Summary:OC is a lawyer visiting her best friend in New York. Will she fall for the charming doctor? Or will her neverending conflict with the god of mischief lead to more?
Tags:Post-Endgame, AU where everyone is alive and well, Eventual Smut, Fluff with some Angst, Second Person POV, No Y/N, Avenger Loki.
Summary:OC is a lawyer visiting her best friend in New York. Will she fall for the charming doctor? Or will her neverending conflict with the god of mischief lead to more?
Tags:Post-Endgame, AU where everyone is alive and well, Eventual Smut, Fluff with some Angst, Second Person POV, No Y/N, Avenger Loki.
You tried to look inside the building while maintaining your distance at the bottom of the stairs. “Give me a second.” The man walked inside the apartment, leaving the door ajar. You stood there a little embarrassed, feeling extremely out of place. ‘This would probably be the stupidest way to get kidnapped’, you thought to yourself, holding Bjorn’s leash tighter, hoping the gigantic dog would discourage them from taking you.
You could hear mumbling inside, “no… noo… you are a doctor. Help her… she seems nice… just help her.” The door opened again, and a tall well-groomed, handsome man stood there, wearing the same intriguing clothes as the other. You shifted your weight between your feet, unsure whether this was the doctor the other men had spoken of.
“Wong has told me you hurt your shoulder. Do you need any help?” He spoke stoically, almost mechanically; however, you could feel a faint hint of annoyance in his voice.
“Well, I am okay. He told me he knew a doctor and that maybe my shoulder was dislocated. Are you the doctor?” You asked, feeling extra self-conscious about your looks now that this handsome stoic man was looking at you from the top of the stairs.
“Oh, yes, I am the doctor. Call me Stephen. I would be happy to give your shoulder a look. However, I guess you would have to come inside for that,” he sighed, looking down at you, “and I am not sure how comfortable you are with coming inside a stranger’s house.” The message was loud and clear as he obviously found this request a waste of his time. You felt instantly more uneasy, as he seemed bothered by your presence.
“It’s okay. I’ll just go home and put some ice on it. Thank you and sorry for bothering you.” You decided to leave, unwilling to let the doctor continue to make you feel uncomfortable. You started to walk away, missing the disapproving shove Wong gave the doctor.
“I am sorry. I think I unintentionally came out as rude. Give me one second.” Stephen walked behind you, and Wong followed. “I will just give it a look here. Wong, can you hold the dog?” Wong looked at you, asking for permission to grab Bjorn, and you gave him the leash. His tone had changed drastically between sentences, sounding more eager to help now.
“Can I touch your shoulder?” He asked patiently. You nodded, and he started moving your arm, trying to figure out where it hurt. His touch on your skin was delicate and surgical as he tried to come into contact with it as little as possible.
After a couple of minutes, he stated, “everything seems to be fine. However, it would be best if you tried to not put any pressure on it for the next couple of days. Although you seem to have just slightly over-stretched your ligament, it is important to be careful because you could sprain it.” His eyes were still on your shoulder as yours searched for his. He eventually backed away and stood by his friend, distant and dismissive.
You smiled at him awkwardly “well, thank you. Ehm… Wong? Could I have Bjorn back, please?” You used the name you heard the doctor call the other guy.
“Oh, I think you should let Strange walk you at least to your street. As he said, you may sprain your shoulder, and this guy seems to have recuperated all his energy already,” Wong responded, pointing at Bjorn, who was going in circles and trying to chase a wild squirrel. The doctor and his friend exchanged a look. You were unsure if Wong expected Stephen to flirt with you or just liked to put him in awkward situations, but you would not have minded the extra help.
“It’s okay. I am sure you are both very busy.” The doctor did not seem particularly keen to do it, and you were not gonna push it. Wong moved closer and elbowed him.
“I would be happy to walk you to your street. Wong is right.” The doctor cleared his throat and spat out the words quickly, looking at the street.
“Ehm… I mean, sure.” Wong gave Strange the dog’s leash, and you started walking towards Central Park. The shorter man waved at you as you exchanged an entertained look, hoping he had not just set you up for the most awkward walk of your life.
…
Stephen walked in silence by your side, his jaw tightly clenched as he tried to think of something to say. You hated awkward silences and could not understand how such an attractive man could be so inept at socializing. “So.. you are a doctor… What type of doctor are you?” You asked, kicking a small rock in front of you as you walked.
“I wa- am a neurosurgeon.” He answered, adding little to nothing to the conversation. You pressed your lips, unable to understand what his problem was.
“Wow, you don’t strike me as somebody with a god complex.” You joked, hoping it would help him relax and open up the conversation.
“Do you think all surgeons have a god-complex?” He looked at you curiously, letting the corner of his lips lift just so slightly. Your sincerity had taken him slightly aback.
“I don’t think, I know. I am the daughter of one.” You responded, kicking another tiny rock and keeping your eyes on the street. “Big egos and an even bigger need to always have everything under your control.”
He grinned, entertained. It was not the first time he had heard that. “What do you do?” He tried to change the topic. Sure your perception of surgeons would not help him impress you.
“I am a lawyer, recently qualified. I work in London.” You looked at him, scanning his face for a reaction. He shook his head incredulous as soon as you finished speaking, smiling, thoroughly entertained. You had not quite understood what was so funny.
“A lawyer judging a surgeon for his god complex, a bit hypocritical, wouldn’t you say? What brings you to New York?” You were looking at each other properly for the first time, and you could not help but appreciate his handsome features. His gaze had softened significantly since you first saw each other, offering you a friendlier, more welcoming expression.
“Lawyers are nothing compared to surgeons when it comes to ego.” You tried to defend yourself, although you knew he was right. “My best friend lives here. I have five weeks off before I start full time as an associate, and she has taken it as a personal challenge to bring me here and make me fall in love with New York so I won’t go back.” You broke the eye contact and looked at the trees.
“Well, you must be enjoying the nicer weather here.” He commented, leaving out that he had been in London visiting the Sanctum just two hours ago, “I hope to be helping her case.”
“There are places with good weather all year round that I like more,” you replied unamused, already annoyed at New Yorkers’ obsession with New York.
“So, what direction are we going?” He asked as you had been walking for a while now.
“I need to get to Central Park. I am having lunch with my friend there. It is quite a long walk, so I am happy to continue alone,” you responded honestly, slightly saddened at the thought of having to say goodbye already, just as the conversation was finally improving.
“No, it’s alright. I need to leave my house more often. A long walk will be good.” Maybe he was more charming than you initially believed. You relaxed instantly, hoping to talk to him a bit more.
Bjorn was behaving nicely. He seemed to like Stephen. You looked down at the leash instinctively and could not stop yourself from looking at the doctor’s hands. Although faded, you could see he had severe scarring on them. You looked up before he could catch string, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.
“So, do you have any plans for your time here?” He asked politely, opening the conversation again.
“Not really, my friend Sophie spends most of her time at work during the week, so I was hoping to find my way around and have some solo adventures. I like doing things by myself. I feel like people don’t do many things they want to do because they don’t have anyone to join them, which is a wasteful mentality. Life is too short to wait around.” You answered, smiling without taking your eyes off the street.
“Well, if you ever need a city guide, I am sure Wong or I can show you around.” He awkwardly offered. You pressed your lips together as you smiled, noticing his intentional inclusion of Wong in his proposal.
“That sounds great; yeah, Wong seems super nice. Not a man of many words for sure, but very nice.” You teasingly specified, trying to see if he was just being polite or if he actually wanted to hang out with you.
“Well, I am sure Wong would love to show you around, but now that I think about it, he has been very busy lately. Also, I think I am better company generally, a lot more talkative.” You felt your cheeks grow warm as you had the confirmation that he was at least somewhat flirting with you.
“Oh really? You don’t strike me as particularly chatty.” You teased him again, hinting back to the initial awkwardness and silence.
Your conversation was interrupted by Sophie calling you, “Babe? Hello? I am so so sorry, but I won’t be able to grab lunch with you. There is a situation at the office. I will tell you all about it once we see each other. We can meet at home at 4 pm?”
“Ehm, yes, no worries. I am in good company anyway. See you later.” You answered, referring to Bjorn but hinting to the doctor and hung up. “Well, my lunch plans are cancelled, so I think I’ll just head home.”
“If you’d like, we can grab something to eat. You need to try a sandwich from a deli while in New York.”
“Sure! Let’s do that.” You agreed, smiling down, hoping he would not notice your excitement.
…
You grabbed the most giant sandwich you had ever seen and sat down together on a bench. You got some water for Bjorn from your backpack and a little snack.
You eventually told him your name, giggling about the fact that he had not asked earlier. The two of you spoke about music and art. You told him how much you loved galleries, and he asked you what your favourite painting was. You answered that The Swing by Fragonard was one of them, so detailed and full of hidden meaning. You could look at it for hours and continue to find new elements.
He told you he was not a huge art nerd but that Caravaggio’s chiaroscuro style had always called his attention. You asked him which of his paintings was his favourite, and he thought about it for a second, “the betrayal? The taking of Christ, I believe, is the full name. The light in the armour makes it so realistic.” You thought of the painting in your mind, thinking how the expressions of shock and betrayal had always stopped you from appreciating the realistic lighting of the image.
You continued walking after a while, lost in your conversation. Stephen was a well-travelled man, dwarfing your travel achievements. It seemed like he had been everywhere, visited every city you had and more. You eventually arrived at Sophie’s apartment’s street, letting him know this was your stop.
“Well, I should get going,” You announced awkwardly. Stephen gave you Bjorn’s leash and opened his mouth hesitantly.
“You know, I should probably look at your shoulder again in maybe a couple of days to make sure you did not sprain anything.” He tried to keep a stern expression, but the nervousness was tangible, making you smile as you felt your cheeks grow warmer.
“Wanna check it out over dinner, maybe? I pay, you know? For the medical fee?” you gave him a confident smile, and he chuckled, smiling back.
“Sounds good, but you have to let me pay. Please take it as a welcome gift to the city. I am sure you’ll have another occasion to pay back your medical debt. Could I have your number to send you the dinner details?” You smiled. He wanted to take you out.
“Yes, of course.” You proceeded to give him your number. “Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, Doctor.” You gave him one final dashing smile and entered the building.
….
Sophie got home around 4:30 pm, and as soon as she entered, she ran to Bjorn. “Hello! How is the goodest boy in the world doing?!” She asked him, ignoring your presence.
“Well, he is okay, except he almost dislocated my shoulder and ate some guy’s sandwich!”
“Oh no! My baby Bjorn would never ever do that! He is just a playful boy. He would never hurt anyone!” She kept the baby talk while petting him. “He is so tired! What did you do to my poor baby?” She added.
“Well, he should be super tired. We walked more than 8 kilometres this morning!” You responded, moving to the side of the couch so she could sit next to you.
“Why would you do that? Oh my god. You know we have public transport here too, or how do you call it? The tube,” she tried to pull off a posh London accent, forcing you to roll your eyes.
“Well, I was first supposed to only walk to Greenwich Village, but then I hurt my shoulder, and this guy told me he knew a doctor, and well then we went to the doctor’s house, and the doctor was this super handsome man and his friend forced him to walk me back, so I walked back with him.” You spoke, trying to summarize your morning in one breath, hoping she would not hear the part where you followed a stranger to another stranger’s house.
“What happened with do not trust strangers in New York? People here are weird. I am glad you did not get killed.” She answered, alarmed. There was a weird dismissiveness in your friend’s gaze as she refused to look at you properly, keeping her eyes on the dog.
“He kind of asked me out on a date. It was more like me asking him, but I gave him my number, so we will see.” You decided to ignore her dismissiveness, knowing that if she needed to tell you something, she would do it herself.
“OH my god … that is awesome! He is a doctor too?! That’s fantastic. How old is he? What’s his name?”
“He is for sure older than us. He has some grey hairs but in a hot way. I don’t think he is old, though, he is maybe in his late 30s, but I am not sure. He is a surgeon and has a house in Greenwich, so he cannot be too young to be done with all his specialization and be making that type of money. His name is Stephen.” You said, laying your head on her shoulder as Bjorn tried to spread across both of you for pets.
“Okay, well, he sounds nice, and he walked you all the way here, which is insane. So let’s hope for the best. I found the perfect bar for us to go to tonight on other interesting news.”
…
The two of you started to get ready together and ordered some sushi for dinner. You sat on the ground doing your makeup while eating pieces of nigiri. Sophie had kept the weirdly fidgety attitude going, letting you know she was close to breaking her silence.
She finally spoke up, pausing the music, “I have something to tell you, and I know you are gonna kill me once I tell you, but like I had to wait until I knew it was okay.” There it was. Years could go by, but your best friend’s lack of capacity to keep a secret had not improved.
You looked at Sophie, putting down your mascara. “What’s up? What did you do now?” You asked her to continue.
“I am so sorry for not informing you before. You know my job, right?” She spoke shyly, sitting closer to you on the ground. You cocked your head, unsure where this was going.
“Yes…what about it? You are starting to worry me. Just tell me.” You reached for her hand.
“So… you know how I work in 'Risk Management’? That actually translates to I deal with all the fuck ups and problems the Avengers have. I am like the new Pepper Potts, except I am not gonna marry any of them.” She joked. You looked at her, not sure if she had been drinking already before coming home or if she was trying to be funny. “You know the dog? Well, that’s like Thor’s dog,” she added.
The silence in the room grew thick as she expected an answer. “Mmh mmh,” You hummed, going back to putting on your mascara, unsure what was the point of her joke.
“Is that all you have to say?” Don’t you wanna kill me for not telling you before?“ She shook your shoulder and looked at you in shock.
"Well, if it is true. Why didn’t you tell me before?” You looked at her sceptically, putting down the mascara once again before you would end up poking your eye out.
“Because we are not allowed to and I was waiting for Tony to be okay with it and I have been talking to him about you for the past weeks and he is finally okay with it. He even wants to meet you and see if you vibe with the team.” She rambled, looking at you seriously.
“Sure, Sophie, well, we can meet him after I am done hanging out with Matthew Grey Gubler next week.” You joked, not understanding where she was going with this random lie/joke. Sophie was incapable of keeping secrets from you. This was practically impossible, or it meant she had been in constant agony for the past couple of months.
“Babe, I am being serious. Whatever. You are meeting them all next weekend anyway, Tony is throwing a party, and we are invited. So somewhere next week we have to go shopping for dresses.” She stated, getting up a little irritated that you refused to believe her.
“Yep, I’ll make sure to organize a dinner with the queen of England next time you visit.” You laughed at yourself, grabbing your mascara again. Bjorn was sitting next to you, so you patted him on the head “you are the dog of the god of thunder, huh? That totally makes sense.” Sophie let go of the topic, for now, unwilling to ruin the night.
Right before you finished getting ready, you received a text from an unknown number:
'I have made a reservation for this hidden gem in the city. It’s a little difficult to get there, so I am happy to pick you up. The reservation is for Tuesday 8:00 pm.
Stephen’
You saved his number and answered quickly:
'That’s perfect. I’ll send you my address so you can pick me up on the day.’
…
The night was fun. You drank a lot of tequila and danced with a group of bankers. Sophie was a little annoyed at you for not believing her, but you just could not get over the fact that she would somehow keep this a secret from you for so long and then randomly decide to tell you before you went out. She got over her bad mood pretty quickly once you started drinking, and then you had a lovely night reminiscing your years partying together.
After you had lost the count of the shots at some point during the night, you had the amazing idea to text Stephen. A fantastic drunk idea that you would surely regret in the morning. You grabbed Sophie’s arm and took her away from the dance floor into the bathroom.
“I am gonna send Stephen a message!” You screamed at her in the bathroom, smiling like a drunk dumbass proud of your 'clever’ idea.
“OMG yess! Take a selfie in the mirror!” She cheered you on just as drunk as you. You made two terrible decision-makers while drunk.
You took a picture of yourself trying to look as sexy yet innocent as humanly possible and wrote:
'Wishing you were here xx’
You closed the messaging app and went back into the dance floor, forgetting about it completely a couple of minutes later. The bankers offered to take you guys home, but you refused, not accepting their advances. You got home at around 3 in the morning, completely drunk. Sophie took the keys out of her bag, trying to open the flat door.
“Do you need help there?” you asked her as she missed the hole at least twice.
“Nope, you are drunker than me. No chance you can be of any help right now.” She finally got it on the fifth or sixth try.
You entered the flat and turned on the lights. Bjorn woke up from all the noise, a little confused about what was happening. Sophie petted him, and you threw yourself on the couch after taking off your shoes.
“Oh man, we drank a lot. Maybe a little too much. Do you have any aspirin? I don’t wanna be too hungover tomorrow.” She answered your query with a glass of water and two aspirins in her hand, anticipating your request.
“Here, take this, and let’s go to bed.” She said, moving your legs, sitting next to you, downing her glass of water, and then dropping her head on the back of the couch. You took the aspirins and put the glass on the coffee table.
“I want nuggets.” You spoke, hungry.
“Well, you should have thought of that before we got home.” She looked back at you, annoyed.
“Well, can you not get like Spiderman to deliver us some?” You joked, causing her to punch you on the arm.
“It is not funny bitch. I am being honest with you. I have been only working for them for like two months. There was no chance for me to tell you any earlier. Come on, believe me.” She begged you, “also, Peter is probably fast asleep, probably spent the night doing math homework or something” she laughed at herself.
“Oh man, is Spiderman a teenager?” You looked at her incredulous.
“Anywayyy, let’s go to sleep.” She responded evasive, trying to get up and pulling your arm to take you to bed.
“But nuggetsssss…” you complained, standing up with her.
“Tomorrow, you can get nuggets.” She said, pushing you into the bathroom to brush your teeth
…
The warmth of the sunlight on your face brought you back to life. The killer headache took over your senses as soon as you regained consciousness. You tried to open your eyes, but the mere thought of it made you feel stupidly dizzy. Next came nausea, forcing you to run eyes closed and all into the bathroom and throw up whatever was left of the sushi in your stomach.
'What a great start to your Sunday morning’, you thought while lying on the bathroom floor by the toilet for what seemed like forever before Sophie came in running and screaming, “MOVE.”
You barely moved in time before your friend met the same faith as you, throwing up as she tried her best to hold up her hair. You crawled out of the bathroom towards the kitchen looking for water but were met by a gigantic excited puppy running your way.
“Good Morning Bjorn. Please let me go, or I will throw up on you,” you warned him as he jumped on you, making you lay flat on the ground.
“I cannot do this. What the fuck did we drink yesterday night?” Sophie grunted from the bathroom.
“I only know one thing, I am never ever ever eating sushi again.” You answered, still lying face down on the floor.
“Bjorn needs to go on a walk.” Sophie let you know, asking the unspoken question.
“Well, that is not my responsibility. I walked him yesterday, and he is your friend Thor’s dog.” You replied, knowing damn well you would have to walk him anyway.
“You may see the handsome doctor on your walk. You can go to Greenwich.” The handsome doctor… those words brought an image back to you from yesterday night, and just like that, your nausea from the drinking was substituted with nauseating embarrassment. Your eyes opened wide, and you got up from the floor, running towards your phone that lay dead on the couch.
“FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. WHERE IS YOUR CHARGER?” You screamed, running into the bathroom to find Sophie slowly getting up.
“What’s wrong?? It is in the kitchen! Calm down!” Your face turned as warm as possible as you ran to the kitchen and plugged the phone. “What’s wrong?!” Sophie shouted again.
“Oh my fucking… I texted him while I was drunk at like one in the morning. I sent him a picture of me. You told me it was a good idea! Aaaah” you screamed dramatically, standing by the phone, hoping the pressure would make it charge faster.
“Oh fuck yeah haha, I remember. I am sorry about that haha,” although still dying, Sophie found this funny incident to be the silver lining of a shitty morning. “I am sure you looked hot,” she lied to you between giggles.
“It does not matter how hot I looked, Sophie! I was drunk! I met him yesterday! He is gonna think I am insane!” You replied, dropping yourself on the couch and giving up on your phone turning on any time soon.
“You are overthinking it! Everybody sends drunk texts to people they find attractive. He will be flattered, and if he is not, you dodged a bullet because you hate boring man.” She said, going to the kitchen and grabbing glasses of water for the two of you.
“Can you check if it is on?” You asked, covering your face with a pillow on the couch.
“Nope, still nothing.” She responded, bringing you the water.
“I am just gonna block him and never step a foot on Bleeker street ever again. I am just gonna take the next flight to London.” You announced theatrically, chugging the water after sitting up.
“Everything is okay! New Yorkers are not as presumptuous as British men. He won’t judge you for it.” She tried her best to make you feel better, giving Bjorn some food before sitting by your side.
“But he is not a twenty-year-old rugby lad Sophie, he is a proper sophisticated man, and I wanna die.” You cried out, putting your head on her shoulder.
Although minimal, the vibration of your phone made you spring up from the seat faster than you should have, as you instantly felt nauseous again. You opened your phone as if it was a time bomb and opened the messaging app.
1 - Unknown Number
2 - Stephen
“Oh my god, I have two messages from him. I don’t wanna open it, Sophie. I am gonna throw up.” You cried out again.
“Don’t be such a baby! Open it!” She said, walking to your side and opening them for you
Stephen
Wishing you were here xx
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Well, this is something nice to wake up to.
Hope you enjoyed your night out, darling. Don’t overwork your shoulder.
“See! Everything is fine! He is flirty!” Sophie reassured you, looking over your shoulder. You opened the other message.
Hey! It’s Hunter from Goldman Sachs. It was nice to meet you yesterday.
“Who the fuck is Hunter, and how the fuck does he have my number?” You looked confused at your friend.
“Oh shit, I think I gave it to him on our way out. Sorry, Babe. He was cute, though and seemed to be very into you. Keep your options open! It is New York!” She answered apologetically.
“Sophie, he is an investment banker. I would let a mass murderer rail me before an IB man. He would probably have better karma anyway.” You joked, closing your phone.
“Oh well… I take Bjorn on a short walk, and you buy us some breakfast? I don’t want you to overwork your shoulder.” She winked at you teasingly.
“Sounds like a plan. I need a baseball hat, sunglasses, and black coffee in my system.” You declared, turning around and putting some water to boil on the kettle you had gifted your friend years ago. You were glad she kept it.
…
Sunday was uneventful at best. You both felt dead inside and ate little to nothing in fear of throwing up. You finally ordered some burgers for dinner and finished them. After eating, you took Bjorn for a short walk around the block, staying away from Greenwich completely.
Monday morning, Sophie left for work early, and you had breakfast on the couch with Bjorn. After your morning walk, you received a bunch of emails from London requiring you to sign certain documents and jump on a quick call with the firm’s employment team. At some point in the afternoon, you finally took the chance to explore the building’s gym and exercise a little. After a warm shower and another quick walk with the Golden Bear, you sat on the couch watching the news. Sophie had gone MIA, and it was almost 10:00 pm. You sent her a message checking if everything was okay, but your phone started vibrating just as you finished sending the message.
Incoming Call - Stephen Strange
'Oh God, why was he calling? Like who even calls people nowadays without texting them first,’ you thought as you picked up.
“Hello?” You answered.
“Hi, how has your day been?” He replied smoothly on the other side of the line.
“All good, boring, doing lawyer things. What about yours?” You responded as a smile formed on your lips at the sound of his voice.
“It has been good. I wanted to check if you were still up for tomorrow?” You could hear a faint hint of nervousness in his voice again.
“Yes, of course, I was worried you were gonna cancel on me after my drunk messages from yesterday night.” You responded, laughing at your drunk self.
“Why would I ever do that? As I said, it was a great surprise to wake up to, and you looked stunning. I am flattered to know I occupied your thoughts while you were out partying.” You could not help yourself but smile cheekily.
This man knew exactly what he was doing. You were surprised; he really did not give you any playboy vibe the first time you saw him. I guess everyone has a little of a hidden past.
“Well, I hope to not disappoint with my looks tomorrow night.” You said, obviously asking for more validation from him as he tapped on keys that he had not before.
“Well, I hope the same too. My expectations are even higher now.” He was good. He was not gonna give you more than a taste of his advances. He knew how to keep a woman wanting. You bit your lip.
“Goodnight, Doctor, sweet dreams.” You cut the conversation short, hoping to leave him wanting for more.
“Goodnight, darling, sleep well.” He hung up; however, you could hear the smile in his voice.
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Liv’s Note
A huge thank you to everyone that is reading this story. You have my heart, my soul, and everything else. Looking forward to hearing what you think of the story or its improvements haha Please please reblog the story to support my writing ♥️
Request: The reader has a sister, and she has a child and asks if they can take care of her baby for two weeks, Stephen is not happy about it, but everything changes when after some time the child hugs Stephen and calls him “uncle”
“It is only for ten days,” you bargained with Stephen, chasing him around the room as he tried his hardest to ignore you. “I am talking to you, Strange.” You finally raised your tone, standing before him and forcing him to put his book down and look at you.
“The Sanctum is no place for a child,” his response was short and generical, giving no insight into his desire or lack thereof to be around a toddler. His eyes returned to his book as he stepped aside, continuing his meditative stroll through the room. You, however, did not see it like that, reading between the lines.
“So, what will we do when we have children?” The question came out in a tone more serious than you wanted it to, causing the doctor to stop in his tracks and look back at you.
“That is not something we need to concern ourselves with yet, is it?” His eyes scrutinised your face before moving again, continuing the relentless pacing. It was a delicate topic, that of children. You were somewhat on the same page. You wanted children eventually. The day, however, had somehow been frozen in time in Stephen’s mind, continuously seeing the eventually as long from now while you counted every passing year as a step closer. Then the engagement had come earlier this year, and the promise to share the rest of your lives together had been spoken into reality. Having children had suddenly become more of a desire in your mind, yet Stephen seemed to be unphased by the change.
“She is smart and well-behaved, and I already told my sister she can stay with us, so you’ll deal with it.” You answered before walking out of the room, frustrated at his lack of interest in your niece. Stephen had met her only once before on her first birthday; your sister living far away meant you rarely saw them. She was thankfully moving back to New York but that also meant she needed to look for an apartment and deal with the moving. Hence her request for you to take care of the little girl in the meantime. You had agreed instantly, not thinking Stephen would have any problem with it, but he had refused straightaway and dismissed the topic every time you asked about it.
…
The day of the little girl’s arrival came quicker than expected. Stephen had been gone for the last couple of days on a mission with Wong and Peter, meaning that you had met with your sister alone to pick her up. She had invited you to brunch, and you had discussed some of the wedding plans and any needs little Cecilia had. Cece was a lively ray of sunshine who was starting to put her first sentences together and loved horses. There was no way Stephen’s heart would not melt as soon as he saw her.
Eventually, at the end of your brunch, your sister handed you Cece’s bag and gave her a goodbye kiss. The little girl waved goodbye as her mom reminded her that she would be staying with her aunt for a couple of days. You and Cece went on with your day, eventually finding your way back home to the Sanctum. Wong had helped you bring some things she would need to sleep into one of the many empty rooms of the enormous property, making it easy for you to set her up.
After such an eventful day, she fell asleep, giving you a minute to go to the kitchen and make yourself some late lunch/dinner. As you finished preparing your sandwich, you heard the familiar sound of a portal opening behind you; turning around to meet your sweaty and dirty fiance with a smile. “Hello there, handsome,” you gave him a dashing smile as he moved towards you, his hands cupping your cheeks into a passionate kiss.
You broke the kiss catching some air, and gave him a preoccupied smile. He was usually only this passionate when something dangerous had happened, and he was terrified of losing you. “Is everything okay? I-“ you tried to speak, but the sound of another portal distracted you. Through it, Peter and Wong came out also looking pretty rough. “Oh god, are you guys okay?” you asked, moving away from Stephen, who stood there exhausted.
Wong gave you a comforting look, but you noticed a tension-filled silence in the room. “Peter, are you okay?” you asked as the boy looked down with a hurt expression.
“Oh, he is excellent. He almost got himself killed and ruined our mission, but he is perfectly fine.” Stephen answered for him, forcing you to give the doctor a fulminating look. Peter looked regretful enough; bashing him now would not help.
“That is enough, Stephen. I will make everyone dinner. Go shower.” You spoke to the three men in an authoritative voice. The spiderboy spent so much time in the Sanctum that he had clothes and an assigned room. Peter and Wong left swiftly, going into their rooms to wash up, but Stephen stayed there, knowing you would want to talk to him. As soon as you were alone again, you spoke, “You cannot talk to him that way. He is just a kid. He is trying his best.”
“He almost got himself killed. He wants to help everyone, save everyone, but he does not see he will end up killing himself like this.” Stephen’s words were filled with frustration. He worried for Peter’s safety; you knew that was the truth. He had decided to let him die once before. He could not make the same decision again. “I have watched him die, and he does not understand that. Someday I won’t be there by his side, and he will actually get himself killed.”
Just as you thought, he was not mad at the boy for the way he behaved. He was just scared of losing him. It was hard to keep in mind all the time that Stephen had to live with the burden of knowledge. You wondered how many times he had seen you go and how he felt about it, but he never wanted to speak of it. “You are doing your best, and he is doing his best. It is all we can ask for,” you finally answered, inviting him to lay his head against yours and embracing him in a tight hug. “I love you, you know? We all do, and we are so grateful to you for protecting us, but you cannot always keep us safe, and that is okay.” Your left hand caressed his back, hoping to soothe him slightly.
Suddenly the sound of the baby monitor interrupted your hug as Cece woke up, startled by your absence. “Oh, when did she get here?” The doctor stiffened in your arms, unhappy that you had gone through with your decision.
“A couple of hours ago. Wanna help me check on her?” You asked, breaking the embrace and giving him a hopeful smile.
“I am gonna go shower,” he spoke, tightening his lips and looking away from you. You sighed and walked away, still confused about his dismissiveness. The sounds from the baby monitor suddenly changed as the little girl was no longer alone. Confused, you checked the screen and saw Peter approaching her bed.
“Hello there! Who are you? I am Peter,” the boy spoke, slowly walking towards the sleepy child. “Do you need food?” he asked, and Cece nodded emphatically back, sweetly raising her arms for the boy to pick her up. You watched, amused through the camera, as Stephen left the room, feeling your heart ache from the cuteness.
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Peter helped you keep Cece entertained in the kitchen as you made dinner. He told you all about what had happened, and you finally completely understood Stephen’s frustration. The boy had been incredibly reckless, but thankfully nothing bad came of it. Peter was extremely patient with the toddler, who was just around that phase where she asked questions about virtually anything. It was lovely to see them interact. You could not help but imagine how much of an amazing big brother he would have been.
Eventually, Wong joined the three of you, instantly entertained by the little girl running around the kitchen table, singing some non-sensical song. Food was ready shortly after, but Stephen was nowhere to be found. You excused yourself quickly, asking Wong to watch the children so you could look for the grumpy doctor.
You opened your bedroom door carefully, spying your fiance sitting on the bed with his head between his hands. You pressed your lips worriedly, unsure of what to say to make him feel better. “Babe, would you like me to bring you your food here?” You asked careful, understanding how tough these missions were for him.
“Yes, please. That would be great.” He responded, lifting his eyes and giving you a thankful look.
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The rest of the afternoon went by quickly as Cece, Peter, and you played with some relics that Wong thought would be appropriate. Eventually, the boy left, and you put Cece to bed, exhausted after such an adventurous day. You checked that the monitor was working properly and went to bed yourself as Stephen was already lying in bed, deep asleep.
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You woke up startled, unsure why your alarm had not rung. The bed was empty, and the monitor of Cece’s room was turned off. You tried to turn it on, confused, looking around for your fiance in the bathroom and adjacent office. He was nowhere to be found, and the monitor was not turning on. You decided that looking for Cece was the best decision, scared she had been crying all morning, and you had not heard her.
The sense of urgency in your steps slowly calmed as you heard Stephen’s voice whisper from Cece’s room. You stopped, hesitant to enter and curious to listen to what he said, “finally, Cece, we managed to get you to calm down. I don’t understand how your aunt understands you. It would help if you spoke more clearly.¨
You giggled at the comment, deciding to enter the room. Stephen seemed slightly startled as you knocked on the door’s wood to inform him of your arrival. “Hello there,” you smiled at him as he quickly backed away from the child.
“She was not letting me sleep with her crying and complaining, and it looked like you needed some rest,” he scrambled an excuse, scared you could suspect he could enjoy spending time with a child.
You hummed in agreement, thankful for his help and aware that he would not admit to anything else anyway. “Do you mind looking after her for a little longer? I will make breakfast for the two of you.” You kissed him and waved at Cece, leaving the room before he could argue against it.
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The next couple of days were a back and forth between Cece chasing Stephen around every room while he tried his best to ignore her. He would still manage to wake up before you with the excuse that the toddler was whining and play with her, entertaining her with some magic and making her breakfast.
Eventually, he gave up on ignoring her and started answering some of her redundant questions. Cece tried her best to speak clearly to him, but the communication problems were still there. She, for example, struggled to pronounce Stephen, which caused both parties a certain level of frustration.
Eventually, Stephen was called out on a mission again. You kissed him goodbye, and Cece waved at him, saddened. Your fiance tried his best to hold onto his stoic facade as he barely acknowledged the little girl, whispering a quick “goodbye little Lilia, see you tomorrow” as soon as he was sure you could not hear. His heart broke seeing the sad expression of the little child as he left.
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Stephen’s mission took longer than expected, taking him the whole week to complete. You had been left alone with Cece to enjoy the blooming spring. Peter had not been allowed to tag along in this mission, so he joined you most afternoons for walks and to play with the girl.
Cece seemed to miss Stephen almost as much as you did, so you took the chance to teach her how to say “uncle Stephen.” It would be a pleasant surprise even if he would not admit it.
Sadly, the ten days went by quicker than expected, and Stephen had yet to return from his mission. You met up with your sister to tour the new apartment and give her the toddler back, promising Cece that uncle Stephen would come to visit her sooner than later.
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You were lying on your bed that afternoon, enjoying the newly found silence of the house. It had been a great experience to take care of your niece, and it had given you a ton of baby fever, but you could not help but sigh in relief at the peace. The sound of a portal opening in front of you forced you to sit up and smile, excited to see your fiance again. Stephen walked through the portal and towards you, giving you a soft kiss on the lips, instantly scanning the room for the baby monitor.
“I dropped her off today. She missed you,” you answered the unspoke question. The doctor tried his best to control his expression, but the disappointment in his eyes could not be denied. You caressed his hand, inviting him to sit by your side on the bed, climbing on his lap to stare into his eyes. “You can admit that you enjoyed having her around, you know?” you kissed his nose, cupping his face with your hands, enjoying the long-awaited closeness.
“I barely tolerated it.” He shook his head, closing his eyes and smiling, knowing his secret was out of the bag.
“Why can you not just admit that the Sanctum feels more like a home when a little babbling creature is chasing you around?” you laughed, dramatically laying your head on his shoulder and shaking it.
“I don’t want to get attached,” he responded thoughtfully, forcing you to lift your head and look at him again.
“She is just our niece, babe. She cannot break your heart,” you tried to lighten the mood, hoping he would smile, but he lowered his gaze instead.
“I have enough people to worry about already, you, Peter, Wong. Every decision, everything I do or don’t, I am burdened with the fear that it may hurt you. I cannot get attached, or I will think of little Lilia too.”
“Lilia?” You asked, amused at the funny nickname he had chosen.
“She refuses to say my name right; I shall do the same.” Petty old man, playing games with a little child.
“You don’t need to worry about us, my love. We love you regardless. I don’t want to be a burden in your life,” you spoke softly.
“You are not a burden. I just at times wonder whether the universe would be worth saving if it meant losing you or the kid.” The honesty made his voice softer as the words left his lips like a whisper, ashamed of his admission. “That is also why I have been delaying the ‘children’ conversation. I think I could no longer protect the world once we have children. They would be the only thing that’d matter to me, just them, and our adopted son and you.” He chuckled slightly at his recognition, finally realising that Peter had already become your de facto child. You felt a weight lift from your shoulders as his words brought some explanation to his dismissive behaviour finally.
“I understand…” you exhaled, trying to put your desire aside and understand the stress it would put him in. “I was going to see Cece tomorrow for breakfast if you’d like to join me.” You tried to change the topic.
“I would love that,” he confirmed, giving you a crooked smile. You looked into his eyes and wondered how you would live without seeing a mini version of you and your lover walking around this Sanctum. You would never know whether they would get his beautiful eyes with that little brown spot on the right iris.
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You spent the rest of the night cuddling with the doctor, talking about his time away and discussing his excitement to see the little monster tomorrow. The morning after could not come quickly enough as you hoped Cece had not forgotten how to pronounce ‘uncle Stephen.’ In the morning, Stephen went out to buy some pastries to take with you, letting you know that Lilia was a massive fan of chocolate croissants. You shook your head at the information, wondering what other unhealthy foods he had been feeding her for breakfast. He reassured you that he had checked his old introduction to paediatrics book, and 26-month-olds were allowed to eat chocolate croissants.
The two of you arrived at the building at around 11 a.m., ready to see your family. You knocked at the door and were received, disappointingly enough for Stephen, by your sister alone as Cece was still asleep. She had apparently struggled to get used to the new bed the night before. You started catching up as Stephen politely asked about your sister’s moving struggles. Eventually, the commotion of your conversation woke up the little girl, who began to ask for help from the crib.
You exchanged a look with your sister, who offered Stephen to go pick her up. The doctor refused initially, joking nervously that she probably did not even remember him. Your sister thankfully insisted, and he got up eagerly, walking towards the indicated room. The little girl squealed with excitement as soon as she spotted the familiar face, “UNCLE SFEFEN.”
The doctor could not help but chuckle happily, hugging and lifting the toddler who held on tightly to the hug. “Hello, little Cece.”
“Lilia,” she repeated, confused at why he was calling her Cece.
“Lilia it is,” he reassured her, re-entering the room with her and keeping her on his lap.
“They seemed to have bonded,” your sister looked at you entertained, giving you a cheeky smile.
“Seems like it,” you responded, giggling as you observed them interact. The four of you spent almost the entire day together, and by the end of it, both Cece and Stephen were absolutely exhausted, falling asleep on the couch as they watched some cartoon. You had never seen him so soft and sweet with someone that was not you. It was genuinely heartwarming. The comical way Stephen’s head had dropped onto the couch’s backrest as the little girl laid her head against his side forced you to think of what an amazing dad he would be.
You shook your fiance’s shoulder once it was time to leave, waking him up. The goodbyes were prolonged as Stephen had to promise the little girl to come to visit her again. The doctor was equally as saddened by the separation, but finally, after forty-five minutes, you managed to thank your sister and head home. Once the door was closed, the doctor moved to your ear and whispered, “maybe we should start planning on that first baby.”
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Summary:OC is a lawyer visiting her best friend in New York. Will she fall for the charming doctor? Or will her neverending conflict with the god of mischief lead to more?
Tags:Post-Endgame, AU where everyone is alive and well, Eventual Smut, Fluff with some Angst, Second Person POV, No Y/N, Avenger Loki.
You shouldn’t have left this early. The train to the airport was empty, and your head felt like it was on the verge of exploding. Waking up in the middle of the night to secure the cheap morning flight never felt worth it at 3 a.m.
Your phone vibrated in your left pocket as you were falling asleep, forcing you to move uncomfortably to get it out as the bag on your lap weighed you down. “Hello?”
“Good Morning! Are you at the airport already?” A cheerful voice asked on the other side of the line.
“I am on the train, should be there in fifteen minutes. Are you picking me up from the airport?” You asked as your voice gained some energy. You were exhausted, but the excitement to see your best friend after so long tramped it all.
“Of course, I will! What type of host would I be otherwise? Excited to see New York?” She tried to continue the conversation after hearing the sleepiness in your voice, scared you would fall asleep on the train and miss your flight.
“I am more excited to leave London. I am only visiting to get away from this city and maybe meet an Avenger or two.” You joked, pushing the bag from your lap to the floor before your blood circulation halted completely.
“Bitch, you don’t want to meet the Avengers. 99% of the time they are around, something bad is about to happen. You don’t wanna be there” Sophie was not a big Avengers fan, but who could blame her? She lived in New York. She had to live through every fuck up Tony Stark, and his friends caused.
“Whatever, I hope I get a picture with at least one of them. I will be snooping around the city for them."
…
You talked with Sophie for the rest of your train ride, got to the airport safely with plenty of time and boarded. The flight was quick, and you slept most of the way.
You were starving by the time you went through security and picked up your bag. Thankfully, your best friend would want to grab food as soon as she picked you up. You were excited to have access to all the American food chains you could not get in London.
As soon as you stepped out of the security area, you spotted Sophie waving at you excitedly. You ran towards her as fast as your backpack and gigantic suitcase would allow.
"Aaaah, babe, I cannot believe you are finally here!” She hugged you tightly. It was like a suffocating breath of fresh air to hug her again after so long. So much had changed since you last saw each other, and although phone calls helped, it was nothing like having her by your side. She smelled like your childhood and felt like home, even after all these years.
“You look super hot! Where are you coming from?” You asked her as soon as she let go of you. She was wearing a lovely fancy red dress that gave her a corporate look you were not used to.
“Just work, I had to deal with a last-minute issue, but everything should be fine now. I am all yours for the rest of the day.” She reassured you, grabbing your suitcase. “Let’s get you some food now.”
“Great! I am starving!”
…
You grabbed a quick bite and caught up on the latest news in your life. You were both still very much single, but she was hoping to fix that. On the other hand, you wanted to stay away from any serious commitment, too busy with work. Sophie told you that she was working in some Risk Management corporate position, and well, you were about to make associate at a law firm in London. Five weeks from now, you would not have time for anything or anyone but work. So this was the perfect opportunity for you to enjoy your last weeks of freedom before working in something completely different from your original law school dreams.
After grabbing brunch, you headed to Sophie’s place. She must have been making good money from the looks of her beautiful apartment in a building in Manhattan. You did not know a lot about rental prices in New York, but if they were even close to anything in London, this was an expensive place to rent.
“Girl! I guess they are paying you very well at your new job!” You teased her as you entered the beautiful flat.
“They have to. I am constantly saving their asses. They make me work 24/7, so the least they can do is give me enough money to have a nice place to crash after work.” She responded dramatically, taking off her heels.
“Look at her, Sophie Meyer, Columbia Graduate,” you pointed at the graduation pictures on her wall. That had been the last time you two had seen each other almost four years ago (or nine if you counted the time you were gone). “This city is magnificent at night, and I must say, this is a little nicer than my view in London”, you added, pointing at the breathtaking skyline surrounding her living room.
“So, although I may be making enough money to have a nice apartment is still a one-bedroom, so we will have to snuggle up together. Like the old times.” She said, reminiscing all the times she visited you in London, and you had to share your bed. “I have work tomorrow, but I should be free all weekend just for you. Feel free to do whatever you please, go Avengers hunting in Central Park or whatever,” she joked.
You spent the rest of the afternoon giving her the gifts you had brought from London and catching up on gossip about your families and friends from school. By 10 p.m., you were exhausted and jetlagged and decided to head to bed while Sophie sent some more emails.
…
The morning after, you awoke to the smell of coffee and the tumbling of objects in the living room.
“Yes. I will be there in 20 minutes. No problem. Have a good day.” Sophie mumbled on the phone while trying to sip on her coffee as she put on her heels. Today she was rocking another dress, this time a navy blue one which was flowier and had a ribbon on the front.
She ended the call and screamed, “fuck, fuck, fuck I have to go. Now."
"Well, good morning to you too, sweetheart. Where are you headed to at….” You looked at your watch “7 in the morning?”
“My boss needs me. There has been some complication with a contract that was leaked to the press. I have to solve it. Ouch,” she added as she finally managed to put on her shoes.
“I will see you for dinner?” You asked.
“Yes, yes. I’ll try my best to be here. I’ll ask my boss if I can introduce you to our team. You know, I need you to move to New York instead of starting that dumb, boring job in London.”
“Yes, whatever, Sophie. It is one of the most coveted positions in London. You should be proud of me like the rest of the world is.” You rolled your eyes at her, tired of her honesty and persistence on the topic.
“I am proud of you. I just think you are giving up everything you believe in, all your dreams. You know success is great, but your values have always been more important than that. We both know no amount of money or success will fulfil you as much as chasing your dreams. You need to do what makes you happy, not what others think you should do.” She argued while putting on her jacket, “Also, a friend from work asked me if I could take care of his dog while he is away, so we may have to do that. It is only for a couple of days. Anyway, I gotta go! Love you! Please be careful out there. This is not Notting Hill! Do not trust any strangers on the street! My spare keys are here. Please don’t lose them!” she added before walking out the door.
“Byee!” You screamed as she closed the door. Although Sophie was right, this job was not per se your dream job. It was the dream of 90% of lawyers. Giving up this opportunity would be naive, and it would disappoint many people, including your parents and law school friends. This was too much pressure for you to simply not go for it. You would find happiness in other aspects of your life, in your apartment in Notting Hill, in your nights out in Shoreditch, in the cat you wanted to adopt and in the men that would entertain your evenings.
…
You got ready to go on a walk; the day was super sunny, and the smell of spring filled the apartment. You painted your nails. You did that every day. It was inevitable; at some point during the day, you would start peeling it off and wouldn’t stop until it was all gone. It was a habit you had developed through your years in uni. It was either the nail polish or your nails and cuticles, so it was a tedious but necessary habit.
Opting for a comfortable yet stylish outfit, you wore a dress with flowers. You never know when you may run into an Avenger.
You spent the day on the streets of New York, window shopping and grabbed a slice of pizza for lunch before heading to the MET in the afternoon. Galleries were your favourite place in the world. Nothing giving you more peace than standing in front of a beautiful painting. Sometimes you wished you could just meet these artists and hear what they were thinking about while painting.
…
It had gotten dark by the time you got back to the flat. You took off your shoes and laid on the couch immobile and exhausted, until the entrance door opened again.
“Good afternoon, babe! How was your day out?” Sophie sang tired as she entered the flat and took off her heels.
“It was beautiful! I went to the MET, almost as nice as the National Gallery!” You joked, making her roll her eyes. “Anyway, how was your day, businesswoman? Chasing your boss around?”
“Yeah, whatever, it was nice, I ended up having lunch with the team, and I told them about you. My smart best friend from London sounds like somebody everyone wants to meet. I don’t think you wanna meet them, though; corporate Newyorkers are not as nice as corporate Londoners.”
“The fact that you are calling any corporate sell-out nice already says everything about your judgement on people”, you answered sarcastically.
“Woa woa woa, look who’s talking? Miss ‘I will work in Banking and M&A and watch the world burn’” she spoke, throwing her jacket at you.
“Now, to the important things. Is there anyone within your team you would like to set me up with? Because I did not come all the way to New York to go on Hinge dates.” You asked, lifting your eyebrow and making an insinuating face.
“I don’t know, really. I don’t think anyone in my team is soo up their ass to be your type. Wait.. mmh… Nah, but I will ask around. Maybe they know some narcissist, tall, skinny, dark-haired asshole. That’s still your type, right?”
“Yes, indeed. I am glad you still remember,” you matched her sarcastic tone, getting up to grab some water.
“Anyway, my coworker is coming later today to drop off his dog. He will be with us just for five days. I am sure you will be happy to have somebody keep you company while you walk around Central Park. He is a cutie, a big cuddly golden retriever, so all the eyes will be on you.” Sophie let you know and then added, “but going back to what we talked about before, babe. I don’t think you should go back to London, I really don’t. You were always keen to do something good for the world and help people, and now you are throwing all of that away."
"That’s not true. I will still do pro bono work once in a while,” you argued.
“You know that is not enough, and you will be unhappy. New York is a great place for you, and I will talk to my boss and tell him how awesome you are. We help people, babe, and you could do it too. I also know quite a few people that work for the UN. You could work there too.” She answered as you both sat on the couch.
“Is this why you invited me to New York? To kidnap me?” You laughed, and she kept her serious look.
Your conversation was interrupted by the intercom ringing. Sophie got up in a hurry to answer. “Yes, yes, I will be down in a second.” She hung up the phone and started putting her heels back on.
“Are we going downstairs to pick up the puppy?” You asked, curious to meet her coworker.
“No need, you can wait up here. I will be back in a minute.” She said, closing the door behind her.
…
After 10 minutes, the door slung open, and a giant golden retriever entered, dragging Sophie in with him. As soon as he saw you and Sophie dropped the leash, he ran and jumped on your lap, covering your whole body and almost suffocating you.
“Well, hello boy, what is your name?” You spoke to him sweetly, petting his head, trying to keep him calm as he tried to lick your face.
“His name is Bjorn. It means bear. He kind of is a bear.” Sophie answered for him, and you giggled as he moved from your lap to the side of the couch so you could finally pet him properly.
“Thank you for not suffocating me, Bjorn, you cutie.”
“I have just been informed that they need me to go into the office tomorrow morning. Will you be okay?” Sophie asked. “Also, I may have found somebody I can set you up with, but I am not 100% sure yet."
"Uhm, interesting; keep me updated.” You winked at her. “This cutie and I will go for a walk in Central Park, and then we can meet you at your office?” You asked without taking your eyes off the furball.
“That’s okay. I’ll meet you there, I’ll bring lunch, and we can eat in the park.”
…
You had a quick dinner, chitchatted while playing with the pup and then headed to bed. Sophie refused to show you a picture of your possible set-up, letting you know she needed to check some things before it was confirmed. Bjorn decided there was not enough space for the three of you on the bed and slept on the couch instead.
…
Around 8 in the morning, you woke up hearing the shower in the bathroom turn on. You got out of bed, went into the living room, grabbed Bjorn’s food from the bag the owner had prepared for you two and served him some kibble. He was still half asleep on the couch but jumped up as soon as he heard his food being served.
Sophie got ready and ran around, as stressed as the previous morning. “So plan for today, I go to work, we meet at Central Park, you find us a nice place to sit down and have lunch and tonight we go out for drinks? Saturday night fun?”
“Yes, sure,” you answered while petting Bjorn, who had joined you on the couch after devouring his breakfast.
“Please take care of Bjorn! Love you!” She said, closing the door behind her as last morning.
You made yourself some coffee and a sandwich and then proceeded to sit down on the couch, turning on the news. Tony Stark was being interviewed on his decision to accept Loki Odinson into the Avengers after what he had done in New York. Stark explained how Loki was under the control of Thanos and had now shown loyalty to the protection of earth and the Avengers team.
You did not know how to feel about it. It must be so difficult for the families of the people that died in the attack. Seeing the killer of their loved one free and revamped as a hero. However, if it is true that he was being controlled by Thanos, then he may deserve a second chance. You guessed this was another Winter Soldier situation where villains are not truly villains, and heroes are not true heroes.
After eating, you proceeded to repaint your nails, going for a baby blue. Once they dried, Bjorn started bothering, wanting to go for a walk. So you went into the bathroom, took a shower and changed for the day.
“Okay, okay, cutie, we can go now. You gotta find me a man in the park or a job at the UN, whichever is easier.” You joked, putting his collar on, excited to have some company on today’s walk.
You left the flat and started walking towards Greenwich Village, looking to see a different part of the city. It was a 30-minute walk from the apartment in Chelsea, and you would take the underground to Central Park later to meet with Sophie.
Once you made it to your desired destination, you started to walk down this beautiful wide street. Although a cutie, Bjorn was not the best-behaved dog. He kept on trying to chase pigeons and wanted to play with every dog he saw on the street. Given his insistence and strength, it had gotten increasingly difficult to hold him back. Your whole upper body had started to get sore as you held tightly onto the leash while he pulled.
You took a deep breath as you finally managed to calm him down enough to stop for a second and look around. Almost as if he could feel you finally relax and look away from him, he pulled with all his strength to your side, making you trip. You tried to keep him calm, but he pulled your shoulder, causing you to cry out in pain. He was uniquely strong for a dog, or you were just particularly breakable.
“Ouch, Bjorn! Stop it!” You pulled the leash again, holding it with your opposite hand, getting him to finally sit. You looked up, realising he was trying to jump on a man holding a sandwich between his hands.
“I am so sorry! He is a little too excited to be outside. Your sandwich must smell delicious,” you apologised profusely while trying to stop the pain in your shoulder to no avail.
“No problem. He is a big dog. Did you hurt your shoulder?” The man answered unimpressed, noticing how you were slouching your shoulder.
“Oh no, it is okay. He just pulled harshly. I am sure it is nothing.” You responded, looking down at Bjorn, that was now behaving properly, sitting by your side.
“It looks like it could be dislocated. That is pretty bad. I can call a doctor if you want?” He replied, taking a bite out of his sandwich and breaking off a piece for the hungry dog that had just eaten breakfast.
“Oh no, doctors are super expensive in the U.S. I am fine. I’ll just go home and put some ice on it."
"I am sure he will look at your shoulder for free. Wait, he is just around the corner. Follow me.” He started walking along the street. You did not know whether to follow him. Sophie had told you people may be dangerous in New York, but he seemed pretty normal. You prided yourself on having a good vibe detector, and he seemed nice, a straightforward guy. You started to walk behind him. Bjorn seemed to have understood he had hurt you and was walking at a better speed.
The man in the peculiar clothes stopped in front of 177A Bleecker Street and opened the door screaming, “Strange! We have a situation. Come here. We need your medical assistance.”
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Synopsis: The final part to Once Upon A Dream. You and Stephen dealt with the consequences of your action, or the lack there of.
Word count: 4.4K
Warnings: ⛔️ DARK CONTENTS !! angst, Stockholm syndrome, toxic relationship, manipulation, obsessive and possessive behavior, oral(female receiving), unprotected p in v sex (always wrap it before you tap it because consequence!), creampied, a brief moment of violence/blood/gore. MINORS DNI !! 18+ ONLY
A breathless gasp slipped past your lips. Rough fingertips grazed and curled around the column of your neck. Sweat-slicked bodies moved in synchronization.
Another powerful push knocked the air right out of you. Morality dissolved into an incoherent cry as your release inched closer. Again.
Time was irrelevant. The perpetual grayness made it impossible to know whether it was morning or night if that mattered at all.
You were roused from your sleep earlier to his mouth on your aching core, slurping and licking gratuitously at your warm, velvety heat. He was enjoying you, indulging in your warm, sweet nectar as he fisted himself. He could have woken you up with his cock delved right inside of your heat, but he took pleasure in pleasing you instead.
It was the least he could do.
If your brain was sane enough, you would have rolled your eyes. After all, you were his captive—his prisoner. As much as you despised him for tricking you and abducting you from your world, you couldn’t deny the fact that in the back of your fucked up mind, you wanted him too.
Such a deranged thing to think of when you were held here against your will, but you knew yourself too well —loneliness always had its way with you.
Stephen pulled himself all the way out once again before he pushed himself all the way in. His hands slid to your shoulders, forcing you to meet his brutal thrusts. He was pounding into you hard at a relentless pace, sending your body closer and closer to that edge you craved so much. Every reentry sent your body reeling. Your mind couldn’t think of anything else except for the way he was driving his hard cock in and out of you.
Tears smeared your face. Lips parted with pleading words, begging him pathetically to not stop as your rapture drew near. He responded with a low grunt as he leaned forward with his mouth swallowing all of your cries.
With a few hard thrusts, your body strained and convulsed underneath him. Your second orgasm ripped right through you like a tidal wave crashing against the rocks, bathing you with a sense of euphoria.
Stephen continued to pound into you until he found his own too, filling you up till he was practically leaking out. He smiled satisfactorily at the way he had you spent and tired, and all filled up with nothing but him.
He carefully removed himself as he used his elbows to support his weight so that he wouldn’t crush you. His lips found yours again, kissing you so tenderly as if you were lovers. He looked at you once over before he rolled you over to lay right on top of him. Your body was still humming from the last two orgasms he just gave you.
The stillness in the room was almost deafening by the way both of you laid there quietly in the comfort of each other’s arms–a moment of unspoken peace, which soon changed once the self-loathing began to bubble up again.
How long can this go on? you wondered. How long will the consequence of his action catch up to him? You were after all the anomaly of his world. This place was already on the brink of tearing itself apart. what would it take for it to just end once and for all?
“I love you,” he said softly in that deep, velvety voice that cut through your train of thoughts.
Strange didn’t expect anything back from you when all he did was take from you. He was quite aware of his crime, but he wasn’t ashamed of it. A lifetime of loneliness taught him that. His admission came from his heart, or whatever was left of what he believed to be love. Even if this was merely a fleeting moment among a lifetime of solitude, it was more than enough to make him feel something more than indignation.
Your chest twisted at the way he uttered the words out loud. A part of you wished you both were in different circumstances because those were the words you ever wanted to hear. But not like this, not when they were the price of your freedom.
“If you love me you wouldn’t keep me here,” you said softly back.
“It is the only way…plus, you were more than willing…”
“You tricked me.” You pull back slightly, but Strange held you there so you couldn’t see his expression.
“We were desperate for each other. I just did what you couldn’t do. You may deny it all you want, but deep in your heart, you know that I’m right.” It was the truth after all. “If there is any consolation, I will always be yours.”
“You don’t have much of a choice here, Stephen.”
You could feel his body shake slightly as he chuckled darkly. It wasn’t funny. He just found you ridiculous sometimes. After all that he had done for you, you still haven’t realized that these were all for you: tearing worlds apart, ripping reality into shreds just so that you and he can be together.
“I do have every choice. Your existence is endless across the multiverse, sweetheart.”
You bit your lips, trying to control your anger. A sudden wave of violent thought floated through your head at the idea of him replacing you with another you, who was probably more than willing to be with him. Something in you clicked and you reacted without any hesitation.
“Then have another me and take me back to my world!” You slapped his chest and tried to get off of him, but Stephen’s hand was around your wrist immediately and dragged you back to him.
“It’s quite flattering to have you act up like this but rest assured, you are the only one I ever wanted. Plus,” Strange lifted your left hand. A soft purple glow appeared on your skin. “We are bound for eternity, darling. Your life force is connected to mine, so even in death, you will always be mine.”
“Fuck you,” you gritted your teeth as you tried to yank your arm away from him but to no avail.
Strange flipped you over onto your back. You found yourself breathing quite heavily at his sudden roughness. A part of you wanted him to do more–toss you around the bed, turned you over, and fuck you face down.
You shuddered at the image of him driving his cock in and out of you while his hand pressed against the back of your head, pinning you there as he used you and showed you who’s in charge.
The thought made your pussy ache.
Strange looked at you with complacency. “Oh trust me, you did just that. We both know it too. You enjoyed fucking me as much as I enjoyed fucking you.” He cupped your chin firmly, forcing you to look at him. “I am not the only twisted one here, darling.”
You exhale shakily when you feel his hand ghosting over your aching pussy. He slowly rubbed your still sensitive clit with his fingers. You could feel your desire slowly envelop your body once more as the need to be taken by him ignited again.
His eyes darkened with lust, his lips were still swollen from your two previous sessions. His cock slowly sprung to life as it brushed against your stomach, making your throat go dry.
“You’re wet,” he said a-matter-factly. “You said you hate me, but clearly, your pussy wants me.”
“Fuck you,” you hissed which slowly melted into a low drawn-out moan when you felt him pushed in two fingers inside you. Your mouth hung agape as he began to move them in and out of you. A mixture of your breathless panting and the squelching sound of your pussy filled the quiet, stillness of the sanctum.
“And here I thought you were thoroughly fucked already.” Strange smirked as he watched you slowly losing yourself again under his touch. “Look at this—your pussy still wants me,” he purred as he slowly withdrew his two digits away from your dripping core before he pushed them back in. “You’re as greedy as ever, darling. Whatever shall I do with you?”
Words failed you when all of your nerves set ablaze. He was already knuckled deep inside you, yet here you were, too damn proud to admit that you in fact wanted him as much too. It was almost sickening the way your body simply surrendered to him this easily.
His mouth latched on to your perked nipple, licking it and gently nipping at it till you moaned out. Warmness flooded your body as you were trying to grasp onto whatever sanity left in you to just push him away.
His eyes were on you as he slowly licked over the taut bud, making it a show that only made you ache for more.
“Beg for me,” he commanded before he gently pressed his teeth down to your taut bud. You pressed your lips together, refusing to bring him that sort of satisfaction despite the delicious pain that he brought you.
“Such a stubborn girl,” he purred against your skin, sending the reverberation straight to your core. His thumb pressed firmly against your clit, fingers stopped moving altogether as he slowly sat up and stared down at you. “Fine. Be stubborn,” he said before he withdrew his fingers from your sopping pussy altogether and got up to his feet.
A loud whine escaped from you as you desperately grasped his hand. “Please fuck me,” you mumbled almost inaudibly.
“I cannot hear you, darling. What do you want from me?” he tilted his head, his hand slowly stroking his cock as he watched you with deliberation.
You bit your lips as you glared up at him. “Fuck me…Please.”
A knowing smirk etched upon his features as he knelt down on the mattress. Strange spread your legs widely as he settled himself between your thighs. The head of his cock nestled in between your glistening folds, but he made no move to push himself in.
He watched you reacting to his teasing, smirking at the way your brows drew together in pure frustration. Reaching between the two of you, he grasped his shaft and slowly rubbed the head up and down your folds, then pushed it till it brushed against your clit, gently tapping it enough that your body twitched beneath him.
You couldn’t take it anymore as you push your hips to meet him, wishing that he would just fuck you already. His nostrils flared as he felt your wetness coat the head of his cock. He was aching to fuck you as much as you were aching to be fucked him, and the fact that you were so unapologetic about it, made his desire spurred up even more.
Grasping his erection, he fitted right at your entrance. A smile quirked at the corner of his lips as he eased himself in. Inch by inch, he moaned and groaned deep within his chest, enjoying the way you slowly consumed him, enveloping him with nothing but your warm silky heat.
“Fuck…” you uttered out loud as your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, hooking your ankles at his ass as he began to push. You could feel his muscles strained and corded from the movement. Strange planted his hands on either side of you as he pumped in and out of you vigorously, holding himself in the deepest possible position within you before he pulled himself all the way out in a tantalizing rhythm.
“Yes, please, please I’m so close,” you pleaded. He grunted as he sped up his thrusts, plunging and rocking against you. Your body began to flutter around him again. Stephen gritted his teeth as he felt your orgasm start to ripple through you, squeezing him so tightly that he could feel his own near as well.
His lips pulled back into a snarled, nostrils flared as he drove into you strenuously till spurts of his white, hot seme erupted from his body as he continued to delve into your warmness. All you could do was lay there. Your chest rose and fell as you watched him delve into you even if he spent the last drop inside of you.
Strange shuddered above you as he gave the last push and stayed there. His stillness almost scared you before he slowly withdrew himself from your heat and rolled onto his back. Once again, you were greeted by the sound of your panting and heavy breathing. Your body was aching at that point. So tired and spent from the moment you woke up that you found yourself drifting back into another sleep.
Time was insignificant here. The everlasting coldness and the isolation from the rest of humanity made it feel dreadful when there was no moon or sun to guide you. You had no concept of how long you have been here, and Strange refused to tell you, which frustrated you even more. One thing that was certain though was the routine between you and Strange. If you two weren’t too busy arguing, you were fucking each other till one of you passed out.
Your emotions ran higher than usual and you were more irritable at Strange. Sometimes you were crying at the slightest thing, which worried him greatly. As knowledgeable as he was in the mystic arts, no amount of research prepared him for this sort of onslaught of emotions.
One evening you found yourself rushing out of the dimly lit dining room at the smell of the food that was offered to you. You weren’t aware of it at first, but Stephen was standing right outside of the bathroom, watching you worriedly.
“Are you alright?”
You wiped your face with some water before turning and nodded, though your stomach was still feeling quite uneasy. “Just the smell…it made me nauseous,” you mumbled as you walked past him. “What the hell did you put in the food?”
With hands behind his back, Strange looked at you inquisitively. His dark brows pulled slightly together. “Not more than the usual amount of salt and pepper…”
“Oh…” you frowned.
Strange’s hand was on you, palm pressing flatly against your stomach.
“What are you–”
A faint purple light radiated under his palm. He suddenly withdrew his hand from you as if you had burned him. You wanted to ask him what he was doing, but when you looked up, you realized something was wrong.
“Stephen…” You were careful with your tone as you slowly reached out to him, but Stephen jerked away in a startle. You watch his eyes well up as a single drop of tear rolled down his cheek. He was looking at you then at his shaky palm before he covered his face and began to sob in it.
You were too stunned to speak when you witnessed such emotion pouring right out of him for the very first time. You have always thought that he was callused and cold, but now watching him slowly breaking down awakened something within you.
“Stephen…” you called out to him again. “What’s wrong?”
It took him a moment to finally compose himself as the realization slowly set in. The next word he spoke though, made your stomach flip.
“You’re pregnant,” he was finally able to speak, but even then his voice cracked.
The word pregnant hasn’t quite registered with you properly as you sat there staring at him. Your initial thought was how, but you remembered that you and Strange were fucking like dogs in heat since you got here, and to be quite frank, you haven’t been safe while doing so either. To add insult to your injury, the lack of sense of time made it difficult to track your period.
“I–,” you couldn’t find any words to say. Your hand instinctively clutched your stomach before looking up at his tears and brimming eyes. “What do I do?”
Strange’s eyes softened when he heard the tremor in your voice, and for the first time since you’ve been here, you have noticed the blue in his eyes as he knelt down in front of you. You once remembered how beautiful they were by the way they changed colors under different lights. Somehow this made you yearn to be touched by him.
Stephen took your hand in his and pressed your palm against his lips. The tenderness made you teared up. You weren’t supposed to feel anything for him, but for that instance, his vulnerability melted the ice in your heart, and you caved in.
“What do you want to do?”
The question surprised you. For a man that abducted you here to ask for your opinion was almost laughable.
“Clearly you want me to keep it.”
“Well, yes…it is mine after all, but…it is not about me now, is it? You are its mother…if you have no desire to be one right now, I won’t force you to do it.”
You let out an uncomfortable laugh suddenly. “Oh, that’s very rich coming from you.”
Stephen frowned at the way you responded. He was used to you cursing at him but not like this. He took a few deep breaths before he started. “My devotion is to you, and only you. Whatever you decide–whether to keep this or not, I’ll support you.”
You stared at him as more unknown emotion poured right out of you as you stared at him through your tears. “What–Are you–” you were practically heaving at this point as your lungs felt like it was being squeezed. “Are you suggesting that you can end this?”
Strange’s lips pressed into a thin line. As much as raising a child in the image of you and him was his dream, he had to accept that if you weren’t willing to carry it, there was no point. Plus, he was unsure what your pregnancy would be like in this fractured world. He has already lost you once, and his grief alone made him commit the most unthinkable acts. Losing you again would be unbearable.
He nodded, though you could clearly see his somber expression. You didn’t quite know what to say at this moment exactly.
“And if it happens again, what? Are you going to keep–” you stopped yourself as more tears began to form in the corner of your eyes.
“Whatever makes you happy,” he said softly.
“But is that going to make you happy?”
Stephen looked at you. He wanted to say no. He wanted to tell you that he was afraid of it as well. He wanted to tell you that the idea of it all hurt him dearly, but for a terrible man like him, happiness was unattainable. But instead, he asked you, “why does it matter?”
“Because I–” you stopped yourself suddenly, realizing the words you were about to say to him.
For that moment, you realized that through all of these tears and pain, you wanted him as much as he wanted you. Even if it was in a form of his twisted version of love, he was more than willing to give his heart to you, no matter how many times you have trampled it.
Your thought was interrupted though by the sound of the sanctum door groaning as the heavy wooden door opened lazily. Stephen’s expression changed completely as he got to his feet. Those once deep sapphire eyes slowly turned gray as the air around you thickened. You could clearly see a soft glow of purple enveloping your body.
“Stay here.”
Before you had time to ask, he had already disappeared behind the heavy wooden door.
You sat there waiting. And waited.
You didn’t know how long you sat there holding your breath and trying to listen for any signs. But Then the sanctum shook slightly and a loud screaming of another male voice came from the main hall. All of your thoughts went to him. Fear gnawing at your inside as you hug yourself.
Taking a few deep breaths to calm your nerves, you slowly made your way downstairs where all of the commotions came from. Dread filled you with every step you took. Many awful thoughts went through your head as you peeked behind the door.
Squinting through the haze, you could easily make out the soft purple glow of Strange’s magic. You noticed a body was strung up high above him. His third eyes opened, glaring at the person before him with a menace that chilled you to your bone. A cruel smile etched upon his features. Those once kind eyes that were looking at you with tears were no longer there. It was replaced with the face of a man filled with cruelty and sadism.
Tearing your gaze away, you found another body lying in a pool of blood….Your eyes then locked into a blank stare of a face laying beside the lifeless body. Bile began to rise up before you realized who it was.
“W-wong…” you managed to say out loud before you threw up.
Stephen’s head whipped in your direction. Anger filled him as he looked at you disapprovingly.
“What are you doing here?! Didn’t I say to stay put?!”
“What is happening?” you said in between sobs when your eyes drifted to find another Stephen Strang that was strung up with his limps spread apart.
“Y/N?! You weren’t supposed to be alive in this world…You used the Darkhold to bring her here, didn’t you?! No wonder this place is collapsing on itself!”
“Shut it!” Strange growled as his fingers slowly curled into a fist. A loud scream of agony emitted from the other man as his body strained. “You have no right–no right at all to take anything from me!”
“It’s not yours! Your abuse of power is what has been causing incursions across the multiverse! That damn thing needs to be destroyed before anyone else finds it!”
“If,” he said darkly before closing his palms. An agonizing cry ripped out of the other Strange’s mouth. A wet, cracking sound filled the silence as blood splattered and poured on the floor before you.
You watched, clearly stunned at the scene before you that your knees simply gave out. You didn’t know how long you were there or when Stephen had carried you back into the bedroom.
“What have you done?” was all you could manage to ask as another wave of nausea took over you.
“Protecting us,” he said simply.
“By killing?”
“I’ve done this many times before. It’s nothing new.”
Your stomach twisted into a knot at the way he was unhinged at his own action.
“It’s wrong, Stephen.”
“He was going to kill you anyway since you don’t belong in my world. I’m just stopping the inevitable from happening! Do you not see what I am trying to do here? I’m trying to keep you from dying!” He covered his head in his hands.
“Am I fated to die then?”
The question made him look up. Pain filled his expression. “I don’t know. I searched thousands of dreams before I brought you here. In some, we were happy together, and some…we lived without each other.”
“What about this one then? I’m not supposed to live on this one. Is this why this world is falling apart? By keeping me here, you are defiling the natural order, Stephen. It’s wrong!”
“Then let me be wrong! I don’t give a damn about anything anymore! I just want us to be together. Why can’t you see it?! We can be one happy family here,” he said, cupping your face in his hands. He looked almost on the edge of insanity. “I will destroy whoever dares to defy me and try to take you away from me. I’ll rip the worlds apart if I have to.”
You shuddered as you stared at him tears fell down your face before he pulled you into a kiss. Deep in your heart, you knew you were bound to him, mind and soul until both of you perished into nothingness.
And deep in your heart, you knew that he meant every word he said too.
Epilogue:
Earth-616
“Do you ever wonder what our lives would be like in another universe?” Wong asked with hands behind his back as he and Stephen walked across the courtyard of Kamar-Taj.
Spring had just begun as the smell of the flowers wafted in the air. The slight chill of the breeze made him shudder slightly,
“Hm, I really don’t think about it often enough,” Stephen chuckled softly. “Why are you asking all of a sudden?”
“Just a question of curiosity. You know, I do wonder if I’m still in charge here in another life.”
Stephen rolled his eyes. “Beat me. ”
“Do you think our dreams are just another view into our lives in another world?”
Stephen looked at Wong for a moment. If this was true, it made him wonder about his dream last night. It has been years since you were gone, and there wasn’t a day that he didn’t miss you. But what he saw last night felt more real than anything he has ever experienced before.
You and he were standing at the edge of the fractured world. Cold and gray, devoid of any life. Skulls and bones lay across the landscape. There was an air of longing and loneliness. The sanctum was slowly falling apart, closer to collapsing upon itself, yet he saw you smiling warmly directly at him as if he was the sun. Then he looked down to find you carrying a small bundle you held close in your arms.
It was blurry, but he remembered a small hand grasping at his finger, holding it there. It felt real, so real that when he woke up, he felt tears dampening his face.
If what Wong said was true, it made him wonder if that kind of world was possible–an existence that was closer to the brink of disintegration, yet a new life began on it. It was almost poetic.
“Y’know. I’ll get back to you on that one.”
A/N: I really didn’t plan to make this a two-parters because I’ve never thought about how this should end. I like to leave the ending to your interpretation, so maybe this won’t satisfy you, and maybe this will. How I see it, it’s kind of their own happy ending in a way, even if it’s a sad one.
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Summary: Stephen colours you in the deepest shades of desire.
Warning: Fluff, Smut
Word Count: 1.6k
a/n:. Requests are open.
Calmly, the rain tapped against the windows of the apartment. Vibrant light poured into the flat and kissed the features. His hands vanished under your hoodie. Lights flickered. The responsibilities were forgotten; the books were closed and the only sign that you were once sitting at the table was the monitor lighting up a part of the living room.
Stephen guided you away from the table, ignoring the slowly dying protests. The words full of responsibility no longer escaped, muffled by his soft lips. You lost yourself in the depths of his intense gaze, struggling for breath, searching for support even though you knew Stephen would never let you fall to the floor.
The long coat once resting on his shoulders slid to the ground, followed by the shoes and the suit jacket in dark tones. The minute Stephen stepped into the flat, he knew at once you still hadn’t left your spot at the table. You had rejected his offer to watch a movie, aware you had to finish the project, but the second his lips tenderly caressed your neck, the burden faded from your mind. His heavy breath collided with your flesh, conjuring goosebumps over your skin, sliding down your body in the shape of waves, unstoppable by any dam of the world.
You returned his gaze as the darkness disappeared. You saw him clearly, the man who towered high above you, the man your heart was longing for. Desire and hunger were in his gaze. His hands melted into your skin and your body turned to liquid gold and all the sorrow, all the pain, departed and dared not return. Unintelligibility came over his lips. His voice was unusually rough and when you closed your eyes and listened to the voice, you were sure it could not be Stephen speaking to you, but a stranger. Stephen’s masculine smell clouded your senses.
Without noticing, Stephen guided you through the flat. His gaze was sharp and walked towards the closed door leading into the bedroom. Stephen’s fingers clawed harder into your skin as his lips caressed your shoulder, wandering up the side of your neck. An indignant sound wanted to escape you, felt his hand, the warmth disappeared but before a complaint could reach his ears, you heard the sound of an opening door and immediately you understood what had happened.
“I love you.” Stephen breathed out of breath between the feather-light kisses he placed on the way up your neck, leaving a wet path behind.
The kisses began to tingle and suddenly he elicited a soft giggle from you, but it was quickly swallowed by an unstoppable moan as he caressed the sweet spot of your neck with his lips.
You whispered his name as if you were praying to a deity. You felt a widening grin forming on his lips, had closed your eyes in pleasure. Deeper, Stephen led you into the shared bedroom, knowing the way by heart, not wasting a moment with closing the door, passing the wardrobe and heading straight for the made bed, almost tripping but catching himself quickly, not falling over the small pile of clothing by his side of the bed.
The last pieces of clothing slid to the floor and his long fingers played with the hem of your shorts. A cold shiver danced down your spine as the cold wind kissed your skin but the warmth his body radiated banished the bumps.
The bed creaked softly and the mattress gave way under your weight. The fingers of his right hand traced the contours of your face and brushed the loose strand of hair away, behind your ear.
Stephen breathed a kiss full of passion on your lips and saw the marks appearing on the side of your neck. Your trembling fingers clutched the buttons of his shirt, undoing one button after the other, feeling his eyes burn into your flesh and wandering down your body. His muscles tensed. Your name escaped him over and over again. It was a serenade, an unforgettable melody of love and adoration. Accidently you rolled your hips against him and a growl, thunder and lightning escaped his throat. The kiss was soft, delicate, breath-taking, unforgettable.
Air no longer filled your lungs. Soft moans filled the room as his clothed manhood grew under your accidental touch. Your cheeks were heated. Stephen’s hands roamed your body, his fingers hid under the warm material, lifted the hoodie and tossed it away into the far corner of the room. Stephen didn’t bother with questions, knew exactly what you desired, your deepest wishes, saw the longing in the look in your eyes.
Your mind was clouded yet you saw sharply, his face, the serene smile spreading on his features, kissed by the light of the moon pouring through the wide and narrow windows flanked by curtains. His chest was moving unevenly and his breathing was hoarse. The button-down was gone, followed by his trousers matching the rest of the suit. Why Stephen had left the flat you no longer could remember, but you knew it was important. His fingers coloured your body in the shades of love.
Coldness journeyed down your spine and his keen eyes witnessed the unconcealable unevenness on your skin. A low scream echoed across the room. You closed your eyes as you felt his tongue softly licking your right nipple after he placed a kiss full of passion on your flesh. His fingers played with the neglected nipple, took it between thumb and index finger and saw how you turned to liquid gold under his touch. Again and again, his tongue flickered over the unevenness and suddenly the warmth vanished and returned. Your fingers clawed in the depths of his hair, trying to force him to rise, to kiss you, to spread warmth and love but he didn’t listen to your pleading voice and continued to leave a trail of wet kisses on your body as he travelled further down.
His hands followed his lips, touched your lovely body and stopped at the sides of your underwear. Featherlight kisses his lips placed on your skin. Searching for friction, you rolled your hips, but your skin didn’t collide with your lover. Stephen’s hands pressed you into the mattress, forbidding you to dare to move again.
He pumped the shaft of his manhood, spreading wetness and delight. Your gaze moved up and down, unable to keep your eyes from darting down to the middle of his body, and you gulped noticeably. Gently he grabs you by your hips, his thumbs caress your sides as he pushes you closer to him and then suddenly his grip tightens. A soft plea escaped your lips, but your lover didn’t answer. His breath collided with your core. He placed a featherlight kiss over your panties and his fingers remove the dark underwear in one swift motion. Stephen spread you open with his thumbs, brushes over your entrance with a widening grin.
“See how wet you are, my darling,” said Stephen teasingly.
In the barely prevailing light, Stephen presented what he had done to you, knowing he hadn’t properly touched you yet. Grateful for the darkness you lower your gaze, you were nevertheless sure he had certainly seen the expression in your eyes. A translucent circle formed beneath you. You moan, unable to hold it back any longer as he carefully pushes his finger into your depths. His fingers disappeared and came back into the light, was slow and careful, ignoring the words crossing your mind, letting his thumb circle in slower getting circles over your clit. He flicked your clit with his tongue and you moaned in delight, and he smirked as he saw the effect, he had on you. He pulls your hips against him, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to his broad chest.
Stephen whispered your name in a moan as you rolled your hips. Suddenly the warmth faded away and a low scream muffled by your lips dared to escape as he pushes into your wet core, had rubbed the head into your entrance. Small whining whimpers leave your mouth as you arch your back. He rolls his hips, stretches you, hitting your tender spot over and over again. Praising words slipped after curses and words full of adoration. The sound of skin slapping and creaking of the bed roared and echoed in the apartment. Mist was rising and clouds clouded your mind. Rolling your eyes back a soft prayer resounded.
“I’m going to cum.” you whisper, no longer able to hold back.
The words didn’t need to escape your throat, Stephen felt it, felt how your walls tightened around his manhood. He was breathing heavily and suddenly the world was still, deep in slumber. A wave of ecstasy washed over you, but your lover didn’t stop, continued at a sloppy pace to vanish in your depths till the wave captured him entirely.
Summary: After Stephen saves the world he arrives after months of departure and faces his pregnant fiancé.
Warning: fluff, Angst
Word Count: 1.5k
Requests are Open
Lovingly, her fingers stroked the curve of her belly and stared into the far distance of the city, watching the tears of the dense clouds dancing across the windows of the flat she shared with her husband.
The stiff wind knocked on the high windows. Exhausted, Y/N leaned her head against the cold glass and exhaled loudly as the pleasant cold banished the uncomfortable warmth from her body. A weak smile adorned her face. Y/N had imagined it differently. Every sunrise the young woman hoped the door to the apartment would open and she would find herself in his arms again, but slowly Y/N understood she would never find a moment of peace in his firm embrace again, never be able to let him know how much she loves him.
Firmly, Y/N clawed her fingers into the fluffy blanket, imagining she was in Stephen’s arms. Her forehead left a spot on the window. She turned and let her gaze wander around the living room and a faint smile graced her lips as her eyes fell on the only picture in the flat hanging on the other side of the wall in beige tones.
She wished she could dimly remember the day the picture was taken but the moment was unforgettable and the ring on her finger reminded her every day of how she had answered the question of all questions.
Y/N was unable to see his belongings anymore, it pained her too greatly and made it nearly impossible to enter the various rooms of the home. She had put all his belongings in a box after Stephen had not arrived after six months and the rumours came to light that he was maybe no longer among the living.
More and more lights went out as the clock ticked. The mobile phone in the depths of her pocket was on silent, knowing exactly what would happen if she took the calls of her friends. She didn’t desire to hear the reassuring words, telling her Stephen would soon come, but with each passing hour, Y/N doubted more and more that she would ever see him again. The fear gnawing at her soul disappeared. The smile on her lips spread and the darkness threatening to cover her as a veil faded away. Laughing, Y/N stroked over the ever-growing belly.
“Hey little one, you’re so small, yet you have so much strength. You are going to be such a strong girl.” Y/N breathed in a loving tone, forgetting fear and anger rising in her heart.
Tears took away her vision.
"I’m sorry, my little sunshine. I love you dearly. I wish I could offer you something my mother couldn’t, but I see I can’t give you a father to be by your side, either. But hey, look at me, I’m relatively normal and I was raised without a dad. And you will have great uncles and aunts who have promised to help us. Uncle Peter, for example, hung outside the window and wouldn’t stop knocking on the glass until I let him in.” Y/N added, laughing after a few moments of silence.
Grinning, Y/N remembered the boy who came over every day to not to leave her on her own, even if she didn’t want anyone by her side, wanted to grief alone. Yet Y/N couldn’t chase the boy away and the bag in the guest room was a daily reminder that Peter had nearly moved in.
There was an uncomfortable chill reigning in the flat, but Y/N didn’t mind, looking off into the distance and back down at the barely trafficked street. The lights were no longer blinding. He hadn’t opened the door, and the portal vanished soundlessly. A strange, indescribable feeling spread through his heart and the uncommon dressed man took a step into the lovingly furnished living room. Stephen feared the worst, but as soon as his eyes witnessed the woman, his heart was longing for looking out of the window the heavy burden dropped from his heart, realising nothing had happened to her.
The dark hair was dishevelled, not lying neatly on his head. A few grey strands, mirroring the tone of a spider’s web as morning dew danced down the fine threads, broke through the darkness. No blood dripped from his healed wounds. Scars and scratches adorned his body, but none of them ached as much his heart yearning for a loving touch. Guilt dripped from his lips, knowing he had made a horrible mistake, but he was unable to take back what he had done.
Y/N had not noticed the man who made no sound, who was looking at the calendar hanging on the wall near him. He wanted to destroy the space between them to hold her tightly in his arms but he couldn’t take his eyes off the numbers framed by a red circle. His eyes widened and he felt his heart tighten. Names and times were written in curved letters under the various dates, had heard the names at least once in his life. Questions blazed in his eyes and suddenly he turned, unable to remain silent.
“Y/N/N?” breathed a voice.
She was no longer breathing. Her hands rested on her stomach in a protective gesture, fearing, but then she recognised the eyes settling on her, piercing like a sharp dagger through the dimness of the apartment.
The shadow moved swiftly across his face. Y/N couldn’t believe her eyes, was sure she was dreaming, thought she had fallen asleep on the sofa, but then she felt the hot tears streaming in great rivers down her cheeks and was sure she wasn’t asleep. Shocked, the tall man let his eyes wander over his fiancée’s body, immediately seeing what not even the blanket resting on her shoulders could hide. All the hatred, pent-up anger and grief she had been storing up for the last few months disappeared, were carried away by the warm breeze, by his unmistakable smell.
“You’ve been gone for a long time,” Y/N breathed, still unable to believe her eyes.
He witnessed the ring gracing her hand sparkling in the faint light like a lone star. The question laying on his tongue did not cross his lip, knew it did not need to escape, knew the answer.
“I can explain everything, my love. Please forgive me. I couldn’t leave them, they needed me, the world needed me, but I know you need me too, I can see it clearly.” he said in a broken voice.
Hatred and anger no longer rooted in her heart.
“You couldn’t have known Stephen. I found out two weeks later, I felt very sick and made an appointment. No one knew where you were and I realised after a while that there was no point in searching for you. I tried to find you.” Y/N answered weakly but loud enough to know Stephen could hear her loud and clearly.
Cautiously Stephen took one step at a time, leading the way. His arms wrapped gently around her body, pressed her tightly to his chest and smiled, forgetting the pain of his wounds as he felt a hand collide with his torso, appearing to reach for him.
“May I?” he whispered weakly in a quivering voice.
Tears blocked his vision but Y/N could not see them as they dared to cross the borders and travelled in narrow streams down his features.
“Of course, my love, you don’t have to ask me, it’s our child. A part of you. I’ve told her about you every day. You don’t have to fear, I told her only nice things about you.”, "Her?” he probed, wanting to be sure he had heard correctly.
Y/N nodded.
“A little girl, I haven’t decided on a name yet, I was hoping we could choose a name together but I’ve already decorated the nursery. Peter helped me a lot, he more than less moved in and refused to leave me alone and I am glad he stayed. He brings me the groceries and I have even sent him at the stroke of midnight to get me some ice cream.” Y/N told.
Her eyes glistened.
“Would you like to see the nursery? I hope you like it and you don’t need to worry, I didn’t throw your things away, they are in a box. I’m sorry but I couldn’t see them anymore but I kept the engagement ring and pictures.” Y/N breathed.
Knowingly, Stephen nodded, understanding his soon to be wife completely. Tender words slipped. Gently, his hands stroked down her back, caressed her skin and he felt the cloak disappear from his shoulders and slowly fly to her and settle on Y/N’s shoulders. Lovingly, his lips settled on hers and then he kissed the tears away before they could move further down her face kissed by the faint light of the waning moon.
If you’ve followed me since Multiverse of Madness hit the big screen, then you’ll know I’ve developed quite a passion for the Stephen Strange Variants. Defender Strange is my favorite, and he’s lodged himself in my noggin, demanding to be fic’d. I finally came up with a concept, and I have no idea if I’ll continue, but please indulge my little flight of fancy—won’t you?
summary: You had a hard day of training, honing your fighting skills, as you have finally been placed on permanent rotation to assist the Sorcerer Supreme himself, in his constant battles to keep Earth and our Universe safe from merciless Evil. You admire Stephen Strange, and set him as a high example of the sort of Sorcerer you hope to someday become—while you heart harbors a secret, unfulfillable crush. This evening, you’ve proceeded to the sauna, to help you relax and work out the knots and muscle strain from the training session you subjected your self to. You are gobsmacked to find yourself in the company of Strange himself, seeking the same sort of relief.
rating: general audience (except for one naughty word)
word count:2.5k
A long, intense session of hand-to-hand combat training had pushed you nearly to your physical limit, but evening brought the chance for some much-needed relief. You had headed directly to the red cedar sauna at the far end of the compound, knowing that the heat and steam would be the best balm for the muscle strain and exhaustion that seemed to infuse every cell of you body. Grateful to find you had the place to yourself, you doused the coals—enchanted to burn continuously with no need for replacement—with water enough to swiftly fill the narrow room with a cloud of steam, and then took a seat on one of the lower benches that lined the walls.
You bowed your head, kneading the back of your neck a bit, while ruminating on the trials that lay before you, as you were nearing the tests that would at last determine if you were finally qualified to earn the rank of Master. You felt confident and well-prepared—and surprisingly happy in the vocation that you had stumbled upon in the wake of the sudden loss of the future you had planned with your late fiancé. Though your heart would forever mourn him and the hopes that you had shared, it now seemed to you that Fate itself had guided your course to Kamar-Taj for the healing of your forlorn soul and the repurposing of your life.
Your training in the Mystic Arts had gifted you with heightened awareness and keener senses. A whisper of cool air prickled across your skin, telling you the curtain separating the sauna room from the antechamber had been silently pushed aside. The slight creak of the floorboards confirmed that someone had joined you. You felt a powerful yet restrained presence loom over you—and looked up to meet the unwavering gaze of the man upon whom you heart now secretly rested. Stephen Strange.
Stephen Strange, bare-chested, and scantily clad as was appropriate for the setting. The strong breadth of his shoulders—always obvious, even beneath the several layers of his usual tunic and robes—took your breath away. You could hear you pulse pound in your brain, from a mix of surprise and unquenchable desire.
Title: I Want to Feel You Burn With Me (Part Two) Pairing: Sinister!Strange x Fem!Reader Warnings: 13+ for mentions of blood and wounds, description of nudity, possessiveness, seductive advances, rough kissing, choking, light mention of spoilers (do not read if you haven’t seen the film)
Summary: You are inside the blackened foundations of the Sanctum with Stephen Strange attending to you. While you try to understand and uncover the secrets of the different construct you’re in, Stephen himself has a few plans for you now that you’re in his grasp.
And yes, there’s gonna be smut in the next part. Mwahaha!
My first time writing for Defender Strange, definitely got inspired by some of the posts I’ve seen about him recently and had to give him a try.
Paring: Defender!Strange x Sorcerer F!Reader
Word Count: 4,372 (Things got a bit out of hand )
Description: Defender Stephen’s jealousy gets the best of him while watching his wife teach a combat class at Kamar-Taj.
Other Things: Pre-establish relationship/they’re married. Defenders make appearance. Strange is jealous, and HC that this him is more than ok with some PDA when he’s in that headspace. He’s also a bit subby.
Warnings: Suggestive. Jealousy. Some swearing. Not really spoilers for MoM? It’s referencing the character from the movie, but his life prior to events in the movie.
genre: friendship, pining, angst, hurt/comfort (if you squint)
rating: general audience
word count: 1.7k
You had been happily surprised at how swiftly the Sorcerer Supreme had drawn you into his life. Barely three weeks ago, a chance meeting in the compound sauna, moments of soft vulnerability shared there, the beginning of an unexpected friendship. Why me, you had often wondered since that evening. You were nothing special among the ranks of those who dwelled in Kamar-Taj, yet somehow Stephen Strange found your company pleasant enough, your conversations interesting enough, to ask for more.
That evening had led to regular evening tea and conversations—on an astonishingly wide range of topics—on those nights when he wasn’t ranging far across the globe or multiple dimensions, fulfilling his duties as humanity’s staunchest, most dutiful, defender. All too soon you began to miss him when he was away. And worry for his safety. Not that you could speak of such feelings to him. The balance between you was strictly platonic, and mentor to student—transforming the crush you had harbored for months and months into a bittersweet secret you needed to guard more religiously than any secret of your life.
wanted a woman, never bargained for you // lotsa people talking, few of them know // soul of a woman was created below (i like it)
sorry this took so long, i got horny multiple times while writing this & had to seek jesus (couldn’t find him)
most smut fics are love letters, this? this is hate mail. to stephen strange, specifically. consider this my honest attempt at enemies to lovers. pushing my three favourite agendas: doctor stephen strange, pasta and led zeppelin.
warnings: enemies to lovers, trust issues, overthinking/insecure!reader, 18+: face-sitting/riding, dirty talk, stephen’s whore mouth, pet names, hitting it from the back sorcerer style, some light bondage, creampie, just filth, okay? softdom!stephen that knows you can be a good girl if you put a little effort into it. brat taming, maybe? word count 8.5k
I’ve seen some creators on here offering up their services in exchange for donations to humanitarian relief funds for Ukraine and have decided to join in. If you make a donation to Razom and send me a screenshot I’ll write you whatever you want.
“You know you could overtake the car in front of you and put your foot on the gas.”
“I’m sorry, is my driving bothering you? You know, you could’ve portaled us to this speaking arrangement.” Stephen and I were currently on our way to a function that he had been invited to speak at and he’s spent the last ten minutes criticising my driving from his place in the front seat.
“I wanted this to be normal for us, we need normal but hunnie, your driving sucks.” Stephen gently squeezed my thigh and I briefly looked over at him before focusing on the road ahead.
“And this is how normal people drive. I don’t see why you’re trying to get me to go above the speed limit and might I remind your magical ass, I did do defensive driving but I’m not going to drive recklessly because you get bored in long car rides.”
“You’re no fun.”
“Excuse me? I’m no fun? Okay, did you forget what led you to become Master of the Mystical Arts? You were speeding around corners in the rain all while on the phone, you tried to overtake but instead…”
“I ended up in a ditch with messed up hands.” Although I couldn’t see him, I knew he rolled his eyes at the recollection of the life changing events that took place all those years ago.
“Exactly, so tell me why I should take driving instructions from you Doctor? You’re the last person I’d take driving advice from, all things considered.” He scoffed again but this time he gave up on trying to respond with some snarky comeback which made me smile even more.
Summary: In order to get the job done a little flirting is necessary.
Warnings: mention of needles and light smut
NOTE: This fic is set just before the events of Civil War and Doctor Strange where Stephen is a regular neurosurgeon. I’ve been sitting on this one for some time now.
“Ignore it.” Stephen continued to kiss my neck and jawline, rolling me onto my back in order to keep me from answering my phone that kept buzzing on his nightstand.
“It’s important-mhmm..” A moan fell past my lips as he grounded himself against me. Stephen crashed his lips against mine in a lazy kiss; my hands roamed from his shoulders to his chest and using enough force I successfully rolled us over.
“This really better be important."
"Oh relax, we’ve been going at it for hours.” Stephen held onto my thighs, rubbing small circles into my exposed flesh with his thumb. I hugged the white sheet close to my body as I reached over to pick up my phone.
“Tony?”
“Shake your ass sunshine, we’ve got a mission.” Stephen smirked cheekily at me, thrusting his hips upwards which earned him a playful smack on his abdomen.
“I’m sure you’re capable of handling this one yourself.”
“I would if I was able to flirt my way into this man’s apartment to get what I need.” Stephen sat up moving his hands from my thighs to my ass giving it a firm squeeze. His stubble burned against my neck as he left a trail of kisses on my exposed flesh.
“Can’t Nat help you with this because I’m in the middle of something.”
“Kiss the doctor goodbye and let’s get going.”
“How did you- Friday. Fine, I’ll be there in twenty.”Hanging up I threw the phone onto the bed, leaving kisses on Stephen’s collar bone.
“You have to go.”
“I do.” I couldn’t hold in my laugh as he securely held onto me, dragging me down with him as he laid back on his pillow. Stephen ghosted his fingers along my spine leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“I don’t want you to leave just yet.”
“I don’t either but just like you doctor, I have to leave whenever my phone rings.” He opened his mouth to make a remark only to be cut short by his ringtone. Reaching over I grabbed it, a broad smile made its way onto my face once I saw the caller ID.
“You were about to say something?” He took the device and answered it, holding it up to his ear. I moved to get off of him but he kept me in place with his free arm. With my eyes trained on his face, I left a sizeable hickey on his chest as well as a few love bites here and there.
“I’ll be there in an hour.”
“Not a word Ms. Stark.” Hooking his index finger under my chin he tilted my head back to kiss me a couple times before pulling away.
“See, you know I’m right.” Groaning at my statement, he rolled me onto my back; his blue eyes locked with mine. Reaching up, I ran my fingers across his stubble that was surely going to be removed before he goes to work.
“Yes, you were. Now let’s get out of this bed before we never leave. Just do me a favour, be careful.”
“The most work I’ll be doing is flirting my way into some old dudes condo, nothing that’ll land me on your operating table.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
Smirking, I pushed on his chest and he got off of me, planting both his feet on the hardwood floor. Stephen stood in all his glory showcasing his entire physique for me to see.
“Oh relax, I’m not going to sleep with the guy.” I threw the covers back and got out of bed. Stephen located his boxers from last night and pulled them up while I was in the middle of slipping on my clothes.
“You better not.”
“Is that a hint of jealousy Doctor Strange?” Stephen towered over me with both hands on my hips.
“I don’t get jealous.”
—
“You know I forgot to say this earlier but you do look lovely tonight sis.” Tony’s voice came through my comms. Bringing the cocktail glass up to my lips, I took a sip of my drink, eyes searching the sea of faces to find our target.
“I’m sure your doctor friend would’ve loved to see you in that dress.”
“What are you doing Tony?” Our eyes locked from across the room, he had a smirk on his face which told me that he was definitely up to no good.
“When do I get to meet him?”
“Never, so please drop it.”
“He makes you happy, that much I could tell. You’re blushing.”
“I’m not, it’s the alcohol. I’ve got eyes on Colin.”
“Go work your magic, just don’t take it too far. I wouldn’t want you to cheat on your lover.” Smiling at Tony I subtly flipped him off as I downed the contents of my glass. Colin walked over to me at the bar with his arms open to greet me.
“Mon ami! It’s nice to see you here.”
“Colin, it’s nice to see you again.” He kissed both my cheeks and took my hand in his, smiling as he took in my appearance.
“You look just as beautiful as I remember.” Colin and I started catching up with each other, well, he was mainly telling me more about his company. Information that I really don’t care about. Colin knocked back his whiskey, snaking his hand onto the small of my back just above the curve of my ass.
Time to get the show on the road Y/N
“I’m really glad to hear about all of that but maybe we could take this conversation somewhere more private?” Colin and I had a thing going on back in college so when Tony briefed me on who our target was I knew this was going to be easy. Batting my eyes at him, I toyed with the lapels of his suit jacket.
“I don’t see why not.” Taking my clutch in one hand I slipped the other into his and followed his lead to the elevator. Colin had my back pressed against the wall the minute the doors shut behind us, kissing every inch of my skin that was available to him.
All I kept thinking about during the ride up to his penthouse was the neurosurgeon who was in the middle of a surgery blocks away from this building. The doors opened and he guided me to his door, thankfully there wasn’t anyone in the hallway to witness me jabbing him in the neck with a sedative. His limp body hit the ground and I grabbed the key to his condo to unlock the door. I pushed the door open and dragged him inside.
“Did you sedate him yet?”
“I did. This part shouldn’t take long.” I retrieved the tiny bug device Tony gave me to place on his computer and headed straight to his study.
“Jackpot! Okay Friday, take the wheel.” I placed the device on his computer and looked at the download bar on the screen.
“So you’re really not going to introduce me to this man?”
“Exactly, I really like this one and you would only mess it up for me.”
“He knows that you’re an Avenger. What could I possibly do to mess it up?”
“I don’t know Tony and quite frankly, I don’t want to find out. Stephen is too good to me, he’s normal and makes me happy. That should be more than enough for you to know about him.”
“I’m running a background check-”
“Tony Stark, do not do that!” All of Colin’s files were downloaded and Friday wiped the computer clean. I grabbed my clutch on my way out of the room and walked straight past Colin who was still unconscious on the ground.
“Well this was fun.”
“Always nice working with you sis.”
—
There was a knock on my front door and I paused my movie to answer it. Stephen’s smile dimmed once his eyes landed on me which made me slightly confused.
“What’s that?”
“What’s what?” I stepped aside to let him in and he immediately titled my head to the side to get a better view of my neck.
“Why do you have a hickey on your neck?” Stephen cocked an eyebrow at me pulling his lips into a thin line.
“I told you I had to flirt my way in and no, I did not cheat on you if that’s what you were thinking. Hell, I didn’t even kiss Colin.” Stephen shrugged his jacket off and threw it over the back of the sofa.
“I don’t like it.” There was no denying that he was jealous at the fact that another man had his hands on her while he was away.
“You know, for someone who doesn’t get jealous you sure are right now, Strange.” Stephen scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. I closed the distance between us and wrapped my arms around his waist.
“I’m not jealous.”
“Prove it.”
Stephen wasted no time in crashing his lips against mine, leaning down a bit to lift me off the ground. My legs wrapped around his waist as he circled the sofa to lie us down on it.
Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader ft. Steve Rogers
Summary: It’s been five years since Thanos wiped away half of the population including Y/N’s lover and while Steve is trying to get her to face the harsh reality, she’s dead set on getting him back.
Y/N angrily wiped away the stream of tears that continued to flow from her already puffy eyes. She could barely keep it together thinking about what happened in Wakanda five years ago, the day she lost friends, people she called a family.
The day she lost Stephen.
Each year that passed she thought that she’d be able to think about him without sobbing uncontrollably but each year she was wrong. She missed her lover the most. The last time she saw him was the night before everything went downhill with the spaceship that showed up in the city.
“You know you don’t have to go, you could stay here with me. You already have a drawer, your own toothbrush in the bathroom. Stay.” Stephen lightly traced his fingers along the column of her spine as they cuddled, basking in the afterglow of their steamy night.
“Are you asking me to move in with you Strange?” Y/N shifted herself to look at him, her eyes finding his immediately as he was already staring down at her. Stephen cradled her cheek with his free hand, smiling as she kissed his palm before nuzzling into his touch.
“Honey I’m not asking. I’m telling you to stay.”
“So damn bossy Doc.”
Through her blurred vision Y/N found Stephen’s name on the huge stone wall in the midst of all the others who disappeared after the snap. In the five years she never reached out to Wong or even set foot in the direction of the New York Sanctum, she couldn’t bear to visit, knowing that when she walked through the doors she wouldn’t be greeted by her boyfriend.
“Hey.” Steve’s large hand held onto her shoulder, coaxing her away from the stone wall and into his arms. He knew she was going to be there today and he didn’t want her to be alone, she always tried to hide her emotions from everyone but he saw right through her facade as she did see through his.
“We have to do something.” Y/N sobbed into his chest, dropping all her walls in the moment. She hadn’t realised how badly she needed to let it all out and stop suppressing what she felt until Steve hugged her.
“Y/N I’m sure there’s nothing more that we can do but-”
“Don’t even think about telling me to move on Rogers.” She pulled away from him and dried her tears with the sleeve of her sweater.
“I’m sure there’s something that we could do to get everyone back. Maybe, maybe we could go back in time and change it all. I just- we have to bring them back.”
“Time travel isn’t a thing.”
“I know but-” The super soldier held onto both of her shoulders as he spoke. He was about to say exactly what she didn’t want to hear and it crushes him to have to do this to his friend but he can’t bear to see her drive herself crazy living in the world of what ifs any longer.
“Y/N, I know you miss him and I know that you’d want to do everything in your power to get him back but you can’t. Stephen is gone, it sucks to say it but he is. We’ve lost so many people and I wish that there was something that we could do to bring them back but let’s face it, we can’t.” Y/N scoffed, shrugging his hands off of her. She couldn’t believe that America’s golden boy lost all hope too, the one person she thought would’ve been jumping to bring back half the goddamn population and his buddies didn’t want to at least try.
“So that’s it Steve, you’re not even willing to try to get your friends back. I wish Sam and Bucky could hear the words come out of your mouth right now, what a great friend you are. The funny thing is, you and Tony finally agree on something for once. Either of you just want to count your losses and live life like we didn’t lose it all to a fucking purple asshole!”
“Tony is happy, he finally has the life he’s always wanted with Pepper-”
“Oh right I’m supposed to give a damn about his happiness when I’m not? I love the fact that he’s got the wife and kid, the family he dreamed of but at what cost? I was with someone that I saw a future with, someone who cared about me, loved me and before we even had the chance of taking another step in our relationship it was over. Steve you’re not happy, you try to hide it all the time but you’re far from it.” Steve looked down at his shoes briefly, she was right about him being unhappy.
“You’re right, I’m not happy about any of this but I’m not jeopardising what we have now in any attempt to get back what we lost. I kissed that dream goodbye so long ago, it’s time you do the same.” Steve kissed her temple as he walked past her to get to his group meeting. Y/N hung her head low to hide her fresh tears from the people that walked by.
She didn’t want to say goodbye to Stephen or any of the memories that they shared together so easily when there’s bound to be something that could be done to get him back. With her eyes closed, images of Stephen flooded her mind.
“I love you.”
“I love you.” Mumbling, she kissed her fingers and touched his name on the wall. She shoved her hands into the pockets of her sweater and took a couple steps back. She wasn’t going to give up hope so easily. Looking up at the night sky she weakly smiled at the stars that were faintly visible.
“I’m such an idiot Pepper, I willingly went to that engagement party with Stephen knowing that they used to be a thing.” Y/N was filling in the red-head on her breakup with the sorcerer. It’s been two days since the entire thing and she managed to drag herself out of bed today only to camp out on her couch.
“That’s not being stupid Y/N. If anything, he’s the stupid one. He let you walk out.”
“Yeah because he didn’t love me enough to care in the first place.” Y/N shovelled another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth and used the sleeve of her sweater to dry the tears that didn’t seem to want to stop.
“I’m sure that’s not true.”
“Believe me, it’s true. He said that he still had feelings for her-” The sound of her doorbell being rung filled the entire house alerting her of someone’s presence on her doorstep. She placed the tub of ice cream on the coffee table and headed for the door with her phone in hand.
“Someone’s at the door, I’ve gotta go.” The call disconnected as she opened the door. She could’ve sworn she just saw her brain from how hard she just rolled her eyes at the last person she wanted to see at the moment. Stephen stood there with equally red puffy eyes and a pained expression on his face. He hadn’t slept at all since that night, his mind kept him wide awake thinking about the endless ways that could’ve been avoided and how best he could try to win her back.
“Whatever it is you’re here to say, I’m not interested in hearing it.”
“Y/N, please. You didn’t give me a chance to say anything that night.”
“And you thought by showing up on my doorstep tonight was a good idea? Stephen-” Y/N started closing the door on him but he stopped it with his hand.
“I love you Y/N.”
“You don’t-”
“I do. Please, let me in so we could talk.” Stephen released a small sigh of relief when she opened the door for him to get inside. His eyes immediately focused on some of his things that he’d left at her home in a box off to the side.
Whatever you’re about to say Stephen better be good otherwise she’d be putting you out with your stuff
Ignoring the voice inside his head, Stephen turned to face her. Y/N crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for him to say something.
“For the past two days all I could think of was how stupid I was to let you walk away so easily. You mean so much to me Y/N whether you believe it or not, you do.”
“Clearly not enough, you told me you still love Christine.”
“One thing you have to understand Y/N, Christine and I never really figured out what we were and then things kept happening one after the other. Thanos came and wiped half of the population away, I was gone for five years and when I returned I found out she moved on.” Y/N watched on as Stephen paced the floor.
“I messed up my chances with her long before that and I couldn’t seem to move on since then until you happened.”
“Stephen you and I only happened because I showed up on the Sanctum’s doorstep in the middle of the night. I couldn’t sleep, I was hurting, mourning the loss of my friends, the people that I called a family. I didn’t have anyone else to talk too about any of the things that happened so I came to you. We were both in pain and we numbed it with each other.”
Y/N recalled the night she wound up at the Sanctum in the pouring rain in need of someone to talk to, a friend. Stephen was wide awake when she showed up, he too was having a hard time trying to fall asleep. He let her in and they both talked about what happened. Their emotions changed from being devastated to anger and hurt which led to them releasing all their frustrations out on one another, tangled up in his sheets.
“We started off as being each other’s temporary fix until you said that you wanted to take things to another level and I obviously wanted to do the same.”
“Yeah, I asked you to go out with me because I saw you as more than just someone to warm my bed at night. I fell in love with you before I even realised it Y/N.”
“Did you really or was that just your way of trying to get over your ex lover?” Stephen scoffed at her remark, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing right now.
“Is that what you think our relationshipwas about? Me using you to get over a woman that I barely even dated?”
“Stephen if our relationship meant anything to you at all you wouldn’t have kept wearing the watch she gave you. All I’m saying is, if you really loved or respected me, you wouldn’t have kept wearing it. For fuck’s sake Strange, you took me to a dinner party knowing damn well that it was her engagement party!”
“I know I was wrong for doing that but I needed to know that she was happy!” Stephen’s voice elevated a bit as he took a few steps in her direction. Y/N was on the verge of launching the vase at his head but reminded herself that he’d most definitely stop it before it could make any contact. So instead of doing that she laughed as if what he just said was the funniest joke ever told.
“You needed to know if shewas happy, ha! Okay, let me ask you this since we’re so interested in finding out if the people around us are happy. Were youhappy Stephen? Were you happy with me?”
“Yes Y/N, I was happy with you.”
“Ha ha, this is what gets me. You’re saying the words but your actions don’t line up Stephen. You said that you were happy with me but yet still you care so deeply about her and what she’s doing with her life. I’m not saying that you shouldn’t care because there’s more to it where both of you are concerned but we were together and you didn’t seem to care about how I felt after you told me about her. Instead you kept wearing the busted watch like it was nothing on our dates, when we’d spend time together, you never left home without it.” Y/N took the remaining steps needed to close the distance between them with her eyes locked on his.
“I even got you a new one to see if you’d take the hint and put the one she gave you away but instead mine is still in the box it came in on your dresser. You’re probably thinking that I’m mad over a watch, I’m not. I’m mad at you for not caring enough and I’m mad at myself for loving you so much that I forced myself to stay with you.”
“You’re right, I shouldn’t have kept wearing it but that doesn’t mean that I don’t love you and taking you to her engagement party was truly just to see if she found someone that wasn’t like me. I destroy every good thing in my life one way or the other and this right here, is proof of that.” Stephen hesitantly reached up to cup her face and did so once he realised that she wasn’t going to pull away. She was tired of arguing with him, she wanted this entire thing to be done with.
“You’ve been so good to me, you’ve put up with me and my assholery for far too long. I was a jackass for not realising that my actions were hurting you and for that I’m sorry. I’m sorry for hurting you the way that I did. I know this might be a long shot but Y/N, could you give us another chance?” Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut, enjoying the feel of his thumb brushing against her tear stained cheek; her anger bubbling down at his comforting touch.
“I don’t deserve it but you mean so much to me and I’m not ready to walk away from us.”
“You’re damn right about not deserving a second chance.”
“But?” Stephen lightly smiled down at her sensing that there was more to her sentence.
“But, we’re going to have to work on this together.” Y/N was still upset but she knew that she’d get over it sooner or later. Stephen felt like a weight had been lifted off his chest.
“I promise you, you won’t regret this. I love you so much Y/N.”
“I love you too Stephen.” The sorcerer captured her lips in a sweet kiss, holding her closer to his body. Y/N snaked her arms around his middle, melting into their kiss.
Y/N’s been stressed out lately with work for the past couple weeks. Just like Stephen, Y/N was also a well known neurosurgeon and lately her list of expired patients has grown exceptionally. For the life of her she couldn’t tell what exactly was the problem; was it her or was her patients too far gone before they got onto the table?
Releasing a heavy sigh, Y/N let herself into her home and locked the door behind her. Stephen closed the book in his hands and put it off to the side, his charming smile slowly dimmed once he saw the glum look on his fiance’s face. He watched as she dropped her keys and purse on the table in the hallway and kicked off her sneakers while fighting to hold back the tears.
“Hunnie?”
“I’m gonna go take a shower.”
Y/N headed straight for their bathroom, removing her clothes in the process. She needed to take a shower to wash off the sucky ass day she had, she didn’t even want to be around Stephen because all she saw when she looked at him was the neurosurgeon she’d never be and that made her even more sad. With the cold water running, Y/N stepped under, soaking her entire body from head to toe.
“I’ll see you when you’ve finished working your magic doc.”
“I’ll be right here waiting when you wake up.”
The sound of the water hitting the bathroom tiles muffled the ugly sobs she produced as she finally allowed herself to fall apart. Y/N held her hands to her chest, crying at the thought of what her patient’s last words to her were. She failed him, she failed herself and for some reason she felt like she failed Stephen too.
Stephen lightly pushed the bathroom door open and his heart broke seeing her in this state. He didn’t waste time stripping down and joined her in the shower; he pulled her back into his chest and wrapped his arms securely around her.
“Stephen please leave me alone.” She hiccupped trying to wiggle her way out of his hold but stopped once she realised that he didn’t plan on letting her go anytime soon. Stephen kissed the back of her head and shoulder, feeling her relax into his touch.
“I’m a failure.”
“You’re not, you’re an incredible surgeon who’s just going through a rough patch right now.”
“I failed my patients, their families, myself, you…” Stephen turned her around to face him but she found more interest in his pectoral muscles than looking up into his eyes. Using his index finger, Stephen tilted her head back forcing her to look at him as he spoke.
“You could never fail me darling. We’ve all lost people on the table, we all knew the risks and doing surgery on someone’s brain isn’t an easy thing to do. You did your best but sometimes, our best isn’t enough.” Stephen was right but she couldn’t help but blame herself still for the loss of her patients.
“Kiss me.”
“What?”
“Stephen I need a distraction so, kiss me. Kiss me until I forget everything.” Cupping her face in his hands, Stephen closed the distance between them, gently capturing her lips in a much needed kiss. Y/N guided her hands up his biceps up to his hair and grabbed a handful of it, ripping a groan from his chest.
Stephen backed her up until her back came into contact with the cold tiles; their innocent kiss took a sharp turn. Y/N broke apart for a second lightly biting down on his bottom lip in the process. Stephen’s hands roamed every inch of skin that they came into contact with on her body; she dragged her hands down his chest and abdomen.
“Mhmm.”
Stephen’s eyes shut feeling her wrap her hand around his shaft, jerking him a couple times. Y/N trailed kisses along his strong jawline and column of his neck, nibbling on his exposed flesh. Stephen nudged her legs apart, running his fingers through her slick folds returning the favour. Y/N bucked her hips into his palm, grinding down on it for more stimulation on her clit.
“You’re so needy baby.”
With his eyes locked with hers, Stephen lowered himself to his knees and hooked her right leg over his shoulder; he flattened his tongue against her lower lips, coating it in her sweet juices and dragged it up to her bundle of nerves making her squirm above him. Y/N tried to pull his head closer but the sorcerer used one of his handy moves, binding her hands together and holding them above her head.
“No touching.”
“I hate you.”
Stephen smirked at her before delving back into her nether region licking and sucking, eating her out like a man starved. Y/N’s moans grew louder as Stephen brought her closer and closer to her much needed release. Rubbing his thumb back and forth on her clit, Stephen inserted two of his long digits into her needy hole, curling them to hit the particular spot that always had her squirming and begging for more.
“Fuck…don’t stop.”
Y/N’s eyes shut in the midst of the pleasure that she was receiving from the sorcerer between her legs. Stephen loved hearing the sweet sounds she produced every time they had sex and he planned on hearing them all night long. Y/N’s walls pulsed as she got closer to her climax.
“Come for me baby, that’s it.” Stephen kept thrusting his fingers into her, smiling at the feeling of her release coating his hand. He replaced his hand with his mouth, lapping up her sweet juices as she grounded her cunt on his face.
“Stephen, I need you.” She dropped her leg from his shoulder as he stood up. Stephen motioned for her to turn around and she did, bending over with her palms on the wall for support. He jerked himself a couple times, lining himself up with her cunt. Stephen slowly inserted the tip of his cock in and removed it a couple times teasing her with what she craved most right now.
“Stephen please, stop teasing.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
Stephen didn’t leave room for her to rebut as he buried himself in her heat, stretching her out completely. Placing both hands on her hips, Stephen began pounding into her at a moderate pace. Their moans mixed with the slapping of skin on skin filled the bathroom which only encouraged him to continue his actions.
Stephen pulled her hair back into a ponytail and pulled her head back to crash his lips against hers. Y/N pushed herself back to meet his thrusts; his fingers found her bundle of nerves again, stimulating her further.
“O-oh shit. I’m gonna-”
“Hold it.”
Stephen continued to fuck her into oblivion ensuring that Y/N was too preoccupied thinking about his cock buried inside of her rather than the recent crap she’s been dealing with at work. His thrusts became uneven as he chased his release; Y/N chanted his name like she was saying a prayer, begging to come.
“Come for me babygirl.”
With a cry of his name, Y/N came on his cock, her walls clamped down on him which triggered his climax as well. Stephen bit down on her shoulder as he emptied his seed deep within her. He thrusted a couple more times as they rode out their high before completely removing himself.
Y/N smiled feeling his sticky release seep from her cunt and down her inner thighs. Stephen released her arms from their binds and shut the water off.
“Come here.” She pulled him down to meet her halfway, crashing their lips together. Stephen hoisted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. The sorcerer took them into their adjoining room and placed her on the bed.
“Uh uh Strange, my turn."
Y/N mustered all her strength and flipped them over; she was now straddling his lap while he lay there admiring her blissed out state.
Y/N downed the rest of the expensive champagne in her flute to drown out the way her boyfriend of only six months kept staring at the other woman across the room. She wasn’t stupid, she knew who Christine was and she cursed herself for even agreeing to attend this function with Stephen in the first place.
Stephen’s blue eyes followed every move Christine made as she worked her way around the room filled with his ex-colleagues and acquaintances. He had forgotten about the lady he brought with him the moment she set foot into the room. Stephen admired the way Christine looked in her emerald coloured dress that fit her like it was hand tailored to fit her; she looked gorgeous.
“I’m going to-”
“Stephen? I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”
Y/N grabbed another flute of champagne from the server passing with a full tray and brought it up to her lips, rolling her eyes as Christine hugged Stephen. The pair fell into immediate conversation with each other and Y/N didn’t bother to remind either of them of her presence. Tightening her grip on her clutch, she downed the contents of her glass and left them behind, heading straight to the terrace for some fresh air.
Y/N leaned on the railing, allowing herself to enjoy the cold breeze and the quiet atmosphere. The light hum of the music playing inside could be heard through the glass door that separated her from the rest of the dinner guests.
All she wanted to do right now is to go home and swap her satin sapphire dress she had on for a big t-shirt and remove the make-up she applied to complete the look. She wished that she didn’t choose to wear something that restricted her from being able to scale her way down the side of the building.
Y/N wasn’t one to get jealous over another woman making it known that her boyfriend was handsome as ever but when it came to Christine, she had every right to be. She only got to know about Christine the morning she picked up his watch to check the time and felt the engraving behind it. She asked him about it and her asking about it led to a silly argument that didn’t last very long.
“Darling?” Stephen placed his hand on the exposed flesh of her lower back pulling her out of her head. Scoffing, she stepped to the side to put some distance between them; the expensive cologne she loved so much was intoxicating and she couldn’t allow herself to fall right into his arms after what happened back there.
“Oh, so you remembered I was here?”
“Hunnie let’s not do this tonight, please.” Stephen knew where this conversation was headed and he wanted to avoid what’s to come, especially in a public setting like this.
“Let’s not do what Stephen?”
“I’m sorry for ignoring you back there like that, I d-”
“Save it, Strange. You still love her and don’t even try to deny it.” Stephen stuffed his hands into his pockets, focusing his gaze on the ground. She was right, he was still very much in love with Christine but he was also in love with her.
“Ever since that morning with the watch I kept telling myself that I should’ve ran for the hills but instead I stayed thinking that you’d feel the same way about me.” Y/N didn’t realise that she was crying until her tears dripped from her chin.
“I do love you.”
“You don’t, be honest with yourself! You have never once looked at me the way you looked at her tonight. You forgot that I was here with you tonight and not her.” Stephen reached out to wipe her tears away but she stepped closer to the door.
“I will never compare to her, I’m not her! You know what, I’m done.” He tried to stop her from walking off but failed as she pulled away from him yet again.
“Y/N, we could make this work. Yes, Christine is still a part of my life and I wish I didn’t feel something for her but she was the first person who understood me. I’m always going to care about her but I love you, Y/N.”
“You don’t and I’m not going to be anyone’s second choice. Goodbye, Stephen.“
Stephen called out for her but she was already gone, his brain was telling him to go after her but his legs were frozen in place. He watched as she disappeared in the crowd through the glass door.
"Shit!"
He cursed himself for being so stupid, he just watched the best thing to happen in his crappy ass life walk right out of it all because he couldn’t seem to shake his feelings for the woman who’s now taken by another man.
