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ro-is-struggling · 2 years

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Existential Crisis || Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: After Wong sent you and Stephen to investigate the multiverse you begin to worry about the idea that there are thousands of versions of you. Unluckily for Stephen, he is the one who has to endure your existential crisis.

Warnings: this is kind of a crack fic so humor, Stephen being annoyed by the reader, chaotic and dumb gn!reader (I think I didn’t use any pronouns or anything like that but if I did let me know so I can change that!), a supernatural reference (if you get it you get a virtual cookie)

English is not my first language

Word count: 1700

Notes: I don’t have a lot of time to write because of school and stuff, but the other day I had this stupid weird dream that inspired this fic so I’m sorry if it doesn’t make much sense. Also I think I’m developing a crush on Dr Strange so I may be open to take request for him

"Why are we doing this again?" you asked for the hundredth time, your head emerging from the piles of books on the table in search of Stephen. Your mentor looked at you wearily, letting out a tired sigh as he closed the book he was reading with more force than necessary.

"The multiverse is a concept we know frighteningly little. Wong sent us here to do research so we'll be ready if something bad happens again." He explained to you for the hundredth time, cursing Wong for putting the most annoying apprentice under his supervision. Stephen recognized that you had great potential, but to his bad luck it was buried under layers and layers of clumsiness and hyperactivity that made you an unbearable companion for this kind of task.

"Why can't he do it?" you complained once again, flipping disinterestedly through the ancient book in front of you. "Why do we have to do all the boring tasks?"

"Because he's the sorcerer supreme." Stephen spoke without even looking up at you, choosing to focus his energy on what he was reading and not on the urge he had to use his magic to shut you up for a while. You were getting on his nerves and he didn't know how much more of this he could take. Usually he had no problem with spending long periods of time researching, reading alone in the Sanctum Sanctorum library late into the night. But this time he wasn't alone, and your constant nonsensical comments did nothing but break his concentration.

You let out a grunt in protest, but said nothing more for a while. The graphics on a page of the book you were reading distracted you. It described an intricate magic that even though it had nothing to do with the multiverse caught your attention anyway. You didn't quite understand what it was about and you were sure you wouldn't be able to conjure something like that in a million years, but you read it anyway. It was clear that it was not intended for the eyes of a simple apprentice like you and that only increased your desire to continue reading, feeling like a little kid stealing cookies from a jar when you knew you shouldn't have.

"Am I even authorized to be reading all this stuff?" you finally asked, curious as to why they had let a mere apprentice have access to such information.

"Normally, no," Stephen said without looking up from his book. "I guess Wong wanted to get rid of you for a while. Or torture me. Or both." He added with a mocking tone, a subtle smile tugging at the corners of his lips. You rolled your eyes, knowing he wasn't serious. You had that kind of relationship where you teased him and he pretended to hate you, but you knew deep down that wasn't the case. In fact, you were convinced that Stephen Strange was a big softie on the inside and was just using that bitter, sarcastic personality as a shield. So far, though, you were the only person who supported that theory.

"Aren't you guys afraid of what I could do with all this information?" you insisted, finding that his answer did not satisfy your curiosity. "Like, I could easily steal all this knowledge and turn to the dark side or sell it to bad guys.... I could be your next big threat."

"You?" Stephen spoke with an amused tone, looking up and down at you as if he found your words ridiculous. "Yeah, no. I think we're good."

"What is that supposed to mean?" you asked with annoyance. "You don't think I'm threatening?" You didn't even know why you were getting angry. What Stephen was saying about you wasn't a bad thing. There was nothing wrong with not having a threatening side to you, but for some reason it bothered you. Maybe it was the tone in which he said it. Or maybe your bored brain was looking for anything to distract itself. Probably both.

"You're too kind and clueless to be a threat," Stephen replied to you, finally looking up from his book to face you. "To sell information you first have to successfully steal it and you can't hide anything from me."

"Yeah, maybe… But what if there's an evil version of me out there in the multiverse that kidnaps me in order to take my place and steal from you, huh?"

"I'll say that if they can travel through the multiverse without America then there's probably not much they can take from us."

"No but seriously what if evil versions of us kidnap us to take our place? We should have a code word that only we know so we can be sure it's us and not one of them."

This time it was Stephen who rolled his eyes, letting out a tired sigh as he gathered his patience to deal with you. You looked at him with big eyes full of pride in yourself for having thought of that potential danger. Stephen admitted that there might be a possibility of something like this happening—after all, there was a lot they didn't know about the multiverse—, but he didn't think it was an imminent danger. Besides, he wasn't willing to acknowledge that you might be right about something after the time you'd spent bothering him, so he ignored your concerns for the time being.

"What about ‘Y/N please shut up and keep reading’?" teased Stephen, but you didn't care.

"No, it has to be something organic, something that'll flow naturally in a conversation so as to not cause any suspicions."

"Y/N stop that?"

"No, you say that way to often I would never know what you mean. C'mon Stephen, take this seriously!" you complained at his lack of creativity, the sarcasm in his voice going over your head.

Stephen enjoyed the moment of silence that formed while you thought, amused at the way you mumbled under your breath, scratching your brain for a word you could use as code. You were taking this thing too seriously, but he let you continue because at least you weren't bothering him. He preferred your brain to entertain itself imagining hypothetical scenarios and not at his expense.

However, he was starting to get bored too. He had spent hours locked in the library and was no closer to understanding the multiverse than when he started. He was tired and looking at the pile of books he had yet to read it was clear that he would not get out of there any time soon without your help. As much as he valued peace and quiet, he valued his sleep more so he decided to pull you out of the little trance you had been in for the last 20 minutes to ask for your help.

"C'mon Y/N this is stupid."

"You also say that a lot" you complained again at his lack of creativity. At this point you were sure he was just repeating phrases he said to you on a daily basis. "God, it's like you're not even trying!"

"I mean this is stupid and you should get back to work" Stephen explained more clearly. "We're never going to get out of here if you-" he tried to put you back to work, but was interrupted by your shout of joy.

"I got it!" you exclaimed with a smile of triumph. "Poughkeepsie!" you revealed with pride in your creativity, certain it was the perfect code.

Stephen looked at you with a dead stare, his eyes fixed on you as if you were a camera and he was Jim Halpert on The Office, waiting for you to realize how ridiculous your words sounded. But the seconds ticked by and your smile of triumph didn't wipe off your face.

"Poughkeepsie?" he repeated, trying to awaken some sense in you. It was the most absurd word you could have come up with and he couldn't think of a single context in which it would come up naturally in conversation in case he suspected something was wrong with you. There was no way you were serious.

"Yeah! Isn't it perfect?"

"Y/N..." Stephen was going to tell you what he really thought, but then he realized that if he did, you'd be distracted by another code word and he'd never get out of there. So he swallowed his opinions and gave you a fake smile. "Yes, it's great But you know what would be even greater? Finish the research Wong asked us to do."

"Oh I finished reading my pile of books like half an hour ago" you explained with an innocent smile and Stephen looked at you in disbelief.

"And...?" he insisted when he saw that you didn't say anything. "Did you find anything?"

"No" you denied with certainty. "Well, there was this old book that made a reference to a secret diary that supposedly belonged to some weird wizard that dedicated his life to investigate the multiverse, but it sounded like a made up legend so I didn't bring it up. Do you think it's useful?"

The way you asked that question as if they weren't desperate for any kind of information that would allow them to understand the logic of the multiverse a little more made Stephen want to bang his head against the table repeatedly until he lost consciousness. Sometimes he couldn't believe that someone with so much talent and such a bright future in the mystic arts was so clueless and clumsy. He swore it was harder to teach you to have a minimal amount of common sense than it was to teach you magic. Even though you barely listened to him on both fronts, you seemed to have a natural gift for magic. But thinking critically and paying attention to the important things, that was a whole separate issue.

"Where did you read about this secret diary?" Stephen asked, letting out a long sigh of frustration.

"Oh in like the first book that I opened."

Stephen looked at you with tired eyes, taking a moment to imagine all the ways he could make you pay for wasting his time before answering you. Taking a long breath to calm his nerves, he said, "Next time you're letting me decide what's important and what isn't."

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lucywrites02 · 1 year

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ASKING YOU ABOUT YOUR FAVS 💖 please tell all about them !!! 👀👉👈

Meet my harem of tall and traumatised husbands <3 I didn't want to go into details of their characters because that wouldtake a loooong time. This post is just a little list :3

1. Loki

Look at this face. This is the face of a god. I love this poor little meow meow. He's in a desperate need for a hug and therapy. He likes green, and I respect that 👏 Seriously somebody please hug him. This person could ask me to gift them the stars, and I would do that. Loki deserves the world <3

2. Miguel O'hara

Look at him. I need you to look at him. He's gorgeous. And Oscar Isaac voiced him. And his a genius. He was a scientist before he became spider-man and he build his own suit using nano tech. That's very nerdy of him. I love everything about him. He has some serious anger issues. And fangs. Venomous fangs. I'm so horny for this man

3. Optimus Prime

Big alien robot <3 My brain goes brrrr every time I see him. The biggest softie and the greenest green flag. Please just give him a break. My baby is constantly under stress.

4. Din Djarin

HE'S SUCH A GOOD CHARACTER LET ME MARRY HIM. An amazing father. Him and Grogu (baby yoda) are such cute little family. And his voice? Pedro Pascal knew what he was doing. I would die if Din Djarin looked at me. Instant and beautiful death.

5. Stephen Strange

Magic man! He has a really interesting character (I'm talking mostly about comic Stephen). He loves his wife from another dimension. An insecure little boy that needs a hug and 2 weeks vacation to finally fucking relax. Seriously, man, take a freaking break.

6. Megatron

Is he a manic tyran with genocidal tendencies? Yes. But I could fix him. I like the "more than meets the eye" version of megatron because he's in his redemption arc era in those comics and the fanfics about that SLAP.The amount of angst and guilt you read in those stories? That's my shit.

Special mention:

Castiel and Dean Winchester

I had to mention them. I love those characters. I would die for them. An angel and monster hunter. I am not normal about them. They are perfect in every way. And the fanfics about those two slap hard. I cried several times while reading stories about them. Also they are married.

#favourite characters #I LOVE THEM SO MUCH #ask time #ask time!#mutual shenanigans #optimus prime #miguel o'hara #dean winchester #castiel #megatron #stephen strange #loki #din djarin #long post #my husbands #and destiel

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shelbgrey · 1 year

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Glory of love(Eleazar Denali)

Chapter 4: monsters are good

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The next morning I got up early and headed to the school so I could stock up on books for my upcoming lessons. The schools library was a lot bigger than I expected and had found all the needed books expect for Dracula by Bram Stoker.

Once I found it I sighed when I looked up. It was on a shelf behond my reach. I shifted the four other books I had to one arm and stood on the top of my toes to reach it. As I did heard someone come up behind me and cold hand grabed it with no effort.

“here” the voice said softly. My cheeks immediately faded into a light shade of pink as Eleazar Denali held my desired book out.

“thank yo-Gracias” I stuttered and took the book. He smiled softly as his enchanting gold eyes stared at me.

“De nada” he smirked as I placed the novel on top of my stack. He turned away for a second and surched for a book. “Dracula, huh?”

“yeah, it's for my English class” I responded. Eleazar nodded and grabed the novel he was looking for. It was The Shining by Stephen King, one of my favorites.

“my niece and nephew were talking about that” he said holding the book to his side as we walked towrds the check out counter.

“the shining, huh? I love that book” I said as the librarian checked my stack of books out. Eleazar smiled and looked at the cover. “well, if you recommend it, I'm really gonna have to read it”

“do you believe in the supernatural?” I asked catching him off guard. “¿Qué?(what?)”

“The shining... It's about ghosts and man going crazy... And of course Dracula is vampires” I asked holding my book up. “just asking is all... Never mind, I'll see you around” I said felling like I embarrased myself.

I walked out of the library shaking my head, questioning myself why I'd ask a random question like that, especially to someone I barely know.

“wait up” Eleazar said catching up to me. I looked at him then up head. “to awnser your question I prefer not to dwell on it”

“so you once didn't and you got proven wrong?” I asked. He gave me the side eye and huffed. “somethings are just worth staying a mystery”

I nodded, agreeing with him to some extent. The leadgens Harry used to tell me Leah is a great example. Harry believed them to be ture while the two of us didn't know what to believe... That was intill Sam phased.

“I guess you got a point” I said as the bell rang telling us we had five minutes until our students would start the migration to our classrooms. “bye Eleazar”

“Adiós Y/n” he said, flashing me his hadsome smile.

As I took attendance for my English class I noticed it to be a tad bit smaller than usual, I looked up and noticed Edward Cullen was gone.

“Tayna, where's your Cousin?” I asked marking down names. Tayan looked up from her book and nervously bit her lip. “he's out of town... Personal reasons”

“I don't need to know where he is, I just wanted to make sure he's okay” I stated. Tayna smiled softy.

I turned around and started to write on the board. “today where gonna start off with Mary Shelly's Frankenstein” I said as I wrote Frankenstein in big letters on the board.

“now first things first... Frankenstein is the doctor not the name of monster. Over the years people have gotten that confused, so I'm telling you this now” I half joked. The class snickered or rolled their eyes as I started the lesson.

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Later that night I was invited to the Clearwater's home to suprise Leah. Me and Leah had been best friends when we were little kids up until mom made me move to Arizona during my freshman year of college. We stayed in contact all those years and I think us being away only made our relationship stronger.

“y/n!” Seth said cheerfully as he opened the door and gave me a big hug. And there was Leah's little brother, Seth, who was literally the sweatest person on the planet. I grew up babysitting him during my time living with my father. I think this also helped me become so close to the family.

“Hey, buddy” I said ruffling his hair as he smiled big.

Leah came down the stairs with a huff, she looked up and immediately smiled. “n/n!” she ran and gave me a big hug. “I missed you”

“missed you too”

I was greeted by Sue and Harry next, they welcomed me with open arms then lead me into the kitchen. Usually you would have seen Sam with Leah, but unfortunately he broke up with her and is now datting Emily. Sam hated himself for hurting Leah, but with the whole imprinting thing he realized Emily was the one. It really put a damper on our friend group, me and Emily were just as close, same with Sam. In the beginning of there relationship there was a lot of 'picking' sides and Emily would either call me with tears in her eyes or Leah would call me shouting. Then Sam would just come over to my house needing a break from the reservation.

Dinner was peaceful and felt like a real family dinner, Sue cooked steaks and potatoes. Sometimes I wished I had this, the peaceful dinner with the whole family without any fights.

“so how's the teaching job?” Sue asked. “more specifically, why aren't you teaching at the reservation?” Seth joked. Sue playfully hit him then turned to me so I cound continue.

“it's great, the kids there are really great” I said taking a sip of my tea.

“Cullens go there, don't they?” Harry said bitterly. Sue rolled her eyes as she put some green beans on her plate. “Harry, don't start”

“yeah they do... They're good kids” I said softly. “and one of them is the Spanish teacher.”

“you should keep your distance from them, Trouble follows them like wild fire” I raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

I knew about they're treaty just by the leadgens Billy and Harry would tell me and Leah, but I never would go to the lengths that they're part of the supernatural world.

“Nothing Honey” Sue quickly said as she gathered our plates.

“you don't think the leadgens are true?” Seth asked me and Leah quietly. “cold ones and shifters are just stories” Seth was still in the dark about the pack, Leah knew about it because of Sam but the family agreed to keep Seth safe from the truth until he was old enough... Or he phases.

“I don't know... I think they're different, but I don't think they are what the leadgens say” I said giving the Cullens the benefit of the doubt.

I thought about they're gold eyes though and how cold Eleazar's hands were. But the leadgens always said the cold ones had red eyes and couldn't be trust around Humans... So what's the deal?

--------(Cullen residents)--------

“Heaven knows your name I've been praying, To have you come here by my side Without you a part of me is missing. Just to make you my own, I will fight”

Tayna heared the music coming from Eleazar's room as she came home from from hunting. Everyone knew he played guitar, but unlike Edward he didn't like people hearing it. It was rare occasionally to hear him play, so most of the time he'd play while everyone else was gone. It was even more rare to hear him sining, he had this Spanish tone the family loved to hear.

“haven't heard you play in a while?” Tayna said coming in. Tayna and her sisters were the exception. He didn't mind if they heard, he used to play all the time when they lived in Alaska.

“I got board” he said setting his guitar down. Tayna set down next to him and smile. “the song make you think of her, doesn't it?”

He shrugged as he retuned his black guitar. Tayna chuckled and shook her head. “you shouldn't hide your feelings so much”

“hypocrite” he said jokingly.

Beofer she could awnser there was a crash down stairs, that only ment two things: Emmett was being reckless or Alice had a vision. Eleazar and Tayna shared a quick glance and raced down stairs.

“what did you see Alice?” Jasper asked as Tayna and Eleazar stepped over Esme's broken vase and the pile of orchids. Eleazar looked down not relizing he brought the guitar with him, he set it down on the counter and walked up to Alice.

“I think y/n I getting close to discovering what we are, she has her suspicions... But she doesn't want to jump to conclusions” Alice said.

“why would she have her suspicions?” Eleazar asked.

“she grew up with the Quileute leadgens” Irina rolled her eyes. “oh great, she's friends with the mutts”

Eleazar shot her a nasty look. The family would learn quickly not to talk down to y/n in his presence. And with y/n, you insult her friends then your insulting her too. “they're her friends... Don't talk about her like that” he said.

He then turned to Alice. “she can't know, it'll put her in danger”

“she'll find out sooner than later... Maybe you should be the one to tell her” Kate said gently. Eleazar knew she was right, but thst didn't change the fact it scared him to bring her into this world. His world.

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prettywitchiusaka · 1 year

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15 Things I Actually Like/Love in Multiverse of Madness

Since yesterday was a certain someone’s birthday, I figured I’d make a post I’ve been sitting on for awhile.

I’ve made no secret of the fact I have mixed opinions about Multiverse of Madness and have gone into great detail about my issues with the film. Hell, I’ll probably have more to say when the “Art of” book comes out in September. But at the same time, there’s a lot that I like or love in MoM so, why not post my musings?

Here we go!

1. Stephen’s Arc - Like I’ve said before, I have issues with how incomplete Stephen’s story feels in this movie, but I do like that he learns to start embracing love in all its forms and is open to being a bit more vulnerable.

2. Stephen & America’s Friendship - Not much to say here; their friendship is very sweet and I wouldn’t be surprised if, when we get to DS3, it’s revealed Stephen adopted America off-screen and she’s now living in the Sanctum with him. Which means he has someone to talk to other than Cloakie.

3. Sinister Strange - Again, not a surprise here if you’ve been following my blog. Yeah, I know not much is given to the character (I wish he’d been the villain if they didn’t wanna go with Nightmare), but he’s wonderfully portrayed and lots of fun to watch. Speaking of which...

4. Music Fight! - Come on! You’ve got two Stephens throwing magic music note projectiles at each other, with the music being Beethoven vs. Bache. How does that not win best fight scene of the movie!? Also, I don’t care how on the nose Sinister’s music selection is. When you’ve all but implied you wanna force yourself on your ex, you’ve pretty much confirmed you’re evil.

5. The Apple Orchard Scene - Call me crazy, but I actually really like the scene on the Apple Orchard and I think it’s one of the better written scenes in the movie. It’s still bogged down by the problems the film’s plot has, but I do think it’s basic structure and dialogue are fine. Not to mention it does a good job showing Stephen’s softness. Plus, Wanda’s hair in a braid is really cute! She should wear it like that more often. Speaking of my boy...

6. How Soft Stephen is in this Movie - People both in and (especially) outside fandom love to act like Stephen’s an arrogant douche and call it a day. And yeah, they’re right; Stephen is a jerk. He’s also a big softie who’s slowly learning to show that softness to others, and I think that NWH and this film, especially, do a good job at conveying he has a heart beneath his snarky demeanor. Mind you, I think that’s Ben’s influence seeping through, not Waldron’s, but my point still stands.

7. Rintrah - Big Himbo Minotaur I’ve been waiting to see on the big screen! Hate that most of his subplot was cut but maybe he’ll get a bigger role in the next one.

8. Clea - I’ve...gushed enough about Clea as it is, so I’ll keep it brief; Holy shit! The rumors about Charlize being Clea were true and we FINALLY have Stephen’s wife in the MCU! Let the epic star-crossed romance begin!!!

9. The Music - I originally wasn’t crazy about Danny Elfman’s score the first time around, but in subsequent viewings, it’s grown on me. My favorite tracks are the main title theme and (of course) Lethal Symphonies.

10. Dead Strange - I mean...you’ve got Stephen puppeting a zombie variant of himself with a cape made of damned souls, doesn’t get more metal/comic bookie than that! Also, I do love watching Sam Raimi rip off himself with the way zombie Stephen rises from the grave like something out of Evil Dead.

11. The Cinematography - I’ve said before I think this is a beautifully shot film and I meant it. Raimi has a good eye for visuals and I love that Marvel allowed him to break from their in-house style, because there’s some really great camerawork in this film! The Evil Dead zoom-ins that are tilted on a Dutch Angle, Wanda coming through the gong ala The Ring, Stephen’s face in his broken watch, the entrance to Sinister’s sanctum, the multiverse scene which is basically one, continuous long take? You can say whatever you want about this film, but you can’t deny that it’s beautifully made.

12. The Parkour Fight - I love it when Stephen uses his brains to defeat his enemies, and this is such an instance.

13. I love you in every universe - I think this one speaks for itself.

14. Donna Strange - Again, I absolutely hate they ignored making this into a plot point (especially when it would’ve so easy to do), but I do love the monologue itself. Not only is well acted, but you can tell from how choked up Stephen is over it that yes, the loss of his sister was and is still very painful for him. I also love Sinister’s response, “But we don’t talk about that, do we?”. It says so much about the wound Donna’s left on her brother’s heart, even after all this time. We needed more nuanced moments like that in this film.

15. Stephen being Extra Pretty - I know I’ve been gushing about since we got the official trailer last winter but my GOD is Stephen beautiful in this movie!!! Yes, he’s always been pretty. But it’s like someone asked Raimi, “So how pretty do you want Stephen to be in this movie?”, and he responded with a resounding, “Yes.” Either way, it only confirms what I’ve been saying for awhile now; Benedict Cumberbatch as Doctor Strange is FUCKING HOT!!!

There! I listed fifteen things I like/love in this movie. Do with it what you will!

P.S. Also, I’m not listing Armani Strange as a separate item because it still technically counts as being part of Number 15.

#Prettywitch Muses #Prettywitch Observes #marvel cinematic universe #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #Doctor Strange #benedict cumberbatch #happy belated birthday #happy birthday ben #happy birthday benedict

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heroesandironmenmoves · 2 years

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“I didn’t know you were a closet romantic. Now, i have another secret to keep of yours and as much as you think you have a reputation, everyone knows you’re a big softie. We just don’t tell you so you can continue to think everyone thinks you’re egotistical and a jerk. You’re not. You’re one of the kindest men I’ve ever met when it comes to putting the safety of others above your own.”

"Well, then, I haven't done my job properly if Tony Stark thinks I have feelings other than those I have for myself." Stephen laughs, looking at her with an eyebrow cocked in challenge "You're sure that I don't put myself above others when it comes to survival Kara? I must admit that I have a savior complex but other than that I have no thought as to what goes on with the people around me or I didn't until my accident." He then tilts his head to the side, getting a thoughtful look on his face "To tell you the truth you might just be right about me Kara."

@akasupergirl

#akasupergirl #m; stephen

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goldencherriess · 2 years

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And they were roommates ™ || Student! Sherlock Holmes x Fem! Reader

Word count: 931

Pairing: Student! Sherlock Holmes x Fem! Reader

Summary: Y/N quickly discovers that being roommates with Sherlock Holmes has its own benefits.

Warnings: absolutely none, other than Sherlock being a big ol’ softie :)

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Life as a student wasn’t all that bad. It was fun most of the time, if Y/N excluded the stress of the approaching exams. And it wasn’t dull either. Not when you had a chemistry student as a roommate who just couldn’t stop making experiments everytime he had the opportunity. Which was everyday.

Not dull, definitely not dull.

And she wouldn’t have complained if he just stayed to his side of the room. The man didn’t know what were boundaries and personal space, leaving his ustensils and the experimental subjects all over her desk and books. It was getting on her nerves.

At first she ignored it all, didn’t question the creepy eyes in the jar or the fingers in his tea. And when she tried to question him, he only replied shortly, in a curt manner:

“Project.”

She didn’t press on after that. It was obvious he had no interest in speaking with her. And she was absolutely fine with that. Just fine.

But this time though, she had enough. She couldn’t stand by and see her side of the room being devoured by his stuff. It was chaotic. And Y/N was no chaotic person, she’d rather much preferred order and neatness.

So, when he stormed in their shared flat, she deeply breathed in and stood up from her bed, leaving behind her course notes on Shakespearean literature. She could hear him rummaging through the fridge and cursing under his breath.

“Sherlock? What are you doing?”

He didn’t respond and Y/N was just timidly entering the kitchen when he slammed the fridge door.

“Ah, hello, Y/N! How is Shakespeare coming along?”

She paused.

“How did you…?”

He waved his hand, stuffing the other in the pocket of his coat. From behind, she could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Wouldn’t you like to know? The bags under your eyes and the Shakespeare books scattered on your bed gave it away. And also, your messy hair. You have been running your fingers through your hair out of stress for some time now. Plus, it’s exams season.”

Y/N stopped following him through the flat, gaping at his back.

“You guessed I was studying Shakespeare by all that?”

He snorted, turning to look at her.

“I didn’t guess, I simply observed. It’s elementary, dear Y/N.”

She blinked, shaking her head.

“Right, of course.”

Sherlock just stood there, staring at her, with his hands clasped behind his back, and smirking. She felt flustered under his gaze, small even. Y/N shifted from a foot to another, pushing her glasses further up her nose. But then she remembered why she approached him in the first place. She raised her head and met his eyes.

“You have to start cleaning around here.”

He frowned.

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Bookstores and dates || Stephen Strange x Fem! Reader

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Fem! Reader

Word count: 759

Summary: Stephen Strange have never felt lonelier than now. The Sanctum Sanctorum echoed with silence. Wong's occasional visits kept him somewhat grounded, but they never filled the void. That all changed when he met her.

Warnings: none, just pure fluff :)

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Stephen was no stranger to loneliness. He felt it before and he felt it now. It ripped his heart apart, shards of it falling to the ground like broken mirrors. It consumed him.

The first time he felt loneliness was when he gave up Christine. He truly loved her and letting her go hurt. He had Wong by his side, but most of the time, it was just him and the Cloak drinking tea in the morning and protecting the multiverse together.

But then she came. With sparkling eyes and a bright smile, she collided into him and tore his walls down brick by brick. She worked at a bookstore near the Sanctum Sanctorum. He stumbled upon the bookstore one day he took it all for himself, and started going there ever since just to see her, to relish in the peace she gave him by just being in his presence.

Today was no different. The bell above the door chimed when he entered. Smells of chocolate, books and dust drifted in the air and filled his lungs. The bookstore was cramped with books from top to bottom, unevenly placed. The Rolling Stones were quietly filling the silence. Light was streaming in from the small windows near the front desk and the door. It gave off cosy vibes, something he didn't find at the Sanctum. The place reminded him of her, in that way. Warm. Nice. Homey.

''One sec!'' said a voice from the back.

He could recognize that voice anywhere. It was hers.

He approached the front desk. An open book laid faced down on it, a bookmark with sunflowers drawn on it sticking out.''Wuthering heights'' by Emily Brontë.

''Sorry for the delay, I was just putting some things in the back!''

Her voice sounded so much closer now, a vanilla scent wrapping him in a warm embrace.

''Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.''

She was now next to him, going around behind the desk. Her eyes met his, a glint in them. He wondered if she saw the emotion swirling in his own eyes, if she could read him like an open book.

''You read Wuthering heights?''

''It's a classic.''

''Should I take that as a yes?''

She was smirking now. Stephen felt his own lips curling up.

''It depends. Do you like it so far?''

Her smirk turned into a blinding smile, her eyes crickling.

''I do.''

''Then, yes, I did read it.''

She shook her head, picking up her book, a smile still edged on her face.

"Can I do something for you, Stephen? Do you want some books? Maybe serve you some tea while I'm at it?"

She knew his name. Somehow, he thought she saw him as an old client, an avid reader who came by almost every week.

"You know my name?"

She sat up straighter and looked him in the eyes with a soft smile.

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350 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

Just the way you are.

Pairing: Young! Remus Lupin x Fem! Reader

Word count: 2.7k

Request? Yes! And you can find it right here.

Summary: His secret might be just the one thing to drive them apart.

Warnings: self-hatred, angst, fluff. Could the werewolf transformation be a warning here, does it apply or not??

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There were a few more days until the full moon. And Remus was growing restless. The only thing that kept his mind off of it was Y/N, who filled his evenings with warm cuddles on the couch, near the fireplace in the Gryffindor Common Room. Her perfumed always enveloped him in sweet comfort and he always basked in her halo.

She was slowly falling asleep in his arms, her chest rising and falling soundlessly when James jumped on the couch with a laugh. ''That Evans bird is such a fox. She's playing hard to get.''

''I think she just straight up hates you, mate.'' said Sirius, sitting on an an armchair. Peter lightly laughed, almost snorting as he did and lowering himself on the carpet in front of the fireplace.

''No, I'm telling you! This weekend I'm actually asking her out.''

''You mean again?''

Remus inhaled a breath through his nose. ''She's asleep! Be quiet, will you?'' he whisper shouted, while pointing with a sharp stab of a finger at Y/N's small figure in his arms.

But she wasn't asleep. She was very much awake, still drifting between the groggy realm of daydreams and the colorful, alive, almost pulsating world around her. She kept her eyes closed, but her attention wide open.

''When are you going to tell her?'' voiced Sirius.

Remus shook his head, his hand lightly on top of hers, just a touch of velvet. ''I'm not.''

''You should, Moony.'' added James, looking him in the eyes. ''She has the right to know.''

Peter just nodded his head, agreeing with his bestfriend.

''Right! You've been dating her for, what, a year now?'' said Sirius.

''Five months, Padfoot.'' sighed Remus.

''Same thing! You two have been doing the sweet, heart-shaped eyes at each other far longer than that. You were technically already dating!''

''Doesn't matter. I'm not telling her, it's too dangerous.'' He looked downwards at her, soft eyes and eyebrows crinkling. ''I want her to be safe.'' he added in a croaky whisper.

''She'll find out sooner or later, Moony. The girl is bloody Sherlock Holmes!''

''She won't.'' Remus replied, hugging her closer, oblivious to her heightened hearing.

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Y/N sipped on her pumpkin juice as her eyes fleeted throughout the whole Great Hall. Students were milling around, some eating, others reading and catching up on school work (professor Slughorn always did raise expectations up).

''Are you going to Hogsmeade this weekend?'' a voice said near her.

Y/N turned her head next to her, a mop of red hair greeting her. ''Hm? What? No, I don't think so.''

Lily frowned, as her hands reached for some toast. ''Why not? Have a butter beer while you're at it. Snog Remus on a secluded street.'' she smirked.

''Lily!'' exclaimed Y/N, smacking her friend on the arm.

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Sentiment.

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Fem! Reader

Word count: 3.3k

Requested? Yes! And it was by @gaitwae (i hope you like it <;3)

Summary: Sherlock finds himself entranced by Lestrade's best friend and co-worker.

Warnings: kinda office romance, fluff

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Sherlock Holmes was a man of pragmatism and cold truth. He could answer to any question, he could find a resolve in everything (science always played a part in this sense), but when his dear roommate and companion, John Watson, suggested that maybe the suspect was in love with the victim's wife, he felt repulsed by the idea.

"Absolutely not, John! Have you paid attention to the details, to the facts?"

John's eyebrows shot to the top of his head. "Have you?"

Scoffing, Sherlock put his hands in the coat's pockets. "Sentiment is a chemical defect found in the losing side. No, we're dealing with a cold murderer this time, not some love sick puppy. If he were in love, his eyes pupils would have dilated when we asked about her, but they did not. And I-'' he trailed off when he saw a familiar mop of hair appearing behind John and talking to Lestrade, a notebook in her arms.

John turned around, eyebrows still raised and he crossed his arms, a smirk finding its way on his lips. His eyes met Sherlock's again. "You were saying?"

Sherlock licked his suddenly dry lips and blinked. "I, uh-"

"Cat got your tongue, Sherlock?"

It was as if Sherlock's brain short circuited, cutting all the ties to reality. He blinked and gulped thickly. ''When in love and looking at the object of all your desires and affection, your pupils get dilated. The pulse gets increased and you feel your breath leaving you. But that's not true, that's just an illusion, it's your body reacting to hormones. It's just pure science, really.'' he said, whispering the last part and never taking his eyes off of Y/N.

She was laughing now, touching Lestrade's arm and shaking her head in amusement. And Sherlock felt his stomach twisting into something he couldn't name. He tilted his head. ''I'm right, aren't I, John?''

''I don't know, Sherlock, but it doesn't seem so to me.''

Sherlock's gaze slowly left Y/N's figure and met John's eyes. His eyebrows pinched together. ''Why do you say that?''

John's smirk never left his lips. ''Your pupils dilated.''

Sherlock nodded, a realization dawning on him. And his eyes were again on her, just drinking her in. ''They did, didn't they?''

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Y/N L/N was a woman of soft love and indulging daydreams. A pure romantic at heart, she could find meaning in every glance and smile (she did learn best from Jane Austen). But when her best friend and co-worker, Greg Lestrade, inquired about her new crush, she mumbled an excuse, blushing furiously and averting his gaze.

"Oh come on! I know you, Y/N! Been knowing you for years now. So, who is it?"

Shaking her head, Y/N replied. "No one."

Lestrade furrowed. "Then why are you blushing?"

''Why are we talking about this now? We're at a crime scene.'' she almost snapped.

Lestrade pursed lips, nodding and putting his hands in his pockets, his gaze looking in the distance at nothing particularly. And for awhile, neither of them said anything, the bustling of the forensic pathologists filling the air. Y/N fumbled with the notebook in her arms, her gaze sliding towards a certain curly haired man. They rarely talked about anything other than work, but she always found herself enticed by what he was saying. His mind worked in mysterious and interesting ways and she only wished to understand it more, to be the one overtaking his thoughts. Just like he did hers.

He met her eyes across the room and she felt her face flush. He acknowledged her with a nod of his head and she smiled his way.

''It's Sherlock, isn't it?'' voiced Lestrade besides her.

She snapped her head towards him, almost getting a whiplash. ''What?''

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My #1 post of 2022

The art of eye contact || Young! Remus Lupin x Fem! Hufflepuff! Reader

Pairing: Young! Remus Lupin x Fem! Hufflepuff! Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Summary: The three times they made eye contact and the one time he did something about it.

Warnings: none, just pure fluff. Idiots in love

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Honey.

That's what she saw when she met his eyes across Slughorn's class. They were sparkling and melting honey combs. Warm. Kind. Sweet. She only wished she could drown herself in them.

Slughorn's voice echoed in the background along with the bumbling of the cauldron in front of her. White noise. She paid no attention to them.

An elbow dug into her ribs brought her back to the present. Frowning, she turned to her friend, who just pointed her head subtly to the professor.

''Miss L/N, can you tell us what you smell from this cauldron?''

She gulped down the lump that was settling in her throat and took a few steps to the front of the class. Y/N could still feel his eyes on her, burning holes into her back. She took a whiff of the potion in front of her. Aromas embraced her and she suddenly felt lightheaded. She took a step back, clutching her robes in fists. ''I smell parchment, chocolate and... honey.''

Slughorn clapped, smiling. ''And can you tell me which potion it is?''

She opened her mouth to reply, but she quickly closed it, shaking her head.

''Yes, mister Lupin?''

She turned her head to where the honey eyed boy was sitting and felt her insides warm up. He was slowly lowering his hand, clearing his throat. ''It's Amortentia. Although, it's a love potion, it can't induce true love, just infatuation. Its smell is different to everyone, according to what attracts them.''

Slughorn's face lit up, once again. ''Very good, mister Lupin! Ten points to Gryffindor!''

Remus' eyes panned to hers, once again, and she felt her face burn.

''Please, miss L/N, you can go back to your seat.''

And she did, feeling his lingering gaze on her all the way to the desk and throughout the whole class.

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The Great Hall was bustling with chatter and laughter. The light came through the tall windows, painting the room in a low glow. There were owls delivering mail, dropping them from the air. The Daily Prophet plunged straight in Remus' mashed potatoes with a splash, small droplets sticking to his face and hands. ''Great.'' he muttered. After wiping away the food from his skin, he picked up the newspaper and started flipping through it. Something about dark forces rising were written in ink. Feeling a pair of eyes on him, Remus looked up from the pages.

There, across the room at the Hufflepuff table, sat the Potions girl. Her eyes met his and Remus felt his chest clenching and burning up. She softly smiled and he felt his own lips curling up. The hands on the newspaper loosened, letting The Daily Prophet fall right back into the mashed potatoes.

''Heaven help a fool who falls in love'' said Sirius from besides him, snickering.

Remus turned his head so fast that he was sure he would have gotten whiplash. ''What's that supposed to mean?''

''You're smitten'' smirked Sirius while he bit into the glistening and fat chicken leg.

Remus shook his head, sandy hair falling into his eyes. ''That's not true. We barely even talked!''

''Doesn't matter, mate, it's written all over your face.''

Remus threw Sirius a look. ''What's written over my face is annoyance.''

''Hmm, I beg to differ'' replied Sirius with a mouth full of food. He gulped down the meat, the rich aroma caressing his throat like a velvet to the touch. ''There's no time better than the present! You should ask her out. Someone will snatch her up.''

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lyspunkt-star · 2 years

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Prompt 10

When America was sad or depressed, or too shy to express her true feelings in front of Stephen, she would subconsciously whisper in Spanish.

But actually, since America was living in the sanctum in New York, Stephen has been secretly learning Spanish. Because even though he might never admit it, Stephen does love and care about her very much, and it’s unacceptable for him to see her upset while himself being unable to understand and help. Stephen would “accidently” appear and ask for help with something, or take her out for her favourite pizza or ice cream, or do anything he could to make her happy.

He never told her he could understand almost everything she said in Spanish now, so she wouldn't keep everything to herself or feel embarrassed.

America would whisper in Spanish that she loved Stephen without worrying he would find out. But every time he heard it, he would silently respond that he loved her too.

Until one day, she was badly injured/got sick and half-consciously mumbled painfully in Spanish. Stephen panicked, unconsciously began to comfort her and told her how much she meant to him in Spanish.

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andysbubba · 3 years

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he knows

-> it's tough to find the words to say. but andy figures you out either way

pairing | andy barber x reader

an | like big softie loverboy andy. andy's a giant understanding mf i love him lol. two posts in a day oh my god. i really missed writing and i really missed u guys too <3

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"Give me your hand."

Andy just stares down at you with an arched brow. His palm was still brushing through your hair while you rest your head on his lap.

"I don't trust you."

"If you trust me enough to not bite your dick off, you can trust me to hold your hand, Barber."

Andy snorts, the corner of his eyes crinkling as he laughs at your retort. "You never want to just hold my hand. What's your plan?"

You sigh at his stubborness, opting to wrap your fingers around his wrist that's on your head and dragging it down to rest on your chest. Your free hand digs into the pocket of your jeans, pulling out a little silver thing.

Andy watches you intently, grinning amusedly when you slide the ring on his ring finger as if it's a normal thing to do. You tug his hand down, letting it rest over your stomach and your eyes flutter close. Andy's more amused than surprised. You didn't even bother to explain what you did and Andy thinks that little display of affection is more adorable than amusing.

"Did you just propose and marry me without my consent?"

Your eyes stay closed. "It's a promise ring, dumbass."

Andy clears his throat, his newly-ringed hand sliding underneath your shirt and resting on your bare skin. "I'm sorry... what? Mind repeating that again? Couldn't hear you the first time."

Your eyes open, glaring sharply at him. "I don't mind taking it back. I can get a refund."

Andy chuckles, leaning down to press a soft kiss on your forehead. "What are you promising?"

It's a tough question to answer. It's one you don't exactly have the answer to.

"I dunno. That I'm yours or whatever."

Andy knows that it was hard for you to say those things. But he's more than happy you're trying.

"You want a promise ring too?"

You shook your head, shifting and sitting up on the sofa before straddling Andy's lap. Your heart's drumming in your chest as you tug the graphic tee you're wearing up, showing a new, little tattoo that Andy's never seen before. It's underneath your breast, just a little above your ribcage.

It's his initials. A.S.B tattooed neatly on your skin with a <3 right underneath the initials. Andy's silent for a moment, stunned before he glances up at you.

"You're serious? This isn't a temporary tat?"

It was an impulsive decision. You didn't want a ring– you wanted something more... permanent. And personal. Somehow, it just felt right to do it. Andy means alot to you, it's just tough to put your feelings into words.

"No." His thumb runs over the tattoo, and your breath hitches at the small action. "It's there for good."

"Were you drunk when you did this?" His gaze focuses on the black ink, his thumb fondly tracing over his initials.

"No."

"What does it mean?"

Your breath hitches once again at his question. He wasn't asking what the initials meant. He was asking what it meant for you. "Andy..."

He looks up at you, a hand cupping your jaw and his thumb rubbing the spot right underneath your eye. "Sweetheart,"

It's yet another question you can't answer. No words can describe what it really means.

"I love you so goddamn much, you know that?" Andy tugs you closer, arms wrapping around you as he nuzzles into your neck.

"I know."

Andy chuckles. "Good."

It warms your heart how he doesn't even asks or expects you to say it back. He understands you without you even saying anything and god it's so... something. Something you can't even describe because it's fucking special and only Andrew Stephen Barber is able to make you feel like this.

"I can't get a refund for the ring."

Andy looks at you quizzically, brows arched at your statement. "You lost the receipt?"

You scoff, cheeks burning at the thought of how sappy you'll sound. Maybe it's a little embarrassing to admit it.

"I made the ring at some ring-making workshop."

Andy barks out a laugh, bringing his hand up between you two and twisting his wrist to look at the ring. "I kinda feel special, sweetheart. How did you get my size right?"

You shrug his question off. "Just looked at the fingers of every guy in the workshop and tried to figure out which one is the closest to yours."

He arched and eyebrow but eventually burst out in a laugh. "You like my fingers that much?"

"I love your fingers." Your lips pull into a wide grin as you press a kiss on his lips, your nose gently brushing against Andy's.

No one has to know that you pulled yourself out of bed two hours earlier than Andy's 'wakey-wakey' time just to measure his ring finger.

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geeky-politics-46 · 2 years

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A Natural

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Sinister Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: Stephen begins teaching the mystic arts to your daughter, and you both ruminate on your current pregnancy.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - pregnant sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, light dirty talk, pet names, language, creampie, sweet fluffy sex

"Patience my little sorceress. I know you can do it. It just takes time and practice. Slow down and breathe. Okay? You are already doing much better than when I tried to teach mommy."

You stuck your tongue out at your husband across the room, making your daughter lose her concentration. She erupted in giggles when Stephen copied your silly action.

You strode towards the pair of them and took a seat on the couch behind where they were practicing. So you and your belly were out of the potential line of magical fire. While daddy and daughter worked on their magic you rubbed your growing pregnant belly and wondered if this child would take more after you or Stephen.

You knew Stephen wanted them to take after you. That way each of you had a mini me. You kinda wanted another Stephen to be honest. It would be chaotic, but god it would be hysterical. As much as you two had talked about wanting one of each, a boy and a girl, you had your suspicion that Stephen was secretly rooting for another girl.

He loved having a little girl to dote on. To play princess and tea party with. To watch Disney movies over and over with. To dance with her as if he was the Disney prince. To look at him like he hung the moon. He was a big softie really, despite all outward dark scary appearances, and once you had Donna he became a complete teddy bear.

It didn't take long for you and Stephen to conceive the second time around. Within six months, probably closer to three. The universe seemingly listened loud and clear to the intention once you put it out there. The universe seemed to be doing nothing but encouraging your little family to flourish. Soon you would be far enough along that Stephen would start to be able to sense whether you were adding a boy or another little girl to that family.

You didn't think Stephen could get any happier than the day you gave birth to Donna, until the day you found out you were officially pregnant a second time. He was practically bursting at the seams when you told him you were pregnant again. He literally picked you up and spun you around. Borderline jumping for joy.

You thought back to the days after you first fell into his world. To when getting him to even say full sentences to you was a stretch. He was a completely different man now. He was still your Stephen though. The man who was so determined to protect you at all costs. Even before he knew you he made it clear he would keep you safe, and he had never once faltered in that promise.

"Well maybe I would have stuck with it if you didn't start kissing me every time I couldn't do it and got upset. That kinda reinforced my wanting to get it wrong."

Stephen came over to where you were sitting and leaned down resting his hands on the bump you were now sporting. Pressing a kiss on the bump before leaning up to press several small kisses and one deeper one on your lips. Your daughter was starting to grow tired of your constant affections for each other. If it was even possible Stephen had gotten more lovey with you since you got pregnant again.

"Well if I didn't kiss you so much we might not have our little sorceress over here and that little one too. So all in all, I think it was still a win."

"Ew, can you guys please stop kissing?! I'm trying to practice magic with daddy."

In addition to starting the basics of regular schooling. Things like starting to read and write. Stephen had also decided that your barely past toddler age daughter was also going to start learning the basics of the mystic arts. Something that despite your apparent latent magical abilities, abilities that managed to rebirth bits and pieces of your universe, you had crashed and burned at. You never got beyond a few small sparks.

Stephen turned back to Donna but left both hands on your belly. You knew he was gonna try to bargain his way into a few more kisses. You could tell it was one of those days he would be all over you. After putting Donna to bed you were sure that he would want some frisky time. The fact that you were starting to show drove him absolutely bananas. Seeing your belly full with his baby was an aphrodisiac like nothing else for him. He practically drooled when he saw you naked. You kinda loved it. It made you like your changing body instead of worrying about it.

"I want two more good kisses from mama and I'll give you an extra 5 minutes of magic practice. Okay?"

"Just two?" You questioned, already not believing him.

"For now."

He quirked his eyebrows at you with a devilish look in his eyes before he moved in to place his last two kisses on your lips. The first one was just a little deeper and longer than it needed to be. The second one ending with a little lick along your bottom lip, clearly indicating that he had plans for you later. You gave him a little wink that you knew your daughter wouldn't catch, letting him know you were game for whatever he intended for the two of you later.

"Alright teacher, don't keep your star student waiting. The flunkie will just sit here and watch. Maybe this one will learn through osmosis."

You patted your belly and that made his eyes light up a little extra. He hadn't thought about making sure your unborn baby was exposed to his magic lessons too! It made sense. It was common for people to expose their unborn children to classical music in utero. Why not magic? He was gonna have to make sure you were around for more of these magic lessons. Just in case.

He turned his attention back to Donna and moved behind her, helping to position her hands. He had crafted a small sling ring for her that was frankly the cutest thing you had ever seen. They were both taking this very seriously, even if she probably wouldn't be capable of much magic for a couple more years.

"You've been hearing and seeing these spells since you were months old. I know you know them. Deep breath, and focus."

He took a deep breath with her and then let go of her shoulders to let her do the hand motions on her own. You watched in surprise when after a few more attempts you saw the first few orange gold sparks appear from her small fingers. Your hands flew up to cover your mouth in shock. Stephen had trouble containing his giddiness. He was trying so hard to stay in teacher mode and not go full proud parent.

It didn't stop Donna from jumping up and down, bouncing in a circle excitedly. It appeared that her father was right. She was going to be a natural sorceress.

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Your husband entered the room and quickly wrapped his arms around you from behind. Rubbing your baby bump with both hands and burrowing his face into your neck. Purring as he held you close. This time, knowing you were pregnant from the very start, he was making sure to note all the small little things that changed about you as well as the big things. For example, your scent had changed. It was something he noticed a few weeks after you took the test that came back positive. You started to smell sweeter and warmer. A little bit more musky. Normally your scent had a bit of crispness to it, almost a citrus bite. Now it was like that citrus had ripened to it's peak.

He was also paying very close attention to every tiny bit your body grew. He had been the one to notice the first time your bump had become visible, even before you caught it. He didn't let you sleep at all that night. He just couldn't keep his hands off of you for longer than 10 mins at a time. You really didn't think you would have been so happy to see your body change so drastically if you didn't have a partner who embraced it so much.

He had started leaving small kisses along your skin and it wasn't long before they turned from sweet pecks to heated love nips. His favorite time of the day was when he got to steal a few moments alone with you and he always tried to make the most of them. He had just put Donna to bed and now all his attention could be lavished onto you. He loved being a father, but you were the thing that his world revolved around. The true center of his universe.

You couldn't help but crane your neck and let your head tilt to the side a little to give your husband better access to the smooth warm skin he was seeking. He quickly took advantage of it and let his teeth nip at a spot just below your jaw prompting you to inhale sharply through your nose. He licked at the spot tenderly to soothe it before taking it in his teeth again. Just to make sure. Even if he couldn't leave marks all over your neck like he used to, unless he wanted your daughter asking all sorts of questions, he still liked to leave one little one here or there.

Even if you were currently bearing the most obvious and beautiful mark he could ever leave on you. Your growing pregnant belly. Slowly becoming more visible day by day. Until you could hold your new little baby in your arms and he could drown you both, and Donna, in even more love than he thought his heart could give. His little family. After that he wanted to mark you that way all over again. Keep adding to your family until the Sanctum ran out of rooms.

"Do you know how much I love you my darling wife? How much I adore and worship you? How I would move heaven and Earth and the entire multiverse for you?"

"You don't have to lay it on quite so thick Stephen. I thought from earlier you already knew you were gonna get lucky tonight."

"Doesn't matter. I just wanted to tell you how much I love you. Every little thing about you. How grateful I am that you came into my life. Even how utterly terrible you are at the mystic arts. Everything. Because you are the reason for our magical little girl, and this little magic being. The fact that I get to make love to you is just the icing on the cake. Even if you never let me fuck you again I would still worship at your feet."

"Well I think we both know I'm never going to stop letting you fuck me Stephen Strange, and hey not everybody can be a natural wizard like you. You are just lucky our daughter takes after her incredibly gifted and amazing father.”

His eyes narrowed at you through the mirror when you called him a wizard. You knew the title drove him up the wall when you did that, which made it one of the funnest things to do. It was one of the ways you liked to poke and tease him about the most. You were trying to hold back a grin when he put on his best scary and sinister face. A look that had no doubt sent chills through many, but for you it just made the butterflies he gave you start to flit through your stomach faster.

“You are lucky you are the wife and mother of two, soon to be three, powerful sorcerers, love. Otherwise calling me a wizard would have dire consequences.”

Without any warning he scooped you up and carried you over to the bed. Letting you fall and bounce somewhat unceremoniously upon landing on the soft mattress, amid the fluffy blankets and covers. He grabbed your ankle and yanked you over to the side of the bed. You were too busy trying to cover your mouth to keep your yelps and laughter down to a volume Donna wouldn't hear to do much but wiggle in fake protest. Playfully swatting at his chest as he threw himself on top of you, making sure to be mindful of your belly, and descended on you smothering you in kisses.

After a few sloppy excited kisses on both of your cheeks your lips finally met. The kiss was sweet and playful but still full of passion and desire. The feel of one of Stephen's hands coming to brush against your cheek making you press farther into his touch. His lips curled into a smile against yours as he continued his kisses. He loved feeling how you responded to his touch. You had never shied away from him.

After a few more moments you were growing impatient with the slow lazy tempo Stephen had set. Your pregnancy hormones made your libido stronger, and the two of you had enough trouble getting enough of each other even before. To try and communicate your need for more you nipped at his bottom lip and arched your back to press your breasts tighter against his chest. You craved the feeling of his body on yours. Your breath getting quicker.

He chuckled teasingly as you whined when he pulled away. He loved knowing that you were just as needy for him as he always was for you. Especially since now that you were showing he knew he had been near insatiable. He always worried about whether you were just trying to appease him. He knew you loved him, but his mind always liked to try and play tricks on him. Perhaps it was a lingering effect of the Darkhold, but he always worried in the back of his mind that he would never be worthy of the life you had given him. Feeling your body respond to him, your love and want for him, soothed those fears.

"Seems like someone is feeling a little needy. What got you riled up? Hmm?"

"You know I love watching you do magic. Watching your hands and fingers, seeing you so confident. Then you come in here and get all lovey. You can't be surprised at what you do to me Stephen."

"Well, an incredibly sexy, beautiful, amazing woman did tell me I was a natural with magic. Of course she did also call me a wizard, knowing full well the correct term is sorcerer. Good thing I'm crazy about her."

You gazed into Stephen's sparkling blue eyes as he smiled down at you. His body had settled on the bed beside you, staying pressed tight to you. The hand that wasn't at your face running up and down your side. Each pass letting the night shirt you were wearing creep higher up the side of your hip. His fingertips now making contact with the soft warm skin he loved so much.

"Good thing indeed, because she is crazy about you."

His lips lowered to yours again in a loving caress. Stopping in between kisses to nuzzle his face against yours. His heart fluttering every time his facial hair tickled you and made you giggle. He let himself melt into your kiss and let his body mold to yours, pulling your leg up to wrap around his hip when both your arms looped around his neck. Soft little moans starting to sneak past both of your lips as you drank each other in. Each noise spurring the other on, wanting to pull more from the other.

Eventually your hands skimmed along the neck of his tunic and robes, starting to pull them loose from his body. Another whine of protest coming from you when he pulled away from your mouth to rid himself of his boots and the top half of his robes. Your pout disappeared as the smooth pale expanse of his chest came into clear view. The sinew of lean muscle on his back was visible as he turned to throw his clothes to the side. You couldn't take your eyes off of his as you watched him undress. Unable to find the desire to strip yourself when you could just watch him. He was beautiful. Everything about him was beautiful.

You felt your cheeks flush as he turned and looked at you while moving to start removing his pants. His gaze darkening when he saw you sheepishly try to hide the hormone driven blush on your cheeks. He knew what he was doing to you and he was loving every second of it. After getting the button and zipper of his pants undone he crawled back on top of you, spreading your legs so he could settle his weight between them and kissed you with a renewed hunger. Nipping at your lips when he felt your arms loop around his waist and over his low back. Your palms pressing into him as you let your hands slide under the fabric of his pants and grab at his ass.

The feel of his skin through the fabric of his boxers quickly stopped being enough for you. So just as quickly as you had grabbed a hold of his ass you let go, only to swiftly slide them past the elastic of his underwear to once again dig your nails into his strong backside. Both layers of fabric starting to slide down more the tighter you cling to him. The elastic band now pressing against the base of his quickly hardening cock making him thrust forward against you. A groan coming from both of you at the friction he created.

You needed to feel all of him. At times his touch felt like a drug. One hit to your system only made you crave more. So you didn't have to let go of him with your hands, you started trying to push his pants and boxers down with your feet. After a little bit of struggling you succeeded in shoving both layers down to his knees. The feel of his cock being freed making him gasp against your neck in between kisses.

Stephen pulled away and rolled beside you on the bed to finish getting his pants off, leaving him completely naked. You gazed at his nude form and practically purred at how sexy he was. How sexy your naked husband, the father of your babies was. You started rubbing at your belly as you got up on your knees, thinking about the fact that he put that baby there. The way he looked at you made you feel so sexy and wanted. You could feel his eyes on you as you pulled your night shirt over your head and threw it to the side. Your breasts and belly now on full display, leaving you in just your panties.

As you took your top off Stephen couldn't help but start to stroke himself a few times. He wanted you, he needed you. He beckoned you to come crawl on his lap before you could do anything else. Tonight he wanted to watch as you rode him.

As you crawled over and got on top of him, Stephen made a small wave of his hand and your panties magically disappeared.

"That's cheating you know."

A shit eating grin appeared on his face. He started running his hands up your legs, from your knees to your hips. Then letting them cradle your belly before moving up to cup your breasts, letting his thumbs strum over your nipples.

"Oh but I thought you liked watching me use magic. Watching my hands and fingers. Although there are much better things I can be doing with them."

He let his fingers curl around your ribs and urged you to lean forward, lowering your chest so your breasts were right in his face. After a quick nuzzle in between them he took one nipple in his mouth. His tongue circled it until he felt it stiffen before licking and sucking on it. Then he repeated the actions on your other breast. After he finished lavishing your breasts with attention he moved back up your neck to your lips. Kissing you deeply and letting his tongue lick over yours adding to the heat and tension.

"Ride me baby. Wanna watch you ride my cock. Use me to make yourself feel good darling."

He moved one hand down between your bodies as you lifted your hips to position the tip of his cock against your entrance. You immediately started sliding down on him. Moaning when you felt your hole starting to stretch around him. Taking him in a little bit before pulling back up and pushing down again and going a little bit farther. Working to pull every ounce of pleasure from that first delicious penetration. From that first delicious stretch that made you feel so full. Once you had bottomed out and had taken all of his cock inside you, you stopped your motions. Letting both of you bask in the feeling.

Stephen brought his hands to your hips and started urging you to roll your hips forward to grind your pelvic bone against his, aiming to start stimulating your clit. You happily obliged. You loved that he tried to put your pleasure first most of the time, even when he was feeling greedy. He got off on seeing you shaking and moaning his name. So you let him start to grind your hips against him, bringing your hands to the sides of his head and leaning down to kiss him.

Once you could tell you were getting closer to orgasm and felt the ball of heat growing in your low belly you urged his hands down to your thighs letting you sit up straight. Placing your hands over his you started to lift your body up and down on his cock. Moving teasingly slowly at first so you could feel each vein on his cock as you moved. Carefully starting to build your speed and force as you started to bounce faster. Pulling yourself up higher and moving your hands to his thighs, leaning back to make sure Stephen got a view of his cock sliding in and out of you. Making sure he could see the way your slick glistened on his skin, the way you had drenched his cock.

He was hypnotized as he watched you. You looked like a goddess in the flesh. His very own goddess carrying his child. Seeing your growing belly as you rode him made his head spin. Every bounce of your body had him teetering on the edge of his control. He could feel his balls pulling closer to his body and knew he wasn't going to last much longer, but he had to get you there first. He had to. This was non-negotiable in his mind.

Pulling one hand free from your grasp he licked his thumb and quickly brought it back down to start stroking your clit. His initial touch of the sensitive spot making your mouth fall open and your eyes fall shut. He grinned to himself as he started circling and stroking the nerve filled bundle, listening for just the right noise that meant he found that perfect spot on your clit. While he did he repositioned himself with his feet flat on the bed, starting to thrust his hips up gently to meet yours. When you started whimpering and your bounces on him started losing their rhythm he started urging you on with sweet praises.

"That's it, love. I love watching you fall apart for me. Love feeling your pussy squeeze me so tight when you cum on my cock. I will never get tired of making you cum. So beautiful and so fucking perfect. Cum for me baby, just let go. Love you so much."

When he felt your cunt start to flutter around him he took over the thrusting, but didn't stop his ministrations on your clit. You let the warm energetic pulse in the pit of your belly take over as your own movements slowed. Letting the electric wave of your orgasm sweep through your body out to your fingers and toes. Your head dropping back and a deep satisfied groan coming from your chest.

Once the feeling waned and you floated back down to reality, you smiled at the man below you. Lowering your chest down to his and running your fingers into his hair as you kissed him over and over, whispering to him in between kisses. Pressing Your hips back to meet his thrusts with a faster and harder repetition. Wanting to work him to his climax just as he worked you to yours.

"I love you too Stephen. You make me feel so good. Want to make you feel just as good. Wanna make you cum baby. Love to feel you cum in me. Fill me up Stephen. Give me everything."

His hips picked up to a pounding speed as you coaxed him on. Strained groans falling from his lips and his eyebrows furrowed. A deep growl coming from him as you felt him tip over the edge and start to fill you. Feeling his cock throb inside you over and over until you were practically leaking with his seed. For another moment he didn't let you move off of him. Wanting to stay in that moment, suspended in time, for as long as he could.

Eventually he let you move to clean yourself and him up before crawling back in bed next to him. You knew he hadn't taken his eyes off of you the entire time. He only relaxed again once you had snuggled back into his arms and he felt you relax with a deep exhale. Exchanging whispered "I love yous", before the weight of sleep took hold.

He held you tight in his arms and watched as you fell into a heavy sleep. Yeah you may have been shit at the mystic arts, but you had a magic that was all you own. A magic that Stephen wasn't sure he would ever fully understand, but he was okay with that as long as he could continue to bask in it with you.

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