#uhh btw i like Scott.. surprise ?.?

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do you reckon this only reinforced Scott's disdain of Joel's usual playstyle? He died because he hunted someone down -> he will most likely never do it again and judge people who do

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Hiiii. okay well I had an idea and I thought maby requested it? anyways, can you write a one-shot of mccall!reader that like no one take her seriously and no one really care of her but like one time a new villan come to them and just fight with them and ask them where is reader and wanna kill us and they are like but she is just a human and really stupid andddd then we come and save them and reveal our powers, like scarlet witch powers? and we have a really big fight with the villan anf OK just this. Maybe even a little stiles × reader at the end? 3/> luv your account btw

OMG i absolutley love this! and thank you <3 means a a lot! also i'm gonna make this a stiles x reader because i LOVE stiles. he's the reason i started watching teen wolf in the first place sooo i hope you enjoy this.

Buried deep in

Being the twin sister of scott mccall is not at all what people think. Ever since he got his werewolf powers or whatever its been all about "saving the world" and he never has time just to chill out with family anymore. Don't get me wrong i love the pack meetings but i hate that everybody excludes me. well, except stiles. He always makes sure to make sure i get my point across even when were sitting on limited time.

"No scott, what i mean is-" i said being cut of by a rushed scott. “No y/n you know I love you but we don’t have the time” he said. We’re all standing around scott and i’s table during a pack meeting. I sit back and glare at scott once again from the opposite side of him. I sigh unfolding my hands standing up abruptly making everyone stare at me. “Y/n nows not the ti-“ scott says aggravated with his sister. “No! No I’m so done!” yelled back at him “you never listen to me anymore. I’m not weak! I’m always trying to help but you never listen” I yelled. “You obviously Don’t need me so why bother?” I said backing out of the room. Walking to the front door grabbing my keys and helmet out of the house and onto my bike. Kinda like Scott’s just f/c and not green. I put the key in the ignition and started the bike. I lifted the petal and was about to drive off but a hand on my shoulder stopped me. I turned and saw stiles. “What do you want stiles” I sighed putting the petal back down. “Well I- I saw that you were gonna drive off without your helmet on. Safety first ya know” he said holding up my helmet with a goofy grin on his face. He saw my hurt expression and his face fell. “Look y/n, nobody thinks your weak. Especially not me” he said with the most sincere expression on his face. “You do. All of you do, ever since Peter happened you guys have been on edge with me, you barley even let me talk anymore” I said aggravated. “Y/n I know there’s more to you. Something in me is telling me that your more that we know.” He said avoiding eye contact with me. I looked at him surprised “I uhh- I gotta go” I said putting my helmet on and driving off, leaving the boy standing there sad.

Yn drove to the opening of beacon preserve where all this mess started. She turned off her bike and put the petal down. She got off of her bike leaving the keys in the ignition but taking off her helmet and setting it on the handle of the bike. She stepped over the the chains to the entrance and walked in.

Ever since Peter bit scott and i everything’s been different. Even me. I didn’t turn into a werewolf or a banshee or a kanima. I turned into a witch. Yes the spell casting, mind controlling, telekinetic kind. No wands no spell books just me. I have this overwhelming anger in my heart. Or it could be hurt. But that built onto the power flowing through my veins. As I walked further into the woods I came across an open field. I sat in the middle thinking about my life over the past couple of months. How shit they’ve been. The memories bought tears to my eyes. I continued thinking about the awful things that had happened recently. I lost my best friend Erica to the alphas. I never really had time to dwell on it. My best friend since I was in diapers. Much like Scott and stiles. She was gone. I felt myself break down tears ran freely down my face, my hands shook. My body’s emotions were finally spilling over the edge and I couldn’t stop it. The sadness turned to anger that grew and grew until I couldn’t control it. My body lifted off of the ground as a orange aura surrounded my hands. The anger grew and grew until I blew up. I screamed. Loud. Finally letting free all of the power and emotions I had built up overtime. E wave of energy bursted from my body as I screamed. My body dropped back to the ground after the energy subsided. I felt amazing. Like I had all the control in the world. I smiled looking up to the sky with tears still streaming down my face. I finally had the control I needed to prove myself. Maybe stiles was right. Maybe I am so much more than the rest.

AN: this is short I know but… I’m making this a 2 part because I have a lot for the second part I just need to plan it out so it’s not so rushed. Also I didn’t see your first request idk what it was but I’ll make sure to check my inbox

[derangedangel]

Thanksgiving Invitation - Scott McCall

Scott McCall x Reader

Summary: You can’t fly home for Thanksgiving break, so Scott invites you to spend it with him.

Word count: 2,212

Author’s note: So I have a Stiles one that’s basically like this, and I know before I started writing, I requested someone else to do this same imagine. Apparently, I’ve got a thing for your crush inviting you home for the holidays. Sue me. BTW, this takes place Junior year of college.

Thanksgiving break in high school was great. A whole week off from school, a huge meal with your family, then shopping on Friday. In college, you were reduced to two and half days off. Wednesday at noon, the campus closed, but what were you supposed to do with that. 

On the Tuesday before Thanksgiving break, the cafeteria made Thanksgiving dinner at lunch. It was always a huge deal on campus. They had everything, turkey, dressing, mac and cheese. All kinds of cakes and pies. You and few of your classmates were in the caf just finishing your lunch.

“That was probably the best thing this caf has ever made,” Scott said next to you.

“I definitely prefer my dad’s fried turkey, but that was pretty good,” you said picking away at your slice of cake with your fork. 

“Oh, my mom makes a pumpkin pie you would die for,” Scott said as he patted his stomach. “This one can’t even compare. I can’t wait for Thanksgiving.”

“Well, have an extra piece for me,” you said sighing. You dropped your fork on your plate making a clink noise.

“What’s wrong,” Scott asked smelling your chemo signals. You were sad. Disappointed, maybe?

“I’m staying here for Thanksgiving.”

“What? Why?”

“Finals are next week. And honestly, I don’t have the money to fly home tomorrow just to turn around, fly back Sunday, then fly back for winter break.” You looked up at Scott with sad eyes. You already accepted you lame Thanksgiving weeks ago.

“But it’s Thanksgiving. You shouldn’t be here,” Scott tried to argue.

“It’s fine,” you said shrugging. “The international students are having an event and inviting anyone who can’t go home for break. I’ll just grab a plate from them and watch a movie.”

“Why don’t you come home with me,” Scott blurted out suddenly. 

You smiled softly at Scott. “Scott, that’s really sweet, but I’m not riding on the back of your bike for two hours. Plus, I don’t think my suitcase will fit.”

“Oh,” Scott said rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, I didn’t think about that.” He thought for a moment then spoke again. “Give me some time and I’ll figure it out.”

You giggled. “Scott, it’s okay,” you said placing your hand on Scott’s. “I already accepted my sad little Thanksgiving. I’ll see my family in two weeks after finals.”

“No,” Scott said jumping up. “I’m going to figure this out. You’re going to have an actual Thanksgiving.” And with that, Scott grabbed his plate and cup and left the table. You turned and smiled at your other friends shaking your head about Scott. He was sweet, but as for now, a Thanksgiving in your dorm was scheduled on your calendar.

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A knock sounded at your door. You sat your laptop down, rolled out of bed, and then answered it. Scott was standing there with the biggest grin you had ever seen on his face.

“I hope you like pumpkin pie,” he said. You stepped aside to let him in.

“Uhh, I prefer pecan, but why the sudden urge for me to like pumpkin?”

“Because my mom would be really disappointed if you didn’t love her pie.”

“What are you talking about, Scott?”

“You’re coming home with me for Thanksgiving,” he said excitedly. He was like a cute little puppy smiling at you waiting for you to pet him.

“We talked about this already,” you said turning and hopping onto your bed.

“That was before.”

“Before what,” you asked.

“Before I called my mom and convinced her to drive down and pick the both of us up for Thanksgiving break.”

“What,” you asked shocked. “Scott, I can’t have your mom drive all the way down here-,” you began to argue but Scott interrupted.

“Too late, “he said shaking his head. “She already said yes, and she’s expecting both of us to be ready to go by 1 o’clock tomorrow,” Scott said proudly.

Your mouth dropped open in surprise. You weren’t sure what to say. “Scott, I..”

“Look, I know you were fine with not going home, but I couldn’t let you stay here alone over the holiday.”

“You didn’t have to do that, though. I don’t want your mom going out of her way for me.”

Scott stepped closer to you placing his hand next to you on the bed. “She wants to do it. I want to do it. You can stop trying to talk me out of it because it’s happening,” he said smiling sweetly at you.

“Okay,” you said smiling back.

“Good,” he said taking a step back, heading for the door walking backwards. “Pack a bag. I’ll come by your dorm tomorrow at 12:45 to get you.”

“Alright, Scotty,” you said happy about your new Thanksgiving plans.

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The next day Scott came by your dorm and helped you carry your bag to his dorm building where his mom was going to pick the two of you up. This was your first time meeting Mrs. McCall and she was incredibly sweet. The first thing she did was hug you and told you to call her Melissa, not Mrs. McCall. You were expecting the ride to be awkward. Two hours in the car with your male friend you had a crush on and his mom who you just met wasn’t something people really looked forward to. Surprisingly, the ride went okay. Melissa didn’t pry too much into your life or ask was anything happening between you and her son.

On Thanksgiving, Scott’s friend Stiles and his dad came over, and so did Melissa’s boyfriend Argent as well. It made you a little more nervous being surrounded by all these people from Scott’s life. You felt like the odd man out, but Scott constantly checked on you to make sure you were alright.

Everyone brought their own dish to the table. Sheriff Stilinski cooked the turkey. Argent, who didn’t seem like the homey cooking type of person to you, made the green bean casserole. Melissa made the macaroni and cheese and the pumpkin pie, which Scott kept raving about. You giggled at Scott’s contribution, which was just throwing the Kings Hawaiian rolls into the oven for a few minutes. He argued that it was more than what Stiles did which was just opening a can of cranberry sauce. You felt bad that you didn’t contribute to the dinner. Normally, your mom did all of the cooking and you just helped, so you didn’t know any actual recipes. Melissa assured you that it was fine. You were a guest and didn’t have to do a thing.

Dinner came and went. Everything was delicious and yes, Scott was right about his mom’s pumpkin pie. You and Scott washed the dishes together, bumping hips and throwing soap bubbles at each other. Scott, Stiles, and you decided you would go to the movies after everything was done. The adults were in the living room making small talk, so there was no point in you three hanging around for that.

Before you left, you went to go grab your coat and Melissa pulled Scott aside.

“I like her,” Melissa whispered to her son.

“Yeah, I do, too,” Scott whispered back looking up the stairs where you just went.

“Then do something about it,” she replied nudging him. “You haven’t dated anyone since Kira.”

“I know,” Scott sighed. “But I told myself I was just going to focus on school.”

“Oh, your grades are fine, Scott. It’s okay to date and fall in love. You can’t force yourself to be single all through college. You deserve to be happy.”

“I am happy, mom,” Scott pointed out.

“I know. But she makes you happy. And if you deny yourself that for some pre-college promise you made to yourself, you’re going to miss out on a good thing. You don’t just invite any girl home for Thanksgiving,” Melissa said then walked back to the living room.

The only decent thing to watch at the theater that wasn’t sold out was The Good Dinosaur, so you all decided on that. Scott sat in the middle of the three of you, holding the popcorn in his lap. Being the baby that you were, you cried as soon as the dad died in the movie and Scott reached over and grabbed your hand. You sniffled in his direction and smiled. He kept his hand there for the rest of the movie never letting go. The words his mom said echoing in his head.

After the movie, Scott drove you all back to his place. Stiles talked about the movie the whole way back and you couldn’t help but laugh. You sat in the passenger seat and Stiles stuck his head through the middle asking your opinion on the movie. When you pulled up to Scott’s house, you and Scott lingered out by the car but Stiles didn’t catch the hint.

“Is it like mandatory for Disney to only have one parent in their movies?”

“I don’t know Stiles,” Scott said annoyed his friend wouldn’t shut up for one minute.

“I mean, I’m sure they can make a good movie without killing off a parent as a plot device.”

“They’ve done it before,” you said sighing but smiling none the less.

“It was still a great movie though,” Stiles said. “I know it will get nominated for an Oscar.”

“I’m sure of it, Stiles,” Scott said attempting to casually nod his head to the door. Stiles stood there in silence while you giggled at Scott’s not so subtle attempt to get you two alone. It finally clicked in Stiles head what Scott was trying to do.

“Ohhh,” he said a little too loudly. He stretched his arms over his head yawning dramatically faking his tiredness. “I think I’m going to go ahead and head inside. Tell my dad it’s time we head home,” he said as he took big steps back heading towards Scott’s home. “It might take us a while to pack up our leftovers. Like ten minutes. Yeah.” Scott shook his head at his best friend watching him step inside the house.

“Sorry about him.”

“Don’t be,” you said. “He’s funny.”

“He talks a little too much sometimes,” Scott said running his hand through the back of his hair.

“I like him though,” you said shrugging. “It was nice to meet your best friend.”

“It was? I was sure he talked your ear off in the car.”

“He did, but I liked getting to see you in your element. School is one thing, but this is different.”

“So you had a good time,” Scott asked.

“Yeah, I did,” you said smiling up at him. “Next year I’ll have to bring you to my home. My mom makes the most incredible dressing. I still haven’t figure out how to make it yet. She literally throws everything in there but the kitchen sink and she doesn’t follow a recipe.”

Scott’s eyes lit up after you mentioned him coming home with you next year. He wasn’t really hearing anything you said about your mom’s dressing. He was just stuck on the idea of you and him together for another holiday.

“Next year,” Scott asked, a little goofy grin on his face.

“Uhh, yeah. I mean, you were nice enough to bring me home. It’s only right that I return the favor,” you replied fiddling with your fingers. Scott didn’t say anything for a moment and it made you nervous. Maybe you had been reading the signs all wrong. Maybe he was just a sweet guy that didn’t want you to be alone on Thanksgiving. “That’s only if you want to of course,” you quickly explained.

Scott sensed your nervousness and hurriedly tried to assure you. “Of course I want too!” He said a little too excitedly for his liking. “I mean, uh, it would be nice to meet your family.”

“It would,” you asked happily.

“Yeah,” Scott spoke softly.

Scott’s gaze dipped to your lips then back up to your eyes. You became even more nervous than before and began twirling your ponytail in between your fingers. Scott stepped closer to you, licking his lips. You eyelids fluttered shut as Scott leaned down to kiss you. At first, Scott only kissed your lips briefly before pulling back. Then you reached up connecting your lips again. The kiss was slow making your heart quicken with every second. Scott wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his warm body. The November night air made you cold, but right now you didn’t care. Your hands slowly came up and rested on Scott’s shoulders.

Right as Scott began to deepen the kiss, the front door opened and Sheriff Stilinski, Stiles, Melissa, and Argent came outside. Neither one of you realized until the Sheriff cleared his throat. You and Scott jumped apart but it was too late. All the adults were just smiling down at the two of you.

“Alright Scotty,” Stiles cheered nodding his head.

Your cheeks grew red as you mumbled an “Oh my God” to Scott and buried your face in your hands. Scott gave his best friend a look and Stiles tried to defend himself.

“Hey, I tried to stall, but they already packed up all the food.”

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Witch Way Is Right? Part 8

AN: Ok, so this basically shows how the team is still a little bit split up after Civil War… Reader thought everything was fine but later finds out the horrible dark truth. I’m gonna change it up a little here. When I use Y/N, I won’t use parenthesis, so be on the lookout for that. Also, btw if you don’t know who Baron Mordo is, he’s this guy from Doctor Strange:

Summary: (Y/N) is a male witch and also comes from a family of witches. When (Y/N) is backed up in a corner by his brother, who chose the dark path, he is forced to choose his own fate, choosing the light path. This causes an Ecliptic War between Light and Dark Witches. During this war, an eclipse (both solar and lunar) is happening, and won’t end until one brother is left standing. With the help of the Avengers and other helpful heroes, will (Y/N) be able to defeat his brother, or will the world be forever secluded in darkness?

Subject: Avengers x Male!Reader/Steve Rogers x Male!Reader

Characters: Y/N, Avengers, Alex (Brother), Doctor Strange, Wong, Mom OC, Dad OC, Baron Mordo

Tags: @uselessace @avengersohyeah @lzzywinchester @thegreatficmaster @writeyouin

Word Count: 1.8k

Masterlist!

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Later The Night:

Alex’s POV:

“Éna máti gia éna máti!” (An eye for an eye!) I say, as I conjour up a spell to spy on Y/N. Baron taught me this a few months ago and I have to admit this isn’t the first time I’ve used it on him, but it IS the first time I’ve done it against him. Usually, I’d use the spell just to check up on him and my parents. See how they were doing, if they needed any help, or if there was someone messing with Y/N that I had to privately take care of.

Even after I chose the dark path, I still wanted to be apart of the family, but I knew my parents wouldn’t want me to after Dad’s huge fight with Baron. I chose the dark path because Baron told me all the things I’d be able to do with it compared to if I chose the light path like my parents wanted me to. But now that I have, I don’t regret a single thing. Well, maybe a couple things.

“Alex, did you see anything while using that spell I told you about?” Baron asked, walking into our study to check up on me.

“Yeah.” I answered, “I guess Tony Stark is gonna be throwing a party for Y/N somewhere in the UK. I think that gives us the perfect opportunity to try out that true feelings spell, seeing as how Stark and Rogers are still on bad terms. What I just saw through Y/N’s eyes basically confirms it.”

“You’re right. All of them in the same room together. Something is bound to erupt.” Baron says. Although we do have some powerful dark witches on our side for the war, we still want to make sure that Y/N’s side will be easy to dominate. “I want you to cast that spell whenever you think it’s the right time, but make sure its during the party. If we play our cards right, we can cause the team disband again and Y/N won’t have the help he needs to win the war!”

All think planning, and I remember that Stark told Y/N that he was gonna have a mystery teacher to help him with his powers. I walk to the couch and sit down with an exasperated sigh that doesn’t go unnoticed by Baron, who takes a seat next to me. “What is it, my apprentice? Is something troubling you?” he asks.

“It’s just what Stark told my brother the other time I spied on him. He told him something about a mystery sorcerer coming to teach Y/N about his new advanced powers.” Baron nods at me to continue. “You wouldn’t happen to know who this mystery sorcerer is, would you?”

“I have an idea of who it might be. But if it is who I think it is, then we have to be careful about our next move.” He explains as I nod in understanding. “Let’s go. We need to prepare our selves for the spell.”

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Meanwhile:

Reader’s POV:

I look at the clock and it reads 3:25 p.m. I look in the mirror to check myself out. Never thought I’d be wearing a tux again after Homecoming except for prom. I have to admit though, I look pretty neat. My ‘Welcome to the Team’ party starts at tomorrow at 12 p.m. there (which is 4 a.m. here), so that means we’ll have time to relax and Tony will have time to get everything set up. At least, thats what he told me.

My thoughts were interrupted by the knock on my room door. “Who is it?” I ask, but didn’t hear anything. I go back to grooming myself until I hear another knock on the door. Annoyed, I start walking to the door and ask whl it is again but still no answer. I open the door and see none other than my parents!

“Surprise, kiddo!” My dad says to me and I jolt to them in a bone crushing embrace. I know its only been a day, but with whats been going on, I really needed to see them right now. The sound of my mom sobbing while hugging me is powerful enough to even cause me to shed tears of my own. I really want to tell them the things Alex put me through while I was gone, but I think the last thing they need is to know that. For now I just want to spend time with them as much as I can.

After what felt like half an hour of hugging and crying with my parents, we finally let go and I let them in my room to talk. They catch me up on almost everything, like how everyone back home is doing, and how people are reacting to the solar and lunar eclipses, saying that they’re lucky to experience such an astronomical phenomenon. I thought people would be freaked about the eclipses but according to my parents, everyone is loving it and saying they’re glad they’re alive to see something so beautiful. That makes me feel a little better.

Two hours pass and I finally get a text from Tony telling us to head to the airport to fly to London. We enter the vehicle thats waiting for my parents and I in front of the Avengers HQ building. Tony told me that our driver was happy but when I saw him, he didn’t look all that happy to me. On our way to the airport, I get another text this time from Steve.

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Steve: Hey Y/N! It’s Steve.

Y/N: Oh hey Steve. How’d you get my number?? lol

Steve: Friday told me. Anyways, are you guys almost to the airport?

Y/N: Yea actually we should be there in like… 30 mins?

Steve: Awesome! Also, when we’re at the party, can you do me a favor?

Y/N: Uhh sure… What is it tho?

Steve: Don’t drink a DROP of alcohol… I know you’re 18 and you really wanna celebrate, but you can do that without drinking and I really wouldn’t feel comfortable with an 18 year old drinking… Just promise me you won’t 😕

Y/N: Ok. I won’t 😉

Steve: Great! I really appreciate it! See ya soon! 😇

Y/N: Yea see ya! 😈

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Welp, I’m gonna get fucking hammered at this party. I mean who does Steve think he is trying to tell me what not to do just because he’s not comfortable with it? It’s not like he’s boyfriend or my dad or anything. My parents pick up on my frustration a few minutes after. “Hey, sweetie. Is everything alright?” my mom asks.

I turn to her and give her a half smile as an idea pops in my head. “I just need to know something.” I say as my parents nod for me to continue speaking. “Since I’m at the legal age to drink in the UK, how much am I allowed to drink exactly?”

They both share glances towards each other, a smile writen on their faces before my dad turns back to me. “Your mother and I were talking about this when we heard from Mr. Stark about the party. We think its a great idea that he’s decided to have the party in the UK so you can properly celebrate your recruitment to the Avengers.” He explains.

“And as an Avenger, we expect you to make your own decisions not just for yourself, but for your team as well.” My mom adds. “So, we’re allowing you to drink as much as you want. Just don’t get too drunk.”

My eyes widened as I’m surprised by my parents decision. Not only are they allowing me to drink, but they’re trusting me to be responsible on how much I drink too. I’m so excited now for this party, that I don’t think the smile on my face could get any bigger.

As we finally arrive at the plane, which is called Stark Airlines of course, I see Nat and Clint sitting together, Bucky and Sam sitting together across from them, and Steve sitting alone behind Bucky and Sam. I wonder if he caught on to that d evil emoji I sent him. I try walking past him, but he grabs my wrist gently enough for me to stop and glance at him.

“Hey, when we were texting earlier, I think you sent me the wrong emoji.” He says.

“No, it was the smiling devil emoji, right?” I say and he nods his head. “Yeah, I meant to send that.”

“Ok, but what do you mean by that? I’m a little new to the whole emoji thing, but I know that usually means something else.” He tells me.

A smirk is plastered on my face as I tell him, “Don’t worry about it. Just know that I’m an adult, and I can be responsible for my own actions.” And with that, I walk three seats behind him next to where my parent are sitting. I look towards them and they give me a reassuring smile as I give one back to them. This is gonna be fun! Later on Wanda, Vision, and Scott get on the jet and we’re ready for take-off.

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House of M:

Third Person POV:

“Strange! Did you ever figure out whats causing these solar and lunar eclipses?” Wong asks, as he enters the study, finding Doctor Strange with his nose buried in a book like he’s been doing for the past couple of days. Strange knows that these eclipses aren’t “astronomical phenomenons” like the scientists want everyone to believe. He’s too smart to fall for something like that.

“Apparently, some idiot and his little brother started the Ecliptic War. Which explains the eclipses. An Ecliptic War can only be started when two witch born sibling choose two different paths, one light and the other dark.” Strange explains as he closes the book he was just reading and summons his cape to fly to him and wrap around his collar. “According to this book, if they don’t hurry up and have this war, then Earth could be at risk of going into complete darkness. That means no moon, no sun, nothing. Just darkness and chaos.”

Wong has a worried look on his face. He knows that they need to hurry up and do something before things get catastrophic. “How long do they have to start the war?” He asks in completely understanding of how serious this is.

Strange turns towards Wong, whose determined to make sure the Earth is back to normal. “Don’t worry. We have 3 months after the eclipse has started, which means we’re gonna have to start Y/N’s training a lot sooner than we thought. Get everything ready. We’re gonna have to pay Y/N a visit.”

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Hey, so not really proud of this chapter that much, Could’ve made it longer but I want to leave the initial party for the next chapter, plus some extra stuff I’m planning. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy and I’ll see you in the next chapter.