#regretful stephen strange x reader

[mykinkyyandere]

Please Remember

AO3

Pairings: Yandere/Dark! Stephen Strange X f!Reader X Yandere/Dark! Loki

Summary: Stephen casts a spell to save the universe but no one remembers you. You two made a promise to each other but Stephen breaks your heart so much. Your whole life changes that day.

Warnings: Angst, yandere, dark, hurt reader, broken bones, bleeding, kidnapped reader, pregnant reader, pregnancy, manipulation, making changes in mind, lying, obsession, possession, fight

Stephen's spell fixed everything, but there was just one problem. He didn't remember you like the rest of the world. As if you had disappeared from this world. You blamed yourself for your mistakes, but you did what you thought was right. Although it came with great costs.

He refused to cast the spell and said he wanted to remember the love of his life. He said he couldn't live without you, he couldn't imagine a life where he would forget you. But you put your hands on his cheeks and said he had no other choice. He told you to come back to him no matter what, and you promised. "I will find you and I will not leave you alone until you remember me."

He told you how much he loved you before he cast the spell. Tears washed his cheeks as he looked at you one last time. Now you were here. You run to find Stephen and your heart beat like crazy. When you got to The Sanctum Sanctorum, you stopped and pressed your trembling hands to your chest before knocking on the door. "Please remember me."

The moment you reached out to knock, it opened by itself. You walked in slowly and looked around. It was dark and quiet. You stood where you were and waited for him to appear. "Hello?" You stood there for about five minutes. Why wasn't he saying anything, not showing himself? There was no chance of the doors being accidentally opened. "Doctor Stephen Strange?" Your voice was sad and your fear was reflected.

"Who is it?" His deep voice echoed around. You couldn't understand which direction it came from.

"I... would you believe me if I told you?" Tears gathered in your eyes and your voice trembled. He could tell you were about to cry.

He waited a moment before answering. His voice was less menacing this time. "Let's see."

You never thought it would be so hard to say your name. Never in your life had your throat been choked and frightened by saying your name. You were afraid of his answer. "Does this name mean anything to you?" Your voice was trembling so much. Tears were running down your cheeks.

"No. Who are you?" His certain answer and emotionless tone broke your heart. You tried so hard not to burst into sobs. It's normal that he doesn't remember, it's normal... Remind him of yourself. That's what you're here for.

You took a deep breath and tried not to cry. "I..., I'm..." Why was it so hard to tell you were his girlfriend? How much he loved you, how much he promised to never leave you, that he wants to marry you... You wanted to tell him everything so he could remember his great love for you.

"Listen, I have higher duties."

"No, no, no, please. Please remember me." You brusted into sobs. "I was your girlfriend but I screwed everything up. You cast a spell to save the universes and now no one remembers me. I'm erased from the world but I don't care because all I want is you. I promised you, I wouldn't leave you alone until you remember me. Please Stephen, you promised me you'd remember me."

Doors opened instantly. "Out."

This. This broke your heart.

"But-" He pushed your body out with a kind of force. "No, please!"

"The fans are getting out of control."

—

The rest of your day passed like hell and next day you tried again. He didn't let you in but you spoke through the door. "I swear, Stephen. I swear I'm not lying. I'm so sorry for causing all this. Please remember me. You promised me."

He must have been annoyed that you kept talking in front of the door because you find yourself in the air. His stern voice was eveywhere. "Get out!"

Next day you tried again but away from his door. "Please, at least let me see you. I missed you so much."

You tried again. "I promised you so I'm not going anywhere."

Again, again and again. No respond. You never stopped going there and begging, not knowing whether he was listening, whether he was there.

But one day, you saw him when you were wandering sadly to the places he loved.

He was with a woman next to him, sitting in your favorite place and laughing. Your stomach hurt as Stephen moaned at her voice and lained down to kiss her. "Christine." Then he kneeled down and offered something. A ring. "Marry me."

You burst into sobs as your whole body began to tremble. Thinking of nothing, you ran towards them and pushed Stephen in the chest. Oh, he wasn't pleased to see you. You ruined his special moment. "How could you do this to me? You promised me, you said you wanted to marry me."

You screamed and pushed Christine. And as soon as you did, you found yourself jumping forward before you could do anything else. He shouted back at you, using his magic and you fell hard to the ground. You hit your head and your body hurt so much, you were sure some of your bones were broken. He came towards you. Grabbed your neck and lifted you, totally mad. "Stay away from her, you sick little girl."

Your vision blurred. You saw Stephen's hateful eyes before you fainted. When you woke up you were still there. You were hurt and couldn't stand up. You burst into sobs again as everything rushed through your mind one by one. You couldn't believe he did this to you. He hurt you for another woman. He threw you, not caring whether your bones were broken or not. He squeezed your neck cruelly, your neck that he was afraid of hurting even while kissing. Even if you slammed your arm on the door, he got very worried and knelt down in front of you to examine. But today, he left you there with your broken leg and cracked arms. And your head was bleeding. He nearly killed you. He wanted to kill you.

You cried so hard. From the pain of your body and the pain of your heart. You beg for someone to come out and save you from this hell. Soon you felt so tired and cold. It was dark and no one was around. You closed your eyes and let yourself fall asleep, but you felt someone's fingers on your cheek.

—

Two years have passed. It's been two years since Loki found you and took you to Asgard. He healed your wounds, took care of you like a princess. He listened to your cries, hugging you. He said over and over that it was for your own good and insisted that you stay with him, temporarily, of course. You asked him if he remembers you, and he said he didn't know you before anyway. He had heard your poor soul and grieved cries. At first you wanted to go, you wanted to see Stephen. But he said how he brutally beat you. He left you in pain and went into the arms of that woman.

He left you there, he wanted you to be dead.

I will help you, look how much I care about you.

Loki has been very helpful to you. He provided more than enough of the emotional support you needed. You had everything you wanted, he called you princess and everyone respected you. He has adorned you with green jewels and amazing quality green fabrics. He kissed your hand and showed you around. You took his arm and rested your head on him. Everyone looked at you and whispered. Your life in Asgard was perfect. Loki was perfect. He was the perfect man.

Over time you stopped thinking about Stephen. You even got annoyed when you think about him. You weren't filled with love, you were filled with disgust. But when you thought about Loki, you felt butterflies in you. You held his hands as he looked at you with that heartwarming smile and caressed your cheek. He said he loves you. And now you loved him too.

The times that followed were even more incredible than you could have imagined. It was like you were living in a perfect dream, or in a paradise. Prince and Princess live happily ever after. Loki was always there for you, he told you how much he loved you, he was very interested in everything you did. What do you like, who do you talk to, where are you going, what are you planning... He wanted to know everything about you. You could tell that he was uncomfortable when you talk with someone, but he always said he wanted you to only himself. And they weren't your match, they weren't allowed to talk you. You felt his possessive vibe. He wasn't like this before, or you just didn't notice.

You couldn't forget his reaction when you asked about his brother Thor. Enraged, he questioned why you were wondering about him. He spoke like he was obsessed. He thought you were interested in Thor, and then he even thought you wanted to see Stephen again through Thor. You said you couldn't believe him, why he was acting like this, and you cried. He immediately hugged you and apologized multiple times. He said that he loved you so much, so much that most of the time he was just out of his mind.

He said he finally has you and doesn't want to lose you.

Finally? He knew you since that day. When you asked what he meant, he didn't say anything and took you to the garden. "You will be my queen, my princess."

—

Stephen has been happy with his wife for the past two years. They even had a child and were living a happy life. But the attack at the end of the second year ruined everything. While all the heroes were trying to block the attack with all their might, Stephen realized that he had to cast one of his strong spells that he hadn't done before. He didn't know this unusual spell could be so stong to even bring back his erased memories.

He remembered how much he loved you. He was possessive of you so much that sometimes you were afraid of him and wanted to run away. He loved you so much that you thought it was unhealthy. But he cast little spells to clear your sweet mind of these silly thoughts.

He remembered that he wanted to choose you, even if it meant destroying the entire universe. But you and his optimistic personality made him choose otherwise. Now he remembered how he turned you down, how he kicked you out while you were begging him without giving up.

How he broke your heart, the day he proposed Christine to marry him, ruthlessly threw you and choked your delicate neck. He remembered your cries.

He left you there all in pain. He wanted to kill you. Who knows how much he hurt you, who knows how scared and hurt you were.

Having regained all his memories of you, he stopped the spell and looked around in terror. How could he do this to you? How could he hurt that fragile and vulnerable body of yours so mercilessly? He didn't care about the world, he cast a spell to look for you, but he couldn't sense you anywhere. Two long years. Oh, he wanted and missed you so desperately...

He was filled with great anger and hatred towards Christine and their child. How did he choose her over you, they even had a child. He gave all his love to an unworthy woman and her child while you suffered for two years. You suffered because of them, but mostly because of him.

He cast such a great spell that it engulfed all universes. To feel your presence, to know that you were still alive. But Loki, the great Asgardian Magician, felt his spell. He blocked it but Stephen already sensed you.

—

You were married to Loki. He took very good care of you, even excessively. Especially when your belly was round. Your pregnancy has had a huge impact on both of you. It made Loki pretty wild while making you much more emotional and needy. He didn't let anyone near you, he made you stay in your chambers and gave you whatever you wanted. You were so beautiful with that delicate, pregnant little body.

He was so aggressive and so possessive. Sometimes you were afraid of him, you felt like he was trapping you. You felt there was more, but you couldn't remember. When you thought about Loki, only good thoughts was on your mind. All you know was the need to be with him. And your love for him. Unaware of what Loki was up to, you lay in your comfy bed and closed your eyes.

Stephen tried many times to reach you. There wasn't a second he didn't think about you. He divorced Christine and left the child with her. He didn't care how much her heart was broken, or that child. He was disgusted with them. He hurt you because of them. They weren't his family! He only wanted you. And with a grin on his face, Loki went to Midgard to watch poor Stephen's attempts. He wasn't a hero anymore, ready to destroy the whole universe just to bring you back.

"You try so hard, don't you?" Loki's arrogant voice echoed on the dark walls. Stephen had gone to a magical secret place to study dangerous and dark magic, but it wasn't secret to Loki. He knew how Stephen had ruined himself to find you. He became so... dark.

"Loki." Stephen tied him up with glowing ropes and flew to him, but Loki just laughed. "If you feel comfortable, I may remain tied, it's okay."

"Where is she?" His body was surrounded by various creatures and his voice was mixed. Loki didn't know he went this crazy. Stephen hit him over and over and asked about you. Loki took great pleasure in his helplessness. The Sorcerer Supreme Doctor Stephen Strange desperately seeks answers.

Loki easily freed himself from him. He shouted loudly and opened his arms. "She's mine!"

Stephen attacked him with the most devastating powers he ever had. But Loki was powerful, too. No matter how hard they fought, there was no winner. "You hurt her." He pushed Stephen to the ground. "She was in great pain when I found her."

As Stephen's body turned into his original self, he stared at Loki with tears quickly forming in his eyes. Your screams and cries never left his ears. He hated himself for what he did to you.

"You don't deserve her. What do you think will happen when you find her? You think she'll run straight into your arms?" He laughed and picked up his stunned body and threw it somewhere else. He didn't respond to Loki and let him throw him here and there. He deserved all kinds of pain that could happen to him.

"You ruined her. Now she doesn't love you anymore. She hates you, she's afraid of you."

Stephen flew towards Loki and pushed him into the wall. "Where is she?"

Loki sent him into another wall. Jealousy showed in his voice as he spoke through his teeth. "She's with me."

"No!" Stephen cast fire-like spells from his hands and mouth, causing the whole place start to fall. The walls were crumbling, the whole place was being buried.

"Destroy this place all you want, but she's mine. She's married to me and pregnant with my heir." Loki shouted, proud.

Stephen stopped looked at Loki in shock. His heart tightened, he couldn't believe it. Were you married to Loki? Were you... pregnant? He remembered the days when he wanted to marry you. He would hold your belly and kiss it, imagining one day you would be round with his child. But now you were pregnant with his child. In his bedroom, you needed him, you loved him and you moaned his name.

Tears streamed down his cheeks as he turned his head from Loki and looked down. He had ruined everything. He had lost you.

But he would take you back, even if it cost the whole universe.

[arkytiorwrites]

Day 5: “I Can’t Help Falling in Love”

Strange Supreme x Reader

Short and sweet because I’m the living embodiment of STRESS right now.

"And how's the most handsomest sorcerer in the multiverse?" I asked with a teasing grin as I came up behind my favorite Stephen Strange.

When Wong had assigned him to library duty, the poor man had almost started dancing for joy at being allowed to help.

"I don't know, how are you?" the taller man fired back as he continued re-shelving.

"Don't dodge the compliment, babe,” I scolded as I wrapped my arms around his waist.

He grumbled at that, but didn't actively fight back. Minor victory, gotta take ‘em when you can with Mr. Quip. He used his magic to keep organizing whileI held him in place, my face leaning on his shoulder and gently swaying us to the song in my head.

"Wise men say

Only fools rush in

But I can't help falling in love with you

Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin

If I can't help falling in love with you?"

I began to croon in a low, soft voice, still swaying the both of us.

If anyone deserved to be told how much they were loved every second of every day, it was the man I held tight in my arms. I could hear his heart rate rising under my ear as he stilled, resting his clawed hands over mine.

Twisting our fingers together, I pressed a kiss to his shoulder blade, and continued.

"Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be

Take my hand

Take my whole life, too

For I can't help falling in love with you.”

Bringing Stephen to my universe from his crystal bubble had honestly been the best decision in my entire life. I would have never forgiven myself is I had left him to that eternal purgatory; to hell with what Wong, or my universe’s Strange said.

He had paid his price, and redeemed himself by saving the multiverse. If anyone deserved a second chance, it was him. And by God, I was gonna make sure he did.

"Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be

Take my hand

Take my whole life, too

For I can't help falling in love with you

For I can't help falling in love with you."

"I love you to, sweetness,” Stephen whispered hoarsely. Turning so he could hug me back. "So, so much. Thank you."

“Always."

[anundyingfidelity]

FOR ALL TIME, ALWAYS – Loki x female reader

Summary: Loki escapes the TVA for a moment. Desperate and brokenhearted, he looks for you, his wife, in the Sacred Timeline. Even if you saw him die ten years ago.

Word count: 3.9k.

Warnings: LOTS of angst, some fluff, spoilers of Loki series in general. Language. Maybe I'm not getting how the branches work oops. This is right after the end of 2x02 and before 2x03. My English is also a warning, just in case.

Notes: while looking on the tags I checked a post of someone asking for a TVA Loki fic where he finds the reader but her Loki died in IW (not canon in my head btw). So I wrote it because is such a great idea, but I can't find the original post... ;-; anyway hope you like this!

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GEN MASTERLIST!

It's harder to stay...

Wasn't this situation hard enough? Sylvie was right. She had a point. But Loki wanted to do the right thing. Maybe he would find a chance... Again, right? Probably he would make the proper decisions this time.

The TVA was already fucked up, and with it, the thousands of timelines and lives in danger within them. Sometimes, it looked like it didn't matter. In the end, they were trying to fix something that was already broken.

Loki let out a deep breath he didn't realise was holding and walked to talk directly to his partner, Mobius.

"I need a favor," Loki mumbled, so the grey-haired man would be the only person to hear his voice.

Mobius met his eyes. He knew that gaze, it meant he was up to something. "What kind of favor?"

The god motioned Mobius to step away from the newly acknowledged variants and far away from what B-15 was witnessing. The branches were pruned from the whole existence; thousands and millions of lifes lost to the void in just the blink of an eye. Loki knew he had to do something before it got worst. Something for himself.

"I need to go the Sacred Timeline," Loki announced.

"Are you nuts?" Mobius scolded, in the same low voice tone Loki had used.

"Is just- listen, it's something I have to do. I really need to go back there. Need to see someone, make sure everything is okay," Loki insisted.

During all the times Loki showed he was desperate, Mobius was sure this was the peak of all of them. He wasn't explaning more than necessary, he looked serious, and his voice was crisp. Loki knew what he wanted at that moment. Mobius sighed, his hands finding the pockets of his pants, unsure of Loki's request.

"So it's personal..."

"A little, yeah," Loki nodded.

"Promise it'll be quick," Mobius said, taking off the TemPad from his pocket and his hand stopped in the air before the object could lay in the god's grip. "Don't make me regret this."

"I won't."

2029, Sacred Timeline

When Loki arrived to his destination, the nerves got the best from him. New York looked no different from the last time he was there. Shifting his usual clothes he wore at the TVA, he chose a plain suit to go undercover, or at least decided he would try to, considering he was a criminal once in Midgard.

But as he walked through the halls of the familiar building he met decades ago, he didn't really care. He longed for something else. Better say, someone. And it was you.

You, who met him in the past right after Thor's banishment, and even helped him to find the Teseract, only to give up to SHIELD and those idiots that people called 'The Avengers'. Of course his heart hurted for a long time, but Loki tried to deny the feelings blooming inside and instead, he just decided to walk away from you, even if that meant hurting you. It was the best.

At least that was what he believed until he checked further his file; the file that Mobius had prepared for him. His life. Even after what he did to your people and planet, you still held no grudges. And Thor was good enough to seek for yours and the sorcerer's, Stephen Strange, help once Hela appeared in their lives.

Loki would never forget the loving look in your beautiful eyes when you saw him again, after years of parting ways. He really paid attention to you while watching his file, and he found there was only love, protection, and care in you. All for him. Someone who didn't deserve it, he thought.

He felt grateful at least he had the pleasure to enjoy happiness for a moment. Even if that meant Asgard was destroyed. Loki already lost his mother, his father, and he almost lost his brother. He couldn't stand losing you either. The simple idea of living without you - even if he didn't know you further than your Loki did - was unbearable pain.

So while in the ship on the way to Midgard with the asgardians and survivors of the Ragnarok, you held a cozy, small wedding when he asked you to marry him. This was one of the parts Loki would replay again and again from his file, with disbelief that he was actually happy and joyful, enjoying a good time with you, his brother, and all the asgardians who survived. Loki felt full of hope after your wedding, thinking fate had better things to come with you as an oficial part of his life.

Unfortunately, it didn't last long, thanks to the Mad Titan. As his steps got near your door, the memory of his brother and your figure mourning on his lifeless body appeared on his mind. It was an image he couldn't erase that easily. Probably, he would never forget that was his original destiny all the way. That was meant to be. And for now, he could not change it.

Loki stopped outside your apartment. He took a deep breath and raised his shaking hand to reach the doorbell. He waited for a moment, not knowing if seconds or minutes went by, it felt eternal. Until the door opened and he saw you.

The bright smile you had on your lips faded away. Your eyes flooded with tears, your forehead was furrowed, and still, Loki thought you were the most beautiful creature in all the Nine Realms.

"Hi..." Loki barely whispered, his eyes were glossy and a single tear also ran down his pale cheek.

You were clearly in shock. You wanted to get closer and finally touch him, to feel him physically. But even if you wanted to move to take his hand to confirm it wasn't a trick of your ruined mind, your body was stiff and your feet were glued to the ground.

"Is this an illusion?" you trembled.

All Loki could do was shaking his head, before muttering. "No..."

"Loki, I saw you die..."

Tears ran down your face, denying to yourself that this was real. That this was really happening to you. And your mind started to wonder all the possible scenarios and reasons on why him, the god of mischief, the only person you loved dearly with all your mind, body and soul, was standing right in front of your door even if he was gone for you... Long gone now. And that couldn't be undone.

"I know you did, my love."

You tried to smile, even a little bit, as he pronounced those words so dearly. Loki came closer to your figure, carefully placing a trembling hand on your cheek, feeling the tears flowing on your skin. You leaned into his touch, with a simpering smile. Such was the effect you had on him, that a silly smile he also had on his lips.

And you realized Loki was so real... His touch, his heat, his smile, his scent, the way he would hold you... Everything about him was exactly as you remembered. You felt his lips brushing softly against yours, gentle and hesitant, and instantly, you melted into a slow kiss, sure knowing that Loki would taste the salt of your tears running down your face. Leaning in closer as the space between would allow you, you savoured each second your breaths allowed, longing to remain right there for eternity. For all time. Always.

"But now I am here... and I can explain," he whispered once you separated your lips from his in the sweetest way.

You let out a soft chuckle. "Mind to enlighten me, oh, god of mischief?"

Finally you guided him inside your apartment. That old apartment Loki saw his other self visiting a couple of times before you were something. It still had your vibe around it and he loved it. He felt like he was at home after a very long time. Once you closed the door, his arms wrapped around your figure, and you let yourself cry, pressing against his chest and with a tight grip of your hands on his coat.

"You don't have any idea of how much I have missed you all these years," you sobbed and his heart shrank on his chest. "I kept wishing every night and every day to be me instead of you."

"My love," he said softly, separating a little and cupping your cheeks with his warm hands. His eyes were red now because of the tears he was holding back again. "Don't say that... It was supposed to happen."

"What?" you mumbled.

Your hands found his wrists and you pulled his palms away from your cheeks. However you kept the contact with him, you just needed to touch him, to feel he was in the flesh. He was alive right now, wasn't he?

"Look, I am not your Loki. I know what you did, what the Avengers did after Thanos-" his voice broke just a bit but he continued. "I know everything. I just couldn't resist knowing there was someone for me, out there in the Nine Realms, capable to love me for who I am," Loki explained as he watched your face. Was it disappointment? Confusion? He didn't know, but he had to tell you the truth.

Your voice came out as a barely audible whisper. "So... you are saying... you're another Loki? Another him?"

He nodded softly. "I am." Loki thought for a moment on how to explain everything, but he just went for what his heart felt it was right. "It's a little complicated. I did something that wasn't supposed to be, and perhaps will sound like I'm insane, but thanks to that I am kind of trapped in time. With an organization that is not what everyone thought it was, hence a multiverse was created. Sponsored by another me, by the way. You are in what is called the Sacred Timeline, where things flow as how they were supposed to since forever. And I just needed to see you after I found out you were the love of my life."

You took a moment to understand everything he said, wishing that his fate would have been different from what originally happened. Loki gave his best, even in the last worst moments, he was changing for good. For you. For Thor... It wasn't fair.

"Your death was supposed to be then?"

"Yes, it was."

"Oh, Loki," you cried. "You know what, I don't care what's happened. I'm just- I feel happy seeing you here... Please tell me everything you've been through. I want to hear your voice again, to know you're with me right now, to feel you near... I'm not crazy, am I?" you chuckled between tears and Loki curved his lips in a smile, wiping your tears from your face with his thumbs.

Loki granted your wish and explained everything, answering every question you had about the lies of the TVA; the files he found out were his whole life; about Sylvie, Mobius and his variants. He spilled all you wanted to hear, asking like a child, until you understood what was happening. You noticed he truly had changed, just like your Loki did when he reunited with Thor before the Ragnarok took over Asgard. It was a bittersweet feeling however, thinking how much they they seemed to each other. They were the same person after all, but this Loki didn't had the chance to continue his path as it was supposed to.

Taking his hand into yours, you leaned towards him and laid down your head on his shoulder while you both sat comfortable in the couch, just enjoying each others company. Your eyes were dry at this point after crying for what it felt were hours, but his voice helped to soothe you enough.

"I'm glad knowing you have someone like Mobius by your side," you said after a quiet moment. "He sounds like a very good friend," you looked at him, waiting for an answer. "Because that's what he is to you, right?"

"He is a great friend, I'm not alone if that is what is troubling you," Loki affirmed.

You let out a sigh. "That is totally a relief to me."

Loki chuckled softly, leaning to leave a kiss on your hair. "Now you've heard everything about me, would I hear something from you?"

"I'm just a mortal, Loki," you smiled. "Doing the normal shit, not the superhero stuff anymore. I am hating my pretty much normal office job every day; I feed the birds when I go outside at the park, also thinking about adopting a cat or a dog... Maybe a dog."

"Or you could do both."

"Yeah, I might. But my place isn't that big for pets. Sometimes I feel like I'm too alone, very much alone... I would love to have a big farm, or a cabin in the mountains with lots of plants, pets and animals to take care of." The idea did sound good for Loki. Hopefuly you could find peace that way. "Do you remember Pepper?" you said, straighting up on the couch to look at him. He nodded. "Well, after Tony died I still visit her and their daughter, Morgan. She is ten years old, could you believe it?" Loki noticed the sorrow and pain you still carried after all those years of losing your friends, your people... "And I've been missing you and mourning you for ten years as well."

"It's not your fault."

"I know, Loki."

"Do whatever is the best for you, my dear... I would have loved to be here with you now, as the Loki from the Sacred Timeline."

You smiled, but it was a sad smile. "Well, either way, you're here now. It's all that matters to me."

Once again, you shared a loving kiss and took his hand to walk to the kitchen, asking him to take a seat in your breakfast bar, glad he decided to search for you in one of your free days. Otherwise, you would have surely missed his visit. But he was looking for you. Probably Loki would have found you anywhere at this point.

You talked some more while you had some tea and ate some cookies that you saved for special days on the shelfs. The afternoon was pleasant, and this was your turn to speak. Loki, coat long gone, was catching up with you and he asked every single thing about your life now. He smiled more than ever, laughed more than you have ever seen, and it was certainly something you could get used to from now on. Knowing you never continued your life with another person made his heart ache though. However, Loki was no one to blame. He would have done the same thing. No other was like you, no one would have replaced you.

"It's my decision," you finally said, reading his face like an open book. "I have loved you, I love you now and I will love you forever."

He took your hand, lacing your fingers with his. "I know..."

"The day we married you gave me a ring. I always have it with me, today I'm not working, but I use this necklace with your ring," you searched for the necklace hiding inside your shirt and taking it off, you showed him the precious jewel hanging on a fine golden chain. The ring he recognized once was from his mother. "I want you to have it."

"No,I can't-"

"But this is what I want. I know I would have to forget, because you will make me forget about this. About you, coming here, risking everything just to see me. So please, take it."

Loki knew you had made a decision, but then if he left, taking your memories away about this day, what was left for you? He had nothing, and it was okay. He would still know he came to the Sacred Timeline; that he kissed you, that you shared a moment together, that you still loved him. But you will have none of that. And you, as human as you were, would die without the memories and without the ring. You would have nothing and he was sure couldn't bear it.

"Perhaps I can have something else to remember you, I want you to keep this ring as a promise," he closed your hand around the necklace. "My promise that I still love you and I will do it. Forever."

And you sighed, taking the necklace back with a smile. Always so stubborn. "Give me a moment."

Loki saw you leave the kitchen for some minutes. While he was alone, he noticed the sunset through the windows, as it was almost ending to welcome the dark sky around the city. He knew he had to go soon. As much as he didn't want to and the simple thought of runing away was starting to hurt him deep inside.

When you arrived, you stood by his seat on the breakfast bar, putting a small photograph, perfect for a passport, on the surface. It was all in black and white, and you looked what you thought it was nice. Loki took it between his hands, lovingly and with a proud smile on his face.

"I used that when I was taking my Master's degree. Looks pretty decent," you joked.

Loki laughed, tears right at the corner of his eyes. "It's more than that. It's perfect."

His smile faded, knowing this meant he had to leave you again. Loki wasn't supposed to have a happy ending, was he? How he wished to stay there by your side.

You kissed his cheek as a sort of goodbye and comfort at the same time, noticing the sudden change on his face and whispered softly. "So you don't search for me on those files."

"Thank you, love."

Loki got on his feet to put his coat on, like some sort of mental preparation before leaving your apartment and the Sacred Timeline. He saved your photograph on his pocket securely along with Mobius' TemPad, pretending to be strong and swallowing all the pain he was feeling right at that moment. You took his hand, lacing your fingers together one last time and walked until you stood there, in the middle of your living room. He looked at you with loving eyes, trying to save your face and your figure before returning to where he was supposed to be now. And it seemed like time had stopped, as everything Loki could see and feel was you and only you.

"I guess is time now," you began, interrupting his mind.

"I guess it is," Loki nodded, expecting an answer from you. Anything. But it never came. You were also trying to save the moment as much as you could.

So he cupped your cheeks, feeling for the last time your warm, soft skin against his palms. He didn't want to talk, because if he would have said something, it meant you were really saying goodbye forever. What Loki didn't know is that you felt the same thing.

Was there something good to say to your lover, whose destiny was just to bring the best from other people with his cruelty and chaos? To the man who had learn to make things better and, in the end, died trying to protect his people and his wife? Was there anything out there that would bring the god of mischief the happiness and love you always knew he deserved? With these branches and multiverse thing, you hoped deep in your heart there was a universe where he found what he longed for so long. This was just one of many of them. Probably he was happy and living in peace in some others.

"I love you, Loki," you mumbled. He caressed your skin with his thumbs and wiped the small tears that were running on your cheeks.

"I love you too."

Loki leaned to kiss you one last time. You welcomed the kiss with shut eyes, savouring his lips and the taste of your tears, mixing now with his own.

The pain started to bloom; every heartbeat felt like a sledgehammer pounding against his chest. He was not ready to let you go, so this was all he could do. The seidr flowed from his fingers, the green lights covering your body with the help of the spell he casted for you was made to protect you from anything that could get out of hand in the Sacred Timeline, particularly from his own hands, the hands of the TVA, or any other danger that could chase you. Because if something would happen to you due to his stubborn decision, Loki knew he wouldn't forgive himself. What he was sure about though, was that he would still look for you until the end of time.

So when the kiss ended, you fell asleep in seconds. He had to take your sleeping figure with his arms to your bedroom, where he carefully laid you down on the bed. Making sure you were comfortable in your sleep, fixing the pillows and the blankets, Loki remained there, just to take in the serenity emanating from you. It was something you had, the ease and calm your aura projected to everyone in the room. This was the last thing Loki wanted to save from you.

He kissed your forehead and dried the tears on your face before standing up. Once you were to wake up in some hours, you would not be able to know everything was real. Loki made sure you thought it was a dream. So that is what you would have in your head. Something you wished for so long that will only be nothing but thoughts, scenes and emotions that felt absolutely true. As real as life could be.

Loki took the TemPad and opened the timedoor to go back to the TVA, where he knew Mobius would be waiting already since he left for hours. Without looking back to your room, he stepped in and forced to compose himself just in case he would bump into someone else. He sighed, observing through the halls of the headquaters as he made his way back to the room that was assigned to him.

At his door, a worried Mobius was already waiting for him, walking in circles.

"God, Loki I thought you were gone for a second," the analyst breathed out. Loki just handed the TemPad and Mobius took it back. He noticed his weary demeanor and teary eyes. "Thank you. Sorry I doubted you for a second."

"It's fine," Loki shrugged it off, looking for something on his pocket. The photograph slipped from his fingers and fell down to the floor. Mobius was quick enough to pick it up for him, but as he gave it back to his owner he observed it thoroughly.

"So this was the personal thing you did," Mobius said, looking the photograph resting on Loki's hand. He remembered that face from his files.

"Yeah... I guess all set now," Loki sighed.

"Good, I hope you're ready for another trip to the Sacred Timeline." Mobius turned to walk away, deciding it was better to give him some time, but he turned back to Loki before doing so. "And if you're feeling like talking about this any day, only between us, just let me know."

And with that, he walked away. Loki smiled, standing alone outside his door.

You were right. Mobius was a good friend.

[saylorsaysstop]

Smart Mouth | Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader 18+

a/n: so this little fic stems from a dream i had a couple nights ago that went just like this... note to self. don't take a melatonin and read spicy strange 😋 or do if you want to wake up the following morning in quite a sweat 😅🦋

warnings: spicy strange, hint of choking, Strange is def a dom while reader is a sub, no full-blown smut but enough to tease, and Wong being comedic relief

“Why are you hiding from Strange?” Wong asks from his spot at the table in the library. You lift your eyes to stare at him, pretending that the book in hand occupies your attention. 

“I’m not hiding from him.” You huff. 

No, you most certainly were hiding from Stephen. You had annoyed him earlier during a training session to the point that you had the audacity to question his skill. And he was a man who never wanted to be tested, especially by the likes of you. 

“I heard you screaming at him earlier,” Wong whistles. 

“Wong,” you mutter with a warning shot behind your tone. 

“Yes?” he responds with a snort. 

Huffing, you roll your eyes and return to the book. Of course, it was a book you’ve read many times before in the past, one that if Stephen finds you reading will judge you immensely. They were words that you simply glanced over, the meaning behind them not in the least of your worries. You just wanted to get away from him. But now you regretted coming to the library because you knew Wong loved to tease you about your unbridled attraction to Stephen. 

“Stop staring at me,” you can feel the intensity of his eyes on the side of your head but he did that all on purpose. He chortles, tsking you as he flicks to another page. He knew it wouldn’t be long before you and Stephen broke one another. He just loved witnessing the buildup. He claimed that you and Stephen’s interaction was far more interesting than a soap opera on television. As you slide further into your seat, your ears catch the faint flickering of what could only be–

“What are you doing?” Stephen demands, stepping out of the portal. His dark red cloak – which you nicknamed Cloaky to get on Stephen’s nerves – whips with the movement. 

“She’s hiding from you,” Wong belly-laughs but quiets when you send him a death glare. 

“You’re hiding from me?” Stephen approaches you. “You should be learning.” he takes the book from your hands. “Why is this here? This is Twilight.” 

“Is it?” you answer defiantly, pretending that you had not one ounce of care in your bones. Which at this moment, you didn’t. “Huh. Guess vampires like mystical arts too, yeah? Can you finally tell me why Edward Cullen sparkles in the sunlight?”

Wong snorts from behind you, this time Stephen delivering the fatal glare. 

“What is wrong with you?” he demands, crossing his arms in that judgemental way he only knows how to. 

“Nothing, Master Doctor. Nothing.” you shrug her shoulders. Stephan pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “Can you go away now? I was really enjoying my read.” you pluck the hardcover out of his hands. 

“You didn’t look like you were enjoying your read. You looked like you were hiding from him.” Wong continues to play both sides.

“Stay out of it!” You and Stephen both announce at the same time. Stephen looks down at you and huffs. 

“Come on,” he slams the book shut and tosses it in Wong’s direction. “We’re trying this again.”

“No, we’re not.” you shake your head at him. “You got your balls twisted because I told you that I could do better than you. Maybe drop your ego and listen.” you cross your arms over your chest.

“You know what your problem is? That mouth. It constantly runs. No wonder you can’t learn anything. When you should be paying attention to someone greater at the arts than you, you’re running your mouth! Do you have an off-button?” Stephen hisses.

You snarl. “Sure do. But it’s in a place you’ll never touch,”

Stephen grows heated by your words. Wong wished he could summon popcorn because his daily soap opera was on and boy was it getting good. His eyes look back and forth like he’s watching a tennis match, seeing how Stephen would possibly react to the strong-willed nature of you. The elder draws in a sharp breath hands resting on his hips. You scoot your chair back, wood scraping against the floor, and stand before him. 

“Well? Anything else before I’m dismissed?” you smile.

He underestimated you incredibly. You take another dangerous step closer and rest your hands on his wrists. “Or is this the part where we kiss and makeup and I promise to do better?” you pout, bottom lip dramatically pushed out. Stephen’s blue eyes appear much more like blue flames. The heat of his body radiates, almost pulverizing your resistance to not try and tear his clothes off. 

“We can’t keep doing this and you know it,” Stephen lets down his resolve only slightly but it was far too much because you sneakily took the sling ring off his hand and in one quick motion, opened a portal to the outside of the sanctum. You had at least managed that art. You giggle as you toss the ring back to him, the portal collapsing shut, the only fragments left being an amber-colored spark. 

“Oooh, she’s good,” Wong comments. “She got you real good, Strange.” 

“Wong!” Stephen growls. “Who’s side are you even on?” 

Wong shrugs his shoulders. “Right now? Hers. Stealing your slingy and opening a portal to escape through? Smart girl.”

Stephen looks down at the ring in his hand.

“I can’t believe she stole my slingy,” he mutters before shaking his head and opening a portal to chase you. You’re happily walking down the sidewalk in front of the sanctum, the loud beeping of car horns informing you that Bleecker Street is very much alive. 

You whistle, unknowing of the consequences that are about to find you. You take the next corner and walk just beneath an oak tree when out of nowhere, a portal opens and Stephen is darting out in front of you. 

“Oh crap,” You skid to a halt, turning around and racing in the other direction. He was walking like prey after their meal, blue eyes bright like an incoming iceberg. Only this time, you were the Titanic about to be struck. 

You quickly speed-walk, whispering incoherent sentences in your mouth. You glance over your shoulder and see that he’s disappeared into thin air. Maybe the city was on fire. Maybe Bruce decided to throw something at someone’s car. Maybe Thor–

“Where are you going?” Stephen’s voice is loud and right in your face. A gasp flees your mouth as Stephen’s tall stature looks even bigger when you’ve been caught. You swallow and look up at him, his body inches from yours.

“Away,” you say, attempting to duck out from under his arm but it was useless. Stephen entraps you against the yellow parked taxi cab, hands bracing the hood. You can only peer so many inches above his muscular forearms. His chest rose and fell in a steady pattern but his facial expression told the story. With a clenched jaw and twitching hands, you had royally ticked him off. 

“Are you mad because I took your stupid ring, made a portal, and ran away from you?”

“Actually, yes. Yes, I am.” Stephen grumbles. “You’re inexperienced. That was stupid.”

You roll your eyes. “Oh so now I’m stupid?” 

Stephen grimaces. “Women… No. You’re not stupid. But what you did was stupid. You could’ve opened a portal to a different place where I would’ve had to save you instead of punishing you.” 

You chuckle, observing him under your lashes. “Whatever. You’re not gonna do shi-” 

Your words are cut short and your breath is strangled when Stephen suddenly wraps his hand around your throat. He presses the entirety of his weight against your body and for a moment, you can feel every ounce of heat radiated from beneath his robes. He glares at you with a sinister look in his eye, his hold on your throat making you experience a head rush. 

“You listen up and listen well, darling. That little game you played? Irresponsible. You’ve made me very upset, but do you understand what that means? It means you’re deserving of a punishment, and oh darling am I going to punish you… I’ll have these pretty little cheeks all damp with tears, this aching core of yours dripping with my cum. I’ll have you so spent you won’t be able to train tomorrow morning. You’re my toy tonight and I’m not going to stop playing with you until I’m satisfied. Do you understand?” 

Your body develops chills. He turned you on so badly. You lick your lips and nod your head as he presses his thumb over your pulse, feeling the sudden ramping of your heart rate. 

“What does a good girl say to the man who owns her?” Stephen’s warm breath fans your lips. 

“Yes sir,” you gasp, feeling his grip loosen. He lets your throat go and you cough, working to catch your breath.  “Good girl,” Stephen grips your hand and opens a portal– one that leads you directly into his bedroom for the punishment of your life.

[wint3r-h3art]

It’s You, It’s always Been you

Pairing: Stephen Strange x f!Reader

Summary: It’s a known fact that you are in love with Stephen Strange. It’s also a known fact that Stephen Strange is still in love with Dr. Palmer. When Stephen asked you to be his wedding date though, you’re starting to regret your decision. A confession from the doctor himself, changes everything.

Word count: 3.0K (I got carried away, oops)

Genre: angst, unrequited love, confession, overall feels!, and soft smut (of course)

A/N: There’s no major MoM spoilers, just the beginning with the wedding and all that. As much as I love Stephen being a complete daddy in MoM, I need to write me some soft smut. No beta, so if I missed anything, It’s my fault. If you enjoyed this, please please comment and reblog. It just means a lot. Please follow @wint3r-library​ and turn on post notification for fic update.

Strange was getting impatient with you.

You haven’t noticed it yet, but with all your inability to sit still during Doctor Palmer’s wedding, you were getting on his last nerve. 

Another heavy sigh fell from your lips as you sat there beside him, slouching slightly because you really wanted to shift your body. Your fingers fiddled in your laps as you were trying very hard to pay attention to the ceremony, quite unaware of the piercing gaze from the man beside you. 

It wasn’t like you were nervous about being the date to the bride’s ex or anything. You really didn’t need to be there, especially when Stephen couldn’t figure out what his feelings toward Christine were.

There was no doubt that the man looked as delectable as it can be in that suit, and there was no doubt that you would jump at his bones if the opportunity presented itself. However, you needed to stop saying yes to him all the time when you were dying on the inside.

Stephen exhaled sharply through his nose before he covered your hand with his. Warmness shot through you as you sat there. You bit the inside of his cheek. His hand was trembling slightly. You couldn’t help but turned your gaze to him.

His brow quirked but said nothing. He was completely unaware of the stinging pain you experienced every time you watched his eyes glimmer whenever his gaze fell on Dr. Palmer, of course. You wished the ceremony ended already. There was so much you could take. Sometimes you wished that Happy had never introduced you to him. 

You let out a sharp exhale once he let go of your hand and stood up. Once again, your heart felt heavy as your gaze followed his following Christine walking down the aisle with her new husband. Your heart was heavy as you looked at the man before you trying to hold it in. He was too proud to say it, but Strange was never really over her.

You couldn’t be anymore happier the moment the ceremony was over. You found yourself stationed by the bar, chugging wine and avoiding Strange as best as possible. The plan was going well so far until your date found you.

“I’m starting to think that even my own date is avoiding me,” came a voice behind you. His low baritone voice sent a slight tremor through you, sending your nerve into a frenzy. Heat flooded your cheek as your heart beat frantically against your chest. You wanted to run, perhaps you wanted to go back to your apartment. Whatever it was, you really didn’t want to deal with him right now. 

“Not avoiding you,” you mumbled before chugging the last remnant of your drink.

Stephen sighed before ordering himself a martini, his eyes were still on you though. “Your body language said otherwise.”

“You shouldn’t bring me here,” you finally looked at him. “She’ll think that you and I are together or something.”

“And that’s bad because…?” 

“You’re kidding, right?” You laughed out loud from sheer discomfort as you stared at him. You watched as the bartender set his drink down before you quickly snatched it away from Strange. He could sense your nervous energy from miles away, which made him wonder how you got to become Happy Hogan’s assistant in the first place. 

“I wasn’t.”

The firmness in his tone made your heart skip a beat. 

“She asked me if I’m happy,” he said, but he didn’t look at you. Instead, his gaze fell for the bride once more. You had to bite back your uncomfortable laugh before you looked elsewhere, trying to hide your expression. It was getting harder and harder to hide anything at all from him.

“And I told her that I am…”

“Which is a lie…” You pressed your lips together into a straight line. 

“You don’t know that. For all you know, I am quite content with what I have right now.”

“Stephen…,” you gave him a look, but his expression was unreadable. “I may not know your history with Dr. Palmer, but I do know that you are a proud man.”

“I am, and you like that,” Stephen teased, trying to hide the small smile as he watched your reaction. You didn’t disappoint him of course as you were slowly and gradually getting flustered. 

“I-Um...Oh, that’s just mean,” you shook your head before you slowly walked away from him. 

It has been a well-known fact that you have some feelings for him at one point. It was also a known fact that it was a textbook definition of one-sided love. It was one thing to tease you occasionally, but it was another thing to simply play with your heart. You know Strange was cold, but you’ve never thought that he could be this cruel.  “I know I shouldn’t say yes to this,” you mumbled to yourself. You could hear him calling out to you, but you didn’t care. Instead, you turned and headed straight out.

A familiar feminine voice called out your name, making you stop in your tracks. You could feel Stephen Strange not too far behind you. You took a deep breath before turning around and forcing a smile. It made your face hurt. It reminded you of why you have to resign from being Happy’s assistant in the first place. The acting wasn’t for you. 

“Doctor Palmer! Congratulations!” you chirped as she made her way toward you. Stephen simply put his hand in his pocket as he watched on with a martini in another hand. You frowned slightly, wondering why he decided to linger there instead of sashay away from you.

“Thank you! I appreciate that. I’m so happy that you can make it–You and Stephen—”

“Oh, I’m just here for moral support,” you quickly cut her off before she could say anything that could potentially make your relationship with Stephen Strange any more awkward. 

Doctor Palmer nodded, but a smile still remained on her face. “Yeah..um, I just want to say that I’m very happy that you and he are togeth–”

“Um, definitely not together,” you quickly cut in again. You couldn’t feel his gaze burned into your back. “Again, I’m here just for moral support, and nothing more.”

Doctor Palmer looked at you momentarily before she looked at Strange, clearly confused. “Right....Well, I hope you enjoy the party. I’ll see you two later,”  she bid you goodbye before giving Stephen a nod.

The moment she was out of your earshot, you let out another sigh of relief, but you knew damn well that Stephen wasn’t happy with your answer at all. Your gaze turned to him, but he didn’t say anything.

“Don’t start,” you pinched the bridge of your nose and headed to the hallway. “I know I’m supposed to make you look good in front of your ex and all that, but I don’t think I can lie.” You were basically rambling at this point as Stephen Strange followed you not too far behind. 

The sound of your high heels clicking against the marble floor echoed through the quiet hall as you hurried out. 

“I didn’t ask you to lie for me,” came his voice not too far behind, but you didn’t stop. Instead, you continued to walk until you both reached the elevator. 

“It kinda feels that way when you asked me to be your plus one though,…Look, whatever you are going through, I just can’t…It’s–” you stopped yourself. How would you tell him that you still have feelings for him? “It’s unfair to me.”

Stephen was standing only a few feet from you know. “I know, and I’m sorry.”

You expected a smartass comment from him, not this. You were speechless at his admission as the two of you stood there in the empty hallway. Your heart felt like it was about to burst the more you looked at him. “When Christine asked me if I was happy, I said yes…I told her that I found someone.”

You remained silent as he took a few steps forward until he was only a few inches away from you. The smell of his cologne filled your nostril, lulling you into a haze. “It took me some time to realize it, but I…”

You swallowed as he cradled your face in his hands. Heat flooded your face at the closeness between the two of you. His thumb pressed against your cheek, his gaze softened, melted into a pair of liquid sapphires. “I made up my mind.”

“About what?” You realized that your words came out no more than a breath as your hand covered his. Stephen was inching closer. Your heart felt like it was going to leap out of your chest at the pure anticipation alone. When his lips touched yours for the very first time, you felt like you were about to soar. 

Your eyes flutter shut as you melt into him. He was holding you there, kissing you with a passion that you’ve never known he was capable of. His hand trailed to the nape. The rough pad of his fingers gently grazed across your skin, leaving trails of goosebumps behind. You gasped at that, and Stephen took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth.

Your heart pounded heavily against your chest as he deepened the kiss. His tongue tangled and clashed with yours. Twisting and rolling, leaving you both breathless and panting.  He was kissing you with desperation–a need that was new to you. You moaned at the sweetness that lingered on his tongue, and every time he let out a low, rumbling groan, you felt your panty dampen slightly.  

Stephen walked you backward until the back of your knees hit something soft. You quickly pulled away from the kiss, only to find the two of you standing right in your bedroom. “Did you just teleport us here?” It was a dumb question, but you felt the need for some air–or at least something that doesn’t involve Stephen Strange sticking his tongue down your throat.

“Yes,” he said firmly as he discarded his suit jacket and dropped it right onto the floor. He looked flushed, disheveled almost by the way strays of his neatly combed hair came undone. His fingers tugged at his tie impatiently, loosening it before he undid a few buttons at the top till he revealed his chiseled chest. The sight made your throat go dry.

 Stephen’s mouth was on you again, this time he was less discreet than before. He kissed you with urgency and hunger that set your nerve ablaze. He gently laid you down on your soft mattress while his mouth was still on yours. His lips traveled southward, and your body surrendered to him without a thought. Your head tilted to the side, revealing the tender skin of your neck to him. His lips trailed down, tongue grazed slightly here and there as if he was tasting you. A throaty moan ripped between your lips as Strange suckled on your pulse point, and gently nipped at it before licking the same spot over. His free hand slowly lowered the straps of your dress to your waist. He stared at you momentarily as if to admire a piece of art–No, you were more than a piece of art to him. You were the sun, the moon, and the universe all wrapped up into one. You were the cosmic force that keep him grounded all this time.

Stephen said nothing before he lowered his head to kiss you once more. His name fell from your lips in no more than a breathless whisper as his beard tickled your skin, making you ache and throb for him. Stephen was lost in the moment as his lips were lingering in the space between the valley of your breasts. 

You called out his name once again as your arms snaked around his head. Stephen Strange moaned deeply, sending a reverberation through you as if to assure you that he wasn’t going anywhere. He captured your taut peak in his mouth and began to suckle on it. He was sucking gently at first, then harder, gently nipping at the bud till you cried out, only to soothe you gently with his tongue.

He moved on top of you and pulled your dress all the way off your body. You laid there completely bare underneath him. Stephen’s hand moved to the juncture between your legs and let his fingers graze at your clothed slit. His nostrils flared as he let out a sharp exhale when he found that your panty was drenching.

Stephen gently rubbed you through your panty, eliciting a soft gasping noise out of you first before he ripped the flimsy fabric away from you. His mouth moved to your breast once more, tongue flickering over the sensitive bud, while his dexterous fingers gently pry you open. Your first instinct was to close your legs, but Stephen wasn’t having it. He pressed his knees wide, forcing you to open to him. 

Your head fell back against the soft mattress when you felt that he was knuckle deep inside you as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of you with ease. A shaky moan slipped out of your lips as he pulled his digits back and pushed them inside you again while his mouth was still occupied by your tit.

You begged him almost pathetically, your hand bunched at his hair when he pressed his thumb against your clit. 

“Say my name again, baby,” he murmured. The low baritone voice made your pussy throb and clenched around his fingers. Only Stephen Strange had that sort of effect on you. He was watching you now, probing himself on his elbow while the other hand continued to pump in and out of your pussy with vigor.

A smile etched upon his lips as he felt your body tense up around him. Still, he continued with a relentless pace until an orgasm ripped right out of you, causing your body to strain and spasm. Your face scrunched up as you dug your heels into the mattress as the first wave of euphoria washed over you.  

“That’s it, baby. Cum to me. Squeeze on my fingers like you want to squeeze on my cock.” Stephen growled as he pressed his forehead onto yours. Perspiration dampened it while you could only reply with a choking sob. 

Stephen finally removed his fingers from your sopping wetness as he stared at you. His lips pressed against your forehead. He kissed you tenderly before he pulled back and began to unbuckle his pants. 

You watched him with half hooded eyes as he got up from the bed and hastily removed his pants. You swallowed as you watched him stroking himself. The sight made your pussy throb once more as more slick was leaking out of you. Stephen licked his lips at that. 

“I don’t have a condom,” he admitted sheepishly as he continued to stroke his erect cock. It was hard to concentrate on his words when your brain only wanted one thing. 

“I’m on birth control…” you told him as you sat up and pulled him to you. Stephen settled between your thighs once more. His face strained, jaw clenched tightly as he rubbed the head of his cock along your slit. The action made your legs shake slightly as your eyes caught his. “It’s ok, Stephen.”

He growled at the invitation before he swiftly entered you, causing you to hissed sharply. A strangled moan left his lips as your tightness enveloped him. You could feel Strange tremble above you as he was trying to control himself from moving too erratically. Stephen pulled back then eased himself back in again till he was all the way in. His hips arched fluidly, driving himself in and out of you with fervor. You could feel his balls slapped against your ass every time he sheathed himself inside of you.

His hard body pressed against yours closely that you could feel every twitch of his muscles, coiling and bunching from the effort of his movements. Your arms wounded around his neck again as he rutted into you. His lips found your neck once more as he kissed and nipped at it. 

You were getting close again as that familiar tightness at the pit of your stomach threatened to snap. It wasn’t long now until that delicious burst of euphoria ripped through you again. It didn’t take long till you cried out and clenched around him, milking him until he too reached his own release. Still, Stephen was still chasing his own, fucking you and using you to sate his own appetite.

Stephen came not too long after, spending himself right onto your stomach. His body went limp next to you, panting and exhausted from the deed. 

The silence stretched out between the two of you. Where would you go from here? You and Stephen had yet to establish what this was? Was this a one-time deal? Were his words simply a lie or was everything simply a dream to you?

You felt him stirring beside you before his warmness left your body. Your first initial thought was that he was leaving, but that sort of negativity soon melted away when he came back with a damp towel pressed against your stomach. His movement was gentle, yet exact. Still, you could feel his trembling hand moving over your stomach.

Your eyes caught him again, and words failed you. You didn’t know what to say. 

“I suppose you are wondering what we are now?”

You nodded. You wanted to laugh because you really didn’t expect to have this type of conversation at all with him when you were both naked. 

“You’ve never told me who that someone is–the person that makes you happy.”

Stephen Strange was caught off guard for the first time in his life as he could only react with an “Oh.”

Your face warned once more as your heart drummed against your chest. A knowing smile quirked on his lips. “Well, It’s you, sweetheart. It has always been you.”

The word rolled off his tongue easily, making your stomach do a backflip. You couldn’t hide the smile anymore when he leaned and brushed his nose against your cheek, kissing you and whispering naughty things into your ears.

Perhaps, this wasn’t a dream after all.

[ro-is-struggling]

Goodmorning Ro! I wanna send in a request for your event but don't have much in the way of specifics so I hope that's alright? Besides, I don't remember that episode and would love to see where you take it if you take it. Anyway hope you have a good day!

Prompt: 9 (Part 1)

Character: Dr. Strange (Character B)

Genre: Comedy/Fluff/Light Smut(if inclined)

OMG I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO POST IT! Life got in the way and I had to stop writing for a while, but I'm back now! Thank you for your patience and I hope this silly little fic finds you somehow after all this time anon💕

I loved writing this one! I tried my best to combine the above-mentioned genres as best as possible, but idk, I hope I did a good job. I feel like I wanted to make it more of a crack fic at the start but then I got carried away and ended up being more spicy. I literally had to stop myself from turning this into a full on smut lol I hope you like it anyways!

THE CALL || STEPHEN STRANGE X READER

Summary: During a girls night you are challenged to leave a dirty message for Stephen Strange as part of a game of truth or dare. You accept without much thought, the alcohol in your system stopping you from realizing that your relationship would never be the same after that.

Warnings: suggestive tones, alcohol consumption, attempt at humor, teasing, a bit of dirty talk, name calling (whore) implied smut

English is not my first language

Word count: 4300

This fic is part of my 600 followers celeration

The girls' night was Wanda's idea. After the stressful mission you had been through, hanging out together to relax and gossip was exactly what you needed to recover. Nat and you were a little tired, but eventually gave in after Wanda convinced Hope and Sharon, who happened to be in the avengers' compound when you arrived, too. So you all changed into your comfiest pajamas and, after kicking all the men out of the living room, you all settled down on the couch with a cheesy rom-com playing in the background as you chatted.

The tiredness and tension disappeared from your body as you laughed with your friends, joking and listening to their love problems. It was nice to switch off your brain every now and then and act like you were normal people, worrying about trivial things instead of thinking about the problems affecting the world. It kept you sane and restored your faith in humanity. There was nothing that improved your mood like hanging out with your friends just eating junk food and talking about stupid things.

You were having a good time, drowning in pizza and ice cream while laughing, but when Natasha started mixing drinks things started to go off the rails. With the alcohol levels in everyone's blood rising the conversation became increasingly more chaotic and wild, confessing embarrassing secrets and constantly telling one another how much you loved each other. It wasn't long before someone suggested playing truth or dare and everyone agreed, far too drunk to think about the consequences.

The first few rounds were uneventful, consisting mostly of silly truths and the occasional simple dare such as taking a shot or doing something to annoy one of their teammates. However, as the rounds progressed and the alcohol got into your systems, the game got out of control. And when your turn came you regretted your choice of dare as soon as the words left Natasha's mouth.

"I dare you to send Strange a dirty voicemail." The redhead looked at you with a mischievous smile. Her arched eyebrow challenged you, wondering if you would even dare to accept her proposal. She knew how you felt about Stephen, she'd had to listen to you ramble on multiple times about him and his perfect face that looked like it had been carved by the angels themselves. She knew you liked him, but she also knew you were never going to make the first move. So she thought the best thing to do was to give you a little push —well, it seemed small in her alcoholized mind.

"No way!" you groaned, refusing to participate in the game. You weren't drunk enough to ignore that voice in your mind telling you that this was a bad idea. 

"You can't refuse!" Wanda interjected. "That's not how it works!"

"If you do, you'll have to drink from the mystery cocktail and you don't really want to do that, trust me." Sharon said, remembering the horrible taste of the mystery drink Natasha had prepared as punishment for chickens who didn't complete the dares. She didn't know what the fuck she'd put in there, but it tasted awful.

"Fine!" You gave in to peer pressure. "But it'll be anonymous!" The last thing you needed at that moment was to have to face the consequences of such actions. What Natasha didn't seem to want to understand was that your hesitation to confess to Stephen how you felt about him didn't just come from a place of fear of rejection, it was much more complicated than that. You could handle rejection, what you couldn't handle was continuing to work with him after such humiliation. Stephen was an avenger, so before you did anything you had to consider how it might affect the team.

"That's fine by me!" Nat aceptó y las demás chicas la siguieron.

"But I'm going to need a drink before I do this."

You took a sip of the strongest drink on the table, feeling the sting of the alcohol as it went down your throat. You needed a lot of courage to do what you were about to do, to lower your inhibitions to the point of losing your sense of shame and self-control. You weren't as intoxicated as you would have liked to be —you were definitely going to remember this in the morning—, but you figured it was for the best. You still needed to be able to speak clearly and form coherent sentences, two things that would be impossible if you kept drinking. So you rested your now empty glass on the table and picked up your phone, ready to get it over with for good.

"It has to be good!" You heard Wanda say as your fingers awkwardly searched your contacts for Stephen's number, making sure to set your number to private and encrypt it before doing anything so he couldn't trace the message back to you. "You have to talk like you mean it."

"Yeah! If he doesn't get a hard on after listening to your voice then you failed the dare." Natasha added and you threw one of the couch cushions in her face.

"That doesn't make any sense! You can't possibly know the effects it might have on him." You complained, pointing out your friends' exaggeration. "He might not even open it."

"Oh I'll know," Wanda assured you, giving you one of those mischievous smiles that sometimes made you question her mental sanity. 

"Whatever," you said, rolling your eyes. "Any other requests before I do this? It's now or never." The girls shook their heads, giving you the green light to proceed. You took a moment to mentally prepare yourself, clearing your throat and blurting out a few words as you searched for a new tone of voice that sounded sultry yet different enough from your normal voice to throw Stephen off. 

Before tapping on his contact on your phone you tried to focus on him and how he made you feel. His cocky smile was the first thing that came to your mind, the one he gave you every time his plans worked out after you questioned them. That smile drove you crazy. His lips in general drove you crazy. You spent more time than you'd like to admit imagining what it would be like to feel his kisses on your skin, caressing every inch of your body. You wondered if his tongue was as skilled at pronouncing incantations as it was at bringing pleasure to a woman. The mere image of his face buried between your legs, devouring you like a starving man was enough to make your center drip with need. 

His hands were the next thing that popped into your mind, the way they moved in the air with precision each time he casted a spell. You loved watching him work, you got completely lost in your thoughts as you silently admired him, imagining how his hands would feel on your body, touching each curve with delicate sensuality. You were convinced that he really knew what to do with his hands to have a girl screaming his name in seconds, those skillful fingers of his were good for more than magic and you were dying to feel them exploring the deepest parts of your being.

Once you let your imagination run wild it was easy to find the right words to complete your dare. You didn't even have to think too hard about keeping a different voice, the low, sensual tone came naturally to you as you left a message for Stephen detailing everything you wanted to do to him —and everything you wanted him to do to you. You tried to control yourself since your friends were in the room with you, carefully choosing your words so as not to reveal so much about your true fantasies. But you made sure he knew how attractive you found him and how you were willing to let him do whatever he wanted to you. 

The moment you hung up, all the girls burst into hysterical laughter, theorizing about what Stephen's reaction would be when he heard your message in the morning. You were buzzing with euphoria, too intoxicated to feel embarrassed, so you laughed with them. Your confused mind wasn't able to comprehend that you were the one who would have to face the consequences of your little game. That was a problem for the Y/N of the future and at that moment the next morning seemed to be far in the future. All that mattered to you at that moment was to relax and enjoy the evening, laughing with your friends. And that was exactly what you did until at some point you fell asleep on the living room couch.

When you woke up in the morning you regretted all the decisions you had made the day before, from accepting the first drop of alcohol to sleeping on the couch. Now not only did you have a headache that barely let you think, but also your whole body felt stiff due to the awful position in which you had slept on the couch. You grunted as soon as you felt Tony's voice, no doubt speaking louder than necessary to annoy you as he paced around the kitchen preparing breakfast. You hated the open concept building design more than ever at that moment, missing walls that separated the living room and sheltered you from the sound.

"I hate you." You winced when he came over to ask if you were going to have breakfast. He sounded so cheerful and amused while you were miserable that it made you angry. Your head was pounding and your stomach was upset. However, the smell of freshly brewed coffee coming from the kitchen forced you to get up, reluctantly dragging yourself into the kitchen where Nat, Wanda and Sharon greeted you with tired looks. 

"Seems like you ladies had quite a night." Steve said with a smile, grabbing a cup of coffee and sitting down next to you. His hair was still wet from the shower, probably because he had gotten up early to go for a run like he did every morning. You never really cared about that, but this time you couldn't help but look at him like he was crazy for daring to do such a thing. The very idea of moving at a speed faster than a zombie made you want to vomit.

"Remind me to never drink again." You grumbled, taking one of the pills Nat had passed you. Sharon agreed with you, complaining about how the world still seemed to be spinning around her.

"What the hell did you put in that drink?" She asked Natasha, but the redhead just laughed. 

"Shhh, can you guys stay quiet? My head is killing me." Wanda interjected, raising her head to give everyone a pleading look before plopping back down on the marble of the island. 

Everyone's condition improved considerably after eating a lot of greasy food and drinking a lot of water. It also helped that the medicine kicked in, although you were still feeling tired and slightly sore. When you regained some of your good mood and will to live you went back to the living room, settling down on the couch with a cup of hot coffee in the hopes of watching the tv until your energies were recharged. However, your plans were ruined when you discovered that someone was already there. And not just anyone, but Stephen Strange, who was talking to Tony while holding his phone in his hand. 

Memories of the night before came back to you in a series of flashes that replayed in your mind like a movie. You stared in horror at the men in front of you, wondering if Stephen had gotten your message yet. You sat as far away from them as possible, focusing on your coffee as you tried to listen to their conversation. Your strategy was to be discrete and play dumb if their eyes at any point caught on you, but when you saw Natasha walk into the living room you knew your plan was out the window.

"What are you guys talking about?" The redhead interrupted them, "Expecting an important phone call?" She added, looking at the phone in Stephen's hands with a raised eyebrow. 

"Our favorite wizard here got a spicy message from an encrypted number and he needs my help to figure out who this mystery person is" Tony explained with amusement in his voice and Stephen gave him a murderous look.

"Thanks for the discretion, Tony."

"Spicy how?" Natasha pressed the issue to see if she could get Stephen to give more details, especially about how that message had made him feel. 

"Oh you have to hear it, this girl did not hold back." Tony said and you choked on the coffee you were drinking. He had heard it! "She was really grateful to him for saving the world and wanted to give something back to him, if you know what I mean."

"We all know what you mean, Stark. You're not very subtle." Stephen rolled his eyes. "And give me that back." He snatched the phone out of her hands before she could pass it to Natasha to listen to the message. "Can you help me or not?"

"Why do you want to know who this person is?" Nat teased, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. "You really liked it, huh?"

"No! I just... I'm concerned it might be a stalking situation so I want to know who this person is." Stephen tried so hard to sound confident, but even you were able to notice the hesitation in his voice. He was making excuses. He was at least intrigued by the message and that made you feel a strange sense of pride. Even though you were a little drunk, you had managed to get his attention with your words and your sensual voice. Sure, he didn't know it was you, but that didn't matter to you at the moment, the confidence slowly building in your system didn't let you think about it.

"Hey! No one is judging here." Tony spoke up. "If I were in your place I would like to know who this mystery person is too."

Stephen let out a sigh, rolling his eyes. "Just let me know when you get something."

He stormed off, leaving you with a million unanswered questions and a strange feeling in your stomach. Tony ran after him and Natasha took advantage of the fact that you were alone to give you a gentle push to get your attention. You moved your gaze from the door through which he had disappeared to look up at your friend, who was looking at you with a playful smile.

"He's crazy about you." She stated but you downplayed it, saying he was only interested because he didn't know it was you talking on the other end of the line. However, you couldn't help but feel a little flame burning inside you. You felt confident and for the first time since you had met Stephen you felt you had a chance with him.

The next time you saw Stephen was during an Avengers meeting to discuss a possible mission. You barely paid attention to what Steve was saying, too distracted by the perfect profile of Stephen sitting next to you. The sunlight coming through the large windows illuminated his face in a special way, giving him an ethereal aura that made it impossible for you to look away from him and those ridiculously sharp cheek bones he had. It was torture to have him so close looking like a Greek god and not being able to do anything about it. Your new found confidence hated it. It took all your power to control your urges, striving to calm your wild fantasies at least until Steve let you out of there. 

You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn't realize the meeting was over until you saw the other team members disappearing behind the door. Soon it was just you and Stephen in the large conference room. You gave him a quick glance and noticed that he was looking at his phone once again. You wondered then if he was waiting for another message from you, if he was as crazy about that mysterious voice on the other end of the line as he seemed to be. It was pretty hard to contain your urges at that moment.

"Any new leads on your mystery person case?" your voice alerted Stephen, who looked up from his phone to rest his gaze on you.

"No, Stark hasn't called me yet."

"Is that what you were checking on your phone while Steve talked?" You asked him, getting up from your seat to move closer to him, settling against the table right in front of his chair. "If Stark had called with any leads?"

There was something in your tone of voice that alerted Stephen, a sensual undertone he had never heard in you before and it made him wonder what you were getting at. He had felt your eyes on him throughout the meeting, he always did, but for some reason this time it felt different.

"Why do you care so much?" He countered, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm just curious as to what has you so distracted lately." You faked innocence, shrugging your shoulders. "Was it really that good?"

"Excuse me?" Stephen was surprised by your sudden audacity, though he couldn't say he didn't find it intriguing. 

"It seems to me that you're desperate to hear that voice again." You leaned closer to him, lowering your head to be at his level. Your eyes were locked on his, admiring the dark shadow in the icy blue of his orbs. He held your gaze as the tension in the air intensified, curious to discover what your next words would be.

"I can help you with that," you added, using the same low, sultry tone you had used in the message. "Even better, I can show you just how hot I think you are... how desperate I am to feel your hands all over my body, using your powers to restrain me and do whatever you want with me." 

If your voice hadn't already given you away, repeating the words you had said to him in the message definitely had. His eyes grew wide, looking at you with a mixture of surprise and confusion. You had never seen Stephen so perplexed and you had to admit that it felt good to be the cause of that. You were used to it always being the other way around. You used to be the one who was speechless every time he gave you a smile, it was nice to have the power for once.

Stephen was not an easy man to silence, even in the strangest or most stressful situations, he always found something to say. But now he was speechless, looking at you in complete astonishment as he tried to process the situation. It wasn't just discovering that you were the mysterious person he was looking for that threw him off, but also the confidence you exuded. He had never seen you act that way before, though he would be lying if he said he didn't like it. He couldn't stop his mind from running wild, imagining every detail of the message that occupied his thoughts but now with you. Never would he have imagined that behind your innocent look and shy attitude was an imagination as dirty as his.

"I can give you what you want, all you have to do is ask." Your warm breath would collide against her earlobe when you spoke, giving her goose bumps. Your perfume assaulted his nostrils with every breath he took, intoxicating his entire system with your scent. He felt dizzy, his mind clouded with desire and anticipation having trouble concentrating. 

However, when you turned away from him, walking towards the door to finally get out of there, his brain snapped out of it. Raising his hand in the air, he conjured a kind of glowing lace made of pure energy that closed over your wrist, stopping you on your feet. With a gentle push he managed to turn you around to face him as he used his other hand to close the door to the room and pull down all the blinds with a simple flick of his wrist.

"Where do you think you're going? I'm not done with you yet. We're just getting started." Stephen said to you with an arched eyebrow. You noticed a hunger in his eyes you had never seen before, the cool blue of his orbs almost completely consumed by the black in his dilated pupils. It ignited a flame inside you, a warmth spreading through your stomach as you carefully analyzed Stephen's body language, trying to predict his next move. All your arrogance and confidence disappeared under his intense gaze. You were like a deer caught in the headlights, frozen in place waiting for his next reaction.

All he had to do was pull the glowing leash and you were forced to move closer to him once again. You would have lost your balance had it not been for his grip on your waist, successfully trapping you between his body and the edge of the table. You had nowhere to run, though you really didn't want to.  

"Who would have thought that behind that cute and innocent act there was such a dirty whore, desperate to be seen?" Stephen's voice was condescending, mocking, as his cold blue eyes pierced into yours. It made you feel small and insignificant in the face of his imposing figure, your cheeks heating with the blood that was quickly pooling there from the embarrassment of being so exposed. He finally knew the truth, you were a dirty whore desperate for his touch. 

"I never would have guessed you were the voice on the message saying those dirty things." He was barely touching you —his fingers trailing up your arms to your shoulders, following the line of your collarbones before descending through the space between your breasts—, but that was enough to quicken your breathing. And every time you inhaled, you breathed in his intoxicating scent, a mixture of his cologne and the aroma of his own essence that made your knees weak.

"I was hoping it was you. The first time I heard those words I closed my eyes and imagined you acting out those fantasies. I got so hard just imagining it." As if to emphasize his words, Stephen pressed his hips against you, letting you feel the bulge beginning to grow in his pants. You couldn't contain the moan that escaped your lips, a pathetic whimper that put a smile on Stephen's lips. 

He was enjoying the growing anticipation, having fun with your suffering. He was torturing you as retribution for your mysterious little message that had had him going crazy all this time, forcing you to experience the same desperation he did, using only his voice to arouse you. You hated it and loved it at the same time.

"You have no idea how much I wanted it to be you...but then I thought it could never be, you're a good girl and good girls don't use that vulgar language." You looked down, unable to hold eye contact with him any longer as you felt the embarrassment taking hold of you. But Stephen didn't let you off that easily, taking your chin in his hand to force you to look at him. "Tell me, were you really so desperate for my attention to leave that message? Were you so desperate for me that you pushed aside your good girl attitude and manners to expose the whore you hide inside you?" 

His voice was a husky whisper against your ear, his lips almost brushing against sensitive skin seductively. The ghost of his touch was driving you crazy and his dirty words traveled straight to your core, that throbbed desperate for attention. You could feel his presence, the warmth of his body against yours, his imposing gaze, the subtle caresses of his fingers on your skin, but it wasn't enough. You needed more to satiate your need for him, much more.

"Yes," you managed to mumble. Your voice sounded much more pathetic and desperate than you expected, but that didn't really matter. On the contrary, Stephen seemed to enjoy it. "I'm tired of hiding it, I need you Stephen... I need to feel your touch." You were practically begging him, asking him to have mercy on you and give you something to calm the flames burning inside you. But he just laughed. His warm breath hit the sensitive skin of your neck, giving you goosebumps. Your hands ran up his chest, determined to get for yourself what you needed as he refused to give it to you. If he wanted to torture you, it was only fair that you retaliated. Two could play that game.

But before you could go much further, Stephen pulled your hands away from his body, binding them behind your back with the same magical bond he had used to draw you to him. It was tight around your wrists, but not too tight, just enough to make sure you couldn't move easily. He wanted control.

"Oh, I'm going to give you what you so desperately want, don't worry about it, darling." He murmured against your lips, brushing them with every word he spoke. "But first I have to teach you a lesson... you see, you have to be more careful about what you wish for, because it can become real."

[the-guilty-writer]

Never Grow Up

Agent Rossi-Reid

Anthology Masterlist

David Rossi x daughter!reader,  Spencer Reid x reader, Criminal minds x BAU!reader

Summary: The role Gideon played as Rossi-Reid grew up.

A/N: This is sad. This is really sad. I don't apologize. Embrace the sad.

Based off Taylor Swift's Never Grow Up

CW: typical criminal minds talk of murder, very sad and angsty

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Your little hands wrapped around my finger And it's so quiet in the world tonight Your little eyelids flutter 'cause you're dreamin' So I tuck you in, turn on your favorite night light

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Dave looked down at the little bundle of blankets that rested in his arms. It was a big day for the newest Rossi family addition- the team had come over to meet you for the very first time. It had been a lot for Dave, too. He thought profiling was the hardest, most time consuming, soul-sucking, job in the world, but you had proved him wrong. Turns out that the hardest, most time consuming, soul-sucking job in the world was being a parent.

But the joy you brought him made up for it all.

For about an hour the BAU agents had passed you around and Dave was grateful that after all the action you were dozing off in his arms, one of your impossibly small hands wrapped around his pointer finger. He smiled tiredly, knowing he had to put you down in your crib soon before he spent another night admiring your adorably tiny features. He sighed quietly and sent you down, hoping that you wouldn’t wake up. Your eyelids fluttered- hopefully with good dreams- but other than that you didn’t stir.

He walked over to turn on the nightlight; it was a gift from Gideon. The tiny plastic sparrow illuminated the room the perfect amount, but Dave couldn’t get over his closest colleague’s strange fascination with birds. Of course, you loved the little plastic bird- when you awoke at night you’d cry at first, but by the time your dad got to your room you’d be goggling at the feathered figure.

“Mio Passerotta.” It slipped out before Dave even had a chance to think about it. The Italian nickname was common enough that no one would think it was odd, but it felt more right than that. Gideon had named his son Stephen, in honor of Dave. It only felt right that your term of endearment- something your dad had thought about more than your actual name- was an ode to his friend. “Sogni d’oro, my sparrow. Ti voglio bene.”

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To you, everything's funny You got nothing to regret I'd give all I have honey If you could stay like that

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“Uncle Jason!” Your little legs carried you towards Gideon’s desk as fast as they could. “Uncle Jason look!”

“What is this?” he said in an exaggerated voice as you handed him a piece of paper and climbed into his lap. Your preschool and daycare were closed due to a holiday, but work never stopped at the BAU, meaning your dad had no choice but to bring you into the office. None of the agents minded- you brought a joy to the space so pure that it almost made the horror of their jobs disappear, even if it was only for the day.

Lucky for them you were now three years old and had recently discovered a love for drawing and coloring, which meant scrapped preliminary profiles that were blank on one side could be recycled into canvases for your artwork. Gideon couldn’t decide if it was right or not- having you put images of rainbows and butterflies on papers that had lists of victims names on the other side- but he tried not to think too hard about this.

“Wow!” Gideon held you steady on his lap with one hand and your drawing of… something… in the other. “Is this for me?”

“Yes!” You smiled up at him. “It’s a bird cos you like birds.”

“Thank you,” he said. “I’ll hang it right here.” He tacked the picture up on the bulletin board that sat on his desk, next to the other three drawings of birds you had done that day for him.

“I should draw one wearing a hat!” you giggled. Gideon wasn’t sure what was so funny about the idea of a bird wearing a hat, but it made him chuckle anyway.

“(Y/N)!” your dad called for you.

You turned to Gideon. “I have to go, but I’ll be back!” You ran off towards your dad’s desk.

Gideon watched to make sure you didn’t fall. He opened up the file he had been so careful to close before you came over. Inside were pictures of young women with your same hair and eye color, each assaulted and murdered in cold blood. With a heavy heart, he looked over to you, innocently drawing another picture with your crayons.

Oh what he would give for you to stay like that.

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You're in the car on the way to the movies And you're mortified your mom's droppin' you off At fourteen, there's just so much you can't do And you can't wait to move out someday and call your own shots

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Aaron Hotchner was a man known for his calm and cool demeanor, but he was also known for his ambition, and occasionally that ambition made him more excited than normal. Recently, his ambition had led him to become an agent at the BAU. It was something he’d wanted since he first heard about the unit, and though he managed to make himself look poised on the outside, he couldn’t hide the fact that he was probably shivering in his suit. They really should warn the new agents that the basement, which served as the unit’s headquarters, could go from being a sauna one day to the arctic tundra the next day.

The heavy metal doors of the BAU opened, letting the cool air from the hallway sweep across his desk. He shook off the need to chatter his teeth and went back to his paperwork. It was beginning to feel tedious, doing the grunt work of all the agents above him. He knew that next week he would get to start looking at actual cases. After a few months he would be allowed to consult on simple profiles over the phone with small police stations that called for help. Maybe even if he worked hard enough he could make it into the field before he hit his first year-

“Agent Hotchner, over here!” Someone called to him from the outskirts of the space, where the senior agents had their desks. He suppressed a groan at the idea that another file would be added to his seemingly endless pile, but when he looked over at the person who had called him, they weren’t holding out a file.

David Rossi, the senior agent who approved Aaron’s request to join the unit, was walking towards him. Next to the senior agent was you. Aaron had seen you before of course, but he had never taken time to really look at the 14 year old that came into the BAU around 4 PM every day. But now there was no doubt in his mind that you were David Rossi’s daughter- your facial expressions, posture, and the way you walked was nearly identical to your dad’s.

“Agent Rossi,” Aaron stood up from his desk as the two of you approached.

“Please, Aaron,” Rossi said. “Just call me Dave. Now, this is my daughter, (Y/N). (Y/N), this is Agent Hotchner. Now, I have a flight to catch for an emergency case and the TSA is going to be a pain in my ass like they usually are.” He handed Aaron a key. “This is for SUV number 4 in the parking garage. Don’t crash it, but (Y/N) has to meet her friends in 25 minutes and the movie theater is 30 minutes away. Thanks.”

Dave gave Aaron a quick pat on the shoulder and then walked past him, his go-bag in hand, leaving the young agent alone with his daughter. Aaron honestly wasn’t sure whether he should be offended or not.

“Sorry you got put on babysitting duty,” you said, though you didn’t sound apologetic. “But we have to go.” You began to walk off.

Aaron blindly shoved papers into his brief case before following you out the doors of the BAU. “I’ll uh-” He looked down at his watch. “I’ll have to ask where the SUVs are kept-”

“No need.” You walked easily into the elevator and pressed a button. “I know this place like the back of my hand.”

You seemed confident enough in your manner that he didn’t question you. Aaron took a deep breath to try to compose himself. He was usually good at working under pressure, but something like this had never happened to him.

The elevator stopped and you walked off. Aaron followed you. Surely enough, you knew exactly where the SUV was kept. As he drove, you tried to get him to take short cuts to the movie theater, but he refused to listen. Still, you got there on time. He was about to pull up to it when-

“You can just drop me off here,” you said. The theater was about a block away. “I’ll just walk.”

Aaron shook his head. “Your dad trusted me and-”

“And I get made fun of every time I get dropped off somewhere in a government vehicle.”

Aaron looked over at you. The confidence that had shone through before dimmed just a bit. Aaron remembered being 14… thinking about all the things he wished he could do but he couldn’t. He knew that teenage desire to have independence; to be able to call the shots in your own life. 

Honestly, he was experiencing a bit of it right now being new at the BAU- having this need to look good for everyone, wanting to impress those around him, hoping that they’d loosen his leash just a little bit…

“One day what the other kids say about you won't matter,” he said and pulled up in front of the theater to drop you off. “Do you have a ride home?”

“Yeah, my actual babysitter will be here soon,” you replied. “Thanks for the ride, Hotch.”

“Don’t call me that,” he retorted.

You smirked at him before shutting the car door. You walked into the theater, but saw that Hotch was lingering around, just to make sure you really were okay, before finally leaving.

You hurried out to the payphone in front of the theater and dialed the number. “He stuck around for an extra seven minutes,” you said into the phone. “Trusted me enough to follow me to the SUV but didn't budge when I told him it'd be quicker to take the short cut. I'd give him a B+. Maybe an A-.”

You knew that Jason Gideon was smiling on the other end of the phone. “I guess he passed,” your uncle said. “I'll be there to pick you up soon.”

You hung up the phone, your part in the BAU new agent hazing ritual complete. Agent Hotchner had taken enough command, trusted you but not too much, and followed through with your saftey.

Part of you wondered if there was more to the "test" than just a good laugh for Gideon and your dad. Maybe you'd find out one day.

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So here I am in my new apartment In a big city, they just dropped me off It's so much colder than I thought it would be So I tuck myself in and turn my nightlight on

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After finding the letter at Gideon’s cabin, you held Spencer for what felt like hours as he cried. You wanted to cry too, but the shock of it all was too much. It wouldn’t sink in, like your body and mind refused to accept that it had happened.

Spencer left for the bathroom to take a shower. You knew he was probably standing under scorching hot water, trying to wash away the pain of it, or feel something other than grief. Normally you would have gone in and turned the temperature down, but your heart wouldn’t let you.

Right now, all you wanted was some sleep.

You slipped on your most cozy pajamas, tossing your tear-stained clothes in the hamper. The entire apartment felt colder than normal. You went to tuck yourself into bed, but stopped before you could get comfortable. Spencer would get out of the shower eventually and being the gentleman he was, he wouldn’t turn on the light in an effort not to wake you. You slipped out of bed and padded over to the nightlight to turn it on.

The little sparrow had faded in color, but it was still your favorite nightlight. You went to flip the switch, but it didn’t turn on; and for some reason, you knew that it wouldn’t matter if you changed the bulb or not… it wasn’t going to light.

It would never light again.

Whether your heart or your legs crumbled first, you weren’t sure, but you were on the ground. Your body shook and tears fell, but you made no noise. You stayed there, on the cold wooden floor, your head buried in your arms and your legs tucked up to your chest, until a hand fell on your shoulder.

You looked up in the dark to see Spencer, and then turned back to the sparrow that had lost its light forever. He sat down next to you and let you lean into him, his arm wrapping around your shoulder.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked quietly. It was his turn to take care of you now, and he knew that. Sometimes that meant asking you if you wanted to say something, even if you said nothing at all.

You looked at the bird in the darkness, remembering your life… your childhood room, the sound of the door opening when your dad got home, the way your footsteps had grown against the concrete floors of the old BAU headquarters, the wise words that Gideon always spoke. It was before your heart had been broken, before you had been hurt and scarred, before you had been deserted; back when everything was simple.

“I-” you started. “Sometimes I wish I never grew up.”

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Taglist:

@doctorsteeb@saturnluvvr@padsfirewhisky@staygoldsquatchling02@mycoolusernamesstuff@reidstileschishiya

[omgstarks]

Shadow of Doubt (Stephen Strange x Reader)

Summary: A hidden revelation about Stephen's attendance at Christine's wedding casts a shadow of doubt on your relationship, provoking emotions of insecurity and uncertainty.

Warnings: SMUT over 18+ ONLY, creampie, unprotected sex, porn without plot, hint of angst

A/N: this was supposed to be a short, angsty drabble, but I got caught up in the smut oops (but not really) also just wrote quickly so if you see mistakes, what mistakes?

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“Sweetie?” You heard Stephen call from outside the bathroom. You wrapped yourself in a black robe before stepping out to meet him. 

“Stephen.” You gave him a smile, knowing full well that he had just been at Christine’s wedding. It was just last week you noticed a card sticking out from his coat pocket. Upon further inspection, you read it as an invitation card to Christine’s wedding. 

He rarely spoke of her with you, just saying she was an old co-worker who he used to date in his surgeon days. But a part you knew it was something more. From the broken watch he still wore on his arm, to this, you knew very well Christine wasn’t just some ex.

He moved across the room and hugged you tightly. You wondered if he had spoken to her today. If he felt a sense of regret letting her go seeing her in a white dress. If he even loved you. 

“I’ve missed you, sweetie.”

“Yeah? Busy day today?” You replied, trying to remain oblivious. He only nodded, dodging the question all together.

“Just needed to see you.” He kissed your cheek and rested his forehead against yours, holding you by your waist. You grazed your fingers against the side of his face, studying his features carefully. He took your head in his grasp, his fingers weaving through your hair before he kissed you. You leaned into him, submitting to his passionate kisses, moving your lips in tandem of his. 

Stephen pulled away slowly, looking down between you and moved his hands down to the knot at your bathrobe. He slowly loosened it, opening it with ease. He pushed his hands between the silk fabric and touched your bare skin. His warm touch always made you quiver slightly, which he was able to calm with his lips. He leaned down to place a soft kiss on your shoulder before moving his hand around your waist-  squeezing firmly. 

Stephen looked up at you with his cold, blue eyes. It expressed a particular longing expression- one of which you knew he wanted to take this further. He rested his forehead against yours once again as his hand slowly moved down from your stomach. Slow and careful until he brushed his middle finger against your sensitive bud. He pushed it back and forth, teasing your slit until you coated his fingers in your slick. He watched your every reaction intently, gauging when to slow or to move faster.

You bared your neck to him as your head fell back and let out a soft moan.  He continued his work between your legs, moving his lips to latch on your neck. His fingers thrummed against your clit, as they circled around it. 

With the other arm, Stephen wrapped it around your waist and lifted you up, placing you gently down on the bed. He pushed the robe off your shoulders, moving his lips down from your collarbone to your shoulders. He made sure both sides were taken care of, then helped you to lean back onto the bed. 

With a sudden change in pace, he quickly removed his clothes and got on top of you, spreading your legs wide with his knee and settling down between your legs. You looked up at him and saw a primal hunger on his face. Before you knew it, he was pushing his cock into you, desperate to be wrapped in your heat. And you let him. He grunted with every thrust, trying to chase his high. 

You reciprocated his hunger- hooking your legs behind his, pulling him close to you, wanting to be engulfed by him. Although, a part of you still hung on those questions but in this moment, it was only you and him.

He breathed against your temple, his breath hot and wet against your skin. You took his face in your hands, kissing his deeply, you took his bottom lip between your teeth and playfully bit it. This only made Stephen more lustful, his eyes growing darker as he claimed you. 

His movements started to become erratic, almost animalistic as he chased his release. His hold on your waist would probably leave bruises in the morning. The sweat that was beading above his brow fell onto you with every thrust.

He moaned and you could feel his cock throbbing inside you. After a couple more thrusts, he stilled and you could feel his cock twitching with every spurt of his cum.

“Oh fuck-“ He grunted through his teeth before collapsing on top of you. He kissed you messily before rolling off and settling by your side. 

You remained on your back, laying in the silence apart from heavy breaths. After a couple minutes, Stephen turned to you and smiled with closed eyes and an exhausted expression.

“I love you, y/n.” He spoke before drifting off. Your mind lingered on that statement, constantly fighting whether it was really true or not.

A flicker of doubt crossed your face, a silent reflection of the turmoil within your heart. Knowing his secret attendance at Christine's wedding had shattered the trust you had in him and made you question any authenticity of his past and future affections. 

Could you ever truly trust Stephen again? Or would the ghost of Christine forever haunt your relationship, a constant reminder of a love that never truly belonged to you?

[oreosmilkshakes]

Adore You

Pairing: Stephen Strange x fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,038

Warnings: Mild Spoilers for DSMoM! 

A/N: I don’t remember the dialogue so please excuse it :DD. This fic was inspired by a post on Tumblr I saw which said something about Stephen saving the reader from a bad man. I hope ya’ll enjoyed it! (also I wrote this in like an hour and a half and it was more to a fluffy side)

Edit: (also, I found the post! :D)

Comments/feedback are appreciated!

Taglist: NIL

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[Name] never understood the true meaning of love until she met Stephen Strange. The first time she met the Sorcerer, he had saved her before a large concrete debris could squish her during the Black Order’s attack on Earth seven years ago. Unfortunately, she was a victim of the snap and five years of her life were gone, just like that.

In an attempt to gain traction of normality, [Name] spent a majority of her time in New York where she met with Stephen again. Little did they know, it would sprout into a beautiful relationship. A coffee offer turned into a date and a date turned into a two-year healthy relationship. Stephen was the first one to confess. He was ready to let go of his hold on Christine and move on. He found a future with [Name] and he vowed to not mess it up the same way he did with Christine.

It became his biggest regret.

Stephen woke up with a frantic yell, cold sweat coated his bare body. His chest heaved continuously, the nightmare plagued his mind. It felt all too real too. Stephen raised a hand, fingers pushing hair away from his forehead as he forced himself to absorb the experience. Turning to his lover’s side of the bed, he found it to be empty.

“[Name?],” Stephen called out, only silence greeted him. That’s when he realised that [Name] had an early shift in the cafe. The cold was familiar but that doesn’t mean he liked it. Stephen very much prefers waking up next to [Name].

Pushing the duvet off, his attention was caught to his side table, an opened envelope rested against the bedside lamp. Stephen picked it up, mentally slapping himself for almost forgetting about Christine’s wedding. With a wave of his hand, his closet doors opened. But before he did anything else, he picked up his phone. There were ‘work’ emails and texts from Wong. Among all that, Stephen smiled when he spotted her name. He tapped on the message.

[Name]: Good morning, handsome! I left some breakfast for you in the kitchen. Have fun at Christine’s wedding! And send my regards to her

His smile widened at the attached photo of his lover dressed in her barista attire with a fellow colleague. She was winking, tongue sticking out with a peace sign held up beside her head. Shaking his head at her childish yet adorable behaviour, he left his phone to freshen up with [Name] on his mind.

Stephen waved his hand, his tie magically bound itself around his neck. He slipped on the black blazer, smoothing the fabric down. The Cloak levitated by the mirror and with another wave of his hand, the sentient fabric was disguised as a red handkerchief for his breast pocket. He looked good but he was sure he would look better with [Name] on his arm.

Fastening his watch on his wrist, the very same one [Name] gifted him on their first anniversary. Stephen smiled fondly at it, the crystal glinted under the dimmed light. His thumb brushed the leather, shaking his head to snap himself back to reality.

He had better leave or else he would be late for the wedding

Stephen arrived at the church by walking. He prefered this way. He recognised the street too, noticing that just a few blocks down was the cafe [Name] worked at. He made a mental note to pick her up after the wedding, only then reminding himself that she would end her shift around the time of the reception.

He walked past the doors, the church was bustling lightly with guests of the wedding. Stephen looked around- He always knew how much Christine loved simplicity. He chose to sit a short distance from the altar, just to watch Christine and her new husband share their vows.

He took his seat, waiting patiently until the ceremony began. When the doors opened, flower girls led the bride, littering flowers in the path she walked. The guests stood, Stephen included. Christine had a big smile on her lips as she held the bouquet of flowers in her hands, walking down the aisle.

Their eyes briefly met and Stephen knew that old Stephen would still be in love with her. But he wasn’t. He loved [Name] with all his heart.

However, Stephen couldn’t help but imagine this wedding to be his own with [Name]. ‘When the time is right,’ The Sorcerer thought, his focus brought back to the wedding.

The reception was at an adjacent building to the church. Stephen was alone, sipping on a martini when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned, meeting with the new bride.

A soft smile spread on his lips.

“Christine,”

“Stephen,”

“Congratulations on the wedding,”

Christine smiled, adjusting her gown.

“Thank you,”

Silence.

“So..I saw that you were alone. Where’s [Name]?,” She began.

Stephen set his drink down.

“Last minute shift at work. She sends her regard,”

Christine laughed lightly, nodding.

“I’ll be sure to thank her when I see her again. Although, I hope the next wedding I attend is yours and [Name]’s,” Christine teased.

Stephen found himself growing more and more comfortable with these light and almost teasing conversations with Christine. He hated past Stephen’s treatment of her but he had the time to fix their relationship. It was good probably because [Name] forced him to set it all right and Stephen loved her more for that.

A woman tapped on Christine’s shoulder, whispering something to her before leaving.

The shorter woman looked up at Stephen.

“I have to go. Enjoy the rest of the reception,” And she left, leaving Stephen to order another glass of martini.

For the next two hours, Stephen forced himself to mingle around. He wasn’t surprised to find fans of him attending the wedding too and he was humble to be their favourite. He was on his fifth martini and he looked down at his watch. He needed some fresh air so he left for the balcony.

The warm sun struck his face and Stephen sighed softly in relief. He looked down below, watching New Yorkers go about their day as well as vehicles cluttering the street below.

As his eyes scanned the street below, he spotted a distant figure looking all too familiar. It was [Name], bag clutched to her chest and another man pestering her by the looks of it.

Stephen’s eyes darken, fingers gripping the stem of the martini glass.

[Name] thanked her manager for the early release. It was two in the afternoon and she was exhausted from the lunch crowd. She held her bag close, leaving the cafe hastily in the direction of the Sanctorum. Greenwich Village wasn’t big so everything was within walking distance, probably.

[Name] had a spring in her step as she walked, excited to see Stephen at home looking all handsome in his suit. Stephen had dropped her a photo of his wear for the wedding and she had to excuse herself to the back of the cafe to swoon to herself. Despite their two years of relationship, [Name] could never get enough of Stephen and he was the same. She imagined him looking magically handsome in their imagined wedding, an audible sigh escaping her lips.

However, her little dream bubble was interrupted when a man tapped on her shoulder.

“Hey, miss! Sorry but I can’t help but notice you. You’re really pretty, you know that?”

Uncomfort grew largely in her chest, swallowing as [Name] tried to ignore the pesky man but to no avail.

She walked faster and even if she did, the man caught up to her.

“Hey come on now, pretty lady. Don’t ignore me like that,” He grinned an ugly grin and she turned to him.

“Leave me alone,” She snapped, rolling her eyes.

This wasn’t her first time being approached by men who clearly couldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. The other two times, Stephen was there to protect her but right now, [Name] was alone and she had to protect herself. A last result method would be the little device Stephen gave you to protect yourself.

It was a little spray tube that when sprayed at, the victim would fall asleep on the spot.

[Name] rummaged her bag for the little tube but she didn’t feel anything. Did she leave it at home?

‘Of all the days,’ [Name] groaned.

[Name] felt a hand caught her wrist and she tensed as the man had that same ugly smile on his face.

“Come on! Just try to get to know me, yeah? I’m really a good guy,”

He had a vice grip to her wrist and the more [Name] struggled, the more her wrist hurt.

Stephen has had enough. He downed the last of his drink, turning to politely return the glass to a waiting staff. Grabbing his handkerchief, he flicked it out, the Cloak was out of its disguise. Stephen vaulted off the balcony, the Cloak wrapped around his shoulders to save its master. He switched his suit for his blue robes, swiftly flying down to [Name]. Wedding guests and nearby passersby gasped at the mini show, watching as Doctor Strange heroically save a woman.

He grabbed the man by the collar, pulling him off the woman.

[Name] winced, rubbing her wrist, stepping away to give Stephen some space.

“Listen here, asshole. I don’t appreciate you treating my woman like that. Hell, or any woman like that. It doesn't hurt to treat them with some decency and respect,” Stephen growled, blue eyes dark with pools of fiery anger hiding behind them.

He tightened his grip to the frightened man’s collar.

“If I ever see you disrespecting anyone else, I will do so much worse than this. Now leave,” Stephen hissed, shoving the man back and just before he could run, the Cloak gave his head a final,  hard smack as a form of warning.

He wasted no time picking [Name] up bridal style, the woman squeaked in embarrassment from the sudden act that she buried her face in Stephen as he flew back to the Sanctorum.

Stephen set her down on her feet, his hands held her waist as [Name] let out a heavy sigh of relief. Her cheeks were still red and hair was a slight mess from the wind.

“Thank you..I was beginning to think he was never going to go away,”

Stephen cracked a small smile, a hand moving up to cup her cheek.

“Don’t thank me. I was nearby,”

[Name] squinted hard before snapping her finger.

“Right! Christine’s wedding was close. Oh, thank you so much, honey,”

She leaned up, giving him a tight hug and a sweet kiss to his cheek.

All anger Stephen felt dissipated into nothingness, heart cooled from the affectionate gesture. His other hand held [Name]’s wrist, the one where the man held tightly. It was red and felt relieved when he noted that it would not bruise.

“I’m alright, Stephen,”

“I know, baby, but I just have to check,”

[Name] smiled. He cared so much and she felt so loved by how much she cared for him. She was no hero but she did her very best in only giving Stephen the best form of love he could receive from her.

Stephen’s hand moved to her waist again, gripping it tightly before leaning in until their foreheads touched. He leaned in further.

[Name] laughed lightly, leaning in for a kiss too.

But a heavy shake of the ground pulled both out of their little world.

“What was that?”

Stephen pulled away completely, rushing towards the edge of the roof to look down below.

In the distant street, people were screaming and running away from something.

“Trouble. I have to go,” Stephen levitated, ready to leave.

“Wait!” [Name] rushed to Stephen, tugging him down. She planted a kiss to his lips, giggling lightly from the tickle of his goatee against her chin.

“I love you. Now go save New York, Doctor Strange!” She cheered, stepping back. She waved to Stephen, the Sorcerer had a wide smile and never has she seen Stephen Strange smile so widely, especially one filled with so much love and adoration.

[sagidaviswrites]

Just Come Home

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Female! Reader

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. 

Part 2 posted here 

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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 beautiful chapels. 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 you and Stephen, no doubt. Not bothering to say any sort of thanks, you quickly opened the door and slipped out of the vehicle, your 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 you. “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.” 

[getlostsquidward]

Goodnight My Love

Stephen Strange x Variant!Reader

A/N: Title and overall vibe of the fic is from this song, also did a twist on that infamous line.

Summary: Aside from a universe where he has a ponytail, Stephen stumbles on one where he had something that not once did he imagine having.

Warnings: Multiverse of Madness spoilers, dialogues from the movie. Angst.

“They’re not coming back, and you just cast your vote now to kill your friends.”

Something crossed Stephen’s mind.

“Not that it ever bothered you before. You know, you hated me where I came from. And I bet secretly, ‘my brother’, you hated me here,” Stephen taunts, hoping that Mordo loses his cool, and fall for his bait. “You must have been so jealous. You know what, I think you were thrilled when you heard I’ve been corrupted– hell, you probably gave me the Darkhold to begin with.”

“You know nothing about this universe!” Mordo pointed a finger at him. “I don’t even know what the hell Y/N has seen in you. You’re so full of yourself and she–”

“I know that killing Stephen Strange is your ticket to getting to Sanctum, to becoming Sorcerer Supreme, and to joining your little circus of clowns, the Illuminati. And it’s so you can have Y/N, isn’t it? Even this universe’s you had feelings for her. Turns out I was right all along.”

“You don’t deserve her. You don’t know how hard it is for her to accept that you betrayed her and your–”

Maybe. That was actually one thing they can agree with, but hearing it from someone else, especially from him– leaves a bad taste in Stephen’s mouth.

“That’s enough, Master Mordo.”

Stephen became alert at the sound of the newcomer’s all-too-familiar voice. He stayed rooted in his spot, his heart beating wildly in his chest. After all, he’s gone through in a short span of time– traveling through the multiverse; meeting variants of himself, Christine, Mordo–he wasn’t ready for this, he wasn’t ready to see your face after all these years. Or more accurately, he was scared of the surge of emotions that will run through him at the sight of you.

The sound of calculated footsteps echoed in the room, even that was so undeniably Y/N’s.

Stephen’s breath hitched. A lump on his throat formed even though he really wants to say something, anything.

“Can you give us a minute, Master Mordo?”

“Are you sure? He’s dangerous–”

“Please.”

Mordo hesitated, looking back and forth between the two of you so busy staring at each other. Wordlessly, he made his way out of the room.

“I believe they’ve told you what happened to our Stephen.”

Straight to the point, he thought. “Yes.”

Y/N’s blank face faltered, her mask shredding revealing her emotions. The tears in her eyes had started falling.

“I knew I could never get mad at you even after you did what you did. And I know that you’re not– you’re not my Stephen, and it’s not you who betrayed us, but seeing you now just confirmed it.”

Her hands reached out to cup Stephen’s face but stopped before even doing so. Y/N’s hand is trembling.

She clutched her fist, and punched Stephen’s chest, devoid of a force to it. It isn’t Y/N’s intention to hurt him, after all.

As soon as Stephen heard what his variant on this universe has done, he knew how grim it was, but he never thought of how it had affected your variant. After all, he didn’t know what the two of you were in this universe.

In his own, back home, you were lovers, but not quite– Stephen had always danced around his feelings for you, always took one step forward, three steps back. A girl could only take so much, and that had driven you away from him, for good. You had even relinquished your post as a Master of the New York Sanctum, leaving him behind with “Be happy, Stephen.”

“I know this isn’t the time to ask this, but what are we in your universe?”

“We… we loved each other. But I pushed you away.”

Y/N chuckled. “I guess that’s what every Stephen has in common.”

Stephen smiled at the sound of her laughter.

“There’s just one thing that I regret, you know?”

His eyebrows furrowed. “What is it?”

Y/N looked down, and took a deep breath before saying, “That you weren’t able to see your son.”

Stephen’s eyes widened. Setting aside the fact that he heard her not use “my” or “our” Stephen like how she did earlier, what Y/N had just said has left him dumbfounded.

“We have a… son,” he whispered, more to himself than to Y/N.

He still can’t process the new information. He couldn’t imagine himself having a child– a family, and not long ago he just uttered the words “This is why I never had kids” and now here he is, faced with the reality that in the grand calculus of the multiverse, he has a child.

Y/N stood there watching him visibly have an existential crisis, taking a bit of humor from it.

“Pretty surprising, isn’t it? It’s not very Stephen-like. I bet you didn’t imagine– or plan to have a child yourself.”

“Yup,” he answered, popping the p. “If it’s not too much to ask… did I know?”

“Yes, we were expecting, but then Thanos happened. And… you know the rest.”

“Are we…” Stephen trailed off, a mix of emotions swirling in his chest.

“Married?”

Y/N took the necklace hidden in her robes, showing Stephen the golden band. “A small ceremony in Kamar-Taj. Wong officiated,” she smiled in nostalgia, but her eyes were gloomy, longing.

“I guess I was a bit less of a coward in this universe,” Stephen whispered.

“I don’t know about that.”

--

Stephen reached for Y/N as he came back in his own body. “You alright?”

“It’s over?”

“Yeah.”

“Is America okay?” Y/N asked worriedly.

“She’s on her way here to get us.”

Y/N sighed in relief. “And Wanda?”

Stephen shook his head, “No.”

The two of them turned to look at the Darkhold near them when it emitted a red light, similar to Wanda’s. They stood up as they watch it burn into thin air. Stephen then realized that Wanda did the right thing, destroying the Darkhold in every universe.

The darkness in the Sanctum clears out, the specks of matter colliding with each other disappearing.

“What’s your universe like?” Y/N queried, curious, but full of wonder.

“It’s very beautiful.”

“Hmm,” she hummed, thinking if there’s a universe where they’re all happy. All three of them, together. As sorcerers, or as non-superpowered humans living a normal domestic life, anything.

“I wish I could show you.”

“I’d really like that… But I have to go, our– my son is waiting for me.”

“Yeah, yeah I know,” Stephen sighed. He knows what your answer would be, but one could hope, right? “And I know I’m not in the right place to say this, but I suddenly felt the need to defend myself–him, I mean. Your Stephen. This is just a theory, but I think he did what he did would be best for the child. He wanted his kid to live in a safer world, so if being corrupted by the Darkhold and getting the book of Vishanti to defeat Thanos, if betraying the Illuminati was the key, it didn’t matter what the consequences are once he opened the door. That's why he accepted his demise wholeheartedly.”

As soon as those words came out of his mouth, one person crossed his mind. Tony.

He said once that in the grand calculus of the multiverse, their sacrifice means infinitely more than their lives. Now he truly understood what that meant.

Y/N pondered Stephen’s notion. “I didn’t tell him who his father was. All he knows is your first name. Stephen.”

And it’s as if the multiverse was toying with her, the child developed an admiration towards the Earth’s mightiest hero, Doctor Stephen Strange, who saved the world against Thanos. He would always visit Doctor Strange’s statue on his way to school.

When asked why, he said that “Mister doctor has the same name as my dad. I bet dad was as cool as him too!”

“He is. His dad is cool,” Stephen smirked playfully. “Or maybe I’m just being biased.”

A glowing silver light appeared, indicating that America had found them.

“Are you happy?” Y/N asked, staring at the star-shaped portal America made.

Your voice had echoed in his mind. ‘Be happy.’ He’s tired of dancing around, he’s tired of running from his fears. “No, I’m not,” Stephen faced Y/N, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “But I will be. And you will.”

Y/N closed her eyes, leaning against Stephen’s touch. A lone tear escapes her eyes. “I’m holding on to that, Stephen.”

The sorcerer cupped Y/N’s face and pressed a chaste kiss on her forehead. A promise.

“So long, Stephen,” she smiled as they broke away. This smile has been different from the ones she had shown earlier. This one was more, genuine.

Stephen went over to the other side of the portal, but America wasn’t closing it yet– she feels that there was still something that Y/N wants to say, so she waited.

“Thank you for letting me say goodbye, my love.”

Goodnight my love

Know I love you

Someday in time, I'll get to hold you

Inside my arms, it's long overdue

Goodbye, my love, I'll see you soon

--

Stephen walked along the busy street of Greenwich Village; hands buried in his pockets. He looked up at the statue dedicated to his variant. Most people only passed by, but one person had stood beside him.

He didn’t need to look to know who it was. They both spent some quiet time around, neither one speaking until Stephen asked. “What’s your name, kid?”

“Vincent... You?”

A very few people had known of his middle name.

The kid looked up at Stephen, a spitting image of his face staring back at him.

The child’s eyes widened a fraction, but he doesn’t seem so surprised. “I’ve seen you before. I always see my mom talking to your picture, when she thinks I can’t see her,” the boy paused, clutching the strap of his backpack. “You don’t have a beard in those pictures, though. But… you’re my dad, aren’t you?”

He couldn’t help but feel proud. Smart kid. “Yes.”

Vincent mumbled a faint “knew it” but the sorcerer heard him. “Hi, Dad,” he greeted, his voice small, almost shy.

Dad.

Technically speaking, he wasn’t the father of this kid, but a warm and fluttery feeling flooded his chest. It feels nice.

Stephen carried the child, placing him atop his shoulders.

“You ready?”

Vincent nodded eagerly, and Stephen could already see how bright and beautiful his smile was, just like his mother’s.

After several laps of running and chasing around the park, along with Stephen showing off his magic, when tiredness has finally caught on to the kid.

“Do you want to go home?” Stephen murmured, seeing Vincent yawning and his eyes drooping.

“Mm-hmm.”

Heavy footsteps running down the stairs can be heard from the kitchen, its bearer wasting no time to reach the other person in the house.

“Baby, didn’t I tell you not to run down and up the stairs? You might trip and fall, then I’m going to have to take you to the doctors,” Y/N reminded. “You hate doctors, don’t you?”

“But mom!!! I saw dad, in my dreams,” Vincent said excitedly, his blue eyes twinkling, full of emotions.

Y/N’s heart soared, both for herself and Vincent. Stephen did hold on to his promise, and it makes her so euphoric she could burst into tears right now.

She kneeled to pat the boy’s head. “Really? Did he say something?”

“Dad said he loves us… he loves us in every universe.”

–

tags: @s1xthirty @apricxtt @pianogirl2121

[arkytiorwrites]

Day 1: Beneath A Moonless Sky

Sinister Strange x Reader

Staring out into the vortex that was the only source of light in this dying universe, I waited for my captor to reveal themselves.

I knew my occupation as a dimension hopper would lead me into some form of trouble, but never something like this. I could only guess that the one who held me was a sorcerer of Karma Taj, considering I had been put in an entrapment ring inside the once magnificent New York Sanctum Sanctorum.

Ears pricking get the faint sound of footsteps, I snorted dryly, "Took you long enough. So, what's it going to be. “How did you get here?" “This is impossible.” Or the old-fashioned "At last, your powers" - "

I cut myself off as I turned and saw who had been foolish enough to even attempt to trap me.

It was Stephen Strange. Only, he appeared far more ragged and haunted than the last time I'd seen him.

I chuckled softly before confessing, "I should have known that you'd be here, I should have known it all along. This whole arrangement bears your stamp; you're in each nuance of this spell."

Incandescent rage filled me at the audacity of this man. How dare he drag me back to this hellhole of a universe after he had made it perfectly clear that I was nothing to him. After he had caused me to do something that no other being had. He had made me cry. " How dare you try and claim me now? " I hissed. " How dare you come invade my life?"

Coming closer to the circle, Stephen whispered, "If you could know the pain I've known, then you would know I had no choice. My Y/N."

Laughing harshly, I fired back, "Your Y/N? I was yours one brief night long ago. Long ago, with a man that I have never known!"

Closing his eyes as he accepted the truth of my words, Stephen couldn't help but put in the last word. "Ah, Y/N, you came and found where I hid, don’t you deny that you did, that long ago night!”

“That night?" I asked rhetorically as I turned my back on the sorcerer to gaze into the vortex. "That night was a mistake."

It was silent before Stephen confessed, "It wasn't for me."

"This isn't a romcom, Strange. I'm not gonna come running back just cuz you pay attention to me,” I snarled coldly.

"I'm aware, Angel - "

“You lost the privilege to call me that."

"Y/N please," Stephen begged. "That night, beneath a moonless sky. It was too dark to see, too dark to even try. You stole to my side, asking me not to let you go."

“Don't," I warned. “Don't you dare.”

I finally turned on him to show him the magic struggling to be released behind my eyes.

"You don't get to talk about that night like it meant something to you.”

The sorcerer fell silent as the weight of his actions finally hit him. He finally understood that he had hurt you and hurt you horribly.

You turned your back to him, wrapping your arms tightly around yourself.

"When it was done, before the sun could rise. Ashamed of what I am, afraid to see your eyes," he confessed.

"I stood while you slept and whispered a goodbye. I slipped into the dark, beneath a moonless sky.”

You were quiet for so long, Stephen feared that you had completely shut down.

Then he heard you whisper, "I loved you."

“What?" he asked hoarsely, a knife sinking into his heart at the words.

"Yes, I loved you!” you snapped, still not turning. "I'd have followed anywhere you led. I woke to swear my love but found you'd gone instead.”

“I loved you to," he admitted, the knife twisting even more. "And I left you. Yet I had to. But that night I won't regret, from now until I die. The night I can't forget, beneath a moonless sky."

You still didn't respond, yet your body was minutely shaking. Stepping closer until he was almost touching the trapping circle.

"And now?" he asked softly, silently praying to any god that was left that you would choose to stay; that he wouldn't be alone anymore.

“How can you talk of now?" you demanded, your voice shaking.

You turned to face him once more. In that moment, Stephen knew that he had destroyed any hope he had long ago. Tears trailed down your cheeks, and there was so much pain in your eyes.

“How can you talk of now? For us . . . there is no now.”

With a snap of her fingers and a violent flash of green and purple light, the circle shattered, and you vanished from his world without a trace.

[websterss]

𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄 — 𝐓𝐎𝐌!𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Dr. Strange tells Peter that in every existing universe you don’t make it, yet the multiverse has other plans.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): Angst, mentions of dying, fluff, happy ending!

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2,045

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Tom!Peter Parker x fem!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: Hope you enjoy it! ♡

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“I think it might benefit you, Y/n, if you just went home.” Dr. Strange brushed past you barely acknowledging you.

“Home? In the midst of all this, no way!” You exclaimed.

“Trust me kid you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”

“Are you forgetting who fought along side the Avengers, watched a quarter of her family die, and had to watch her own dad die a hero’s death.” Your eyes glistened with water as you stood tall against the wizard before you. “Like hell! I’m staying.”

“Your funeral…” He sighed feeling that there was no use in trying to convince you to leave.

“What does that mean?” Peter perked up. There was a drop in his stomach as he looked at Stephen confused. His choice of words did not sit well with him.

“Hmm?”

“You said…it’s your funeral, why’d you have to say it that way?” Your eyes darted between the two of them. Your heart accelereated just a little. Peter had a point.

“No reason…” Dr. Stranged nonchalantly shrugged.

“See now that makes me think that there is a reason.” Peter frowned. Dr. Strange gave a side look before looking at the ground. Peter’s back straightened out. “Stephen what are you not telling us?”

“You know…” He began. “You know about the multiverse theory right?” He looked over to Peter who nodded.

“Yeah, the possibility of there being infinite numbers of universes that exist.”

“Well you might want to accept that theory soon because we’ve unleashed hell.”

“Okay, I get that but…what does that have to do with Y/n?” MJ’s eyebrows furrowed.

“So for instance. Say there’s another world like ours only slightly different with changed variations. While you may think Peter is the only Spider-Man. There’s another universe that has a Peter Parker who is Spider-Man.”

“What’s the difference?” You crosed your arms over your chest.

“Maybe the way they look, but for some reason you’re the only person that looks the same in each universe.”

“So let me get this straight…” You stopped him. “You’re saying that somewhere out there. Is another me?”

“Yes.” Dr. Strange nodded.

“Okay see that I do get, but why did you say… it’s your funeral?” You squinted your eyes. Dr. Strange closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Cause you die!”

Peter, Ned, MJ, and you all flinch at his sudden outburst.

“What?” You mutter out.

“In every existing universe with you in it…you die. That’s your fate, no matter how many times you try to change it. So go home while you can.” He sighed. He regretted telling you as he watched your shoulders slump.

Peter felt his heart drop. He turned his head to look at you. You only stared emotionless at the ground.

“Y/n-” Peter was about to grab your arm gently, but you stopped him.

“Did you know my dad was gonna die?” You said out of curiousity. His death never really sat right with you. There was a gut wrenching ache inside you every time you thought back to that day. His face haunted your nightmares, while his last words repeated over like a broken record in your head.

Dr. Strange’s silence spoke louder than his words ever could.

You nodded, biting your lip. Your eyes glistened. “And you did nothing.” You scowled at him. You composure was breaking. “A little birdy told me you said there was only one chance that we won against Thanos. Yet why do I feel that that might not have been the only possible outcome?” You glared up at the man before you.

“It was the only way-” Dr. Strange tried.

“Now you’re telling me that I die, no matter what, and there’s nothing we can’t do about it.” You scoffed. “No! I won’t accept that. I’m not going out- just because you say so. I’m changing my fate.” You spoke firmly. “To hell with fate!” You left it at that and walked out of the Sanctum Sanctorum. Dr. Strange sighed then looked over at the remaining teenagers. He mostly directed what he was about to say towards Peter.

“Don’t let her out of your sight.”

Peter clenched his jaw and nodded firmly.

-

To hell with fate. Those were your words, and now it seems that they were coming back to bite you in the ass.

Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as your fingers couldn’t grab the metal pole fast enough. Ned watched as you and MJ fell.

You couldn’t really scream. You knew you could, but nothing came out. You felt lightheaded as you free fell. You always told Peter how scared you were of falling. It’s why you hardly let him swing you around New York. The correct term for your fear was Ptophobia. Peter knew it by heart since you liked to remind him on every swing.

“You know what Ptophobia is? No? Well, I’m going through the motions right now– P-ETER!” You would cling to him every time he pretended to drop you for laughs.

Yet this time Peter wasn’t laughing and you- were really falling.

“Y/N!” Peter yelled as he caught MJ’s hand. He sat her down on a platform and dove after you. “Y/N!”

The distance between his hand and yours had you mentally preparing yourself for the worst to come as you rushed towards the ground. The sight of him came and went with each second passing by. Then he wasn’t visible anymore. You had closed your eyes.

“No!”

You’re not sure why you had closed your eyes. You have had multiple occasions where you were faced with the brink of death. Yet there was something about dying by the thing you fear the most that scared you. Closing your eyes felt instinctively right. You considered it a way to lessen the idea that you were going to splatter on the cement ground below in under however many seconds you had left. It was just a matter of when now. Seconds before your bones would break amongst the collision of the hard ground and your body.

But it never happened…

There was a pull on your extended hand. You gasped. Your eyes widened as you felt your body jolt in surprise.

Your Peter shot out a web to stop him from falling. He clutched at where his heart was and let out a sigh of relief. He was going through so many emotions he teared up a bit.

You didn’t even really process the fact someone saved you. You were too busy looking down at what seemed to be a hundred or more feet between you and the ground.

“Ahh!” You yelled.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t look down if I were you.” You finally looked up and it was not the person you were expecting. The questionable and unfamiliar voice had your eyes practically falling out of their sockets. You panicked and in doing so you slipped out of your hero’s grasp. So you fell again.

Yet he caught you.

“I got you!” He held you by the arm. “Woah, hey you’re alright.” He tried his best to calm you down. “Why don’t we take some deep breaths, yeah.” He nodded hoping you would too. “In and out, okay. Let’s start now!” You were too overwhelmed to argue with this Spidey imposter that you ended up inhaling for 5 and exhaling for 6. “See that wasn’t so bad. You’re a natural! You okay?”

“I uh, you, I-I have Ptophobia.” You stammered then gulped. You looked down and your eyes widened.

“Gesundheit.” He tilted his head.

“N-No, it means I-“ Your words came out jumbled.

“I know.” He laughed. You could hear his smile through the mask. He pulled you up and placed you down on a sturdy-looking platform.

Once you were on your feet again you finally got a good look at your savior. A similar suit, similar spider emblem, you just needed to know who the guy behind the mask was.

“I uh, thank you? I’m sorry. I really don’t know what to say, I just learned multiple universes exist, and then you just, what? - really thought the wizard was talking bull.” You half-heartedly laughed.

“Can’t say I’m at lost for words either cause I am…you’re supposed to be dead.” He trailed off. He tilted his head. Probably examining you from head to toe.

“So I’ve been told!” You answered curtly. “Thanks for changing my fate though.” You gestured over his shoulder where the drop continued. “Y-You did well…” You nodded and gave him a thumbs up.

“Well you know…lightning never strikes twice in the same place.” He walked up to you slowly.

“No, guess not.” You giggled, then noticed lightning in the distance. “He might strike it in the same place though.” Your shoulders tensed. You watched him make a fist. His shoulders were straightened. He was on high alert. You tapped his shoulder catching his attention. “W-What’s your name?” You smiled gently.

He whipped his head around to face you. He chuckled then removed the mask from his face. You gasped slightly in amazement.

“Cute.” You were so out of it you didn’t register the fact you said that out loud. Your eyes grew big, yet he found your embarrassed state amusing.

“Peter Parker, nice to meet you, Y/n.” You glanced out at his extended gloved hand. Then gently shook it. You couldn’t believe it. Two Peter Parkers had somehow made their way into your life. You looked away to stare at the lightning and clouded night sky.

Yet this Peter’s laugh tore your attention away from the sky. He had quickly looked away biting his lip to keep him from letting out another laugh.

“What?” You smiled at his weird behavior.

“Nothing, it’s- it’s nothing.” He brushed it off, but now you had to know what caused him to have a fit of giggles.

“It doesn’t seem like nothing. What is it?”

He sighed, blew a raspberry, then mustered the courage to tell you. “You uh, you still scrunch your nose when you’re uh when you space out. It’s been 3 years since I last saw you do that.” Your mouth opened and closed not knowing what to say. Peter shook his head. “It’s still adorable…”

Your heart skipped a beat hearing him say these things to do.

“I bet you miss her.” You offered him a smile.

“Everyday.”

There was a rumble and crack going off in the distance. Peter put his mask back on and looked towards the water. “Hey I’m gonna need you to stay here-” He was cut off by the rush of you colliding against his chest. He grunted as he steadied the both of you. You had hugged him. He was taken aback, but then quickly embraced you, his arms sitting on the mid of your back. You didn’t seem to protest against him tightening his hold. So he took it as a green light to let his masked face fall into the crook of your neck.

“Thank you.” He mumbled out.

“I thought you could use one.” You laughed softly. You pulled away first and stared at his masked face.

The sudden thwip sound of Peter’s web was behind you and this Peter. You turned around and laughed out in relief to see your Peter. He choked back a sob as you walked over to him and let him melt into your arms

“I thought I lost you.” He mumbled into your hair.

“I’m okay.” You reassured him. “Spider-Man saved me.” You pulled back to gesture to the other Peter Parker behind you two. Your Peter finally looked up and saw himself or another version of himself at least.

“Peter meet…Peter?” You scrunched your nose. Not knowing how to go about this interaction.

“This is just-” Your Peter began.

“Weird right?” The other Peter finished.

“Yeah…Hey um, thank you, for saving her.”

“I’m just glad to know I was able to save you this time.” His words were heavy on the heart, but he truly did mean it.

“She, me? Would be proud of you, Peter.” You reassured him. Then turned to face your Peter. You laid your head on his shoulder as he held you close. “I know I am.”

[futureplayboibunnie]

‘Attention’

Dr Strange x fem!reader

- i got a few requests for more enemies to lovers Dr Dilf smut so here’s another spin on it. i started this one ages agoooo but it was just sitting in my drafts. love ya enjoy xx

Your mind was burning with embarrassment and regret. Eyes wild. Pacing from corner to coner in order to find your missing clothes strewn all over the floor of Stephen Strange's bedroom. You had found yourself being awoken to whisps of light blurring your peripheral and in Stephen's bed. You were naked. He was naked. Panic started to settle into you and your mind went in a state of permanent static. You weren't in the mood for glute jokes.

This was a very very bad situation. The thing is you and Stephen were like cat and dog, constantly arguing, clashing horns at every given opportunity. It was a permanent hellscape. His heart was made of pure arsenic. You hated every part of him, well...every part of him except his dick apparently.

The party last night...you couldn't remember much, you sent the entire time trying to recollect everything while shimmying your clothes back on. Jesus. The man tore off your bra, the clasps were ripped. You imagined he got down and dirty fairly quickly, the liquor spurring you both on did wonders.

You could recall throwing a drink in Stephen's face. You were drunk and he was fairly tipsy, you remembered him scolding you and grabbing you by the wrist, eyes thinned and glassy, enflamed with rage and you can remember exactly how that made you feel...hot and wet.

Stephen thought you were a devious mental. Veins so tinged in hatred for him you would do anything to snuff him out like a dirty cigarette, you never got along with him even though you tried at first. By some spectacular miracle you had got him in bed. You remember it felt really really good but it'll be a cool day in hell and the planes would freeze over before you would admit that to anybody, to him especially. The morning light was bouncing off of every artifact adorned wall, the billowing breeze of the slightly opened window cooping through it all.

You finally got your heels back on and you stopped in your tracks for a moment to remark at his sleeping form.

His eyes were sealed closed, hair messy against the pillow as he breathed in and out slowly, his chest rising and falling with every exhale. You squinted slightly as you headed for the door, Stephen's arm was above him and resting against the back of his head, his torso and rippling muscles on bare display. He looked at peace, for once, when he was sleeping. Almost pretty. You recoiled when you caught yourself gawking at him in his slumber. You finally found your way out and tiptoed back to your own room in the Compound.

When Stephen awoke, his heart started to thump against his cool skin and he felt ungulfed in eternal dread. Shit. His eyes darted under the covers and he was unpleased to see that he was naked. He was naked with you...and you weren't here.

He perched himself up and gazed at the indent on the pillow next to him that the shape of your frame made.

He was embarrassed and full of internal rage. He let himself fall into bed with you, even though he was positive his hatred for you could travel beyond the physical borders and peramiters of time itself. Stephen's dick ruled over his head for once and it made him angry, to lose his inhibitions like that was unprofessional and quite frankly ridiculous. He was as serious as he was a hardass and he couldn't be so untrustworthy to have fucked you, his word would lose credibility. He said he hated you, yet he banged you? Never in a million years would he have imagined it. Stephen pulled his boxers back and up and buried his face in his hands and let out an eternal grunt before carding his fingers through his hair. Stephen looked up and he saw that you left your little clutch from last night, your bag that you probably left accidentally.

Stephen padded to the clutch you left on his spellbook ridden desk, he felt wrong for going through your things but he lacked the intuition to care about the karma he was probable to face. His fingers twitched to open it up and when he did his mood strayed. He found a tube of lipgloss, peach flavoured, a small vial of perfume, sweet and sugary scented; but his eyes widened whem he found that you stuffed a thong along with them. Wow. That's...suggestive, he wondered why you had an extra pair along with you, maybe because you wanted a backup incase a man that had a sex drive of an aphrodesiac ripped your main pair off with their teeth...like Stephen. He quirked an eyebrow when he closed it back up. He just needed to put this wild night behind him and forget about this one night stand.

Throughout the day, the meetings and the training were not serving as a distraction from the events the night before entertained. If anything they exasterbated his thoughts tenfold. Through one mission briefing, his eyes kept wandering to you, you were on the other side of the table staring off intently into the abyss, you obviously weren't picking up anything because you were absolved in your own little world and inane thoughts too. With every moment Stephen was near you, you began picking up more and more moments of the night you and him shared; it was hotter than you remember, he was...uhm...very good actually. He knew how to work his hands over you, he gripped onto you relentlessly, the bruises on your skin was a reminder of that. His small glances turned into prolonged stares, his eye twitched when you bit your lip, glazing your tongue over your bottom lip. He remembered exactly how you worked your tongue and sweet mouth over his dick. Stephen tried to shake the thought our of his head but he couldn't help it.

Stephen was getting slighty annoyed though and he wasn't sure why he was feeling this way. Every hour that passed was another man that would feel the need to gawk at you, brushing their hands past you and wanting you in bed with them. Flirting with you. Stephen was upset with himself, he found himself quirking his eyebrow at every agent that was walking with you or talking with you. It was strange, he spent one night with you and now he was gaping at you and feeling a twinge of, dare he think it, jealousy? Because of another guy talking to you? Jesus Christ, he was seriously getting emotionally dense AND delicate, he was really letting himself go and you were the object of it.

You were panicking again. The cold and distant stars in the night sky frowning upon you when you were figuring up ways to take you clutch back, you didn't want to talk to him ever again, not after that morning of futile and unmoving embarrassment. You knew in Stephen's mind that leaving your bag was en excuse to see him again, serving as a prominent ego boost to his already blooming narcissistic tendancies. You were filled with disdain but you needed it back; more importantly you needed your underwear back. It was your favourite pair and you were prone to throwing a hissyfit over it. You perched yourself at his door before finally knocking on it. You let out a huff when you saw him, creaking the door open on its hinges. You were met with Stephen's awkward, stern and equally confused face. You pushed passed him with a grunt, meeting his impossibly hard bicep as you sauntered into his room like you owned the place.

‘’Where's my clutch Strange?’’ You asked coldly, not seeing your bag in your eyeline. ‘’I don't want an argument, I just want it back.’’

‘’Oh please. Just walk in like you own the place.’’ stephen slammed his door in a fit of rage.

‘’I think I've already christened it with my presence since you fucked me in this very room. I think I have a right to want my fucking bag back.’’ Your smile was venemous when you twirled yourself around to meet his inssesant cold glare.

‘’We're not talking about it.’’ He tried to dismiss you and this strange confrontation mostly because he wanted to forget that stupid night where nothing should have happened...but it did happen. He couldn't change that.

‘’Yes we are because you've been giving me that Stephen Strange Serious Stare all day. Hell, I'm just as embarrassed as you are about all of it, being a hypocrite and all is not a good look on me.’’ You swiftly turned your back around in order to ransack his room and find your stupid bag, it was a simple task, one that shouldn't take this much time. When you turned he saw the marks on your skin, the darkening purple bites that he was sure he gave you, it made a wash of possessiveness cover him- it was like a marker of him being there on you. Kissing you. Fucking you as if he were his and not a stupid one night stand.

‘’You've got bruises all down your back.’’ Stephen muttered, eyes fixed on you intently.

‘’I wonder who put them there.’’ You quipped with a stupid smirk on your face. You finally found it and your face instantly brightened, you immediately grabbed it and headed for the door. stephen blocked your presence with his ridiculously defined body, you scowled at him.

‘’What, is that it?’’

‘’I don't know what you're talking about.’’ You scoffed as you batted your eyelashes at him, acting coy as a means to tease him out of what he really wanted. His arm blocked your getaway still.

‘’Don't be stupid.’’

‘’Well, you've been more tense than usual today. I'm not sure what I did to make you feel this way.’’ You flirted with him tirelessly, you weren't even sure what outcome you were trying to get at this point, all you knew is that you wanted to see that seething look on his impossibly attractive face.

‘’You know exactly what.’’ Stephen was tired of it all. If he couldn't fight against the feelings he might as well give in to them- and you were one very attractive oppostition he wasn't willing to struggle against. Stephen comes off as a complex and slightly deranged man but when he wanted something it was very simple; he didn't like you but the sex was mindblowing, he didn't like other guys looking at you the same way he did, he wanted you all for himself. A twisted paradox but he was certain that this was what would keep him centred.

‘’We've got time. Spell it out.’’ You bit your lip as you judged him silently, eyes full of careless wonder. Stephen caught your wrist and stared at you coldly, his blank stare boring into your hard face.

‘’I don't want to stoop to your level.’’ He grumbled lowly and it made you squint at him.

‘’You don't have to. Simply spell it out for me or is that too difficult for you to do?’’

‘’Well maybe if you stop being such a goddamn hardass I can get a word in edgeways.’’

‘’I never really thought your one night stands got the privilege of actually speaking to you at all, so go ahead. Tell me whatever you need say and be done with it already because quite frankly I'm tired of doing this.’’

‘’You're so fucking insolent.’’

‘’How so?’’

‘’You think I don't notice everything everyone's being doing to you? Fawning over you? And you goading them on? You're being cruel to them and yourself.’’

You were at a loss for words. Was he trying to flip the switch and blame you? Not a chance in hell.

‘’So it's wrong for me to want other people?’’

‘’No. It's wrong for you to lead them on because you're still so desperate for my attention.’’

You scoffed in his face at his insurmountable ego. It really was quite extraordinary.

‘’Come on sweetheart, don't go dumb on me now.’’ He was enjoying his endless taunt and it made you squirm.

‘’I'm not a whore for your attention smartass.’’ You insulted, too clouded by the way he was looking at you to be focused on anything else.

‘’No but you're a whore for me.’’ Stephen smirked and it made you want to kick him right in those perfect teeth, yet another part of you was screaming at you to simply melt in his words and touch...but then again, what kind of hypocrite would that make you?

‘’You seem certain about it.’’

‘’All I'm saying is that if you want to fuck your way to prominence do it with someone who can at least makes you feel desired not just like a small little attention grab.’’ He said huskily, voice low and gravelly-he was way too close to you, so deliciously close and near you, body heat almost merging.

It felt exactly the same way since the first night: inhibitions melting away as fast as the wind.

Stephen's lips were nearing yours, the proximity closing with every second, eyes flitting and fluttering. You felt pathetic but who could blame you? No one was around to see you fail, no one was around to see you...kiss him? No one could see you fall for him, no one could hold it against you, well, except for him of course.

‘’Well, you've been treating me like an attention grab, a one night stand. Is that all I am to you?’’ You whispered against his lips, grazing the soft pink flesh.

‘’Are you seriously asking me that question?’’ He said gruffly before smashing his mouth onto yours, tasting you like he did all those nights before- reliving the moment, not drunk off of alcohol this time but instead each other's presence. Stephen tasted so orginal, so authentic and irrevicably him. His colgne was deep, and probably way too damn expensive. You definitely held his attention now.

He found it impossible to not have his hands on you- he was so damn greedy for you, his hunger would never be satiated. Stephen cradled your face, eyes screwed shut as he pushed you against his door, your head thudded against the oak and it made you chuckle into his mouth and he felt it echo through his bones. You laughing got him laughing. It was a strange sentiment

‘’Can we take off our clothes?’’ You whimpered and Stephen thought it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever heard.

‘’So polite. Thought you'd always be snippy.’’ Stephen was taunting you again but you didn't care- you had the upper hand. Your hands were ripping at his clothes.

Stephen thought if he let you have your fun, his shock will become that much more potent- he'd never worked this hard for something ever.

You knew all the right buttons to push and all the right places to touch, damn him for being so good at this. It was an insult to every other guy you'd ever been with. Gasps and moans erupted in the air, you clung onto his hair and tugged it back to make him open wider. You tasted immaculate, heady and cleansing. A soul recycle.

Suddenly, he grabbed you by the arms and swivelled you around, the side of your face was digging into the door and Stephen positioned himself behind you. Holy shit. Was he seriously about to fuck you against the door? Does he really have no restraint? Can he simply not wait to get you in the bed that was about 2 metres away?

Oh wow.

His hands travelled down your body and he tugged and tore at your clothes, never fully getting it all off though- Stephen was far too impatient for that. You were lusting after the wrong man...but why did this feel so right? You winced when he rid you of your underwear, bare for him like the first time. His breathing was shallow and rapid in your ear and Stephen kissed and bit down your neck and shoulder blade, he was-leaving his mark on you again. This time on the other side of your body, the sting hurt so good and you were moaning and panting like a bitch in heat.

‘’You still want my attention, baby? Still desperate for me?’’ He growled in your ear, your chest was caving at his dense words and it just made the air that much more thicker

‘’Fuck you!’’ You whined but it was honestly just goading him on even more, and making him that much harder

‘’Shut up and I will.’’

Your ears pricked up at the sound of his zipper, , eyes widening with how much you needed him in you. You made your bed and now you needed to lie in it. His face was buried in the crook of your neck and you gasped when he spanked your ass, his handprint an outline on you. Stephen was feeling increcibly brave and dirty- his ego boosted tenfold. He finally got another chance to feel you again, what man wouldn't be impatient? He smirked as he pushed himself inside you, coating himself with your wetness. The sound you made was so pathetic and sweet, it was like the call of a siren, the song of Achilles. Beautiful, needy thing. Lord, you were inticing. It was apparent by the way he was just rutting in and out of you, banging you against his fucking door. Your dignity was peeling away but fuck all of it. Stephen's arms gripped onto you impossibly tight, his fingernails dug into your soft supple skin- leaving yet another mark on you.

His.

You couldn't speak, your tongue was turning to mush. He was whispering all these dirty nothings in your ear.

‘’My pretty girl.’’ ‘’Love it when you're sweet.’’ ‘’Fuck...so tight.’’

It just made you clench around him even tighter, his words made you that much wetter. Stephen put his hand against the door to steady himself as he fucked into you that much harder, that much rougher. Your legs were turning wobbly. You simply couldn't handle the heat anymore.

You came onto him, so fucking hard and so fucking quick. You let out a strangled cry as he left a stray bite on your earlobe, with that he dumped his prolonged load into your slick pussy, his grunt was from the base of his insides. It felt like he was grounding himself after being in eternal free fall ever since the first time.

You were breathing like a maniac, like you've just ran a marathon- it was incredibly humbling. When Stephen let you go, you felt his warmth leave rapidly and you swirled yourself around to see him. You leaned your limp body against the door as you smiled at him crookedly.

‘’You do this with all of your one night stands?’’ You bit your lip softly, eyes twinkling in the darkness.

Stephen kissed you to make you shut up.

‘’No. Don't refer yourself to that.’’ He warned you and you certainly felt mixed emotions to that.

‘’What you still want me to refer you as my mortal enemy?'’’ You flirted playfully, you were actually curious though...what did he want you to refer to him as?

‘’Attention grab?’’

[bitchysoulwasteland]

Doctor Stephen Strange x Reader

Warnings; slight angst, alcohol abuse.

Summary: you and Stephen had been together before the crash. He then went to the Karmar Taj, leaving you behind. You moved on. Or did you?

You and Stephen had been married for a few years when the ‘accident’ happened. Then, he pretty much disappeared for best part of a year after several arguments over things that neither of you could actually remember, and he was gone, like a feather on the wind.

Did he regret it? Of course he did. He’d left the love of his life behind because he was too damn egotistical to ask for help.

Did you regret it? Yes. You regretted every argument you both had and every word you didn’t say to him and every bad word you did.

But, you couldn’t dwell on the disappearance of your husband. Instead, you went back to England, got a flat and tried to disassociate yourself with America in general. You continued your career as an actress and began working for the BBC, doing some shows for ITV and a film for Paramount.

You had been back in England for four years when you landed the role of The Doctor on Doctor Who, a favourite show of yours growing up. You were absolutely ecstatic and filming had been completed for the first series with you in it within six months.

But now, you had to say goodbye to the role as you had just filmed the regeneration scene. Little did you know that this would be Stephen’s motivation to find you.

Since you had left without any note whatsoever, Stephen had assumed that you had died or never wanted to see him again, but that all changed when he saw that episode…

Peter sat in the Avengers common room in the tower watching Doctor Who on BBC America. It was the airing of the final episode of the season and the regeneration of The Doctor. It was the end of the episode and The Doctor (you) was in the middle of a monologue when Stephen walked into the room, seeing you on the screen and hearing your voice for the first time in years.

“Time’s up for me, isn’t it, girl?” You said to the TARDIS. “We’ve had fun, huh? Cybermen, Daleks… Just promise me one thing. Whoever the next Doctor is, keep ‘em in check, don’t let the next one do anything stupid… And one last, very important thing…” the doctor turned to the camera, “run fast, have fun, be brave enough to make a change and…” she looked directly into the camera, “Don’t forget about me.”

You gave a sad smile before regeneration began, lasted a few moments, and ended, the next doctor now onscreen.

Peter and the other Avengers were holding back tears as the credits rolled.

“I don’t want another Doctor.” Peter muttered as Stephen left the room, tears falling.

That’s when Stephen began searching. He googled your name before realising that you were still using ‘Strange’ as your last name. He called anyone he could think of, and when he was ready to give up, he phoned your sister, who gave him your address.

Eventually, he found you. He created a portal and appeared in front of the beach house you were living in on the shoreline of Lincolnshire. He walked up to the front door and knocked, half waiting for a maid or a butler to answer.

Inside the house, you sat, a wine glass in hand, the bottle nearly empty, silence filling the room. You had found that the only way you could take your mind off of Stephen was with immeasurable amounts of red wine and vodka. The house was an absolute state, since you hadn’t bothered to hoover in the last three weeks, you hadn’t polished the wooden drawers or the tv unit and about the only thing you had done was the washing up, but even that had to get to the point where you had nothing clean to eat or drink from. Shoes littered the hallway, everything from stilettos to your favourite white converse.

“Two minutes!” You yelled.

Begrudgingly, you stood up and began quickly throwing your shoes in your bedroom and putting the wine bottle and glass in the kitchen. You made yourself look vaguely presentable before you answered the door.

Your eyes widened when you saw Stephen standing in front of you, a cape on his shoulders. It took everything you had not to slam the door and start crying. Instead, you steeled your nerves and squared your shoulders. “Stephen, what’re you doing here?” Your resolve broke nearly as quickly as you had created it. You leaned against the wall and looked at him with tired eyes.

“I saw your show. Doctor Who, the last episode…”

“Did you like it?”

“Yeah, I did...”

“You didn’t answer my question, Stephen.” You said, letting him in before you both went into the kitchen.

“Honestly? I thought you wanted nothing to do with me after what happened. I thought you’d just… cast me aside. I mean, come on, what self respecting twenty four year old would want to be with someone who’s both fifteen years older than them and was utterly useless?”

You put your hands on his chest before sliding one up into his hair. “Me. That’s who. You shouldn’t have assumed that, Stephen. When I married you, I said I’d be here for you whatever happened. So, guess what?”

“What?” Stephen smirked, knowing exactly where this was going.

“You’re stuck with me, whether you like it or not.”

“You really mean that, don’t you?”

“Yeah. And besides I think I may have an alcohol problem.” You say, not meeting his eyes for the last part of it.

From then, you and Stephen were together again and were both hell bent on making up for lost time.

[nonexistent-introvert]

There for you (pt 2)

Pairing: Stephen Strange x F!reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Content: unrequited feelings, angst, Stephen pining over christine

A/N: I honestly would have left the first part as it is but an idea hit so here it is. Anyways, as I said, either Stephen suffers or you do.

Part one

    Your steps were heavy, it had been an exhausting and hectic shift and yet, you still found yourself making your way to the rooftop. At this point, it’s more to disappoint yourself in hopes that you move on from Stephen. Opening the door to the rooftop, you walked in, smiling at the familiar breeze and cityscape you have come to know and appreciate. That was when your eyes fell onto his figure sitting on the bench, your eyes widening in surprise. Stephen’s shift had ended hours ago. You sucked in a breath, taking a few steps towards him. 

    “I was hoping to catch you here.” Stephen looked up to you with a smile, handing you a can of coke before taking a sip out of his coffee. You took the can of coke from him, it all felt so surreal, you were half expecting yourself to wake up and find out that you had fallen asleep on your work desk or something. Stephen raised his eyebrows at your frozen state, “I was feeling nice today.” He joked, thinking that your appalled expression was from the fact that he had prepared a drink for you, in hopes of finding you here. You sat down beside him, opening the can of coke with a hiss. “It’s been long since we talked, I missed it,” Stephen admitted, staring into the distance, feeling uncomfortable at your lack of words. “Shouldn’t you be home now? Your shift ended a few hours ago.” You asked, he pursed his lips. “You keeping track of me?” You shook your head, “Christine and I are working overtime for the research study.” He answered.

   Of course, Christine.

  “Don’t overwork yourself.” You reminded him. He smiled, “That’s why I’m here, decided to take a break. Christine suggested it too.” You grimaced at his mention of her. Stephen glanced at his watch, “Hey Valentine’s coming. You found anyone yet?” Stephen started, you snorted childishly at him. “I’m single Stephen.” Stephen rubbed his facial hair with his palm, trying to wipe the smile off his face at your tone. “There must be someone you’re into.” He emphasised on the ‘someone’. You looked at him, “What are you planning Stephen. Leave me alone.” You sighed, he stifled a laugh of his. “I just hope you find someone soon. You are awfully single.” He shrugged. “You’re one to talk Stephen, aren’t you single too?” You regretted the question the moment the words left your lips. “At least I had my fair share of relationships and romance, you on the other hand…you don’t even seem to be remotely attracted to anyone.” You smiled, at least that meant you were doing a fantastic job of concealing your feelings. Stephen leaned in closer to you, an action that made you gasp and your heart flutter. “So, is there someone?” He pursued. You looked at him, your face flushing a little. His eyes twinkled in delight, “I knew it! Do I know him?” 

   You could stare at his features, a soft smile on your face. “Well, he’s cocky and an annoying overachiever but he’s got the biggest heart, he pretends that matters don’t bother him when it does, he pushes himself and strives for excellence in everything he does. But you know something? He’s a coward who refuses to do anything that he isn’t sure he could be the best at and that applies to romance too, he makes me laugh despite having a reputation for being stoic and I’m comfortable around him.” 

Stephen raised his eyebrows, giving you a judgemental look before looking away. “What?” You asked. “He sounds like a walking red flag but you do you.” You slapped him lightly on the shoulder, “You talk like you ain’t one.” He shot you an offended look, “Or maybe this guy is great and all. I forgot you tend to give compliments in the form of insults.” he said, laughing a little at the look on your face. 

   “So what’s his name?” Stephen questioned, he wanted to know who it was that you seemed to be head over heels for, judging from the lovesick look you had on your face when you described the guy. You looked into the distance, frowning slightly. “Shit, it’s raining. I gotta go before it gets worse.” You cursed, you didn’t have an umbrella with you. “It was nice talking to you again Stephen.” you smiled at him before running off. Stephen stood up too, his mind preoccupied with the man that you described as he strode back into his office where he was working on the research study with Christine. 

   Christine was already at her usual seat, pouring over some files and documents. Christine turned back to greet him. Stephen’s eyes fell onto the window that was being pelted with raindrops, the rain was getting heavier. His eyes then spotted the extra umbrella he had kept in his office. 

  “I’ll be back soon, just gonna go lend my umbrella to someone.” he said, leaving the office again with two umbrellas in hand while running through the halls of the hospital. 

  The sound of your name being called out in the rain almost missed you, you unplugged the earphones from your ears before turning around to find Stephen running up to you with an umbrella. “You’re drenched!” He pointed out. “I can see that Stephen.” You told him, he thrusted the extra umbrella into your hand. “What for? I’m already drenched Stephen.” He leaned further into you, trying his best to shelter the both of you from the rain. “Stop being stubborn and use it already.” He scolded. You sighed, glancing down before stepping away from him. You had to do it now, it was no use waiting for him everyday, you had to make the decision of what to do with your feelings towards him. He let out an annoyed huff as he tried to shelter you again, you took another step back, giving him back his umbrella. 

   “I don’t need it Stephen. Take it back.” He opened his mouth to argue, but you already stopped listening. The signs were clear, you were just a friend to him. Christine is the woman he goes to, listens to and smiles the most with. Whatever you felt towards him was how he felt towards Christine, it was like looking at a reflection whenever he interacted with Christine, it was like how you interacted with him. You bit on your lip, looking away as you felt the tears start to well up, if not for the rain, Stephen would have caught sight of your tears already. You looked at him again, a worried look on his face. You swallowed, you have made your decision. 

   “Thank you but I’ll deal with it. I’m already drenched, the umbrella is of no use.” You said again, smiling sadly at him. Stephen watched helplessly as you turned the corner while walking under the heavy rain, worried for you. 

   You wanted to be there for him so you’ll do it. 

   You’ll do it as a friend and for that to happen, these feelings for him had to be concealed until the end of time and its ok. 

  It’s ok as long as you’re still by his side

tag: @jokatsuya