I HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH MANY CROSSOVER FANART TODAY.

I HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH MANY CROSSOVER FANART TODAY.

🎵Oh damn, suddenly we’re free to fly🎵 I swear I didn’t expect this to be so detailed when I started it, but here we are. I was going to draw just a regular old bar, but then I started adding little nods to mystic arts here and there and it started building and building… There are things from the movies, things from the comics… Which I suppose implies that Stephen’s best friend has been hopping through the multiverse. 😂 Zoom feature is your friend in this, people.

Darcy Lewis x Reader WIP

"Darcy's still out there!" You shouted as Sword agents held you back from running towards the Hex. Scrambling your way out of their arms, they failed to keep you from whatever torture Wanda had in store for you.

As you got closer, you noticed Darcy tugging her wrist in an attempt to break the cuffs, clearly getting nowhere with that shenanigan. 

"What are you doing here?" Doctor Lewis looked between the Hex getting closer and you running towards her. "I'm gotta help you," You pulled on the cuffs, doing the same thing she previously did. "That's not going to work!" She snapped. In truth be told, you both were about to get engulfed in what looked like growing abnormal pixels… maybe it wasn't so abnormal considering everything else had happened on this earth.

You stammered for another idea as you watched it swallow up the disintegrating Avenger. "C'mon, Y/N, you gotta run!" She turned to you, concern and a whole 'lotta fear painted her face. 

"Hang on to the car." She looked at you, confused now. Breaking the window, you unlocked the door from the inside. "You're just going to drag me away?" She looked back at Wanda's creation then to you struggling to get into the car quick enough. "It's better than whatever that is eating us both!" 

"It wouldn't eat us both if you would just run!" The car wouldn't start. You got out at the same speed you got in and struggled with Darcy's handcuffs again. 

"Y/N," You looked up to detect how close the Hex now was. Answer: about a meter.

Nuzzling her way into your torso, Darcy hugged you as best she could. There was no way you'd be able to get her out. You hugged her back and sniffled into her hair.

If you make it out you'll remember to ask what shampoo she uses because Darcy Lewis smells like fresh-picked strawberries. 

"I'm sorry, Dar-Dar," Running your fingers through her strawberry hair, you held her right as the Hex absorbed everything on your level.

Michelle Jones x Reader WIP

You walked into homecoming, searching for your wonderful girlfriend. 'Wonderful' as in as soon as you made eye contact with her, she gave you a giddy smile and pulled out her middle finger. 

Rolling your eyes playfully, you lightly jogged up to Michelle. 

"Hey, loser," Stifling a scoff you quickly shot back with your lamest attempt at trash-talking, "You're the loser." Mj raised an eyebrow at your antics. "Hm, alright. But just shut up and leave here with me," You hummed softly, brushing some of her frizzy hair behind her ear. 

"Alright… Loser."

🎶Gets a spouse

Boy or girl

Maybe you should, giv' a whirl🎶

🎶bi-derman

bi-demerman

does whatever a bi can 🎶

Imagine: Darcy walking in on you dancing in the kitchen

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Galway Girl blasted through your earbuds as you held your phone and jumped effortlessly around the room to the tune of the song. Singing off-key and mumbling the words you didn't know, you danced your way over to the fridge and grabbed a water bottle. You turned around and slammed the door once the beat dropped and pretended to use the bottle of water as a microphone for a couple of seconds. Your loose T-shirt bounced with your terrible rhythm. 

Turning up the volume, you mouthed the words and danced sloppily around the kitchen. The song changed to one that didn't fit in with the mood you were in at the moment. So, you placed the water bottle on the counter and searched your playlist for a different one. 

That's when a little giggle was heard throughout the room. You froze in your spot, the annoying song being paused as you gulped audibly in embarrassment.

You looked up to see your girlfriend of approximately one month holding a hand to her pink-tinted face. Gosh, how much more adorable it would've been if you didn't just make a huge fool out of yourself. 

"Hey…" you dragged out your words along with one of your earbuds. "Hey," she just smiled playfully at you, like you didn't actually just ruin your entire reputation of being the tough Sword agent. 

"How much did you happen to see?" You sheepishly asked, the smile on your face telling its own story. "Everything." She tilted her head as she made her way across the room to you.

Being on the other side of the counter, you dropped your face into your hands and mumbled something incoherent. "I'm sorry what was that?" Darcy giggled again, her hands sliding their way up your bare arms, tickling you slightly. "That was embarrassing," you looked back up at her, hands covering your mouth like a mask. 

She ran her hands up to cup your face gently. "I thought it was adorable," You sighed and clasped your hands with hers, making your way around the rest of the kitchen counter.

You looked into each other's eyes for a moment before you both burst out into laughter. 

Your noses pressed against each other as you classed lips. It was childish and small but the butterflies in her stomach wouldn't leave so it didn't matter.

Foreheads pressed against each other like your noses previously were, you leant in for another small kiss. This one was more soft and meaningful than the last. You felt Darcy smile and couldn't help but giggle back, both your grin plastered faces crashing into each other as an attempt for a third kiss. 

You both finally pulled away from that silly excuse of a make-out session, Darcy's head burrowing into the crook of your neck. Her red lipstick probably stained more than just your lips now, but you didn't care. 

Maybe now would be a good time for that slow song you weren't in the mood for earlier.

Angus: this is the land of your people

Wanda: this is not the land, this is Westview.