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thank you all so much for your patience and for helping us decide what to do this year! may 6th is now officially palmerstrange day and it is our pleasure to host this celebration!
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the prompt for this year is:
🦋 family/found family 🦋
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happy “i love you in every universe” day to you all!
Benedict Cumberbatch talks us through his iconic career so far and his approach to breaking down complex characters x
On Vincent Anderson: "I've never read something quite so original. I'm not just playing a man who has a psychotic episode and imagines a 7-foot tall, blue monster puppet named Eric. It was also playing Eric, reimagining what Vincent's interpretation of this id, this shadow self would be in terms of his vocal performance. It's just rich, rich story-telling. Really a complex, dynamic character to play on a really spectacularly loopy journey."
On Doctor Strange: "Where to start... I was going to play him and then I couldn't because I had already booked Hamlet. They drifted away and then they, very quickly, drifted back to me. They shifted their whole factory line to my schedule. [...] I'm very much looking forward to Avengers next year. He's cooking up a storm."
I just think the image of surgeon era Stephen and Christine fooling around in his office in the early days is hot… so then this random bit of writing was born 😶
I Hope It’s a Kiss
Stephen Strange’s head was still engrossed in the patient files on his computer screen when his office door opened, immediately knowing who it was from the footsteps that earned him a Cheshire Cat grin.
“I’ve got something for you.” Christine spoke from the door way.
“Oh, yeah?” Stephen raised a brow, the smile still on his face as he made a couple more clicks on the mouse of his computer, “I hope it’s a kiss.”
“It might involve something like that.” Christine giggled, walking closer to him.
“Why don’t you come over here and show me?” Stephen finally lifted his head in her direction, pushing his chair out from under the desk and patting one of his thighs.
“Oh, typical,” She rolled her eyes, walking over to him and accepting his offer of sitting on one of his thighs, “Always making me come to you.”
“Darlin’, making you cum is one of my favourite things to do.” Stephen flashed her a sweet grin, wrapping an arm around her waist to secure her balance.
“Regardless of where we are, it would seem, judging from how we spent Friday night…” Christine mumbled, feeling her cheeks growing slightly pink.
“Absolutely, sweetheart,” Stephen nodded, “Even if you wake up alone in your bed the next morning, you can always tell judging from where on the scale from one to ten we need to get you referred to Dr Barnes the chiropractor whether you spent the night before with me…” He shrugged, raising his eyebrows and enjoying the deep shade of red that her cheeks now were as he gazed up at her, “Now, what have you got for me, hm?”
“The mutual patient of ours that has recently been put on the fast track list for his surgery, I have his scan results.” She held them up, smiling softly.
“You could have easily asked one of the office staff to have them scanned onto his records instead of delivering them to me in person.” Stephen shrugged, glancing down at them.
“Oh, so that is the ‘thanks’ I get?” She rolled her eyes, placing the file down on the desk.
“Well, what kind of ‘thanks’ were you looking for, Doctor Palmer?” Stephen arched a brow, trying not to smirk as one of his hands found itself on her thigh.
“Something a little more worth my time.” Christine dared herself to say.
“I’ll show you something a little more worth your time over this goddamn desk if you keep that attitude.” Stephen’s voice lowered.
“Is that a threat or a promise?” Christine arched a brow, biting her lip as their eyes met.
“Whatever will get me off the fastest.” Stephen shrugged, trying not to let on how much Christine acting like this turned him on.
“I don’t think you’d have the stamina for us to give it a go twice…” She shrugged, tracing her index finger along his jawline, glancing down at his lips, “So, it wouldn’t be a very fair answer.”
“Again, I don’t recall me asking you to show up at my office and give me attitude.” Stephen squinted his eyes, “But I would forgive it for that kiss.”
Christine placed her hand against his cheek and pressed their lips together, her eyes briefly closing for a few moments.
“That will be all, Miss Palmer.” Stephen spoke as they both pulled back in unison.
“Oh, will it?” Christine arched a brow, remaining against his thigh, “Because from what I remember it was me who came to you, how do you know if I'm finished?”
“You always cum for me, sweetheart.” Stephen shrugged, “But so does everyone else…”
“Everyone else?” Christine placed her hands on his shoulders.
“Don’t be jealous, baby, they’re only human.” Stephen flashed her that irritatingly arrogant side smirk.
“So, when you call me…” One of Christine’s hands trailed down the top half of his scrubs, “And you're playing with yourself…” Her hand made its way to the crotch of his scrubs as it dipped between them, Stephen automatically parting his legs a little more automatically for an undenied invitation, “And you tell me I’m the only one who can get you off…” Her fingers gently enveloped around his cock from over his scrubs, massaging her palm against it gently as her lips grazed his ear.
“Mm…” Stephen allowed a soft noise to pass through his lips before trying to gather himself together enough to speak, “Sweetheart, I just know that by the click of a finger you’d be on your knees for me.” He bit his lip as he paused for a moment, “What does it matter if I lie to you?”
“Did I just come in here for you to offload the truth to me, Strange?” Christine arched a brow, keeping her hand flat against his length that was now making itself slightly more known against one of his thighs.
“Oh, I’d offload something onto you, given half the chance…” Stephen spoke in a low tone, gazing up at her as he stole a kiss from her lips.
“Oh, yeah?” Christine licked her lips slowly once he pulled back, now working her fingertips back and forth along the entirety of his hardening cock and earning a soft moan from him in return, “And what might that be?”
“Would you like me to show you?” Stephen asked before his mouth fell open once more as he let out a small grunt from the delicate way she was handling him from over his scrubs, “I’m not sure you could handle it right here. I’m not so sure the desk could, either, come to think of it…”
“Maybe it’s a flaw in me, Doctor Strange,” Christine bit her lip, pressing her thumb directly over the increasingly dampening tip of his cock from over the material and glancing down at the darker patch upon his scrubs from where his precum has leaked through his boxers and into them, smirking when she heard the hiss he made through clenched teeth, “But, honestly… I’d let you do your worst.”
“Mm, fuck it…” Stephen growled, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her off his lap and onto his desk at the side of his computer, immediately grasping at her scrubs as their lips smacked together.
“If you’re such a good Doctor, how about you run me some tests about how I always have this unsatisfied craving of wanting you to do me no good, Stephen Strange…” Christine grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck as her fingers immediately darted into the hair at the nape of his neck.
“Shut the fuck up and I’ll show you the very meaning of being satisfied.” Stephen practically panted out his words from how turned on he was, even losing his breath at how keen Christine was in helping him practically tear her scrubs bottoms off and barely even waiting a moment before doing the same with her underwear.
“Mm, you really mean right here?” Christine grinned, glancing down between between them as Stephen fumbled with the waistband of his scrubs before grasping onto her thighs firmly and pulling her closer to him on the edge of the desk.
“Does that fit into your schedule this afternoon, Doctor Palmer?” He asked against her lips, one hand against her thigh and the other loosely jerking up and down his length in anticipation as he lined himself up with her perfectly.
“I think I can shift a few things around just for you…” Christine smirked as she hooked her legs around his hips, gazing up into his eyes, “But we sure aren’t going to heaven any time soon if we go through with it in your office… with the door unlocked…”
Both of their hearts were thudding in unison with a mixture of arousal and the thrill of getting caught. Christine gazed up at him and almost lost her breath from the dark, lustful expression she was met with gazing back at her. She knew he was going to be trouble from the moment she met him — he just had one of those faces that said, “I was made to break your heart”. And she would let him. At any given moment, any given opportunity, she would just let him. Especially after the words that fell out of his mouth in response;
