Just a collection of a few fics that I really really like. None of them are mine obviously. Most of them are reader inserts unless marked otherwise. Mostly female reader inserts.
When stated 18+ DO NOT PROCEED AS A MINOR
☆ fluff, ◇ angst/sad, * smut, ♡ personal favourite (even tho most of them are my favs)
(unfinished and unedited, if a link doesn’t work tell me in the comments)
Your face was visibly showing an extreme happiness and you were wearing a coat that was definitely not yours when you stepped into the elevator of the Avengers tower. You’d spend a wonderful night with an equally wonderful man, but now it was time to go home and to face the intimate questions of your roommates.
The elevator stopped at the lab floor and when the door opened you weren’t even surprised to see Tony. He either checked the surveillance cameras to know where you were to make sure he would see you before you reached your bedroom or it was a really surprising coincidence.
-“ Well, good evening there.” he said smugly, placing himself beside you. “ Had a good night?”
You sighed deciding to get rid of the worst first.
-“ Yeah, a really good one, for your information we didn’t do what the most innocents wouldn’t do” you said giving him a fake smile and went to stare at the metal wall.
Tony hummed and stay silent during the rest of the ride, which was unusual, ordinary he usually would make innuendos or ask personal questions about your significant other, since you never talked about it, considering it private and with none relation to the Avengers.
The elevator stopped at the common room and as soon as the door opened you exit the metal box to escape Tony who was probably up to no good with his suspicious quietness.
But what was waiting for you was even worse than a plotting billionaire.
Your whole team of friends were assembled in the TV space, their eyes focus on you with a similar smile on all their faces.
-“ How was the night, Y/N?” Natasha asked you
You let out an exasperated sigh.
-“ So, this is what it’s all about?”
-“ Just give up and we’ll leave you alone. We just want to know whose gentleman is sharing the life of our precious friend” Clint said.
With an eyeroll you finally realized that you irritating friends, despite being adorable when they wanted wouldn’t leave you alone if you didn’t bring them your boyfriend.
“ All right! I’ll ask him to come for diner” you said, sighing in defeat before heading to your room under the laughed and screams of victory of your friends.
**********
“We’re going where?“ Stephen asked-yelled after you just announced him that he was invited to the Avengers tower for diner.
-” They wouldn’t leave me alone; you just have to seem like the best boyfriend in the world that’s shouldn’t be too complicated"
-“ Of course, I don’t even need to act, I am the best boyfriend in the world!” he stated already sporting a smirk.
You rolled your eyes and sat on his bed, waiting for him to get dressed.
“You need to be aware that Tony is going to show off and try to make you understand how better than you he thinks he is”
Stephen scoffed, sliding on his dress shirt and turned to you, offering a nice view of his toned chest over which he slowly buttoned up the white cloth.
“I know what kind of man he is, luckily, I have my legendary wit; that will manage to canalize him”
You rolled your eyes at him and stood up to walk over to him. When you reached his level, you pulled his hands away from the shirt and started buttoning it up yourself.
“Please try to behave, I don’t want to spend the whole evening with you two having a dick measuring contest”
His face contorted into a teasing grin.
“There’s no need for that, you know mine’s definitely the biggest”
You couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped your lips at his silly remark but still tapped his chest with the palm of your hand in a reprimanding gesture.
“I hope you don’t intend to use that as an argument in your favor tonight”
You finished buttoning the shirt and adjusted the collar around his neck and he handed you his necktie, letting his fingers linger against yours for an instant longer.
“We’ll see” he smirked
You only spared him a glance before focusing in tying the classy silk cloth around his neck. In a few manipulations, you were done with your task and you pulled slightly on it bringing his face closer to yours.
“Let’s keep your dick between you and me only, hum?”
Without waiting for an answer, you kissed him, your other hand wandering to his belt pulling his hips against yours as the kiss intensifies.
His lips left yours to languidly kiss your neck, making your sigh in content.
“We’re going to be late” you whispered, making no attempts to push him away.
Stephen, stopped his attack on your neck to press a chaste kiss to your lips.
“Says the one who started this”
“We shouldn’t give my friends too many reasons to hate you first hand. I’m sure the very first comment you’ll get will be about your age.” you breathe, managing to push his lips off of him for a short instant before his tongue licked your lower lip.
When it seemed like you were about to get to the next level, he pulled away, enough to have a great look at your whole face while still fanning his hot breath on your swollen lips.
“They should give older men more credit, they’ll probably do when they’ll know what I can do to you” he rasped, eyes never wavering from yours.
And an instant later, he was stealing your next breath away, slowly backing you toward his bed before pushing you to lay down on the soft surface.
He paused, watching as you opened your arms, calling desperately for him, that inviting sight he couldn’t resist.
“Let’s give Stark a first reason to hate me” he rasped, tugging on the knot of his tie.
**
Stephen and yourself entered the compound’s elevator, 45 minutes later than you should originally have. The multitude of messages and missed calls from the team made you already hear all the remarks for Stephen or the dirty innuendos.
But with a glance at his slightly unruly hair and remaining stains of your lipstick behind his ear, you knew it was worth it.
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
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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.
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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!”
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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“Someone slapped my ass!?!” “LaNgUaGe!” “Give it a rest.” Was shouted throughout the tower.
~One Hour Before~~~
It was game night at the Avengers compound and that meant chaos and the lucky one to pick the game of the night was the famous (S/n). Friday closed all the window and left all doors open,but the front. It was pitch black except for the black light that replaced the florescent on the ceiling everything was neon.
Each group of people had two colored hands that left a mark on a opponents suit. Team red/white paint has Steve,Bucky and Sam,team purple/green paint has Natasha,Wanda,and Clint,team yellow/orange paint has Tony,Stephen, and Peter. Bruce and Vision sat out since one can go through walls and the other can get stressed easily. Y/n wasn’t on a team though it was a special request her hands dawned pink and blue. Every one went to randomized floors of the tower as the two judges stayed in the common room looking at the scoreboard on the tv so when the game ends it will round up. Tag as many people as many times as possible each time someone is tagged they must go to a small check point before trying to tag again. Without further a due. “May the games begin. In 3….2….1….Play!” And that they did.
Y/n moved swiftly through the halls stopping when she sees movement in the corner of her eye almost giggling aloud. Peter was on the ceiling,but he seemed to have forgotten about the paint on his hands leaving a trail. Waiting in a low arch way for him to be more in her reach. Getting close she placed her hands on him in a non-threatening way causing his spidey sense to stay calm. “AHHH!!!” Peter screamed turning to see the older women. “Heya,Pete.” Squishing his cheeks covering them in paint she used her own powers to escape before he tagged her too. On to the next.
Using the neon lighting she traveled throughout the tower the glow leaving her as she re-materialized. Natasha and Wanda stood with the backs facing her. A wicked smile twisted on her face as she cleared her mind to not give herself away to the witch. Her hands grabbed the youngest female on the hips causing her to jolt.“Gotcha!” She smiled as she neon traveled away from the hand coming for her. “Almost had me,but Romanoff your playing my game.” That’s when the short spearing match began. Can’t let a open hand touch while also trying to get close enough to place their own mark.
Blocking was almost impossible for Y/n trying to avoid the right hand that almost smacked her. “A bitch slap is a cheap shot.” Lifting her hand she caught the redheads wrist before they can touch her shoulders. “How is she so good at this?” Nat asked herself as she started to walk off to a nearby check point. Time to hunt get the rest of the boys. It’s looks like its bird hunting season.
Clint sneaked off after his two teammates were tagged he hid in the vents,but a down and upside was it was pitch black which meant Y/n couldn’t use her powers and Clint couldn’t see were he was going. Shouting was heard below him on a floor he wasn’t sure about. “God dammit Sam you were suppose to be watching our backs!” Bucky yelled they both went to a check point. “I was looking!? She just popped up! Why do you think I have a fucking hand print on my face!!” Sam said at the same volume. Barton snickered speaking to himself lower then a whisper. “Ha,those idiots couldn’t cover themselves. Only amateurs never look behind them.” He said he glanced behind himself seeing dim black light from the vent cover. “Only morons never look in front of them.” A scream echoed through out the tower being carried by the vents and no one in the tower batted a eye at it.
The last remaining were Steve,Tony,and Stephen. Y/n hasn’t be tagged once while the two of the six original Avengers have been tagged once or twice dawning red and green paint. Steve wandered around trying to find his team or anyone to tag and just a floor above him the two goatee narcissistic men split up. The stare spangled man was face to face with the genius playboy. “So..it’s happening all over again.” The blonde said circling the brunette. “I guess it is,but you don’t have your Bucky bear to help you now.” Tony snarked seeing he had no team at the moment. “And you don’t have your suit what a shame I wanted a challenge.”
A small chuckle came from the corner of the room that went unheard as the charged towards one another. Y/n sat in the corner of the room quietly eating popcorn as she watch the fight. Everything was in Steve’s favor,but with Tony being smaller he can avoid and reach his appointed faster. With sigh she stood up it was fun while it lasted,but she needed to get them out. She slipped up behind Steve with neither of them noticing and her right hand came down fast as she darted away. “Someone just slapped my ass!” He yelped turning his head to look at the pink hand print. “LaNgUaGe.” Tony said mocking him. “That was five years ago can you give it a rest!?!” Before the brunette could deny his plea a hand smoked his cheek leaving blue. “Dammit sis!!! Why the face??!”
One last person Stephan was paint free and wanted it to stay that way. The doctor levitated off the ground and swiftly moved around the tower. The shirt he wore was given to him since he didn’t want paint on his actual clothes. Neon triangles over his chest made him able to be spotted,but also blend in with the rest of the halls. Stephan was about to turn the corner when he wrist were pinned to the wall. “Hello,Strange.” The figures that was completely black with neon outlining features. “L/n. Seems you’ve caught me by surprise.” He huffed getting ready to leave,but a squeeze to his still restrained wrist stopped him.
“You’re not leaving quite yet I won’t count that touch,but I finally got you alone.” A Chester sized grin pulled on her lips. “Levi a little help please?” She asked and the cloak left Stephen’s shoulders and proceeded to constrict his movements. “Really on her side?!” He hissed at the relic cursing under his breath. “Stop your whining!” The insults stopped as his gaze shifted back to her luminescent form. “Tony told me to go for it,but you were always nose deep in a book or too busy protecting the sanctum. Figured this is my chance.” Y/n sighed trying to rid herself of any nerves. “Y/n what are you talking abou—?!?”
His words died as she leaned forward and kissed him. Stephen was in shock his eyes wide before they drifted shut enjoying the moment. He was a man of logic,but no matter how many scenarios pop up or the infinite possibilities in the universe he could see never would the doctor have guessed that the girl that was there for him through it all would ever feel the same. “My brother told me…If you desire something,just take it. I’m kind of glad I took his advice!” Y/n said resting her forehead on his. A small giggle left her throat at the dazed look on his face.
“Oh and Stephen…tag you’re it.” With that she traveled away. Levi let him go as he looked at his chest. Two hand prints rested in the center of his disposable shirt glowed bright as he smiled. Tag was his new favorite game.
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.
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: You get caught using spells above your class and have to face the punishment. Established relationship with Stephen Strange. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, mentions of dead parents, unprotected sex, blowjob WC: 2k
You held your breath as you fought the urge to cry and scream after your pinky toe caught the corner of Stephen’s desk. His eyelids twitched in his sleep and you feared he would wake but he merely mumbled something incoherent before turning his head away. A small snore fell from his lips and it was then you noticed the spell book you were after was currently being used for a pillow.
You were in desperate need of the book but it was restricted to the Sorcerer Supreme and a handful of other senior spell masters, something you were not. Deciding the risk was worth the reward, you carefully lifted your boyfriend’s head up and slipped the book from its place, sliding a third edition spell refraction in its place. You slipped from the study silently as your toe ached painfully and sighed with relief as you made it back to your room unnoticed.
“Hand it over.” Your scream was silenced with a wave of his hand and you looked at the floor ashamed as Stephen stepped through the portal from his study and into your room. “You could hurt yourself performing spells beyond your control.”
Summary: You get caught using spells above your class and have to face the punishment. Established relationship with Stephen Strange. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, mentions of dead parents, unprotected sex, blowjob WC: 2k
You held your breath as you fought the urge to cry and scream after your pinky toe caught the corner of Stephen’s desk. His eyelids twitched in his sleep and you feared he would wake but he merely mumbled something incoherent before turning his head away. A small snore fell from his lips and it was then you noticed the spell book you were after was currently being used for a pillow.
You were in desperate need of the book but it was restricted to the Sorcerer Supreme and a handful of other senior spell masters, something you were not. Deciding the risk was worth the reward, you carefully lifted your boyfriend’s head up and slipped the book from its place, sliding a third edition spell refraction in its place. You slipped from the study silently as your toe ached painfully and sighed with relief as you made it back to your room unnoticed.
“Hand it over.” Your scream was silenced with a wave of his hand and you looked at the floor ashamed as Stephen stepped through the portal from his study and into your room. “You could hurt yourself performing spells beyond your control.”
“Why do you care?” You said as you gripped the book tighter. “You taught yourself.”
“I know.” He sighed, taking a step closer and closing the portal behind him. “But I didn’t care about my own safety.”
His scarred fingers trembled as he lifted them to your cheek and you leant into the soft touch.
“If I were any other student you wouldn’t stop them.” You murmured as you focused on his cape collar that was constantly curling up.
“But you aren’t any other student.” He sighed, pressing his lips to your forehead. “You are my everything.”
“Then help me, teach me how to commune with the spirits.” You begged as you gripped the collar of his cloak and pleaded with your eyes. “Please.”
“Nothing good comes from chasing ghosts.” He said, pulling away ruefully with a shake of his head. “Your parents wouldn’t want this, let them rest in peace.”
He struck his fingers out and the book was torn from your grasp to disappear into a portal that opened in the library. It closed before you could even try to counteract it and you turned your back on Stephen, storming your way across the room to your bed and throwing yourself down among the sheets. You felt the bedding dip under his weight and curled up away from him but he didn’t get the message.
“This is for your own good.”
“It doesn’t feel like it.” You sniffed. “I just want to say goodbye. I never got to say goodbye.”
“I know.” His body curled behind yours, his arm draping over your waist before his cloak covered you both against the cool air of the night. “You’ll be strong enough one day, just be patient.”
When you woke you found Stephen had already left and you forced yourself to ignore the pit in your stomach. There was no way you could possibly eat breakfast with the turmoil clenching your gut so you sat at your desk and opened the bottom drawer, your fingers dancing over the etched title. It wouldn’t take Stephen long to realise the book he had sent back to the library was just a basic grimoire if he checked so you flipped the pages open and located the spell you were after.
Taking a deep breath you imagined the veil between life and death, similar to the mirror dimension. Your movements flowed smoothly, the eldritch magic building and concentrating to your fingertips as golden light cast in a myriad of symbols. The air suddenly grew colder and the light above flickered before the bulb shattered, fear creeping in as you began to lose hold on the spell.
“You just couldn’t help yourself.” Stephen growled as he broke through your locked door and saw the pages open on your desk. “I told you that you weren’t ready.”
You couldn’t answer as it felt like death had a hold on your throat, squeezing the very air from your lungs as you tried to speak. “He…lp.”
Stephen’s eyes widened and he remembered where he had read to the night before, the warnings for those who cast the spell. He was not about to let your soul be the price for your mistake, no matter how angry he was. Unlocking the Time Stone from the necklace he wore, he rewound time to when you found the book and took it away so the future you had just lived dissolved out of existence.
“I’m sorry.” You whimpered as the air rushed back into your lungs with a deep shuddering breath.
“Forgive me if I don’t believe that.” He spat before departing as quickly as he arrived.
You fell to the chair behind your desk, feeling guilty for what had transpired and wishing you could make it right. After an hour of pondering you knew you needed to find Stephen and apologise properly so you raised your sling ring and imagined his study. Another portal was opening just as yours did and you looked at Stephen’s surprised face.
“I was just coming to find you.” You said, closing the needless portal as Stephen stepped through his. “I wanted to-”
“Before you say anything further.” Stephen interrupted coolly. “I want you to know that what you did was absolutely reckless and could have got you killed.”
Your head dropped and your heart hurt at the disappointment in his tone. “I know.”
“But, I can’t punish you for something I would have done if it were me. That doesn’t excuse you, I’m still upset that you lied to me. And, that you tricked me with a child’s ruse.” His lip twitched as he tried not to smile and he cleared his throat. “Meet me in the meditation chamber at noon. Oh, and bring the necklace your parents gave you, you’ll need it to anchor their spirits.”
Your jaw dropped and you threw yourself into his arms, his hands gripping your hips as he ducked his head down to meet your lips.
“Thank you.” You whispered between kisses that deepened with each passing second. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet, sweetheart. I’m only doing this because you are so stubborn you’ll probably try another stunt.” He sighed. “I just hope you don’t regret it.”
“I won’t.”
Your fingers trailed down his chest, reaching for the leather belt strapped around his waist before he caught your hands. “We don’t have time, I’ve been summoned to Kama-Taj.”
You smirked as you pulled your hands back, taking another attempt at undressing your lover as you looked at the chain hanging around his neck. “The way I see it, we have all the time in the world.”
Stephen stepped out of your reach as he opened the amulet and froze the world around you, the birds out your window suspended mid flight, even the flame of the candle no longer flickered. “The things I do for you.”
You bit your lip and stepped closer, dropping to your knees as you tore through his belt. “Let me show you how much I appreciate it.”
His head tipped back as you freed his cock and stroked his length, your tongue teasing over his tip. Stephen gripped your desk behind him as your tongue traced the veins along his shaft before you wrapped your lips around him and took him to the back of your throat.
“Christ, that feels perfect.” Stephen moaned as he pressed a hand to the back of your head and pulled you closer, setting the pace. “Tongue, tongue.”
You pushed your tongue out flat the way he liked and his hips bucked at the sensation, more moans filling the air before he pulled away panting. You smiled as you looked up under your lashes, enjoying how quickly you could bring him to the edge. You knew he wouldn’t want to finish in your mouth, not when he had the time to enjoy your pussy, so it was no surprise that he pulled you to your feet and marched you to your bed, your clothes falling to the floor along the way.
“On your knees.” He ordered as he shucked his cloak and shirt, the material joining his pants on the floor while his cloak hovered in the corner.
You did as you were told and knelt on all fours in the centre of the bed, his heated stare melting your core as he ran his palm over your ass. Your lips parted with a hiss as his hand came down hard and his palm spanked your asscheek, the burn quickly turning to a pleasurable warmth between your legs as he rubbed the smarting spot.
“That is for not listening to me.” He said before his fingers dipped between your slit and felt how wet you were. “This is because you scared me.”
His palm struck again, a wet slap against your dripping pussy lips that vibrated straight through your cunt and left your legs trembling. A cry of pleasure filled the room and your head dropped to the bedding as his fingers delved deep in your pussy and stretched you ready for him.
“Please, Stephen, I need more than your fingers.” You begged as you pushed your hips back against him but his digits couldn’t reach the depth you needed and his cock could hit.
He could be stubborn when he wanted but he was desperate for you as he knelt behind and ran his head through your folds. He thrust forward and speared his cock deep inside, knocking the air from your lungs as he hit your cervix and still tried to push deeper. Your fingers clutched at the bedding and your whimpers were muffled as you buried your face in them out of habit.
“Come here, love.” Stephen soothed as he pulled you upright, chest warming your back and his beard teasing your nape as he placed kisses across your skin. “No one can hear us now.”
His hands felt as if they were everywhere all at once, cradling your breasts, rolling your taut nipples between his fingers, snaking down your navel before reaching your clit. You finally stopped silencing your voice, his name filling the room as he worked you to the edge of bliss, trapped between his long, hard thrusts and quick, circling fingers.
“Harder, please, oh god, Stephen…” Your head fell back to his shoulder and he watched the pleasure on your face as your lips parted with a silent scream, your eyes screwed shut in ecstasy.
“Let go, love, you’re so fucking tight, holding back.” He growled low in your ear as your walls clamped down around his cock and he starved off his own release with gritted teeth. “I need to feel you come.”
The elastic band in your belly snapped as he grunted and slapped his hips hard against yours, your orgasm sending your pussy spasming around him and tipping him over the edge. Warmth flooded your core and the waves of pleasure dripped down your thighs, Stephen’s release quickly joining as he rode you through the aftershocks until you were both shaking with overstimulation.
“I love you.” He whispered in your ear as he eased out of your abused cunt. “Don’t disobey me again.”
You chuckled as you regained your breath, turning around so you could wrap your arms over his pale shoulders. “I love you too.”
His eyes narrowed as you didn’t address his order. “You’re going to disobey me aren’t you.”
“I mean, it was hardly a punishment to enforce good behaviour.” You teased. “Being bad seems to have its rewards.”
His lips twitched before he gave up trying to hide his smile and he pulled you closer for a rough kiss that left a beard burn around your lips. “Get dressed, your next punishment will have to wait until later.”
Your pussy throbbed at the thought and a soft moan fell from your lips. “Promise?”
His pupils dilated as he watched your body react so easily to him and he fought the urge to keep time suspended for even longer. “Trust me.”
requested by: anon warnings: violence, swearing, some description of injuries but nothing major this is a soulmate!au with the whole colour shebang thing. monochrome vision to colour after meeting your soulmate kinda shit. enjoy <3
You threw up your hands, creating a barrier between yourself and the crumbling structure of what used to be a clocktower. The force of the falling rubble made you grit your teeth, but wasn’t anything too uncomfortable for you to handle. With a defiant shove, you pushed the barrier upward, following behind before flying to the man behind it all. He, like all things, was in shades of white and black. His costume was pretty plain, compared to some of the ‘interesting’ designs you’d come across. Not like you could talk, your suit was made of a bullet, fire and weather proof polymer, with a cape to aid in aerodynamics. Your best friend by day and tech/super hero stylist by night had designed it and may have illegally stolen the material from her lab at Stark Industries. Your mask covered the majority of your face, only your mouth was exposed.
You had specified to her that the costume be black and white, as she (unlike you) had found her soulmate. Jenny was absolutely delightful and now the two of them could see the full range of colours that filled the lives of those lucky enough to find their other half. Meaning they were what stood between your costume looking ridiculous or badass.
“You’ll never defeat the likes of CORRUPTION CLAW!” He declared from his perch on the nearby building, his nefarious tech surrounding him, most of it actually stolen from the man of Iron, but you couldn’t tell Corruption Claw that. “There’s no point in trying to stop me, I’ve already won!” He cackled.
With a roll of your eyes, you sent a strong blast of energy towards him. He ducked to safety, but his tech was obliterated to the point that it was laughable.
You landed on the platform, lifting the man by his costume’s collar like a sack of potatoes, he tried to fight back, going as far as to spit in your face. You remained unfazed, while your best friend was screaming profanities at Corruption Claw down the comm line. Most of their words being about how the spitting was highly unhygienic. He tilted his head back, to do it again. But you slammed your forehead into his face, his nose making a satisfying crunch before he started wailing.
“AH FUCKING HELL! I think you broke my nose!”
“I’m sure the medical staff at the prison you’ll be sent to will be able to sort that out for you.” You reply, starting to drag him of the platform to deliver him to the proper authorities. But his sudden laughter that reminded you of the creepy children in every horror movie made you freeze. “What?”
“You didn’t think I had a contingency plan did you?”
“Wha—” But his contingency rammed it’s into your chest, sending you flying through the air. The head of the missile pushing you further and further away from Corruption Claw. Who by now was most likely making a dastardly escape. After the initial shock of being hit by a literal missile wore off, you composed yourself and attempted to change it’s direction. Using all your strength, the missile started to get higher into the atmosphere. But what you didn’t take into consideration was the possibility that it had a countdown to detonation.
The force of the detonation and shrapnel that speared itself into your body sent you hurling from the sky unconscious. Your body spun as it hurled towards the ground, but as your imminent impact with the ground raced towards your body, you regained just enough control to direct yourself through the roof of some manor and through the first two floors before stopping at what was most likely the ground floor. You were aware of the crater that your impact had made on the flooring, in the future you would cringe when thinking how much it would cost to fix it.
Groaning, you managed to pull yourself up, but couldn’t manage to fly out of there. Your mask had been partially wrecked in the explosion, half of it now only remained, deciding that it was of no use now you pulled it off your face. Your ribcage felt as if someone had tried to use it as a xylophone. So you had to settle for uneasy staggering with a large side of pained grunts. You had managed to move about a foot away from your crater before you heard flaps from the upper levels. In your dazed confusion, it hadn’t occurred to you that someone might be home. You weren’t quite sure how you were going to explain to the owner why they now had a multi level skylight and designer superhero shaped hole in their floor. But then the realisation that it might have been Corruption Claw hit you and you spun around, mustering the most heroic face you could.
Only to be met with a floating cape. Confusion took hold of you once more, your defensive stance slackening in awe of the cape. You couldn’t explain it, but it seemed almost sentient. You tilted your head to the side, the collar of the cape copied the action simultaneously. It was incredibly unprofessional but you couldn’t help but giggle at it. Rather than seeing it as a threat it sort of reminded you of a puppy. You extended your arm to touch the fabric, but before your gloved fingers could make contact, you were thrown into the wall by a grey glow. And then a strangely clothed man, who was now cloaked by the sentient accessory floats down. Strange glowing symbols surrounded him, his stance was on the offensive, ready to attack her. He was rather attractive if she had to admit it to herself, she quite liked his goatee, but in that moment her attention wasn’t exactly focused on his facial grooming.
“Who are you and what business do you have here?” He demanded to know, his tone unflinchingly threatening. You raised an eyebrow, not that impressed with his whole aesthetic he had going on.
“Okay, Mr Glowy Lights. I just got thrown out of the sky by a literal missile so I’m not really interested in your whole thing you got going.” He too didn’t look impressed by your response, the symbols intensifying, his hands began twirling, the symbols beginning to morph with the movement of his hands. Groaning out of annoyance you prepared to fight back, not able to keep a pained gasp quiet in front of the wizard man guy.
Then suddenly he was on top of you, the pair of you cursed at the sudden collision. It was then that you realised your movement was restricted by some unknown force. It had you in a deadlock against the owner of the manor, uncomfortably close you would specify. As you tried to break free you noticed that the man’s cloak was what had them wrapped together, but from the look on his face, he hadn’t planned on it to do this. It was almost funny, and you couldn’t help but have a ghost of a smile on your face.
“What’s so funny?”
“Oh, just that you don’t have control of your accessories…”
“The Cloak of Levitation is notan accessory.”
“Sure, buddy. If you know so much about it, why don’t you make it unwrap us?” His silence not only proved your statement, but was oh, so satisfying. The frown on the stranger’s face was almost adorably grumpy.
“I knew it! Okay, why don’t you try to move your arm so I can—” You began to advise, but were interrupted by his forehead smacking into your own rather harshly. Swearing loudly, you couldn’t help but close your eyes due to the sudden pain. But were taken off guard by the guy’s strangled gasp. Opening them slightly, your own gasp escaped your lips.
There were so many, more than you thought was possible. You had always been told by your parents that colours had an almost infinite amount, but you had always thought they had just sat it to make you more determined to find your soulmate…The wizard. Looking up into his eyes, they were beautiful, you didn’t know what the colour was called, but it was possibly your favourite. His hair was dark, with the sides partially greying. You quickly studied all his features, wanting to know everything about him as an unbridled joy filled your being.
“Who are you?” You asked after realising you still didn’t know his name.
“Doctor Strange.”
“Your really going to give me your alter ego?”
“No—I’m—My last name is Strange and I’m a doctor.”
“Okay…” You chuckled, he too chuckled, it was something you would make sure to hear every day from that moment. You then realised that the cape hadn’t been holding you together anymore, but he and you hadn’t noticed while being lost in each other’s presence. “Looks like your ‘Cloak of Levitation’ is a really good wingman.”
“Why did you use air quotes?”
“Hmm?”
“You used air quotes when calling it the Cloak of Levitation.”
“Seems like a weird name for a cape. It looks more like a Bob to me.”
“You did not just name the Cloak of Levitation Bob!” You shrugged your shoulders, his face was twisted in a look of annoyance in bewilderment. Taking a step back, the world suddenly went sideways and the burrito you’d had for breakfast started to head back up your oesophagus. Before you hit the ground, his arms caught you, leaving you in a pose that felt like it was straight out of a 90’s rom-com. “I think you might have a concussion. I don’t think you should leave just yet.”
“Are you trying to keep me here, Doctor?” You flirted and batted your eyes at your soulmate, still quietly marvelling at all the colours that you now got to experience thanks to him.
“Stephen. And… partially. I still have to honour the Hippocratic oath, it’s just a coincidence that you happen to be my soulmate.” He explained nonchalantly yet had a smirk growing on his face. Your face gradually came closer to his, your eyes almost exclusively focused on his lips. Just as they were about to connect a familiar voice caused you and Stephen to part.
“Um, hello? Are you there? You’ve been radio silent for a while. And if your suit is ruined in any way I’M GOING TO REACH DOWN THE COMM AND CHOKE YOU OUT BECAUSE THAT MATERIAL IS WORTH ABOUT A ZILLION DOLLARS AND I DID NOT COMMIT A FELONY FOR YOU TO GET IT BLOWN UP!” You almost pulled the comm out of your ear, they were so loud at the other end. Their threat sent a chill up your spine, as you knew they would follow through if the suit had been ruined. But thankfully, the shrapnel, explosion and falling through two levels of flooring had only lead to some slight tearing.
“Uh, yeah I’m fine by the way and so’s the suit.”
“I SWEAR I’M GONNA MURDE—Cool, why the silence then?” You couldn’t help but glance at Stephan after the question, he smiled at you but he looked painfully awkward. Had probably overheard the entire thing.
“Let’s just say I got a little tied up.” You replied, eyes connecting with Stephen’s, and couldn’t help but smile. You couldn’t wait to get to know more about him. And by the look on his face, he wanted the same thing too.
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
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.
Summary:All your life, from the moment you had stepped into med school to finally making a career for yourself alongside your college sweet heart and eventually husband, ambition and ego somehow always finds a way to drive you both apart. When things got too far and miscommunication from both finally tears you away—it was an opportunity after years of being apart that finally brought the two of you back together. But it was never easy, especially with unresolved past still trying to haunt them on a daily basis. Characters: Stephen Strange x Estranged Wife!Reader. Chapter Warnings: Angst. Mention of Miscarriage. Words:1,766
“Shouldn’t you be happy the test result came out negative and it’s just the horrible stomach flu we had.”
You should have, but every single time you thought about that few minutes peeing in a cup and waiting a few minutes for the test results to come up—there was this hope. A hope for something that shouldn’t be there anymore. Your lawyers had informed you that Stephen had talked to his own lawyers and an arrangement is being set in a few days to handle your shared accounts as well as properties you never realized either of you still had at this point.
If Stephen was agreeing, everything was now finally coming to the end. So why were you as miserable as the moment you had lost everything you had loved the most in your life?
“You know she’s right.” Loki added, fueling more of your anxiety and continually getting on his girlfriend’s good side.
“You should start dating again.” Reggie pointed out with a knowing smirk.
“Fat chance.” You snort, just the idea of dating again somehow brought dread in you.
Who would even think about dating a divorcee-to-be? Not to mention the almost 24/7 job you had at the compound. Marriage and dating was no longer in your card and you had slowly but surely grown to accept that part in your life.
“I mean come on, you’re young and beautiful. You should hear what the rest of the Agents are saying about you. Some of them going as far as injuring themselves just to stop by your office.”
The idea of another man having the hots for you as the woman would constantly point out only made you roll your eyes in both wonder and in disgust. No one would look at you, you were just a doctor with a bad string of relationship coming to constantly haunt you.
“If a guy comes, he comes.” You muttered not wanting to put too much thought of the idea of another man being part of your life now. ~ The last place you would want to deal with your divorce was the confinement of the meeting room inside of the Compound—on your lunch break of all times. You sat beside your lawyer, Matthew which Tony had provided for you per your agreement as you started working for the team and in front of you sat your husband, with your former lawyer, Rodney, that had drafted the prenup before you had married the man—a good thing you had both agreed to do to make things a little less complicated.
“She can have the apartment.” Stephen spoke, eyes never once focused on you, his attention was solely on your lawyer. Never once did he acknowledge you and it hurts to think that it was all your doing after the last time you were in the same space as the man. “I have no use of it with the Sanctum.” He continued.
“I have an apartment in California and I’m staying in the Compound 24/7, so I don’t need the apartment.” You spoke, all the memories, both happy and painful still lingered in those walls and you feared what the consequence it might entail should you come back there.
“The cars?” Rodney inquired.
“She can have it.”
“I don’t like driving.” You bit right back. You were not about to tell him that after his accident, you had somehow found yourself growing to fear going behind the wheels in fear of being in the same accident as him. You drive, but avoided it as much as you could and if you could. “He can have it.”
“As if my hands could let me.” He snorts.
“That’s what you get for texting and driving.” You spat and halted seeing the pain that now lingered on the man’s face at the venom of your words.
“I get that you’re mourning our child’s death and no matter what I say or what I do, I know you can never forgive me for not being there for you, but you’re not the only one that lost a child. You mourned and blamed me for everything and I accepted all you’ve thrown at me and I swallowed it all because I love you, in every moment and in every single instance in my life. You had been the first thing I had thought of when I got into that accident, the first person I had worried about when the snap had happened. But you are not to disrespect what I had lost in all of this, in that accident. I had lost you, I’ve lost the baby, and I’ve lost my career. I had nothing when you left me.”
“I think it’s best if we discuss all of this when everyone is a little more level headed.” Matthew had finally cut in.
You stood, checking your watch, frowning as you realized it was Stephen’s watch, one of the few you had taken before you had left. You had a few more minute before you were needed back in the office. Slipping off the watch, you slid it towards the man, making a mental note to check your closet if there were a few more watches that he owned still in your possession.
“There is nothing more to discuss.” You assured, eyes turned to your husband. “I don’t want the apartment, the cars, and the money. All I want is to remove you from my life once and for all so I can move on with my life.”
“So the party was like a goodbye-fuck to you? I never thought you’d be like that.” Stephen pointed out, the smug look on his face had both of your lawyers jerking their head towards him in confusion.
“I see you’re still an asshole.”
“You married me, as far as I recalled.”
“I’m trying to undo that, if you don’t remember.” You spat through gritted teeth.
“I think my hands are too shaky to sign any papers. Maybe next time.” He abruptly stood and with whatever magic powers he had, summoned a portal. The divorce papers were left untouched after he had promised he would finally signed them.
“You are not gonna run away, Strange.” You spat running through the portal with him just in time for it to close and you joined him in what you believed to be the Sanctum, a different room from what it looks like.
“What are you doing?” You turned to come face to face with your husband and only now did you realize that it was his bedroom—judging from the four poster bed smack dab in the middle of the room and the array of books that range from medicine to books about witchcraft—this man had a lot of time on his hands from the looks of it.
“You said you would sign the papers. I had your words.” You questioned him now, caring less if your voice rose at this point. “You said you would sign those papers for my sake and for the sake of our baby?”
“You can’t keep using our dead child on me, Y/N.”
You winced at his words. It hurts, over and over when he uses those words it still hurts you so. But at this point, what were you expecting, this was self-sabotage on yourself among other things. There was nothing to get to him but you didn’t have any other choice.
“It’s either we talk through this like mature adults or you keep wallowing away in your own self-pity for all of eternity and I don’t sign a damn thing.”
“Why are you doing this to me?” You spat.
“Because I want us to talk!”
In the silence, you wondered what else was there to talk about.
“You’re eleven years too late.” You spoke, the coldness in your voice unfazed him.
“No, I’m not. I will do anything and everything to convince you otherwise if I have to.” He continued to urge.
“What do you even want to accomplish out of this?” You questioned. “Had I known about you being this close to my new workplace, you wouldn’t have ever seen me again. Why now? Why when I am ready to just move on and forget about you and about every little thing that has anything to do with you?”
“Because I need you.” He spoke honestly. “I’m living this new life, far from whatever we both had while I was a surgeon, but it’s something. An honest job that still lets me save people like I use to do before. I have this life now and I want you to be part of it—to make up for everything I’ve fucked up on.”
“Two months.” You found yourself giving in from his words. “Two months and if you fuck up, I will drag the divorce straight to a judge even without your signature.” ~ “So who are you and what have you done to the Doctor we know and love?” Loki was the first to question the moment you had informed him, his girlfriend, as well as your boss about your new living arrangement for the next two months with your estranged husband.
“It’s two months, I’ve already made my decision, and I’m just making sure he gets it too.” You explained as you continued to pack an overnight bag. You’ve decided that your day-offs would be in the confinements of the Sanctum—or whatever location he saw fit for the two of you.
“And what if you change your mind?” Loki wondered, handing you another book you would be bringing with you for your stay in the Sanctum.
“Doubt it.”
“But what if you do?”
“Loki Laufeyson, I can bet to you everything I own and it still wouldn’t happen.” You snort finally shoving the book into your bag.
“Whatever lets you sleep at night.” He relents, a mischief in his smirk walking towards the door—halting as he held onto the door knob. “But if you do, don’t say I told you so. And if for the perceivable future, I nominate your first born son to be named after me.” He closed the door behind him before you could throw your bag at him.
First born? You snort at the mere mention of it. Your supposed first born was long dead and that was what has and forever keep you from forgiving Stephen and the shitty marriage you had had with the man throughout the eyes most especially the later parts of it when you needed him the most.
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.
Summary: Stephen and his girlfriend dance through the night.
Word Count: 1.3k
a/n:Requests are open!!!
The sky was full of stars. The light of the chandelier shone down on the dancing couples who moved to the beat of the delicate tones, mirroring a sunset by the sea, where the sun kissed the end of the world and wrapped the world in a reddish veil.
The hall was lavishly decorated, resembling a castle from ancient, almost forgotten times of king and queens, of high-born ladies and princes. Peals of laughter echoed and merged with the sounds played by the musicians standing on the tribune in dark suits and dresses. Important looking men wandered in the rows of people filling the hall with the wide windows wrapped in white material as soft as clouds.
In the sea of suits, Stephen stood out, was a rock piercing through raging oceans. The suit suited him well and at first glance, Y/N did not recognise her boyfriend standing in the chandelier’s light. Piercing eyes rested on Y/N, escaping the shadows. Her heart was beating fast, nearly racing, and her palms resembled a wet surface as a murmur of voices rose and fell. The flowing material of the dress enveloped her body. The fabric, wide and flat, was adorned with glittering stones, little stars, stolen from the firmament. It shone like silver, like spider webs reflecting the rays of the rising sun in the early hours of the day. Her hair framed her soft features, adorned with a loving smile. The smile on her lips grew widened and her teeth emerged. The necklace Stephen had given his girlfriend for their first anniversary rested on her skin high above the neckline of the long dress flowing in waves down her body. Stephen’s lips were no longer touching, gaped open. Y/N thought he was whispering her name, not entirely sure, but when their eyes met, she was convinced he was calling her by name, calling her to him, to his heart, inviting her to lean her ear against his chest and dance in his arms.
Incessantly, her heart was beating faster, ignoring the stares settling on her. She could hear the people asking questions, but she didn’t answer. Y/N brought the staircase behind her, covered by a red carpet and illuminated by the rays of the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Her eyes shone in vibrant hues.
Y/N didn’t want to come, had hundreds of excuses, from that she had to study, that books demanded her full attention, to that her best friend was suffering from heartbreak, that her pet couldn’t stay home alone, but still she had come, unable to forget the invitation of her boyfriend to be his plus one to the party.
Joy filled her, grateful she had changed her mind and accepted the invitation. Y/N took one step after another, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks, but then a wave arose from deep slumber and the last traces of fear disappeared from her heart and mind.
Stephen could not believe his eyes, was convinced Y/N would not come, and was sure he was seeing an illusion slowly approaching him. The illusion was perfect: the tone of the hair, the sparkling eyes, and the curves of her well-shaped body.
“Surprise.” a voice breathed and Stephen knew it was not an illusion, but his girlfriend.
The voice, almost shy, was music to his ears and Stephen moved closer to the woman who had come to a halt a few steps away from him.
“I was sure.”, “That I wouldn’t come?” Y/N completed the sentence Strange had started.
Weakly, the man laughed and lost himself in her eyes.
“Exactly.”, “And I’ll be honest, I wasn’t going to come, these parties aren’t my cup of tea but then I imagined spending this night with you, but I saw you talking to important-looking people, you’re welcome to join them, I don’t want to intrude.” Y/N breathed.
Again, Stephen laughed, having forgotten the men in almost identical looking suits he had left the moment he witnessed his girlfriend coming down the stairs.
“No, I can take care of those things another day. I’ve seen a few futures but you’ve only arrived in one.”, “Stop it, you’re just saying that.” Y/N joked, feeling the last spark of fear being carried away from her body.
“I’m glad you came and I’m even happier that you’re wearing the necklace.”, “The necklace is beautiful.” Y/N answered.
“You’ve already thanked me too often. You mustn’t thank me again, my beloved. You’re my girlfriend and you deserve the most beautiful gifts.” he answered.
Stephen finished the sentence, knowing exactly what Y/N wanted to say, feeling it in every fibre of his body, yearning for her closeness.
The music resounded again, and more people found the strength to rise. Laughing and chatting, couples danced. Other men, seated in the far corner by the bar, found themselves in the depths of the glass, trying to forget the darkest days for a moment, even if only a brief one.
“Still, I am not used to receiving such gifts and you make me feel guilty. I could not give you such a gift.” Y/N spoke and let her hand, the tips of her fingers, rest on the necklace Stephen had given her.
“I don’t want to get any gifts, you’ve already given me the gift of being my girlfriend, spending your precious time with me.”, “Did you know I was going to be your girlfriend?” Y/N breathed, unsure if she wanted to know the answer.
His gaze was speaking volumes, and no darkness wandered across his face.
“No, I saw you and fell in love with you at first sight. I don’t have to search for answers. I know them, all of them. One day you are going to be my wife and together we will live in a house and the rest is written in the stars.” Stephen replied and Y/N nodded.
Tears veiled her gaze, but none fell, danced down her cheeks. The words struck her heart and summoned tears of joy. The surrounding people did not notice her, did not hear the heart-warming words escaping, seeing only the love in the eyes of the lovers, seeing the love was long-lasting.
“May I have this dance?”, “Just this one? I know I’m not the best dancer and the last time I danced was probably years ago, but if you lead me right, I’m sure I won’t step on your shoes so often.” Y/N breathed jokingly.
Mischievously, Stephen grinned, clad in the dark suit, his eyes speaking volumes, but Y/N expected an answer.
“Not just this dance, I reserve all future dances,” Stephen clarified.
He reached for her hand, clasping her fingers tenderly, almost as if he feared he would crush her hand. Bringing his hand to his face, directly to his lips, he felt Y/N’s eyes widen and breathed a loving kiss on the back of her hand.
“And I can buy new shoes. I really don’t mind. You can step on my shoes as much as you want for all I care.” added Stephen after kissing each of her fingers.
From her hand, Stephen let go. Lovingly, Stephen let his hand rest on her shoulder, bringing Y/N closer to his body, feeling his heart collide with his chest, longing for closeness. Fingers entwined like tendrils of flowers. The world faded away. Voices merged and drowned in the delicate tones of flutes and the piano, telling people to rise from the chair and dance.
Request: yes! from: @oknstark-well hi! hope you’re doing great! saw you have requests open soooo I was wondering if you can do a stephen x fem reader full of smut! I just need some really XD love him so much, and I had this idea before he is sorcerer in wich he has an affair with another doctor/nurse and they just fuck the stress out Im stressed now so lol thanks!
Warnings: foreplay, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), foul language is most certainly involved, car sex, doctor kink
You and Stephen Strange had an arrangement which involved nothing but sex. Sure, you both still had your friendly banters, so you could consider it friends with benefits. The thing is, you both considered it fuck buddies as you still had the friend aspect, but it was strictly having sex. You both didn’t see the problem with it except that you were both doctors at the same hospital.
You both knew how to keep the “relationship” lowkey, so none of you really cared. You just had to be careful when you’d sneak off to have sex in a private area in the hospital or leave at separate times so people wouldn’t suspect a thing. One day, you were both stressing over your jobs. Yeah, doctors get a good pay, but who said that was ever the key to a healthy life? Stress was very much present!
So, on your lunch break, you and Strange decided to head to lunch together as it was seen as a normal doctor thing. However, the both of you knew “lunch” was just a cover up for what was really in store. You both head to the parking lot and thankfully, Strange always made sure to park where less cars and people would be going. So, you both headed to his black corvette in the secluded area and the first thing Strange did was pull you towards him and pressed his lips on yours.
You kissed him back while running your fingers through his hair. “Stress fucking?” You questioned in the middle of the kiss. He broke the kiss, opened his back door and you got in. “You have no idea!” Since he was wealthy, he was able to make his back seats comfortable enough for moments like these. Not only that, but he was able to make a small bed which is what he did this morning just in case it led to this.
He got in after you and his lips were on yours once again. You both loved long make out sessions as it would always make you both wanting each other more. Today was definitely one of those days where making out was a must. His hands ran up and down your leg as yours traveled up and down his chest. This man was going to be the death of you and you honestly didn’t care.
He broke the kiss before placing wet kisses down your neck. You bit your lip at the feeling of his lips softly sucking your neck, but no hickeys were placed. You tugged on his hair and he groaned as he loved when you did that. “Scared to moan?” He asked while he gripped your hips softly. You couldn’t hold it back anymore as you moaned in response. He smirked while letting out a soft chuckle. He looked up at you as if asking permission and you simply nodded.
Yes, your relationship was based on sex, but that didn’t mean he still wouldn’t ask for consent and vice versa; you would both asked in case one wanted to stop before it got too far. His hand went in your pants and he bit his lip. “You never seize to amaze me, (Y/N). You’re already soaking.” Seduction was clear as day in his tone of voice which made you even more wet. He smirked before letting his finger slide in. You moan as his finger skillfully hit your g-spot.
His thumb began rubbing your clit and your moans were uncontrollable. “Fuck, Stephen!” He wanted to stop and just fuck you right there, but he wanted to hold himself back for a little longer. That was until you arched your back and he knew he couldn’t hold back any longer. He removed his finger from inside you slowly and you let out a whimper. You wanted more and he knew that. However, you were becoming impatient so you made your way towards him and pulled his pants down.
You stroke him slowly and your thumb ran across his tip which caused him to moan. You loved it when he moaned, but would never say a thing. Stephen knew though as he felt how wet you’d get when he did. He didn’t mind though because he wasn’t scared to show you how much pleasure you gave him. You let your other hand run up his chest and he bit his lip. “(Y/N), please,” Stephen begged as his beautiful eyes met yours. You bit your lip and let your finger trail on his neck. “Such a desperate man, I see.” He smirked before biting his lip. “You have no idea. I want to fuck you so bad right now.” His words made you putty in his hands. You really just wanted him and you wanted him so bad.
His hands went up and down your thighs which made you bite your lip. His lips met yours once more and before you knew it, he was inside you. A moan escaped both of your lips as you both were desperate for one another. He let you get adjusted to his length because you both haven’t had each other in a while. Even though you haven’t done it in a while, he still knew exactly what you did when you wanted more or when you didn’t want him to stop.
Just by looking at how you glistened and your face practically begging for him to continue, he thrusted into you. “Fuck!” You moaned and he bit his lip. You were making him go crazy and there was no denying he wanted to fuck you more than once. You let your arms wrap around his neck as his thrust became more aggressive. You both were now moaning and you were convinced that nothing would stop you both from releasing stress with pleasure.
You tugged on his hair as he lifted one of your legs to his waist. “Holy fuck, Stephen!” He hit your g-spot and he moaned. “Yeah baby girl, I’m right here.” The fact that he could pull you in with such little words amazed you. “Faster, please.” He obeyed as his thrusts became more rough, but faster as well. He wanted you to cum hard for him. Every time you both were sexing it up, he would always focus on your release more than his own because he wants to make sure you feel good instead of being desperate.
One of his hands trailed down your body until his thumb reached your clit. His thrusts became less rough and his thumb began playing with your clit. “Oh fuck!” You moaned as your nails trailed down his back. He leaned down to your ear and bit your earlobe softly. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he moaned in your ear. You loved his moans as they were a big turn on for you. He knew that, but he knew you didn’t want him to know. However, your body always betrayed you as each time he moaned, you’d get more wet.
He bit his lip with a small smirk on his lips. “You have no idea how badly I wanted this. How badly I wanted to be inside you again.” You couldn’t hold yourself back as you pushed him down and started riding him. He rested his hands on your waist and you both moaned. His thumb went back to rubbing your clit and you arched your back. “That’s it, baby girl. Let go.” The fact that his thumb was making you bounce, made it all the better for the both of you.
“Fuck doctor!” He help your hips in place as he began fucking you as you were still on top. “Holy fuck,” he moaned as you never really referred to him by his title. “You like that, doctor?” He thrusts became faster in response and so did his thumb. You couldn’t hold it anymore as you had to cum. “Not yet, baby girl.” You whimpered in response, but obeyed. Stephen was also close and you knew it was because he wanted you both to cum together.
He knew how close he was to cumming, but he wanted to hold it in a little longer. However, once he felt you move your hips on his cock, he gave in. “Fuck, baby!” He moaned and came inside you. With his thumb still working on your clit, you refused to hold back and let loose. “Oh fuck, Stephen!” You came on his cock and you felt yourself get tired. He pulled out of you and wrapped his arms around your body. Sure, you guys weren’t a thing, but he knows better than to let you be without a little bit of cuddles.
“We both needed that, didn’t we?” You asked. He chuckled and nodded. “Stress, am I right?” You both looked at each other and let out soft laughter. Who knew a stressful job would lead to a steamy lunch break?
SHIIIIIIT, THIS TOOK MY STRESS OUT LMAO YES THANK YOU SO MUCH LOVED IT KAJDKSJFJSJDJSJD
A/N: Time for part 4! I went ahead and updated my masterlists for you guys! Happy reading!
Summary:Y/N travels through the multiverse, meeting different Stephens. None of them the same.
The doors to Kamar-taj opened as Stephen and Y/N walked in. “We need to get you out of here. We don’t need you staying in this universe too long.”
He was so cold. So distant. This wasn’t her Stephen. Of course he wasn’t. In this universe, they had never met. She wasn’t even sure what happened in this universe besides what Stephen had told her.
“Y/N?” She turned as someone called her name as Stephen left the room.
Steve approached her and pulled her into his arms. “You’re alive?”
She detached herself from Steve’s grasp and he looked at her. “You’re not…. you’re not my Y/N.”
“No, I’m not, Steve. I’m sorry. I’m from another universe,” Y/N says. “What happened to me in this universe?”
“Hydra got you.”
“Is that what drove Dad to be evil?” Y/N asked.
“No, he’s always been like that. Wow, your universe must be different. What happens to me, in your universe?”
“It was good to see you, Steve,” Y/N says, changing the subject.
Stephen walks up to the two of them.
“What?” he asks when Y/N stares up at him.
“Nothing,” Y/N says.
“So, we need to get you a sling ring, but we don’t have any,” Stephen tells her.
“You don’t have any?” Y/N asks.
“Yeah, Stark took them during his hostile takeover. I’d give you mine, but I kinda need it.”
“So, how the hell are we gonna get me out of this universe?” Y/N asks.
“We’re going to get your sling ring back from Stark.”
“And how are we going to accomplish that, genius?” Y/N asks.
Summary: it’s been a month since the return, and a memorial is in order.
Word count: 1982.
Pairing(s): Stephen Strange x You.
Warning(s): survival’s guilt, angst, depression, loss, grief; take your pick. Cursing (?)
Author’s Note: so this is something that I’m really proud of. I wrote this a few days ago and I wanted to give you some Dr Strange magic while also tackling Endgame’s ending. This is one of the best things I’ve written, so I’ll probably tag it everywhere. Apologies.
Things had changed. Double of the people living in New York City a month ago roamed the streets, and when you woke up in the mornings because of their noise, you wouldn’t remember for a second what had happened… and then the reason for the noise came back to you, and the memories involving it.
Losing the battle against Thanos, everyone dusting off before your eyes, including Stephen, five years in solitary and, to beat the big, bad guy, two final sacrifices.
Multiverse right? THE READER IS DATING STEPHEN AND OPENS A PORTAL SOMEHOW TO 221B AND SEES SHERLOCK AND IS CONFUSED AS TO WHY STEPHEN LOOKS DIFFERENT TILL STRANGE STEPS OUT THE PORTAL!!
You woke up at the sound of the birds singing, a cold breeze touching your body and a soft good morning from Stephen, who was up before you were and watched you sleep.
“hey” you planted a soft kiss on his lips “how long have you been up?” you asked.
“long enough to watch you innocently sleeping”.
“That’s not creepy… Why didn’t you wake me up?”.
“Didn’t want to disturb you. I know how much you love sleep… Come on, I’ll make breakfast” he got up and helped you up.
You sat and watched him make you an omelet. The smell was amazing and the day seemed to be going well, you thought.
He gave you a plate and sat next to you.
“aren’t you gonna eat?” you asked.
“I’m not hungry” he placed his elbow on the counter and his face on his elbow as he watched you eat.
“stop looking at me like that”.
“like what?” he asked.
“like you’re madly in love with me and can’t think of anything other than me”.
“but that’s the truth”.
“but I’m eating and I don’t like to be observed”.
“you look beautiful no matter what you do”. Something was up with him but you didn’t want to worry about things that might not actually be true.
After you finished your food, he took the plate and washed it.
“where do you want to go today?” he asked.
“Is today an important day? Did I forget about something?” you questioned.
“no, no. I just want to take you out. No special occasion” he informed you.
“Uhm… alright, how about…the Indian ocean? The Maldives maybe?” you suggested.
“The Maldives? Alright, get dressed”.
You walked on the beach and swam in the ocean and he sat and watched you. He told you he didn’t feel like swimming. You basically spent the entire day there and it was beautiful. In the evening, you decided to dine there. You went to a local restaurant and ordered some food. Stephen ordered a small meal and finished it quickly, then he stared at you.
“okay, that’s it. I can’t take it any more! What’s wrong?” you asked.
“why would there be anything wrong?”.
“let’s see. You woke up early and watched me as I slept. You made me breakfast, washed the dishes, took me to the Maldives, yet you didn’t feel like swimming and watched me the whole day and now you’re staring at me like it’s the last time you’re gonna see me” you explained.
“Y/n, I have something to tell you”.
“please don’t say that you have to fight some outer-space aliens”.
“There’s a force coming that’s a threat to our planet and I have to try and stop them”.
“why do you have to do this every time? Aren’t there some other superheroes? I mean what are the avengers doing?” you asked.
“They can’t do it alone, they need my help and expertise” he informed you.
“and I need you here by my side, alive”.
“I was going to leave at midnight and write you a letter”.
“so you were just gonna abandon me like that without a word?”.
“I knew if I told you, you wouldn’t like it, but it’s not gonna make a difference y/n. I’m going” he insisted.
“PleaseDon’t go!” you begged.
“I have to. The fate of the world depends on it. I have a responsibility towards them,I have to protect them, protect you. I’m sorry, but it’s the only way”.
“you’ll be safer here” he added.
He opened a portal and left you on the island all by yourself.
Request: Hii Can i request a Stephen x wife!reader ANGST where they are having a heated argument in the car (reader accusing him of cheating with christine) and then the car crash happens. It would be before he got his powers obviously. Requested by @mrs-walka-blog
Word Count: 1034.
Warnings: angst.
A/N: I just realized it’s been over a year since this request, I’m sorry!
“Good morning Mary! Is Stephen in his office or operating?” you greeted the secretary.
“Good morning mrs. Strange! He is in his office, but he’s currently busy. He told me not to let anyone in” she informed you.
“Is he in a meeting?” you asked.
“Not exactly, but he’s discussing work with Doctor Palmer”.
“I see. I’m going in. Don’t inform him, I wanted to surprise him.
“As you wish”.
“I call it the Strange policy” you heard Christine’s voice from behind the door.
“Oh, good! I’m glad something is named after me. You know, I invented a laminectomy procedure, and yet, somehow, no one seems to want to call it the Strange technique” Stephen was slowly flirting with her. You decided to stay outside for a while before coming in.
“We invented that technique” she corrected.
“You know, I gotta say, I’m very flattered by your policy. Look, I’m talking tonight at a Neurological Society dinner. Come with me” he invited.
“Another speaking engagement? So romantic. Besides, wouldn’t your wife love to come?”
“You used to love going to those things with me. We had fun together. What would Y/n do there? She doesn’t understand those things. She’s not a surgeon like you”.
That’s when you had enough and barged in “oh, I’m glad you two are having fun”.
“Y/n! What are you doing here?” Stephen took a few steps back from Christine.
“I came to surprise you, only to be insulted” you immediately left and he ran after you.
“Y/n! Y/n! Wait! Let me explain. It’s not what you think it is”.
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When he got home later that day, he bought you flowers, apologized and made it up to you.
Everything was fine and you were ready to go to the dinner event, when he started texting. At first, you didn’t make anything out of it, but then his phone constantly made noises and he was distracted. You came to fix up his tie but he brushed you away.
You hoped he would stop texting by the time you got to the car, but alas he didn’t.
“Stephen, are you cheating on me again?” you asked.
“What? Why would you say that?”.
“You wouldn’t take your eyes off the phone and you keep smiling at it. You are completely ignoring me and today I caught you flirting with her again”.
“Don’t you trust me? You always think that I’m talking to Christine”.
“That’s because you always are” you yelled.
“I never say anything when you are talking to one of your exes. And I don’t constantly accuse you of cheating on me” he shouted.
“Well, I didn’t flirt with my exes and I definitely did not cheat on you with one like you did. So of course I’m gonna be suspicious of you”.
“It was one time for god’s sake”.
“Twice. You did it twice”.
“The other time we were just kissing” he defended.
“And that’s not considered cheating? Jesus, Stephen! Get your head out of your ass and wake the fuck up. You are not the center of the fucking universe!”.
“What do you want me to do about it, huh? It’s in the past and clearly you can’t move on and I can’t change the past so.what.do.you.want me.to do?” he repeated the question.
“Look out!” another car has appeared on the road.
Stephen turned the car left and ended up going off the road. The car fell of the side of a mountain and crashed.
—
“It’s okay. It’s going to be okay” he woke up at the sound of Cristine trying to reassure him.
“Where’s Y/n?” he spoke hoarsely.
“The doctors did everything they can”.
“Where is she?”.
“Stephen, you need to calm down”.
“No, no. I need to see her… what have you done to my hands?” when he saw the fixators on his hands, he started to panic and they had to give him a sedative.
When he calmed down and woke up again he spoke gently “I need to see her, please!” he begged.
“Alright. I’ll tell the doctor to move you to her room” Christine approved.
You were in a coma in the ICU. You neck was broken, shards of glass have cut your face and upper body, your arm was sprainted and you had bruises all over your body.
When Stephen saw the state you were in, he started crying “it’s all my fault. I did this. I did this to her. I never should’ve fought with her!”.
“Hey, she’ll be okay”.
“You don’t know that. She might die at any moment and the worst thing is, she’ll die angry at me. I’ll never be able to apologize or hear her voice again. God! I just want her back”.
“Hey, hey! You should focus on getting better yourself, so when she wakes up, you can be there for her and not have her worry about you, okay?”.
—
Weeks have passed and there was no change or improvement. Stephen focused on getting better, but he never left your side. He sat next to you day and night and when he slept, he made a doctor watch over you until he woke up.
“Y/n, it’s been three weeks. Come back to me and I promise I’ll never make you sad again. We’ll start over wherever you want. Just come back to me, please!… I miss you so much. I miss your voice, the sound of your laughter, even our small little fights and the things you did to make me go nuts. I’ll never complain about them again, I promise”.
“Stephen?” you muttered.
“Y/n? Hey, I need a doctor now!” he yelled.
“I’m sorry”.
“No, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. From now on, I’ll always be there for you. I will never let you down again” he kissed your hand.
—
“So, I can do whatever I like now, huh?” you smirked while feeding him with your other hand.
“Did I say that? I can’t recall”.
“Oh, yes you did. I heard it loud and clear. Alright, maybe not loud, but I heard you. You sounded real cute when you were worried about me” you teased.
A/N: I’m still working on part 4 of WITD, but here’s some angsty Ex!Steve while you guys wait. It is part of the Hey, Stephen series, but can be read as a standalone. Oh, and I’m also working on a prequel series with Steve and the reader’s relationship that goes from The Avengers through Civil War.
Summary: Steve and Y/N reflect back on the past.
One thing was for sure, Steve didn’t like London. It was cold, and rainy, and everyone drove on the left side of the street. Anytime he did anything the wrong way, they shook their heads and said “silly American.”
Hiding from the world wasn’t easy. He had to grow a beard, let his hair grow darker. It was like he was a new person. He’d taken up smoking again. The serum kept it from hurting him, so it was consequence free.
It had been two and a half years since everything happened. Two and half years since he left her. He wondered what she was doing now. He knew he had no right to wonder, he had been the one to cheat on her with Sharon and break her heart.
He hoped she was okay. She had been in an accident during the Accords. Paralyzed from the waist down.
He still missed her, still loved her. He saw her everywhere, and in everything. Sweet little Y/N. The smart, yet naive girl he fell in love with. Except that’s only his vision of Y/N. No wonder he didn’t recognize her right away.
Summary: Stephen goes to Christine’s wedding, where you’re the maid of honor.
Warnings: Mild MOM spoilers (it’s literally just the wedding in the trailer), fem!reader, flirting, weddings, Stephen-typical swearing
Rating:PG
“Doctor Strange,” someone called softly. The voice came like a dream, and the hands that touched his shoulders felt like heaven. The way you said his name was clearly informal, no matter the title. “You should sleep soon. C’mon.”
“Oh, Y/N,” he groaned in exhaustion, “I just have to finish this report. Go home without me.”
He felt lips brush against his. “I would, but I can’t leave without my favorite man in the whole wide world. That would be inhumane. What if he can’t drive himself home?” You leaned against the back of his hair, letting your fingers play with whatever they wanted.
Summary:You attend Christine’s wedding with Stephen by your side, only for your suspicions to be confirmed about the ex-couple. Of course, it leads to a not-so-nice argument between you two.
Genre:MAJOR angst, Arguments, Stephen being a slight asshole?
Warning:Slight cursing, NO spoilers from Multiverse of Madness, besides Christine’s wedding
A/N: Good morning loves! It has been a very long time since I’ve written anything on Tumblr, but I was feeling extra creative from all the Stephen Strange fanfiction I had been reading over the past week. There’s not many out there, which is pretty disappointing, so I thought I’d give him a shot. I hope people really enjoy this one,and asks for a sequel, because I’ve been brainstorming one already.
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You knew it was a bad idea to go to that fucking wedding.
You fucking knew it and you did it anyway, just to be a good and decent girlfriend.
But you instantly regretted it when you stepped foot into the expensive venue in one of New York’s many skyscrapers. Especially when your boyfriend couldn’t keep his damn eyes off the bride.
The taxi came to a quick halt in front of the doors of the Sanctum Sanctorum, the driver internally anxious from the high-rising tension that surrounded both Stephen and I, no doubt. Not bothering to say any sort of thanks, I quickly opened the door and slipped out of the vehicle, my heels clicking against the pavement.
“So what? You’re going to give me the silent treatment all day, is that it?- Thank you sir.” Stephen asked sternly, slamming the car door, not before he kneeled down to wave at the man with a forced smile.
You continued to stay silent, yanking roughly on the door handle and letting yourself into the open foyer.
“Y/N, I’m speaking to you.” He tried again, but to no avail, seeing that you continued walking, pausing only to take your heels off. Before you could reach the grand stairwell that was in the middle of the large room, Wong entered suddenly from one of his portals, a bowl of cereal in his hands.
A surprised look was in his eyes at the sight of the both of us. “You guys are back from Christine’s wedding already? It couldn’t have been that quick.”
You huffed angrily at the mention of her name, ignoring the Sorcerer Supreme entirely, and hastily ran up the stairs.
“Not helping, Wong.” Stephen mumbled under his breath, finally having an idea of why you were so angry.
What he didn’t get was that it had been years since him and Christine had been together. Sure, it took some time for him to get over the woman and it was only right to attend her wedding since they had been colleagues for so long.
But his life completely changed for the better when he arrived at the Kamar-Taj to seek help for his injured hands and met you in the process.
He despised the real and brutal arguments he rarely shared with you. He much preferred the playful ones.
But based on the way you were currently stalking towards your shared bedroom and yanking away from his attempted grasps, this one was going to hurt.
Once you reached the door, you tried to slam it behind you, but it bumped hard against the doctor’s shoulders, frustrating him. “You do realize you’re behaving like a child, correct?“
"Oh, I’m a child now?” You snatched the fancy clip out of your hair, letting it fall on your shoulders, whipping around to face him.
“Yes, you’re acting like a brat."
You swallowed hard, praying that you remained strong enough to not let the tears fall.
"Are you still in love with her?"
The grown man took a few seconds to stare at you hard, before he let out a harsh laugh, shaking his head. "This again?"
That’s when you just surrendered to the anger that was brewing deep inside of you, hot tears rolling down your face as you went to the closet, tossing the fancy shoes inside. "You’re a fucking asshole, you know that? You obviously think I’m too stupid to notice you were staring at her during the damn ceremony."
Stephen unbuttoned his tuxedo jacket. "It was a wedding ceremony, aren’t you supposed to be looking at the bride when she first enters?"
"Not when the bride is your ex-girlfriend, Stephen."
"Then what the hell did you want me to do, Y/N?” He raised his voice at you, despite you moving across the room, occupied with getting ready for a hot shower. "Deny the damn wedding invitation?"
You walked toward the dresser, snatching some comfortable clothes out, glancing at him with clouded vision. "You know that’s not what I meant."
"Then what do you mean, huh? Because this bullshit always seems to turn on me-"
You slammed the drawer loudly, interrupting him. "I asked you a simple question, Stephen. That you deliberately chose not to answer."
A hard look covered his handsome face at your words. "I am not in love with her."
But it was too late, you didn’t want to hear that shit. He had a perfectly open opportunity to answer truthfully and instead laughed in your face about it. You saw the way he looked at her and you knew that look all too well. You’d imagine that’s exactly how you looked at him.
With so much love and adoration.
It almost made you sick to your stomach.
You felt yourself cry harder, looking away from him. "You do love her, and you can lie to all of these other people, Stephen, but you can’t lie to me."
"Don’t go turning this on me.” His voice was dangerously low and filled with irritation. “This is about you. This is about you and those damn insecurities of yours! That nagging fear of a man leaving you for another, causing you to self- sabotage whatever the hell that comes your way."
The painful insult that fell from the tip of his tongue seemed to echo in the completely silent room, which he had instantly regretted.
He hadn’t meant to say it.
He had the habit of being a complete and arrogant asshole from time to time and the increasing frustration didn’t help in the slightest.
Your breath was hitched, as you stared at particularly nothing, the tight grip on the clothes loosening. You had, had enough. You didn’t deserve to be someone’s second choice. And you damn sure didn’t deserved to be hurt like that either.
"Y/N… shit- I didn’t mean to-” Stephen breathed, desperation in the edge of his tone.
You slowly turned around with no specific expression, wiping your tears with the back of your hand.
“You’re right, Stephen. And since my insecurities are so much for you to handle, then I’m not sure why I’m here at all.”
You both stood there for a moment, before he tried to move closer to you, grabbing your hands, but you pulled away from him, shaking your head.
"Forgive me….” He whispered, but you straightened the straps of your dress, grabbed your keys and bumped your body against his, headed for the door.
He found himself standing alone in the quiet room, his hand covering his face. “Goddammit."
What the fuck did he do?
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It had approximately been almost seven days since he last saw you.
And he’s never been so messed up in his entire life.
Since you had made the decision to leave after the argument without so much as a goodbye or even grabbing an overnight bag on the way out, he had spent the days either distracting his mind with the large collection of books in the library or keeping a watchful eye if there were any known threats to Earth and its residents.
It kept him busy enough throughout his days.
The nights were what was hell for him.
He had become so accustomed to having your warm body against his, once darkness fell over the sky, the moonlight peeking through the silk curtains, streaming along the hardwood floors of your bedroom. But his sleepless nights were cold with your side of the bed empty; his body tossing and turning from the lack of your touch or your soft exhales sounding near his ear.
He couldn’t take it anymore.
Every morning, the doctor was met with the sight of himself in the bathroom mirror, entire body sluggish and aching in pain with dark circles surrounding his blue eyes.
He missed you. He craved you…. your touch, your scent, your laughter.
But he also was afraid that he had lost you forever. And that nothing he did or said was going to get you to come back to him at all.
He knew Wong couldn’t help but hear the argument from downstairs that day, the man was far from being an idiot to not know what had transpired.
And he was very, very tempted to ask him to search for where you were staying.
But, surprisingly enough, one morning, Wong beat him to it.
Stephen was dressed in his soft robes, resting uncomfortably in an armchair in the library, beginning the third book from the stack of unread ones that he was working on. Wong had entered the room as he normally did, biting roughly into an apple, with a piece of paper in his other hand. Stephen ignored him entirely until the man stood in front of him, slipping the paper on top of the page that he was reading from.
“What is this?” He answered monotone, staring irritably towards him.
Wong took a moment to chew whatever that remained in his mouth. “The hotel that Y/N is staying at. Fix it.”
A hard lump seemed to had formed inside Stephen’s throat instantly, as he stared silently at what was in front of him. Wong had found a map of the street that they currently stayed on, drawing a red circle over a hotel that was only a few blocks away from the Sanctum.
You were so close… and yet, you were the furthest that you’ve ever been away from him.
Fuck.
It was hard for him to swallow as he stood to his feet, escaping down the long hallway and into your bedroom. Setting the paper down on his desk, he sat down, covering his face with anxiousness.
He needed to call you.
You were more than likely to shut the door in his face if he had showed up to your room and who knows what you would have done if he had just portaled himself inside instead.
Letting out a shaky breath, he grabbed his phone, opening it with his passcode. His thumb hovered over your name for a long while, his mind racing like the speed of sound itself.
What if you hated him? And could never bring yourself to forgive him for what he said?
He wasn’t sure when it began, but his hands… his hands that were covered in scars from past treatments and surgeries… were trembling… just as they did when he first left the hospital, years ago. His finger shook as he tapped on your name and waited for you to reject the call almost immediately after the first ring.
But two rings sounded…. and then three… and then your beautiful voice penetrated his ear from the prerecording of your voicemail, almost knocking the breath away from his lungs.
It had only been a week and… your voice…..
Tears collected at the edges of his eyes, as the beep rang in his ear, persuading him to speak up. But all he could do was stare silently at his shaking hands, his breaths having emotional chokes in between them.
He needed to pull himself together.
Inhaling heavily, Stephen swallowed hard again, a single tear falling from eye. “I know that you don’t want to hear from me right now sweetheart.”
He paused, clenching his hand and closing his eyes.
“I know that I can be a fuck-up. I know that, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I took that frustration out on you that you did not deserve. But you have to know… when I look at Christine, it’s not… it’s not because I’m in love with her. I can be one hundred percent all into you and this relationship, I can. But I’m scared. I’m terrified, really.” He explained, wiping the tears that were now streaming down his covered jaw. “That I’ll fail you just like I did her. And I can’t- I can’t fail you. I’m not strong enough… to deal with that type of pain… that guilt. Not with you.”
His voice trembled as he spoke the last line, the man taking a moment to recollect his thoughts.
“Come home, Y/N. Please. Just come home.”
oh lord how much i love this angst with hope in the end
