#stephen strange oneshot
When All Is Lost
SUMMARY:Stephen had all the time in the world, capable of reversing time on a few occasion, but it was only when he sees you happy in the arms of another man did he come to realize he had made the biggest mistake of his life.
PROMPT(S):“Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Say it.”
CHARACTERS:Stephen Strange x F!Reader; Wong; America Chavez. Bruce Banner
WARNINGS: Angst. Stephen regretting not getting the girl(again). Reader having her happy ending with someone else instead of Stephen.
WORDS:1,408
REQUESTED BY:@d0ct0rstrangewife
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It was in this very moment, as your glowed against the lights above in the Sanctum with you continuing with whatever conversation with Wong and America you were having, did he realize what he had lost in all of his own thoughts. You looked beautiful, always did in his eyes, but never truly appreciated until now when you were wearing a beautiful white dress that drastically brighten your face and the smile that was so big he often sees every single time your conversations was with Wong and America. But never him, he had the privilege of a special smile that only he gets to see–a privilege he evidently just wasted.
Over and over, you had showed him your interest with him, openly admitting your feelings for him but never once did you get a proper answer–at least, not an answer that could finally progress what relationship you might think the both of you could have. Push comes to shove, he would act like an asshole, push you away for one reason or another. You tried your best to understand where he was coming from–from the lost in his former life, to the responsibilities that now rested upon his shoulders, but there was this cruelty in his words that finally got you to realize it wasn’t worth it to chase him anymore.
“So who is the lucky guy?” It was America that finally inquired, Stephen remained at the top of the stairs, away from anyone’s line of sight but he could very well listen to your conversation.
“Just someone Tony had tried shipping with me in the compound.” You muttered, even without Stephen seeing you up close, he know there was scrunch in your features at the mention of Tony’s insistence of playing match maker for you. “Thought I’d go this one time just to get him off of my business.” You added.
“So you and Stephen…” America trailed off which was quickly reprimanded by Wong.
“What about me and Y/N?” He finally thought to bring the attention to him, not wanting to here what you might say about the situation.
All eyes were on him now–besides you, that is.
“What did Stark drag you into this time?” He inquired, it was new for him to actually ask about your outings. He never truly cared, until it was too late it seems. How you were glowing and seemed shaking with excitement for whoever the douchebag arranged with you.
“Just a simple date, nothing too tedious.” You reassured finally taking at look at the man and as always you took his breath away. Those God damn doe eyes will be the death of him if he wasn’t careful. “If you’re gonna go and stop me, I swear to God, Strange I’m gonna stay in the Compound for good.”
That was another thing Stephen had to battle with on a day to day basis. When you started working for him as an infamous researcher by trade, but a once hunted down assassin by SHIELD and eventually the Avengers which eventually led to you also working hand in hand with them when the need would arise. Your time was mostly dedicated to helping the Avengers and what little time you had in the Sanctum was spent with research alongside Wong and America and that small glimpses with him was spent with him pushing you away.
“Don’t go on that date.” He find himself saying. All the reasons for him not to even utter such words was ignored as this was far more important for him to say. He had regretted not choosing his own feelings for once.
“Why?” The bored look was the last thing he would have expected to see from you. All the little chances that he would give you attention, your eyes would brighten, but now in this moment when he was finally come to acknowledge his feelings–it was bleak realization for him that it was far too late for him to come to terms with his feelings.
“You know why.” Yet, the pride and arrogance he was known for was still rearing his ugly head.
“Say it.” You spat voice raising an octave from your usual ones.
Because I love you. I am a coward for not saying it. I am an idiot for pushing you away over and over again. Those had been the words that Stephen wanted to say. But silence was the response he had given you. The silent encouragement from America and even Wong were not enough for him to finally say those words. Something was stopping him–it was one thing or another. Fear. Fear that you would not feel the same way for him when he has finally realize what he would lose. The fear of your rejection. Fear of being responsible for your death like what your fate had been in numerous Universe aside from this one.
The knock on the door broke the tension and it was your sign to go. Without waiting for a response from Stephen, you made your way to the door to the sight of a far to familiar man.
“Dr. Banner.”
Inside steps Dr. Bruce Banner. Stephen’s first encounter with the man was when he flew out of the skies during the battle against Thanos, how the years had grown good to him. Seeing him back into his normal body was also something that surprised him. The last he remembered the man was still in his green form. In a black button down shirt and jean, wherever the both of you were heading to would be–casual.
“Dr. Strange. Wong. Ms. Chavez.” The meek doctor greeted with a small smile before his attention turned to you. The sparkle in brown eyes at the sight of you, it truly scared Stephen. How you were quick to take hold of the man’s hand in front of him as if he didn’t get to do that in the past. “We should get going.”
Stephen stood, alongside Wong and America, watching as you walk away, and seal his fate once again.
“I saw this before.” America spoke. “In one universe, Y/N and Dr. Banner had a handful of kids. White picket fence, and everything.” she continued, adding more and more knife through his chest.
“Will you not do anything again, Strange?” Wong inquired.
“In every universe that she gets to be with me, her fate was death. In every universe where she isn’t with me, she gets to live the life she truly deserves without me in it.” He spoke.
“Not in this Universe if you make the write choice.” America protests.
“It’s too much of a risk, I’ve stopped bargaining life with another.” He shook his head.
He finds himself heading back upstairs, with America and Wong sharing a look and the hopelessness that was a fraction of what Stephen was to endure from now on.
~
One date turned into two, into three until it had become a daily occurrence and eventually you found yourself moving all of your stuff in the Sanctum and moving in with Bruce. Eventually, with the weeks turning into months, and the months creeping into two years, Stephen found himself in the same position he had been when he was watching Christine marry a man that wasn’t him.
You walked down the aisle, and Stephen could feel America’s hand holding into his own in reassurance and in comfort for what he had failed to do for the second time. Fear, fear of a possibility. Fear of his own choices affecting you. Now, as he stands watching you walk down the aisle to another man, he realizes his lack of action, lack of any indications of his own feelings–his greatest fear has finally come to life.
Losing you.
As the single tear fell from his cheek, he wiped it away. Accepting this was his fate. To see you with the biggest smile on your face, to see the man that he knew would treat you right standing besides you. Promising in front of a hundred people of the vows he could never truly fulfill should it have been him that stood besides you. You were happy, to marry a man that loved you and was brave enough to admit even in his own faults and misguidance in life.
He loved you in a way he could have never be brave enough to admit.
And that was how he knew he had lost it all.
What He Doesn’t Know
SUMMARY: Your relationship with Stephen was never normal. You love him just as much as he tells you he loves you, but it was not enough for him to finally come clean to the people you care about when it comes to your relationship. With a mission bringing you in the brink of death, he was still unable to tell them the truth, instead finds himself getting head to head with your father in the process.
PROMPT(S): "Do you really want me? Or is this your way of getting back at my father?“
CHARACTERS: Stephen Strange x F!Reader; Tony Stark
WARNINGS: Angst. Canon Typical Violence. Regretful Stephen. Injuries. Amnesia.
WORDS: 1,740
REQUESTED BY:N/A
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"I’m not having this conversation with you again.”
Once again, you found the underlying conversation that you wanted to resolve instead of try to avoid over and over again. It’s been well over a year and a half since you had started dating Stephen Strange, the Wizard that does party tricks, just like what your father, Tony, would often call the man. Over and over the year that had passed, you tried to reason with the man, as to why he refused to let the world know about the both of you, but more and more it was getting so ridiculous you were slowly losing fate of it ever actually happening.
“I don’t you ever will.” You muttered under your breath as you continued to shove your clothes into your duffle bag. In a couple of hours, you will go head to head with one of the greatest threat the world has ever known since Thanos.
You had believed that the team had eradicated Ultron back in Sokovia, but never would you have ever believed that he would come back, worse than anyone would have ever thought possible. It was this dreading sense of chaos, of the perplexity of what machine could become at the wrong hands–at the hands of your own father of all people. But now, with the tension getting high between everyone, each and every single individual within the team was picking a side and for once, you did not want to side with your own father on this. This was wrong, what he had done all those years ago was finally come to bit him in the ass.
This fight would end with you having to pick and choose what was best for you and for what you believe in–that of which was being away from your own father if he continues on with this road he was placing himself into. Stephen was on your side when it comes to the creation of your father. Far too much out of it, and far too many people craving to have it only spelled trouble.
“It doesn’t always work the way you want.” Stephen spoke, knowing him for as long as you did, you know he was simply hurting you to pull himself away.
But this time around, you just felt numb. Numb for always never having what you want. Never were you the loved child, your father had Peter and Morgan for that. Never were you the loved member of the team; that was Steve and Nat. All your life, you know perfectly well that the world does not revolve around you–but there were moment that the man in front of you made you feel like it. How his world revolves around you. It was a wake up call now, that he couldn’t even make the effort to let even the team know about the relationship.
“Do you really want me? Or is this your way of getting back at my father?”
“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but this is not the time and place.” He snapped, voice raising and instinctively made you flinch. “You are an Avenger. Our relationship means nothing if you cannot do your duty to the world, it means nothing to me if it means I do not get to do my duty this world and throughout the Multiverse.”
You blinked and without another word left him and hoped for the best, for your life, for the fate of the world, for what was to be left of your supposed relationship with the man that choses anything and everything besides you without an ounce of hesitation.
~
“You are a fucking neurosurgeon, why can’t you help?”
The last thing Stephen would ever want to be in was be so helpless as he was in this moment. The world was saved, like it always was when it comes to the Avengers. But there would always be casualties. It never occurred to him until it was too late that it would be you this time. One too many android going right at you, your mind and your body going to great lengths to ensure everyone’s safety including his own.
You caught sight of one Android making a direct line of attack toward Stephen from behind and there you were saving him after all that you’ve been through before the mission. He hurts you, over and over again, hoping and praying that you would see him for what he always was. An asshole that doesn’t deserve your love. But over and over again, as he tries to push you away, you pull yourself right back.
He had his reason for never truly telling anyone about your relationship. It was for the better, for when the time comes that you realize he wasn’t worthy of your love. You wouldn’t need to explain yourself to your team and your family. You didn’t need to deal with the fact that everyone would be far too aware of your past when you were both out saving the rest of the world.
“Every single head trauma patient has a different healing time.” He finally regain a sense to finally explain your condition.
In your attempt of saving him from the brink of death, you slammed your head right through the concreate floor in the process with a resounding crack. The memory of you in his arms as he shook you awake. The tears falling from his eyes at how he had failed you. How he constantly failed the people that he loved the most. Over and over again, he could do nothing but swimming in the never ending pool of his own regrets and of the things he could have done to save you.
“If it wasn’t for you my daughter–” Stephen had watched the anger continue to linger at the face of Tony.
You might not see it, but your father loved you in his own little way. You were the kid that he had when he was still not ready to be the father that was always meant for you. He compensated in whatever way that he could. If it meant working side by side in the lab, numerous projects that often lead to mass destructions, or the safety of the entire team and the universe in the process. Two peas in pod the two of you were, you never saw the love your father was already giving you in those moment, you couldn’t see the love that he was showcasing now as concern over your health and safety was his top priority over having to deal with the team, having to deal with the aftermath of the destruction on half of New York.
Stephen stood, unable to say how much he regrets being there too. Being in that very position, giving you the opportunity to save him when you shouldn’t have. He bit his lips and remained mum at how his concern was match with the Billionaire’s own. Concern for the woman he had loved more than anything else in this world. How he was scared to death of the possibility of losing you in the process after all that was said between the both of you back in the Sanctum.
“I’m sorry–if I could operate on her, I would in a heartbeat.” Stephen finally whispered unaware of the cold of the Compound Infirmary until he felt the prickle of his skin.
He should have been so used to the clinical setup in the compound, living nearly half of his life in this hallways walking down to anywhere and everywhere that might need him. Saving people more for the fame and fortune that came to his line of work. But now, when it was the person he truly loved the most, it felt different to be on the flipside of things, helpless to what the possibility could be for you.
“Then what the fuck are you still going here when you can’t do a damn thing?” Tony’s voice echoed, loud enough to finally take everyone’s notice and Stephen had watched Pepper and Peter make their way towards where they both stood, behind the door where you were resting and recuperating.
“Tony, please. Not here.” Pepper tried her best to calm the temperament of her husband.
“Mr. Stark, Y/N will be okay. She always does.” Peter second hoping to reassure the stressed Tony.
“I wish I could do something, I truly do.” Stephen continued, hoping to placate the man’s anger. Any other day he would have gone toe to toe with the man and his ego, but not now, not when his concern was solely on you, on your survival above everything else. “And every single second, I wished that was me. I wished I took the hit instead of her. I wished I could change time all over again just to make sure she is safe with her family.”
He didn’t mean to get so emotional, but the first line of tears had fallen from his eyes. Everything weighed on his shoulders now, all of which he didn’t know if he could truly have a control over.
“Daddy!” Your voice was faint, but everyone could hear it enough to open the door to your room to see you awake, panicking and trying your best to remove most of the wires placed on you.
“Don’t go pulling those off, Little Lady.” Tony spoke and Stephen found himself simply standing by the door, watching you with your family. How Tony was in tears as he asked you thousands upon thousands of questions about how you were feeling if you remember anything to which you simply shook your head to. Tony instructing for his AI to call for your doctor.
“What’s with the Magician, Dad?” You asked, shaky hand pointing right at him.
Stephen blinked as he comes to realize what was going on.
“That Magician that does party tricks is Stephen Strange.” Tony points out, brows furrowed but was coming to realize what Stephen was realizing. “You don’t remember this douchebag responsible for you being in this bed?” He questioned.
You shook your head but your eyes still focused on him, almost as if trying your best to remember him.
“I never seen him in my life.” You whispered and that was all Stephen needed to know that he was far too late to make things right with you.
And maybe, just maybe it was for the best.
paper rings- stephen strange x ofc
paper rings: stephen strange x oc (meag)
i like shiny things but i’d marty you with paper rings
a/n: a little late birthday present to myself… only *checks watch* 5 days late
Meag yawned, stretching as she sat up in bed. The other side of the bed was empty and already made, but the house was silent. Stephen had probably been called to Kamar-taj.
Meag got out of bed and trudged down the stairs, frustrated. This wouldn’t be such a big deal if it weren’t her birthday. The old wooden stairs creaked under her feet as she reached the bottom. She spied a note on the counter and picked it up.
Happy Birthday Babe.
There was an incident and Wong needed my help at Kamar-taj. I’ll be back in time for the party. We’ll do a star wars marathon another day, ok?
Stephen
“Son of a bitch,” Meag mutters under her breath. She starts the pot of coffee and texts Em, Hope, and Minnie to see if they want to come over.
Five minutes later, there was a banging on the door and Meag walks over, coffee mug in hand to open the door.
“Happy birthday!” Her friends exclaim.
“Thanks guys!” Meag replies, moving back to let them into the house.
“We weren’t gonna let you spend the day alone!” Em says.
Minnie plops onto the couch, putting her feet on the table. “Movies and junk food?”
“It’s eight thirty in the morning,” Meag replies. “Shouldn’t we have breakfast?”
The four of them burst into laughter. “I’ll start the popcorn,” Meag says.
The four of them snuggled into the couch together for their movie marathon. Meag smiled to herself. Plans sometimes changed, but her best friends were always there.
-
Stephen opened the door to 177A Bleecker street, his sorcerer clothes covered in… he didn’t even know what. He definitely needed a shower before the party.
When he walked in, he noticed Meag and her friends on the couch. Em, Hope, and Minnie were asleep. Meag gets up and walks over to him quietly.
“What the hell happened to you?” she asks softly.
“Spell went wrong. Or should I say spells.”
Meag chuckles. “Go get cleaned up. I’ll wake the girls up and we can head to the party.”
“Sorry about today, I know you wanted to spend time with me..”
“It’s fine, Stephy,” Meag replies. “It sucks, but it’s the facts of life. At least you were there to help. I bet it would’ve been worse if you weren’t there.”
“You and Wong clearly have very different opinions about how needed I am at Kamar-taj,” He chuckles.
“Can you guys stop being disgusting?!!” Minnie yells.
“You’re one to talk,” Meag replies. “You and Loki are always all over each other!”
-
The compound was decorated, of course. Streamers and balloons, a pile of birthday presents from all the avengers..
Meag walked into the door and her older brother snatched her into a hug.
“My baby sis! Happy birthday!” Tony exclaims. “Love ya, kid.”
“And happy three days after your birthday, old man,” Meag replies teasingly.
Meag scans the room. Thor, Loki, Nat, Yelena, Wanda, Clint, Kate, Peter, and Bruce were all there, as well as Meag’s friends.
“Birdbrain and Robocop will be back soon with the cake,” Tony says.
And just like clockwork, the elevator finger and Sam and Bucky entered the common room. Sam sat the cake on the counter and walked over to Meag.
“Happy birthday, sorry we took so long,” Sam says.
Bucky looks over at Hope with a smirk. “Hey, doll.”
Hope blushed a hundred shades of red. “Bucky!”
Tony lit the candles on Meag’s cake as everyone gathered around, singing as Meag blew out the candles.
Then, it was time for presents. Meag noticed a nervousness in the air, but brushed it off. She grabbed a handful of envelopes, all of which had cards with different gift cards inside, mostly for bookstores and Starbucks.
“We’ve gotta go get some fraps this week, on me,” Meag says to Minnie, Hope, and Em.
Tony handed her card with money inside. She’d warned him not to get an expensive gift, and he’d rolled his eyes. He’d no doubt put more than a twenty in that card.
There was one more present left, and Meag picked up the box, tearing at the wrapping paper. The box was wrapped a bit sloppily, so she knew exactly who wrapped it.
Inside was a smaller velvet jewelry box, and she picked it up, suddenly becoming aware of what it was. Her eyes grew wide as she lifted the lid to reveal a diamond engagement ring in a gold band.
“Stephen, is this what I think it is?” she asks.
His smile grows wide. “It is. Will you marry me?”
“Yes!”
Meag takes two steps towards Stephen and he catches her in a kiss, while the others stare for a moment, processing what just happened.
-
Wong and America sat in the living room of the sanctum. Wong was reading a book and America was playing on her new phone, courtesy of Meag.
“You think he did it?” America asks.
“When he wants to do something, he’s gonna do it. Even when that thing is a spell that I explicitly told him not to do.”
Both of them look up as Meag and Stephen enter the sanctum, elated.
“Hey guys!” Meag exclaims. She lifts up her hand to show the ring. “We’re engaged!”
“Congrats!” America exclaims. She jumps off the couch to give Meag a hug. “Happy birthday, Mom!”
Meag blinks in surprise and America stutters. “I mean Meag..”
Meag chuckles. “Sure you did.”
Stephen opened a portal to their room and he and Meag walked through. Meag stared down at the ring on her finger, a grin on her face.
“You like it?” Stephen asks, sitting down on the right side of the bed. “It was hard to find.”
Meag climbs into the left side of the bed. “Stephen, I’d marry you with paper rings.”
out of the woods- stephen strange x ofc
stephen strange x ofc (meag stark)
we were built to fall apart… and fall back together
It was a quiet night. Meag sat in the passenger seat of Stephen’s lamborghini as he drove through the winding mountain roads. He was speaking at some medical conference this evening.
“Have I told you that you look stunning?” Stephen asks, his lip curling up into a smirk.
She reached for his hand, intertwining her fingers through his. He sped up the car, passing someone in front of them, and driving at dangerous speeds.
“Stephen, slow down!”
The car behind them rear ended them, sending the car spinning. Stephen hit the brakes but it was too late, the car flipped off the side of the road and off the cliff.
Stephen awoke to a beeping sound. He was in a hospital room. Meag sat in front of him, a few cuts on her face and a cast on her left arm, but she was okay.
“Meag..” he says hoarsely. “What happened?”
“You were in surgery for thirteen hours. Eleven pins in the bones of your hands. The doctor said he did everything he could.” She reaches over and brushes a bit of hair out of his eyes. “No one could have done better, Stephen.”
“I could.”
-
Meag turned off the stove as she finished preparing dinner. She walked over to the fridge to grab some drinks, and her gaze stopped on a polaroid she’d put on the fridge. It was her and Stephen at one of Tony’s parties. They were dressed formally, him in a tuxedo and her in a purple evening gown. He had his arm around her and they were both smiling. Another one showed them at the beach. They were both in their bathing suits, taking a walk by the ocean. Stephen was kissing her. She smiled at the photos before turning to the living room to call Stephen for dinner.
“Stephen, dinner’s ready,” she says, walking into the living room. Stephen stood in silence, his fists clenched. “What’s wrong?”
He starts pacing around the living room. “There’s a new procedure in Tokyo,” he mutters. “They cultured donor stem cells, and then harvesting them, and then 3D printing a scaffold…. If I could get a loan together, just a small loan…”
“Stephen,” Meag interrupted. “You’ve always spent money as fast as you can make it, but now you’re spending money we don’t even have! Maybe it’s time to consider stopping.”
Stephen slams the laptop down on the table. “Now is exactly the time not to stop, because, you see I’m not getting any better!” Stephen says, raising his voice.
Meag flinched for a second. She knew he was having a hard time, but he didn’t need to act rashly or lash out.
“Stephen, some things just can’t be fixed, this isn’t the end! There are other things that can give your life meaning!”
“Like what? Like you?” he says harshly.
“This is the part where you apologize,” she says, near tears. She was nearly shaking at this point.
It was just a fight, she told herself. It was just a stupid fight.
“This is the part where you leave,” he says, not looking her in the eye.
“Fine,” Meag says, turning away. “I can’t watch you do this to yourself anymore.”
“Difficult for you, is it?”
“Yes,” she answers. “It is. It breaks my heart to see you this way.” The tears spill onto her red cheeks as Meag looks up at her boyfriend. “I love you, I’m here for you. Please think about these things before you make a rash decision.”
“Don’t pity me.”
“I’m not putting you, Stephen! I love you.”
“Then what are you doing here? You just love a sob story, don’t you?” He says harshly.
“No, that’s not-“
“Is that what I am to you now?Poor Stephen Strange! A charity case, he finally needs me, another drag of humanity for you to work on.”
A sob breaks out of her. “No, Stephen. That’s not true. That’s not true…”
“Patch him up and send him back into the world, hearts just humming, you care SO much, don’t you?” He yells.
Meag backed away. She was shaking. She was speechless. Stephen had turned away, not daring to look her in the eye. She backed out of the room slowly. She would give him some time to cool off, and she would come back later.
-
Meag sat on her couch, her dog, Bats, sitting in her lap. She wore sweatpants and a pale blue Columbia University sweatshirt. It was Stephen’s. It was the only thing of his she still had.
The doorbell rang and Meag gently pushed the pup onto the other seat so she could stand.
“I’ll be right back, Batsie.”
Meag walked over to the door and opened it. On the other side was the last person she thought she’d ever see.
“Stephen?”
“Hey.” He was leaning against the doorway. She realized too quickly it was for support, he’d been injured. His face was covered in cuts. He wore a blue tunic and pants, brown boots, and a red cloak. He also had a goatee now.
“What happened to you?” Meag asks. “Where have you been? I thought you were dead!”
“I’m sorry. It’s a long story.”
“What are you wearing?”
He chuckles, then groans in pain, clutching his abdomen.
Meag grabs his arm. “Come inside. I’ll get the first aid kit.”
Stephen takes a seat on the couch as Meag heads to the bathroom to find the first aid kit. Bats sniffs around Stephen, checking him out. Then the pup climbs in his lap, circling around before sitting in his lap.
“You’re a cute dog,” Stephen says, petting him.
Meag comes back into the room with the first aid kit. She smiles when she sees Stephen and Bats.
“You got a dog,” he says as she stands in front of him, opening the first aid kit to clean his cuts.
“You would never let ne get one,” Meag says matter-of-factly, dabbing the cuts with rubbing alcohol.
“So you jumped at the chance as soon as I was gone. How many other things did I keep you from doing? Do you have a list?”
“Stephen, you know that’s not what I meant,” Meag replies. “And why are you mad at me? You’re the one left. I couldn’t stay in the penthouse after you left, that big empty space, it was cold, it was devoid of life, Stephen. We didn’t even have any pictures of us on the walls. I brought your stuff, anything you hadn’t sold, with me when I moved. It’s in the other room, still boxed up.”
Stephen looks down, noticing the sweatshirt she was wearing. It was pale blue and slightly too big, it had the Columbia University logo in the front.
“What about that?” he asks, gesturing towards the sweatshirt.
“I like it,” Meag says. “It’s warm. And it reminded me of you.”
“I’ve missed you so much,” Stephen says. “I thought about you every day. I was such an asshole, and I’m sorry.”
“I missed you too.” Meag finishes cleaning the cuts on his face and finally notices how close they are. She blushes and Stephen closes the distance between them with a kiss.
