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maximotts · 2 years

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𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 • 𝑤. 𝑚𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑓𝑓

a/n: I have no excuse for these upcoming fics except I saw MoM and was instantly filled with the urge to be kept by dark!mommy Scarlet Witch Wanda... this is purely such a self-indulgent AU and this is just an intro, but many kinks lie ahead (like in the next fic I'm writing now)

warnings: This is an 18+ AU, minors DNI; These fics are based on the events in Multiverse of Madness, keep that in mind if you're avoiding spoilers; hurt/comfort, fluffy with angst ig; talks of feeling abandoned/depression; manipulation and coersion; Wanda using her powers against reader; mommy kink abound

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summary: As It Was AU; You lost your Wanda months ago and every day since, you've felt hollow. No one could fix it, except maybe Wanda herself

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You were lost without her.

It wasn’t as simple to move on as people thought; Wanda was your everything. She made your whole schedule, picked out your clothes, made sure you were entertained every moment of the day… she left a hole no one could fill. There wasn’t a person in the world you’d choose to replace her anyways.

Thankfully you kept your shared house, but it felt empty now. All pictures of her hung on the walls were now just a haunting reminder that she was gone, buried, never coming back. You’d never felt more powerless than at Wanda’s funeral and more alone than every night you fell asleep. It’d been two months of sleeping on the couch— you couldn’t bear the thought of sleeping in your bed anymore; she’d picked it out to be perfect for you two and you feared that if you slept in it too much now, her pillow would stop smelling like her and you’d fully break down.

You’d lost track of how long you’d been blankly staring at the television, but it had long been dark outside. It was that time of night where your eyelids were growing heavy; you hated that time. Whenever you dreamt, it was of her. Sometimes she spoke to you and others she just held you in silence, but it wasn’t that fleeting time with her you despised. No, it was the waking up that was cruel. How cold you were without Wanda’s arms around you, your cheeks growing wet every morning as you cried over her absence.

Most of the time you fought sleep as long as you could, letting the room almost spin with how stubborn you were against closing your eyes. It was only because of this that you didn’t fully believe your eyes at first.

“You should really sleep if you’re tired, dearest.” Wanda was standing in front of you, looking down at you with concern. And you screamed, a true fearful scream. You scrambled over the side of the couch, hiding from the intruder that just had to be some sick joke. You were able to stop screaming if only to try to hide further from the woman still hovering mere feet away from you, but your breaths were still heavy and you could feel your heart. Faintly you wondered if you were having a heart attack.

Rushed footsteps told you she’d rounded the couch, but it was only when her hand touched your back that you started screaming again, crawling as fast as you could. “Get out, get out! You’re not real!”

“But sweetheart, I am-”

She was coming closer once more and the farther you went, the closer the imposter got to cornering you. Whoever she was, whatever she wanted, you could barely outrun her, “Leave! Get the fuck out of my house!”

There was an escape route as you shuffled across the floor. If you could just make it a few feet further, the door was so close… But as you stumbled to your feet, tendrils of red magic wrapped around your ankle and you were falling to the hardwood with a shout. “Let me go!”

“Stop it!” She yelled as she pulled you back until you laid on your back at her feet; your Wanda never yelled at you, not once. Looking at her, some form of Wanda, angry at you for a reason you couldn’t understand, all you could do was raise your arms to your head and cover your face. Seeing her was painful, but the sight of someone you loved turning against you so angrily left you crying hard.

“I’m sorry, don’t hurt me…” Tears soaked your sleeves, racked sobs muffling everything around you so that you didn’t hear when she fell to her knees too, reaching out to touch your arm before thinking better of it. Her powers held you still effortlessly, even as you’d stilled with fear. She couldn’t have you slipping away again. “Please, let me go.”

Wanda instantly regretted her outburst; she’d acted selfishly in thinking you’d accept her without explanation. It had taken her so long to find a universe where you were accessible, much less one where she was gone— once any of her met you, they rarely let you go. But here, this was perfect. You needed her and didn’t have her and typically you were such a stubborn little thing, convincing you to let her stay would be easier while you were so vulnerable. It wouldn’t take much though; as independent as you thought yourself to be, Wanda always broke you of that; it was better when you relied on her, she could keep you safer when you let her take over.

“I’ll let you free when I know you won’t hurt yourself.” Her tone of voice was different now, softer and closer to the Wanda you knew. It took a few moments of stillness to gain the courage to peek out from behind your arms, but she was still right there, looking you over for any signs of injury as if she wasn’t the one who’d started it all. She was definitely Wanda, but this one looked intimidating, her hair red instead of the dark brown you used to love burying your nose in and her face serious, more intense than you’d ever seen her.

Still, afraid as you were, something about her just being so close to you calmed your heartbeat. If she truly was Wanda, she’d never harmed you before. “W-What do you want?” You hated how weak you sounded; only your Wanda had heard you so meek before.

As soon as you spoke up, Wanda’s eyes were on you, a smile playing at the corner of her mouth. “You, of course. What else would I want?” She shifted closer, daring to brush some hair from your face and taking the small win of you only slightly flinching away. Good.

“I don’t know you…” It wasn’t a complete lie. The woman before you was familiar, but she just wasn’t. Something within you screamed to be wary of the stranger who’d so quickly appeared in your living room, but another part, the saddest part, begged to recognize this Wanda as the woman you’d trusted your life with.

When you sat up, Wanda released your legs and was quick to gather your face in her hands, ignoring that you’d started to struggle again. “Silly thing, of course you know me. I’m Wanda.” You shook your head even with the firm grip she had and her patience was wearing thin. She’d worked hard to be a constant force in your dreams, comforting you even when she couldn’t physically be with you and you weren’t grateful in the slightest. Wanda always did so much for you, all she wanted was appreciation in return.

“N-No… she’s dead..” Those words hurt like no other; you hated having to say them, both to convince yourself and the new Wanda wiping your tears with her blackened fingertips. Wanda was gone and she wasn’t coming back— you’d spent months reminding yourself of that every day since Steve came to tell you of her fate. “You can’t be her because she’s not here anymore!”

You’d started crying again, overwhelmed by the truth and the impossibility of Wanda before you. She shushed you readily, too much like your Wanda had, and you only cried harder with how much you’d missed such comfort. None of it made sense, not when she kissed your forehead and certainly not when she started muttering explanations of the multiverse. Wanda had mentioned it to you in passing only; it was never something she had interest in. But this Wanda, wherever she came from, seemed well versed in the idea. She wasn’t your Wanda, but she was one who’d searched all over for you.

In any universe, Wanda loved you and that alone filled your heart with more love than you’d felt since the brunette last kissed you goodbye. “You have no idea what I had to do to find you. All this just for my darling girl.” Something about the way her voice darkened over that sentence sent a chill up your spine; you knew better than to ask what she’d done. The sudden way she’d approached you, the possessive way she was holding you now, warm but enough to ensure you couldn’t worm away, told you this Wanda was dangerous.

If your Wanda was here, she’d protect you from this threat, but she wasn’t.

Instead this Wanda was here, bargaining with you to trust her word after she’d made a mess of the lower level of the house you and Wanda built together. You shouldn’t, you really shouldn’t…

But you missed her so terribly.

Wanda sensed your hesitation in both your thoughts and your body language. She’d wanted this to be easier, but she should’ve known she’d have to help you transition. Her poor baby wasn’t meant to think this hard anyways. No matter, it was an easy fix. “I’d never hurt you, I know you know that.”

You were nodding even though you weren’t fully sure, your head relaxing onto her shoulder before you knew what was going on. Your body felt heavy with sleep suddenly, anxieties ebbing in place of the overly familiar smell that was Wanda. “I missed you…”

“I’m sure you did, sweet thing, but it’s okay,” Wanda supported your weight easily, fingers twitching as she sorted through your thoughts. It’d be better for you both if she got rid of those pesky reservations now. Not everything, just enough to be manageable for tonight. “Mommy’s here now and I promise I’ll never leave you again.”

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ellariasand · 2 years

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tramps like us

summary: frank castle gets dragged to therapy, and wanda maximoff makes a friend in the punisher. characters: frank castle & wanda maximoff (w/ a brief appearance from marc spector) rating: g warnings: n/a word count: 5.5k a/n: me, the entire time i was watching multiverse of madness: oh, wanda and frank really should sit down and have a talk.

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Marc had bugged him into going to group therapy.

How the fuck that had happened, he had no idea. It wasn’t really therapy, per se, at least not in the sense that Frank thought about it. No cold church basement, no vets sitting in a circle with Curt passing out donuts or coffee. Group was sterile, forced. Like kids the first time they do presentations in middle school. It was uncomfortable, and no one liked doing it. At least, not at first.

And Frank hadn’t agreed to go in the patient sense. Just to tag along, listen to Marc bitch for a couple of hours so he could verify the stories about Kandahar, the same shit that had fucked the both of them up in slightly different ways. (When he thought back on it, he had it easy compared to Marc.) He was there as a visitor, an observer. He wasn’t a superhero and he’d never claimed to be. Not the way Marc was — or pretended to be, whatever. God knows he didn’t have the energy for that.

“Just…try it out,” Marc said, like they were twenty and it was pot, not in their forties and mentally fucked beyond reason.

So he’d gone. Left Amy and Maya and Karen at the apartment and promised to be home by dinner, sitting through two train changes and a bus, because Marc didn’t trust Ubers, for whatever godforsaken reason. It was a bad idea, he could feel it in his gut, but he went anyway, nearly falling asleep on the PATH train and spacing out the rest of the way.

No, the place his friend dragged him to wasn’t a cold church basement. Not at all.

But then that fucking kid showed up.

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arkhammaid · 29 days

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— ˚₊‧⁺˖ THE NEW GENERATION SUPERSTARS | TO A GOOD SEASON

fandom. formula one & mcu

about. ollie and y/n talk for the first time... even if it's over text. takes part right after the strategy reveal

content warnings. smau, not edited/proofread

notes. have this first chapter before i dip into my holidays hehe

hey y/n! i hope you don't mind me reaching out, but i thought it would be good, since we're the only rookies and never properly met :) to a good season!

oh hi oliver! i don't mind at all, thank you for the message. to a good season for us

are you busy with preperations as well?

yeah

ferrari is definitely a step up from f2, haven't had a free minute for weeks now

welcome to f1 lol 😂

leclerc treating you well? it must've been a mess with sainz...

no worries, charles has been very welcoming, i'm really honored to be his teammate. and the thing with carlos... yeah, it was a bit, but we actually get along well

good good, wanna see you racing and not getting distracted by some bitch fighting in the garage

lmao 😂😂

nah nah, all good. to be honest, he's still a bit prickly about how ferrari and lewis handled those rumors... but well, it isn't really my business

good good

have to run, dad wants to wrap up our moves to ny

but we'll see each other soon, yeah? lemme know when you have time for a proper talk, we definitely have to stick together as rookies

the grid can be a cruel world

alright, have a nice day! don't know about free time yet, but the lastes we'll see each other will be in bahrain

awesome, till then oliver :)

you can call me ollie

let's meet up in bahrain

hello to you too, y/n

hello ollie

so, let's meet up

i'll be there a few day earlier, you as well?

i actually planned to come with ferrari, but i can come earlier!

awesome. you can entertain me then :)

what about the rest of your team?

kev is back with his family and doesn't want to leave them too early, my dad is busy because the president is an incompetent fuck, harley and peter are working on publishing a paper before they join and the rest is just generally busy

damn. alright, as long you plan everything? i have nothing prepared lol

sure! we can go training together and i know a few nice places we can hit before the stress begins

great!!

i'll send you the data later, don't worry, i'll pay for the hotel

you really don't have to

i don't care, you're hanging out with me, i will pay for stuff. i know you could stay at home but you're gonna spend time with me so shut it

alright

hehe, until bahrain. can't wait!!

until then, y/n 😊

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anyaeras · 1 year

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The Helpful Neighbors || WandNat x reader

Pairing- Dom!Natasha SoftDom!Wanda x y/n

Summary- y/n learn something new about themselves, coming out with their sexuality after some help from the married couple next-door

Warnings- Smut, Dom!Sub ish, legal!ageGap, Strap!on , Face!sitting , oral , cunnalinges , praise!kink , mommy!kink , daddy!kink , coming out , tit!play , making!out (AFAB reader)

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It was mid July, in Westview, New Jersey. y/n was attending college in New York, at New York university, but they were home for the summer brake, well home alone that is, y/n's family had taken their younger sibling on a vacation and y/n was left home to house sit, but it wasn't all bad it was nice to be around town again, living at home alone, isn't as lonely as it might sound, but that was all because of the neighbors next-door. y/n spending a lot of time recently helping them with basic chores that they just needed help with and not once did y/n bat an eye, they were always happy to help.

Today wasn't much different then most, y/n woke up around a little bit before noon after going out with some friends the night prior, a little hungover but that would fade after having some breakfast, making their way to the kitchen, finding a box of their families fruity, Sugarfield cereal before heading to the cabinet, heading for a bowl to prepare the cereal.

The day was quiet, sitting on the couch and turning on some mindless reality TV show waste their time while eating their cereal. With that time did go by but still not to much time, around 2pm y/n heard a knock on their door, standing up to check out who it may be.

"Hello?" Y/n said with a question in their voice before fully opening the door to see who it was, yet upon fully opening the door they were met with one of their neighbors, it was wanda, she was a sweet women, she was a definitely older than you, but not as old as your parents, you wanted to say early 30s at most.

"Y/n?" wanda called your name as it seemed you zoned out, y/n didn't even realize how caught up they were thinking about their neighbor, but just something about her...

"Oh sorry, I'm a bit tired" you responded sluggishly

"It's alright honey, I was wondering if you'd mind coming over for dinner tonight, you've been so helpful while your parents have been away my wife and I would like to do something nice for you" Wanda asked with a soft welcoming smile on her face.

You nodded in return agreeing to meet her at her house around 6pm for dinner, you could never turn down a free meal and besides, it would be nice to not eat dinner alone. After that Wanda left you be for a bit, heading home to clean up and prepare the meal, while y/n was cleaning themself up, heading for a shower to wash last nights club of themself.

Hopping into the warm water, letting in drip down their body as they thought, it's been sometime sense y/n had been in a relationship, the last one was the end of high school senior year, y/n was with some basic jock. He was fun and all, but they never had any real connection it was more like close friends then lovers. Y/n never seem to be attracted to the guy, there was no emotional connection or much of physical attraction it was more just a silly the bond between the two.

Letting their thoughts run would be a waste of time y/n could think about the past for hours maybe days, but what was the point, so with that they finally pulled themself from the warm comforts of the shower, to get dressed for tonight's dinner.

As it got later in the day and closer to the dinner y/n was starting to get nervous, why? Who knew maybe just social anxiety ,Settling for a cute and comfortable outfit, and light makeup y/n grab their phone and keys, slipping on some shoes and heading next door at 5:55 to the Maximoff-Romanov family, knock on the door softly, almost hoping they didn't open the door, you don't know why, but tonight felt different, you've always enjoyed both of their company but now something felt off.

Yet they heard the knock...

"Y/n дорогой (Dorogoy/Darling), come in" Natasha answered before step out of the way, allowing you to come threw the door, before leading you to the dinning room where Wanda was setting up the food for the night.

"Welcome y/n have a seat" wanda said softly before speaking to her wife threw their eyes, honestly, couldn't tell if it was telepathic or what, but they were having a full conversation there without even saying a word a word.

Dinner started normal the food was amazing, and it was just basic conversation until more personal questions started to be thrown y/n's way.

"So y/n, are you seeing anyone?" Wanda asked quite bluntly, causing you to choke on your soda, not only did the question take you off guard, y/n was also a little upset that they were not aloud wine like the other two, as you were only 20, back to the question asked y/n took a minute to the think about how to answer it but went with the simple answer.

"Oh nope, I don't have anyone special" your answer brought a smile to the couples face, as the questions continued y/n started to look distressed and so confused, they didn't know why they were longing for the two in front of them, they've never been in this kind of situation, it's always been awkward conversations with men.

"Y/n hun come with us" Wanda's said before giving you her hand and leading you to the living room, letting you sit on the couch, before the two older women sat beside you.

"What's in your mind, you can tell us sweetheart" the older witch asked you while Natasha placed a hand on your thigh as a form of comfort yet to y/n I was more. Was it more?

"I-I don't know I shouldn't feel like this" y/n was stressing out over their own feeling while Natasha was confused. Your loud thoughts were screaming at Wanda clearing up some of the confusion for the witch.

"Feel like what детка" (Detka/Baby) Natasha asked prompting you to open up to the older women. While Wanda was more so just listing at this point waiting for you to confirm her suspension vocally.

"Attracted to you guys I guess" y/n stated in almost a whisper but they both heard it.

"And why would that be an issue" Natasha pushed her luck at this one. As there was no doubt, the older women wanted more from the younger girl, besides they saw no issue with opening there marriage up to another partner.

"Cause it's wrong, you guys are married, plus I've only ever been with men, I don't even know how it works with a women" y/n admitted to the two.

"Y/n, do you believe you only like men"

Y/n shrugged at the question

"May I kiss you" Wanda asked to which y/n nodded and with that Wanda's lips met y/n's

"Oh." Was all that came from y/n with the kiss broke between the two

"Y/n it's alright to like women, and to like multiple people at once, Natasha and I like having a third, and wouldn't mind if you wanted to try something with us honey" Wanda explained yet the couple was growing inpatient with the younger one, they knew y/n needed them, yet they also wanted y/n to realize that on their own.

"Oh okay...I wanna" y/n gave consent, giving themself to the couple, y/n wanted to explore more then just men, and more then just one person.

It was Natasha turn to pull y/n into herself before going for a kiss, both the women were excited for y/n to agree, they wanted to make the sweet collage girl theirs, Natasha took dominance over the kiss, making it much deeper then the kiss with Wanda was, letting her tongue slip into y/n's mouth, the kiss wasn't broken until they both were desperate for air, and Wanda would have to admit she was getting a bit turned on by watching her wife put her tongue down y/n's throat. Wanda wanted in on the fun, so she used her powers to flash some imagines threw their mind of the married couple pulling a soft moan from the younger one, causing Natasha to chuckle.

"Oh is someone turned on?" Wanda teased ready to show y/n a good time. Wanda gave Nat the okay to left y/n up before heading to the bedroom, setting y/n down on the bed they both were now standing over them.

"Y/n are you okay with this, we want to take care of you sweet girl" Wanda asked for y/n's consent while Natasha also waited for It.

"Yes please, I need you both" y/n whined out, taking that as enough consent Wanda went to get some stuff, while Natasha stayed with y/n.

"Princess, if you wanna stop at any time say red, do you understand"

"Yes."

Wanda came back into view with some toys in her hands, handing off a harness and a large dildo to Natasha before pushing you to lay back onto the bed.

"Sweet sweet y/n, this is gonna be fun, why don't you strip for mommy" Wanda said softly giving y/n a moment to remove their clothes, as Wanda stripped herself of her sun dress she had been wearing threw the day, Wanda started kissing y/n softly before deepening the kiss, holding the kiss for sometime before moving down to y/n's neck leaving love bites along the way pulling soft moans from y/n as she hit their sweet spot.

Natasha now stripped with a good sized strap between her legs came back over as her wife was still sucking on Y/n, Natasha pinched y/n's tits just to see the reaction, watching the smaller one squirm underneath the couple was so hot to the Russian, just to have that power did things to the women.

Wanda pulled herself away from y/n standing next to her wife, as they watched y/n desperately wait on them.

Natasha slipped her fingers threw your folds collecting your juices on her fingers before pulling your jaw open and slipping her fingers I to y/n's mouth, letting them taste themself on the Russian.

"Good girl, so sweet for us детка" Wanda praised, as Natasha pulled back, moving down to y/n's core lining up her faux cock with y/n's dripping core. Slowly slipping in.

"Please be careful I've never done it like this..." y/n admitted causing them to pause.

"Y/n what do you mean baby?" Natasha soften up for just a moment to get information.

"I've done it! Just never like this" y/n said softly yet still prompting both women to continue. Natasha kept slipping in yet rubbing her hand on y/n's lower stomach as a form of comfort while Wanda was giving attention to their tits, kissing and sucking on y/n's chest as Natasha slowly started to fuck them slowly, the other part of the faux cock slipped into Natasha pushing a bit of pressure of her own clit. While Natasha started to pick up speed, y/n's moans grew louder and as a way to shut y/n up Wanda settled herself above y/n's face setting down so y/n could eat her out as Natasha fucked her.

"Look at you eating out mommy so good" Natasha stated picking up her thrust, causing y/n to scream under Wanda cause heavy vibration to send Wanda over the edge, Wanda came on y/n's face before pulling herself, off y/n, giving the younger one a deep kiss tasting herself on her.

Natasha was trusting faster, chasing her own high as she pulled an orgasm from y/n causing them scream as Natasha also came. Giving y/n a moment to calm down before pulling out.

Wanda came over to her wife pulling her in for a kiss, sharing a moment while giving y/n a moment. Natasha pushed Wanda away for a moment to strip from the harness strap setting down at the end of the bed.

"Show daddy how much you enjoyed how I fucked you" Natasha wrapped her hands into y/n's hair pulling them to eat out Natasha, mixing Wanda's flavors from earlier now with Natasha's was heavenly, both flavors from the women danced on y/n's tongue, while Wanda sat on the bed, kissing and loving on her wife, as grunts and deep moans came from Natasha while both girls worked on bringing Nat to her climax.

"Fuck you guys, so good for daddy" Natasha prompt with a groan, as she was growing closer to her own high.

"Fuck...fuck" Natasha moaned loudly still holding y/n's hair tightly keeping y/n secure between her legs, while she let go spilling her cum on to y/n's face.

When she finally relaxed her hand from y/n's hair, y/n slowly stepped to her feet, waiting a moment before crawling on the bed towards the other two. Natasha and Wanda both sat back in the bed, pulling y/n into their lap, her body in Natasha's lap while her legs draped over Wanda's body

"Are you alright honey" Wanda asked teaching over to brush some loose hair from y/n's face.

"Yes" y/n replied sluggishly a bit tired from the Amazing sex she just had with her (older married) neighbors

"Want to stay with us tonight?" Natasha asked getting a quick nod from y/n as the snuggled closer to Natasha, making it clear they weren't leaving. The couple just held y/n closer enjoying the new side with the younger one.

"Does this make me gay?" Y/n asked thinking aloud making both the women laugh.

"If you want to be, then yes love, you are gay" Natasha respond wrapping an arm around y//n

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AN- this was a request from another app, with that I hope you guys enjoy.

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ultralightpoe · 6 months

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Haunted House - Stephen Strange

Authors Note: HAPPY HALLOWEEN

Word Count: 1,286

Warnings: illusions to smut

Description: Small halloween blurb.

This is apart of my Halloween event, stay tuned for a new story every hour!

Happy Halloween!

It starts as a small whisper from a mother to her neighbor. “Did you hear about the witch and warlock?” The neighbor talked to her sister, this time whispering “The witches are running a haunted house.” Her sister tells her coworker about it, and on and on and on.

Within days the news of ‘The Haunted House’ travels and everyone is preparing for it. Making plans to stop by on Halloween because who in their right mind would miss this?

But no one, NO ONE, was as excited as Stephen Strange.

The sanctum was normally to remain hidden unless the person called to it, but on Halloween (and with proper protection spells of all the artifacts) he began a tradition of opening the sanctum to the world and unleashed his powers upon them…… but that wasn’t his favorite part of it all.

No.

His favorite part was you, his wife, and your natural power.

You came from a coven when he met you, cocky and beautiful, everything about you powerful and smooth. You ended up saving him from a demon, showing him up in all but two moves before you vanished.

It took months of this, you popping up and saving him, before he finally got your name. Wong had warned him about you, warned him about your coven as well.

“They are purists, the witches are not to interact with warlocks or humans. If they find that she does, she could be stranded or worse killed.”

But Stephen couldn’t stay away, he was drawn to you.

Months and months, seeing you became a natural thing and soon enough he was completely in love. Your coven expelled you, and though you had been upset about losing your mother and sisters you had agreed to marry him and you had formed a happy family with him.

And there was one night a year that you allowed yourself to actually unleash the depth of your power.

“America!” You call up the stairs, fixing your cliche witch hat once more before moving to fuss over the streamers on the railing. “Baby wizard come on, it’s nearly time!”

“Coming!” She calls, and Stephen comes around the corner, leaning on the wall as he watches you fuss over the decorations before your adopted daughter rushes down the steps in her own wizard costume.

“YOU LOOK GREAT!” You squeal, pulling her in and fixing the shoulders.

“You’re not mad I chose wizard over witch?” America asks, allowing you to fuss over her.

“Absolutely not, I think you look great. Now where is-”

“Right here.” Stepen smiles before you even have to finish asking, turning slowly to show you his outfit.

“Those are your normal robes, Strange. This is supposed to be-” He smiles and holds out his hand, allowing a fully decorated cloak to fly to him. Cobwebs and black paint over him, and the second he latches on the outfit Stephen had been wearing transforms into the sinister version of it.

“Better? Mrs. Strange?”

“Perfect.” You smile, stepping closer to kiss him deeply before pulling back and clapping your hands.

Stephen takes a moment to admire you, trying not to grow a hard on at your costume before you are finally ready to begin.

“Alright, when the clock strikes 6 we will begin. A new round every hour. Understood?”

“Ready.” America smiles.

“I guess.” Wong sighs from his spot by the door, pretending not to be excited even though he was.

“Extremely ready!” Peter calls, swinging from the ceiling and landing next to America. Another one you had managed to adopt, you had ripped the memory curse and managed to allow everyone in the sanctum to remember him. “Remind me of my role one more time.”

“You’re the dead man hanging, darling.”

“Right. Got it.”

“Let’s begin then.” It takes everything in Stephen not to kiss you when you smile, your eyes shining that magnificent purple. He loved this holiday.

The clock chimes 6 times, echoing out to the first crowd that had formed outside, bouncing on their feet excitedly as they wait for the Sanctum to appear, and once the 6th chime hits a heavy cloud of purple smoke appears and then the building is revealed. Gasps travel through the crowd as everyone pushes forward, stepping up the concrete steps happily.

The doors open slowly, the purple smoke working as a fog as a serene voice rings out to the crowd, lulling them all in. “Come little children, I’ll take thee away-”

Janey, who had just turned 17 three days ago, takes a couple steps in and once 30 people had made it in the doors slam shut and the lighting goes down easily, everyone nearly surrounded in darkness as a purple cloud forms above them. “Follow me, if you dare….”

And there you were, Janey could do nothing but blink up at you as you emerged from the cloud, floating. You were everything.

“It’s the witch of the sanctum!” Someone yells, pointing as if you weren’t the easiest thing to see in the room. You smile, a cheshire cat smile as you gesture for everyone to follow, leading them into your house of horrors.

The last batch of people come in at 4 am, most of them college students not ready to end the night. You had to pull back the scares a bit so there were no incidents. But by the end of the night you are left on the stairs, laying down with a small smile as Stephen comes to find you.

His touches are gentle as he lifts your head to sit on the stairs with you, laying your head on his lap and brushing your hair.

“Have a fun night?”

“The best night ever.” You yawn. “Reminds me of my old home. Especially when the hellhound ended up chasing after that biker guy. If only he knew she was just a puppy who smelled bacon.”

“Why would he have a burger in his pocket, I still don’t understand that.” Stephen jokes, trying to ease the tension in his chest as he gazes at you. He knew you missed it, your family. “I’m sorry baby.”

“Don’t be sorry, Warlock.” You whisper, sitting up and pulling him in for a soft kiss. “Thank you for letting me have fun tonight.”

“I enjoy it, you are msot gorgeous when you’re not taming your powers….. But the medusa trick was a bit much this year.”

“I TURNED HIM BACK.” You defend, smiling from ear to ear. “But we might have to tone down a bit next year.”

“We?” He laughs and you shrug. “Fine. I might have to tone it down next year.”

He grabs your chin softly, pulling you close until his lips are grazing your own. “Don’t ever tone it down, Witch.”

“No problem, Warlock.” He lets himself kiss you then, opening a portal to your room and allowing himself to destroy you.

Janey goes to school, whispering about the house. She tells her friends of the smoke and how the witch had turned a man into solid stone and the hellhound. She tells them about the epic maze of blue star shaped portals that lead them from room to room, each one containing another world.

The news travels about the hellhounds and the flying demons. The skeletons that walked amok and the young man that hung himself in the foyer at the end. (They didn’t know that Peter was using his webs as a harness and the spell you put on him made him unrecognizable)

By the time the police went to the address they found nothing but an empty warehouse, Stephens protection spells back in place keeping his witch and his family safely tucked inside.

{Would love to write more about reader witchling and warlock Stephen}

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samwxlsxon · 2 years

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doctor strange multiverse of madness spoilers with no context

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strangelockd · 8 months

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Hii!! How are u? 🥰

Could you write something with the prompts 7.“how mad would you be if i kissed you?” and 2.“my lipgloss is all over your lips.” from the fluff list with Stephen pls

Fates Embrace

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Sinister Strange x FemReader

Summary: Your sick at the Sanctum and Stephen being poor with words tries to comfort you in his own special way leading to a much greater surprise.

•Im slowly chipping away at my requests and this one was so long overdue. I really tried keeping it fluff but i couldn’t help myself. There were many directions that this fic could have taken but I hope you love it. The story was inspired by Harry Styles and you can find the song on my Sinister Playlist•

“Sinister was fully convinced that if you tasted half as divine as the forbidden fruit of Eve, then he absolutely understood her succumb to the surrender of temptation”

You had been nauseous for days, and no amount of rest seemed to make it better. With a shaking hand, you reached for the bed pan, the cool porcelain a welcome contrast to your already warm skin. Setting the bed pan on the floor, you groaned, wiping the leftover vomit from your cheek. Yep you definitely were sick no doubt. Despite having everything you needed from herbal tea to nausea medication, Sinister still paced the room in a worry for your health; you are his world after all.

Leaning against the foot of the bed Sinister pawed the comforter on the four poster bed, “are you sure there's nothing else I can do for you my love,” eyeing you like a hawk he was seeking your gaze making sure you were not just playing the hero. Stephen could always see right through your poker face. Letting out a small hum you smiled reassuring him, “Babe relax, it's just a little bug. You as a doctor even said it's more than likely a common cold, trust me I will be fine in a few days.”

Sinisters chilled hands slowly slithered from the warmth of the blankets, searching for your feet, which were hidden under the many layers of blankets, “Yes yes I know my pet, it's just that I can’t help but worry for you so,” his grip tightened more around your ankles as if you would disappear like smoke. Sinister had always felt alone in the world, and he had never expected to find someone who could make him feel so connected and loved. He had believed that he could never be happy, but you knew deep down that Sinister was willing to do anything to keep you in his life. The thought of losing you was unbearable to him, and it felt like his own personal hell.

Seeing the worry laced in his eyes you shot him a comforting smile,“Stephen, trust me I'm not going anywhere. You know i'm with you forever in this life,” extending your arms outwards beckoning him to join you. Sinister for a second was taken aback; feeling a sudden warmth spread over him he couldn't help but grin, his heart swelled with your irrevocable love so much that he could burst. Letting out a soft contented sigh he couldn't help but feel unbrimmed joy for being so wanted by such a divine woman. For how could he say no to his queen, the very person he would sacrifice his own life for.

Kicking off the heavy boots they made a slight thump against the wooden floorboards as your husband manifested a beautiful purple indigo smoke. The smoke cascading around him as he opted to change into his comfiest pair of dark purple pajamas leaving you in awe. You have been with him for years and even doing basic things, Sinister was the pure definition of elegance and it bever failed to leave you breathless. Feeling the weight of his form shift on the mattress, Sinister slowly made his way across the burgundy comforter. He snuggled close to you, wrapping himself in the warmth of the covers sighing contentedly.

Sinisters scarred hands reached over to gently cup your jaw placing a delicate kiss to your forehead. He nuzzled his nose against yours adding softly, “…In this life. And the next my love. For I have crossed oceans of time to find you and I will never lose you,” his finger traced your cheek softly as his blue eyes searched yours, the sentiment making you blush a deeper red. Placing a hand above his you leaned in to his touch, batting your lashes softly you couldn't help but melt into his eyes that reflected your very own.

“And you'll always have me, Stephen Strange,” breathing in his scent you closed your eyes, “For my heart and soul are yours and yours alone,” breaking the gap Sinister leaned into your lips. The sudden connection made you moan as he traced your lower lip with his tongue tasting your skin. It was so hypnotic, so mesmerizing that you suddenly snapped back to reality pulling away not wanting him to catch your cold. Feeling your resistance his strong hands only pulled you flush to his chest.

“Babe, don’t! You'll catch whatever I got,” you protested. Sinister couldn't help but chuckle at your declaration.

“Darling, I'm a man with the power of gods. It will take more than a cold to stop me from adoring you”, feeling the brush of his goatee against your delicate earlobe. His lips were so close to yours that you could feel his heat radiating from them. His lips ghosted your collarbone, his breath sweet and warm as he continued to ghost across your soft skin, sending a shiver of pleasure through your body and a fire of desire awakening in your core. Cocking his head to the side Sinister gently pinched your chin between his thumb and forefinger, eyes laced with mischief he had a better idea in mind.

“How mad would you be if I kissed that beautiful mouth of yours?” He smirked, taking note of your sudden tight grip on the crimson sheets. Hes such a fucking tease…

Pulling away once more in an attempt to resist, you looked into his eyes and you could clearly tell that all your husband wanted to do was to be there to make you feel good no matter what. “I dunno,” biting your lip you smirked, “why not find out.” The familiar feeling of his hands slithered against the back of your neck as he pulled you in slowly, kissing you once more he tasted the sweetness of your lips. The essence of strawberries sticking to his mind imprinted on his eidetic memory forever. He wanted to drown in you for the rest of his days. You both pulled away chuckling like a couple of school kids as his hands sought your face tracing your jawline, his breath welcoming against your soft delicate flesh.

“Delicious,” he cooed, giving your lower lip a gentle nip.

Damn him…

Sinister always brought you great joy even on days you were not at your best, times when you were sure he would leave after seeing your unsavory sides. You knew that deep down he would walk through fire for you, proving all too well his devotion time and time again leaving you with no doubts. Sinisters hands trailed down your curves resting at the slope of your hips guiding you to his lap. You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his once more as his hands traced your thighs gripping them firmly. Pulling away to look into your eyes he smiled brushing your cheek with unbridled admiration.

“I love you y/n,” he proclaimed, palms giving a slight tremble, “you know that right?”

Your heart swelled at the profession of his words only for them to taper, it broke your heart knowing he was alone for so long and yet still felt uncertainty about your devotion. Years if self loathing convinced him that his blackened heart was too difficult to bear, that he was a burden and needed to hide from the light forever. But here you are loving it through all the dirt to bare something of a diamond underneath the crevice of his newly alivened heart.

Heart racing you leaned in kissing him deeper, showing him how much he truly means to you. His moans drowning all thought as you pulled away looking him in the eyes. “And I love you Stephen Strange. I always have,” nibbling his earlobe in return you felt his grip tighten. You were sure there would be mark’s later no doubt, but in the moment you couldn’t care less. He growled pulling you in for another kiss, taking note of your nightgown riding up your thighs he smirked suddenly flipping you to once more your backside.

“Stephen!” You cried feeling him slither down between your thighs taking note of what's below. Or lack thereof.

“Hmm no panties?” His eyes suddenly turning dark and piercing it shot right to your center causing you to involuntarily rock your hips against his goatee.

“Mmm ya,” giving a teasing smile, “Didn't feel like it,” flashing him a cheeky wink it only spurred him on more to dig into your needy heat inhaling your arousal.

“You naughty girl,” his voice laced with a husky desire as you felt the welcoming sensation of his fingers slipping deeper into your thighs. His fingers gliding between the folds of your heat as his thumb traced circles around your clit.

“Always so wet for me my pet,” slipping two fingers inside he watched as your body writhed against his touch, “and my cock isnt even inside you yet,” he teased, pumping his digits at a steady pace. Sinister watched in awe as he felt your pussy clamp down like a vice around his fingers.

“You're such a good girl. Do you know that? Do you know how beautiful you look coming undone by my hands?” His eyes glowed under the light as he watched on, your legs trembling. He felt them spread wider, practically welcoming him to feast upon you. You get off on the praise, and he knows it all too well. Your body arched and pebbled against his touch as if you were fabricated just for him. Your reaction alone was enough to make his stiffened cock ache between his trousers. The only thoughts going through his mind were mine mine mine…like a sacred prayer only for you.

“I adore you. Your absolutely beautiful,” he purred, pressing his face into you deeper he traced his tongue over your wet folds making you moan deeper only urging him to need more. Sinister wanted to drown in your essence for this was his paradise and his alone, you locked around him wanting to be entangled in this state for eternity. Swirling your clit in a figure eight his mouth continued its assault as he felt your climax grip around his digits, you were close and nothing felt more sweeter or divine than this very moment. You moaning for him and only him alone. Your fingers laced through his ravenous strands pushing him deeper as his hands reached up, ripping the straps off your gown to expose your perfect bare breast on display. His hands immediately seeking your exposed nipples, giving them a gentle twist. It was just enough to send you over the edge as his right hand continued pumping in and out of your throbbing cunt claiming him only tighter.

Sinister takinging in the staggered rise and fall of your breath he placed his hand on the flat of your stomach in an attempt to steady yourself. For a moment he felt something…a heartbeat. But it…it can't be? His heart fluttered and flipped all at once with the sudden possible realization but there was something more pressing that demanded his attention and that was you.

“Ste-Stephen I’m gonna!”

The echo of your pleasured moans suddenly snapping him back to reality. This is the only thing he ever wants to do, be lost in you. Devoting every waking moment to your pleasure.

“That's it! That's my girl,” His thumb pressing firm circles on your clit as his lips traced yours, “your so beautiful when you come”

Your mouth shot open in a silent scream as you arched off the mattress, your heat riding his digits as he finger fucked you through your orgasm. The curling of his hand making you see stars, he truly did have magic hands in more ways than one.

Sinisters mind suddenly shot to the thought of what he felt in the base of your tummy. Tracing his palm over his chest he instinctively placed the other over your lower tummy, your elbows propped you up as your heart fluttered when you casted your gaze upon your husband.

“Stephen? What's wrong?” You asked with bated breath.

“Nothing my love,” he spoke with promise, his gaze still fixated on your belly, “hold on and let me see here”

At first the sensation was warm as if being cloaked by a blanket fresh from the dryer. A soft purple glow emitted from your abdomen as you both witnessed what was clearly a little baby in your belly no more than 10 weeks. The motions of its little arms made tears form in your eyes. You couldn't believe it, and neither could Sinister but here you are in fact pregnant.

You traced his features taking note of his reaction, noticing the swell of tears in his eyes he sniffled looking up at you, “And I thought I've seen everything,” you brushed a stray strang away from his forehead; he couldn't help but grin wide.

Come to think of it It's not like safe sex was a part of your repertoire. You both were more shocked it just took this long to finally happen.

“You're not upset, are you Stephen?” Your heart filled with sudden rising dread at the silly question. The seconds felt like minutes as you waited on for your husband's answer.

Eyes widened he practically leapt forward his hands sought yours as he paused just a fraction from your lips. You couldn't help but feel the sudden thrill of it, his unbridled excitement and joy seemed to penetrate every cell of your body. The comfort of his large hands made you lean into his touch, you took a breath as he craned his neck down ensuring you met his gaze. The calm timber of his voice was slow and smooth like the sweetest of chocolate and all you wanted was to melt into him.

“Heavens no my sweet angel. I am beyond thrilled. For you have given me all the more reason for being alive, and I couldn't possibly love you more than in this moment.”

Hearing the soft sniffles he leaned forward nuzzling foreheads peppering you with kisses that spoke of promise, you just couldn't believe that you are with child. Instinctively you couldn't help but draw his palm forward over your bare belly once more, the soft purple glow emitting from his palm glowed once more revealing the miracle underneath leading Sinister to smile.

“So much for you being sick,” he chuckled, kissing you once more. Rubbing your belly softly you placed a hand above his, joining the three of you in unison.

“Seems like the doctor is getting a little rusty with diagnosing,” you teased, feeling him give a playful yet gentle shove so as to not hurt you or the baby.

You smiled leaning in, nestling your face against his. “Oh hush now kiss me once more”

For a moment, all was still and peaceful and you never wanted it to end. Wrapping his arms around your waist you took in the warmth and familiarity of him. With a contented sigh, he whispered, "I love you."

Tears rolled down your cheek as his thumb took the liberty of wiping them away gently. Your lips sought his as you mended once more into each other like the sand meets the sea. You've kissed many times but yet somehow it feels like your millionth and first all wrapped up in one. Sinister was fully convinced that if you tasted half as divine as the forbidden fruit of Eve, then he absolutely understood her succumb to the surrender of temptation. For nothing ever tasted so sweet.

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maximotts · 2 years

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❛ say you love me. say it now — can’t you say it now? even if you don’t mean it? ❜ and/or (ur choice i just couldnt decide) ❛ i’m sorry i had such a devastating effect on you. ❜ for doublewanda (reader included or not hehe it can work either way) - not silver

yes yes thank you Not Silver, this gave me an excuse to start posting double Wanda

❛ say you love me. say it now — can’t you say it now? even if you don’t mean it? ❜ / ❛ i’m sorry i had such a devastating effect on you. ❜ + 616!Wanda & 838!Wanda; heavy angst in this one with MoM spoilers; character death/murder mention

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f. scott fitzgerald prompts

You were scared and confused, looking between the two versions of your wife in front of you. The one you knew, the woman who made you breakfast each morning and held you while you slept every night stood closer to the stairs, an equal amount of fear clearly running through her veins. The gash on her head was large, blood inching down the middle of her brow, but she didn’t care about any of that. Her only concern was the other woman in front of you, on her knees and desperately begging for your attention.

“Please…” The waiting was about eating her alive, she wouldn’t be surprised if she was visibly shaking. It was just seeing you, being close to you after she’d lost you so tragically in the wake of the chaos Thanos created on her Earth, was more overwhelming than she’d prepared herself for. Wanda had been blipped away, unable to protect you from the anger the population felt with the Avengers’ failure, and in her absence you’d been ripped from existence, killed as an example of what would happen to superhero sympathizers. Being gone for five years barely phased her, but finishing the fight and seeking you out, only to find a small grave maintained by your last remaining family member… that tore her apart,

And so she searched and searched, seeking out any available way she could get you back. Maybe she hadn’t gone the most pleasant or morally upright way, but who was to judge when you, an innocent citizen, had been murdered in cold blood because of her failure. Wanda never failed again after that, she made sure of it. Even when her comrades warned her of the dangers, she ignored them. She’d risk every single thing she had for you, in any universe. All of it was worth it to have you standing in front of her, but not like this.

Wanda didn’t understand your fear; surely you recognized her? Even with her morphed hair color and new outfit, you always knew her. She waited anxiously for you to laugh or smile, any little reaction she remembered you made… Your fear was the last thing she wanted. “Say you love me. say it now — can’t you say it now?” When you shook your head, you took your eyes off her, looking to her counterpart for reassurance. It should be her you sought out. She was the one who’d risked everything, traveled the multiverse to find you, you were hers. “Even if you don’t mean it?”

You meekly confirmed your no, even with the grip she had on your calves digging painfully into your skin. “I don’t know you…You’re scaring me.” Those seven words shot her through the heart, searing a mortal wound right atop the one she held over the initial loss of you. Even scanning your brain all Wanda saw was panic and trepidation— you recognized her, but didn’t know her. You were hers, but not her version.. you were different. Realization set in suddenly— her deadly actions, the Darkhold corruption, her destruction— it hit her like a wave. Wanda crumbled with a hard thump, a sound that had both you and her variant rushing to kneel by her. It was unfathomable that you weren’t running from her; she could tell you wanted to. But her wracked sobs left her coughing and crying, tears blurring her vision even as she clawed at her face anxiously. “I’m sorry I had such a devastating effect on you.”

#wanda maximoff x reader #dark!wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff fic #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch fic #multiverse of madness fic #wanda maximoff angst #wanda maximoff fanfiction #motts writes.#maximotts

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zivazivc · 2 months

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How awesome would it be if future Trolls movies referenced past Dreamworks movies such as Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron or the Shrek movies?

referenced how? because spirit is based on the real world, and shrek is an european fairytale mashup world, and trolls is a made up fantasy world...

either way, i wouldn't like it. i prefer when things are their own separate universes.

it would be awesome if future trolls movies properly referenced the first two movies tho...

#if i want references or crossovers with other stories i can go read fics about it #i was never really into rise for the brave tangled dragons lol and that was before the multiverse and crossover sweep #now i kinda hate it ngl #i can't even enjoy the new spiderman movies because there's iron man in them and it feels so wrong ksbjdvbhd #answered #imagine if the 4th movie just took the same route as the 2nd and 3rd and just completely ignored the existence of the previous movie kajssd #i would be mad

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pherelesytsia · 2 years

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Just come home,

Pairing: Stephen Strange x female/Pregnant/Reader

Summary: After Stephen saves the world he arrives after months of departure and faces his pregnant fiancé.

Warning: fluff, Angst

Word Count: 1.5k

Requests are Open

Lovingly, her fingers stroked the curve of her belly and stared into the far distance of the city, watching the tears of the dense clouds dancing across the windows of the flat she shared with her husband.

The stiff wind knocked on the high windows. Exhausted, Y/N leaned her head against the cold glass and exhaled loudly as the pleasant cold banished the uncomfortable warmth from her body. A weak smile adorned her face. Y/N had imagined it differently. Every sunrise the young woman hoped the door to the apartment would open and she would find herself in his arms again, but slowly Y/N understood she would never find a moment of peace in his firm embrace again, never be able to let him know how much she loves him.

Firmly, Y/N clawed her fingers into the fluffy blanket, imagining she was in Stephen's arms. Her forehead left a spot on the window. She turned and let her gaze wander around the living room and a faint smile graced her lips as her eyes fell on the only picture in the flat hanging on the other side of the wall in beige tones.

She wished she could dimly remember the day the picture was taken but the moment was unforgettable and the ring on her finger reminded her every day of how she had answered the question of all questions.

Y/N was unable to see his belongings anymore, it pained her too greatly and made it nearly impossible to enter the various rooms of the home. She had put all his belongings in a box after Stephen had not arrived after six months and the rumours came to light that he was maybe no longer among the living.

More and more lights went out as the clock ticked. The mobile phone in the depths of her pocket was on silent, knowing exactly what would happen if she took the calls of her friends. She didn’t desire to hear the reassuring words, telling her Stephen would soon come, but with each passing hour, Y/N doubted more and more that she would ever see him again. The fear gnawing at her soul disappeared. The smile on her lips spread and the darkness threatening to cover her as a veil faded away. Laughing, Y/N stroked over the ever-growing belly.

"Hey little one, you're so small, yet you have so much strength. You are going to be such a strong girl.” Y/N breathed in a loving tone, forgetting fear and anger rising in her heart.

Tears took away her vision.

"I'm sorry, my little sunshine. I love you dearly. I wish I could offer you something my mother couldn’t, but I see I can't give you a father to be by your side, either. But hey, look at me, I'm relatively normal and I was raised without a dad. And you will have great uncles and aunts who have promised to help us. Uncle Peter, for example, hung outside the window and wouldn't stop knocking on the glass until I let him in." Y/N added, laughing after a few moments of silence.

Grinning, Y/N remembered the boy who came over every day to not to leave her on her own, even if she didn't want anyone by her side, wanted to grief alone. Yet Y/N couldn't chase the boy away and the bag in the guest room was a daily reminder that Peter had nearly moved in.

There was an uncomfortable chill reigning in the flat, but Y/N didn't mind, looking off into the distance and back down at the barely trafficked street. The lights were no longer blinding. He hadn't opened the door, and the portal vanished soundlessly. A strange, indescribable feeling spread through his heart and the uncommon dressed man took a step into the lovingly furnished living room. Stephen feared the worst, but as soon as his eyes witnessed the woman, his heart was longing for looking out of the window the heavy burden dropped from his heart, realising nothing had happened to her.

The dark hair was dishevelled, not lying neatly on his head. A few grey strands, mirroring the tone of a spider’s web as morning dew danced down the fine threads, broke through the darkness. No blood dripped from his healed wounds. Scars and scratches adorned his body, but none of them ached as much his heart yearning for a loving touch. Guilt dripped from his lips, knowing he had made a horrible mistake, but he was unable to take back what he had done.

Y/N had not noticed the man who made no sound, who was looking at the calendar hanging on the wall near him. He wanted to destroy the space between them to hold her tightly in his arms but he couldn't take his eyes off the numbers framed by a red circle. His eyes widened and he felt his heart tighten. Names and times were written in curved letters under the various dates, had heard the names at least once in his life. Questions blazed in his eyes and suddenly he turned, unable to remain silent.

"Y/N/N?" breathed a voice.

She was no longer breathing. Her hands rested on her stomach in a protective gesture, fearing, but then she recognised the eyes settling on her, piercing like a sharp dagger through the dimness of the apartment.

The shadow moved swiftly across his face. Y/N couldn't believe her eyes, was sure she was dreaming, thought she had fallen asleep on the sofa, but then she felt the hot tears streaming in great rivers down her cheeks and was sure she wasn't asleep. Shocked, the tall man let his eyes wander over his fiancée's body, immediately seeing what not even the blanket resting on her shoulders could hide. All the hatred, pent-up anger and grief she had been storing up for the last few months disappeared, were carried away by the warm breeze, by his unmistakable smell.

"You've been gone for a long time," Y/N breathed, still unable to believe her eyes.

He witnessed the ring gracing her hand sparkling in the faint light like a lone star. The question laying on his tongue did not cross his lip, knew it did not need to escape, knew the answer.

"I can explain everything, my love. Please forgive me. I couldn't leave them, they needed me, the world needed me, but I know you need me too, I can see it clearly." he said in a broken voice.

Hatred and anger no longer rooted in her heart.

"You couldn't have known Stephen. I found out two weeks later, I felt very sick and made an appointment. No one knew where you were and I realised after a while that there was no point in searching for you. I tried to find you." Y/N answered weakly but loud enough to know Stephen could hear her loud and clearly.

Cautiously Stephen took one step at a time, leading the way. His arms wrapped gently around her body, pressed her tightly to his chest and smiled, forgetting the pain of his wounds as he felt a hand collide with his torso, appearing to reach for him.

"May I?" he whispered weakly in a quivering voice.

Tears blocked his vision but Y/N could not see them as they dared to cross the borders and travelled in narrow streams down his features.

"Of course, my love, you don't have to ask me, it's our child. A part of you. I've told her about you every day. You don’t have to fear, I told her only nice things about you.”, "Her?" he probed, wanting to be sure he had heard correctly.

Y/N nodded.

"A little girl, I haven't decided on a name yet, I was hoping we could choose a name together but I've already decorated the nursery. Peter helped me a lot, he more than less moved in and refused to leave me alone and I am glad he stayed. He brings me the groceries and I have even sent him at the stroke of midnight to get me some ice cream.” Y/N told.

Her eyes glistened.

“Would you like to see the nursery? I hope you like it and you don't need to worry, I didn't throw your things away, they are in a box. I'm sorry but I couldn't see them anymore but I kept the engagement ring and pictures." Y/N breathed.

Knowingly, Stephen nodded, understanding his soon to be wife completely. Tender words slipped. Gently, his hands stroked down her back, caressed her skin and he felt the cloak disappear from his shoulders and slowly fly to her and settle on Y/N's shoulders. Lovingly, his lips settled on hers and then he kissed the tears away before they could move further down her face kissed by the faint light of the waning moon.

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refiwrites · 2 years

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Weddings and Butterflies

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Fem! Avenger! Reader

Requested?: Yes.

Summary: After being invited to Christine's wedding, you also come across the person you haven't seen for the longest time.

WC: 2.6k

Warning/s: MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS SPOILERS! fluff, little bit of angst, anxiety mentions lmk if i missed anything

Note: after watching MoM I have fallen harder for this man I swear... feebacks, reblogs and likes are appreciated! let me know what you think!

GIF is not mine, credits to the owner!

The door opened with a clicking sound, filling the silence of the empty apartment as you walked in, phone to your ear as you shut the door with the use of your feet.

“....(Y/N), the wedding’s tomorrow, I was wondering if you’d make it- or you’d like to come, it would be nice seeing you again ever since..” Christine spoke through your phone.

You took off your shoes, placing them by the door as you placed your things on the counter.

“Oh, Christine, I’d love to come by, congratulations again, I can’t believe it.” You reply, walking over to the living room. You sat on the soft sofa, getting into a much more comfortable position.

It never felt like time had passed, you even wonder if the rest of the world even remembered some of you.

You stared at the window in front of you that showcased the buildings along with the night sky.

Five minutes. All it took was five minutes and after you were thrown back onto reality again, five years had passed. It took almost a toll on everybody, with all the family and friends they feared are long gone, suddenly popping out of nowhere from when they were stood as the blip happened.

You, luckily enough, were able to lay low for a while, build your life back up again, reconnected with some friends, yet you never thought of reconnecting with the other Avengers.

The dull ache was still there in your heart at the events that occurred. Every once in a while giving you a reminder when you’d wake up in cold sweat.

You blinked as you didn’t register what Christine had said seconds before, “Wait, come again?” You say.

“I said Stephen’s going to be there too. I.. I don’t know if its a right decision to invite him since... well, he agreed, that’s what matters right? And I think he could use a familiar face like yours.”

Stephen. Stephen Strange.

You’ve seen him, you’ve fought alongside him, yet you never once remembered talking to him. He was going to be there.

You knew of their relationship before, but after the blip it seemed like things have gotten worse for him, or so you thought.

“Oh? Stephen? If he accepted then I think it’s not that bad.” You comforted her.

Your mind instantly wandering to the thought of Stephen. Why were you getting anxious? You’re an Avenger just as he is.

“I think so, but hey, I gotta get going, there’s still too many to fix for tomorrow.” Christine said.

“A bride needs her rest, doesn’t she? I can’t wait to see you tomorrow, congrats again Christine.” You responded before bidding each other goodbye and hanging up.

You stared at your phone for a minute, your reflection from the screen staring right at you.

Tomorrow. Wedding. Stephen.

You sigh with closed eyes. How bad could it be?

You stood up and immediately went to your room, you felt like you needed rest much earlier than before.

Waking up, you realized it was already morning. You were afraid you were already late when you glanced at the time.

9:00 AM

You sigh in relief, the wedding wasn’t until an hour, so you had the right amount of time to prepare.

Standing up and opening your closet, you settled on picking out a cowl neck slit maxi dress, along with a heel ankle strapped sandals to go along with it.

You yawned, covering your mouth. You blinked a few times, staring at the outfit you had planned. It looks good.

Then it was time to take a shower.

After that, you wrapped yourself up with the towel, going over to the mirror to dry your hair.

You glanced at the time, a solid 20 minutes before the wedding starts, and it was just the right time to go from here to the church.

You got dressed, straightening out the dress that hugged your figure perfectly. Having no time to struggle with the sandals, with a flick of your wrist as your feet wore it, the straps moved themselves to lock it in place.

You look in the mirror again, mustering a smile you were ready to give later. “The hair...” You mutter.

You shrug, making another movement with your hands to make the desired hairstyle happen. “That’s more like it.”

You went over to your drawer to grab a purse that matched, as well as a gold bracelet to complete your look.

You found yourself staring one last time in the mirror before nodding to yourself. “All right, let’s do this.”

The car ride from the church was tense, because it was the first time you’d be around many people publicly, at a wedding. You didn’t mind, sure, but some of the people were found to be hating, complaining that their lives had been ruined because of you.

“We’re here, miss.” The driver said. You thanked him, paying the amount before getting off the car. There were people already piling up with smiles on their faces.

You tried to make yourself look subtle, walking forward to find yourself a seat. You felt a few gazes on your way as the chatter grew.

By being too busy making yourself look subtle, you were unaware of the figure also standing to look for somebody as you bumped onto them, making you stumble back a bit until they had grab a hold of your wrist. You were looking down at their hand when you realize it was someone in a rather fancy suit.

“I’m sorry I should’ve...” You began, your eyes making the mistake of travelling upwards to meet the man’s eyes.

Cold hard blue-grey ones pierced into yours, making your words suddenly halt. You realized who this was, and how unfortunate you were to bump into him this early.

With his black hair accompanied by grey streaks on the sides, styled perfectly, his suit made him even more appealing. You realized your thoughts, mentally smacking yourself.

“Y- I’m sor-“

“Didn’t expect to see you here.” He spoke, his voice thick as he looked at you, letting go of your wrist to let you stand upright. “Christine didn’t tell you?”

He shook his head, his other hand delicately holding the wedding invitation that he got. His heart almost felt destitute of what he was about to witness, he knew Christine was happy, who was he to destroy her life? He knew it in his mind that she deserved better, and attending this wedding may as well be the closure he needed.

But things took a turn as he unexpectedly bumped into you. Stephen could note that he saw you before. Fighting alongside him. And even coming close to saving his ass a few times that he noticed.

“No, no she didn’t.” Stephen spoke. Seeing you in this way rather than messed from a fight had a slight change in thought in his mind that he ignored, still looking at you.

You both ended up looking at each other for a few good seconds before he clears his throat, moving back and gesturing to the seat. He doesn’t usually do that but he finds himself speaking. “Here, take a seat. I think it’ll start soon anyway.”

“Oh, thank you... Stephen.” You say, saying his name felt weird, thinking you should’ve just left it at thanks.

For Stephen, however, his name roll off on your tongue for the first time loud and clear had the tips of his ears tinging pink. “Yeah, no worries. “

Why was he acting this way? Acting like he was having a love at first sight moment. But you looked different from the battlefield to just... normally. He hasn’t known a lot about you, but he knows you could fight good and he respects that.

Watching you sit, he takes the one beside you, fidgeting with the invitation as the chatter resumed behind you.

As you sat, Stephen did the same beside you, both your knees brushing for a brief moment, sending warmth to your cheeks. What on earth, you couldn’t possibly be feeling like this right now? Could you..? For heaven’s sake you weren’t even sure if you could call yourselves friends yet after saving the whole world.

Stephen decided to flush out the things he felt at the moment, deciding to talk with you before the wedding started as people started taking their seats.

You didn’t know why, but as the longer the both of you talked and teased made you instantly comfortable around him.

Even as the ceremony progressed, you and Stephen were silently chuckling and smiling at each other. You even somehow forget what you were nervous about when meeting him.

Though as some might say he was intimidating and a jerk, yes, he was intimidating, but the second one? You thought not so much of, he seemed nice, genuine.

After the ceremony however, came the reception.

Everyone started standing up, getting ready to head for the reception when you realized you haven’t got a ride. But then it seemed like your prayers were answered in a mere second.

“I’ve got my car back there, seeming as you’re not leaving yet, you want to go to the reception together?” Stephen asks, standing up.

You knew better than to pass it up, so you agreed.

Arriving at the place, some looks were given your way as you arrived with Stephen. Some were smiling and pointing, some were even shocked. And some of course wanted some pictures.

The two of you, knowing better, agreed to their requests.

“So are you two together?” One guest asked, an elderly man with glasses. Your eyes widened as Stephen cleared his throat.

“Oh, oh, no. We’re not..” You shyly say. Stephen slowly shakes his head.

“Aw that’s a shame, you two look great together, and now will you excuse me I’m going to grab myself more of the food here. Its great.” The man said, walking past the both of you.

You and Stephen stared at the man, before staring at each other, then bursting out of laughter.

As the ceremony at the reception progressed, you can’t help but feel emotional as both Christine and her husband took their first dance. You could genuinely see how happy Christine looked and you couldn’t be happier for her. You almost swore you were about to cry when they were looking at each other so dearly.

Grabbing a glass of champagne at the small bar, you took a sip before sighing.

Stephen, however, was busy talking with Christine as she approached him.

“Congratulations.” Stephen says, looking at her for a few seconds before averting his gaze away. “Thank you, Stephen.”

“I could tell you’re really happy.”

Christine sighs, nodding and smiling. “I am.” She tilted her head to ask him. “But are you? Are you happy?”

Stephen felt the sudden weight on his shoulders. Was he happy?

The thing is, he doesn’t know.

Stephen nods, preparing yet another lie. “Yeah, I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”

Christine seemed to take it well, but deep down she knows Stephen deserved someone that truly loved him the way she did. And she could see one person who’s just that. You.

“I’m glad you’re happy, Stephen. Whatever that’s going on with you right now, that’ll be over soon. I do hope you find someone, I truly do.” Christine says, but she could see you on the bar, having a drink.

“You’ll never know maybe that someone’s just around the corner.” Christine said.

Stephen wanted to shut his ears, to not listen, but who would that work out for? He’d only make things worse for himself. So he listened, taking her words in. He attended this wedding to find the closure he wanted and that’s what he did get, along with Christine being finally happy.

Stephen looks down, biting the inside of his cheek. “Yes, thank you, Christine.”

Christine laid a hand on his forearm in comfort.

“Christine! Congratulations!” Came your voice from behind them. Stephen perks his head up, turning around as Christine approached you, he saw the champagne in your hand and the bar behind, making a mental note to grab himself a drink as we walked, bidding the two of you to talk.

“Thank you, (Y/N). I’m really glad you can make it, along with Stephen.” She says.

You shake your head. “Of course, you’re almost like a sister to me. I’m really happy to see you up there.”

“Thank you, and speaking of happy, I noticed you and Stephen...” Christine trailed off, a mischievous smile gracing her lips. Your cheeks warmed as you laugh, trying to deny it. “No, no, not gonna happen, Christine.”

She shakes her head. “I saw you two earlier, you looked cute, and besides, you two would make a great pair one day.”

“That’s going to take a long time.” You joked. “Hey, if it means the two of you ending up together then why not? It seems to me you’re the only one person Stephen loved to talk to today, he’s interested in you. Trust me, I know him.”

Your cheeks were still warm as you were flustered. “Just see where it goes, who knows, you’re the one that I trust the most, if Stephen ends up with you then I couldn’t be happier.”

You wanted to believe it, but Stephen still looked broken-hearted. Maybe some other day. You just needed time. “Okay, whatever you say, Christine, congratulations again.” You say. She nods, before going over to the other guests that were calling out to her.

You took a deep breath in. Empty champagne glass in your hand.

Turning around and walking to the bar, you spot Stephen drinking a few glasses of Martini, already finishing one before grabbing another.

“Slow down there, or else I’m going to have to drive you home.” You said, standing beside him as he has his elbow propped onto the bar. “Be my guest.” He replies. You laugh, but then you place your glass down, looking at him take another sip.

“Hey, you okay?” You ask.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He replied.

You shrugged, there was the Strange you knew.

“I don’t know, you don’t look fine to me.”

Stephen shakes his head, he was about to grab another drink when he placed it down. “I’m sorry, there’s just a lot going on my mind.”

“Yeah, I understand, it’s getting a little overwhelming, really.” You say.

Stephen looks at you, before standing upright and grabbing another glass, handing it to you and grabbing another for himself. “Then let’s forget about it for a while.”

You grabbed the drink, swirling it for a moment before looking at him.

The both of you found yourselves talking again, telling all sorts of stories. And by now the both of you were laughing again.

“And he stood there for the whole hour trying to make a portal but then he just kept on making sparks.”

You laugh. “You gotta admit, he’s dedicated.”

Stephen nods. “He reminds me of myself back then.”

“You’ve come a long way Stephen.” You say, smiling genuinely.

“Suppose I have, enough about that. Now, tell me about yourself.” Stephen asked you.

As Christine’s eyes watched the pair of you as you talked and talked, he saw the familiar glint in Stephen’s eye, the look that he used to give when he was admiring something, or rather when he felt happy. A look that he used to give her. And as for you, she could tell Stephen had made his way to your heart.

Christine smiled. She was happy for him, she was happy for you. She could tell this was heading for somewhere better, and with her fingers crossed, she hoped it was true.

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crackedoutwalnut · 2 years

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Creature Comforts (Wandanat x Reader)

Summary: Natasha and Wanda start to notice their girlfriends' cat-like attributes.

A/n: This is probably one of the cutest things I've ever written in my opinion. I wrote this bc the fireworks prevented me from going to bed. So, if it has more mistakes than usual I am sorry, I was tired and a bit pissed off at my neighbors lol. Enjoy! :)

Word Count: 1.5k

You cracked your eyes open as the hazy afternoon sun filtered through the window in sheets. You watched sleepily from your place on the bed as dust moats danced in the light. A sharp yawn fell from your lips as you sat up and stretched out your entire body. Your usual midday nap had left you feeling groggy and out of sorts. Not one of your best sleeps by far. For one, where were your girlfriends? You had been away from them for - you glanced over at the clock on your bedside table- an hour and a half. That just wouldn't do. You slowly got to your feet and made your way out of your shared bedroom and into the hallway. You heard your girlfriends chattering in the living room.

"Clint said Kate was coming along well as his new partner. They work well together in the field," Natasha explained. She lounged in the leather recliner adjacent to the couch; her copper hair was braided, and she wore a pair of sweatpants and a tank top.

Wanda, who was sitting on said couch, her legs propped against the coffee table. You eyed the open spot next to her. It looked like the perfect place to get in a second nap.

"Are you sure she isn't too young?" Wanda replied brows furrowed slightly.

Natasha scoffed, "Oh please, these days, they might as well hire kindergarteners to be Avengers. I mean, Parker was 14 when he first went on a mission."

"I suppose so... but-" Wanda paused and looked over to where you were shuffling into the room. She smiled, "Y/n, how was your nap?"

You shuffled over to the couch and collapsed onto the cushion next to her. With your legs hanging over the couch's armrest, you buried your face in her lap and grumbled, "Incomplete."

You heard your girlfriends chuckle as Wanda's hand rested atop your head. Choosing to ignore the sound, you let out a long satisfied huff into the material of your partner's flannel pajama pants. They smelled of vanilla and lavender detergent. The scent was cozy and familiar, just the thing missing from your afternoon nap.

"Incomplete? Honey, it was nearly two hours long," Wanda pointed out, her voice dripping with endearment.

"I swear, when we agreed to live with each other, I never agreed on getting a cat along with an apartment," Natasha teased.

You grumbled and blindly flipped her the bird. At the sound of more laughter, you shifted so that your back was to Natasha, and your face was hidden in Wanda's shirt. "M not a cat," you muttered, "It's just comfier here."

"I'm flattered that you find me comfier than our mattress." You felt the witch's nails scratch along your scalp, trailing down to the nape of your neck. You hummed in agreement. As the patterns traced along your head slowed, so did your mind. You vaguely registered your partners' voices overhead as they talked in hushed voices.

"What did he say in response?" Wanda murmured.

You heard Natasha shift in her chair before the sound of footsteps crept closer. Before you knew it, your legs were gently lifted up and into the assassin's lap.

"He said that he would rather be impaled by an iron spike. The fact that he got killed with a nail gun was just karma, in my opinion," Nat said, her raspy voice whisper-soft despite the disturbing anecdote. It still warmed your heart all the same.

Wanda's hands slowed to a stop, causing you to let out a groggy rumble of protest. A soft kiss was pressed right above your ear as the massage started again, "Sorry, detka," she amended, "I really think you have too much fun on missions, Natty."

"Oh please, I only had fun on that one because he had it coming. You don't run a trafficking ring and expect to die peacefully in your sleep."

"Good point."

You tuned out the rest of the conversation, no longer caring about anything other than the solid warmth of your lovers.

A few weeks later, you were having a movie night with Natasha. Wanda was away on a mission, which left you and the assassin home alone. Although there was a perfectly comfortable couch for you to lay on, you chose to lay on the recliner. While Natasha was still in it. The woman's protests were empty and half-hearted at best as you settled onto her lap. The back of your head rested against Nat's shoulder while your body rested between her legs.

The two of you traded the occasional kiss as the soothing sound of explosions resonated from Top Gun on screen. It was nice, some might say perfect. Then that monster had to go and ruin it completely. Your hands were resting atop Natasha's as hers wrapped around your waist. She was holding you as close to her as she could get.

You let out a content sigh and lifted her hand to rest a kiss against the back of it. She kissed the side of your head in response. Then, the moment shattered. Your girlfriend lifted her hands off your waist and laid them on the armrests. She shifted slightly in her seat so that her front was no longer completely pressed against you. You were ripped from your comfort completely. The moment was ruined, and you were no longer comfortable. You hopped to your feet with an annoyed groan and threw yourself onto the couch. On the cold empty couch, life really was cruel.

Natasha glanced over at you, confusion evident on her face. "Darling, are you alright?"

You frowned, "You moved."

She furrowed her brows and gave you a baffled look, "What?"

"I was super comfortable with your arms around me and your body resting against mine, and you moved," you complained.

Natasha's befuddled expression slowly grew into a smirk, "You dragged yourself off my lap and half-collapsed onto the couch because I slightly shifted my body?" You huffed but did not respond. "You are such a cat, holy shit," she grinned, her eyes glistening with amusement.

"Shut up, I was comfortable, and you ruined it with your squirming. Also, I am not a cat," your face was stained with a deep rouge from the tips of your ears to the base of your neck. You might have overreacted a tad; however, that didn't mean you had feline attributes. You just liked being comfy.

"I don't know, kitty," Nat purred with a satisfied grin, "there is a lot of evidence that suggests otherwise."

You groaned and buried your face in a throw pillow, "Don't call me that."

Natasha stood and made her way over to you. She scooped you up into her arms and shifted so that she was sitting on the couch and you were on her lap. Again. "Aww, I'm sorry. Would you prefer kitten?" She kissed your cheek, "Or maybe, kotenok?" Her voice was saccharine and smug as you thrashed half-heartedly in her arms.

"This sucks."

"Then get up and leave, kitten."

You did no such thing.

The nail in the coffin came on a Sunday afternoon. The sun shone through the windows, casting warm squares of light onto the living room carpet. You had taken note of the warmth those patches had compared to the rest of the room and decided to move. With a firm shove, you pushed the coffee table out of the way and rested your body in the wide sunspot. With your eyes half shut, you soaked it in and watched TV. You found yourself unable to move as your limbs became leaden. You could have sworn your carpet was never this comfortable before today.

Regardless you slipped into a light snooze... Until Natasha and Wanda returned from the grocery store and ruined the blissful atmosphere completely.

"Y/n, we're back! We sushi for lunch if you want to come and get it," Wanda hollered from the kitchen. There was a rustle of bags as the women set about putting the goods away.

"I'll be there in a minute," you replied.

"You better hurry; I don't think Nat's gonna wait for you to have your share."

"Can you bring it to me?"

"You are five steps from the kitchen," Wanda replied in exasperation.

"And you're five steps from the living room," You countered.

"You're impossible." A smile spread across your face as you heard two sets of footsteps make their way into the living room.

"Y/n, why are you lying on the floor, barely a foot from our couch and lounge chair?" Wanda asked.

Natasha clucked her tongue, "It's because, Wands, our lover is more cat than human. Isn't that right, kotenok?"

You cracked your eyes open and glared up at the assassin, "The sun felt the best right here," you replied as if that would clear everything up.

Wanda nodded slowly, "Right... because the sun's position is how you decide where you are gonna lay?"

"Yup."

"But... the recliner is also in the sun."

"It's not the same."

"Of course."

Natasha snickered and tapped your side with her foot, "Well, if you want to sit up and join us, we got sushi. I know how much cats love fish."

You hoisted yourself up to lean against your elbows, "Fuck off, Nat."

"Aww, I love you too, babe," Natasha leaned over to fake-whisper in Wanda's ear, "That's how cats show affection." The witch giggled as you grabbed the sushi and turned to face away from them. You ate like that for the remainder of lunch.

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classickook · 2 years

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happiness looks good on you | stephen strange

pairing: stephen strange x widow!reader

summary: you and stephen attend christine’s wedding together (based off this request by anon).

warnings: established relationship, fluff, minor spoilers for multiverse of madness

word count: 2.3k

a/n: still getting used to writing for stephen so go easy on me lol

ever since the snap wreaked havoc on your universe, you had stayed behind at the compound while the others went their separate ways, each coping with their grief as they saw fit. just you and natasha were left behind, never giving up hope that a solution would arise so that those who were once lost could finally return to you.

stephen strange, in particular, became somewhat of a priority to you, not only because you had been harboring a small crush on him in the past, you had convinced yourself at the time, but because he had become a sort of friend to you after working together on a few missions.

five long years of fruitless planning and dread led into something more as the remaining team of avengers, you included, finalized a revolutionary idea that would no doubt bring the lost ones back to you.

once everyone had returned, safe and sound, as if the past five years had been put on hold, you decided that you wouldn’t risk another moment of your true feelings toward the sorcerer going unannounced, and the two of you had been inseparable ever since.

still residing at the compound with natasha, and most recently yelena, who had miraculously found her way back to her lost sisters, you were currently accompanied by the two in your bedroom as they assisted you in preparing for the wedding this afternoon. not yours, of course, but that of christine palmer.

your thoughts were interrupted by a lump of fabric being shoved in your direction as yelena urged you to try on her choice of which dress you should wear.

“i think this one would look best,” she insisted, her russian accent thick and so unlike the american one that had coated her tongue when you were younger. “this color suits your complexion. the one you are wearing now washes you out.” you look down at your current dress and frown.

natasha voiced her agreement from her position on the bed.

you rolled your eyes. “fine,” you huffed, “though i didn’t invite you two to help me just for you to criticize me.”

your sisters chuckled to one another as you slipped into the dress, the silk material sliding across your skin and fitting you perfectly. upon viewing your appearance in the mirror, you had to agree that maybe yelena had a point, although the reflection staring back at you seemed unfamiliar. after all, you had been used to strictly wearing the characteristic black uniform of the widows practically your entire life, knowing nothing different. you kind of enjoyed this, getting dressed up in pretty dresses and heels and actually wearing jewelry for a change—would you choose silver, like natasha? or maybe gold, like yelena?

“see?” yelena sidled up next to you, a proud smirk taking over her features.

“yeah, yeah. you were right, whatever.”

natasha rose from the bed to stand behind you, resting her hands on your shoulders and brushing your hair out of your face to gaze at the three of you standing together in the mirror. a soft smile pulled at her lips. “you look beautiful, sestra.”

“yes,” yelena said. “maybe one day we will help you get ready for your own wedding.”

your own wedding. you hadn’t really thought about it, hadn’t even allowed yourself the luxury to think about it, what with your time spent in the red room and then having to save the world over the past several years taking up most of your time. but maybe marriage would be something you could finally have, now that you were free from your past and happy with stephen. “maybe,” you said wistfully.

the moment was interrupted as the telltale golden sparks of a portal materialized in front of you, announcing the presence of none other than your sorcerer boyfriend.

“knock, knock,” a familiar voice echoed from within.

“go, have fun with your lover boy,” natasha teased.

you bid your sisters farewell as you stepped through the portal to find yourself in the cozy space of stephen’s bedroom at the sanctum. you had visited a multitude of times, having familiarized yourself with the magical books lining the library’s shelves and the curious items littered throughout the establishment, hiding in dark corners and behind hollow walls. you had even become well-acquainted with wong and had developed a sort of friendship with the sorcerer during those lonely five years of the snap. somehow, you had managed to annoy him trick him into teaching you a few things about magic, just a few simple spells here and there, and it helped fill the loneliness of stephen’s absence for a while. but you were overjoyed to be together with him now, having him be the one to show you around and share his knowledge of the mystic arts with you.

“well, don’t you look dashing,” you said as you approached your boyfriend, his broad back turned to you as he adjusted his tie in the mirror.

he met your eyes in the reflection and promptly dropped his hands to his sides. “if anyone should be receiving a compliment, it should be you,” he said as he drew closer, drinking in the sight of you from head to toe. “god, you’re breathtaking, honey. let me see.” he reached for your hand and urged you to turn for him like it was your own personal fashion show. you felt silly but did as he asked, giggling nervously as you went.

you returned to your original position, facing him fully now, and the look on his face made your toes curl. “you know what, let’s not go. they won’t even notice our absence.”

you laughed at how serious he sounded. “stephen, don’t be ridiculous. christine is expecting us to be there, and it’s the least we can do. won’t it be nice to see everyone again?”

“not when i could be here alone with you instead.”

heat licked up your skin at what he was insinuating. “stop that,” you admonished lightly, pressing your hands to your warm cheeks.

his smug laugh reached your ears and you swatted at him. “let’s just go, magic man.”

you followed after stephen as he led you to your assigned pew, pulling you in close, thigh to thigh, and holding your hand in his lap.

the man on the other side of him, doctor west, who you had briefly heard stories about and learned that stephen wasn’t a big fan of his, started up conversation about the unfortunate death of his cats upon returning from the snap. stephen grimaced as the unwanted information was forced upon him and as the man continued to fill him in on everything he had missed out on, you stifled a laugh and gently nudged stephen’s arm, urging him to play nice. he peered over at you briefly and winked before returning his attention to doctor west’s tragic story, playing with your fingers distractedly as the man spoke.

the topic of discussion quickly bled into doctor west recounting stephen’s numerous achievements, being a world famous neurosurgeon - turned heroic sorcerer, winning at everything in life, “but you still didn’t get the girl,” you heard him say, not so subtly hinting at stephen’s failed relationship with christine. your stomach dropped as the conversation took an unexpected turn. while you and stephen had been together over the past year and a half since the snap was reversed, you knew of his past history with christine palmer, and however foolish it seemed, you were nervous for him to see her again. the two of you were happy together, of course, but sometimes you feared that you had been somewhat of a replacement for his former coworker and that, upon seeing her again today, he might realize that he didn’t actually like you all that much after all. you cursed the thought, knowing you were being unnecessarily insecure and entirely foolish, but you couldn’t shake the feeling.

stephen tightened his grip on your hand and your eyes jumped to meet his blue ones, open and honest and swimming with unshakable admiration. he brought your hand to his lips and kissed it gently. “you’re mistaken, doctor west,” he said, though he was still looking at you. “i did get the girl.”

your heart stuttered at his admission. you knew he loved you, obviously, but hearing him say this aloud, his love for you unmistakable in the way that he was looking at you now, erased all of your previous doubts.

stephen ignored the other man from that moment on, his attempt at politeness long gone now that he had taken a stab at offending you, whether it was on purpose or not. stephen turned his body toward you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as if the two of you were in your own little world, protective and secure, and maybe it was also his way of announcing to the room that you were his. you felt giddy at the thought.

he kissed your temple. “don’t listen to a word he said,” stephen insisted, the deep baritone of his voice like music against the shell of your ear. “you’re my girl,” you looked up at him then, “and nothing is ever going to change that.”

“i love you,” you said suddenly.

he grinned, eyes lighting up and crinkling at the corners. “honey, you have no idea how much i love you.”

the ceremony was beautiful and elegant and everything you would hope to have one day. christine was radiating pure joy at this new milestone in her life that she was practically glowing.

everyone made their way to the reception area to socialize, and upon entering with stephen by your side, hand in hand, christine immediately welcomed you and thanked you both for coming.

congratulations and polite small talk were exchanged, but you knew the two needed some time to catch up on things. “i’m going to grab us some drinks,” you said kindly. you patted stephen’s chest as you walked by and he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before watching you make your way across the room.

“i’m glad that you’re happy,” stephen said and he truly meant it. he and christine had been through a lot together, sure, but it was never going to work out between them, not like that. but knowing what he knew now, and how the relationship with christine led him to you and encouraged him to be better and learn from his mistakes, well, that was certainly worth it.

“i am. i really, really am,” she said, beaming.

“good.”

“are you?”

his gaze was pulled to you from across the room as you milled about, mingling and laughing with other partygoers as you ordered drinks from the open bar, your aura confident and carefree in a way that drew him in, and even if he weren’t already madly in love with you, if he had been a complete stranger having only seen you for the first time here today, he knew he still wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off you.

“i am,” he said, and there wasn’t an ounce of doubt in his tone.

“i’m glad,” christine said as she watched him watching you. “happiness looks good on you, stephen.”

stephen’s eyes were glued to you the entire time, waiting not so patiently for you to return to his side. he already missed having you near him. ever since he returned from the snap, he kept you close to him—physically and emotionally. it was definitely a challenge for him at first, what with not being very approachable or allowing people in for most of his adult life, but he knew he wanted to change that old mindset of his—for you. and you had been with him ever since.

“when are you going to ask her?”

stephen jolted slightly at christine’s sudden question, having forgotten she was standing beside him.

“ask who what?”

she nodded toward you from your place across the room, now with drinks in both hands as you moved gracefully yet swiftly in your heels, not a single drop spilling even as you were jostled from either side as distracted partygoers intercepted your path.

“oh,” he replied dumbly. stephen patted his jacket pocket self-consciously. “well, actually i have a—”

you approached the two now, your sudden appearance causing stephen to forgo completing the rest of his sentence. you offered one of the drinks to him and he pulled you in close, resting his free hand on the small of your back and releasing a comfortable sigh at having you in his arms again.

christine eyed you and stephen with a mischievous glint in her green eyes. “well, i better get going,” she said knowingly. “there are some other guests i should probably say hello to. thank you again for coming, i’m so glad you could make it.” and off she went to the next cluster of people, carrying on with the introductions and congratulations like clockwork.

“so what did you two talk about?” you asked stephen.

he took a sip of his drink and you watched his throat bob as he swallowed. “you.”

you choked. “what about me?”

…

“stephen, what about me?”

…

you leaned back enough so you could catch his eye. “stephen.”

he chuckled warmly and slid his arm further around your waist to bring you closer to him, the sound filling up your lungs and sliding through your veins. it was like his very being consumed every part of you. “nothing, honey.”

you hummed, not quite convinced. “somehow i don’t believe you.”

“somehow you’re just going to have to trust me, then,” he replied.

you eyed him suspiciously. “what aren’t you telling me, doctor strange?”

“i’ll tell you later,” he said, smirking at the use of his professional title. “for now, what do you say we ditch this place and head on home? we’ve stayed long enough.”

you rolled your eyes but agreed anyway, finally growing tired of the way your heels kept pinching your toes and making your every step a living hell. stephen pulled you off to an abandoned corner to create a portal that was far enough away from prying eyes.

“lead the way, magic man,” you said, entwining your hand with his as you stepped through the portal.

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3:1 Ratio | S. Strange

pairing: dr. strange x female reader

wc; 3K

warnings; sexual innuendo, maybe swearing? fast paced and stephen being cocky

synopsis; the three times dr strange saved you and the one time you saved him

a/n: had too much fun writing this lmao

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— ONE

It was a well-known fact that New York was a hot spot for superheroes and supervillains. In fact, it was a common occurrence to wake up to your car smashed to pieces and explain to insurance, “No, this isn’t my fault! It was the purple alien dude.”

Honestly, some people moved to New York just because they liked the thrill of almost dying — or the chance to hook up with one of the heroes.

You didn’t care for either. Rather, you liked the aesthetic of budding coffee shops, high fashion, and maybe the occasional hero.

Now, that certainly didn’t prompt this.

When you ordered your coffee this morning, you had intended on drinking it. The world, it seemed, had other plans. Mere seconds after you were handed your drink, someone came flying through the glass, and your drink was not spared. Whoever it was managed to crash right into you, but with a quick flick of their hand, keeping you both upright. That is after the coffee spilled.

“I’m so sorry about that miss,” He apologized, and you just shake your head.

“It’s fine,” You assure, finally looking up. To your surprise, you find that Dr. Strange is a rather good-looking man. In fact, you never noticed his striking blue eyes or the curve of his nose. And now that you realize you notice these things, maybe you’re standing a little too close together.

The sorcerer claps his hands, and the coffee disappears from both of your clothes. He opens his mouth to say something more when whatever is chasing him starts shooting. He immediately grabs you and hides you behind him, using the cape as a shield.

You watch in slow motion as Dr. Strange spreads his hands and orange sparks fly from between them.

“Like what you see?” He asked.

You’re quick to quip back. “Liked you better when there wasn’t a space alien shooting at us.”

“Once-in-a-lifetime experience.”

“Yeah, I wonder why.”

Dr. Strange chuckles before lassoing the alien in a few quick motions and stepping away from you. He opens a portal, pushing the creature through before flying away to take care of the rest. Now, maybe you imagined it, but you could’ve sworn he looked back at you for a second. Not that it mattered, he was probably just surveying the scene of the coffee shop.

Your favorite coffee shop which was now going to be closed for quite a while, given the damage. You huff, so much for superheroes.

— TWO

“Come on!” You shouted to no one in particular. You pressed on your horn again, trying to see around the car in front of you. There seemed to be no end to the traffic. You couldn’t think of a reason for traffic at this time either. It was way past rush hour and a Tuesday night. Where could all these people be going?

You frown, about to get out of your car, when something slams into you from behind. You jolt forward, feeling your head smack against the steering wheel.

You groan, holding it in your hands, about to turn around and confront the reckless driver when you see it.

An octopus crossed with an eyeball, grabbing people's cars and throwing them off the bridge. You panic, grabbing the handle of the door and pushing hard. Fortunately, it gives way, and you get out and run. Of course, you’re not the only one with this idea, and you quickly run into the problem of many car doors opening and many people moving. You can hear the thing getting closer, and you’re pretty sure the car next to you is next. Your heart slams into your chest as you spin around, looking for an escape. Option one was you could jump off the bridge, and while that would warrant an escape, it would not ensure your survival and that was kind of the goal. Option two was to run back where you came from and hope you don’t look too much like octopus food today. You don’t have time to make that decision though.

In an instant, one of its tentacles comes sweeping across your feet, and you scream, running back towards your car. It seems you peaked the creature's interest though, as it grabs you by your leg and lifts you into the air.

You scream and thrash in its grip, hitting its slimy arms and trying not to gag at the giant eye.

“Please,” You whimper as it pulls you closer.

Death by giant eyeball was not your plan.

You screw your eyes shut when its blinking eye is right in front of your face. Almost like it’s sizing you up for dinner.

Then, there’s the sickening sound of something being cut, and you’re free-falling back down towards the bridge. Almost as fast, something grabs you and lurches you back into the air.

You’re suspended above the bridge, a red cape wrapped around your shoulders and slowly lowering you towards the ground.

“Oh my god,” You gasp when your feet touch the ground.

And then you’re doubled over, emptying your stomach, when a hand grabs your hair to hold it back.

“Is it a mere coincidence that I’m saving your ass again?” A cocky voice asks.

Once you finish puking, you turn to face the sorcerer, frowning. “I just puked my guts out, and that’s what you open with?”

Honestly, you weren’t that annoyed, in fact, maybe your heart was racing for a different reason. There was no doubt you now find Dr. Strange to be a little bit more attractive than you remembered, but pile on that he remembers you from the coffee shop?

Oh yeah, the bar is low.

“Did you want me to comment on the color of your stomach contents?”

You sigh. “No.”

“Maybe a thank you is better,” He suggested with a grin.

You cross your arms over your chest defensively. “You are one cocky son of a bitch.”

Strange makes an “o” shape with his mouth, stepping back. “Got it. Next time I’ll let you get eaten by Mr. eyeball.”

“Don’t even think about it!” You shout as he goes to finish what he probably started.

“We’ve barely met, sweetheart,” He replies with a wink. “You’re acting like we’re best friends, and it’s my job to save you.”

You can’t admit the little ache you felt with that sentence, but you bounce back just as fast. “Oh, I didn’t know you thought so highly of me.”

Strange clicks his tongue; “If I have to save your cute little ass again, I’m supergluing you to my chair.”

“Did you just call my ass cute?” You shout, not offended in the slightest.

“You’re distracting me. Bye!” He calls out, and then he’s gone.

You laugh to yourself, still standing on the bridge. “I do have a cute ass.”

— THREE

You hadn’t seen Dr. Strange since. Not that it bothered you or anything. He was a superhero, and you were merely… you.

But maybe every now and then, you imagined him rescuing you again and asking for your name since you knew his. That was a foolish thought, though. It wasn’t like you had a silly little crush on the sorcerer. Besides, even if you did, Strange was out saving millions of people every day. You doubted he’d even remember you now. You doubted you were on his mind as much as he was yours. The first time he recalled you was probably just luck. And it had been weeks since, so he’s seen plenty of other people and probably cuter asses.

You let out a sigh, digging through your bag and grabbing the key to your apartment. You knew better than to expect anything from the hero. You’d heard enough from Christine about him before. He was arrogant, as much as surgeons were. Yet, somehow, she still spoke of him fondly. She held nothing against him and said, “I hope he’s happy.”

You admired her for that, even after the harsh words he said to her after the accident. You weren’t around then yet, having moved to New York after the blip.

You open the glass door to your apartment complex’s lobby, absentmindedly looking around. The door shuts behind you with a soft click, and you continue towards the elevators. Your finger hovers over the button before the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You whip your head toward the glass doors and watch as some creature thing falls from the sky and lands right in front of the complex.

Almost immediately, the screaming starts, and you frantically start jamming the elevator button, just in case that thing wakes up.

It, of course, does and begins screeching. As soon as it does, ropes of orange shoot out and grab its arms. The creature cries out, its gangly limbs flying around, and within seconds, an individual with a red cape is at your feet.

You scream, jumping back and almost tripping over your own feet. Strange stands up, brushing off his coat, and with a tilt of his head, sends two spells the creature's way. Its tentacles fly out, and you gasp when the spell cuts right through them. Squelching sounds fill the room as they land on the tile floor, still withering. Now, you’d seen a lot of gross things in your life (thanks to your job), but this still somehow ranked in the top ten. The creature screams out, and Strange rolls his eyes as more tentacles start flying towards you.

You duck out of instinct, only to find that Strange had cut that arm off too.

He merely scoffs, sparring one look at you. “Oh, come on now, you couldn’t possibly think I was gonna let this thing take you out, did you?”

“Like you said it’s not like I’m your best friend or anything.”

Strange shrugs. “And yet, I’m on this streak of saving your ass. Wouldn’t wanna ruin what I’m best at.”

You open your mouth to give your own witty reply when the creature surges forward. “Strange, look out!”

You’re a second too late, and the arms grab him and discard him like a child would a toy once bored. Strange’s body collides with yours, and you both go rolling across the white tile, the cape trying to cushion your fall. Strange lands on top of you with a huff, and you just stare back, wide-eyed in disbelief.

“You know, there’s typically an exchange of formalities before this point, but I don’t mind,” He winks.

“You can’t be serious,” You reply, trying to roll out from under him.

“But I am. Listen, if you’re gonna be under me, you might as well tell me your name, so I know what to—,”

“(Y/N),” You cut him off, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. “It’s (Y/N) (L/N).”

You blink, and Strange lifts off of you with a smirk and offers his hand. “(Y/N), how lovely to meet you.”

You step back as soon as another tentacle comes flying between the two of you.

“If you’re done trying to get into my pants, you could kill this thing!” You shout, jumping back again.

Strange frowns. “And here I was thinking the fun was just beginning.”

You don’t have a reply because Strange has the creature in a hold, and suddenly it vanishes into nothing. Well, if nothing was a pile of black steaming goo.

“You couldn’t have done that sooner?”

The sorcerer shrugs. “I wouldn’t have gotten your name if I had.”

“You did all this for my name?” You asked in disbelief.

You don’t get the courtesy of an answer as Strange walks through one of his portals with a shit-eating grin. “See you around, (Y/N).”

“Stephen—!” You scream, met with sparks and a very damaged front lobby.

You stomp your foot on the ground out of frustration. First the coffee shop and now your home? You just hope next isn’t your heart.

Although, you’re not sure if you’d be mad if that was the case…

— ONE

“Oh, it’s bad,” Christine said with a giggle.

You swatted her away with a frown. “It’s so not!”

“It so is,” She replied. “You have a crush on my ex, Dr. Strange!” She howls with laughter, and you’re thankful she’s not mad yet, not amused with the teasing.

“Tell the whole hospital, would you?” You whisper shout, glancing around to see if anyone heard.

“And he’s soooooo into you,” Christine said, nudging your shoulder.

You feel your face heat up. “You think so?”

“(Y/N), I dated that man. I know.”

“And it’s not weird?”

She shakes her head with a smile, flashing you with her ring. “Not a problem at all. Two hotheads, perfect for each other. Should I also add arrogant surgeons to the list?"

You roll your eyes at her. “I’m not arrogant—”

“Just confident,” Christine finished for you. “I know. Probably why he likes you so much.”

“Really?”

“I mean that or he wants a piece of that hot, sexy body or that cute little—”

“Okay,” You said with a clap. “I’ll see you on break.”

“If you’re not screwing him in a supply closet, that is!” Christine calls out, disappearing down the hall.

“Christine!”

You could hear her laugh as she rounded the corner. You shake your head, not denying that wouldn’t be the worst scenario. You return to your post in the ER, consulting all the patients. Everything appeared to be under control, no need for emergency surgery. You smile at the charge nurse, double-checking that she doesn’t have anything incoming before saying you’re gonna see if they need help in general. She nods, promising to page you if someone comes in. You’re just about to leave, hand on the door, when there’s a crash and people start shouting.

“Dr. (L/N)!”

You rush over, dropping to your knees next to the patient. Madi, the charge nurse, begins shouting orders demanding a stretcher from Dr. Belfar and any other free people.

You place two fingers on the patient's pulse point, before shouting, “Code blue! I need a code team, now!”

The patient had landed on their back, and you flip them over to begin CPR when a gasp leaves your lips. It was Strange.

“Dr. (L/N)?” Dr. Belfar asked.

You shake your head. “Nothing. Just not every day you see a hero in the ER.”

With one hand laced over the other, you straighten your arms and start CPR. You try not to panic, recalling that Strange was a sorcerer and there was no possible way he was going to die. You get to thirty right as the code team arrives, letting them take over.

“External bleeding, possible fibula fracture. We need an ultrasound to check for internal bleeding in the abdomen and an x-ray. Does anyone know what happened?”

Belfar shakes his head. “No, he just walked in and collapsed.”

“Clear!” One of the members of the code team shouts. You watch, in anticipation, as they deliver the shock and wait a few seconds.

There’s a beep, and you exhale in relief. “Sinus rhythm returned. I want those tests now!”

You help get Strange on a stretcher and wheel him into one of the trauma bays as a nurse grabs the ultrasound and another goes to get the emergency x-ray equipment. The nurse cuts through Strange’s clothes, squirting gel on his abdomen before handing you the ultrasound. His stomach is rock hard, and you can see the blood pooling in on the screen. Meanwhile, the nurse got an x-ray of his leg, confirming the fracture. “He has a perforated bowel! Move him up to surgery now and call ortho for his leg. They’ll have to wait.”

The nurse nods, punching a number into the phone to get you an OR.

“Belfar, with me! Let’s move.”

The next few minutes blur together as you rush upstairs and grab your surgical team before tagging in and getting ready. Strange lays on the table. His face is cut off, so you can only see what needs to be operated on. You nod to your team, taking your place next to the table.

“Scalpel,” You said, feeling the cool metal in your gloved hand. You take a deep breath to remind yourself this was like any other case you’d seen in the past. Never mind that this was Dr. Strange, protector of Earth’s reality. And never mind the fact that you had a huge crush on him. What mattered now was pulling him through this surgery.

You, of course, have performed this one many times in New York, so you were confident in your abilities for Strange to make a full recovery, but things could always go wrong, and that fact seemed to bug you much more now.

“I must say I wouldn’t have thought it would turn out this way,” a voice said. You scream, backing away only to find you didn’t move. But that wasn’t the weird part. No, the weird part was that you could see yourself.

You could see the thin line of blood that escaped as you cut into Strange’s abdomen and the steady movement of your hands.

“What the hell is this?” You whisper, turning to face the ghostly-looking Dr. Strange in the corner.

“Astral projections,” He said simply. “I figured it was best to not scare you while you save my life.”

“It was about time I repay you the favor.”

“Indeed, Dr. (L/N),” He smirks at you, flying forward. “So since we have some time to kill, I was wondering what else do I not know about you?”

You hum. “Well, you know where I live, my name, my job. What do you want to know?”

“The chances of me taking you on a date when I wake up.”

There’s a part of you that wants to say zero percent, just for the fun of it, but you don’t. There’s only one answer you can think of as you eye the sorcerer. “One hundred percent.”

Stephen raises his brows. “Did I make that lasting of an impression on the lady?”

You snort. “Oh, please. I just want your constant protection 24/7.”

“Ah,” Stephen tuts. “Good thing I’m a packaged deal.”

“Do the magic powers come with it?”

Stephen chuckles, “No, but you do get one free kiss coupon when I wake up. Consider it my thank you for saving my life.”

You smile, “Deal.”

— THE END —

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