#Dr Strange x Multiverse

[gfmaximoff]

America: ARE YOU-

Wong: Fucking.

America: KIDDING ME YOU-

Wong: Fucking.

America: IDIOT?!?

Wanda: …What is going on?

Wong: Stephen banned America from swearing so I’m helping her out.

[infamous-light]

Only Mine

Dark! Wanda Maximoff x Gender Neutral Reader

AO3: Only Mine

Summary: Driven by desperation, you rush to escape, fully aware that if Wanda catches you, there will be no way out.

Word Count: 1K

Warnings: Possessive/obsessive behavior, yandere, non-con kissing, magical restraints

The forest was silent – too silent, as if even the wildlife had sensed her presence and fled.

You stumbled through the tangled undergrowth, your breath coming in ragged gasps, every snapped twig underfoot echoing like a gunshot in the oppressive stillness. The moon hung low in the sky, its pale glow shrouded by swirling crimson clouds that twisted unnaturally, as though the night itself bent to her will.

Your heart thundered in your chest, the sound nearly drowning out everything else as you cast a frantic glance over your shoulder. You saw nothing, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t there. The Scarlet Witch had a way of blending into the shadows when it suited her. It wasn’t just her powers that made her terrifying – it was the unwavering intensity in her gaze, the fiery obsession that burned in her eyes every time they met yours.

“Run all you like, darling,” Wanda’s voice drifted through the air, soft and lilting. It seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. “You can’t escape me. You belong to me.”

A branch snagged your sleeve, and you ripped free, panting as you pushed deeper into the trees. Just when you dared to believe you had gained some distance, a faint glimmer of crimson light would catch your eye – a cruel reminder that she was toying with you, giving you the illusion of hope.

You pushed your legs to move faster, each step sending a sharp pain lancing through your calves. Your muscles burned with protest, but you refused to give in. You couldn’t stop – not now. You had to keep going. You had to –

A sudden force seized your ankles, wrenching you off balance and slamming you face-first into the ground. The impact drove the air from your lungs, leaving you gasping as a broken cry escaped your lips. Dirt and leaves clung to your palms as you scrambled to push yourself upright, but her magic's hold only grew stronger, its sinister glow pulsing brighter with each passing second. Panic surged through you as you thrashed wildly, yet the crimson tendrils slithered higher, coiling around your legs like a serpent trapping its prey.

It pulled you back, tearing you away from your desperate dash for freedom.

“No!” You screamed, clawing at the ground, your fingernails digging into roots and soil in a futile attempt to hold on, but everything slipped from your grasp.

The tendrils gave a final, brutal tug, dragging you mercilessly toward her.

At last, Wanda emerged from the shadows, her crimson eyes blazing like twin embers in the darkness. Her stare seemed to cut right through you, pinning you in place. The weight of it sent a sinking chill through your stomach.

“Don’t make this harder on yourself,” Wanda purred, her voice smooth as it wrapped around you like a vice. “We both know how this ends.”

The tendrils lifted you off the ground, and you struggled against them, twisting and turning, but her magic held fast, keeping your wrists and ankles bound tightly. Wanda tilted her head slightly, watching you with a predatory smile. She moved towards you slowly, each step calculated, her eyes never leaving yours.

“I only wanted to protect you,” Wanda continued, stopping just in front of you. She raised her right hand, letting her fingers graze your cheek in a mockery of tenderness while her magic kept you suspended, helpless in the air. “But you had to defy me. You had to run,” her voice hardened, the warmth in her tone replaced by something colder, more dangerous. “And now, I’ll have to remind you of who you belong to.”

Her magical tendrils shifted, curling their way around your chest before constricting with suffocating force. You gasped, the pressure stealing the breath from your lungs. Wanda’s face hovered just inches from yours, her breath warm against your lips.

“Tell me you’re mine,” she murmured, her tone softening again, though her grip on you did not. “Say it.”

You swallowed hard, your heart hammering in your chest as Wanda loomed too close, her presence almost overbearing. Desperately, you averted your gaze, trying to create some distance, but she was everywhere. Her magic grew fiercer, pressing down on your mind like a thousand heavy stones.

“Say it.” Wanda repeated, her voice low and threatening.

Her magic tightened around you and a strained cry slipped from your lips.

“I…” Your voice faltered; the words stuck in your throat.

Her expression darkened, and she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against your ear. “Say it, or I’ll make you.”

Tears stung your eyes as you whispered, barely audible, “I’m yours.”

Wanda’s smile stretched slowly, a quiet satisfaction in her eyes, but it lacked warmth. It was pure possession. Pure victory. She reached out, her fingers curling around your jaw with a grip that was firm, almost cruel, and pulled you in. Wanda’s lips crashed against yours with such force that it left no room for resistance. The kiss was demanding, urgent, her tongue sweeping into your mouth as if to mark you, to claim you completely.

Every instinct in you screamed to pull away but you couldn’t. The grip on your jaw tightened, anchoring you in place as Wanda deepened the kiss, leaving you helpless to do anything but surrender to her.

Thankfully, Wanda pulled back a moment later. Her lips lingered for a moment longer than necessary before her magic finally loosened just enough to release you. You collapsed to your knees before her, trembling and broken.

Wanda's lips curled into a sly, mocking smile as her eyes studied you with dark amusement.

“What’s the matter?” She teased, her fingers sliding beneath your chin, tilting your face upward to meet hers. “Can’t handle a simple kiss?”

A bitter surge of frustration rose within you, but you couldn't muster the words to protest.

With a soft, almost indifferent sigh, Wanda stepped back.

“Let’s go home.” She said, her voice casual, as if nothing had just happened.

And then, with a sudden burst of red light, the world around you dissolved into darkness.

[frost-queen]

Starcrossed lovers // part 2 (Reader x Peter Parker) NWH

Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine, @panhoeofmanyfandoms, @venomsvl, @the-uncoordinated-house-cat, @rosecentury,  @imagines-by-her,  @evilcr0ne, @vviolynn, @minimin1993, @narniansmagic, @benonlinear, @canthebest1, @mellowdreamlandpost-blog, @thewhitewolfmarvel, @freek12569

Summary: The battle is ending as you finally have a sight of why Peter was so drawn to you. Can you rewrite the stars or will they remain unchanged forever?[series list]

You gasped looking up. A sandstorm picked up as broken off pieces of the structure got lifted up in the air. From your position on the ground, you could easily see the battle. All three Peter’s swinging on their web. Peter, your Peter was focused on Green Goblin. Peter two focusing on Lizard.

Peter three avoiding a bolt of electricity. They were so occupied they didn’t had eyes for what was happening behind them. Eyes widening you saw the broken off pieces fly towards Peter three. You ran out from your hiding position. – “Peter!” – you screamed loud, gaze upwards.

Peter three’s eyes widened hearing your voice. As if his spider tingle was tuned on finding your voice blindly. His immediate reaction was to look down to you. – “Peter!” – you screamed again pointing upwards. Peter’s gaze went back up, looking back in horror at the flying piece of structure coming his way.

He shot a web swinging past it just in time. His action made him nearly bump against Peter one, your Peter. Peter three was dangling sloppy and out of balance. He shot another web directing him to vast ground on the construction. He needed to find his balance again.

His feet touched vast ground as he stumbled a bit forwards. Ned moving out of the way just in time. – “What are you doing the battle is up there.” – Ned called out. Peter grabbed onto the railing, shooting Ned a glare out of breath. MJ slapped him hard against the arm. – “You try fighting off all those villains.” – MJ said coming to his defence.

Peter saluted her before jumping on the railing and leaping into the depts. MJ came running over to the railing, greeted by a tumbling Peter in the air as his web had released. Strange was on top as a piece of construction went his way.

He quickly opened a portal as it flung through it. Another portal opened closer to the ground. Surprised you looked up, eyes wide in horror. A piece of structure slowly falling down. You started to scream, running to a direction, hoping you’d be fast enough to not get squashed. – “Y/n!” – Peter one called out in a panic.

“On it!” – Peter two replied setting himself off to jump down. He kept falling till he shot out a web. Changing his position to swing fast, opening an arm. He lifted his feet up so they wouldn’t scrape the ground as he flung low.

With a loud oof where you grabbed and lifted up in the air with him. – “Careful out there Y/n.” – he said with a soft chuckle. – “Blame Strange.” – you mumbled out. Peter two came to a stop further away. He let go of you. – “Go hide!” – he ordered before launching himself back in the air.

You ran to some rubble, finding a hiding spot in between. There you waited for the battle to come to an end. Hoping Strange wouldn’t drop another boulder on you. While you waited, unconsciously were you pulled back to the feeling when you fell.

The fear making your muscles tense. Then that warm feeling came when Peter caught you. Somehow when you were in his arms, your fear faded away. Seeing the fear and heartbreak in his eyes made you yearn to comfort him.

Being with him was like a movie you had seen before. Something close yet out of reach. There was no denying the way his presence made you feel. Feel visible. With Peter, your Peter you were visible too, but not that much.

You very much felt like a side-character watching the main one’s have a wonderful life as you faded out into nothingness. Only being present when you were requested. Sometimes you felt lonely around your friends. Almost as if you were that one person just too much.

It wasn’t a great feeling. With Peter, Peter three you didn’t felt that way. It felt like you were actually mattered. A feeling you wanted to hold onto for as long as it could.

Everyone made their way down as the battle had been stilled. Peter one had held MJ to bring her down safely. Ned was with Strange as Peter two and three joined. MJ and Peter hugged tightly. Ned exhaled relieved running up to them. Peter three looked around worried.

“Y/n? Where is Y/n?” – he said in a bit of a panic. You hear your name, moving a fallen plate out of your way to clear your way. - “Peter!” – you called out as three heads turned your way. You came out of your hiding place now that the battle had toned down. – “Y/n.” – Peter said from your earth relieved.

You started to run up to them beyond relieved that no one was too injured. Perhaps a few bruises. He smiled opening his arms a bit to you, ready to receive a hug from you. Yet his smile faltered when you ran past him to another Peter. You swung your arms around Peter three as they liked to call him and spun around with him as he hugged you tightly back.

Peter, your Peter gaped confused at you. Peter two came by his side placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. Peter three had his hand against the back of your head. – “Are you hurt?” – he asked setting you back down. You shook your head, presenting your good state to him.

“All clear.” – you joked making him smile saddened. – “Peter.” – Strange called out. Peter three lowered his head knowing what was to come. Tilting your head a bit, you watched Peter carefully. – “Why are you sad?” – you asked.

He lifted his head up with a teary smile. – “You gave me something I could only dream off.” – he told you letting his thumb brush against your cheek. You smiled genuinely back at him. – “Peter.” – Strange persisted on, waiting to send him back. Peter’s smile faded knowing he’d never get to see you again.

MJ picked up on the way Peter was looking at you. It made him look at her own Peter for a moment. – “You lost someone didn’t you?” – she asked out of the blue. Peter lifted his head up to her, surprised. He then nodded saddened. – “I…I did…” – he answered. His hand slid down as his head lowered briefly. – “I…I lost your MJ…” – he gestured at your Peter. – “My… my Y/n.” – he swallowed down the knot in his throat.

You blinked surprised to him, hearing your name out of his mouth. Suddenly it was all so clear. The feeling why you felt so attracted to Peter. Like magnets. Your first reaction was to throw your arms around him and embrace him. Wanting to be close to him.

Peter hugged you tightly back. He didn’t want the feeling to end. Neither did you. – “Peter! Say your final goodbye’s.” – Strange called out. It made you pull away. – “Can’t… can’t he stay?” – you asked as his hand was still on your lower back. Strange shook his head. – “No kid, this world can’t have two spiderman. He belongs on his earth, where they need a spiderman like him.” – Strange explained.

Peter and you looked at each other. – “What if…” – Peter started as you finished off his words. – “What if I come with him?” – you suggested. – “What?” – Peter called out, your Peter. – “Y/n you can’t be serious!” – he called out walking up to you. – “You belong here with us!” – he made perfectly clear.

“Do I Peter?” – you answered back. You turned away from your Peter, back to Strange. – “I can come with him right? He lost his Y/n, so it wouldn’t create a paradox, right?” – you explained. – “Kid…” – Strange began as you knew he was going to tell you no.

“That’s not how it works. The you from his world is no more. You don’t belong there. I’m sorry.” – he told you. – “There must be a way?” – Peter three exclaimed. – “There isn’t!” – Strange answered snappy. Peter, your Peter was pulling on your wrist, pulling you away from him. – “No… please…” – you begged reaching out to Peter. Peter knew he was being selfish but he wanted you.

He missed you so deeply, he couldn’t imagine a world without you. Peter reached back for you. You broke free from Peter’s grip, running up to him. You clamped yourself onto him, not wanting to let go. – “I just want you.” – you told him. Peter held tightly onto you, afraid he might lose you again if he loosened his grip on you. – “I love you Y/n. On every earth.” – he told you as you slowly felt his grip loosen.

Confused you stumbled a bit forwards at the loss of a grip. With glossy eyes your arms embraced yourself. Crying you fell to your knees. Peter, your Peter approached you placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. You brushed it off, wanting nothing of him. Strange had finished the spell without anyone knowing.

Peter stumbled forwards, looking confused at his empty hands. – “No…no…n-n-no…” – he stumbled out grabbing the air, wanting to feel your last touch. – “Nooo!” – he cried out dropping to his knees. Strange had finished the spell. Sending him back to his earth alone. It felt more dreadful knowing he had you back, just to be taken away.

Once again his heart began to bleed with sorrow and grief. Grief overtaking him so badly, he started to hyperventilate in the abandoned alleyway. This was torture. After a while he dragged himself back to his house. Aunt May looking worriedly up.

“Where have you…” – she was about to scold him when she noticed the stained tears on his cheek. She immediately ran up to him, embracing him for comfort. – “I’ve lost her again…” – he said to Aunt May as she furrowed her brows.

She moved some hair aside to sooth him. She knew how hard your death had fallen upon him. Peter went to his bedroom letting himself fall onto his bed. Staring at the ceiling, he felt like spinning. – “I’ve lost you once, but not again…” – he told himself.

“I’ll find a way… even if it is the last thing I do.” – he rolled over to his side, his gaze falling on the many pictures of you and him on his wall. – “Come back to me…” – he said with a tiny crack in his voice.

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[wandaslittlelove]

Destined

Pairing: Dark Wanda Maximoff x reader Warnings: This story will contain dark themes, kidnapping, murder, and 18+ themes

Divider by @saradika-graphics

Series:

Part 0

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

One Shots:

[chaosvillainy]

*Planning to take down Scarlet Witch*

Strange: I’m not going to seduce her!

Y/N: And no one would judge you. It’s understandable. She’s very powerful, intimidating, beautiful, not to mention very well-muscled.

Strange: I am never going to seduce her, but I’m starting to think you might be…

[prent1ssjareau]

I HAVE A FEW QUESTIONS ABOUT AGATHA ALL ALONG AND THE MULTIVERSE

1. We know that Rio is the personification of Death and that she is a cosmic being, but how does that plays out when we factor in all the timelines and the multiverse? Is she the only personification of Death - like an interdimensional being? What does being a cosmic being entails? Does she exist in all planes of existence all at once? Is she also bound by the rules of time or is she some sort of 5th dimensional being? (is What If...? MCU canon?)

2. If Rio is a singular being and if she can coast every timeline and the multiverse - what happens if she meets a variant of Agatha Harkness? Does she love Agatha in every universe just like how Dr. Stephen Strange feels about Christine and Wanda feels about her twins? If she only ever loved 616 Agatha and Nicolas is a manifestation of her love for Agatha, does it mean that there's also only one Nicolas across the multiverse? Is that why Agatha didn't try to look for Nicky just like Wanda did because her Nicky is a singular being just like his mother?

ps. I've always thought that Dr. Strange telling Christine "I love you in every universe" was so romantic (?) but then these questions came up and now it seems so shallow especially when I realized the possibility of Rio exclusively loving 616 Agatha,,, now that would be much more romantic (and heartbreaking). Also, wtf Stephen Strange haven't he heard of the continuity theory of self? (im a stephen stan btw i love that wizard in his silly cloak)

[creamecafe]

Hii!! Can you do one for Stephen where he found out he and the reader are married in several words thanks to America, and the two of you are pining for each other until he accidentally reveals he’s truly in love with you? Thank you!! <33

I Know I'd Go Back to You

Summary: Stephen has always loved you and you with him from the start. But you both ended things on short notice. Until America reveals you both are together in different worlds in the multiverse, will Stephen take the risk to let it happen in his universe?

Pairing: Stephen Strange x GN!Reader

Word Count: ???

Warnings: none just fluff, pining, a bit of angst, flashbacks, heartbreak, deja vu to palmerstrange 🥲

Author's Note: I'm literally so sorry @smokeywhalee that this literally almost took 2 years. But here it is, FINALLYY! Hope you enjoy

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Life was normal for neurosurgeon, Doctor Stephen Strange and for you too. You both met in college in New York, he was studying to be a doctor and you were studying to be a lawyer. 

Despite your guys' different classes times and different career choices, both of you had a unexplainable attraction to each other. You started off as friends, Stephen would walk you to your class or you would walk out during the four seasons.

But both of you knew you wanted something more. It wasn't until in March 2013 that Stephen asked you to be his partner. He was a nervous wreck, worried that he would ruin the friendship, you both have. But you said yes. Now being with you is the best thing to happen and to occupy his life happily besides being a neurosurgeon.

You would wait for him after work to drive home and spend time together. He would also love to take you on expensive and fancy dates, because he always wanted the best for you. Life was going great for the both of you. 

Until February 2, 2016 came. The day of Stephen got into a car crash. You were waiting for him in the restaurant with the reservation you guys both made 5 months in advance. 

10 minutes had passed and you started to become worried. You knew he wasn't the type of guy to stood you up or leave you hanging. It was until you got a call from the hospital Stephen works at. You picked it up

"Hello?" Your voice shaking nervousily

"Hello, is this Y/N?" 

"Yes it is"

"I'm sorry to inform you that Stephen Strange has been in a car crash and is in critical need."

Your heart stopped. You couldn't believe this was happening. Stephen gotten into a car crash. 

"Oh-oh my God. Is he ok?" Your voice got higher and shaking even more

"We're trying to take care of him right now and get him under care as immediate as possible."

"I'm on my way, please tell him that."

"Will do, sorry to tell you the news."

Grabbing your coat, you wasted no time leaving the restaurant. You explained to the waitress you have to leave to a emergency. You called out a taxi and asked to go to Metropolitan General Hospital." 

7 minutes passed with traffic in the way. You ran to the front desk and asked to see Stephen Strange, saying you were his partner. The lady in the front told you that he's in surgery and won't be conscious in another day or two. You were willing to wait those days, just to make sure he was still alive. You took a seat in the waiting room, hoping and praying Stephen would be ok. The anxiety was eating away of how bad his condition could be. Soon enough, you fell asleep until the next day.

You take a look at your phone and see it's 5am of February 3, 2016. You go to buy yourself a snack fron the vending machine as you missed your dinner from the restaurant you and Stephen were supposed to be. You waited and bought 2 more snacks to keep yourself awake. 

"Y/N L/N?" 

Your head raised to who was calling you. 

"Y/N L/N?" 

Ahead of you see a lady in a white coat and scrubs with a clipboard call your name.

"That's me." You raise your hand.

"You can see Stephen now."

Your heart beat gladly. It must be a sign he's still alive, probably the not best condition but you're glad he's still alive. 

You go to him room and see him in bed. His right eye is swollen and both of his hand are raised up supported by strings and 11 stainless steel pins to support his nerves. He was sleeping. You quietly thanked the nurse. 

You sat by him and waited till he woke up. 25 minutes have passed and he did. 

You held his shoulder gently until he was fully conscious. 

"Hey, hey. It's me Y/N. It's going to be ok." 

Stephen looks at you and looks at his hands. 

"What did they do?"

You explained everything that the doctor told you and how long he was in surgery, the same time you waited for him to make sure he was well.

He repeated the same words "What they did do?" Can't believing what his eyes are seeing. 

The next past few days you stayed by his side to make sure he was well. You were by his side in therapy, helped him shaved supporting him along the way. 

But his attitude didn't change of bitter he had become. And he definitely didn't show appreciation for you either. You went into his apartment to drop off the groceries you bought for him. He was upset due to a meeting regarding a procedure in Tokyo. He was going on he needs a loan of at least $200,000. 

You tried to tell him it's best for him to stop as this was having so much control over him, especially his condition. He explains that no matter how much therapy he receives, he's not getting any better, can't get back to the way he was before.

You explain to him that there other things that can give his life meaning. 

"Like what? Like you?" He snapped back at you.

You were shocked. He never spoken to you in a matter like this before. No matter how cocky he could be, he knew better than to talk to you in a way that he knew could hurt you.

"This is the part where you apologize."

"This is the part where you leave." 

That's when it hit you, he really changed. He wasn't the same boy who would walk you to class or always compliment your outfits. He was still Stephen, but not the Stephen you have loved for 3 years. 

You try to talk to him, but he still had this fire coming out of his voice, like daggers stabbing.

"You just care so much, don't you?" Stephen yelled.

"Goodbye Stephen." You went ran out the door and slammed it behind you. You went to your car and started driving to your place. But you couldn't hold it in anymore. You were crying, sobbing. You didn't want things to end this way, but you can't bear to see Stephen this way or the way hes treating you. 

A year pass and you're going on in your normal life. That's when Stephen makes a portal to where you are. You are scared and shocked. But also confused to what he's wearing. He apologizes everything to you and the way he treated you. You accept it but didn't feel ready to get back with him. Stephen accepts and leaves you be, taking on protecting the world as new priority. He's just at hurt as you a year ago with breaking up with you. But he knows he must move on. 

In 2018 the blip happens and you disappear, so does Stephen Strange. 5 years later you come back and you try to get your life back to normal. Stephen tried to do the same but couldn't stop thinking of you still. 

Later on, he meets a teenage girl named America Chavez that can travel through the multiverse. 

With different versions of Stephen around the multiverse, he didn't realize the possiblity of still being with you. 

"How's Y/N?" America asked. 

"They're good. Happy. They're happy." Shaking, Stephen says, now thinking about you. 

"I can imagine. They're happy with you."

"Uh, well we're not together. We used to be. We broke up 8 years ago. I disappeared due to the snap and it felt like we ended things on short notice."

"What? You both are not together in this universe?" 

He was confused about what America meant by that. "Together? In this universe?" 

"What do you mean this universe?" 

"Every Stephen I know there with Y/N. You both are together. Married. It always felt to me no matter what universe it was, you always were meant to be together. And nothing could stop that."

He had to stop and think for a moment. Every universe he's with you?

"I'm with Y/N in every universe?

"Don't you love Y/N?" 

"I do. But it was 8 years ago, almost a decade. They most likely moved on..."

"You'll never know if you don't tell them. America interrupts. "In a million ways it can go where you are together, why not risk one chance. Tell them how you feel."

He thought about it. Being with you is the only thing that can help him be at ease. Making amends with you is something he doesn't want to stop doing.

He practices of how he's going to talk to you, what he will say. Walking back and forth, he's trying to think of the right words. 

"Don't overthink it. Just talk naturally, say how you really feel."

"I don't know if I can. What if they already moved on?" 

"You'll never know unless you tell them. Come on, I know you can do this." 

Stephen takes America's word into his mind and try to come up what to say.

He spent the next few days going over of how he's going to approach you and he knew exactly what to say.

Until he thought he did until he saw you. He greteted you and you did the same. He was a stuttering mess with you

"Y/N-Y/N. I would like to tell-tell you something."

"Ok, what is it?"

This was it, he could tell you.

"I was thinking we could get coffee sometimes." He cursed himself in his head.

Why couldn't he say what he really wants to, to you?

"Uh sure, what day? Because this whole week and the next I'm kinda really busy."

"Tuesday?"

"Yeah that could work, oh wait I have a meeting"

"Friday then?"

"Friday, but could it be at 6pm because I have-"

"I love you Y/N."

You were stopped talking and were taken back.

"What?"

Oh no. This could be the perfect opportunity to tell her everything or mess up, or both.

"I tried to stop thinking about you, but I can't. And it's okay you don't feel the same way. I love you. I love you in every universe."

Stephen took a deep breath and waited for you to say something, anything. He knew he would mess it up and make it awkward quick.

That's when you kissed him. You wrapped your arms around his neck. He was taken back, but soon melted into the kiss and he wrapped his arms around you back.

"I can't, couldn't stop thinking about you either. I love you too Stephen." A tear goes down your cheek.

This made him happy, America was right all along. It looks like you guys were meant to be after all.

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[softestqueeen]

I need a Stephen strange x reader! Where the reader is Tony starks daughter! Please!

but daddy i love him

pairing: stephen strange x fem!stark!reader

summary: Tony Stark – your father – finds out about your romantic relationship with the infamous Stephen Strange. How will he react to you dating someone who is almost 20 years older than you.

warnings: age gap (about 20 years), a little bit of fighting, spoiler: happy-ish end

wordcount: 954 words

a/n: hey @expensiveinnocentgurl, thank you sm for requesting something, i hope you like this!! finally getting to some requests on here! I will probably write all my open non cm requests, then continue writing for criminal minds. It’s probably my new addiction i fear (sorry not sorry) but now lean back and enjoy while i dive back into my marvel obsession.

The communal area was quiet, only a few team members were spending their free time here reading or watching TV. Your father calls for you, his voice on edge and he didn’t look too happy either. “Can I talk to you? Alone?“

You gulped at the tone. This definitely won‘t be a nice conversation about how your day went. For a second you were questioning what you could have done wrong. And then it dawned on you.

Face paling you though about your apparently not so secret relationship with the sorcerer supreme Stephen Strange. He is not just almost 20 years older than you but also a close friend of your fathers. You and Stephen met your relationship a secret, quietly testing out the waters if the two of you were even a good match.

And you were. The last few months were the happiest of your life. Stephe was the perfect boyfriend. Attentive to your needs, taking care of you in all the right ways and of course always the gentleman. Which is why the two of you had discussed about making it official to the team in about a month or so. You would maybe announce it at Christmas or New Years. Or you would just attend one of your dads’ famous parties together and let everybody be a witness to the PDA the two of you kept to yourselves so far.

But all your plans were chucked out the window when your father led you into his office. You knew exactly what he wanted to discuss one you saw you boyfriend in a chair in front of the big mahogany desk, an apologetic look on his face.

“Please, have a seat,“ your father proses it as a question, though you knew you had to obey his demand.

He takes his seat on the other side of the desk, while you sit next to Stephen.

“When did you think about telling me?” he asked the two of you, even though you know it was aimed more at you. The frown that is slowly appearing on his face is making him appear older than he actually is.

“Tell you what,” you tried to play dumb, even though all three of you knew why you were here. Tony was not having it.

“Are you kidding me? When did you two plan on telling me that you’ve been what? Going out? Seeing each other? Fucking? However, you want to call it,” he almost screamed at you.

“Calm down, Tony,” Stephen told the billionaire with a calm voice.

“Don’t you tell me to calm down when you’ve been with my daughter doing God knows what, behind my back. I want an explanation, and I want it now!”

Stephen reached over and took your hand in his shaking one. He let his fingers run over your knuckles – your father watching the interaction with a clenched jaw – before explaining.

“Tony, I deeply respect you and our friendship, but you have to understand. I am desperately in love with your daughter, and I have been for some time. I promise to take the best possible care of her. You and I both don’t want anything to happen to her. I promise she will have everything she could ever need and more. But you have to trust me in that,” you were fascinated with how calm Stephen stayed. You were a nervous wreck, thinking about all the ways Tony could sabotage your relationship.

“With all due respect Stephen, this is not about a mission or anything this is about my daughter. I know how you’ve been with women in the past and I do not want you to repeat this kind of behaviour with my daughter,” oh your dad was pissed.

“Dad, Stephen and I have been going out for a few months now and he has never treated me bad. Of all the partners I had he is the most attentive, caring, and loving person I have ever come across. We are well aware of the age cap, but it doesn’t matter to us. Don’t you see, we love each other,” you tried to reason with him. He was slowly cracking, and you all knew it. Tony’s eyes wandered to your now interlocked fingers again and you could see his face harden.

“I’m still not happy with this. And what do you mean a few months? How long exactly has this been going on?”

“Next week it would be six months.”

Tony now stood up from his chair and paced the room.

“We wanted to wait until we are ready, you did not. What do you want to do now, dad? You want to forbid me from being with him? Good luck, because I don’t intend to leave him anytime soon. I love him, he loves me. He treats me well and I’m really happy, dad. Shouldn’t that be all that matters?” Stephen squeezed your hand. He admired how you spoke up for him, as he knew how much you valued his opinion.

Tony sat down again, the expression on his face moving into something different, something more tired.

“You know I just want you to be happy, sweetpea. And if that is with a party trick magician then so be it. You are right, I have no right to interfere with this relationship. But you know, I’m worried about you. And Stephen, you hurt her I’ll kill you, is that clear?”

A smile now spread over your face and Stephen answered. “Of course, Stark. No need to worry.”

With that Tony dismissed you both. Even if this was not ideal, you were glad the cat was out of the bag now.

“Wait, how did he even find out?”

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[velvet4510]

I have the saddest suspicion that on Earth-838 (from Dr. Strange 2), after that world’s Wanda Maximoff was released from the control of her corrupted MCU self and headed for home, she returned to discover that the Illuminati HQ and every other building on the block had collapsed into a pile of debris, and the entire street was a shambles littered with crashed cars, broken traffic lights, fallen streetlights, and snapped electrical wires - all because her dad heard about the attack on HQ, rushed over to help, arrived too late, and discovered her stepdad’s corpse.

[strangelockd]

[zetastreasurevault]

As much as I loved Agatha All along (I'm still not over it) I can't wait for what if s3 (mainly because I'm desperate for any mention/ sighting of Natasha or Wanda)

[geeky-politics-46]

Hope

Pairing: Doctor Stephen Strange x Reader, America Chavez

Summary: You & America watch Kamala's DNC acceptance speech.

Warnings: Not much it’s mostly fluff. Story is political in nature. A little inspiration from Rogue One.

I'm back, baby! This is just a short little blurb, but there will be more & longer new stuff soon.

You knew you were staring at the future in more ways than one. Your heart was feeling lighter, and the dark storm clouds of what could be receding in your mind. The sunshine warmth of hope once again present as you watched the awe struck look on America's face as she watched Kamala Harris accept the Democratic nomination for President of the United States.

A woman, and not just any woman, but a woman of color, standing poised and ready to lead the country. You remember watching Hillary accept the nomination in 2016 with a sense of solidarity and the thought of “it's about damn time” planning in your head, but even then, it didn't feel like this. Why was it different this time? Why was the thought of a female president so energizing?

Maybe it's because now you and Stephen essentially had a teenage daughter to raise. Or by New York's phrasing, that you were legal guardians of. Maybe it's because of the fall of Roe and having to once again fight for rights that had been legally protected for nearly half a century. Maybe it's because of all the other rights and freedoms that were now openly under attack from the right and the Supreme Court. Maybe it's because you were technically a childless cat lady, at least by the other parties own wording, and you wanted to make damn certain Vance knew you did in fact have a direct stake in where your country was going. You just wouldn't be going back to the past.

You were both unaware of the sorcerer standing in the doorway, carefully studying both of you. His movements towards the loveseat you were sat in eventually making you turn your attention to him. A soft, sweet smile on his face as his lowered himself to sit next to you. Immediately putting an arm up for you to settle in under. Your body instinctively curling into his as your attention drifted back to the television. 

The sound of applause and cheers erupted from the convention crowd, and balloons came toppling down on both the stage and the crowd. Kamala Harris now stood with her family, her husband, and two step-children on one side of her. On the other side was her vice presidential pick, Tim Walz, and his family. Smiles and laughter filling the screen.

Their joy was palpable, and their smiles were contagious. America wore a matching one, and now so did you. Even Stephen was smirking as he watched you both. 

He leaned in and placed a kiss on the side of your head, brushing your hair back to see your face clearly. Seeing the wheels turning in your mind, he couldn't help but posit a question. A serene smile on your face as you moved to snuggle into Stephen's side.

“What's going on in there?”

Without looking away from your adopted daughter and her elation, you answered. 

“Hope.”

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[imeternallylove]

Like what? - S.Strange

Pairing: Stephen Strange x reader

Genre: just smut 🤤🤟🏻

Warning: none

Word: approx 900

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The door slammed shut behind him as your boyfriend stormed in, growling, “I’m mad.”

Cutting your eyes at him, you snapped, “Don’t break my freaking door.”

Stephen was at your side in a heartbeat, leering over you with a very frustrated and equally hungry look on his face. “I like when you yell at me,” he flirted, cocking an eyebrow.

Scoffing, you rose to meet him, grabbing the collar of his shirt in your hands. “You know, when you’re needy, it’s really obvious.”

“I tried,” your boyfriend whined, winking dramatically at you. “Now, can you help me with this really big problem in my pants?”

Pouting your lips, you teased, “oh, big problem, you say?”

He nodded, puffing up his cheeks to look cute and pathetic. Gosh, did it work.

“You seem tense and stressed,” you crooned, gripping his biceps and massaging them before working your way to his chest.

Swallowing loudly, Stephen grabbed your hips and kneaded at your waist.

“I’ll make you a deal,” you said softly, bringing your lips to the side of his neck and pressing a loud, open-mouthed kiss.

“Mm, what’s that?” he hummed, tightening his hold on you.

You stared into his eyes and told him, “I’m going to bend over the back of this couch and let you fuck all that stress out, on the one condition, I better finish.”

“Fuck yes, you will,” he growled.

Smirking up at him, you pecked a quick kiss on his lips and followed your promise, spinning on your heels and grabbing the top of the kitchen counter. With your plump butt offered to him in shorts, he drew a blank, standing there with his jaw slacked before he came back to his senses.

The belt jingled and his jeans hit the floor around his ankles. A hand slid between your thighs, fingers working their way around the material of your shorts and panties before pushing between your lower lips. You braced your forearms on the cold surface of the counter and bit your lip, inhaling sharply as a digit pumped inside you.

“You’re wet enough,” Stephen rasped a moment later, yanking your panties and shorts down your legs, without bothering to free them from your ankles. A second later, the head of his member was at your entrance.

“Mmph,” you exhaled as he thrust into you, bruising your hips with his restraint. He curved gently at first, steadily picking up speed until he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Damn it,” Stephen groaned, squeezing your waist in a death grip as he pounded into you, letting out all his stress and anger and borderline exhausting himself.

Your legs buckled at this, struggling with the intensity of his thrusts into your core, and you wavered on tiptoes, trying to use more of the counter where it has dinner over there for balance.

In a heartbeat, Stephen wrapped his arms around your waist, driving you back into his chest. His hand was at your jaw, turning your head so he could lick at your lips before sliding his tongue between them. Fingers moved to your clit, rolling and pinching at the rhythm of his hips.

"Steph..." You whimpered, your eyes rolling, and your back instinctively slumped down into the frigid surface, both of your legs on his firmly gripped arms. “S-so good, babeㅡ“ all you do while he works hard on his sex-making job is only whine beneath him, every move of his hips thrusting in and out eagerly more than you could bear, it's smack your face and showing you how wet you are.

“Shh…” he grunted, bumping your core more speedy and pulled out when he sensed you reach your cloud nine before him just as usual, Stephen grins that you finally splash out to your orgasm juice all at once. He then holding you against him possessively while chasing the high for you both. And when you put out your tongue in lots of pleasure, his white sticky cum splashes all over your face.

“Ahㅡ you made me came so fast, Y/N.”

”Hmm, and your taste so good.”

You laughed as you licked your lips and bite your fingernails, you spotted him slip his cock and release even more sperm on your stomach. His stiff cock, which still stands upright and points at your face, is quite endearing.

Stephen isn't done with you yet, and you know it, which is why he has got his hand on your hips again. When his tip slides, circling on your wet fold, till he pushes it into you and buries his palms on the back of your head, you begin to quaver moan once more.

He starts to fuck you again, this time slowly as you always pleasing.

“I really want to stay like this forever,” 

“Like what? Like this?” With chuckling, you brushing his sweaty hair on his brow upward. “Then how we gonna walk while your dick inside me ‘like this.’” 

He smirked, shrugging. "Maybe like this." Then he quickly lifts you up off the counter, his muscular arm now pressing on your spine to support the weight of you.  It makes you scream with thrill, tie your legs around his quickly, your palm confusedly gripping his shoulder and then wrapped around his neck, his hard cock too deep.

“Oh一” you cried out, shuddered and grasping for breath, “fuck, oh my, fuckㅡ Stephen!”

“I got you, baby girl.”

oi oi

[forthesapphicsonly]

Multiverse of madness

Peggy: *waking up* what?

You: oh, hey. Welcome back

Peggy: *looks around, sees the other members of the illuminati unconscious but intact. And alive. She puts her hands on her stomach, where she clearly felt the shield cutting her in half* How? who are you?

you: Wanda's girlfriend. Not that she knows yet *pouts*

Peggy just looks at you confused

you: I just go around undoing the things she does. She kills people, I bring people back. *you lean closer to her whispering in her ear* so she doesn't feel so guilty later. Not that she knows…yet.

Peggy: why not just stop her?

you: Stop? Wanda? Oh no, darling, it's impossible. Nobody stops Wanda, she needs to figure things out for herself. *you laugh* Stop her, funny. Anyway, nice to meet you. I really appreciate you more than Steve. I'm going now, they'll be fine *you wave to the other members as you leaves*

Carter just watches you walk away processing things. You understand. Coming back from the dead has this effect

[wandaslittlelove]

Destined Part 1

Warnings for this chapter: None?

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I sighed as I heard a loud knock on my front door. Grabbing the bag of flour I made my way to the door assuming it was just my neighbor Marcy wanting some for baking again. The girl never seemed to have any and always came over for mine which I didn’t mind. I just started buying more when I would go to the store. 

“Marcy hun you should really just-” I froze as I saw Strange on the other side of the door and a young girl stood next to him.

“y/n nice to see you.” He spoke. With a sigh I sat the flour down on the small table by the door before inviting them in.

“Tea?” I asked while making my way into the kitchen as they both followed after me. The young girl politely nodded her head and took a seat at the island along with Strange who sat a very old looking book down on the countertop.

It was silent for a minute. The only sound being me getting down three mugs and the teapot whistling on the stove. 

I sat the tea in front of the two along with some sugar as I took to standing across from them.

“What do you need Strange?” My tone came out more bitter than I wanted it to but I couldn’t help it. After I left what remained of the Avengers I had hoped I would never have to see his face or any of theirs ever again. That's why I moved to Ohio so that I would be away from the never ending drama that is New York and to be close to my sister's grave.

“I- We need your help. This Is America Chavez. She’s able to travel the multiverse.” With those words I choked on my tea.

“The multiverse?” I questioned not trusting my ears to have heard the right thing.

“Yes. You know about it?” He asks as he and the girl, America, looked at each other.

“Vision often talked of his theories during movie nights” The word Vision seemed to make me scowl remembering how he got the life with the person I had loved. The person who was supposed to be my wife. 

“You said Wanda said the same thing” This was the first time the girl had spoken and the way she said Wanda had made your whole body shiver. It was as if she was scared of the woman.

“You spoke to her?” I hadn’t heard anything of her since that night I left. I expected to at least see something about her on the news but she never came up. 

“Yeah. She’s after me. She’s been sending these weird creatures after me to take my powers.” America explained as she fiddled with the mug.

“She has the dark hold y/n” The words caused me to stiffen. I had only heard of the dark hold a few times while I was studying with Strange but I knew it was nothing good. It was described as the book of the damned and anyone who touched it became corrupted. “I need your help in protecting America. Yours and Wanda’s magic are almost complete opposites. While hers is chaos magic while yours is Order magic.” The two shared another look as if they both knew something I didn’t. I watched as Strange opened the book he had brought and flipped to a page. “With the help of the darkhold Wanda has become the Scarlet Witch. Everything anyone had ever known about her is written in this book like a prophecy.” I nodded as I listened to his words. “It also speaks of yours.” He slides the book over to me and setting my tea down I quickly read the page he had opened to. 

The Scarlet Witch bringer of chaos and the White Fawn bringer of life and creation:

The Scarlet Witch is not born; she is forged. She has no coven or need for incantation. Her power exceeds that of the Sorcerer Supreme. It is her destiny to destroy the world. 

The White Fawn is the opposite of the chaos bringer. She is born to counteract the actions of the Scarlet Witch. Her destiny is to heal the wounds, love, and calm the Chaos Witch.

My eyes scanned the page three more times before I slammed the book shut. I watched as America jumped in her seat and I sent her an apologetic smile as I slid the book back to Strange. 

“That can’t be right or it can’t be me. Wanda does not love me. I will not let my destiny be what is written in some book. What is she even after in the multiverse?” My question seemed to keep Strange quiet for a moment before he spoke.

“You”

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[chaosvillainy]

Strange: Y/N, what do you want for christmas?

Y/N: Uhm, a dragon.

Strange: That's a bit far fetched, think of something else.

Y/N: Ah, then Scarlet Witch.

Strange: .......What color do you want your fucking dragon to be?