stop and look at him.

His mouth was small, pursed with anger.

“They are not bullshit,” he bit back, stepping toward you. “Nothing about this is bullshit.”

“You’re bull-”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” His voice was low. A warning.

You could test him if you wanted, but you decided against it, narrowing your eyes. “What’s up your ass, Harrington?”

“I’m trying to talk to you, and you’re not even giving me the time of day!” He nearly shouted, his voice only going quiet when you glared, pointing at a sleeping Robin. “I didn’t know!” He pleaded as you ripped your arm away.

“You’re just saying that because I caught you!” You hissed, slamming your cup down on the counter. “You like fucking with girls, don’t you?”

“What?!”

“Oh, don’t play fucking dumb, Steve,” you guawaffed, ripping your hand away from him. “You knew I liked you. There’s no way you’re that oblivious.”

Steve scoffed, stepping toward you. “How am I supposed to know that when you avoid me like the plague?”

You clenched your jaw as you huffed through your nose, your face angling towards him. “Would you- Would you want to talk to me if I had a boy hanging off of me like he was a growth at every party? Would you, Steve?!”

“Well, no-”

“And would you enjoy it if I- I don’t know- kissed every boy I saw in the general vicinity of you and I when we were together… at the same place… going somewhere together?” You enunciated the last word, your whisper turning harsh. You stepped closer, your breath fanning his face. “How would you feel if I fucked someone after you left?”

“Oh my god! Give it a rest!” He finally shouted, hands meeting his hair as he backed away from you. “I didn’t fuck her! I haven’t slept with anyone since Nancy! Get over it, okay?!”

You scoffed, a sinking feeling rising in your chest. You crossed your arms. “Yeah, right.”

As much as you didn’t want to believe him, you did. It would’ve been easier to just not believe him. To think that he’d been a womanizer after your winter makeout was far easier than thinking that he’d done nothing wrong.

“You know,” he said, his voice not as loud, hands still in his hair. “Maybe you’re the oblivious one.” You clenched your jaw, still staring at him. “I’ve been trying to make it obvious all night, and you haven’t picked up on anything.” He swallowed. “Don’t you want me?”

Your heart stopped. He liked you? Just as you opened your mouth, Robin stirred, lifting her head to glare at you and the back of Steve’s head. “You didn’t smoke without me, did you?”

You shut your mouth, squaring your jaw. “Nope,” you said stiffly. “Just grabbing water.”

You grabbed the cup off the counter, glancing at Steve before going back into the living room, sitting in your same seat, this time as small as possible.

Steve cleared his throat, slowly turning around. Under Robin’s close watch, he sat back down, respecting the middle rule a bit more closely.

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creative-heart · 10 days

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"My thoughts will echo your name"| Esteban Kukuriczka

Chapter three: “Until I found her.”

Lucia’s notes: I really do apologize in advance if this chapter is a bit slower or not as thrilling as the previous ones, but I kinda needed to give our sweet Kuku some more space to be himself in all his feels, some sad and piny, some more steamy and shmexy. I promise things will start picking up on the next chapter, which is actually, coming this Friday. @Y/IG/UN stands for Your instagram username. As usual, please let me know if I've let any mistakes get through

Playlist:

Apocalypse- Cigarettes after sex.

What a time- Julia Michaels, Niall Horan

Until I found you- Stephen Sanchez

The show- Niall Horan

Content Warning: This chapter is just basically from Kuku’s POV, lots of internal monologue and him pining over reader, basically him being quite an angsty mess for a bit. Brief, mild thoughts of sexy stuff, nothing too graphic, but if you do not want to read it, you can stop reading at “Every time kuku looked at Y/N…” after the first cut.

Word Count: 2kish

Kuku’s POV:

Esteban had never been one to envy what others had, even since he was a little boy, he had always been a generous, kind soul. He also really couldn’t complain about what life had sent his way, not that he hadn’t worked his ass off to get to where he was now, he knew all the success was much deserved. Why couldn’t he stop feeling so mad about Lucas being in a relationship with Y/N then?, why couldn’t he shake the feeling of his friend not being deserving of such a woman?. It was obvious she was way too good for him, she was not only one of the most gorgeous women kuku had ever met, but since the moment he first laid eyes on her, the hazel eyed woman had wooed him. She was so funny, so witty, her laughter so melodious and bright it could light up a whole room. He couldn’t keep lying, not to himself at least, he had the most raging crush on his best friend’s girlfriend.

Since the night of his coming home party, all he could think about was that beautiful woman every second he was awake and every single one of his dreams dominated by her face, the way his name sounded on her voice, the ever so slight lisp when she pronounced his whole name- which made it all that more adorable-. They may not have known eachother for that long, but sometimes it doesn’t take that much time to see the chemistry with someone, he knew it was there; and it saddened him so much to see how much she dulled herself when she was next to her boyfriend. Y/N was no doubts about it, as brilliant and talented as she was beautiful and sexy, he had confirmed that when he found her photography online. She could very well be making a living off of that, why did Lucas hide her away from the world was something he couldn’t grasp. If he were lucky enough to be her boyfriend, he’d brag about her nonstop to anyone who would listen.

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Conversation with Y/N was so easy as well, ever since they started texting and talking on the phone every night he had confirmed, that she was just all the more interesting than he had phatomed on their first encounter. They never seemed to run out of things to talk about and when those rare moments came about, silence was so comfortable it felt as if they knew eachother since forever. They had agreed to meet at the park near his place on a Wednesday afternoon, and he felt as nervous as he did when he went on his first date, or when he had his first ever audition. He remembered Y/N had said she loved Hazelnut caramel lattes one of the times they were chatting, so he made sure to grab two coffees when he headed to their not date date. Esteban took a deep breath as he saw the blonde girl sitting crosslegged on the grass picking at it absentmindedly and walked over to her, placing the to go cup in front of her face “penny for your thoughts sugar?” the freckled man said softly sitting down across from her.

As she took the cup taking a sip and smiled like a little girl who just got the doll she’s been waiting for for so long. “Hazelnut caramel latte, you remembered?” she said almost as if she expected him not to, it was the least he could do, -did Lucas really pay that little attention to her?- he thought as he took a sip from his beverage looking at her as if he were trying to memorize every single detail on her face; some people are so lucky they don’t even realize what they have don’t they?, all he knew, was that he could look at Y/N and listen to her talk all day. There was something really special about the way her face and specially those eyes lit up whenever she talked about something she was passionate about. Every time kuku looked at Y/N; all he could think about was how her lips would taste, how soft they’d feel against his; he was sure her skin was as warm and silky as it looked, kuku wanted to trace his fingers along every single inch of her skin, feel the goosebumps underneath his fingertips as he discovered the more tender spots on it. If he were to ever be given the chance to hear his name come out of her luscious lips in a breathy moan, he was sure he would collapse on the spot, in fact it was all he had been thinking about since that night at his parents house.

When Y/N handed him her camera and instructed him to find whatever on that park that inspired him, that made him want to take a picture of, all he wanted to do was point it at her, he could take a million and one pictures of that woman and never grow tired. He decided against it though- he thought he could feel something there from her part as well, but he didn’t want to ruin it if he was wrong- instead, he looked around and found a little girl playing with a dog and aimed the lens towards them; just as he was trying to get the camera focused, he felt the younger’s light breath on the side of his neck and her scent was so intoxicatingly sweet, she smelled like orchids and jasmines, it was the best smell he had ever come across and it fitted her so well, and he could her hear talking, but kuku couldn’t really focus on one single word she was saying. Having her so close to him made his heart race and he could feel the warmth inside him grow, he needed to be this close to Y/N all the time. “And now, once you’ve found what you like, you hold yourself still, and press the button”- You, I like you Y/N so very much- he thought as he could catch her looking at him through the corner of his eyes before snapping the picture.

As kuku stepped into the elevator of his apartment building he couldn’t erase that stupid boyish smile from his lips, he was absolutely smitten, lost, taken, he was gone, there was not even a good enough reason to deny that he was falling head over heels for Y/N, and it pained him so to see a woman such as her, wilting away and dimming her light to fit next to someone like Lucas, she deserved so much better. Esteban took his phone out of his pocket at the chime of a new text coming through, a grin drew on his face as soon as he saw the contact name on the bubble and opened them.

Y/N/N 🤞:This way, you can go back to these later on, when you want to check your first work ;)

Y/N/N 🤞: I had a really good time today by the way, thank you, I really needed to get out of my place, those walls can get trapping.

Y/N had sent him the pictures they had taken that afternoon, when had she managed to take that picture of him with his sunglasses on was a mystery.

Kuku 🤭: thanks for the pictures, and I’m also glad that I could help you feel better, always happy to help a damsel in distress 🤭

Esteban mentally cursed at himself for that supid reply and kept going trough the several pictures she had sent; laughing at a couple where they just got to playing around and decided to post them to his Instagram profile “park shenanigans @Y/IG/UN”. He sighed happily and walked into his place, grabbing a quick snack before going to take a long hot shower, he just needed to get himself together, what was happening wasn’t right. Even if he could tell Lucas didn’t make Y/N happy, even if he knew she deserved better, if he knew he could treat her better, it wasn’t right to be doing what he was doing, and thinking what he was thinking about with her. He either needed to stop and get his act together, or he needed to make his intentions clear to her. After what seemed like ages, and finding himself standing under now cold water, he got out and let himself fall onto his bed staring at the ceiling.

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A few days had gone by and Esteban hadn’t heard another word from Y/N that was weird, had something happened at the park the other day? had he done something wrong?. He looked at his phone, nothing, no new posts on Instagram nor any missed texts or calls from her, that was weird, they had gotten into the habit of talking to eachother on a daily basis. He decided to text her and make sure she was alright.

Kuku 🤭: Hey Y/N/N, hope everything’s okay, haven’t heard from you in a while and was getting worried, if you need anything, please let me know. 😚

He put his phone down again seeing no reply from her, not even a confirmation of her reading the text. Kuku decided to get ready and go over to Matias’ house, he texted him on his way over.

Kuku: Mati, I’m on my way to your place with a bottle of wine, I really hope you’re free tonight.

The younger man looked at his phone, knowing something must be going on if his friend was coming over unannounced, and asked his girlfriend Male to give them some space and time for a guys night before replying.

Mati: Well, Male just went out with friends, how bad is it? Do I need to rally the troops? cause I can always text Fran and Agus at least. Lemme know.

He didn’t even wait for the elder’s response, he sent a quick S.O.S text to the others and soon enough they were all at his place. Not long after they were all there, wine was flowing around, so were the laughs and silly jokes until Fran perked up a bit and looked at his freckled face friend “okay, what was the S.O.S text Mati sent about Kuku? spill darling.”

Esteban looked up at the blond sat across from him, and took a deep breath letting it out in a heavy sigh before downing his glass and getting a new one. “you got time?” he looked around a humorless chuckle getting past his lips as the others just looked at him; “okay, so remember the party my childhood friends threw for me a few weeks ago?” at the nod from the rest he continued “well.. there was a girl there…Y/N”.

“The one from your lovey dovey pictures on IG” Agus added on “you two dating?”

Kuku shook his head huffing “wish it was that easy bro, no, she’s dating my childhood best friend, I know she’s absolutely unhappy, I’m sure he’s a douche to her to say the least, and she’s so incredible, she’s not only gorgeous, but smart, sweet, witty, charming, talented, dude, she’s perfect, she literally is pretty much perfect, and I just can’t get her off my mind, and I wish there was something I could do to make her realize that Lucas, my friend, doesn’t deserve to be next to her and for her to finally leave him. He’s shutting her off so much, she’s wilting next to him” he rambled on for a while about the whole situation and ended up with a small shrug of his shoulders while he downed his drink again.

The boys looked at eachother. “Have you tried telling her how you feel?” Mati said as if it were the most obvious next step, and he was right, it was the obvious next step, that’s what he needed to do, and he was gonna do it, he needed to get together with Y/N again and tell her everything that had been going on in his mind.

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ironstrange1991 · 2 years

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Jealousy and Submission

+18 Smut (Rough sex)

Pairing: Supreme!Strange x Fem!StarkReader

Synopsis: Stephen's jealousy makes him refuse to talk to the reader for a whole week and she finally decides to put an end to their fight in the best way possible.

Word Count: 3,800k

Warnings: Toxic relationship, Jealousy, Submission, Sexual content including thigh riding, love bites, slapping, choking, male dominance, male masturbation, fingering, p in v, creampie.

A/N: Same pair from Don't Let Me Go and More Than Just a Song. Supreme Strange is really a troubled, very toxic lover. This one is very smutty, completely filth and rough. Hope you like it ;)

It was already 6pm and the movement inside the Baxter Institute was drastically reduced, the few people on your shift had already left, only a few people were still organizing everything for the people on the night shift who hadn't arrived yet.

You finally took off your lab coat and went to your office to get your things and on your way you passed Stephen's office, but he wasn't there. Of course he hasn't bothered to wait for you or even to say goodbye. He had acted like you didn't exist the whole week, worse than that he didn’t answer when you asked him something about work and you hated when he did that, you always argued with him saying he needed to have some sense to separate work from your personal live but he didn't really care what you said.

You sighed saying goodbye to the staff and taking the elevator.

Stephen was mad at you since the benefit ball the Institute held to raise funds for scientific research. During the party, one of the shareholders of Stark Industries, exactly from whom you expected the best donations, began to blatantly hit on you.

Nobody knew you and Stephen were a couple. Well, Reed and Sue knew and your father suspected something was going on, but mostly no one else could know. Nicholas Anderson wasn't necessarily an ugly man, but compared to Stephen he was so ridiculously unattractive and ordinary that you were surprised Stephen could get jealous, but there was no limit to Stephen's jealousy and it always got between you two, it always caused the biggest fights.

Of course you rejected Nick's advances, but you did it subtly, you didn't want to be rude, after all you knew the guy and you really expected a lot from him that night, but Stephen obviously understood that in another way, reaching the absurdity of dancing with a former co-worker from the time he worked as a neurosurgeon. You knew that extremely slow dance was meant to tease you and usually you didn't accept Stephen's teasing, but that night as he drove you home in total silence, jaw tight, clenched teeth, hands almost ripping the steering wheel off the car, you snapped.

Accusations were made on both sides and you insinuated that he slept with all the women at work, which was true when he worked at the hospital, but you knew very well that it didn't apply to who he was now and he replied that you should have slept with Nick to secure a bigger check.

The rest of the way was in grave silence and he left you inside the Stark Tower parking lot and left screeching.

That was on Sunday, it was already Friday and you couldn't take that situation anymore. You missed him and he missed you and it was all ridiculous, he was ridiculous, his jealousy bordered on obsession and you wanted him to apologize for what he said and you should apologize too, but that was the problem. Every time you fought out of jealousy or because Stephen thought you weren't giving him the attention he deserved, it was you who acted to make amends, you were the one who apologized first, it was you who took the blame that wasn't yours just because you couldn't stand being away from him anymore.

You knew it was wrong, that there was something toxic about that relationship, Sue always warned you about it, but you just couldn't help it, you loved him, and the very idea of you being quarreled for one more day seemed absurd to you.

You sighed walking out of the elevator into the parking lot and taking your cell phone and car keys out of your purse. You got in the car waiting for your father to answer the phone.

"Hey baby, still at work?"

You smiled with the pet name, your father was always so affectionate with you.

"I just left, well I'm still in the parking lot. I'm just calling to let you know I might be home late so don't worry."

He sighed into the phone "Don't tell me you're going to the Sanctum."

You sunk in the car seat, your father wasn't exactly a fan of Stephen. Well, he admired Stephen like everyone else, but since he started to understand that there was something between the two of you he started to act different with Stephen, colder, more irritating, always teasing. Stephen ignored it because he didn't want to pick a fight with Tony Stark and besides he knew it would hurt you, but it didn't get any better since your father, like Sue, also started to notice Stephen's behavior with you. You guys worked together, there was no way he wouldn't notice you spent the entire week chasing Stephen and being ignored by him.

"I just want to work this out, talk to him. I know we'll get along as usual."

Your father didn't accept well your words "Baby, I raised you to be better than this. This guy is an asshole, he may be a genius, but that doesn't change the fact that he's a complete idiot. I can’t stand to see you go after him like this..."

You sighed, you've lost count of how many times you've heard that speech. Not just about Stephen, but everything else, and you knew exactly what he meant: You are the daughter of the great Tony Stark, submit to nothing and no one.

"Dad, I'm just going to talk. If he doesn't feel like talking I'll turn and walk away, I swear I won't submit this time."

Your father hummed satisfied with your firm answer. "Fine, good girl. Don't come back too late."

You threw your cell phone on the seat, sighing and banging your head on the steering wheel. You didn't believe a word you said. Of course you were going to submit, you always submitted to Stephen, you practically licked the floor he stepped on. It was embarrassing, but that man was like a god to you and as such you would go there and bow down to him and ask forgiveness for the crime you didn't commit to get him to talk to you again and if everything goes well much more than just to talk.

You started the car and drived around the parking lot taking the avenue driving fast.

God, you missed Stephen. Not just his company, but his touch, the way he made you melt into bed for him. It wasn't uncommon for you to cum more than three times in one night at his hands. Stephen was perfect at sex, it didn't take him long to figure out what you liked and how you liked it and he memorized your every reaction to his every touch and god he used that against you.

It wasn't just his cock that drove you crazy, but his tongue and fingers. Those fingers that would jerk you off and make you cum so fast to the point of being pathetic. It was even more pathetic if you stop to think that since you started having sex with Stephen you couldn't get yourself off anymore, well you could if you were really desperate, but it wasn't the same anymore. Before Stephen nothing was better than your own fingers on you. No one knew your pleasure points better than you, but now he knew, he was better than you at this and you needed him, you missed him and that stupid fight would end tonight.

You parked the car in front of the Sanctum and before you could slam the door it swung open revealing the beautiful and sophisticated interior. At that hour there should be no one but Stephen there. You texted him to let him know you were there, of course he saw the message and didn't respond forcing you to look for him in that huge house, but you knew there was only one place he could be on a Friday night alone at the Sanctum.

You walked slowly to the library thinking of every word you would say to him, but of course when you found him sitting at the table in his blue robes, his blue cloak floating obediently beside his chair, you forgot everything you meant to say.

The cloak flew to you the moment it became aware of your presence, circling your body and enveloping you in what you understood to be a hug. You saw Stephen, who had his face in one hand, look away from the book he was reading and look at you and Cloak with an irritated look. He always claimed that Cloak had an unusual attachment to you, at that moment he seemed to get annoyed with that.

You walked up to him, Cloak flying and standing next to him again.

“Stephen... can we talk?”

He did not answer. Cloak tapped his shoulder insistently pointing at you next.

You sighed. Of course he was going to make things difficult. When did Supreme Strange ever did anything to make your life easier?

"Stephen I'm sorry for what I said. I didn't mean it. I know you're not like that anymore, you…don't sleep with women at work." You laugh nervously "Well, not everyone, just me."

Your smile crumbled when you realized it was no use. It wasn't what he was mad at you for, he wanted you to apologize for Nick, for something you didn't do.

You sighed "I should have dumped Nick sooner. I... let him keep flirting with me. I didn't mean to, but... I'm sorry."

Now he's looked at you at least. God, that man messed with you in unholy ways. Those deep blue eyes seemed to look into your soul and made your legs go soft, not to mention the mess between your legs. You barely realized how much you've missed him physically throughout the week, but there beside him, your body seemed to beg for attention.

He didn't answer you and you didn't know what else to say and maybe it would be better to listen to your father and turn your back and walk away, but how could you do that when you loved him so much? Besides, if you couldn't solve it that night, it was very likely that you wouldn't be able to do it anymore, and you couldn't bear the thought of losing him.

You went for the last weapon you had. You forced your legs to walk to him, stopping just behind the chair. Cloak flew away giving the two of you privacy and you wrapped your arms around him, your lips placing a purposefully wet kiss on his neck.

"I miss you. Don't tell me you don't miss me too I know it's a lie."

He sighed, his first uncontrolled reaction to your attempt to make amends. You turned your head to whisper in the other ear "I know you're mad at me, but there are other interesting ways to punish me, Stephen."

He turned the page of the book continuing to read and you rolled your eyes. How melodramatic could he be? Did he expect you to actually get down on your knees and ask for forgiveness? You didn't doubt that he might actually want that.

You trailed your lips down his neck, your hands wandering down his chest.

"You're distracting me from my reading."

His voice made your knees tremble. He seemed to sing to you every time he spoke, that wonderful baritone voice sending electricity straight to your aching core.

You smiled contentedly and walk around him putting yourself between him and the desk. He looked at you annoyed.

You brought your hands to the hem of your skirt and lifted it enough so you could spread your legs and sit on one of his thighs. You smirked when he hissed feeling the warmth and wetness through the fabric of your panties and his pants. You were so desperate for him and his particularly muscular thigh fit you perfectly making you abandon any dignity and start moving your hips to get some friction.

He stared at you in disbelief as a moan escaped your lips. You put your hands on his shoulders, increasing the pace of your movements. Your thigh scraped against his bulge and he twitched, jaw tight, teeth clenched. He was hard, but he didn't want to give in. You did it again this time on purpose and he groaned annoyed realizing that this was a game he couldn't win.

You moaned louder now, your hands went down to his thigh and you increased your pace, riding his thigh in circular motions. You were so close now, all the tension in your body melting in the face of your pleasure, all your problems crumbling as that delicious shiver formed in the pit of your stomach.

"Oh my god...fuck."

You panted, surendering to your climax, your legs shaking convulsively, rubbing his shaft in the process. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and laid your head on the crook of his neck allowing your breathing to slowly return to normal and smelled the masculine scent of sweat, perfume and cigarettes coming from him. "Stephen... I love you."

Now you had reached the new low. If that wasn't submitting, you didn't know what to call it.

He sighed and you smiled feeling his arms wrapping around your waist and pressing you against his body. His head drooping to rest on yours. "I want everyone to know about us. Everyone. I'm tired of hiding our relationship and as long as we hide, things like that will keep happening, they will keep hitting on you and I swear to god next time I'm going to kill someone."

You raised your head looking at him in surprise. "Is that why you were angry? Because I asked you to keep it secret?"

He did not answer. He was still angry.

"Why? Why do we need to keep our relationship hidden? The people who matter know. Your father knows, he makes a point of reminding me of that every day."

You touched his face shaking your head "It's ok. I agree. We don't need to hide it anymore."

He sighed in relief "Fuck this, I need you."

He grabbed you by the waist getting up and turned you around bending you over the desk. He magic away his robes and lifted your skirt to your waist and lowered your panties to your knees. He forced your thighs further apart and ran his fingers through your slit, collecting the slick and running it over the tip of his cock. He rubbed the tip at your entrance and you gripped the edge of the table knowing full well what awaited you.

He entered you with a single thrust that knocked the air out of your lungs, the familiar pinch in your gut making you moan in pain and pleasure at the same time. He groaned loudly letting his cock inside you and waited for you to settle around him before starting to thrust, but when he started he was merciless.

You groaned loudly, clinging to the desk as if clinging to life itself, his thrusts punishing you with absurd harshness.

"You. are. mine." Each word separated by an even stronger, deeper thrust. You groaned in response.

"Say it. I need to hear you saying it."

You agreed, but the words seemed to slip out of your mind. The silence of the room was filled by the creaking of the desk, the sound of skin slapping against skin and your breaths and moans and grunts.

He brought one hand to your shoulder, the other holding tight to your waist, the weight of his body against yours, he pulled your shirt by the collar making the buttons fly all over the place and started to place open mouth kisses on your skin, He bit your shoulder hard and soothed it with his tongue and moved to your neck kissing, biting, licking, sucking.

He slapped your ass "Say you are mine."

You moaned feeling another orgasm building inside you "I'm yours Stephen, I'm yours and no one else's."

He took the hand that was firm on your shoulder to your neck, choking you softly but enough to make you lose yourself in your high, murmuring sweet praises to him "I love you so much, Stephen, you make me feel so good, you fuck me so good..."

He pulled away turning you and placing you sitting on the desk, he pulled your panties off throwing them on the floor and stuck two fingers inside you "Look how wet you are after coming twice. I love it."

He ran the tip of his cock through your slit smearing it with your cum and jerked his cock a few times sticking two fingers back inside you. You loved seeing Stephen jerk off like that in front of you and he liked to be watched.

"Look how hard I am for you, honey. You like it, don't you? You like to see me stroking my cock. Do you think that's enough for me to get one more orgasm out of you?"

You nodded. You could feel that you still weren't sated, his teasing taking effect. Stephen knew how to push all your buttons. He took his fingers full of your slick from inside you and brushed it across your lips. "Open for me, I want you to taste yourself." You complied and he stuck his fingers in your mouth "Suck it. Suck it like you're sucking my cock."

You obeyed by slipping your tongue between his fingers and then sucking them by moving your head up and down and making a popping noise as you took them out of your mouth. He hissed and brought his fingers up to your clit and began rubbing in circular motions as he continued stroking his cock.

"Stephen...put it back inside me. Fuck me."

He smiled satisfied.

"Spread your legs for me. More. Just like that" He spat on his cock and gave a few more jerks and put it back inside you in one go.

You clung to his neck lifting your legs as high as you could, wrapping them around his waist to get him to penetrate you as deep as possible, his balls slamming against your ass, the sound of skin on skin mingling with the wet noises of his cock coming in and out of your cunt. Sex with Stephen was always so obscene and so delicious.

You moaned loudly as his lips searched for yours, he kissed you with such desperation moving his lips down your chin, licking your skin all the way to your neck sucking until he left purple marks, biting down hard making you wince in pain and yet wish he would keep doing it. "Stephen... you are such a good lover, I never had anyone like you before and I don’t want to, there is only you for me."

He groaned at your words, his lips returning to meet yours, his tongue penetrating your mouth with the same lust as his cock fucked you. You were on the verge of another orgasm and this time you needed him to cum with you. You put both hands on his chest pushing him and he pulled away enough for you to get off the desk and turn your back to him.

He pulled you against his body and entered you hard again, one hand gripping your waist so tightly you were sure it would leave marks, the other firm on your throat, tilting your head to the side to make room for him. He bit your neck again, sucking on that delicate area just below your ear, making you shiver.

"You make me want to fucking destroy you." He said between his groans.

He increased the pace of his thrusts even more, your bodies collided with overwhelming violence and you loved it. You could lie all you wanted to yourself, but Stephen's possessiveness over you was exactly what drew you to him. You loved the feeling of belonging to him, of submitting to him and letting him do with you as he pleased. Stephen wasn't like other men, he was better, he was superior, only he could make you cum multiple times like that.

You could feel his cock throbbing, his breath heavy in your ear, the thrusts getting more ragged. He was close and so were you.

"What would your father say if he could see you now?" He breathed into your ear teasing "Daddy's little prodigy girl submitting to me like that?" He bit your shoulder "Do you think he would approve? Would he be proud?"

You shook your head no moaning. You were so close. “Stephen please… I need to cum.”

He hummed "Me too honey, I'm gonna fill you up. Would you like that?"

"Yes, Stephen please."

"So say it one more time, I want to hear it."

"I'm yours Stephen, only yours."

He moaned loudly, spilling into you, thrusting his cum deep inside you with such violence that made your legs weak as you surrendered to your third orgasm moaning his name and creaming his cock.

He stayed inside you for a minute, he cupped your chin and turned your face to him kissing you, his tongue forcing your lips to part, dominating you, he always dominated you and you loved it.

He broke the kiss "You better remember that from now on because I cherish what's mine and I'm very, very jealous." He whispered menacingly in your ear.

He pulled away from you, you felt his cum running down your legs, your body aching everywhere he squeezed and bit and yet you never felt more satisfied. He turned you to face him and kissed you, now softly, just a touch of lips. He conjured up a damp towel and cleaned himself up, then pulled on his blue robes again with just a flick of his fingers.

He used the towel to wipe his cum off your legs, up to between your thighs, his eyes on you. God, he even made that sexy.

He disappeared with the towel and picked your panties off the floor and helped you into them and lowered your skirt, he straightened your shirt in place, using magic to repair the ripped buttons. He fixed your shirt collar and smirked

"I'm sure your father will approve those"

You sighed running your hands through your hair, a few strands falling loose from the perfect bun. "Your fixation on my father is getting pathetic." You said releasing your hair at once and throwing it over your shoulders, now totally hiding the marks he left on you.

He widened his smile "It's a power game."

You rolled your eyes running your hand through his hair which was now also disheveled, some strands falling across his forehead. You brought your hand down caressing his face and pulled him to your lips kissing him passionately.

"You need to shave." You complained on his lips.

He nodded "I will."

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wait hiiiii hi hello bestie i didn’t know u like video essays!! i’ve been trying to find more to watch recently, do u have any other recs? about any topic 👀

HIIIIII bestie Robin, are you ready?? After harvesting my Youtube subscription and liked video lists here is what I have compiled. I'm gonna put my current top 5 video recommendations and then the rest of the list, under the cut, is organized by creator.

Why Are There So Many Confederate Vampires

The art of religious interpretation (midnight mass vs god’s not dead)

Defunctland: Walt Disney's City of the Future, E.P.C.O.T.

Hogwarts Legacy, JK Rowling, and Trans Advocacy

Cultural Inspirations in Avatar: The Last Airbender Book 1 - Water

CHANNELS

biz barclay - hilarious, brilliant, my best friend who drinks wine and weaves me long insightful stories while sitting on the dresser or in the bathtub. The vast amount of knowledge, historical

understanding snapewives: religion, fandom, sociology, & erotica

Goncharov (1973) video essay

The art of religious interpretation (midnight mass vs god’s not dead)

Xiran Jay Zhao - Author of one of my FAVE YA novels, “Iron Widow” (which is a MUST read). I always want more avatar content that focuses on cultural inspirations from trusted sources. Xiran taught me so much about the avatar universe I already loved as well as valuable critiques. They also do retellings of historical events such as- Bisexual Han Dynasty Emperors and Forgotten Warrior Queen - Fu Hao.

Cultural Inspirations in Avatar: The Last Airbender Book 1 - Water

Cultural Inspirations in Avatar: The Last Airbender Book 2 - Earth

Cultural Inspirations in Avatar: The Last Airbender Book 3 - Fire

Fundie Fridays - Jen, a leftist queer feminist, and her husband James examine different aspects of Christian fundamentalism, American conservative politics and pop culture. She has remade a lot of her older videos so make sure to watch the updated versions! She was also featured in the Amazon docuseries “Shiny Happy People” which I would HIGHLY recommend.

Vacation Bible School of Rock (3 part video series History of Contemporary Christian Music)

Ken Ham’s Creation Museum & Ark Encounter

Ask a Mortician - Caitlin Doughty!!! The adult Wednesday Addams we should have got. So compassionate, informed, and moving!! I love her work and she has taught me so much about what it means to have a relationship with death and grief. Her work deals with heavy topics and you can tell she does this work from a deeply respectful, informed place.

The Lake That Never Gives Up Her Dead

Let’s Visit the Churches Made of Human Skulls

Why are Black and White Funeral Homes STILL Separate? With Dr. Kami Fletcher

Iconic Corpse Series

Princess Weekes - Nuanced video essays on pop culture, race, feminism, and other social issues. Takes time to break down complex concepts, their origins and material consequences. The essay on confederate vampires and the connection later made to sci-fi media like Firefly were so paradigm shifting to me!

Why Are There So Many Confederate Vampires

The Magical Negroes of Stephen King

Ro Ramdin - Poetic, biting, and introspective essays on pop culture.

Do Celebrities Hate Their Fans? (Doja Cat, Frank Ocean)

Hogwarts Legacy, JK Rowling, and Trans Advocacy

DefunctLand- History of extinct theme parks and themed entertainment experiences.

Defunctland: Walt Disney's City of the Future, E.P.C.O.T.

Disney Channel’s Theme: A History Mystery

Mina Le - Fashion, movies and pop culture

WHY IS EVERYTHING SO UGLY: The Curse of Modernism

FAIRYTALE COSTUMES: it’s giving renfaire but why?

Quinton Reviews - Extensive videos covering niche topics, most popular for Nickelodeon deep dive retrospectives.

How Documentaries Lie to You

The ICarly/Victorious Saga Playlist

TheEpicNate315 - yea i fucking love endless hours of useless skyrim lore because the conspiracies are so deep and I have to do 0 of the research to get all of the information years of scouts worked to piece together!

The Skyrim Mysteries Iceberg (Part 1 of 4)

The Fallout Mysteries Iceberg (Part 1 of 2, incomplete series)

Mike’s Mic - Silly, goofy, and thorough breakdowns of nostalgic TV shows

Any of his unhinged recaps - LOST, Pretty Little Liars, Glee

Tiffanyferg - Media criticism and commentary

Internet Analysis Series

Zoë Ligon - sex educator, artist, and writer, who also owns SpectrumBoutique.com, a health and education oriented sex toy store. Such a special place in my heart for her!! Her bondage mini-documentary with Midori was so touching.

Sex Stuff | Japanese Rope Bondage with Midori

Channels Newer to Me

Broey Deschanel - a mixture of film analyses, retrospectives, politics and just absolutely overthinking anything to do with pop culture

Elvis (2022) and the Utter Mediocrity of Biopics

Meeptop - rambling about movies and stuff

Who is Dahmer Even Made For?

LadyJenevia - discussing entertainment media content including films, television series, etc. Expect to find reviews of recent cinematic releases, video essays on older releases, and interviews with talent from the film/television industry

Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery and The Art of Hiding in Plain Sight (Netflix Review/Video Essay)

As a disclaimer, I am not endorsing any creator fully and if you see someone you think I should not promote please reach out to me so I can edit this list. As a general rule of thumb the more I had to write about someone, the more informed the recommendation.

#if you read/watch this monster list thank you and I hope you enjoy!!#you can really see my niche interests displayed here lmao #send me asks if you have questions! or have recommendations for me!!#boybff reccomendations #video analysis #video essay reccomendations #video essay #YouTube recommendations

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I don’t know how y’all are feeling, but I’m so grossed out by streamers right now

So I’m going to give you some smaller youtube creators to watch who are so fun, and not owned by a studio that is refusing to pay their workers.

Watcher Media - Do you like ghost hunting, puppets, and food? These three former Buzzfeed employees started their own video company and they are a true delight. Shane, Stephen and the Bergooz talk about ghosts, history, food, and murder. Worth a watch!

Tasting History - Max Miller, former Disney employee, started a food history podcast that teaches you about what people ate in ye olde times, and why. You can tell how passionate he is about his subject matter. A very chill time.

Mythical Kitchen - Do you like gremlins and food and gremlins who make food? That’s basically Mythical Kitchen. It is Good Mythical Morning’s bizarre, anxious kid sibling who may have sniffed bath salts last night, but has the best of intentions. If Nicole didn’t constantly remind him that it would kill him, I’m pretty sure Josh would eat wood glue.

Disney Dan - If you’re a Disney human, Disney Dan is a great way to scratch that itch. He does deep dives into park costumes and touring show costumes, including some deeply terrifying showings from the dawn of Disneyland. He’s so much fun. He has a great laugh, and you can tell he’s having such a good time.

Defunctland - Short form documentaries about all sorts of both well-known, and very little known subjects in pop culture. He does such compelling work. I cannot recommend this channel enough.

Ask a Mortician - Do you think about dying, and the ethics of the death industry? Get onboard with the Order of the Good Death. There is something really interesting and refreshing about death positivity, or, being well informed about the industry that your family will invariably have to deal with once you die. Being unafraid to tackle the idea that we all gotta go sometime, and we can make good choices about what happens to our bodies when that happens.

Be Kind, Rewind - A super solid Hollywood history channel, tackling a lot of topics pertaining to women in the industry.

Fundie Fridays - I knew nothing about fundamentalist religion before I started watching this channel. Jenn and James are so informative, and they do their best to show empathy to those who truly need it amongst subjects that are truly horrifying sometimes. TW for information about sexual abuse and other disturbing subjects, but so informative and so important to know.

Food Wishes - Join Chef John as he cooks up delicious dishes. So chill. Such good vibes.

Demystifying Chinese Cooking - Traditional Chinese food is an entire world all it’s own, and you should know about it!

Girl with the Dogs - Canadian Animal Groomer who tells you all about the breeds she grooms, and also how to handle difficult animals with compassion and safety. She also uses a lot of her funds from youtube to give free grooms to animals in need, and promote animal adoption.

Shipwrecked - They describe themselves as stupidly smart comedy, and that’s very true. They’re an indie film company, creating historical fiction that is really lovely and funny.

Kittenlady - Hannah and Andrew run Orphan Kitten Club, a non-profit dedicated to caring for abandoned neonatal kittens. They’ve been doing a lot of traveling to learn about kitten and cat care around the world, and shine a spotlight on shelters and colony caretakers internationally.

I could literally go on forever. But these are the ones that are super standout for me at least right now!

#whatarentyouwatching #indie creators

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Marvel characters as your parents

Moon knight

Marc- Marc is the fun dad. He'd make your favorite foods every day and would buy anything you asked for. He'd never yell at you unless it has to do with your safety. Every Friday the two of you would do something fun together. Whether it's mini gulf or board games at home you'd always have fun. If you were to ever be in a bad mood he would make sure you're happy by the end of the day. The idea of you being upset breaks his heart. He'd let you take mental health days off of school whenever you asked him. If you were missing too much school he would see how you feel about a therapist (but he would never force you). At night before bed you would both watch TV in the living room together.

Steven- Steven is overprotective and very anxious around you. He worrys that he won't be a good dad. All he wants is for you to be happy which causes him to stress about you. He'd be the parent who cares more about your education. He'd help you do homework whenever you want. If you were failing a class he'd help you as much as possible. Steven would never yell at you. He's worried he would scare you or upset you. If you ever were to be upset he would immediately blame himself. He'd do anything to make you feel better but he'll feel guilty cause he thinks he's at fault. Steven likes to read to you when he knows your in a bad mood. All together he's very sweet towards you and shows affection often.

Jake: Jake is overprotective as well but he's the opposite of anxious. He's very confident and knows they're all better dad's than their mother. He is very loving and also shows affection towards you. Because he doesn't see you as often as Marc and Steven when you do see each other it's always special. He is the best to react when your upset. He'll immediately comfort you and find out what's wrong. After he finds out what's causing your discomfort he immediately eliminates it. He'll help you get through it no matter what. Jake often takes you to parks to hang out and have a good day. He also drives you around in his car. He'd take you anywhere you asked.

Loki- Loki is a very serious but very loving dad. He didn't have the best relationship with his dad but he wants to make sure you do. Being Loki's daughter means you also have Thor as an uncle. Thor is always excited to see you and usually hangs out with you at least once a week. When Loki had become a dad he decided the best thing to do was to move to Midgard so you grew up on Earth with the avengers. He'd get you anything you want, his only desire is to make you happy. Loki always thinks about you before anyone else. He'd do anything for you.

Bucky- Bucky is very calm as a dad. He'd let you go out with your friends without question. As long as you keep your location on and your phone with you he's on board. He enjoys going on runs with you and will try convincing you to run with him in the mornings. Being Bucky's child means you'll also be close to Steve and Sam. You also talk to Natasha a lot, her almost being a mother figure. Bucky will go out with you every other day doing things like eating out and going to parks. He doesn't care much about your grades but if you ever need help he will. Bucky is a great dad and just wants to spend time with you.

Stephen- Stephen is very protective as a dad. He's stressed something will happen to you 24/7. Everything he does is in hopes to make you safer. He makes sure your always near him in case something like infinity war happens again. Because you are almost always around him, you'll most likely become friends with both Peter Parker and America Chavez. He loves you more than anything but is more of a strict dad. He wants you to go to school and get a good education (hopefully something medicaly related). He'd love if you became a surgeon like him that way he'd be able to help you more. He may seem like a crazy dad from the outside but really just wants you to be safe. If you didn't like how strict he is all you have to do is talk to him and he'd cool down a bit.

Natasha- Natasha is a very calm mom. She is more strict than most of the avengers but it evens out having Yelena as your aunt. Yelena will do ANYTHING with you no matter how dangerous it is. Of course she'll make sure nothing happens to you but she won't stop you from doing things unless they really were too dangerous. Natasha wants you to do good in school even if that means paying for a tutor. If you were upset Natasha would immediately comfort you. She would be very affectionate and would make sure you know your loved.

Peter- (I am doing Peter as your older brother instead just so this makes more sense.) Peter is one of the best people to have as a brother. He knows what it feels like to not really have parents so he makes sure to fill that roll. If you ever struggle with homework he'll help you, most likely doing most of it himself. He is also very affectionate towards you. The two of you are basically best friends, always hanging out together. You also become friends with Mj and Ned. The four of you hang out and always do fun stuff on the weekends. All together you and your brother have a lot of fun together.

Steve- Steve is a very strict dad. Although he is very serious about things like your grades, your health and happiness is his priority. If you have trouble with mental health he will put that first. He will help you solve and problems that you have and make sure you get better. If you need a therapist he'd talk to his friends and see if they recommend anyone. With Steve as your dad, Bucky is almost like your uncle. He's most likely also your godfather. If anything were to happen to Steve, Bucky would always take care of you. Steve and Bucky are both very loving towards you.

Tony- Tony is a pretty cool dad. He doesn't care much about what you do as long as your safe. He doesn't care about your grades as long as you try your best. He'd enjoy when you hang out with him while he's working. Even if your just on your phone. He'd help you with school if you asked him to. The two of you would be pretty close and would most likely spend a lot of time together. You do your homework in his lab while he works and the two of you always eat meals together. If you were struggling with mental health he would comfort you and make sure you don't feel alone. If you agreed he'd find you a good therapist to help you. Tony is a very good dad and always shows his love for you.

Wanda+Vision- Wanda and Vision are very loving parents. You spend your time watching TV and playing games with the two of them. Wanda is very caring, always making sure your happy. She'd do absolutely anything to be with you. Wanda is very protective of you and always wants you to be safe. Vision is very similar as a dad but he's more calm. Vision's favorite thing to do with you is go to the park. He loves seeing you smile and will walk through countless parks with you and Wanda. The three of you have fun together almost daily. Both Wanda and Vision care more about you and your health than school. Over all they are very good parents and would almost never be upset with you.

Matt Murdock- Matt wants you to have a good relationship with him. He always makes sure he's fair causing the two of you get along very well. He's affectionate towards you, wanting to make sure you know how loved you are. His favorite thing to do with you is to just walk around the city and talk about how things have been with you. He just wants to spend time with you, enjoying all the quality time he can get. He often eats dinner with you so he can be around you more. He also let's you hang out by his desk when he's working. If you were to be struggling with mental health he'd know almost immediately. He'd be extra affectionate and would check on you much more often. Eventually he'd talk to you about it and see what he can do to help. He always wants you to be happy and would do anything to ensure you are. He's a very loving dad and would do anything to keep you safe.

Wanda(dsmom)- After your dad and brothers had disappeared you and Wanda moved to a very isolated area. She had become much more protective of you, scared that something bad would happen. She still lets you do everyday things but makes sure your always close enough that if you needed help you could call for her. When she was trying to capture America she would most likely have you stay at a friend's house in fear that she would scare you or you'd be hurt. When she sees America it reminds her of you which scares her but the thought of you alone without your brothers scares her more.

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a self-indulgent head canon ~ and I'm gonna run with it

So, I'm casually watching Doctor Strange (2016) and my mind just wandered a little, thinking of one of my rare completed fics, 'Friday in the Park with Stephen'. Wishing I could afford to commission artwork created by my OFC (Hope Collins) of Stephen's hands, which she gifted to him because she saw beauty in his scars. The drawing featured a Blue Morpho Butterfly resting on his forefinger. The beautiful creature that led to them meeting.

It suddenly occurred to me that as the story takes place shortly before the events of Infinity War...and that although I took inspiration from the blue-green butterflies that Stephen transforms Thanos's black hole into, that in the world I've created for Stephen & Hope (in my seriesThe Wizard and the Artist) it could be that he conjures blue butterflies because he inextricably associates them with the love & comfort she gives him in14,000,604. So, yup, super self-indulgent. But also waaaaaaay super cool.

Sharing with a few people whom I know appreciate Stephen & Hope as a couple, because I know they'll get it.😁🦋😁

@strangelock221b @aeterna-auroral-avenger @stewardofningishzida @ben-locked @icytrickster17 @darsynia (I know you're not doing much reading these days,dear, but as Friday is one of your faves...☺️)

#my writing #Stephen Strange head canon #Stephen Strange headcanon #The Wizard and the Artist #'Friday in the Park with Stephen'#14000604 #Doctor Strange #Stephen Strange #Hope Collins #OFC #Stephen Strange x Hope Collins #Stephen Strange x OFC #Stephen Strange x OC

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The Light of Hidden Flowers | Oneshot

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Summary: As he searches millions of universes for a way to defeat Thanos without losing anyone in the process, Stephen can't help but look up his beloved Hope. He knows he shouldn't meddle in the events of worlds not his to influence, but makes an exception this time. Length/Warnings: 1,703, tw homelessness Notes: Written on impulse to cheer up @sobeautifullyobsessed who could also use some hope. Based in the Friday In the Park With Stephen universe, set during 14,000,604, with an alternate universe version of her OC Hope Collins (with her permission, and thank you!)

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I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. ~Translated selection from Sonnet XVII, by Pablo Neruda

The Light of Hidden Flowers

Not all universes are happy. Stephen knows this, has been faced with it multiple times during his Time Stone fueled search for answers… but seeing a devastated, depopulated New York in a few universes is less painful than what he sees here. He can imagine that deaths were quick, or that loved ones are holed away somewhere safe and hidden where he might never find them, and those thoughts bring a bizarre kind of comfort.

But the combination of finding a normal-looking universe without Hope and then immediately stepping into a universe where she’s downtrodden and in misery… it’s almost too much to bear.

Worse still, she’s clearly never met him before.

Unacceptable.

Tony’s pet project Peter would call this a side quest, but Stephen calls it justice. He knows himself, and it doesn’t take that much time to discover that this universe’s Stephen Strange is no sorcerer-- in fact, he’s a lonely workaholic, more dedicated and less egotistical, if the news articles are to be trusted. Well, no matter. If this universe needs him, it’ll call, whether or not the man’s wrist-deep in the task of saving someone’s life.

“Wake up!” Stephen tells his counterpart after spending an hour poking around in the quiet, sterile apartment. It’s too big, too empty, and oddly enough, too full of books of poetry and obviously thumbed-through romance novels. There’s just longing, and nowhere near enough satisfaction.

The solution is staring him in the face: this heartsore, Solemn version of himself needs color in his life, he needs joy, love, a reason for living.

He needs Hope.

Solemn startles awake, hand scrabbling for his wired alarm clock as if he could fight Stephen off with a symbol of time itself.

“I’ve finally truly lost it, haven’t I?” Solemn says bleakly, when his sleep-crusted eyes focus on his assailant.

“Wouldn’t you like to be found, instead?”

The bark of laughter he receives in response sounds so pained that Stephen almost wonders what it would be like to swap this man, send him on an adventure of a lifetime. Then again, if he could take someone with him, he’d have taken Not-His-Hope far away from this twisted-axis world and put her in the previous one, the universe that had already lost her.

“Trust me, buddy, no one’s looking.”

“You’re wrong,” Stephen says warmly, throwing an outfit at Solemn. “I’ll prove it to you, but if you hurt her, I’ll come back and set your whole world on fire.”

“Her?” Solemn scoffs-- but his hands speed up in their task of dressing. “What are you, the Ghost of Divorces Past?”

Stephen re-assesses how fair he’s been to this version of himself. If he’d married Christine and then lost her, instead of driving her away out of pain and ingratitude, he could very easily see himself becoming a sad recluse, wedded to his work.

“Sure I am. You have a spare room, yes?” he asks his other self, stalking out into the hallway to flip on the light and open various doors. Yes. Perfect. The overpriced apartment is just as he remembered, with two separate ‘master’ bedrooms of equal size-- and a shared luxury bathroom between. Just enough privacy and lack thereof.

“You do know it’s three in the morning,?” Solemn asks from behind him. “You’re not making me go out, are you? It’s freezing.”

Stephen whirls around. “Not fit for stray dogs, this weather, yes?” When Solemn just stands there looking confused, he pushes further. “Who or what do you think I am?”

“I think you’re a deranged version of me. You’re clearly here, I can touch you--” Solemn reaches out with one confident finger and pokes. “--but as to why, I couldn’t say. Cosmic realignment?”

“Something like that. I’m in the middle of saving the universe. Mine, mind you. Yours is… probably fine,” Stephen muses, gesturing for Solemn to follow him to the coat closet. He reaches in and pulls out a serviceable piece of boring warmth and tosses it over. “Except for one thing. The woman I love-- the woman you’ll probably love, if you know what’s good for you-- is in a bad way, here. Abandoned. Alone. It won’t stand. You’re in the same emotional space, by the looks of it, but where she has nothing, you have too much, if you catch my drift.”

Impatiently, Stephen finishes undoing the locks and yanks open the door, but as he’d worried, his dour other self hasn’t followed.

When he turns around to see why, Solemn is standing in the doorway in his socks.

“Shoes, you have shoes, do you not?”

“You’re an intergalactic matchmaker??”

Stephen walks over and points to the closet. “SHOES.”

“I--”

“Are you lonely?”

Solemn blinks at him, sleepiness and indignance warring on his face. “Yes.”

“Are you bored?”

A hesitant nod.

“Do you need color in your life? Flowers? Softness? Beauty? Grace?”

“I need sleep.”

Stephen sighs, then nods. “Okay, we’ll do it the easy way, then.” He spins up a portal to the parking lot Hope’s car is parked in, grabs Solemn by the elbow, and drags him through, socks and all.

He only realizes the flaw in his audacious plan when he taps on the slightly-fogged window. Consent. He has no idea whether she’ll be terrified to see two versions of a stranger demand that she uproot everything she owns. What if these two are too different to recognize each other’s souls?

It’s important that he not screw this up, so Stephen turns away to take a deep breath and settle himself. He runs through a bastardized version of one of Wong’s mantras and focuses on his breathing for a while, stepping further away so he’s not standing in a half-frozen puddle.

When he’s ready a few minutes later, Stephen is surprised to see that life has continued on without his interference, in the most unexpected and heartwarming of ways.

Solemn is crouched next to the open door of Hope’s sedan, and he’s got a small flashlight in his hand. Hope is cocooned in a blanket, stockinged feet dangling out of the car, staring at him in wonder. His heart contracts in his chest. She looks so like his Hope, and yet not quite.

“Tip your head back?” Solemn commands in a concerned voice. He straightens, a few seconds later, and looks over at Stephen. “She’s not well.”

“What do you want to do about it?”

“I’m sorry, are-- are you twins?” Hope asks in a weary voice, one hand steadying herself as she stands on the hem of her blanket. Stephen can’t skip ahead, can’t use magic to mend either of them. He’s got to experience each second, each minute of trying to persuade these people they’re good for each other.

It’s excruciating.

“That would be both more and less Strange than the reality,” Stephen finally answers with a forced chuckle. “How long can you leave your car here?”

Her expression grows distant, but somehow more noble, at the same time. “Two days, why?”

Stephen looks at Solemn, who is looking at him like he’s just solved a riddle. “You love her!” The steam from his exclamation puffs out into the cold night air and disappears, just like Stephen’s hopes that his crazy plan will work. There’s no way she’ll trust them now.

“He does look at me like he knows me, somehow,” Hope observes, shuffling over to stand closer to Solemn. “You’re warm,” she whispers, next. “I thought this was a dream, but--”

“So did I! I should be asleep, but instead I’m here living out a real-life Dickens nov-- Hang on,” Solemn says, breaking off and snapping his fingers before pointing at Stephen. “You want me to take her home with me, don’t you! What is this, our do-over?”

“Home,” Hope muses softly, before Stephen can answer.

It’s too much for him, and he looks up at the sky, furious at himself for his inability to hide the agony he’s feeling to see this normal-looking world’s miserable flaws. Escape is right there for the taking, and he almost wishes he had the cowardice to skip to the next universe and pretend this one never happened.

Ten million universes, and no solution to be found, yet. Is it comforting that it took ten million universes to find one where Hope is--

A hand on his arm startles Stephen out of his agonizing reverie.

“What can I do to help?” Hope asks.

That question hurts more than anything he endured at Dormammu’s hands.

“You can trust me,” he blurts out. “Both of you. Go through the portal I’m about to make, and lay down in a warm bed and sleep until you aren’t tired anymore.” Stephen turns to look at Solemn. “Talk to each other. Cook together. Read. If after a week you’re not smiling more, if you don’t feel like your day is brighter, help get her back on her feet and move on.”

The cold air is already freezing the tear tracks on his face, and Stephen wipes them away-- but Solemn surprises him by grabbing his hand and looking at the scars there.

“Who are you?”

“I’m you, after more trauma and triumph.”

“And you know her? From where you’re from?”

“Yes.” Stephen looks over and sees that Hope’s shivering. He pulls his wrist free of Solemn and casts a portal directly to the guest bedroom, watching her face. The bright gold casts a light that makes her frozen, delicate wonder look statuesque, despite her patched blanket. “Go on,” he encourages.

“You’re not coming?” she says, looking longingly at the bed on the other side. Solemn comes over to her and offers his arm, catching his breath when she looks up and nods shyly. The two are so caught up in the newness of each other that they don’t hear his answer.

“I have another world to save.”

#stephen strange #stephen strange x oc #heroic stephen strange #stephen strange fanfiction #stephen strange variants #romance #fluff and angst #finding hope (literally and figuratively)#alternate universes #written and posted with permission <3

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Jamie Dimon's name is being floated regularly for him to be a presidential candidate. Under his leadership, JP Morgan Chase has had 5 felony convictions. And now it's coming out he was Epstein's banker. Currently his bank is buying up failing banks at rock bottom prices with money from the fed, and he's being dressed up as a savior of sorts.

After much delay and legal protests by JPMorgan Chase, its Chairman and CEO, Jamie Dimon, was forced by a Manhattan federal court to testify under oath in a deposition about what he personally knew about the bank’s long-term customer relationship with child sex trafficker Jeffrey Epstein. (Epstein died in a Manhattan jail on August 10, 2019. His death was ruled a suicide by the medical examiner.)

The deposition was held last Friday, May 26, at the offices of JPMorgan Chase in Manhattan. In a surprise move, opposing counsels agreed yesterday to release the transcript of the deposition, with some segments marked as sensitive and redacted.

The deposition arose as a result of two lawsuits being heard by Judge Jed Rakoff in the U.S. District Court for the Southern District of New York. One lawsuit is on behalf of an alleged sexual assault victim of Epstein, Jane Doe 1. The other lawsuit was brought by the Attorney General’s office for the U.S. Virgin Islands (USVI) where Epstein maintained a secluded compound on a private island he owned.

According to Dimon’s version of events, he lived a cloistered existence in a corner office on the 48th floor of 270 Park Avenue where even the executives who directly reported to him and worked only “a couple hundred feet” away from his office, never shared with Dimon the bank’s many years of internal investigations about Epstein’s massive cash withdrawals from his accounts at the bank, that sometimes averaged more than $20,000 to $40,000 a month, or its investigations of Epstein’s sex trafficking of underage girls. According to the lawsuits, Epstein had accounts at the bank from 1998 to 2013, at times amounting to hundreds of millions of dollars.

According to Dimon, even the former Director of the Division of Enforcement at the Securities and Exchange Commission, Stephen Cutler, who became General Counsel at JPMorgan Chase in February of 2007, worked in the office next door to Dimon and reported to Dimon, didn’t share his numerous objections with Dimon to keeping the Epstein accounts at the bank.

An email was introduced by opposing counsel during the deposition, showing that as far back as 2011, Cutler had written in an email referring to Epstein that “This is not an honorable person in any way. He should not be a client.” According to the deposition transcript, it was two executives who worked on the 48th floor with Dimon, Jes Staley and Mary Erdoes, who decided to retain Epstein as a client after his Florida indictment, arrest, jail term and after multiple internal investigations of his large cash withdrawals from his JPMorgan Chase accounts.

Despite dozens of news articles about Epstein being indicted in Florida for soliciting sex with a minor in 2006; despite bestselling author, James Patterson’s 2016 book, “Filthy Rich,” covering Epstein’s sexual assaults on young girls; notwithstanding Julie Brown’s blockbuster series on Epstein’s crimes against young women in the Miami Herald in 2018, which caused a viral media storm, Dimon’s under-oath position in the deposition was this:

“I don’t recall knowing anything about Jeffrey Epstein until the stories broke sometime in 2019. And I was surprised that I didn’t even — had never even heard of the guy, pretty much, and how involved he was with so many people.”

That testimony came despite Dimon stating during the deposition that he read the following newspapers: the New York Times, the Financial Times, the Washington Post, and the Wall Street Journal.

Another serious challenge to Dimon’s efforts to distance himself from any knowledge of Epstein or involvement with him came toward the end of the deposition when well-known lawyer, David Boies, of law firm Boies, Schiller & Flexner LLP, introduced an email directly referring to an Epstein meeting with Dimon. (Boies is one of the lawyers representing the Jane Doe 1 victim of Epstein in her lawsuit against the bank.) The exchange went as follows:

Boies: “On February 26, 2010, Lesley Groff writes Mr. Epstein on the subject of, Jes [Staley] and Jamie. ‘Shall I have Lynn prepare heavy snacks for your evening appointments with [redacted], Jes Staley and Jamie Dimon? Or is this to be a nice, sit-down dinner at 9 p.m.?’ And Mr. Epstein replies, ‘Snacks.’ “

Dimon responds:

“I have never had an appointment with Jeff Epstein. I’ve never met Jeff Epstein. I never knew Jeff Epstein. I never went to Jeff Epstein’s house. I never had a meal with Jeff Epstein. I have no idea what they’re referring to here.”

The overall thrust of the U.S. Virgin Islands case against the bank is presented in its second amended complaint as follows:

“…based on documents reviewed and interviews conducted by the Government, JP Morgan knowingly facilitated, sustained, and concealed the human trafficking network operated by Jeffrey Epstein from his home and base in the Virgin Islands, and financially benefitted from this participation, directly or indirectly, by failing to comply with federal banking regulations, [redacted]. JP Morgan facilitated and concealed wire and cash transactions that raised suspicion of—and were in fact part of—a criminal enterprise whose currency was the sexual servitude of dozens of women and girls in and beyond the Virgin Islands. Human trafficking was the principal business of the accounts Epstein maintained at JP Morgan.

“Upon information and belief, JP Morgan turned a blind eye to evidence of human trafficking over more than a decade because of Epstein’s own financial footprint, and because of the deals and clients that Epstein brought and promised to bring to the bank. These decisions were advocated and approved at the senior levels of JP Morgan, including by the former chief executive of its asset management division and investment bank, whose inappropriate relationship with Epstein should have been evident to the bank.”

The second amended complaint by the U.S. Virgin Islands also adds a Fifth Count, charging JPMorgan Chase with obstruction. It reads in part:

“By providing financing for Epstein’s sex trafficking organization from at least 2000 through about August 2013, and concealing its actions thereafter, JP Morgan obstructed, interfered with, and prevented the federal government’s enforcement of the TVPA [Trafficking Victims Protection Act] against Epstein. To the extent that the federal government was able to ultimately charge Epstein with TVPA violations, the filing of these charges was delayed by JP Morgan’s actions. Because of that delay, women and girls in the Virgin Islands were coercively caused to engage in commercial sex acts.”

The second amended complaint also incorporates information obtained from a deposition of Mary Erdoes, one of the highest female executives at JPMorgan Chase. Much of the new information is stunning in terms of just how much it alleges that the bank knew about Epstein’s sex trafficking while it displayed a callous disregard for the underage girls being impacted by its failing to take action. It reads in part:

“In 2006, a JP Morgan Rapid Response Team noted that Epstein ‘routinely’ made cash withdrawals in amounts from $40,000 to $80,000 several times per month, totaling over $750,000 per year. In addition, Mary Erdoes admitted in her deposition that JP Morgan was aware by 2006 that Epstein was accused of paying cash to have underage girls and young women brought to his home. In the years that followed, JP Morgan employees, including senior executives, emailed internally that Epstein was under investigation or had been sued for trafficking or sexual abuse. This includes an email in 2010 between Mary Erdoes and Jes Staley regarding a federal investigation of Epstein for child trafficking; a 2011 email summarizing a few 2010 news stories connecting Epstein to human trafficking and promising to ‘monitor the accounts and cash usage closely going forward;’ and a 2011 compliance memo noting that ‘[n]umerous articles detail various law enforcement agencies investigating Jeffrey Epstein for allegedly participating in child trafficking and molesting underage girls’ and that ‘Epstein had settled a dozen civil lawsuits out of court from his victims regarding solicitation for an undisclosed amount.’ Internal emails also questioned who Epstein’s clients were, circulating an article regarding whether Epstein was running a Ponzi scheme.

“Indeed, Epstein’s behavior was so widely known at JPMorgan that senior executives joked about Epstein’s interest in young girls. In 2008, for example, Mary Erdoes received an email asking her whether Epstein was at an event ‘with miley cyrus.’ In her deposition, Mary Erdoes testified that JP Morgan terminated Epstein as a customer in 2013 after she became aware that the withdrawals were ‘actual cash.’ However, Epstein had made substantial cash withdrawals every year he banked with JP Morgan, including more than $800,000 per year in 2004 and 2005.”

There is also this devastating claim in the U.S. Virgin Islands’ complaint:

“One internal document [obtained from JPMorgan Chase] describes the account of Epstein’s ‘assistant or young lady he brought over from Prague (or some place like that),’ clearly referring to Jane Doe 1. The document describes charges in New York, Palm Beach, and St. Thomas for lingerie and other sexually explicit material. Elsewhere, JP Morgan describes media reports referring to the fact that Epstein purchased her at age 14. She remained a customer of JP Morgan, and Epstein paid her more than $600,000, from his accounts at JP Morgan, including more than $165,000 after Epstein’s plea.”

One of the more curious parts of the deposition on Friday came when Boies asked Dimon the following:

“In the entire time that you have been the chief executive officer of the bank, who are the three bank customers whose business with the bank has been most reputationally damaging to the bank?”

It should have taken Dimon about 1 second to blurt out the name Bernie Madoff as his biggest regret. JPMorgan Chase and its predecessor bank held the business account for Madoff for decades as he conducted the biggest Ponzi scheme in history. On January 7, 2014, the U.S. Department of Justice charged JPMorgan Chase with two criminal felony charges over the way it handled the Madoff account. The bank admitted to the charges and entered a deferred prosecution agreement. (This would be the first two felony charges, with three more felony charges for rigging foreign exchange, precious metals and Treasury markets to follow over the next six years.) (See our 2014 report: JPMorgan and Madoff Were Facilitating Nesting Dolls-Style Frauds Within Frauds.)

But instead of giving Boies the name of Madoff, or any other human customer, Dimon instead named Bear Stearns, an investment bank purchased by JPMorgan Chase in the early days of the financial crisis in 2008.

#jeffery epstein #jamie dimon #wall street corruption

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Horror/pop culture influences to the Hatchetfieldverse

As a disclaimer i have not listened to every talkback or livestream in its entirety and this is not in any way meant to be The Definitive, Master, Absolutely The Only Right List list. this is just me sharing some horror knowledge and where I think influences lie. please feel free to add on to this list!

The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals: The biggest connection I can make is Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1978) about aliens taking over the bodies of humans as part of a plot to invade earth. where the term "podperson" comes from

Black Friday: I know the premise is based on the real life Tickle Me Elmo craze in 1994. (people trampling each other for the doll) in terms of pop culture the evil/haunted doll is a trope as seen in Chucky (1978) and Annabelle (2014). Wiggly is an eldritch being, the black and white, the cults, madness (we'll get into eldritch later)

Nightmare Time: So many nightmare time episodes give B-horror vibes and I love it

The Hatchetfield Ape Man: what B horror is made of. I love how retro this one feels even as it takes place in the modern day timeline (Ted and Hidgens are in it, there's a mention of texting and Ted's pornhub premium account, and yet Lucy feels like a such a period character) feels like an old B creature movie (the creature from the black lagoon comes to mind)

Watcher World: to an extent haunted amusement park is a trope (hell its in classic scooby doos) loved ones turning on each other and possesion/influence is seen in a lot of paranormal horror (the conjuring 2, the exorcist) illusion based horror is done really well is Mike Flanagan's Oculus (2013)

Forever and Always: the android and the clone plots feels like classic SF. Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep/Blade Runner (1982) Philip K Dick style sci-fi.

Time Bastard: the song itself is a James Bond tribute. a time loop is a great storytelling frame that can cross genres, although the ImplicationsTM always hover around horror. Groundhog Day (1993) is the classic timeloop example, if more lighthearted.

Jane's a Car: this is Stephen King all the way baby. Christine (1983) is novel/film about a killer car, the owner of said car's growing obsession with it, and the cars violent protective but deadly nature

The Witch in the Web: this is trickier for me. the witch is an ancient trope and Willabella Muckwab is a classic witch in the woods. I mean thats fairytale, Hansel and Gretel, luring children stuff. Hannah as a psychic child, and a very powerful one feels very Stephen King, (Eleven from Stranger Things is the same type of character)

Nightmare Time Two

Honey Queen: In terms of the relationship between Linda and Zoe, Death Becomes Her (1992) comes to mind. theres just something about the ruthlessness of these two antiheros. also Gerald is a plastic surgeon much like the male protagonist of that film

Perky's Buds: okay the weed turning birds sentient i can't speak to but birds in horror is a trope for sure, Hitchcock's The Birds (1963) is perhaps the most famous. The Hatchetmen being portrayed as an insular dangerous hillbilly family is also a trope, seen in The Hills Have Eyes (1977) and Texas Chain Saw Massacre (1974)

Abstinence Camp: Ah, the slasher. quintessential modern horror. Abstinence Camp is probably most like Friday the 13th (1980) with both the summer camp setting and the focus on the chastity (or lack there of) of the teenagers and that being the reason for their deaths. (other famous slashers being Psycho (1960) Halloween (1978), and Scream (1996))

Daddy: Peter pan syndrome or the forever child reminds me a bit of The Orphan (2013) though I admit that's not exactly the dynamic here. creepy child forcing a relationship is the twist in Ginger Snaps 2 (2004). cults spring up ALOT in hatchetfield, specifically the idea of wealthy elite worshipping the lords in black in exchange for power. this is an eldritch trope, as seen below.

Killer Track: satanic rock music or music that drives teenagers to the devil is an old panic. In terms of pop culture the premise of the cursed song itself (listen and you die unless you force other people to listen) is The Ring (2001, for the American remake) in The Ring a cursed video kills the watcher in 7 days, unless they show the tape to someone else.

Yellow Jacket: children fighting in death matches is popular now because of The Hunger Games, although the dystopian tropes roots of this is seen earlier in Battle Royale (2000) or The Long Walk (1979) (hello AGAIN Stephen King).

hatchetfield in general: the spooky town/weird town/horror town is a personal favourite trope of mine and hatchetfield qualifies. also seen in Welcome to Night Vale (2012) and the cartoon Gravity Falls (2012) to name only two. Also the ever iconic Twin Peaks (1990)

eldritch horror: the center of hatchetfield lore is the Lords in Black and they're eldeitch horror, that is massive, almost unknowable and incomprehensible extra-demensionsal beings whose scale and power to humanity is like an ant and a boot (we're the ants). explored in the works of HP Lovecraft (most famously The Call Of Cthulhu) but an enduring branch of horror in its own right. Common staples include another dimension(s) where the creatures are from (the black and white in our case) , cults worshipping the Beings for power (the starry children, Linda's wiggly cult) and madness or a corruptive influence. a great modern example is The Magnus Archvies

other influences: saw a Mariah Rose Faith tweet that said she was watching Evil Dead and could see the hatchetfield influences and yeah, the Evil Dead (1981) trilogy is very campy, very self referential horror with a starkid like sense of humor (there's a Toronto musical version Evil Dead Live that is Very Starkid, its infamous for having a "splash zone" where if you're an audience member sitting in those seats you WILL be covered in fake blood)

scream, similar to above, very meta, mixes of comedy and horror.

bonus: Hey Melissa: while not exactly the same reminds me of Misery (1990) about a woman who comes across her favourite author in a car accident, she rescues him and cares for him...and then won't let him leave. body horror, capture,obsession its all there. also based ON ANOTHER STEPHEN KING BOOK GOD DAMN IT.

what horror do you see in hatchetfield? what did I miss? let me know!

EDIT: Nerdy Prudes Must Die: Bullied teenagers getting revenge on the popular kids who tormented them: Carrie (1976 for the film) (what's up Stephen King, pull up a chair), also Heathers (1988). A group of teenagers covering up a bad thing they did and being picked off by the person they wronged is also a trope, seen in I Know What You Did Last Summer (1997) Nerdy Prudes is also the first stage show to include The Black Book. The black book, a grimoire or spellbook of edrtich knowledge reminds me of the Necronomicon. The Necronomicon was introduced to pop culture by HP Lovecraft, it appears in multiple of his own works, and then later in works by different creators, including The Evil Dead films. Lovecraft loved the idea of the Necronomicon appearing in other peoples work, as it built up a collective horror/eldritch mythology within our culture. Its appearance in so many works, has cemented the Cursed book/Book of The Dead/within pop culture.

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