—𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳-𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦—

Keeper of the Spider-Society HQ Library // What If Doctor Strange was bitten by a Radioactive Spider? // 21+ // #MVRP

[—𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳-𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦— @DoNotWhatIfMe]

[𝘿𝙧. 𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙀𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙝-199999]

— 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧...? —

🪄Bitten by a Radioactive Spider while attempting to keep America Chavez safe from the Scarlet Witch.
🪄Master of the Mystic Arts.
🪄Keeper of the Spider-Society HQ Library.
🪄𝘼𝙣𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙮.

[—𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳-𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦— @DoNotWhatIfMe]

Accidentally left the fireplace roaring in the HQ Library all day. It feels like a sauna in here now.

It wouldn't...hurt to have another HQ snow day in late September, right?

[—𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳-𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦— @DoNotWhatIfMe]

So, I literally just finished nursing a Spider back from the brink of death after an attack with sharp weapons.

Aaaaaand HQ let's in a Spider with two Katanas on his back.

Great. Yeah. Just perfect.

I'm readying my needles and surgical thread as we speak. Trust me.

[—𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳-𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦— @DoNotWhatIfMe]

Is it still #SeductiveSunday?

Perfect.

[—𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳-𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦— @DoNotWhatIfMe]

any warmth to comfort his cold hands.

"𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙄'𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙪𝙨. 𝙄𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨...𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡. 𝘽𝙪𝙩, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨?"

[—𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳-𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦— @DoNotWhatIfMe]

Stephen held onto his mug of hot chocolate as Sawyer settled down beside him on the couch, and then quickly launched into a 'what if'-scenario that must have been playing in his mind for some time.

With the ghost of a smile on his lips, Stephen reaches out and sets his mug—

[—𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳-𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦— @DoNotWhatIfMe]

down again, eyes flashing once more as they settle on Sawyer.

"𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘, 𝙈𝙧. 𝘾𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙚."

Stephen readjusts the blanket, settling in closer to Sawyer so their legs touched, his hand reaching out for Sawyer's, looking for—

[—𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳-𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦— @DoNotWhatIfMe]

couch, leaving enough of the blanket out for Sawyer to come join him.

[—𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳-𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦— @DoNotWhatIfMe]

"𝙈𝙢𝙝, 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚." Stephen took a sip from his own mug. "𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣. 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙬𝙙𝙡𝙚."

Stephen quickly turned on the television, leaving it on a weather channel as he seemed to not care in the least what was on the screen. His attention—

[—𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳-𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦— @DoNotWhatIfMe]

was drawn only to the other man in the room.

His hot chocolate was set down on the coffee table in front of the couch, a blanket summoned from across the room with a wave of one hand. Stephen sat himself down on the one end of the—

[—𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳-𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦— @DoNotWhatIfMe]

pounce.

"𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚?"

[—𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳-𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦— @DoNotWhatIfMe]

"𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚. 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩."

Stephen tossed in roughly four marshmallows into Sawyer's hot chocolate. With dark tipped fingers that Stephen didn't seem to even attempt to hide anymore, he picked up the mug and offered it to the older spider.—

[—𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳-𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦— @DoNotWhatIfMe]

"𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙟𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣."

Stephen's eyes gave a brief red shimmer as he locked eyes with Sawyer, much like a cat that was excitedly focused on its prey, moments away from a deadly—

[darling、 dearest . @rebloomng]

and  you  taste  like  danger  but  i  feel  so  safe  in  your  arms.

[—𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳-𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦— @DoNotWhatIfMe]

𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮," Stephen gave a tired little smile, a gentle hand patting against Sawyer's arm.

"𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚?"

[—𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳-𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦— @DoNotWhatIfMe]

"𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙚𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩. 𝙒𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙡 𝙪𝙥 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚."

Stephen gave a bit of a frown as Sawyer pulled back, his own hands squeezing a bit harder, desperate to keep Sawyer close.

Off to the side, the—

[—𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳-𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦— @DoNotWhatIfMe]

snapped. In a rush of a red glow, the Cloak froze in place, then withdrew before unwillingly rolling up into a long roll and flying off into the coat closet. The door slamming shut with an audible click of it being locked.

"...𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚—

[—𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳-𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦— @DoNotWhatIfMe]

"𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪?"

[—𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳-𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦— @DoNotWhatIfMe]

Stephen's giving a soft smile as he leans back against Sawyer, enjoying the warmth against his back.

"𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚, 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡."

Ungloved hands set down the spoon he was using to stir the hot chocolate, his darkened—

[—𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳-𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦— @DoNotWhatIfMe]

fingertips moving to press his palms against Sawyer's arms, giving him a reassuring squeeze.

"𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙?" Stephen turned his head, lips and nose brushing along Sawyer's cheek, lips trailing over to whisper softly into Sawyer's ear.—