crimefightingspiderguy

[crimefightingspiderguy]

turning tables

Summary: You're a new recruit but already have a past connected to Steve's.

TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of sexual assault and death.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 5,491

A/N: Randomly ran with this as the ideas came to me, so hope it's not too messy. Happy New Years!

“(Y/N), I’d like you to meet Steve Rogers.” Natasha had waved in his direction and stepped aside, letting you get closer to him to shake his hand.

“Pleasure.” You said, giving him a smile.

“Steve, this is (Y/N) (Y/L/N), she’s SHIELD’s newest recruit for the Avengers.” You stood up taller, giving a proud nod to confirm what she said. You were currently getting a tour of the Avenger’s tower before Tony’s party tonight. Natasha had said it would be a great chance for you to meet everyone and get to know them better. She was showing you the gym when you ran into Steve.

“What’s your damage?” Steve asked. You smiled at him,

“I can kill people by looking at them.” You bated your eyelashes innocently and giggled at his reaction. He stumbled back slightly. “Don’t worry, I have to be thinking about killing them in order to actually do it.” You wanted to lighten up the mood, so you wagged your finger at him and said in an old lady voice, “So don’t go getting on my bad side young man!” He hesitantly chuckled at your impression, but you could tell that he wanted to run in the other direction. “Right, well… It was lovely meeting you. Thank you for the tour Natasha, but I need to go unpack.” You lied. You’d already finished your unpacking, but you needed an excuse to leave the uncomfortable silence you’d fallen into. You backed away, waving, and turning towards the door. Walking as quickly as you could without being obvious that you were trying to get the hell out of there. Your face turned a bright red as you looked down to your feet and thought about how you just scared the Captain America. You don’t normally like to get into people’s minds unless you must but when you were out of earshot you couldn’t help but eavesdrop into Natasha’s mind to see what they were saying about you.

“They brought someone who can kill us just by thinking about killing us?” Steve looked exasperated.

“She can do more than that.” Nat rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, “She essentially can “hack” into someone’s mind and see what they see, hear what they think, and can control their actions and emotions. She will be an asset to us, especially considering she doesn’t even need to be in the same room as them.” Steve didn’t seem convinced, “Look,” Nat sighed, “She’s a good person who was given a curse. She’s been a lab rat for HYDRA for the past ten years and she needs a place to call home with people that will treat her like she’s human. She doesn’t even have to go on missions if you don’t want her to. It’s your call anyway, Cap.” Steve nodded, his face relaxing, willing to give you a chance.

You didn’t really want to go to Tony’s party tonight, especially after Steve’s reaction to your attempt at cracking a joke. But Natasha had come knocking on your door at promptly 8 o’clock when she told you to be ready by. She assured you she would stand by your side the entire night so you wouldn’t be stuck wondering alone. That lasted a solid 20 minutes into the party. She got pulled away into the crowd, which was a lot bigger than you expected, and you quickly lost her. You decided to make your way to the bar, figuring if you stayed in one obvious place, she’d be able to find you quicker. You sat with your drink, finger tracing the rim when you got bored enough you thought it would be fun to hop from thought to thought and see how others were enjoying the party. Maybe you could live through them and have fun tonight. You saw people sharing battle stories, people talking about some medical advancement, other talking about Thor’s hammer being impossible to lift as they passed it.

One train of thought caught your attention, your back was visible through their eyes, and they were feeling… pity. You scoffed; you were not some pathetic loner who needed pity. You just didn’t know anyone, and you didn’t know who should know who you were and who shouldn’t. You pushed your chair out and got down, deciding to just leave. The eyes followed you, and their pity grew to sadness for you. You were furious, whipping around to see who it was. You planned to confront them, to tell them you were not sad and lonely, and you did not need their pity. You were met with Steve’s blue eyes following your every move. You stopped in your tracks, he looked dashing in his suit. You shook your head slightly, clearing the distraction, you turned back around and headed for the elevator. You’d tell him off tomorrow, no sense in causing a scene. You’d shut all the chatter out, not wanting to hear anyone’s thoughts but your own. You went up to the lounge floor Natasha had shown you earlier. You went over to the fridge, grabbed a water bottle. Getting some popcorn from a cupboard labeled movie night, you put it in the microwave and waited for it to pop. You sipped on the water, watching it spin, lost in the movement. You were pulled from your stare when you heard the elevator ding, someone getting off on this floor. You leaned backwards, looking around the corner to see Steve coming out of the sliding doors.

“(Y/N)?” He asked for you as he followed the sound and light of the microwave. You quickly pretended like you hadn’t seen him and went back to staring at your popcorn. He came around the corner to see you, he leaned against the counter, “Why’d you leave the party?” He wasn’t saying it with a scolding tone, like you assumed Natasha would do to you later. Instead, he was saying it as if he was offended, as if it was his party or something.

You just shrugged, “Got bored.” The microwave beeped, you opened it and pulled out the bag. Shaking it and tearing open the top you took it and your water over to the couch to put on a movie. His eyes followed your every move like they had downstairs.

“I’m sorry about my reaction earlier. I didn’t realize you were joking.” He began apologizing as he walked over to the couch you were now sitting on, you held a hand up, making him stop talking and moving.

“I know what Natasha told you.”

“You were listening?” Steve asked, getting slightly offended that you eavesdropped.

“How could I not? I just embarrassed myself in front of the Captain America. I wanted to make sure you didn’t hate me. Don’t worry, I didn’t listen to your thoughts, only Natasha’s. You could hate me, and I wouldn’t know.” You shrugged again. You knew he didn’t hate you, but instead pitied you. He finished walking over to the couch, you munched on some popcorn.

“I don’t hate you. I just was… taken off guard. I’m sorry about what HYDRA did to you.” You whipped your head towards him at the mention of HYDRA, he flinched at the look you gave him.

“You have no idea what HYDRA did to me. Natasha told you I was their lab rat because that’s what I told her I was. No one will ever know the extent of what they did to me.”

“You can talk to me about it you know. Out of everyone here, I would understand. My best friend was brain-washed into being an assassin by HYDRA and tried to kill me multiple times.”

“James Buchanan Barnes. The Winter Solider. I’m familiar with his… work” You nodded, looking off into the distance.

“Do you know him? Were you guys ever held together?” Steve asked, you could see the desperation in his eyes.

“I was the one they used to brainwash him when their machines and serums stopped working. There’s only so much you can change about someone before they start subconsciously resisting. There was resistance to kill you, I eliminated that resistance.” You took a sip of your water; you could feel the anger rising in him.

“How can you speak so casually about ruining a good man’s life?” He practically spat at you. You swallowed, feeling a lump in your throat, “Bucky thanked me for the relief I gave him. I didn’t ruin him, I kept him from feeling the pain they put him through year after year, decade after decade. I numbed him so he could get the mission done and he could go on living. If he refused a mission, they threatened to kill him. I grew to be fond of him. Sitting in a cell adjacent to his, we’d talk late into the night, keeping each other company. Making each other forget the horrors that awaited us the next day for at least a moment. Only when they would take him away to give him shock therapy and I’d begin to hear him beg for mercy, to beg for the pain to go away, would I help to brainwash him. I sped up their long-drawn out process, not to aid them, but to give him relief.” A tear slipped out of the corner of your eye, you quickly wiped it away. “He was my only friend in that hell hole.” You sniffled. Steve just looked at you in disbelief and began to apologize again, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know…”

“How could you have known?” you exhaled a small laugh and turned your body to him fully, “If it brings you any peace, Bucky’s safe. I’ve been tracking him since my escape from HYDRA. He’s in hiding, trying to do better.”

“Where is he?”

“I… can’t tell you that.” You shook your head, giving him an apologetic smile, “He needs time. Time away from this life and all it brings.” You could tell he didn’t want to accept that answer, but he did understand.

“What else did they have you do for them?” You could tell he was trying to pry more information out of you about Bucky.

“I’ll tell you what they didn’t have me do for them, sit down and watch my favorite movies. So that’s what I’m going to be doing now. You can join me if you’d like, but story time is over.” You turned to the TV and grabbed the remote off the coffee table. You spent the rest of the night in silence except for the TV. You were surprised that Steve stayed as long as he did. You vaguely remember falling asleep at some point during the second movie you’d put on. You fell in and out of consciousness as you felt Steve pick you up and take you up to your room, gently laying you on your bed and covering you up. You woke up fully about an hour after he walked out to change into something more comfortable, the beads of your dress were driving your skin crazy. You got back into bed and started to drift off when you startled back awake realizing you were in your room, not in the lounge. You realized that Steve had carried you back to your bed and you blushed at the hot and cold treatment you’d been giving him since you’d met. He did seem like he was genuinely sorry about reacting the way he did when you first met, yet you still iced him out. You tried to tell yourself it was just anger because you knew he pitied you, but then you realized why he pitied you was because he knew if you’d been through a fraction of what Bucky had been through, you’d had it rough the past ten years. He didn’t pity you because you were alone. You were quick to judge his actions and reactions just as he was quick to judge you. You felt the guilt plague your body and mind.

You didn’t sleep well that night, or any night after that. Day after day you had avoided Steve. You wanted to apologize, but your pride stopped you, reminding you that he also was poorly behaved at times. You managed to avoid him for about two weeks only for that streak to be broken when he sent out a memo for a mandatory meeting. Everyone was required to go, even new recruits. You knew he’d included that line to specifically call you out on potentially skipping but worded it as if you weren’t the only one. You made your way to the conference room and quickly took a seat, furthest from the front where you assumed Steve would be presenting something. You were the first to arrive, so you sat there staring at the clock, getting lost in the movements. Tick. Tick. Tick. At exactly 10AM, Steve walked in, alone.

“You’re early.” He pointed out. You nodded, you thought others might be to. He locked the door behind him and made his way to the head of the table, taking a seat. You looked at the lock on the door, then back to him,

“What’s going on?” You asked

“I lied. This isn’t a mandatory meeting. I just wanted to talk to you. I wanted to apologize for anything I might have said or did on your first day here that might’ve come off wrong or was wrong.” He crossed his arms and leaned back in the chair.

You nod, making a face to show him how impressed you were, “Very clever, sending a mandatory email. So, when did you figure out that I was avoiding you?”

“Oh, I’d say probably around the time when you were eating breakfast with Bruce and you picked up your glass, throwing it across the room and ran out saying you had to go clean that up. Not your smoothest attempt at getting away from me.” He chuckled.

You cursed under your breath, “See… the thing is…” You tried coming up with an excuse for your stupid and reckless actions that morning. In all honesty, he was right, you did do that to avoid him, but it was more so done out of panic rather than to make it obvious you were avoiding him. “Yeah, I’ve got nothing, you caught me. I’m sorry for not just approaching you and talking about how I was feeling. I also wanted to apologize for my behavior that day, but my pride kept telling me you needed to apologize, not me.”

“Not that you ever gave me the chance.” He chuckled again.

“Yeah, probably would’ve helped.” You nodded awkwardly, “What do you say, we start over?” You offered out a hand in a sort of truce. This whole thing was a stupid misunderstanding anyway. He got up and shook your hand, giving you a stunning smile.

The two of you had slowly begun to warm up to each other after that. He often invited you out on runs with him only for the two of you to end up walking and talking about your lives before things got complicated. He told you about his parents and his awkward life pre-serum. You told him about your family and life pre-HYDRA. You were born with your gifts, your family doing their best at hiding them from the world. You were even homeschooled in attempt to keep you hidden. They knew if the wrong people found out about you, you’d become an experiment. It wasn’t until you went off to college that one of your professors noticed some strange behavior from you, and eventually confronted you claiming to just be concerned for you. It turned out they were a HYDRA agent and they followed you home one night, kidnapped you, and brought you to a nearby HYDRA base. As you told Steve this part of your story you could sense the rage rolling off his body in waves. When you’d finished, he asked if you could just run in silence for the rest of the time you normally spent out. You agreed.

One afternoon you were playing a card game with Steve in the lounge when he put his cards down and asked you the same question, he had asked you that first night.

“What did HYDRA do to you?” He looked at you with patience and expectancy. The two of you had become very close over the past year, but that was the one topic you always glossed over when talking. He knew not to pry, but you could feel it eating away at him. You sighed, putting the cards down. You stared at them for a moment, making your eyes focus and unfocus on the shapes to give you a distraction for a moment. After about a minute of silence, you looked up at him and stood up. You held out your hand for him to take and he did so, following your lead. You took him outside to a Willow tree you liked sitting under when the weather was nice. This time you didn’t sit under it, but instead climbed the branches, dropping his hand as you reached for the lowest one. You climbed as if you could escape the question at hand. Once you got a high as you wanted to, he followed your actions and climbed to meet you at the middle of the tree. You sat in silence, looking out at the waterfall of green surrounding you.

“What are we doing out here (Y/N)?” Steve asked you gently. You sighed, knowing you couldn’t escape his curiosity forever.

“I just wanted to come to a peaceful place.” You grabbed a strand of green that floated in front of you and rubbed the soft leaves between your fingers. You let it go and turned your body on the branch so you could face him on his branch. “When I was taken by HYDRA, they began experimenting on me. They exposed me to Loki’s staff, trying to see if they could mutate me. It worked. I originally started out just being able to feel people’s emotions and manipulating them. Now I can do the same with thoughts. It was a painful experience, but still not the worst thing to happen to me. After they mutated me, they left me in my cell to observe my behavior. I wasn’t allowed to leave for a year. It was in that cell I had the most painful experience. The guards who were in charge of observing my behavior and any new developments would come into my cell every once in a while, and they would…” You paused, looking out into the tree again. Getting lost in the soft sway of the branches. You were brought back to yourself when a bird chirped, “They would take advantage of me. The worst part being I could hear every single thought and feeling they had while doing it.” You wouldn’t look at Steve, but you could sense the anger radiating from him. You could feel the shake of his hands as they gripped onto the branch, threatening to snap it in half.

You took a deep breath in, “I… um, I killed one of them after about 5 months of that. That’s when they began training me to be an assassin. Knowing I could do more than just read thoughts or emotions. I could make someone kill themselves without hesitation.” You swallowed the thick lump forming in your throat, “Few more months went by and I got to go out on my first mission with… Bucky. I don’t know who we killed or why, but after that they put Bucky and I together on everything that needed two people. They moved our cells together, and we became the only light in all of the darkness for each other. One night, another guard came into my cell to take advantage of me again. He told me if I tried anything with him he’d slit my throat without hesitation. Bucky screamed at him, but he ignored him. That was the first time I went into Bucky’s mind. I shut his mind down, made him go to sleep. I couldn’t handle the way his voice broke as he lost his mind at what he was seeing. It was after that the guard had realized that I could hijack Bucky’s brain in ways they couldn’t. They used that and my obvious fondness of him, to their advantage and began threatening his life and safety. From then on they stopped sending me on missions, but kept me back, waiting for Bucky to return so I could wipe his mind.” You took a breath to check in on Steve, he was shaking from head to toe with rage, not just for you, but for his long-lost friend as well.

“When he was sent to kill you… When you destroyed almost all their data and records, that’s when I was able to make my escape. SHIELD found me fleeing the base and at first assumed I was a willing asset and was planning on taking me into custody. I explained to them what they had done to me, and they offered me shelter and a home with you guys. They told me that I could go free and do what I wanted, but they wouldn’t be able to protect me in the same way. So, I took them up on their offer.” You finished and finally looked at Steve. His expression was unreadable.

“I’m so sorry.” Was all he could manage,

You shrugged your shoulders, “There’s nothing to be sorry about. What happened, happened, and there is nothing I can do to change it. I could make myself forget, erase my memory of it, but then I would lose the things that make me who I am today, horrific or not.” You gave him a sad smile.

“Do you know who did… those horrible things to you? Do you remember their names?” You could see his plan forming, even without entering his mind. He wanted to hunt them down and kill them. You shook your head, “Your rage is pointless. On my way out I killed every one of them.” You said without remorse, and you feared he would judge you for taking the life of someone and not feeling guilt, but you sensed his anger slightly ease as you told him. The two of you sat in silence until your limbs became stiff from sitting in the tree too long. You stretched your legs out and began to climb back down, followed by Steve. When he landed next to you, he took your hand and gave you a small smile. You squeezed his hand but dropped it and walked away from him.

After that day you hadn’t seen Steve for a few days. He was taken away on a mission and you were left behind with Bruce and Clint who both decided to sit this one out. You were playing a thrilling game of Monopoly with the two of them when Steve came into the lounge without a word, sitting as close to you as possible. You sat thigh to thigh, and he watched your movements as you took your turn in the game. You felt him relax, his emotions settling into a calm. He sat through the rest of your game, only speaking when Clint and Bruce left after losing miserably to you.

“I missed you.” He said, keeping his eyes on you as you put the pieces back into the box. You didn’t look up at him but smirked at his words,

“I can tell.” He chuckled at your remark and began helping you put the pieces away. Something had shifted in your relationship with Steve after you opened up to him. You weren’t sure if it was you letting him into your life completely, or if something about him missing you on his mission that triggered the change, but you weren’t exactly complaining about the shift.

He began to act differently around you. He would watch your every movement when you were in the same room as him. Not in a creepy way, but in a way so he wouldn’t miss anything you did. Like you would slip from his life like a memory if he didn’t take in your every moment together. He would take every opportunity to be touching you as well. That part wasn’t as obvious at first. He started out just brushing past you, making sure your arms touched or your fingers lingered on each other momentarily. Then it became obvious to everyone what he was trying to do. He would always sit as close to you as he could, putting his arm around you if he sensed you were okay with it. He would stand next to you in group conversations, leaning into you subconsciously, like you were a magnet pulling him in. You became his every thought when you weren’t around, and when you were around everything you did became his whole center of attention.

You were anything but oblivious to this change. You might’ve acted like you didn’t notice, so as to not embarrass Steve if you called him out on something he wasn’t ready to talk about. You didn’t mind in the change in his behavior in the slightest. It had been a long time since you had had someone in your life like Steve. Someone who was more than a friend, someone who you were willing to risk it all for. Someone you trusted with your body, thoughts, and feelings. Before Steve, if someone had brushed past you, you’d flinch. You’d cringe into yourself at any contact that wasn’t initiated by you. But Steve’s touch set a fire on your skin that was addictive, and you couldn’t wait to feel again.

Everyone around you became quite aware of the change as well. They never commented on it though, which you could tell was eating Tony alive. You could hear Natasha mentally scolding Tony as she shot him a dangerous look if he dared to open his mouth around the two of you. It made you giggle to yourself, but you were eternally grateful for her. You didn’t know what you were to Steve, but you knew what he was to you and you didn’t want anything to ruin that.

One day Steve had come home from a mission and instead of going to his room to shower or change he went straight to you in the lounge and laid stomach down on the couch, placing his head in your lap. You ran your hands through his hair, not minding the sweat or dirt. The first time he ever did this, you cringed at how badly he needed a shower, but you’d eventually came around to it and stopped caring. He hummed at the feeling of your fingers on his scalp. You set your book down on the coffee table and lifted his head up enough to stand up. You coaxed him up off the couch and he lazily held your hand as you pulled him to your room. Your room had a bathtub, but his didn’t. You’d never let him use it before, but you were afraid he’d fall asleep in the shower if he tried standing for long enough to get clean. You opened your door and locked it behind Steve.

You pulled him into your bathroom and sat him down on the toilet seat. Turning on the hot water in the bath, you added some bubbles and bath salts. You pulled some vanilla candles from under the sink and placed them carefully around the room, lighting them and then turning your attention back to Steve after you turned off the faucet. He was watching you walk back and forth, but didn’t say a word. You walked over to him, standing between his legs, you cupped his face and had him look up at you. You brushed the hair from his eyes and gave him a soft smile, which he lazily returned. You examined his face for any cuts, but saw none. You kissed his forehead, and whispered, “Can you stand up for me?” He nodded slightly and you backed up to give him room. He stood in front of you, and you stepped back in front of him. Your fingers grazed over the zipper of his uniform and you slowly pulled it down. Pulling the shoulders off, you revealed his strapping chest and shoulders. He actually took your breath away.

You tossed the top half of his uniform into the hamper you had by the door and turned back to him. He had gained a little bit more awareness of what was happening when he realized he was shirtless in front of you. It woke him up completely, making his face burn red. You smiled at him, “Do you want to finish and get in the tub?” He nodded, walking over to the tub, you stayed with your back turned to him until you heard the soft splash of him getting into the water. You picked up the last of his clothes, tossing them to the hamper. You went out to your room and grabbed a small foot stool from next to your couch and brought it next to the tub. You sat down and grabbed your shampoo bottle. Squirting a small amount onto your hands you began massaging the sweet-smelling liquid into his scalp. He let out a small moan of thanks at the feeling. You blushed but kept working on lathering up his hair. You took a nearby bowl that you’d use to rinse your hair in the bath, filled it with some water from the tub, scooping out the bubbles, and poured it over Steve’s head, covering his eyes with your empty hand. You took your conditioner and repeated. Steve nearly fell asleep this time, loving the scents and the feel of you being so near. When you finished you told him to get out when he was ready and rinse off in the shower. You got up to go get him clothes from his room.

You made your way to his room, opening the door and turning on the light. You shut the door except for a crack, and began walking towards his dresser. You stopped and smiled when you saw a picture of you with him that Sam had taken. You were under the Willow tree, you were smiling at the camera, but Steve was looking down at you. That day was one of your favorite memories, but you never got to see the picture Sam took. He had told you it didn’t come out good and he ended up having to delete it. You were disappointed but dropped it. You couldn’t understand why he would lie to you about it, until you looked closer at Steve. He wasn’t just looking down at you, he had a stupid lopsided grin on his face. It was the face of someone in love. You looked down at the clothes in the drawer you’d opened. You smiled to yourself. He loved you, was the only thought you had. You grabbed some underwear, sweats and a shirt, closed the drawers and left his room, shutting the door tightly. You made your way back to your room and was met with Steve sitting on your bed with a towel around his waist. He was leaning back on his hands, waiting. He sat up when you opened the door and stood up to grab the clothes. He muttered a thanks as he went back into the bathroom to change. He came out of the bathroom when he was done and started heading towards the door to leave for the night, but you stopped him by grabbing his hand. He turned his body to face you, looking all over your face to see what you needed.

“Do you love me?” You asked desperately. His mouth dropped open, opening and closing, lost on what to say. You felt the overwhelming anxiety fill his body. For a second you had feared you screwed up, but he quickly pulled you into him, cupping your face and kissing you. It set your body on fire to be held by him like this, to be touched by him like this. He kissed you like you were the only person he’d ever loved, like he was desperate to be as close to you as he possibly could. When he finally pulled away, he kissed each of your cheeks, your nose, and then landed on your forehead, staying there for a moment, “Of course I love you.” His breath fanned out across your skin, sending a chill to tame the fire burning every inch of your skin. You stepped back a little to look up at him, his hands falling from your face. You grabbed his hands and pulled him to your bed, “Then stay with me.”

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[crimefightingspiderguy]

you are in love

Summary: You attend Christine's wedding with Strange to try to distract him.

Warnings: none

Pairings: Dr. Strange x reader

Word count: 1,974

A/N: watched no way home again today and the entire time Strange was on the screen I just kept thinking how much I love him, this fic was born from that love 😂This is based on the brief clip we get of Christine's wedding in the Multiverse of Madness trailer, so no spoilers for no way home!

“Hey Strange, did I get anything?” You asked, walking up to him to see the stack of mail he was holding. He didn’t answer you; he didn’t even acknowledge you. You lightly put a hand on his shoulder, “Strange? You okay there?” You looked over his shoulder to see what he was staring at. A wedding invitation from his former colleague and girlfriend, Christine Palmer. You looked at his face to see if he was crying but he was just standing there, blank faced. “Strange?” You pulled on his shoulder a bit to get him to turn and face you. He slowly complied. He looked numb. You grabbed the invitation and the rest of the mail out of his hands, setting it down on a table nearby. You turned back to him, cupping his cheeks, tilting his head to look at you. You searched his face for any reaction, any emotion, but there was nothing. “Do you want to talk about it?” You asked but he didn’t answer you. He was starting to freak you out. You dropped your hands down to his and guided him over to the nearest couch, pushing his shoulders a little to get him to sit. You conjured up two cups of tea, handing him one. This was the first time he moved of his own accord. Taking the mug with both hands and resting it on his knees. You sat down next to him, taking one of his hands off the mug and holding it. You sat in silence, tracing circles on the back of his hand over and over. The only sound made was sipping of tea. You sat like this for what felt like hours but was probably only about twenty minutes. That’s when he finally cleared his throat to speak,

“I guess I always thought it would be my name on the invitation with her.” He returned to his stoic face and silence. You waited a moment, not wanting to interrupt a thought if he decided to speak again. You took a deep breath in, wanting to think of your next words carefully so as not to make him shut you out,

“Do you still love her?” You asked delicately.

“I don’t think I ever was in love with her. But I guess I thought that we’d be one of those couples that is a fling for a bit, stop, then ultimately find their ways back to each other and end up falling in love.” His eyebrows came together, “If that makes any sense.”

“It does. You thought right person, wrong time, but you’d eventually find the right time.” He nodded, confirming what you said. “Do you think you’ll go to the wedding?”

“I don’t know. I don’t really want to but I feel like I owe it to her. She was there for me even when I tried pushing her away. It’s not her fault that I got blipped and she found someone else and moved on. If she was ever hung up on me to begin with, that is.” He sighed. You thought about it for a second, then said, “I’ll go with you if it makes it easier.” You could see him visibly mulling over your offer. “I think that would help. Having a friend who understands just how uncomfortable I am.” He chuckled softly, you smiled and squeezed his hand.

“I’m there then.”

“Thank you.”

“When is it anyway?”

“In a month.��

The next month was probably the longest month of your life. Strange was never in the mood to do anything and so you took on his duties for the time being. Wong was always gone doing Sorcerer Supreme work, so you couldn’t exactly ask for his help. Your only friend left in the sanctum was Strange when Wong was gone, and you obviously couldn’t complain to Strange about the stress of the extra work. When the week of the wedding came around you went out dress shopping. You offered to pick up a tux for Strange if he needed one, and he thanked you, giving you some extra money. You didn’t mind at all, it meant you got to spend the entire day to yourself, not working. Your first day of relaxation in a month. You picked out a silk, soft pink dress that went to your knees. It had layers of ruffles crisscrossing each other and a plunging neckline. You picked out some white heels to match. You weren’t sure if there was a color or dress code requirement but it was a spring wedding so you didn’t think the color would be a standout. When you came home at the end of the day you hung Strange’s tux bag outside his door, ready for him whenever he got the motivation to look at it. He’d been locked away in his room most of the week. He refused most meals and the few times you did see him you could see the purple under his eyes giving away his restless sleep.

The day of the wedding Strange asked if you could go separately. He said he wanted to go a bit early to congratulate Christine before she was swept up in the celebration and had only time for a quick thanks for coming. You agreed, even though you were a little nervous to show up to a wedding you weren’t directly invited to by yourself. Especially since you knew no one there. Strange reassured you that he would tell Christine that he invited you and you’d be joining him before the ceremony. That was the last you saw of him until the actual wedding. You were kind of excited to get to go. You rarely had reason to get dressed up and go out and socialize. Plus, you loved weddings. Everyone is just so happy and relaxed, only worrying about making it a great memory for the couple. You did your hair in a low bun, letting some hairs down to frame your face and curling them. You just put on some soft makeup to go with the subtle color of your dress. You twirled around in your room once you put the dress and shoes on and you felt so lighthearted for the first time in a while. You were genuinely excited to go, you were hoping it wouldn’t offend Strange if you were. You thought about taking a taxi there, but you were cutting it close, so you just quickly opened a portal to the back of the chapel and hoped through it.

You walked around to the front and blended in with the couple guests trickling in. The usher asked you if you were here for the bride or groom, you didn’t really know what to say,

“I’m actually here with someone. I’m their plus one, maybe you’ve seen them? They have a black suit on with a red handkerchief, and he has slicked back black hair with two white streaks on the side?” You described to the usher, hoping they’d already seated Strange.

“Oh, I know who you’re talking about. Come with me.” You thanked them, following them down the aisle. They pointed to the second row on the bride’s side, and you thanked them again as they walked away. You made your way over to Strange. You weren’t sure if he heard you speaking to the usher or could sense you looking at him and making your way towards him, but he got up and turned to where you were coming from. He froze when he saw you. He looked you up and down and a smile slowly formed. The first smile you’d seen on him in a month. You joined him, giving him a hug so you could whisper in his ear,

“How you doing so far?”

“I’m actually… okay.” He gave a small nod as you pulled away to look at his face, keeping your hold on his arms. You searched it for any sign that he wanted to leave or was hurting, but from the looks of it, he was telling the truth. You smiled,

“I’m glad.” Dropping your hands to your side, you took your seat next to him.

“You look wonderful.” He motioned to your dress.

You blushed a little, “Thank you. I kind of went all out, I never get to dress up anymore. Thought I’d take advantage of the moment.” You chuckled a little. Strange opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by the bridal march starting, everyone stood up and turned to watch Christine make her way to her groom.

The reception followed the ceremony, taking you to a ballroom. You sat at a table next to one of Strange’s former colleague’s Nic. Nic asked you a few questions about yourself and you asked him about himself,

“What do you like most about being a doctor?” You asked, leaning on your hands and giving him your full attention.

“I like the idea that I can help anyone, and I can try to give people a second chance.” He said, you nodded, “Did you ever want to do anything else?” You asked.

“Not really. I always knew I wanted to help people. What about you? Did you know you always wanted to be a wizard?” He chuckled at his joke. You smiled, trying your best to make it a little creepy, you always loved freaking people out with this comment, “I actually was born a witch. The only reason I began practicing at the sanctum was because I killed the rest of my coven when they tried to take my powers.” Not all of that was true but you acted like it was, but he laughed a little, thinking it was a joke. The only part that was true was that you were born a witch. You did have someone who got kicked out of the coven and their powers taken, but it wasn’t you. Thankfully you were too young to be involved the day they tried to do it, because she ended up taking all their powers and killing them. Nic quickly stopped laughing when you made your eyes glow purple, trying to freak him out.

“Wait, are you serious?” He cleared his throat, straightening out his tie out of nervousness. You kept messing with him and instead of answering you winked and turned to Strange,

“Would you like to dance?” Strange was trying to hold it together, you could see the amusement written all over his face. He held out his hand to you and you gladly took it. The two of you walked out to the dance floor and began to sway to the slow beat. Strange lifted one of your hands and spun you in a circle, pulling you closer than before when you stopped.

“Thank you for coming and terrorizing Nic. That’s the most fun I’ve had in a while.” He chuckled and you smiled.

“I love your laugh.” You said, not thinking twice about it until he blushed and went silent. You quickly tried to backtrack, “I just mean, it’s nice to hear it again. I’ve missed you. You’re my only friend other than Wong and you’ve both been MIA lately.”

“I’ve missed you too. Sorry that I’ve been slacking and just pushing all my duties onto you. You’ve done so much for me these past couple weeks. I don’t deserve you.” He said as he tightened his grip around you, giving you a sort of hug. You rested your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“You deserve the world.” You muttered. You could feel it in that moment, you were in love. You would do anything for him, go to whatever lengths to make sure he was happy. Even if it meant putting your happiness aside, you’d do it for him. You loved him.

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king of my heart

Summary: Dr. Strange becomes your apprentice and then friend.

Warnings: I guess slight spoilers for Dr. Strange's first film, but it's been ages since that's been out, so what are you doing here if you haven't seen it lol. Language, & mentions of car accidents/death/injuries

Pairings: Dr. Strange x reader

Word count: 5,093

A/N: take a shot every time I name a fic after a Taylor Swift song! Also this one is SUPER long compared to my normal writing so I really hope you guys enjoy because it took me forever and I'm exhausted. Not proofread because it's currently 4AM and I'm tired lol.

You heard him say he was looking for Kamar-Taj as he walked past you. This made your ears perk up, and you decided to follow him. You planned on catching up with him and asking him why he was looking for the place, but before you could get to the man, he was stuck in an alleyway with a group of guys surrounding him, asking for his watch. Before it could go any further, you stepped out from where you were hiding behind a wall and whistled to get their attention. You held up your hand, holding the watch the man was wearing,

“Looking for this, boys?” You dangled it in their faces to toy with them a bit, might as well as have fun with it you thought. They looked at what you had, then looked back at the man’s wrist to see the watch gone.

“That’s some magic trick you got there sweetheart. Why don’t you hand it over and we won’t hurt you?” Who you assumed the ringleader was, said as he held out his hand. You gave him a pout, sticking your hip out and resting your hand on it,

“But where’s the fun in that big boy?” You bat your eyelashes, and he gets a nasty grin on his grimy face. He started to walk towards you, so you made the watch disappear, back onto the man’s wrist. You formed a whip with your sling ring, wrapped it around his waist and yanked him towards you. You stared him down,

“What’s the matter sweetheart? Cold feet?” You ask innocently. You threw the whip and the man up in the air behind you, tossing him on the canopy of a building behind you. You turned to the rest of the group and smiled, “Anyone else?” They quickly scattered from where they were just frozen as they watched you easily take out their boss. You let out a laugh as you watched them run, “Never gets old.” You turned to the man who now had his hands up in surrender,

“Please don’t hurt me. I have nothing to give you.” You chuckled, rolling your eyes.

“If I wanted to hurt you, why would I have stopped those guys? They could’ve done the grunt work for me.” He thought about it for a second, nodding and lower his hands.

“Thank you. That watch is all I have left.” You nodded as a you’re welcome then asked,

“You’re looking for Kamar-Taj?”

“Yes! Do you know where it is?” You jutted your head towards the street,

“Follow me”

You led him through the crowded marketplace to the back entrance to Kamar-Taj. He pointed at the door confused,

“This is Kamar-Taj?” He looked at the place next-door that had men meditating with incense outside, “That place looks a little more Kamar-Tajy don’t you think?” He chuckled. You looked him up and down, and smirked,

“I like you. But say that to the ancient one and you’ll be on your ass outside before you can even think of another joke to crack.” His eyes widened and nodded, following you inside.

“Who’s the ancient one?” He whispered as you walked through the hallway leading to a meditation space.

“The one who will determine if you are able to practice here. Best if you don’t question anything said while we’re in there.” You turned your head enough for him to see you wink at him. You entered the room and he slowly began walking to one of the masters reading a book,

“Thank you ancient one…” He paused as the ancient one gave him a cup of tea, “Thanks” He muttered. He turned back to the other master, “Thank you ancient one for…” He started trailing off as that master got up to leave “… seeing me” His eyes followed him out.

“You’re welcome” The ancient one called his attention to him as she put down her tea kettle.

“Where’d you find this one (y/n)?” She slowly took her eyes off him to give you her full attention.

“I think you already know that answer, don’t you?” You smiled, she just gave a slight smile and nodded,

“So, mister Strange.” She looked back to the man,

“Doctor Strange.” He corrected.

“Doctor Strange. What brings you here to Kamar-Taj?” She asked.

“You healed a man with a C7-C8 spinal injury. How is that possible?” She began explaining how this place works, what she can do for him, and what he’ll need to open his mind to in order to get to the place he wants to be. He began making smartass comments on the graphics she was showing him. You rolled your eyes, already knowing where this was going to get him, you did warn him after all. She ended up pushing his astral form from his physical form, you quickly ran forward to grab his falling body.

“What did you do to me?” His astral form asked.

“I’ve separated your astral form from your physical form.” He then rejoined his body and you helped to steady him. He looked at you like you’d grown another head, then back to the ancient one.

“What was in that tea? LSD? Psychedelics?”

“It’s just tea. With a little honey.” The ancient one smirked. One you knew he wasn’t going to collapse from shock you took your hands off his back and chest. He began telling the ancient one that this was all ridiculous and he spent his last dime getting here for nothing. She approached him and told him,

“Open your eye.” As she put her thumb on his forehead, shooting him into different bridges between realities and allowing him to see enough to convince him.

“His heart rate’s getting pretty high.” You pointed out to the ancient one. She pulled him back to this room for a second,

“He looks fine to me!” She laughed a bit and sent him back.

When he joined you again, he stood up, hands shaking,

“Teach me”, finally believing everything she was telling him.

“No.” The ancient one said, kicking him out the door he came in.

You looked at the ancient one, crossing your arms, “I think he would do well here. I sense something in him.” She scoffed at you,

“Please he’s arrogant. His arrogance will do nothing but get him killed.”

“Let me talk to him.”

“No. I don’t want to teach someone who is unwilling to even consider the possibility that there is more. It’s a waste of both of our time.” She started cleaning up the tea, getting ready to walk away. She grabbed the tray, turning her back on you.

“Let me train him.” You offered, stopping her in her tracks. She stood still in silence for a moment. Slowly turning to look you over,

“Why are you advocating for him so much?” She squinted her eyes, trying to see within the interactions she saw you two have before you brought him here, see something that would give her the answer.

“I don’t know.” You said in all honesty. Maybe you felt pity for him, after all he did say he spent all his money getting here and had nowhere else to go. Maybe you did see something special in him that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. “I just have a gut feeling that it’s what needs to be done.”

She thought over your words for a minute, “He’s your responsibility.” You grinned, nodded your head and walked over to the door you could hear him banging on, asking to be let back in. You opened the door, causing him to fall backwards onto the floor. His head fell between your feet, looking up at you. You tilted your head, giving him an unimpressed look, and sighing. You had no idea what you were getting yourself into or why.

“Come with me.” You turned, hearing him scramble to his feet. You showed him to an empty room, waving him in. “This will be your room. Shower, meditate, get some rest. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow.” You turned to walk away, but was stopped by him asking you,

“Why did you decide to help me?” You looked over your shoulder at him,

“I guess we’ll see.”

The next morning you knocked on Strange’s door, hoping to some higher power he was already up and ready, you really didn’t want to have to wait around. To your surprise when he opened the door he was showered and dressed, ready to go. You looked over his robes, grabbing one of the waist bands and undoing it,

“Sorry, this would’ve driven me crazy all day. It’s more comfortable if you wrap it like this,” You rewrapped it, loosening it but still making it secure, “This way it’s not as tight when you move certain ways, and you’ll be surprised how secure it is compared to the other way.” You looked at your work, satisfied. You clapped your hands together and looked up at him, “Alright, ready to get to work? Did you eat breakfast or are you more of a brunch kinda guy?”

“I’m good to eat later on, I had an apple and so I’ll be good for a bit. I wasn’t sure just how physical things would be and I didn’t want to get sick.”

“Sounds good. Let’s go.” You turned to lead him out to the courtyard. “If at any point to have any questions or you need to stop to take a break, feel free to speak up. I’m not as… tough, as the ancient one. I once was in your position, so I understand that the mind runs wild and can be in disbelief at certain teachings.”

“Thank you. I really do appreciate you helping and giving me a chance. My work is my life. I need to be able to use my hands more than anything.” This made you come to a halt. You turned to him,

“Dr. Strange, there is more to life than just work.”

“My friend tried telling me that, but it’s not like I have a family or friends outside of work to make that true.” He shrugged.

“Come here.” You motioned him forward to join you. “The way we as humans define life is very structured. There is more to life than just life. There is living.” You paused, “Do you understand?”

“I guess.” He shrugged, not really seeming too concerned about the lesson. You nodded,

“You’ll see as we go.” You turned to continue into the courtyard, stopping at the blossom tree. “We will meet here every day until your training is complete.” He nodded, waiting for you to continue. “Your first lesson is in the way we move our bodies. What we do, we call spells, but for some that word is a joke, you can call it a process or program if it helps. The spells can only work if you are in tune with your body.” You began swirling your hands in a circle, then drawing lines with your fingers, tracing a bright orange design in the air. You then collapsed your hands over it. You slowly opened your hands to reveal a bird. It flew out of your hands, giving a happy chirp as it did. He gave you a look of awe. “May I see your hands?” You held out your hands to take his. He hesitated for a moment, clearly feeling uncomfortable with the idea of someone touching his biggest insecurity at the moment. He put in hand in each of your own, you then kicked his legs apart, putting them in a stance. Taking his hands, you placed one near his side and the other you stuck the arm straight out and bent all but two fingers. “When you are ready for the sling ring, a device that will aid you in controlling your spells, this is the stance you will take.” You released his hands, and they began to shake, and you could see the embarrassment take over him. He quickly came out of the stance and held them behind his back. “Let them shake.” You spoke gently to him, gently grabbing his arm and coaxing his hands back out to yours. You rested one of them on top of yours and you traced his scars with your other hand. A shiver ran through his body, “They are nothing to be ashamed of. You’ll get to the point where they will steady, until then you need to accept them so we can get your mind off them and focused on how the rest of your body behaves.” You looked up at him, hoping he was following the point you were trying to make, and you could see tears welling up in his eyes. “It’s okay to mourn your hands.” You patted his hand and gently dropped it. “Recreate the stance.” You instructed. This time he did it on his own, and without dropping his head in shame when they shook. You smiled at him.

You spent the rest of the day going through motions and stances and answering any questions he might have. When you were done for the day the two of your headed back to your rooms. You walked him to his incase he got lost, when you got to his door you weren’t planning on stopping, just saying goodnight, and continuing to your room. But he grabbed your shoulder to stop you,

“Thank you.” He smiled at you. You returned the smile, nodding you’re welcome.

The next day you met him under the blossom tree like you agreed. “Today we’re going on a field trip!” You pretended to cheer with excitement, making him smile. “We’re going to the library, yay!” The two of you made your way through the winding hallways, stopping when you got to Wong’s desk.

“Dr. Strange, this is Wong. The keeper of the books.” You introduced the two.

“Just Wong? Like Adele? Or Aristotle? Or… Drake?” You giggled at the comparison, but Wong stayed stone faced. You lightly smacked Wong’s arm, “Oh come on Wong, don’t act like you’re all stone cold and serious.” He just looked at you, still unamused. You held your hands up in defense, “Okay sorry, someone is not in the mood today. Got it. We just need to check out these books if you don’t mind.” You handed him the list you’d written up last night. Wong took it, walking away to grab the books.

“Is he always like that?” Strange asked in a whisper.

“Nah I think he’s just trying to intimidate you.” You wiggled your eyebrows and giggled. Wong came back with the books, and you thanked him. You and Strange walked out of the library and you handed the stack to him. “Read these, study them, memorize them. That is your lesson for the next how every many days it takes for you to do that. If you need me, I’ll be around. Toodles.” You waved your fingers playfully as you walked away, leaving him to decide where he wanted to study them.

You were in the meditation area when Strange came up to you to tell you that he had finished the books. You opened your eyes and looked him up and down. You nodded, got up and motioned for him to follow you. You took him out to the blossom tree and grabbed your sling ring. You held out your hand for him to give you his, which he did without hesitation this time. You slid the ring on his index and middle finger and told him to get into position.

“You’re going to open a portal. Do a circle motion in the air with the sling ring. Picture where you want to go. The clearer the picture, the quicker the portal will form.” He stood there for maybe ten minutes just waving his hands in the air. He clearly was becoming embarrassed that it was taking him so long. You tried to reassure him,

“It’s okay. Keep your focus.” He nodded his head and tightened his form again, trying for another ten minutes with no luck. You put your hand on top of his sling ring one, pushing it down to tell him to rest. “Where are you picturing?” You asked.

“My room here.” He shrugged.

“Mhmm.” You thought for a moment, “Let me see the ring please.” He gave it back to you and you put it on, getting into your stance and creating a perfect portal. You stepped through it and waved at Strange to follow you. You closed it behind you. “Do you know where we are?” You asked as you looked around. He shook his head. “I wouldn’t expect you to.” You chuckled, “This is my favorite place in the world.” You were standing on the edge of a cliff, overlooking a calm creek was babbling. In the distance a beautiful fall colored tree line accented the gorgeous blue sky. “They call it the lake of the clouds. The water is so clear it looks like the sky is in the ground.” You smiled looking around.

“It’s beautiful.” He agreed, taking it all in.

“I recommend when starting out with the portal spell to imagine places that mean something to you. As you get better you will be able to picture places like your room and go there, no problem. But for now, focus on places that you know every detail of and are important to you.” You handed him the sling ring, “For example, it’s important that you make your way back to the courtyard. The courtyard we’ve been in everyday for weeks. Picture every detail of it.” Strange got into his stance and pictured the courtyard. He could remember what objects were where and what the overall picture looked like. He got a little spark to form from that image. ���It’s not enough to picture the place as you would see it in a picture. Think of the details. The way the cobblestones feel to walk on. Appreciate the different colors present. Picture what motivates you to keep coming back to the place.” He imagined the cobblestones, the scraping of his shoes on them. He pictured the different colors. All of this sparked a tiny circle, it was getting slightly bigger. It wasn’t until he pictured why he was motivated to get there that he finally succeeded. He thought of you, sitting under the blossom tree, a flower behind your ear as you sat in silence waiting for him. He thought of the way you would sit a bit straighter when you heard his footsteps approaching. The way your hair would frame your face in the soft breeze. How when you looked at him you got to your feet, looking excited and ready for whatever challenge the day brought. That’s what got him the portal. You clapped and wrapped your arms around him in excitement, “You did it!” He grinned, watching you walk through the portal and then following you. When you got on the other side, he repeated his circle motion like he saw you do earlier, and closed the portal. You smiled at him when he turned back to face you, “I think you’re ready to start studying without me.” You were so proud of how far he’s come. His face faltered a little,

“Oh, right. Yeah, I think I could.”

“Obviously I’m not abandoning you though, if you have any questions or want me to supervise you to see if I can find any room for improvement, you know where to find me. But I think you’re ready to start exploring spells and different sides of these practices to find where how far you want to go and where you want to stop.” You smiled at him, resting a hand on his shoulder, “I’m very proud of you Dr. Strange. You’ve done wonderfully.”

“Stephen.” He corrected you.

“Stephen.” Your smiled got wider. You dropped your hand, “Class dismissed I guess.”

While he did continue his studies on his own, he still came to you every day, asking your thoughts on different books he’d just read or asking you to watch over him as he tried something new. You didn’t mind. You came to see him as a friend rather than an apprentice. One day the two of you were sitting under the blossom tree, eating lunch.

“You never told me why you came to Kamar-Taj” Strange said.

You swallowed the bite you’d taken from your sandwich and paused. You had never told anyone other than the ancient one and Wong why you had come here. “I got into an accident. Like you actually.”

“Oh, did you have an injury?” You shook your head,

“No. It was actually a miracle I came out with only a few cuts and bruises.”

“What happened then?”

“Well, I was driving… my mom and brothers were in the car. My brothers were in the back fighting. My mom was critiquing my driving. And I was trying to tune them all out with the radio. At the same time, it was snowing and icy out. I guess it was just too much at once for me, I got distracted and when a car coming towards us hit a bad patch of ice they spun out and I didn’t react in time to go into a ditch or anything, so they hit us, making us spin out and flip over. My mom died and my brothers were severely injured. One of them went into a coma and later died as well, the other one was like me and came out with some small injuries, the worse of his was a broken leg. I blamed myself for years. I had terrible survivors’ guilt and fell into a depression. I tried therapy and medication, but nothing stopped the nightmares. I had moved to New York, thinking that I could get lost in the people, forgetting the past. That wasn’t the case. One day I was walking past the New York sanctum when I bumped into Wong. I think he could sense there was something off and he offered me a cup of tea. Told me it was a boarding house, and I should come in from the cold for a bit. At first, I was hesitant because it was a stranger in New York offering me tea inside their home. But for whatever reason I had a gut feeling that he was just trying to help, and I went with him. I told him about why I was in New York, and he told me he might be able to heal my mind. And the rest is history.”

“I’m so sorry. That’s horrible.” He rested a hand on yours, trying to comfort you. You turned your hand over to hold his, you squeezed it.

“It is horrible, but I thankfully have gotten to a place where I can understand there was nothing I could do, and I shouldn’t feel guilty about being here instead of them. I eventually reached out to my brother and told him what I was going through and how sorry I was for the things I couldn’t take back, and I think that was my final step in completely healing.”

“Is that why you wanted me to learn the lesson that life is more than work? It’s about actually living?” Strange said after a beat of silence. You nodded and gave him a sad smile.

“Before the accident I was a moody early 20s kid who spent all her time away from home at school. I barely talked to my family. My mind was occupied on getting to the end goal of what we call life, that I forgot to take time to appreciate those who mean the most to me. It wasn’t until it was too late that I realized if I’d taken more time to live my life outside of school or work and just slowed down to enjoy my time with friends and family more, I might not have been filled with regret of what could’ve been.” You felt a tear slip down your cheek, you quickly wiped it away, clearing your throat, “Don’t be like that Stephen. Take time to spend time living and enjoying the little moments.” You got up, grabbed the rest of your lunch and walked away.

The next day came around and you had gone the whole day without seeing Strange. You felt off, like there was something you were forgetting to do because he was such a big part of your routine for the past couple of months, it was weird not seeing him. It wasn’t until dinner time that he came knocking on your bedroom door. You got up from your desk to answer and you almost didn’t recognize him, he had shaved his beard down to a goatee, which you took a minute to appreciate how well it suited his face compare to the beard. He has cut his long scraggly hair and combed it back to have a cleaner look about him. He was wearing a black suit and tie and holding a blossom. You gave him an amused look,

“Had a little make over, did we?” You smirked

He did a little twirl for you, “What do you think?”

“I think you look way to handsome to be just coming to ask me a question about a spell. What’s the occasion?”

He smiled, blushing a little when you called him handsome, “I’m just trying to enjoy the little moments in life, and I was wondering if you’d like to join me?” You looked down at your attire compared to his, your pink fluffy PJs were clearly not up to par with what he had planned. You took the flower from his hand and stepped back into your room,

“Give me a minute to change and then it’s a date.” You winked at him, closing your door. When you moved into the New York sanctum you had thankfully brought a few fancier clothes, but you’d been staying at Kamar-Taj for about a year now, planning on leaving back to New York soon as Strange was done with his training. So, all your nice clothes were in New York. You created a portal to your bedroom at that sanctum and quickly picked out a mid-thigh red dress with capped sleeves and an A-line neck. You grabbed your black ballet flats and quickly hopped back through the portal. You got dressed as quickly as you could, fixing up your hair and putting the flower behind your ear. You opened the door back up to join Strange and his jaw dropped for a moment. You didn’t really try to dress up too much, just a simple dress and shoes and your natural hair and no makeup, it was the best you could do under short notice, to him you were stunning. His reaction made you blush a little,

“So where are we off to?” He held his hand out for you, like you’d done hundreds of times to him. You gladly took it and followed him through a portal he had opened to an empty ballroom. You were a bit confused until Strange walked over to a corner and plugged a cord in. The room lit up with thousands of tiny sparkling lights. He plugged in his tablet to a speaker and began playing a playlist of slow songs. In the center of the room, he had a single table with a dinner prepared. You looked around the room in awe of all the effort he had put into this. You finished looking around by looking at him, nervously bouncing on his toes, waiting for you to say something.

“This is incredible.”

“You’re incredible.” He said as he pulled out a chair for you. You sat down and he quickly joined you. He placed his hand on the table and it caught your attention. You stared at it for a moment, tracing the scars. He stilled felt a shiver run through him at the feeling.

“You’re hands not shaking anymore.” You point out, smiling when you see him shiver.

“I guess I finally found something to take my mind off them.” He turned his hand up to hold yours, running his thumb over the back of your hand. You blushed at the comment and gesture.

Months went by and you and Strange had become closer and closer. You never became more than friends though. You kept telling yourself it just wasn’t in the cards now, though you wanted it to happen, especially after that first night you hung out outside of the studies and practices. The both of you had become a little preoccupied though with the threat of the dark dimension trying to take over Earth, and you being offered the position of master of the New York sanctum. You had turned it down, suggesting Strange take the position instead. He accepted it, only if you would join him in protecting it. You agreed and moved back with to New York with him. One day you were walking past the library when you heard Strange talking to Wong, you didn’t want to eavesdrop, but you had heard your name and you just couldn’t help yourself from standing outside and listening.

“I’m crazy about her. I’ve never felt like this about anyone. I don’t even know how to tell her. You’ve known her longer than I have, what should I do?” Strange’s voice said.

“She’s a very straightforward person, I think you should just tell her. I’m almost 100% sure she feels the same.” Wong reassured him.

“She does.” You said, making your presence known. The two guys turned to you,

“(y/n)…” Strange froze, and Wong slowly backed away to give you two privacy.

“Stephen…” You responded. You paused for a moment, but you quickly strode over to him and smashed your lips onto his, long overdue. When you pulled away you put your thumb on his lip, rubbing the smooth skin, “I knew there was a reason I couldn’t give up on you.” He creased his eyebrows, confused as to what you were referencing. “When you came to Kamar-Taj asking to be taught the ancient one refused to teach you, but I insisted she give you a chance. She asked why I was willing to put everything on hold to teach you, a stranger. I told her I just had a feeling. Something pulled me to you that day. This was the reason.”

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christmas tree farm

Summary: TASM!Peter Parker gives you an early Christmas gift.

Warnings: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR NO WAY HOME!

Pairings: TASM!Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 2,792

A/N: Am I ever going to stop making scarlet witch references in my fics that have nothing to do with her? Probably not, but here's a cute little Christmas fic for everyone. This is my first Andrew Peter fic, so I hope you all like it! Happy Holidays!

“I have somewhere I want to take you.” Peter interrupted you studying to tell you.

“Okay… Right now?” You grinned, confused as to why he had the sudden thought. He nodded, standing up and taking your hand. You got up, trusting him completely. He led you over to the window, opening it and stepping out onto the fire escape. You paused,

“Do I need my coat?” He looked around observing the current state of the weather, shaking his head once he determined it was cold enough to have a light snow, but not enough to need the extra layers. You climbed out of the window and wrapped your arms tightly around him. He swung you two from building to building until you landed outside a white picket fence. You looked around confused, just seeing a bunch of trees,

“Where are we?” You asked.

“You’ll see.” He smiled, taking your hand, and pulling you around to the front of the fence, a giant sign hanging above your heads, ‘Christmas Tree Farm’ it read in big red letters. He guided you through the aisles of trees, some lit up with different colors to show potential buyers what it would look like in their homes. You looked around in awe at the picturesque scene of the soft snow fall creating a perfect coat on the trees. It looked like a snow globe, your own wonderland for just the two of you. Peter focused only on you, only on the way your face lit up brighter than the trees. The way your eyes glistened like the snow and your cheeks and tip of your nose flushed a soft pink when a slight breeze passed by. He guided you into a big red barn where people were chatting, kids running around and waiting in line to get a picture with Santa’s reindeer at the back of the barn. The two of you got in line for some hot cider, you were bouncing on your toes with excitement. When you got your cups, you held them close, breathing in the soft steam to warm your slight chill. You smiled at Peter and thanked him for bringing you here,

“It’s beautiful. I love it. Thank you for showing me this place.” You leaned up and kissed his cheek, causing him to blush and break out in a grin.

“You haven’t even seen the best part.” He threw his empty cup out in the nearby trash bin; you mimic his actions. Taking his hand as he led you through the barn out to the back of the property where there was a white gazebo lit up with dazzling gold and white twinkle lights. Your face fell into one of pure joy, it was gorgeous. He took you closer and you began to hear soft Christmas music playing out of speakers hidden along the ceiling of the gazebo. He dropped your hand, walking up the stairs, giving a slight bow and holding out his hand,

“May I have this dance?” He smiled a cheesy grin at you. You walked up the steps and pretended to grab a skirt you weren’t wearing, doing a slight curtsy,

“I would be honored.” You both laughed as he grabbed you by the waist and took one of your hands to begin slowly rocking you back and forth. “This is a fantastic Christmas gift. I don’t know how I’m going to top this.” You sighed, looking around at the glistening lights.

“You know you don’t have to get me anything. Besides, this isn’t your gift. This is just something I wanted to do with you. Give us a bit of normal for a second.”

“What do you mean? Are you saying that us going to college by day and you fighting crime by night only for you to come jumping through my window to have me patch you up… you’re saying that’s not normal?” You chuckled and he rolled his eyes at you. All the sudden, a flash happened, surrounding the two of you in a bright light. The ground started shaking and then it just stopped. “What was that?” You looked at Peter, walking over to the steps of the gazebo to look around the farm. “Ummm… Peter, I think that’s for you.” You held up a hand, pointing at the floating, sparking gold ring in the middle of the air showing a kitchen with two teenagers on the other side. Peter quickly stepped in front of you, pulling you behind his back.

“Peter?” The girl said.

“Yeah?” Peter said, walking forward, bringing you with him.

“Peter Parker?” She clarified. Peter nodded and stepped through the circle, you followed his movements, keeping behind him.

“Who are you? Where are we?” Peter looked around, confused as to what the hell was going on.

“Prove it.” The girl said.

“Prove what?” Peter asked.

“That you’re Peter Parker.”

“Well, I don’t really have my ID on me or anything like that.” He shrugged. She picked up a roll on the table and chucked it at him.

“What was that for?” He asked sadly looking down at the fallen bread.

“Do you not have the spider tingle thing?” She asked, looking suspicious of him.

“I do… but not for bread.”

“Walk on the wall.” She demanded. Peter raised his hand and stuck it to the ceiling, lifting himself slightly. He gave her a look saying, this enough for you? But she clearly wasn’t satisfied. “Crawl around.” She waved her hand telling him to go ahead. He sighed, rolling his eyes, but doing as she asked. This seemed to satisfy her, but she then turned to look at you, “Who are you?”

“My name’s (y/n), I’m Peter’s girlfriend.” You held your hands up in surrender as Peter fell back to the ground, taking his place back in front of you.

“Maybe we should keep opening portals until we find our Peter?” The boy asked and the girl nodded. He then held out his hands, opening another circle in the middle of the air. Another Peter came from the new circle.

The teens, who you found out were called MJ and Ned caught all of you up on what was happening and how you guys got there. The two Peters put their heads together and helped them come up with an idea of where their Peter might be. You all agreed to work together to help this Peter to set everything right and help the people attacking his city. You found yourselves in a high school lab room, as you all got to work on cures for the different villains.

“So, who are you?” The youngest Peter asked you as you walked around the tables to bring a liquid to your Peter.

“She’s, my MJ.” Your Peter answered, smiling at the way MJ was leaning into that Peter as they worked together on their cure. You could tell that he was about to ask another question but was cut off by his friend Ned telling him that something was done on the computer. You all finished up your work and headed off to the statue of liberty, only the three Peters left you, Ned, and MJ in the lab to guard the box that the bad guys were after. As they left through the portal Ned opened, you waited for him to close it, but he couldn’t figure out how. You looked out the portal, seeing how far away Peter was,

“Okay don’t tell Peter I’m doing this because he doesn’t quite know yet but…” You held up your hands and began chanting an incantation to close the portal, but you were too late. The lizard had reached through and began chasing after MJ who ran away with the box. You quickly opened a new portal underneath the lizard, dropping him off in front of your Peter, giving him the chance to give him his cure. You closed the portal off before MJ could fall through it.

“Woah, you’re magic too!” Ned turned to you; excitement written all over his face.

“I’m a witch.” You smiled at him. MJ rejoined you,

“Our teacher’s going to flip when we tell him we got to fight crime with an actual witch.” She said, Ned nodded in agreement. You chuckled, then turned to get back to working on closing the portal but when you turned you were being grabbed by the green goblin. He tossed a small bomb into the box, and grabbed you causing them to not realize until they heard the beeping. MJ last second threw the box out towards the water, but it released a spell that seemed to break open the sky in streaks of purple.

“Hello dear” the goblin creepily spoke to you as he flew you around, bringing you in full view of the Peters.

“Let me go you creep!” You punched him in the face, seeming to not faze him in the slightest. He actually began smiling wider, making a chill run down your spine.

“As you wish!” he laughed as he let you go, dropping you off his glider.

“(Y/N)!” Your Peter yelled as you began to fall, but you caught yourself, rising with your magic.

“Now that wasn’t very nice.” You frowned at the goblin, eyes shining a bright red as you tapped into your chaos magic. His eyes widened and for the first time since he arrived, actually looked scared. You sent an energy blast at him, sending him shooting down to a fallen bit of the statue, the youngest Peter swinging after him. You then looked around to the mess in the sky, you brought yourself down to your Peter who was looking at you stunned. “I’ll explain everything when we get home, but right now I need to find the man who created this spell.” You ran over to Ned and MJ and asked them who created the spell, they told you it was a man named Dr. Strange and Peter left him in something called the mirror dimension. You closed your eyes, thinking how desperately you needed to find this Dr. Strange, raised your hands and opened a portal. A man fell through the portal, looking around and turning on the kids,

“I was at the Grand Canyon for 12 hours!” Your Peter had made his way over to you while the oldest Peter went to go help this universe’s Peter.

“You were off at the Grand Canyon, while these kids were risking their lives?” Your Peter asked, clearly getting upset.

You put a hand on his chest to reassure him, looking at Dr. Strange, “Dr. Strange, sir, I need your help. The spell you created got loose and it’s currently breaking open the multiverse as we speak. I can close the portals, but I need to know what spell you used in the first place.” He suddenly seemed to notice the giant purple streaks behind you, his face turned pale. His cloak brought him higher up so he could get a better look. You shot yourself up to meet him. He explained what spell he did as he began trying a counter spell. It did work for a second, but the cracks soon became too much for him to handle on his own. “Dr. Strange, I can help. Let me help.” You stopped him so you could work out your own version of his counter spell. You built up the spell in red balls that swirled around you, you then shot your hands out above you, sending the balls of energy at the cracks. Streaks of red shot out of your whole body, your eyes glowing a violent shade. Your fingers slowly started to turn black. You’d never done a spell this big. You’d never done a spell using dark magic before. Slowly the cracks began to close. It was working, but you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold on. It was draining you and the black ink started creeping further up your fingers and hands the longer you held the spell. After what felt like eternity, the cracks finally closed, but you weren’t transported home. You slowly lowered yourself down to where your Peter was. He could tell how exhausted you were and quickly wrapped his arms around you, steadying you before you could fall. You weakly smiled at him, grateful. Dr. Strange lowered himself down to you as well,

“Thank you for your help, but I don’t understand why it didn’t send you all back.”

“Because all I did was close the openings to other universes. Your original spell was to make everyone forget who Peter Parker was, but it backfired to bring everyone who knew Peter Parker was Spider-Man here.” Dr. Strange nodded, already knowing this, but waiting to see where you were going with it, “So, to send the people who, know he’s Peter Parker back, you need to make us forget Peter Parker. You need to finish the original spell.”

“Wait… does that mean we’ll forget him too?” MJ asked, concern written all over her face. Dr. Strange nodded, “I need to talk to him first.” He went over to where the youngest and oldest Peters were, explaining the situation. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but you saw the youngest Peter nod, turn to give the older one a hug, and then shoot a web to join the four of you. He hugged your Peter, saying a quick thank you and goodbye. Then he turned to his friends to tell them his goodbyes.

“This doesn’t mean you’ll forget who I am when we get back does it?” You Peter asked you. You shook your head, but you weren’t actually sure, “I don’t think it could. I mean, even if it did, there’s no way I could ever forget you.” You put a hand on his cheek, and he leaned his head into it, smiling. He snapped out of it though when he noticed the black staining your thumb. He pulled your hand in front of him, seeing the damage clearly.

“What happened?” He was trying to rub the black off like it was ink, but you just winced at the pain it caused. He quickly stopped when he notices you cringe. “I’m sorry.” He said, rubbing gentle circles over the area instead.

“I’ve never used the kind of magic I had to use for that spell before. It’s a dark kind of magic that most witches learn, but never practice. It comes with a price. It drains you of your magic. The more and more you use it, the weaker you become. It should go away in a few hours once I regain my strength.” You squeezed his hand in reassurance.

Just then a flash and rumble of the ground occurred and before you knew it the two of you were back in the gazebo. You turned and smiled at your Peter, still remembering him. “So much for having a normal time together.” He grinned, putting his arm around you, and shooting a web to swing the two of you away.

When you got back to your apartment, you climbed back in through the window. You started to walk towards your door, going to get a glass of water. As you opened the door, you turned your body to ask Peter if he wanted some water, but you were stopped in your tracks when you saw him on one knee, holding out a small black velvet box. Your mouth fell open, and you slowly made your way over to him.

“I wanted to do this at the Christmas tree farm, but apparently fate had other plans for us. (Y/N), I’ve loved you for years now, you’ve become my home when I’m feeling alone.” You softly laughed, tears starting to well-up in your eyes. “There is no one I’d rather spend the rest of my life with. No one I’d rather call my wife. So would you do me the honor of making me your husband?” He popped open the box to show a delicate, thin gold band with a single diamond in the center. You nodded your head and stuck out your still blackened hand. He carefully slid the ring on, trying not to hurt you, but you could care less. You quickly grabbed his collar, lifting him up to you as you pulled him into a kiss.

“Now I really won’t be able to top this Christmas gift.” You grinned at him as you pulled away. He laughed, throwing his head back.

“You’re the only Christmas gift I need.” He kissed your nose, making you scrunch it.

“God Parker, way to be cheesy… I love it.” You teased, “I love you.” Making him lift you up and spin you around.

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tis the damn season

Summary: What if you got trapped in the mirror dimension with Dr. Strange?

Warnings: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR NO WAY HOME! Mentions of death.

Pairings: Dr. Strange x reader, Peter Parker x platonic!reader

Word count: 4,641

A/N: Kind of a Christmas fic? mostly towards the end! Also catch this being like my hundredth fic where the reader has basically Wanda's powers, but they're just so cool, I love her 🥺Anyway, Happy Holidays everyone, hope you have a good time with family and friends!

“Peter, don’t do this.” You warned, knowing what he was about to do before he could even raise his arm to do it. You step in front of him, “They have to go home, we can’t mess with their realities like this.” You tried to reason, hoping you could get through to him where Strange couldn’t. You heard his thoughts, telling you that he doesn’t care about any of that, that these people deserved a second chance, you knew there was no reasoning with him, but that wasn’t going to stop you from standing by Strange’s decision. Peter thwiped some webbing around you, grabbing ahold of the box, giving you an apologetic smile, and running away with it.

“DON’T!” Strange yelled, about to go after him, but Peter shot him into one of the cells on the back wall.

“Peter… give me the box.” You started to twist your hands, building up your energy in a blue orb, “I don’t want to hurt you or your friends.” Your eyes started to glow an icy blue.

“Woah, how do your eyes do that?” Ned looked at you in awe, and it was just enough of a split-second distraction for you to power down and Peter to run.

“This is why I never had kids.” Strange sighed as he walked through the cell wall

“HA! Yeah, that’s why.” You chuckled as you ran after Peter with him, he gave you a nasty glare, but you pretended not to see it. The two of you caught up with Peter outside of the sanctum where he was trying to swing away, but Strange created a portal for him to just land right back where he started. He tried swinging away again, but this time Strange made two portals so he would catch his own foot with his webbing. You put an energy field around him that brought him back down to the ground in front of the two of you. Strange then pushed Peter’s astral form from his body to get him to stop moving, but for some reason it didn’t really work.

“Woah, am I dead!?” Peter’s astral form exclaimed.

“No, I’ve separated your physical and astral form.” He reached to grab the box from Peter’s physical form, but for some reason he was able to still move the box just out of reach, “How are you doing that?”

“I have no idea, but this feels awesome!” He began to swim back to his body and re-entered it. He stood up straight and pointed at Strange, “That was really cool, but never do that again.” He then thwiped his webbing up to a building and started to swing away. Strange sent his cloak after him, and it did catch him for a moment, but Peter was able to wiggle his way out of it. You attempted to put another energy field around Peter, but thanks to his extra sense, he dodged it just in time. This left Strange no choice, he brought all three of you into the mirror dimension.

“Where are we?!” Peter yelled as he fell through a kaleidoscope of scenes.

“The mirror dimension, where I’m in charge.” Strange brought the three of you onto a train where Peter held out his hand to try to stop the two of you for a moment,

“I don’t want to fight you guys! But we can’t do this to them. They’ll die!”

“Peter, we don’t want them to die any more than you do. But if that’s how their fate is laid out, there’s nothing we can do. Please try to understand.” You tried to plead with him while you secretly duplicated yourself, walking underneath the train, crawling up the side and sneaking up behind Peter, you shot an energy blast into his mind before he had time to react to feeling you behind him. You showed him what his future was if he were to continue down this path. Death, destruction, loss, and so much pain.

“Peter, if we let that spell loose or don’t end this now, millions of people from different universes who all know Peter Parker is Spider-Man will be on their way here to find you.” Strange tried to persuade him while he slowly walked closer to him. Peter shook his head, getting you out of his head.

“Peter, you’ll lose so much if you keep on this path.” You whispered in his ear.

“I have to try. They deserve to have a second chance.” Peter whispered back and swung away on a rock. You both chased after him, Strange trying to catch him with an energy whip, which ended up shattering the mirror dimension even further, causing swirls of rocks. Strange floated in the center of it all, finally holding the box, you on a rock right next to him, waiting for him to open a portal out. Peter observed the situation and began to shoot webs at random rocks.

“I’m sorry Peter,” Strange said as he opened up a portal back to the sanctum, “I’ll come back for you in a bit.” But just then Peter webs started to attach to the two of you, pulling you side by side with Strange.

“You know what’s cooler than magic? Math!” Peter shouted as he shot a web at the box and the final of his other webs tightened, pulling you and Strange chest to chest, and strung together in midair. He then shot a web at Strange’s sling ring, ripping it off his fingers,

“Ow!” Strange huffed.

“Sorry!” Peter said as he jumped through the portal, “But I have to try” he said, looking back one last time, then gone as the poral closed on its own.

“Well, this is awkward.” You chuckled realizing how close you were to Strange.

“That kids got some nerve, I tell you!” Strange huffed out in frustration.

“Makes for a great superhero though.” You attempted to shrug but could barely move your arms.

“Can you energy blast his webs or something to at least get us apart?” Strange asked

“I mean I could but why would I want to miss out on all this quality time with you?” You chuckled. He glared at you, clearly not in the mood for jokes, “Okay, okay, geeze. If looks could kill.” You muttered. You built up a ball of energy in one hand and attempted to shoot it at the webs wrapping the two of you together, but it ended up aiming at Strange instead,

“HEY, WATCH IT!” He yelled as he just barely moved his head out of the way.

“Okay apparently I cannot get us out of this. I can’t move my hand the right way. We’re just going to have to stay like this until his webbing dissolves.” You sighed.

“How long will that take?”

“I think I heard him think something along the lines of an hour we’d be free?”

“AN HOUR?” he was clearly getting claustrophobic.

“Hey, don’t worry. We can play a game or something, distract ourselves until we can get out of here.” You tried reassuring him. He just looked off into the distance in silence. “Or we could stay here in silence, whatever works!”

“Why do you think I never had kids?” He asked out of nowhere.

“What?” You asked bewildered, completely forgetting your comment earlier.

“Earlier I said this is why I never had kids and you laughed and said, ‘yeah that’s why’. So, why would you say that unless you meant something else?” He turned his head to the side so he could look at you, you guys were basically nose to nose as you turned to look back at him.

“I just meant that you’re not the type of guy who wants to settle down.” You looked away, feeling bad about your comment that you didn’t even think twice about, but clearly bothered him.

“Maybe I am, I just haven’t found a reason to settle down yet.” He turned his head to look away. You paused for a moment and thought about what he said, “So if someone you loved came to you one day and said they wanted you to give up the life of a sorcerer and settle down, would you do it?”

“Why do I have to give up being a sorcerer?” He asked

“Because it’s a dangerous, life-threatening activity and if it were me, I wouldn’t want the father of my children to be constantly risking their life. Knowing that at any moment in time you might have to give them some made up story as to why their dad chose to go save the world and give up his life instead of stick around to watch them grow up. I might be selfish to ask that of them, but I think I’d have the right to ask that much of them.”

“Would you give up your powers to be a mom?” Strange asked you.

“I can’t really give up my powers, so no. But I would give up the whole Avenger’s gig. In. a. heartbeat.” You emphasized the last couple words.

“What do you think you’d do if you weren’t an Avenger?”

“I’ve always had an interest in writing. Maybe I’d become a publisher or author or journalist. Who knows? I’ve never really had the option to do anything else.”

“But you’ve thought about it?”

“Of course, I’ve thought about it.”

“Who do you see?” Strange asked, almost as a whisper.

“Who do I see myself being?” You asked confused.

“No. Who do you see by your side?”

“Oh.” In all honesty, you’ve definitely pictured yourself ending up with Strange one day. That was your first instinct to say, but you quickly bit your tongue, almost forgetting who you were about to say it to. “No one in particular. But I think that it would be me and them and four kids, two boys and two girls. We’d try to live the perfect suburban life but in reality, we’re far from perfect, and that’s okay.”

“That sounds nice.” Strange gave a faint smile.

“What about you? Since you claim you’re the type of man to settle down, what’s your future look like?” There was a pregnant pause, and you couldn’t help but slip into his thoughts. They mirrored yours just minutes ago. Not the thought of the perfect little family where the people had no faces or particular features. He was picturing you and him in a suburban neighborhood chasing around your four kids, two boys and two girls. He was picturing what you’d have random daydreams about if he ever brushed past you or winked at you or made you laugh so hard, you’d have to grab your side and start crying.

“I guess you’re right, I’m not the type of man to settle down.” He finally answered you, pretending he couldn’t think of the answer to your question. You were about to answer him but was stopped by the sudden jolt of the webbing loosening and you falling from your position in the random spinning sky. Thankfully you were able to catch yourself before you got hit by a spinning rock and you levitated up to a rock that was floating in front of where Strange was now held up by his cloak.

“Well, that was fun!” You chuckled at the horror that briefly crossed his face as he watched you slip.

“Define fun.” Strange gave you a look like you were deranged. You rolled your eyes at him.

The hours dragged by after that. You tried playing different games, like eye spy or 20 questions, but you both eventually gave up and got bored. You began sending random energy blasts as different boulders, shattering them to bits, then hitting those bits with more blasts until they were microscopic bits. Strange simply sat and watched.

“What’d you get Wong for Christmas?” You randomly turned and asked him.

“Socks with cats on them. Why, what did you get him?” He eyed you.

“I don’t want to say… It’s embarrassing.” You blushed.

“Well now I have to know!” Strange sat up straighter and his cloak brought him a bit closer to him.

“I know it’s dumb and childish, but he’s always complaining that I don’t clean up after myself enough or that I talk too much when he’s trying to concentrate… so I made him one of those coupon books with things like ‘cash this in for one hour of cleaning the sanctum’ or ‘cash this in for 30 mins of silence’.” You looked away, seeing his face break out into a smile.

“That’s… perfect” He was obviously trying to hold back a laugh.

“Shut up! It came from the heart and that’s what matters!” You swatted at him but his cloaked pulled him back before you could touch him.

“What’d you get me?” He wiggled his eyebrows, “one hour of you being nice to me coupons?”

“You wish I made coupons for you.” You flipped him off. “Anyway, I can’t tell you because it would ruin the surprise, you’ll just have to wait another week.” You shrugged.

“Awe you’re no fun!”

“Define fun” You challenged him back and he laughed. You turned back to the random floating rocks, getting ready to blast some more when a portal popped up. On the other side were Peter’s friends,

“Oops.” Ned said as he held up his hands trying to close the portal before Strange and you could get through, but he was taking too long and you both joined them back in their dimension. Strange grabbed the box from MJ and you floated up to where you saw Peter and two other guys in Spider-Men suits. You looked between the three of them, trying to wrap your head around them all being there, but first you had a bone to pick with your Peter,

“We have been stuck in the Grand Canyon for TWELVE HOURS!” You shouted at him. The oldest looking Peter stood in front of your Peter and the other got closer to you and demanded to know why you were lollygagging in the Grand Canyon and not helping Peter. “I wasn’t helping him because he trapped me there with no way to get back! I tried to help him but all I got was trapped.” You crossed your arms and stared down the Peter that dared to blame you for this.

“Aunt May is dead.” Your Peter said, breaking your stare from the other one, to look at him.

“Oh Pete… I’m so sorry.” Your heart broke for the poor kid.

“I should’ve listened to you, I know that. You showed me her dying and I thought I could change that, but I was wrong. I was too late. But I’m not too late to help these guys, which was her dying wish. Please, let me do this. For her.” He had tears welling up in his eyes. You could hear Strange processing his words and still contemplating pressing the button on the box.

“His plan is working; we were able to help a few of them already.” The Peter in front of you pointed down to the man that once was a lizard slowly changing into himself again. You looked back up to the three Peters and nodded your head. You looked down to Strange and gave him an apologetic smile as you grabbed ahold of the box with your magic and floated it up to you.

“You guys do what you have to do, but as soon as they’re cured, I’m hitting this button and sending everyone back, you got it?” You wagged a finger at them like a mom disciplining her children. They nodded and turned into a small huddle to try and figure out what they were going to do next. Before you levitated off to the top of the statue, you heard the one Peter who you stared down ask, “She can see the future? I wonder if she could see what I’m going to have for dinner next Friday” “Why would you need to see that?” The oldest Peter asked. “I don’t know. Maybe so when next Friday’s dinner comes around, I won’t have to ponder what I’ll have because I’ll already know!” “You get the chance to see your future and that’s the moment you choose to see?” Your Peter asked. You laughed to yourself as you met Strange at the top of the statue.

The Peters went to work as Strange went to work on closing and containing the spell. All was going well until the Goblin came flying in and threw a small bomb into the box, breaking the spell open, and throwing you off the statue. Strange hesitated for a moment, about to reach for you, but remembering when you caught yourself earlier and instead bringing his focus back to the broken spell that was now breaking open the sky in purple streaks. What Strange didn’t know was you were knocked out by the blast and your unconscious body had no one to stop it from tumbling further and further down. That is until one of the Peters swung by and grabbed you, landing with you in his arms bridal style. He laid you down on the ground and lightly shook your shoulder, trying to get you to come to. Your eyes fluttered open, seeing the man above you crying as he held you. You had no idea who this man was or why his was crying but his thoughts were loud at that moment, and you quickly learned why.

“It’s not your fault.” You wiped the mixture of tears and dirt off his cheek, “It never was your fault she died.”

“How did you…” He started to stutter,

“I can read minds as well.” You said as you began to sit up on your own. “Thank you for catching me, I appreciate it.”

“Of course.” You began to stand up and you were going to levitate back up to Strange to help him with the spell but was stopped by Peter grabbing your arm, “I know this is probably a bad time, but… will I be okay when I go back?” His eyes were filled with panic and sadness. You could see memories of him after the death of his girlfriend, him losing it. Him going dark. Him hurting instead of helping people. You knew his fear. You walked up closer to him and shot a bit of magic into his head to show him his future.

“You’re going to be just fine, Peter.” You smiled at him when he regained a focus on you. He was silently sobbing at this point. He mouthed a thank you and pulled you in for a tight hug. You hugged him back, knowing that was what he needed most, reassurance and a hug.

You met Strange back at the top of the statue and he was struggling to keep ahold on the spell.

“Is there anything you can do (y/n)?” He looked at you pleadingly. You looked down at your hands and formed a ball of energy, concentrating on it. Slowly making it bigger and bigger, until you swung your hands out over your head, screaming as the spell took almost everything out of your already exhausted body. You formed a bubble around the spell, containing it to just the area, keeping it from expanding.

“The best I can do is contain it. It’s not my spell though, I can’t stop it!” You yelled as you struggled to keep your hold on the field of energy. Your Peter then joined the two of you, seeing your struggle.

“I think you have to complete the spell sir.” Peter said to Strange.

“But everyone will forget you. Everyone who loves you will forget… we’ll all forget you.” Strange said, correcting himself, realizing how much he would miss the kid.

“I know, but it’s what’s best for everyone else. I’m ready sir.” He reassured him.

“Call me Stephen” He smiled at him sadly.

“I’m ready Stephen.” Peter smiled softly. You looked at Strange for confirmation that he was going to recast the spell, and he slightly nodded, giving you the que to let go. You released your spell and turned around and hugged Peter tightly.

“I’m going to miss you, Parker.” You felt yourself begin to tear up.

“Don’t worry as soon as I can I’m going to come find you guys, explain everything, and continue annoying you and causing loads of headaches for you.” He patted your back, you pulled away and smiled at him.

“You better.” You returned his smile, “I’m sorry about May.” You whispered to him.

“Yeah, me too.” He frowned but quickly composed himself and nodded, giving a sort of sendoff to you and Strange as he went to say goodbye to the other Peter’s and MJ and Ned.

A week later you, Wong, Strange, and a few other apprentices were sitting around the Christmas tree in the middle of the sanctum. You conjured up cups of hot coco for everyone as you all wrapped yourselves in as many layers as possible to avoid the cold snow that was still sticking around, covering every surface of the room. You handed Wong your gift to him, Strange giving you a smirk as he opened it.

“I love it!” He happily flipped through the book, laughing at some of the coupons that were also inside jokes between the two of you. You threw a smug look at Strange and gave Wong a hug,

“I’m glad!” He then gave you his gift to you, a gift certificate to the spa uptown that you always say you wish you could go to,

“You remembered!” You looked up at him from the gift, so excited.

“How could I not, every time we pass it you stare in the window and say how much you think it would be cool to have a spa day.” He chuckled,

“Well, I’m very grateful, thank you Wong.” You hugged him again.

As Strange and him exchanged gifts you walked around to the others and gave them all little gifts boxes with candies and other treats in them, a thanks for all their hard work and dedication. You were talking to a girl named Sam about how long you think the snow is going to last when Strange came up to you and asked if he could speak to you. You apologized for leaving the girl and followed him up to the library.

“Are you taking me away from the group to murder me?” You joked

“Yes, no one will hear you up here.” Strange, teased back, making you laugh.

“Happy Christmas.” He turned to you, stopping you in your tracks in the center of the library.

“You brought me all the way here to say ‘happy Christmas’ to me?” You giggled.

“Well, yes. But I also wanted to give you this.” He pulled a long rectangle box out from his robes and handed it to you. You hesitated to take it. It was clearly a piece of jewelry. You knew how reckless of a spender he was and you began to fear he got you something ridiculously expensive when you only made him a sweater. But, you took it from his shaking hands, giving a grateful smile. You slowly popped open the box to reveal and striking gold bracelet. Two thin gold chains wrapped around each other in an endless loop. It was beautiful, but too much.

“I can’t accept this.” You close the box and give it back to him. His face fell for a second,

“Well why not?”

“It’s too much. It’s too expensive. I couldn’t possibly accept this knowing I couldn’t repay you.” You shook your head, insisting he take it back. He just chuckled and waved his hand over the box, making it disappear and the bracelet secure itself around your wrist.

“I insist you take it.” He smiled, seeing how it looked perfect against your delicate skin.

“All I got you was this.” You conjured your gift to him and handed him the box. He opened it and revealed the sweater. It was a deep, earthy green knit.

“Did you make this?” He asked as he felt the material, looking at the pattern. You nodded,

“Yeah, I picked out the color thinking it would make your eyes pop. Not that you really need them to pop, but I just thought it would complement them well. And I thought you could use something extra to keep you warm since we don’t know just how long this snow thing is going to last.” Your rambling was cut off by him smiling at you,

“I love you…”

“You what?”

“I love i-it. I love the sweater! I love your effort into your gifts is what I was going to say.” A deep red blush began to creep up his neck and cover his face. You stood there in shock for a moment. You knew he might’ve felt this way based on what you saw in his thoughts in the mirror dimension, but you didn’t think something like this would happen.

“Ask me again.” You muttered.

“What?” He asked, confused by your sudden change of topic.

“Ask me again what I see when I picture my future.” You insisted softly.

“Oh. Umm, what do you see when you picture your future?” He asked, confused as to where you were going with this. You gathered up a small ball of energy and showed him your daydreams of you and him living together, having a family together, growing old together. He opened his eyes, and a grin slowly grew on his face, “Oh.” Was all he whispered.

“Oh indeed.” You whispered back as you grabbed his face and kissed him, feeling like everything was falling into place.

Later that day you snuck out of the sanctum and made a trip out to a small apartment complex where you knew Peter was now staying. You’d been tracking his movements since the last time you spoke on that statue. You waited for someone to use their key to get in the building, asking them to hold the door, a big box filling your hands. You took the elevator up to the third floor, finding his room number and knocking three times. Peter opened the door and confusion flooded his face.

“(y/n)? What are you doing here? How did you know I was here? How do you even know who I am?” He bombarded you with questions as he stepped aside, letting you in.

“I’m here because no one should be alone on Christmas. I knew you were here because I’ve been keeping track of you to make sure you were doing okay. I know who you are because when Strange casted that spell I put a sort of counter spell force field around my mind so I wouldn’t forget you.” You set the box down on his dining room table and turned to him with a smile.

“Why would you do that?” He asked, still stunned.

“Because Peter, I knew you were going to shut yourself out from everyone. Start over. Leave your friends behind thinking it’s what’s best for them. I didn’t want you to be completely alone.”

“How did you know I’d do all of that?” Peter asked, completely forgetting you can see the future. You raised one eyebrow at him, giving him a minute to think it over and then it dawned on him, “Oh right! The whole future seeing trick!” You chuckled,

“Now get over here and open your gift!” You excitedly shoved it towards him. He gladly grabbed it, sitting crossed legged on the ground. It was a giant Lego death star set. He held it up, getting a good look at it, and then smiled at you, tears in his eyes, “Thank you.”

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about damn time

Summary: Dr. Strange needs some emotional support

Warnings: NO SPOILERS FOR NO WAY HOME! Swearing, death.

Pairings: Dr. Strange x reader

Word count: 2,290

A/N: My first ever writing for Dr. Strange, yay! I based this off of one of the scenes in the preview for Dr. Strange Multiverse of Madness, so if you haven't watched that trailer yet, https://youtu.be/Rt_UqUm38BI watch it here (also be prepared to have your mind blown by that trailer!) Really hope you enjoy!

You were in your room reading a book before bed when you got a shiver down your spine and your ears perked up. You stood up and put on your sling ring, opening a portal to the room above yours, rising through it and landing on his hardwood floors with a soft thud. He didn’t even bother to look at you,

“What?” He croaked from his chair facing the window, watching the rain.

“What happened?” You said, not daring to take a step forward.

“Nothing. Leave me.” He waved his hand to the door and opened it for you. You waved your hand, shutting it.

“Not until you tell me what’s happened.” You gently pushed. There was a long silence before he sighed, knowing you well enough to know you wouldn’t back down.

“Christine is getting married. I just received the invite.” He picked it up from his coffee table to the side of his chair and showed it to you. You slowly walked forward and took the invite. It was tear stained.

“I thought you said you were happy for her when you found out she was dating someone?”

“I thought I was… was I?” He asked you, still not looking away from the window.

“No. But I thought it was a momentary lapse, nothing more.” You could feel his emotions surrounding you like a tidal wave. It was suffocating how upset he was. “What can I do to help?”

“Nothing. Nothing anyone can do now.” He sighed.

“I can take the pain away if you want.” You gulped, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“No. I want to feel this, maybe it’ll help me actually get to the being happy for her part.”

“I can make you forget her you know. I can even make you forget the way she makes you feel but keep the memories of her.” You offered.

“You can do that?” He asked, finally looking at you with a slight glimpse of hope.

You nodded, “I can alter all of your memories so it’s as if she never existed or she existed, but you never loved her.”

He thought about it for a moment but shook his head, “No, I can’t do that. This is just temporary; I’ll get over it.”

“Do you want to talk about it then?” You took your hand off his shoulder but waved it to pull a chair up next to his.

“There’s not much to talk about. I just… kind of assumed that we’d eventually come back to each other, that we were meant to be.”

“Well, I don’t know if this will help but what if you were to look into your future to see if you do?”

“How would that help?” He scoffs.

“Well… You could see if you are eventually meant to be, which could make you feel better, giving you hope for a future with her, or you could see that you’re not meant to be, but you could see a future where you’re happy without her, giving you the strength to move on.” You suggested.

“Even if I wanted to, I don’t have the time stone anymore, I can’t look into the future or past anymore.” He shook the idea from his head, even though you could feel the hope rising in him as he listened to your suggestion.

You sighed, “I’m not technically supposed to be doing this but… I can show you the future. I can show you your future.”

“How? And why aren’t you supposed to do it?”

“Have you never seen a time-traveling movie? You’re not supposed to know your future because you could change the slightest thing to not get that future, which could have a world of implications.” You threw your hands in the air as you spoke, trying to emphasize your point.

“Implications aside, how can you do that? That’s nothing we’ve trained you to do and your natural abilities are limited to emotions, thoughts, and memories.” He turned his body towards you, looking all over your face for a slip in facial expression that gave you away.

“Well… and don’t get mad!” You held your hands up in defense, “I may or may not have lied to you about what I could do before I started training with you.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t want to be… I don’t know, stepping on your toes. Well, I guess Wong’s toes now, but toes would’ve been stepped on. I essentially didn’t want to be seen as a threat by whoever claimed they were the most powerful sorcerer.” You blushed a little, looking down and picking at your fingernails.

“you’re telling me you think you’re more powerful than me or Wong. Wong whose been studying longer than me and me who was sorcerer supreme immediately after the chosen one died and I’d only been practicing for a few months?” He chuckled, thinking you were trying to joke and make him feel better.

“Well technically… I was born a witch and I am the most powerful in my coven, so much so that they expelled me, thinking I was a product of dark magic. I’ve only gotten stronger through my studies here. I’m basically Wanda without the radiation of the mind stone. Well, if Wanda knew she was a witch at birth and has been practicing magic her whole life.” You chuckled.

“Okay I’m going to pretend like I’m not hurt that you’ve never told me any of this… Let’s do it.” He said, standing up. There was a look on his face that you recognized,

“You’re just agreeing so you can see if I’m bluffing, aren’t you?” You laughed as you stood up.

“Yeah, pretty much.” He shrugged.

“Okay well prepare to have your mind blown.” You wiggled your eyebrows and you started to wave your hands above each other, forming a blue ball of light. You looked up at Strange’s surprised face. You held the orb in your hand and lifted it up to his forehead and pushed it into his mind.

Strange fell into a scene that looked like he never left his room. But he was looking at you and him as if in a different body. He listened to what you two were talking about,

“I have to leave.” You said in a soft voice.

“Leave? Like for business or vacation or…” He stopped when he saw you shaking your head, looking him deeply in the eyes.

“Oh. You mean… leave.” You nodded, confirming his suspicions. “Why? Did something happen?”

“You. That’s what happened.” You stood up on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek, turning without a word and walking out of the room, walking through the past Strange as if he was a ghost.

Strange was sucked out of the room and dropped into another scene. This one was set in an apartment; one he’d never seen before. You came in with your hair in a messy ponytail, throwing the bags of groceries on the counter.

“Babe! Can you come help me put the groceries away?” You huffed as you struggled untangling the handles of the bags that you insisted on taking all in one trip. Purple and red stripes up your arm making that clear.

“Did you get more mouthwash?” Another Strange appeared from a room along a back wall.

You sighed, “Was it on the list?” You shook your head, already knowing the answer.

“No… But I thought you could read minds?” He teased, poking your side. You stuck your tongue out at him and turned to put the eggs in the fridge, walking through the past Strange.

Strange was sucked up again and dropped into another scene, this time in a house much bigger than the apartment. A small child probably about 4 years old came running through the living room where Strange was watching from. They were screaming,

“You’ll never catch me mommy!” You came out of another room pretending to run in slow motion,

“You’re… just… too… fast!” You slowed your words to match your pace. The kid then turned to you with an iron man toy glove on and “shot” a blaster at you.

“Oh no! Mommy down!” You grabbed your stomach and fell to your knees, “Tell daddy I love him!” You fell on your side and stuck your tongue out the side of your mouth, playing dead.

“Noooooo… Mommy I didn’t mean it!” The child came over and shook your body trying to get you up, you peeked open one eye. You quickly got up and grabbed the kid by the waist, picking them up and running them over to the couch where you laid them down and began tickling them,

“I guess you’ll have to pay the price!” You pretended to do a witches laugh.

“What’s going on here?” A voice laced with laughter spoke from the front door.

“Daddy’s home!” The child got up and ran over to another version of Strange, walking through the past Strange, and jumped into his arms.

Strange was sucked up again and dropped into one last scene, this time in a hospital. His hospital. Christine was speaking to him in the hallway, outside of a room that Strange kept looking anxiously into through the small window.

“She’s going to be fine. I think her magic protected her heart. Which is a weird sentence I never thought I’d say,” Christine chuckled a little.

“What happened in the first place? Everything should’ve been fine, we had a birth plan ready, down to the last minute.” Strange was clearly getting upset the longer they were in the hallway.

“I think it was just too much for her body. I would recommend waiting awhile before doing anything strenuous…” She was cut off by you pushing a button to call for help. Her and Strange went into your room.

“Honey…” You croaked, “How is the baby?”

“Perfectly healthy. They’re in the nursery sleeping.” Christine reassured you.

“Can I have a moment with Strange?” Christine nodded and walked back out to the hallway.

“I have to leave.” You whispered.

“What?” Strange said, desperately taking your hand and shaking his head, “No. I don’t know what you mean.”

“It’s my time. My magic will only help me so much, as you know.” You gave him a sad smile, rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand.

“But you’re more powerful than me, you can heal better than I ever could’ve.” He said in a begging voice. You used a what little strength you had to calm his emotions.

“Listen to me, I love you, but this is a battle I can’t fight. It’s my time. I don’t want to leave you or the kids behind, but I can’t hold on much longer. I can feel my spell slipping. Please, raise them knowing that I loved them more than anything in this world and that they were to best things to have ever happened to me.” You kissed his hand, “Please go on knowing that I loved you more than I’ve ever loved someone and that you have helped me be the best version of myself in every way possible. You’re who I’d wake up smiling about and you’re who I’d go to bed reaching for, even before we finally started dating. You and those kids are my world Stephen Strange, and I never ever want you to forget that.” A tear slipped out of the corner of your eye.

“Does it hurt?” He held your cheek as he held back his tears.

“Not so much anymore, now that you’re here with me.” You smile but it begins to fade as your grip on his hand loosens and the heart monitor begins to flatline. Christine runs into the room, walking through past Strange’s body, removing him from the scene.

“Well?” You ask as his mind comes back to his body and he opens his eyes, “Did it work? Did you see your future love life?” You smiled, curious. You could feel his emotions ranging from confusion to happy to overwhelming joy to heartbreak while he was gone.

“I saw everything I needed to. Thank you.” He smiled, grabbing your hand, and giving it a squeeze. You laughed, confused, “You’re welcome! Wait, was I there at all? I have this recurring dream that you and I end up getting in a fight that makes me leave here but I keep thinking it’s because I’m tired of you pretending, you’re more powerful than me!” You laugh trying to crack a joke, but he didn’t seem to take it as a joke. His emotions seemed to change to fear and excitement as he leaned in, cupping your face, and kissing you. You are shocked at first, but eventually lean in and kiss him back.

“Well, that was some thank you.” You smiled as he pulled away. Then something dawned on you, and he got nervous as you got a look of panic on your face. “It was me! You saw me, didn’t you!? I knew I shouldn’t have shown you! This probably isn’t even how we got together and now we’ve completely changed the course of our relationship and fate!”

“I’m okay with that. I think I’ll take the consequences of the universe if it means I don’t waste time pretending I’m not crazy about you and haven’t been since I met you.”

“What about Christine?” You ask, looking for hesitation in his emotions or across his face.

“It’s like you said, a momentary lapse. It’s you, it’s always going to be you.” He said with so much confidence it was radiating off of him. You grinned as you leaned in,

“About damn time Strange.” You kissed him, wrapping your arms around his neck and relaxing into him.

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Kinda wanna re-watch fatws just so I can watch this moody broody man 😍

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Warm The Lonely Night

Pairing: Kate Bishop X Fem Reader (no y/n)

Description: Kate has been through a lot in the past few days, but she still makes time to bring you your Christmas gift. Why? Cause she’s gotta tell you that she likes you.

Warnings: small spoilers for Hawkeye, slight mention of the cuts on Kate’s face

Word Count: 1.8 k

A/N: I’m in love with Kate and Hailee like ugh, also this is my first time writing for a girl. I’m so happy its her cause I’m in love! She’s too beautiful. Title inspired by the song Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You.

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Clint had called her just minutes before she found herself in this position. He asked where she was, the tone of a dad coming through the speaker. She said she was at her aunt’s place, where she was supposed to be. He was not convinced. She tried again and said she was just out to get some things from her mom’s pent house, some of her old arrows and a few changes of clothes. Clint still did not sound convinced, warning her not to get into trouble. She hung up with a huff and shoved her phone into a pocket.

Kate was currently scaling a New York apartment building, holding onto nothing but the rails of a narrow fire escape. The wind blew strong and snowfall threatened to blur her vision. She counted the floors as she went. As the numbers increased and the higher she went, the more the feeling in her stomach ached. The feeling was not from a fear of heights or the fear of being spotted climbing up the side of a building. It was more complicated than that.

There were a few levels left. Something in her dreaded it, the building suspense as she was getting closer and closer. The knot churning and tightening in her stomach was making her sick. Kate did not want to admit it, but she was nervous. So nervous that a hand frequently hovered over another pocket, making sure she did not drop the box inside. 

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Goodnight and Good Morning

Pairing: Doctor Strange X Fem!Reader

Description: Stephen admires you while you’re sleeping, cuddles while sleeping, and all around a fluffy night and morning.

Warnings: NON! JUST FLUFF!

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Originally posted on Quotev

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The light that came from the lamp on the bedside table was dimmer than he would have wished, but Stephen could still use it to see in the dark room. It was way past sunset, midnight even, but he was wide awake and reading a book with his back propped up against the headboard of the bed. He found himself lost in a fiction book tonight. Since constantly being buried up in sorcery books for his studies, he has not had time to read for pleasure. But you had recommended him a book that he was hooked on and was reading before going to sleep. ‘One more chapter,’ he had said to himself. But then it was another, and another, he had gotten a little dedicated to it.

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Stephen : Ugh, crushes are so dumb.

Y/N: I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid.

Stephen : But you’re always acting stupid?

Y/N: ...

Y/N: Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.

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DECEMBER DRABBLES – DAY SIXTEEN: "There’s no way you can get me to go to your parent’s house for Christmas dinner" with Stephen Strange from Marvel.

“No,” Stephen said, putting his bag down on the kitchen island and walking over to the fridge. He was barely in the door of your apartment to stay the night and you’d already bombarded him with the worst possible question. “I appreciate the thought, but no.”

You pouted and sat up on one of the stools. “But why?”

He got a bottle of beer out of your fridge, closed the door and then popped the lid off before leaning up against the counter behind him. It was all very domestic, him being in your home and treating it like his. You liked that he did that whenever he came over.

“I just don’t do those things,” he took a swig of the beer, “I’m not a parents kinda guy.”

Stephen had met your parents before. It wasn’t like he’d never seen them in his entire life. Sure, the meeting had been quite brief and Stephen had to dash off very quickly after introducing himself, but he had seen them. They knew who he was, and they’d liked him.

It was just him that thought they didn’t.

“Stephen, it’s just one night. It’s a few hours,” you leant on your hand. “I’d really rather you came with me so I didn’t have to go alone. I’ll only get asked questions all night about where you are if you don’t come with me.”

He raised his eyebrows at you. “There’s no way you can get me to go to your parents house for Christmas dinner.” He was very certain in his words.

With a sigh, you slumped back and leaned against the back of the stool. It was useless trying, even though you thought you might be able to win him over. “Okay,” your voice was small on purpose, “I’m sorry for asking. I’ll just go alone. We’ll have to spend Christmas apart this year.”

That caught his attention. “What do you mean by that?”

“Well, you were my way out of spending the whole few weeks at my parents place. They want me to stay from before Christmas until after the New Year. I said I’d check with you, since you have work here so we might only be able to make the dinner,” you explained.

Stephen huffed. He didn’t want to have to spend so much time away from you, especially over the Christmas season. He wasn’t a huge fan of Christmas as it was, but the idea of being alone over it just seemed plain sad. And the idea of you, cooped up alone with your parents for two weeks? That wasn’t a welcome idea for either of you.

“So, it’d just be a few hours…” He takes another drink of beer in an attempt to quell his dislike for the thought of having to go to the dinner.

“Yeah… just a night. Then I’d be free to spend New Year with you.”

You can feel him slowly relenting. Neither of you were keen on the idea of spending so much time apart over the Christmas season, it seemed.

Stephen took a much longer drink of his beer. “Fine, I’ll go. But we have to spend New Year together, no exceptions. I’ll allow Christmas night to go to your family but that’s all.”

A smile started to creep onto your face. It hadn’t taken as much work to get him to give in as you’d expected. But Stephen was so in love with you that even if it meant sitting down for an awkward dinner for a few hours just to be able to spend the rest of the week with you, he’d do it.

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*REACTION TO SPIDER-MAN NO WAY HOME, NO SPOILERS (unless you don’t even wanna know how people felt during it)*

As we walked out of the theater my mom said well shit I’m glad I took my anti depressants today 😂

#spiderman #spider man no way home

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NWH Press

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No context spoilers for Venom: Let There Be Carnage

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Okay but y'all, we thought having 3 Chrises in the MCU was confusing. Try 3 Toms who are all Tom H and are all British. Let that sink in.

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same lol