Ironstrange Week Day 6: Getting Together/Getting Married
This is sort of a blend of both... Proposal fic! @ironstrangehq
Actually super proud of this one lmao
It’s not often that Stephen Strange comes home to an empty house.
After nearly a year and a half of dating, and a rather awkward and sleepy conversation at 3 AM, he and Tony Stark had agreed to share a “love nest” of sorts - a tiny little apartment in Washington Heights, perfect for escaping from the day-to-day stress and noise of being Iron Man and Doctor Strange, and especially of being Iron Man and Doctor Strange together. Stephen couldn’t remember the last time he stepped out of a restaurant with Tony, or a car with Tony that didn’t include the flashing of lights in his face.
Ups and downs, he reminded himself as he ignored the thirtieth paparazzo to ask what his middle name was. Ups and downs.
He unlocks the door to the apartment after waiting in the tiny, rickety elevator for five floors (small or not, Tony still appreciates his rooms with views), and immediately senses it’s too still for anyone else to be home. He greets Stella, their cat, with a small pat of the head - there’s food in her dish, so clearly Tony has been by. He sighs, shaking his head and checking the time on the tiny digital clock on the microwave - 6:47 PM. Tony had said he'd be there by five. So where was he?
Stephen contemplates calling his boyfriend before waving the impulse off with his hand, going into their cozy (“Small, Tony, you can say small”) bedroom to change into more comfortable clothes - well-worn sweats and a loose-fitting long-sleeved linen shirt. He smiles as he sets his ring down - no need to be armed and ready to portal out at the last second. Not yet, anyway.
He busies himself with puttering around the apartment, straightening up and making some off-brand Mac and cheese while he waits for Tony. That's another perk of staying at their little private corner of heaven - it’s loaded with junk food. Every other day of the week, it’s paleo and sunrise yoga and shadowboxing, but here, Tony and Stephen can share a bowl of M&Ms and watch stupid shitty TV and not feel bad about it.
It’s just rounding seven when Stephen’s phone finally vibrates. He reaches over to the other end of the sofa, doing his best not to disturb Stella, who’s currently taking up all available real estate in his lap.
Hey, Stephen. Got a minute? TS
Stephen frowns at his phone, his scarred fingers slowly typing out his answer.
Yeah, Tony. Of course. SS
This is odd already. Tony knows he’s late. Is he going to try to worm his way out of coming home? Their one night off?
Great. Just, uh. Wanted to have a talk. TS
Stephen rolls his eyes. Speech to text. He’s in the suit.
A talk? SS
Yeah. TS
About? SS
Us. Where we’re going. TS
Not sure what you mean. Mind giving me some complete thoughts? SS
Just - what our future looks like. Us. Together. TS
That gives Stephen pause. He clears his throat, shutting off the television and settling back a bit more into the sofa, Stella curling up again in his lap.
Okay. Where are you? Let's talk. SS
A long pause.
Uh… somewhere over Tribeca. TS
Another eye roll. Stephen even sends an emoji his way.
Not the best place to talk. SS
Why does it matter where I am? I can talk. TS
Okay, go ahead. SS
Stephen watches that little chat bubble for a long time as Tony speaks into FRIDAY, translating his speech into a message. Finally, after what feels like ages, another vibration.
You and I have been together for a while now, right? And things are going pretty damn well, wouldn’t you say? And, yknow, you and I are both men of a prestigious age, and we've been around the block a few times. And I've already fucked my fair share of proposals, so I figured I'd test the waters before I jumped straight in. TS
Stephen’s breath catches in his throat. Absolutely not.
You are NOT proposing to me over iMessage. SS
No, just - hear me out babe. TS
Fine. Go on. SS
Another long wait. Stephen stands, opens a bottle of wine, pours himself a glass. Waits.
Look, I’ll do the whole song and dance if you want. Delmonico’s, tuxes, a zillion dollar diamond ring, whatever you want. Because you know I'd do anything for you. TS
Stephen laughs a bit, in spite of himself. He takes a long pull before typing his answer.
Yes, Tony. I know. SS
And I’d love to go out to dinner. But I don’t need that, either. And you know I'd say yes.
Another long pause.
Seriously? TS
You think I wouldn't want to marry you, Tony? SS
No, I just - I didn’t think I'd get this far. TS
Tony. Of course I’ll marry you. Now come home and ask me correctly. SS
No, yknow what? Fuck it. I’m gonna rent out Delmonico’s real quick. TS
Stephen laughs again, rolling his eyes. His face is starting to hurt from smiling so much.
You still have that tux from the - neurology gala thing? TS
I do. SS
Great. Slip into that for me, would you? TS
Stephen heads over to the closet, pulling out the suit in question and laying it on the bed. He considers it for a few moments, then realizes that he’s dangerously close to spilling wine all over the bed and the floor. He curses, setting the wine glass down and rubbing at his hands. They’re shaking, today worse than yesterday.
I might need some help with the buttons. My hands are acting up. SS
Whatever you need, baby. I'll be home in a few to pick you up. TS
Stephen smiles, downing the rest of his glass and setting it in the sink. He waits on the sofa again, wanting nothing more than to be within kissing distance once Tony opens their front door. Another vibration.
You know we're going to Prince Harry/Meghan Markle the shit out of our wedding, right? TS
Whatever you want. No Avenger theme. SS
What about Harry Potter? TS
Stephen laughs again, loudest this time of all. He hears keys in the lock, and he rises, welcoming his tin can man home with a strong hug and a soft kiss.
“Which one of us is the princess, then?” he asks teasingly, kissing along Tony's jaw.
“Oh, absolutely me,” Tony answers, wrapping his arms around Stephen’s waist. “You do all of the work in bed, I just sit there and enjoy it.” He kisses Stephen’s cheek tenderly, pulling back to smile at him. “God, you’re just gorgeous. Here, let's get you dressed for dinner. I’m thinking steak until we want to throw up, and then that - $2,500 souffle they’ve got going, and then dessert. How does that sound?”
“Sounds like I'm being spoiled,” Stephen replies, taking Tony's hand in his and leading him to the bedroom.
“Well, gotta make sure you'll say yes,” Tony says, his voice just slightly nervous. Stephen turns to look at him, pulling him down onto the bed beside him, careful to avoid wrinkling the suit.
“Ask me.”
Tony smiles, reaching a hand up to trace Stephen's jaw, his thumb coming to rest over those beautiful, soft, peach-pink lips. “Stephen Strange. When I ask you to marry me tonight, will you say yes?”
Stephen smiles, kissing the pad of Tony’s thumb reverently, his heart beating solidly and steadily in his chest.
“A million times. Yes.”
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red skies over home / marvel imagine
featuring: ironstrange, platonic strangexreader, platonic peterxreader, bi Peter, bi reader, cringey writing, and angst
summary: you're sixteen, and life is good. you're just a kid from kamar-taj stuck in new york but you're going to make the best of it with your lovesick best friend and the brother you never had.
a few fast facts
- you're sixteen and your name is fu
- you're from hk sanctum
- you're stuck in ny because you Lost Your Sling Ring in your first battle like a wholeass idiot
- and then you meet ss
and that's where the trouble arises
- you become fast friends with ss.
- you've always been kinda lonely, and you're metaphorically and platonically smitten.
- he's helping you get back to hk.
and then, to complicate things further, that bitch falls in love with ts
- you know straight off the bat they're so compatible, even though they deny it
- and one person who shares your thoughts is parker.
- and y'all Hit It Off in ways you never did with ss.
- you bond over being teenage bisexuals with superpowers
- even though you're really different from him, hey, i guess opposites attract??
- and you guys Terrorize ts and ss. quoting vines and playing pranks- y'all are Unstoppable
and then iw occurs
- you are desperately trying to learn enough magic to Get Back Home since you're technically an illegal immigrant
- and then the battle happens and All Hands Are On Deck my dudes
- you're notoriously terrible in battle but you Try!!!
- and try and try and try
- and trying lands you on a crash course to thanos
- "so what are you planning to do?" parker asks you
- "i'm hoping not to die," you respond
here are some more facts about you
- you're bookish, and you ace your academic classes, but you're certainly not a genius
- you're good at magic for your age
- you're naturally friendly
- you don't stand a fighting chance against thanos, and it shows
- you land on titan, and it's a wonder you made it this far
- and you're kinda frightened
- scratch that, really frightened
- the air is thin and your breaths are ragged
- you're fighting for the world now, not just your life
- you smile and quip and hide your fear
until it happens
- here's a fact: being stabbed hurts.
- like hell.
- theoretically, you know spells that may stem bleeding
- theoretically, you know that you're not that important in the sense of things
- theoretically, you know they'll go on to win anyway
"give me the stone and i'll let the kid live"
- theoretically, you know ss won't waste stones on a kid with a broken heart
- theoretically, you know you're going to die.
- practically, you don't want to.
"it is the only way"
- damn the only way
- you grab onto the nearest object- a rock? a person? you don't really care- you can't see through the tears
- and you bleed your heart out on your fresh new jacket-
+ and parker's lap
they lose anyway
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