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It’s You, It’s always Been you

Pairing: Stephen Strange x f!Reader

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

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

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

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

Strange was getting impatient with you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And that’s bad because…?” 

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

“I wasn’t.”

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

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

“And I told her that I am…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Perhaps, this wasn’t a dream after all.

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Change is Never Easy

Summary: The two of you called it quits a month or so ago...and then Y/n faints during a shift. Change is never easy.

Pairing: Surgeon!Strange x Fem!Nurse!Reader

Warning(s): ex-lovers, exes to lovers(?), fainting, unexpected pregnancy

The atmosphere at General-Metro had quickly become thick with tensions ever since the breakup. Dr Stephen Strange and Nurse Y/n L/n had officially called it quits a few weeks ago, and the lingering awkwardness between them was impossible to ignore.

Navigating the hallways was like tiptoeing through an emotional minefield.

Y/n, nursing her wounded heart, did her best to keep up appearances during her shifts. She tried to focus on her tasks and avoid any unnecessary encounters with Stephen.

The air of the hospital was constantly charged with unspoken words and unresolved emotions; and the slightest interaction left both of the medical professionals on edge.

On one fateful day, while Y/n was basking in her lunch-break, the build up of the emotional strain proved too much. In the break-room, surrounded by the hum of vending machines and the distant chatter of her coworkers, Y/n collapsed.

Panicked voices echoed through the room as her coworkers rushed to her aid.

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The current events of Stephen Strange's ex did not reach him until later on in the day, courtesy of one Christine Palmer, who had intercepted him in the bustling hallway.

"Stephen, have you gone to check on Ella? Something happened to her during her shift, and I haven't had to opportunity to see her yet," Christine whispered urgently, concern etched into her voice.

Stephen's brow furrowed in confusion. "What? No, I haven't. Is she alright?"

Christine briefly briefed him on the situation before she got paged to another emergency, prompting Stephen to abandon his current path and seek out Y/n.

When he found her, lying down in a quiet corner of the hospital, seemingly alright, the relief on his face was undeniable.

Slowly walking over to her, he brushed a stray hair out of her face. "What happened to you?" Concern prominent in his voice as he dragged a chair over.

With a flutter of her eyes and a shaky smile, Y/n greeted him. "Hey, Stephen. I don't really know what happened. I just felt incredibly dizzy, and then everything went black for a moment. I'm probably just dehydrated, I'm sure everything is fine."

Stephen raised his eyebrows, and his professional instincts kicked in. "People don't just faint for no reason, Y/n. I'm going to order a few tests to make sure."

Before calling in others, Stephen quickly did an examination, asking her about her symptoms and taking note of her vitals.

As Stephen focused on the exam, Y/n couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia. Their interactions were once filled with warmth and familiarity. Now, they were tainted by the awkwardness that hung in the air like a heavy cloud.

She was broken from her thoughts by Stephen's sigh of relief. "Physically, you seem find. I'm still getting other tests done to be thorough."

Y/n nodded, appreciating the concern emanating from her ex-lover. "Thanks, Stephen. I appreciate it."

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It was probably about fourty-five minutes later when Stephen was given Y/n's test results. His eyes scanned the report, his expression changing from professional concern to surprise. Y/n, being curious and anxious about what he had seen, couldn't help up speak up.

"Stephen, what is it? What's on the report? Am I okay?" she pressed, her eyes searching his chiseled face for answers.

Taking a moment to compose himself, Stephen finally spoke, his voice a mix of disbelief and realisation. "Y/n, you're...pregnant."

Time seemed to still as the revelation hung in the air. Y/n's eyes widened, mirroring Stephen's astonishment. The awkwardness of their recent breakup was momentarily forgotten as they processed this unexpected twist of fate.

"Pregnant?" Y/n repeated, the word feeling foreign on her lips. "But we were careful?"

Stephen's mind raced, still processing the news. "Well, it seems we have to blame the twisted mind of the universe for this."

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A/N So...I'm back from the dead 🙃 Sorry for another hiatus, Uni sucks, but I'm on break now :) Hopefully I can write more...but I'm me sooooo, please don't get your hopes up. BUT, there will be a part two of this that I have already pre-written so...

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he’s got that fire

doctor strange x reader

synopsis: you have an unusual relationship with your mentor/boss, and when he asks you to be his date to an important awards ceremony, you can’t help but relish in his fire

a/n: stephen strange is so lana del rey coded omff, so heavy sad girl vibes. i haven’t proofread and it’s longer than any of my usual works i think.

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he always told you how much of a gift it was for him to choose you. it was always like that, he chose you, like some god. that he had made your life better by choosing to be in it. he repeated that to you whenever you became ‘insubordinate’.

you never really argued though. you knew that it wasn’t ever the right thing to do, especially with someone so arrogant, you’d be wasting a breath and your career if you did so.

but you learned to live with his narcissism, he was the best surgeon in new york, and arguably in the states. his credentials are why you’ve never argued back.

this day was not any different.

“i said that we should do the shunt.” stephen stared at the films. he was cross, had been since the morning and was now profoundly irritated but hadn’t stated why.

“you’ll kill him. think about it, what if we do another approach in a few days? give him enough recovery time so that when you actually do the surgery, he won’t die on the table.” you explained your decision, but stephen had already stopped listening. he was shaking his head, clearly none of this was going as he wanted.

“stephen-“ you closed your eyes, already preparing to apologize for undermining him, when he shushed you. “i-“ you scoffed but didn’t say anything else.

“we’ll do it tomorrow. it’ll be the first surgery of the day, i want it to go well.” he recycled your idea, and turned around with a nod, “get me dr. palmer. i want her to be in there.” he demanded.

you looked up from your notepad and raised your eyebrows, “you don’t want me in there?” you were his student, his resident, you were assigned to scrub in on all his surgeries-

“no. i want dr. palmer. that is final.” he stalked over to the door, pulling it open and letting it shut behind him without another word.

you couldn’t lie and say you were disappointed. you had hoped that after last night, that you and stephen had finally come to an understanding. but this had just proved that he wasn’t capable of listening. and that he was still hopelessly in love with christine.

“dr. l/n.” a nurse had stopped you as you walked around, moping about stephen kicking you off the surgery. she handed you some papers, “dr. strange has requested you in his office. and he needs to sign these papers for the patient in 203.” she smiled thinly, clearly making you do part of her job.

you shoved the papers back, and stalked off.

you had swiped a salad on your way to his office. you had learned from the first few times that stephen requesting you in his office was like attending a lecture, all about him. and you wouldn’t starve if you were going to be stuck there.

you knocked on the door once before pushing it open. stephen was sitting at his desk, an untouched piece of salmon and greens was in front of him. he didn’t even look up when you walked in.

“what’s up?” you set your salad down, including some of your patient files. you took the chair opposite of his, and cracked open your salad.

“i hate it when you speak like that.” his eyes remained glued to his computer screen.

you looked up, rolling your eyes, “one of the nurses said you requested me? might i inquire why or are we just going to stare at each other and pretend like last night didn’t happen?” you were angry.

he could tell.

your voice shook with a twinge of rage that only he could be the reason behind. it was always the same twinge, it was the same twinge earlier when he had requested christine for the surgery.

his eyes broke away from the screen for the first time since you had walked in. he stared at you, as if trying to calculate this moment in his head. he paused, silence taking the both of you as he stared into your eyes.

“i- i didn’t want to have to do this-“ stephen sighed, “we’re at work. when we’re working, i’m your boss, you are my resident. we can talk about us, later.” he sounded so professional that if you didn’t know him so well, you’d probably throw yourself on the floor and beg for forgiveness.

“just tell me why you picked her over me. that’s all i want to know.” you challenged, your eyes boring into his.

stephen scoffed, “i chose dr. palmer because she is a more experienced surgeon than you. you would just-“

“fuck it up?” you finished his sentence and rolled your eyes, “if you don’t have faith in me than that is a reflection on your abilities as a teacher, as my mentor.”

“no it is not. because if you actually did what you were told, you would be on your way to making an incredible surgeon. but you aren’t. you’d be mediocre at best.” his words cut hard. he hadn’t blinked, and you didn’t dare to look away.

it was weakness to look away. you had to be able to continue to stare him down, if he was going to listen to you.

“i do exactly as i am told. last night was the perfect example of that, wasn’t it, doctor?” you raised your eyebrows and incredibly, stephen broke the eye contact.

“get out.” he returned his gaze to the computer screen and you were taken aback.

“what-“

“i said get out. get your shit, and get the fuck out of my office.” stephen didn’t hesitate to yell at you, which made you want to cringe.

you stood up, sighing as you collected your things, you had almost made it out when you stopped, hand lingering on the doorknob, “this is why christine left you. you’re a fucking asshole, and no one will ever love you.” he had turned, but you had already left before he could yell anymore.

you knew you shouldn’t have slept with your boss. clearly, as you sat at home instead of scrubbing in on a surgery, that it wasn’t working out well.

you had left the hospital after your little outburst with stephen. your pager kept going off, but you had ignored it since they were all from, unsurprisingly, stephen. you tossed and turned in your bed, not having the energy to do anything else.

he had ruined you. he had ruined you from the moment you had entered the program.

but yesterday, he had really ruined you. he ruined whatever perfect balance the two of you had. you knew him, and he knew you, but now you were too involved, too emotionally attached.

you couldn’t even curb your jealously. it wasn’t about your abilities or her abilities, it was the fact that he wanted his ex-girlfriend to scrub in with him, and not you.

stephen stared at the wall. he had been staring at it since you left. assumingely, you had gone home. all of his pages went unanswered, and he knew that he had really, really fucked up.

there was a knock at the door and stephen turned, “come in.” he had hoped it was you, but he never had to welcome you in. you’d always just waltz in, carrying food and random case notes.

“i’ve been looking for your resident all day. i heard she’s the expert on the case?” dr. palmer had graced his office for the first time in a long time. stephen didn’t have the best poker face when it came to surprises, and he couldn’t hide this one.

“uh-“ he laughed slightly, blinking as he focused on her, “yeah she wasn’t feeling well today. she might’ve gone home but the case is at the nurses station.” he didn’t smile, he never did at her anymore.

christine nodded, “hey, stephen.. why did you ask me to scrub in with you? if you already have a perfectly capable resident-“

stephen shook his head, “i- i just wanted you there. i don’t know why- but,” he shrugged, “i cant trust residents, can i?”

christine laughed awkwardly, her attempt at trying to get out of this was already shot to the ground, so she just exited.

you wanted to quit. you had spent all night practicing how you’d do it. you were going to go to his office, set the resignation letter down on his desk and walk out without saying anything.

but you couldn’t even gather the courage to print your letter out. you had left the paper jammed in your printer, half inked, as you left to go to work.

“good morning.” stephen greeted you at the nurses station. it was time for the early mornings rounds. you nodded, but didn’t say anything as you walked off.

stephen chose to ignore the fact that you ignored him, and walked after you, “i am going to need any and all case notes on that patient today.”

you scoffed, “why? you never read any of my notes.” which was true. he always thought your notes were just annoying little scribbles.

“they’re for dr. palmer. she requested that she get any notes relevant to the surgery today.” he responded.

“oh, okay. i’ll drop it off at your office along with all the respect i have for you.” and you turned a corner, leaving him in the dust for rounds.

you were sitting in the cafeteria, head in your hands over your tray of food, you hadn’t even noticed the people gathering around your table.

“dude- long time no see.” you looked up to see one of your old friends that you had met during your internship, thalia. before all of this, before him.

you smiled, a real one in a long time, “we’re residents. we’re lucky if we even have clean underwear.” you joked. she smiled, “i heard you’ve been working closely with dr. strange. how is it? he’s got the hands of a god, you know.”

you blinked, almost happy to be able to get through a conversation that wasn’t plagued by stephen strange.

you blinked, hesitating with your words until it all came spilling out. “we slept together. multiple times.”

thalia’s jaw fell, practically hit the floor as she stared at you in disbelief.

“and we’re fighting right now so i’d really love it if we could just move on-“

“dr. l/n.” you turned at the sound of that voice, abruptly ending your conversation with your friend, you couldn’t hide the shock on your face to see stephen standing in front of you.

he never came to the cafeteria. he was always too good for it, and it was evident that even just his presence was shocking enough. all other conversations seemed to quiet down to complete silence.

“stephen-“

“you’re scrubbing in. dr. palmer has another surgery that will run late so-“

you nodded, “understood.”

your unwillingness to say anything more was evident, and stephen would not open that can of shit right in the middle of the cafeteria for all the underachievers to hear.

he nodded, leaving as quickly as he came.

you stared at his hands moving gracefully in the patient. he was a god, it was clear in his work, that’s why he was the way he was.

“suction.” you immediately brought down the tube in your hands, sucking at whatever he pointed at.

his glove caught on the tube, the air trying to suck up his finger. he pulled back, just as you pulled the tube away.

“oh my go-“ you stared at the tube, and turned back to stephen. he raised his eyebrows just as you dipped your head back to laugh.

stephen looked around at the rest of the staff but didn’t say anything as you finished laughing by yourself.

you let out a sigh, your laugh turned into a quiet chuckle, even as you met his eyes, you still couldn’t stifle it.

“i’m sorry.” you apologized, “that was unprofessional and it won’t happen again.” you blinked, head bowed as you waited.

but stephen didn’t say anything, he looked up to stare at you once before going back to work.

stephen asked you to meet him in his office after the surgery. you had to practically throw yourself up each step to get to his office, exhaustion weighing heavy on your bones.

you didn’t even bother to knock this time, you just pushed the door open and dragged yourself in. stephen was sitting at his desk, but he had the case files in his hands.

he looked up once he saw you, and you took a seat across his desk. “you wanted to see me?”

stephen nodded, throwing down the case files, “this is good stuff.”

you blinked. hardly did stephen ever freely give compliments. you had thought you were the worst resident until he had called you “okay” once during an assistive surgery. another surgeon had said that meant you were good.

clearly stephen knew what you were thinking, and he grimaced, “christine suggested i read them.” you hummed in acknowledgment, “and she also told me to apologize.”

you looked at him expectantly, eyebrows raised.

“i am sorry for not calling you, or texting you after..” he mumbled off, “and im sorry for kicking you out of my office, it was rude and i am so-“ he faltered and you sighed, standing up.

he watched as you strode over to his side of the desk, hips swaying in your tight scrub pants. your hand gripped the leather of his desk chair, pulling it back as you positioned yourself on his lap.

stephen watched you carefully, watched as you dragged a finger across his cheek, smiling coyly, “i accept your apology, stephen.” you hummed again, “and i am sorry for what i said.”

stephen held your hips, his large hands tightening around them so you wouldn’t fall. “it’s okay. it’s okay.” he assured you, hands moving to caress your neck, he planted a kiss on your collarbone, just underneath your scrub top.

you shivered at the contact, but you were eager for more. stephen was hardly affectionate, especially at work. it made you wonder how it all even happened in the first place, as he was always so clipped with you.

stephen kissed your neck, sucking hard on the skin that you were sure they’d bruise.

“come away with me.” he whispered, “put on a slutty little dress and come away with me tonight.” he gripped hard on your hips, and you laughed, “what? where?” you were surprised he hadn’t mentioned anything about a trip to you.

“i was nominated for an award in california. the ceremony is tonight and i was hoping that you would accompany me.” he didn’t smile, but there was a hint of one.

“publicly?” you drew your brows together, hand on his shoulder as you looked into his eyes.

“well- people would only assume that we work together. but yes, publicly.” he nodded, and you felt your stomach drop to your ass.

“uh-“ you scoffed, “yeah. sure, i’ll go.” you couldn’t hide your hesitation. the last person that stephen ‘worked’ with was christine, and people would notice.

stephen nodded, “okay. i’ll see you tonight, kid.” his lips brushed past yours as he planted a kiss on your cheek. “tease.” you commented, gripping his shoulder as you hopped off his lap.

“i’m the tease?” he grabbed your wrist and you looked at the tent in his pants. a laugh escaped you, even as you strutted out of his office.

waiting was unbearable. you found yourself glancing over to the clock hoping hours would roll by until it finally did, and you were gathering your things to head home and prepare.

stephen said that he had arranged a private flight to california, and that he and a driver would be at your apartment by 8.

“are you out of here?” thalia, standing at the end of the hallway, broke you out of your thoughts, “i heard you’re going with strange to that ceremony?” you nodded, as you met her at the end, you couldn’t hide your smile.

she nudged you, smiling, “aw im so happy for you. especially after we all thought dr. palmer would go with him.”

your smile fell immediately and you stepped back, “what? why would you think that?”

thalia shrugged, “because he asked her. i heard them in the attendings lounge, when i had gone to find my-“ she continued to ramble on but you had stopped listening. you walked past her and slammed the double doors open. she called your name, but you were already in the wind.

all you could do was practically run out of the hospital, dashing past the front desk and out the doors. you panted, feeling the ache of a sob in your chest. you walked now, breaking down in tears on the way to your car.

how could he have asked her, before he asked you?

you realized you couldn’t go home now. stephen would be there soon to pick you up, to take you to an event that you weren’t supposed to be at.

stephen paced the apartment lobby. your doorman said that he hadn’t seen you since the previous morning. your car hadn’t been parked in its designated spot either, evident of your absence.

“fuck..” stephen muttered, his fingers breezing on the screen as he tried to call you. thing was, you always called him, never the other way around so he couldn’t remember the numbers to even dial.

he scrolled through his call list but it was a sea of unknown numbers, and stephen didn’t remember the last time you called.

stephen walked back up to the doorman, “can i go look in her apartment?” the doorman raised his eyebrows and stephen sighed, “i’m her bo-“ he paused, unsure of what to call himself, he grimaced, “i am her colleague. i just-“

the doorman nodded, there was a look on his face as he looked at stephen up and down, “yeah..i know who you are.” as he spoke stephen realized that it was disdain that this doorman held for him.

but as the doorman let stephen up, he didn’t even care how you talked about him, it was that you talked about him at all.

the apartment was messy. of course it was. you were a fifth year resident who clocked in more hours at the hospital than all the combined time spent at home. but it wasn’t dirty messy, it was a barely moved in, hadn’t had time to unpack messy. the stack of broken down boxes in the corner was evident. he pursed his lips at the sight, but continued in.

your bedroom was close, he could see the edge of a mattress through a cracked door. it was barren, besides the bed and dresser, it was filled with packing peanuts and a box of hospital scrubs. he hummed, stepping out and deciding to check out the next room.

he pushed the door open, revealing a very organized office space. there was a long desk along the wall, a chalk board took up the entirety of another wall, medical scrawl was all over it. pictures of anatomy were hung up, including unknown jars of specimen.

stephen was more than intrigued, he was impressed. the rest of your apartment was messy, barely lived in, but your work was your life, and your office was clear of that.

he trailed towards the desk, a dim light shone from your desktop, and he nudged the computer mouse to turn it on.

dear stephen,

i am writing to formally tender my resignation as a fifth year resident under your tutelage…

there was a mix of worry in his mind that he hadn’t felt in a long time. the rest of the letter was just professional bullshit on your decision to leave him. you weren’t leaving the hospital, you were leaving him.

but he had to get the truth.

it had been hours since the award ceremony. hours since it would’ve started at least, looking at the clock, you knew that it was time to return home.

stephen probably didn’t even make it to your house, since you hadn’t received a single call. the area you had gone to, outside of the city, still got decent cell service, so you knew he didn’t even try.

you no longer felt the rage of being overlooked in your career and in your relationship, all you felt was the regret of believing him. you tightly gripped your steering wheel, and silently drove back home.

stephen waited silently. he had looked through your pantry, trying to find something to snack on until your arrival; he knew he’d be there all night.

but didn’t take anything, deciding that he wasn’t even hungry, just restless and angry, and as soon as he heard keys jingle at the door, he stood up.

“stephen.” you were breathless, your hand was clutching hard on your doorknob as your bag hit the floor. it landed upright, but you pushed it to the side with your foot. stephen didn’t move, watching as you cautiously stepped forward.

“what- what are you doing here?” you swallowed thickly, hands feeling clammy against the rough fabric of your hospital scrubs. you looked at him up and down, eyes lingering on his sharp suit, hands positioned at his side. “i’ve been waiting for you.”

you nodded, “i’m sorry if you missed the award-“ you felt your voice shake, afraid of how this confrontation would proceed. you kept your eyes glued to the floor, afraid to look again into his striking face.

“you think this is about that?” he scoffed incredulously, his eyes narrowing at you. you could just feel the edge in his voice, it was the same edge that had haunted you nearly all of your residency.

he took your silence for shame, and continued, “i found your letter. when were you planning to hand it in? hmm? after you assisted on a major surgery or after i was presented with an award with you by my side-“ it was your turn to scoff. you looked up, walking towards him at a speed that had you now nose to nose.

“you think that i’m proud of being second choice?” your voice broke, and you sighed, knowing just exactly how this would end. stephen’s face fell, and he looked speechless at your emotion.

you inhaled a breath, trying to calm yourself down as you fought to say your piece. “i- i had to hear from thalia, of all people, that you had originally asked christine to be your date tonight.” you felt a tear fall down your cheek, “you come in here, into my apartment, look through my things and accuse me of what? riding your success?” you spat, your voice still wavered, but you carried on, “i’ve had to be second to the greatest love of your life. and i will not continue to be.” you sniffled, looking at stephen right in the eye, “i quit. i don’t ever want to see you or that fucking hospital again.”

stephen was absolutely wordless. he didn’t even know what to do with it, and as he watched you strut down the hallway to your bedroom, he found himself following you.

you sniffled, and noticed he was right on your trail, “get out, stephen. get-“

he stayed firmly planted, and instead raised his eyebrows, “christine is not the greatest love of my life- i thought she was.” you rolled your eyes, not wanting to hear his speech, “until i met you. and i’ve been selfish. i’ve been keeping you from your potential. so you should quit, be a better surgeon under someone who-“ he faltered, and his features softened, “who doesn’t love you.”

you felt your face get hot as you tried to speak. stephen strange just told you he loved you…

“it’s okay.” he stepped forward and you found yourself stepping into his embrace. he kissed your forehead, “it’s okay.” he repeated, assuring that it in fact, was okay.

as bittersweet the moment was, you had to release all of the truth, even if you knew it would only hurt him more.

“i love you, too.” you whispered, hands gathering up his suit fabric, gripping it tightly you didn’t want to let go. but he didn’t say anything, the two of you continued to hug until you practically fell asleep in his arms.

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[airas-story]

A Different Homecoming

It took effort not to grab Stephen’s hand—to make sure he was still there—as Tony stepped off of the plane. He didn’t, didn’t even look back as he strode forward to where Pepper and Happy stood beside the car, the sun too warm where it beat down on him.

He tried for a grin, even as he knew the expression was a swing and a miss as he took in Pepper in front of him, her eyes red, her hair just a little less put together than normal, her appearance just a little worn. “Your eyes are red. A few tears for your long lost boss?”

Pepper tried for her own smile, but it was just as weak as he suspected his own had been. “Tears of joy. I hate job hunting.”

“Yeah, well vacation’s over.” He looked back at Stephen. He looked tired, haggard. He looked how Tony felt. “Come on,” he said, voice going softer. “Get into the car.”

Stephen nodded, and Tony pushed him gently into the car, following after him and letting Pepper slide in and close the door behind them.

He could see the way Pepper watched Stephen; he wondered just what Rhodey had told her, what message he’d had about the man that Tony hadn’t let out of his sight since they’d escaped that cave.

Though at least that was mutual. Stephen was just as disinclined to let Tony out of his sight as Tony was to let Stephen out of his.

Trauma, Rhodey had called it.

Tony thought it was closer to a mix of trust and desperation. But then, maybe that was what trauma was, holding desperately to the only things left you could trust.

“Where to, Boss?” Happy asked him, voice almost gentle in a way that felt strange from Happy.

“To the hospital,” Pepper ordered.

“No.” Just the thought of it made Tony’s skin crawl. Of strangers’ hands touching him, of their eyes on the reactor in his chest.

“Tony,” Stephen’s voice was quiet, but no less firm for it. “You need a doctor.”

“You’re a doctor,” Tony protested. He grabbed Stephen’s hand, bringing it up to rest on his chest right over the arc reactor. “And you’re the only one I trust with this.” Yinsen had died on them, Stephen was the only one he had left.

A complicated look crossed Stephen’s face. Reluctance, because Stephen, unlike him, did trust doctors. Understanding because Stephen knew perfectly just how vulnerable Tony was right now. “Fine. For now.”

It was as much of a win as Tony was likely to get.

“Tony.” This time it was Pepper’s turn to be remonstrating. “You have to—“

“I don’t have to do anything,” Tony snapped, flinching a little at his own tone. He clenched at Stephen’s hand where he was still holding it. “We’ve been held captive in a cave for three months. I don’t have to do anything.” Pepper pursed her lips but nodded. “But there are three things that I want to do. I want an American Cheeseburger.”

Stephen sighed. “Tony.”

Tony ignored him. Because if anyone would convince him to change his mind, it was Stephen. Right now Tony didn’t want to be convinced to be ‘rational’, he just… he needed this.

“I want someone to find out what happened to a doctor named Christine Palmer—” 

Stephen stiffened at that It was his turn to tighten his grip around Tony’s hand to the point where it almost hurt. Tony could only silently pray that Stephen’s best friend was still out there somewhere, safe and sound. The two of them had been together, a short stint with doctors without borders, when Stephen had been taken. The question of her fate had haunted Stephen almost as much as the captivity had.

“—And I want you to call for a press conference.”

“A press conference?” Confusion colored Pepper’s tone, but Tony didn’t have the energy to try to explain everything to her.

“Yes.” He doubted it would be hard to organize, the media would be frothing at the mouth to get ahold of him. They weren’t going to like what he had to say, however.

But that sure as hell wasn’t going to stop Tony from saying it.

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[ro-is-struggling]

I'm Not in Love || Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: You are not in love with Stephen Strange, he is insufferable and does nothing but get on your nerves every time he opens his mouth. So why do you feel some type of way every time he mentions Christine’s name?

Warnings: enemies to lovers, love confessions, teasing, fluff 

English is not my first language

Word count: 1400

Based on the song lyric prompt 9: “I'm not in love // So don't forget it // It's just a silly phase I'm going through” (I’m Not in Love by 10cc) from my 600 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION prompt list

'Just admit it, you're in love with Stephen Strange.'

The words of your friend Wanda echoed in your head since she had spoken them hours ago. It was ridiculous, you hated Stephen. He was arrogant, pretentious and a control freak who drove you crazy from the moment you had arrived at the Sanctum Sanctorum to learn how to handle your powers. He had a horrible personality and you hated everything about him. He brought out the worst in you and you brought out the worst in him, something that led you to spend most of your time fighting. 

You couldn't be in the same room together for more than ten minutes without ending up arguing about the stupidest things. Something about him awakened in you a need to contradict him on everything, even when you knew he was right. You couldn't help it, you hated to see the arrogant smile he seemed to have permanently drawn on his face when he talked to you. You hated him. He hated you. You both hated each other and if it wasn't for Wong you would have left that place a long time ago. 

Wanda's words made no sense, you were sure of it. You could never fall in love with someone like Strange, how could you when you were barely able to spend a few minutes with him without wanting to murder him? It was a stupid idea and Wanda was just saying it to annoy you. 

But then you saw him with her. 

Christine Palmer was everything you were not. She was smart, successful, charismatic, beautiful, and most of all, she was able to hold a conversation with Stephen for more than five minutes. She was the love of his life, you could tell by the way he looked at her. He missed her and regretted every day for letting her go. He still loved her and for some reason that made you feel weird. A lump formed in your throat every time you saw them together and you couldn't bear to listen to Stephen talk about her for too long, the admiration in his voice making your blood boil. 

And then it hit you. 

"No!" you exclaimed aloud in the solitude of your room. "Nonono! This can't be happening." You were panicking, pacing back and forth in your room as you desperately tried to find another explanation for what you were feeling. It wasn't jealousy. You weren't in love with him. He was an arrogant jerk and you couldn't stand him.

"I'm just... sad because no one will ever love me the way he loves her. Yes! That's it!" You tried to reason. Sure, you had been single for a long time and craved love, and in a way seeing the way Stephen looked at Christine made you think that you had never known a love like that, but that wasn't the reason behind your feelings. You weren't sad when you saw them together, you were jealous. Jealous that he didn't look at you that way. Jealous that you couldn't go more than five minutes without wanting to tear each other's heads off. Jealous that Stephen never saw you as anything more than an annoying apprentice who thought she was bigger than she was.

"No! I'm not in love," you asserted looking at yourself in the mirror, your eyes daring your reflection to contradict you. "It's just a stupid phase I'm going through. I'll be back to normal in no time. I'm not in love with Stephen Strange!"

Just as you finished saying those words a knock on your door caught your attention. When you turned around you found Stephen's figure leaning against the door frame, looking at you curiously. Your heart dropped and embarrassment came over you as you pleaded with the universe that he hadn't heard anything.

"You're late for practice," he said in his usual monotone voice and you breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't heard anything, if he had he would have mentioned it by now. You knew he would never waste an opportunity to annoy you like that.

But then you saw a mischievous smile creeping across his lips and your heart began to beat rapidly against your chest.

"What were you doing here?" Stephen asked, though you both knew he already knew the answer.

"Nothing! I'll be right down," you replied quickly, trying to kick him out of your room before he had a chance to humiliate you.

"Really?" he said, walking into your room. It was obvious he didn't believe a word that came out of your mouth. He knew the truth, but you would never admit it to him. You refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much power he had over you. "I could have sworn you were saying my name."

"No! No I was not." You sounded pathetic, your voice was trembling and you were using a higher pitch than normal. Anyone who knew you a little would know you were lying, but you refused to tell the truth. That was exactly what Strange wanted and you weren't going to indulge him.

Stephen took a step toward you and you instinctively backed away. He paused for a moment, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. You looked like a deer caught in the headlights, your big eyes watching him cautiously as your brain scrambled to come up with an escape plan. But he wasn't planning to let you escape. He was tired of the tension between you and it was time to do something about it.

"Why won't you admit it?" he spoke in a deep, seductive voice that awakened a tingle inside you. He continued walking towards you and for every step he took forward you took a step back. You needed to keep some distance between you if you intended to maintain your composure. But then your back hit the hard wall and you knew you were screwed. 

"There's nothing to admit," you said, clearing your throat to make sure your voice came out steady and clear. You were lying through your teeth and they both knew it, but you weren't about to give in. 

Stephen looked at you, his deep blue eyes inspecting your face closely. He was too close to you and it was starting to get to you. You could feel his warm breath crashing against your face, your noses almost brushing together. You felt self-conscious under his gaze, but at the same time you couldn't take your eyes off him. You were completely frozen in place, admiring the perfect angles of his face as you waited for his next move. 

"Is that so?" he said in disbelief. His eyes drifted down to your lips, pausing on them for a few seconds. He looked at you as if he wanted to devour you and you had to bite your tongue to keep from letting out a moan. "And what if I told you that I really wanted to kiss you? What would you do then?" 

"I don't know" you feigned innocence, feeling a wave of confidence momentarily wash over you. "I guess you'll just have to wait and see."

Stephen didn't waste a second, crashing his lips against yours the moment those words left your mouth. There was nothing sweet or tender in the way he kissed you, only desperation as you clung to each other's bodies. His hands cradled your cheeks, tilting your face so he could deepen the kiss, stealing what little breath you had left. Your head was spinning, your lips struggling to keep up with his kiss as your hands clutched at his chest desperate to find something to keep you grounded.

You surrendered to him completely, letting him do whatever he wanted with you. You were flying high in pure bliss, lost in the desperate caresses of Stephen's soft lips on yours. You didn't have the mental capacity to fight against his clear dominance over your body, you couldn't even feel ashamed of how quickly you had surrendered to his charms. 

You didn't want the moment to end. You wanted to live in Stephen's arms for the rest of your life, to feel his lips on yours until you ran out of air. However, the moment was interrupted when you felt the sound of someone clearing their throat behind you, forcing you to suddenly pull apart.

"It was about time," Wong said from the doorway looking at you with a firm expression that showed you how tired he was of you dancing around your feelings for each other. "We're waiting for you downstairs." And with that he left, leaving you alone once again to address what had happened.

"He's going to get back at us for everything we put him through, isn't he?" you muttered as you watched Wong disappear behind the door.

“Oh yes, definitely.”

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[classickook]

happiness looks good on you | stephen strange

pairing: stephen strange x widow!reader

summary: you and stephen attend christine’s wedding together (based off this request by anon).

warnings: established relationship, fluff, minor spoilers for multiverse of madness

word count: 2.3k

a/n: still getting used to writing for stephen so go easy on me lol

ever since the snap wreaked havoc on your universe, you had stayed behind at the compound while the others went their separate ways, each coping with their grief as they saw fit. just you and natasha were left behind, never giving up hope that a solution would arise so that those who were once lost could finally return to you.

stephen strange, in particular, became somewhat of a priority to you, not only because you had been harboring a small crush on him in the past, you had convinced yourself at the time, but because he had become a sort of friend to you after working together on a few missions.

five long years of fruitless planning and dread led into something more as the remaining team of avengers, you included, finalized a revolutionary idea that would no doubt bring the lost ones back to you.

once everyone had returned, safe and sound, as if the past five years had been put on hold, you decided that you wouldn’t risk another moment of your true feelings toward the sorcerer going unannounced, and the two of you had been inseparable ever since.

still residing at the compound with natasha, and most recently yelena, who had miraculously found her way back to her lost sisters, you were currently accompanied by the two in your bedroom as they assisted you in preparing for the wedding this afternoon. not yours, of course, but that of christine palmer.

your thoughts were interrupted by a lump of fabric being shoved in your direction as yelena urged you to try on her choice of which dress you should wear.

“i think this one would look best,” she insisted, her russian accent thick and so unlike the american one that had coated her tongue when you were younger. “this color suits your complexion. the one you are wearing now washes you out.” you look down at your current dress and frown.

natasha voiced her agreement from her position on the bed.

you rolled your eyes. “fine,” you huffed, “though i didn’t invite you two to help me just for you to criticize me.”

your sisters chuckled to one another as you slipped into the dress, the silk material sliding across your skin and fitting you perfectly. upon viewing your appearance in the mirror, you had to agree that maybe yelena had a point, although the reflection staring back at you seemed unfamiliar. after all, you had been used to strictly wearing the characteristic black uniform of the widows practically your entire life, knowing nothing different. you kind of enjoyed this, getting dressed up in pretty dresses and heels and actually wearing jewelry for a change—would you choose silver, like natasha? or maybe gold, like yelena?

“see?” yelena sidled up next to you, a proud smirk taking over her features.

“yeah, yeah. you were right, whatever.”

natasha rose from the bed to stand behind you, resting her hands on your shoulders and brushing your hair out of your face to gaze at the three of you standing together in the mirror. a soft smile pulled at her lips. “you look beautiful, sestra.”

“yes,” yelena said. “maybe one day we will help you get ready for your own wedding.”

your own wedding. you hadn’t really thought about it, hadn’t even allowed yourself the luxury to think about it, what with your time spent in the red room and then having to save the world over the past several years taking up most of your time. but maybe marriage would be something you could finally have, now that you were free from your past and happy with stephen. “maybe,” you said wistfully.

the moment was interrupted as the telltale golden sparks of a portal materialized in front of you, announcing the presence of none other than your sorcerer boyfriend.

“knock, knock,” a familiar voice echoed from within.

“go, have fun with your lover boy,” natasha teased.

you bid your sisters farewell as you stepped through the portal to find yourself in the cozy space of stephen’s bedroom at the sanctum. you had visited a multitude of times, having familiarized yourself with the magical books lining the library’s shelves and the curious items littered throughout the establishment, hiding in dark corners and behind hollow walls. you had even become well-acquainted with wong and had developed a sort of friendship with the sorcerer during those lonely five years of the snap. somehow, you had managed to annoy him trick him into teaching you a few things about magic, just a few simple spells here and there, and it helped fill the loneliness of stephen’s absence for a while. but you were overjoyed to be together with him now, having him be the one to show you around and share his knowledge of the mystic arts with you.

“well, don’t you look dashing,” you said as you approached your boyfriend, his broad back turned to you as he adjusted his tie in the mirror.

he met your eyes in the reflection and promptly dropped his hands to his sides. “if anyone should be receiving a compliment, it should be you,” he said as he drew closer, drinking in the sight of you from head to toe. “god, you’re breathtaking, honey. let me see.” he reached for your hand and urged you to turn for him like it was your own personal fashion show. you felt silly but did as he asked, giggling nervously as you went.

you returned to your original position, facing him fully now, and the look on his face made your toes curl. “you know what, let’s not go. they won’t even notice our absence.”

you laughed at how serious he sounded. “stephen, don’t be ridiculous. christine is expecting us to be there, and it’s the least we can do. won’t it be nice to see everyone again?”

“not when i could be here alone with you instead.”

heat licked up your skin at what he was insinuating. “stop that,” you admonished lightly, pressing your hands to your warm cheeks.

his smug laugh reached your ears and you swatted at him. “let’s just go, magic man.”

you followed after stephen as he led you to your assigned pew, pulling you in close, thigh to thigh, and holding your hand in his lap.

the man on the other side of him, doctor west, who you had briefly heard stories about and learned that stephen wasn’t a big fan of his, started up conversation about the unfortunate death of his cats upon returning from the snap. stephen grimaced as the unwanted information was forced upon him and as the man continued to fill him in on everything he had missed out on, you stifled a laugh and gently nudged stephen’s arm, urging him to play nice. he peered over at you briefly and winked before returning his attention to doctor west’s tragic story, playing with your fingers distractedly as the man spoke.

the topic of discussion quickly bled into doctor west recounting stephen’s numerous achievements, being a world famous neurosurgeon - turned heroic sorcerer, winning at everything in life, “but you still didn’t get the girl,” you heard him say, not so subtly hinting at stephen’s failed relationship with christine. your stomach dropped as the conversation took an unexpected turn. while you and stephen had been together over the past year and a half since the snap was reversed, you knew of his past history with christine palmer, and however foolish it seemed, you were nervous for him to see her again. the two of you were happy together, of course, but sometimes you feared that you had been somewhat of a replacement for his former coworker and that, upon seeing her again today, he might realize that he didn’t actually like you all that much after all. you cursed the thought, knowing you were being unnecessarily insecure and entirely foolish, but you couldn’t shake the feeling.

stephen tightened his grip on your hand and your eyes jumped to meet his blue ones, open and honest and swimming with unshakable admiration. he brought your hand to his lips and kissed it gently. “you’re mistaken, doctor west,” he said, though he was still looking at you. “i did get the girl.”

your heart stuttered at his admission. you knew he loved you, obviously, but hearing him say this aloud, his love for you unmistakable in the way that he was looking at you now, erased all of your previous doubts.

stephen ignored the other man from that moment on, his attempt at politeness long gone now that he had taken a stab at offending you, whether it was on purpose or not. stephen turned his body toward you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as if the two of you were in your own little world, protective and secure, and maybe it was also his way of announcing to the room that you were his. you felt giddy at the thought.

he kissed your temple. “don’t listen to a word he said,” stephen insisted, the deep baritone of his voice like music against the shell of your ear. “you’re my girl,” you looked up at him then, “and nothing is ever going to change that.”

“i love you,” you said suddenly.

he grinned, eyes lighting up and crinkling at the corners. “honey, you have no idea how much i love you.”

the ceremony was beautiful and elegant and everything you would hope to have one day. christine was radiating pure joy at this new milestone in her life that she was practically glowing.

everyone made their way to the reception area to socialize, and upon entering with stephen by your side, hand in hand, christine immediately welcomed you and thanked you both for coming.

congratulations and polite small talk were exchanged, but you knew the two needed some time to catch up on things. “i’m going to grab us some drinks,” you said kindly. you patted stephen’s chest as you walked by and he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before watching you make your way across the room.

“i’m glad that you’re happy,” stephen said and he truly meant it. he and christine had been through a lot together, sure, but it was never going to work out between them, not like that. but knowing what he knew now, and how the relationship with christine led him to you and encouraged him to be better and learn from his mistakes, well, that was certainly worth it.

“i am. i really, really am,” she said, beaming.

“good.”

“are you?”

his gaze was pulled to you from across the room as you milled about, mingling and laughing with other partygoers as you ordered drinks from the open bar, your aura confident and carefree in a way that drew him in, and even if he weren’t already madly in love with you, if he had been a complete stranger having only seen you for the first time here today, he knew he still wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off you.

“i am,” he said, and there wasn’t an ounce of doubt in his tone.

“i’m glad,” christine said as she watched him watching you. “happiness looks good on you, stephen.”

stephen’s eyes were glued to you the entire time, waiting not so patiently for you to return to his side. he already missed having you near him. ever since he returned from the snap, he kept you close to him—physically and emotionally. it was definitely a challenge for him at first, what with not being very approachable or allowing people in for most of his adult life, but he knew he wanted to change that old mindset of his—for you. and you had been with him ever since.

“when are you going to ask her?”

stephen jolted slightly at christine’s sudden question, having forgotten she was standing beside him.

“ask who what?”

she nodded toward you from your place across the room, now with drinks in both hands as you moved gracefully yet swiftly in your heels, not a single drop spilling even as you were jostled from either side as distracted partygoers intercepted your path.

“oh,” he replied dumbly. stephen patted his jacket pocket self-consciously. “well, actually i have a—”

you approached the two now, your sudden appearance causing stephen to forgo completing the rest of his sentence. you offered one of the drinks to him and he pulled you in close, resting his free hand on the small of your back and releasing a comfortable sigh at having you in his arms again.

christine eyed you and stephen with a mischievous glint in her green eyes. “well, i better get going,” she said knowingly. “there are some other guests i should probably say hello to. thank you again for coming, i’m so glad you could make it.” and off she went to the next cluster of people, carrying on with the introductions and congratulations like clockwork.

“so what did you two talk about?” you asked stephen.

he took a sip of his drink and you watched his throat bob as he swallowed. “you.”

you choked. “what about me?”

…

“stephen, what about me?”

…

you leaned back enough so you could catch his eye. “stephen.”

he chuckled warmly and slid his arm further around your waist to bring you closer to him, the sound filling up your lungs and sliding through your veins. it was like his very being consumed every part of you. “nothing, honey.”

you hummed, not quite convinced. “somehow i don’t believe you.”

“somehow you’re just going to have to trust me, then,” he replied.

you eyed him suspiciously. “what aren’t you telling me, doctor strange?”

“i’ll tell you later,” he said, smirking at the use of his professional title. “for now, what do you say we ditch this place and head on home? we’ve stayed long enough.”

you rolled your eyes but agreed anyway, finally growing tired of the way your heels kept pinching your toes and making your every step a living hell. stephen pulled you off to an abandoned corner to create a portal that was far enough away from prying eyes.

“lead the way, magic man,” you said, entwining your hand with his as you stepped through the portal.

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"Face your fears, Doctor Strange." || S. Strange

[GIF is not mine!]

pairing: Stephen Strange x Stark!Reader

word count: 4.6k (ooooops?)

summary: After saving the universe and becoming the Infinity Witch, Tony's younger sister felt nothing like her former self. Stephen screwed up badly, but Earth-838 Christine helped him see that he could truly become happy only through facing his fears (I'm terrible at summaries, so please ignore this accident, thank youuu.)

warnings: MoM spoiler (not really, but i just put it in), sad boy Stephen, a bit of swearing, my grammar (yes, that's a warning because I wrote this in the middle of the night and I don't trust my own beta-reading skills lol), a bit of angst, fluff at the end, that should be all, if not tell me!

author's note: Well, Well, Well. Welcome to my first ever uploaded story. Please be kind to lil' old me because that's the first one, and my anxiety is at an all-time high. But my utter adoration for this man has to come out, so… enjoy, I guess?

Lovely comments and reblogs would be much appreciated! Loads of love for reading, people! <3

“Face your fears, Doctor Strange.”

The words of Christine Palmer echoed through his head as he stood on the verge of the conjured portal, his shoe tips already gracing the ground of the coniferous forest. Blue eyes overlooked the grant lake at which shore a lovely wooden cabin sat, the sun rising over the cloudless sky and the birds singing their songs, unbothered by the unusual sound of the golden sparking portal. He knew he had to do it, knew how bad he screwed the only good thing in his life up, and how bad he treated the woman he loved the most.

Stephen Strange rarely felt fear creeping up in his body, but now, on the edge of facing his biggest mistakes, he felt it – cold and icy within his veins, while the blue of his eyes searched the shore for the distinctive hair his lover called her own. Emptiness was the only thing that greeted the Sorcerer at that moment, and Stephen sighed deeply.

“Stop being a headless chicken, Strange,” he scolded himself in a hushed voice and stepped over the portal barrier and onto the soft ground of the woods surrounding him now. “Finally!” Wong’s voice reached him, and Stephen turned around to see the Sorcerer Supreme standing behind him in the grand foyer of the Sanctum, a bowl of cereals in hand. “Go get your girl back, Strange. It’s about time.” And with that, Wong raised a hand and closed the portal with the spoon still between his fingers.

The doctor sighed again, even deeper now that Wong knew of his whereabouts because he would never hear the end of it if he came home empty-handed. He had to get this right, had to undo the unspeakable things he had said to her on that fateful day, and he had to bring her back, bring her home. Even though he had fought aliens, monstrous creatures, and broken witches and saved the universe probably multiple times (with the occasional help of others), he never feared something more than this moment.

Facing your fears and mistakes was something entirely different.

Stephen Strange had to travel through the multiverse to understand this essential part of being human. He wondered how he had survived this long.

A closing car door brought the Sorcerer back into reality, and after turning his head in the direction of the sound, Stephen stared into a familiar pair of eyes. It always astounded him how similar the Stark siblings were but so different at the same time. The man was considered exceptionally intelligent, but this… he couldn’t wrap his mind around it.

“Strange.” Stephen suspected that his appearance wouldn’t be welcomed by the older Stark – and he was dead-on right. “What are you doing here of all places? Got something muddled up with your magical, glittering GPS? I hope so because if you landed here intentionally, I’m forced to remove you off this property.” Yep, still not a fan.

The man held both his hands up in defeat. “Listen, Stark. I only came here to talk to her. Nothing more, nothing less. She deserves an apology, an explanation, anything, really. I’m not here to stir a fight because I’m not here for you, but for her.” Stephen really tried to be polite because even though Iron Man retired right after their victorious fight over Thanos, the suits were still somewhere around. He never would destroy them if his sister was here, not with the screaming red target on her back, now that she probably was the mightiest creature in the entire multiverse.

Well, she would be faster in eliminating an enemy than any of his machines.

Tony Stark scoffed and scooped up the little copy of his as soon as she ran to her father. “Your very existence is stirring up a fight, Strange. She came to this place for a reason, and the reason is called Stephen A-hole Strange.” The man was interrupted by Morgan. “What is an A-Hole, Daddy?” Tony couldn’t hide the slight grin forming on his face before shaking his head and kissing her temple. “Later, munchkin. ‘Promise.” Then, it was Stephen’s turn all over again. “She doesn’t wanna see or hear from you. She doesn’t wanna even acknowledge your existence on this planet, in this universe, and she certainly isn’t interested in anything you could let that mouth of yours escape. You hear me?”

The Sorcerer had to look elsewhere, to not crumble under the older Stark’s glare. This was a terribly bad idea, and now Stephen had to endure it in order to maybe get the love of his life back. He should’ve prepared a damn speech in advance.

“Tony.” He never called him that. “Please.” He never begged for something. “I just need five minutes with her. If she’s still that furious like she left me, you will never have to see me again because she probably kills me with her own hands. If I hurt her all over again, you can strangle the life out of me. See? A win-win situation.”

Tony had already lost after the Sorcerer’s pleading, especially after one look at his darling wife, standing outside on the patio, arms crossed and a soft expression on her face. At that moment, Tony knew he had to give in to do the right thing – and to be a role model for the tiny person on his arm.

Stephen felt a change in the air before the Stark gave him one firm nod. “You’ll get five minutes. If she starts screaming, I’ll end you. If she starts crying, I’ll end you. If she demands that you’ll leave, I’ll probably end you anyway because she went through enough to take your bullshit on top of that, wizard. Have I made myself clear?” The doctor swallowed the retort lying on his tongue – damn, that was hard - and nodded. “Perfectly clear,” he agreed and walked closer to the house.

He offered Pepper Stark a small smile. “Thank you.” It was only a whisper, barely above his breath, but he knew he would’ve never made it through Tony without her help. The redhead smiled softly and gestured around the cabin. “She is in the back, her usual spot. Tell her how you feel, and everything will be alright, Stephen. She is just as lost without you as you are without her.” She always liked him more than Tony Stark probably would ever master in his life.

But sometimes, a single person on one’s side was enough.

With measured steps, Stephen rounded the cabin’s patio to make his way down to the landing stage where the younger Stark sibling loved to sit, offside the sometimes hectic environment inside the house or to escape the buzzing city. Even now, it seems that she preferred the quiet- and calmness of the lake over the town she escaped weeks ago.

His heart pounded in his chest, trying to escape the confinements of his ribcage to either vanish and hide or to run to the woman it loved the most, to finally feel whole again. Stephen wasn’t sure which option it would be while knowing the truth deep to his core. It was strange, that thing called Love, and it still scared the living hell out of him, but as Christine in one of the multiverses had said: He must face his fears to be finally and completely happy. And maybe even a man like him deserved happiness in his life.

And then the moment was there he dreaded such a long time because it could either mean the inevitable end of everything or lead to more heartache and longing – from his side, of course. Stephen wasn’t even sure how she felt about the entire ordeal, nor what she thought about him after he had said these awful things no lover should ever yell to one another. The memory alone caused the Sorcerer to flinch violently while taking the last corner and immediately stopping dead in his tracks.

The sun rays kissed her long locks, floating in the warm spring breeze, the dark but always softly and mischievously shimmering eyes closed, while a concentrated frown graced the soft features Stephen could admire for endless hours. There was no doubt that the Sorcerer would ever get tired of her face – of her altogether. And now, after the long absence of her presence in his life, Stephen couldn’t stop staring at her in utter awe; he felt like a lovestruck teenager. Too madly in love to do anything else but stare while the tongue in his mouth got twisted, and if he dared to speak, he would never get one syllable over his lips. It was a curse, really, and it always struck the doctor within her reach, now more than ever – because now, the hero knew what rested underneath the surface of this beautiful woman.

What have I done? What on earth had pushed me to say these words that ended everything and led us here? What happened to us?

Only the stars knew the answer to these essential questions, and Stephen felt salty tears prickling in the corner of his eyes. He watched as her right hand rose from the wood of the already slowly withering landing stage, and he witnessed with wide eyes how she used the powers the Infinity Stones had gifted her. Nothing more than a flick of her hand was necessary to let the dead flowers beside her grow again, to spread their beauty along the entire edge of the lake. Except for the spot he stood on. And if that wasn’t clue enough, her voice exposed his presence.

“What do you want, Stephen?”

It sounded emotion- even lifeless and that was the ultimate trigger for his persistence to take its first breath of life in a very long time. Stephen needed her as much as she does, and he would not return to the Sanctum before she listened to him – really listened.

“I forgot that sneaking up on you isn’t an option anymore,” he smiled softly before taking one step forward. Then another one. And after that, he became bold and took the third one, just to run into an invisible wall and rubbed his nose. “Ouch.”

She only sat there, motionless, staring straight onto the glistening lake. “I don’t need these abnormal powers to hear you, Stephen. You’re louder than a grizzly as soon as you leave the city behind.” The Stark fell silent before scoffing quietly. “You’re, by the way, very welcome. I wasn’t sure if I only should let you run into a wall or if I should just shock you right away so you’ll leave me the fuck alone.” Her arms entwined around her shins to pull both legs closer to her chest. “Just leave me alone, Stephen. You damaged enough, and I’m not interested in one of your outbursts. I already have enough on my plate. I don’t need you on top of everything else. Look for someone interested in your company and the bullshit that comes out your mouth because I am certainly not available.” Yep, another Stark who dislikes me, great.

Stephen swallowed thickly, but instead of retreating, he pressed both of his scarred hands onto the invisible barrier which kept him and her apart. This barrier stood for so much more than just a physical separation, and the Sorcerer’s heart ached at the thought alone. The tears came back, and with them, Christine’s words: “Face your fears, Doctor Strange.”

Blue eyes raised to gaze over the side profile of the younger Stark, and Stephen softly called her name. Of course, she didn’t react, so he used the one thing he desperately hoped still worked because if, there would still be hope. And hope was the only thing that kept the doctor going and breathing. “My love.” Pain flooded the delicate features, and the Strange exhaled the held breath. He whispered the words again, leaning his forehead against the atmospheric barrier, but kept his gaze fully on the woman in front of him. Her hands grabbed the fabric of her flannel with a deathly grip. Soon after, she buried her face between the knees to hide the welling tears in the ocean that were her eyes.

Hope was still there.

She knew he was there as soon as the first sparks of the portal emerged in the air. She felt it within her body in which these awful powers were locked and secured and connected the woman with the vastness that was this universe. It scared the living shit out of her and constantly reminded the Stark that now she was just another abomination within the fight between Good and Evil. Perhaps it only was a matter of time until the enemies tried to get their hands on her and the powers she never asked for. But now, she had to protect them at all costs because they belonged to her, and without them, she would never be whole again; she would never be herself again, even though the thought alone of being a powerful being made her sick to the core. She never wanted to play a part in the game that was the fight in the never-ending and dangerous multiverse.

With Stephen at her back to protect each other, life seemed to work out, even though she felt like a child who had just learned to use their magic properly. But then, one fateful day appeared on the path that was her life, and the happiness vanished like the dust after Thanos erased half of the universe.

Silence settled over the Sanctum, but her mind screamed at the top of its lungs. The pain never subsided; the connection to the entire universe sucked up all the energy she could master to gather over the day and left her behind as an empty shell. The ray of sunshine that once was the younger Stark sibling died between her snap while wearing the Infinity Gauntlet and her absorption of every single atom of every single Infinity Stone.

Slow steps moved her to raise her head and look over one shoulder to see Stephen Strange approaching. She had settled down in the library, waiting for him to come home after the mission, and had been there ever since she woke up after sunrise. A tired smile forced her lips apart, and without a second thought, she took the outstretched hand to get back on her feet. Even though the armchair was the comfiest of all the interiors within the library, she just couldn’t sit any longer. The woman steadied herself with both hands on his lower arms before wiping away the tears on her cheeks, but Stephen had already noticed them.

“Is everything alright, my love?” He asked gently, cradling her delicate face in his scarred hands and wiping the remnants of tears away. The Sorcerer bowed his head to softly kiss her forehead as soon as a sob recked through the more petite body of the woman he loved. It pained him to see her like that, so much was obvious, but the Stark suspected something boiled within the man she loved. Something seemed off ever since he came back from the mission before the last one, where he had found her sitting motionless on the grand staircase leading from the foyer up to the rooms. She just hadn’t had the strength to get up and move – to live, actually. Since that night, Stephen held something back, and that seemingly wanted to escape today.

She sniffled, and with harsh movements, she erased every sign of weakness off her cheeks. “I just can’t take it anymore, Stephen. I’m this shell of my former self, I don’t recognize myself in mirrors anymore, and I just can’t. I can’t hold myself together any longer.” He had to understand. A long time ago, Stephen Strange was desperate for an answer, of an escape route to get back to his former extraordinary self, so he must see her point now. The Stark woman hoped desperately because she lived for hope and the light at the horizon, but one glance up at his handsome face, and she knew that there wasn’t any hope.

He doesn’t understand. Why doesn’t he understand?!

His hands fell from her face, landed on her slender shoulders, and squeezed tightly. “Listen carefully now. You cannot throw everything out of the window just because this one time, it gets hard. You must stay strong and push through it, no matter the cost or afford it takes. You cannot just give up without even trying.” She flinched as if Stephen had struck her with full force.

He couldn’t have said that. Never. Not Stephen, who was always worried about her, who would do anything for her, and who helped her through every dark episode of her life – until now. Out of his grasp, the Stark stepped away and eyed him with boiling anger.

“That’s rich coming from you.” She seethed the words, almost whispering them through gritted teeth. The Sorcerer cocked one eyebrow. “Excuse me?” The woman raised both hands and pushed forcefully against his chest as he dared to step closer again. “I said: That’s rich coming from someone like you.” Stephen scoffed and shook his head. “I don’t know what you mean. You talk nonsense. Really, I don’t understand anything coming from you anymore. Your words, your actions – nothing makes sense anymore. Where is the strong, sassy, intelligent, and hard-fighting woman I fell in love with all those years ago? Where did she vanish? Did she get dusted, and you were the only thing left behind? An empty shell of the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with?! You... This… this shell is just pathetic.”

She flinched again, and tears full of anger rose to the surface. But she fought them back bravely because, at this moment, she swore that this man would never see a single tear of hers ever again. “Now I am the pathetic one? Do I have to remind you of your past, Stephen Strange?! Did you lose your memory while being dusted for five entire years? Did you forget what happened all those years ago in this fucking car?! Do I have to remind you again that you thought your life was over for months on end because of your fucking hands?! Because you weren’t longer the brilliant neurosurgeon Stephen fucking Strange who would have got everything he ever wanted except for the girl?! Do I have to remind you of that?! If so, we can talk about who was pathetic and who was not because I tried. I tried so fucking hard without thinking that my life was over because of something I couldn’t control. I was ready to die that day in order to save everyone – to save you! But I didn’t die. Instead, I became this thing I can’t explain nor control, and I tried to be this… this being who can feel everything within this universe and who must endure it so it can survive and live with the people it loved, but gosh.” The Stark shook her head and didn’t even know what to say now. “You know what? Whatever. I don’t care a single second longer because clearly you don’t care either.”

She swallowed dryly, pushed past him, and snatched her hand out of Stephen’s attempted grasp. “Don’t you dare. Just… leave me the fuck alone, Strange. I don’t care anymore what you are trying to say or not. This,” she gestured between the both of them, “This destroyed everything. Whatever the hell is wrong with you, get it together before nobody wants to be in your company any longer and before you end entirely alone in this universe. It’s your biggest fear, after all, isn’t it?”

And with that, the Stark just… vanished in front of his eyes. She escaped to the comfort of the seemingly only people who loved her unconditionally.

The faintest memory of this day was enough to break the woman all over again. One moment longer, and she would’ve been this close to banning him from the planet. She certainly was capable of such a thing, wasn’t she? Her powers had to be of any use because if not, what was the point in trying?

“I know I failed you.”

Admitting that Stephen Strange was wrong was something entirely new – and unexpected. Never would’ve she thought that this man could be capable of such things as self-reflection. And that was why she perked up at that, barely visible, but she listened intently to what he had to say.

The sound of a heavy sigh drifted over to where she sat on the aged wood of the landing stage, and she closed the dark eyes she had in common with her brother (who most definitely stood behind one of the lake-facing windows to observe the scene unfold).

“I failed you in the worst way possible, and I… I am sorry. I’m… I… You…” He stammered tremendously before stopping himself from taking a shaky breath. “I’m not whole when you’re not there. I’m incomplete without you by my side, not capable of doing my duties or even breathing without feeling like I have to choke on the oxygen surrounding me and filling my lungs. I… I can’t bear a life without you in it, and I feel more guilty than I could ever put into words because I never was good with those. You always found the right things to say, the right things to do, and to save me from me – and my sometimes overbearing ego.” The woman closed her eyes at those confessions, pressing the tips of her fingers against her lips to suppress the sob that tried to escape her body.

A long time had passed since she felt so much at once. So many emotions that actually were hers and not the feelings she had to endure while being awake and connected to the universe. This was human. This was how it was supposed to be. How evolution intended the humans to be.

A feeling, breathing mess.

She felt the Sorcerer’s hands moving over her conjured barrier, and with a soft exhale, she allowed him to move closer – only one step, with the border still intact. But it appeared to her that Stephen noticed the slight movement closer to her, and the woman almost felt the feeling of hope growing inside him once more.

“I am sorry for every word I said that day, for every dagger I rammed inside your heart and probably turned it in their wounds. I am sorry I destroyed your hope, and that I did not think about the possibility that you had needed a hand reaching out to you. I am so sorry, my love. If I could, I would use the Time Stone to undo the day I lost my best friend, my hold in this world, the love of my life. Fuck.”

Now she felt the teardrops rolling over the barrier as if they fell onto her cheeks and graced her skin. But then, the Stark realized that her own salty tears escaped her eyes and rolled silently down her skin. Everything hurt so much more if one was facing the past instead of running away and trying to never look back. But she was stupid to believe for only a second that she could leave Stephen back in the past because, shit, she loved this man more than her own life. She loved him so much that she would have willingly sacrificed herself if it meant that he could live after losing five entire years.

The woman prepared herself to get up, turn around, and face the man she loved and lost on the path life had foreseen for her, but the sound of steps, produced by tiny feet skipping over the wood’s ground, let her pause before even tighten a muscle. Morgan appeared beside Stephen, and the tall man looked down on the tiny human in utter surprise. Instead of running against a wall like he did only moments ago, she jumped from one side of the landing stage to the other before stopping next to her aunt.

“Daddy said I have to rescue you,” her small voice announced proudly because she had accomplished the task successfully. The Stark woman smiled up to her niece and pushed a strand of hair out of the small face. How she adored the little girl in front of her… Morgan clinged herself onto the woman, and with her little monkey securely tucked at her side, she rose onto both feet. “You rescued me. Thanks, monkey,” the witch whispered lovingly while kissing her niece’s cheeks and turning around to face Stephen Strange in all his glory.

He looked exhausted like she did as if he barely slept like she did. A good night’s sleep was nothing more than a pleasant memory, and judging by the dark circles under his shining blue eyes, he must’ve lost the ability to sleep in every position and on every surface there was. Sympathy swept through her aching body, even though there still lived rage and anger inside her, but the Stark knew that she would forgive him.

She always did.

Without even the slightest flick of her hand, the thickened atmosphere surrounding her vanished as if it had never been there in the first place. Stephen almost lost his balance entirely before finding it again and taking a small, uncertain step in the direction of the woman of his dreams. Morgan watched the scene intently – just in case her dad wanted to know anything about it. The witch knew how much the girl in her arms loved to play spy. In rare moments like these, she reminded her of Natasha. But she didn’t mind the tiny intruder because her brother would have gotten the information either through his sister directly or through his wife.

“You will never speak to me in that manner again.”

The doctor nodded violently.

“You will never hurt me that way you did back then.”

Again, tears burned in both their eyes while looking at each other, not missing a single expression.

“Never,” Stephen promised, barely above a whisper.

She took a deep, shaky breath and nodded. “Okay.”

He furrowed his brows, unsure of what to do with it. “Okay?” Never had he felt this uncertain about something in his life, but the Stark nodded again and dissipated the worries written all over his face.

“I still will be angry for quite some time because this was unacceptable and cruel and nothing I would ever wish upon another human. You have to deal with it. We have to fix this. But we will because so far, we always found a way to get through obstacles similar to this.” And with that, she adjusted Morgan on her arm and stepped in front of Stephen, holding one hand slowly out for him to reach and take it. He looked dumbfounded, his eyes switching between her eyes and the peace offering that was her hand, but instead of taking it, he stepped even closer. A hand cupped her neck, and his thumb caressed her jaw in slow, soft strokes while leaning down to press a gentle kiss on her temple.

Morgan giggled happily while the Stark closed her eyes and enjoyed his close proximity after such a long time. She took another deep breath to inhale his signature scent she missed more than she could ever express.

“I will make it right, I promise, sweetheart. I will make everything right. Well, I’ll try at least.” It was unusual to hear him correct himself in an instance, and she smiled softly at that. “You’re trying, and that’s all I want or need,” was all she whispered before taking his hand in hers and entangling their fingers together. “Bring me home, Stephen, okay?”

At that moment, Stephen was entirely sure that he had never heard something more beautiful in his life, except for every I love you out of her mouth, maybe. And so, the former Sorcerer Supreme brought his Infinity Witch back to the place they called their home.

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[marvel-snape-writes]

(2 million years later…)

Face Your Fears, Doctor Strange: NEW CHAPTER!

Chapter 12: Wait For Me To Come Home.

18+ smutty smut smut

Stephen Strange x Christine Palmer (early days)

Stephen joins the rest of his doctor friends on a work conference but the unfamiliar feeling of missing someone begins to flood his mind... Well, until he finds himself slipping into his old ways. Will he give in to the taunting of another woman or will the thought of Christine drag him away?

Snippet:

“Are your friends always that mean to you?” One of the girls asked, now stood at the side of him.

“Hm?” Stephen turned to face her, laughing awkwardly, “I didn't know you were listening.”

“It’s hard for my attention to not be on you.” She replied, biting her bottom lip for a moment before walking away with a flirtatious giggle.

“What is wrong with you, Strange?!” The doctor who was returning with the tray of shots exclaimed, “Why didn't you follow her?!”

Yes, why didn't you? The voice in his head asked him.

“Because…” Stephen shrugged, “I’ve barely spoken two words to her.”

“Like that has ever stopped you!” He cackled loudly, shaking his head.

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[oreosmilkshakes]

Only Love Can Hurt Like This

Summary: Relive your last moments with Stephen Pairing: Supreme!Stephen Strange x fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,496

Warnings: (Slight, I think) Spoilers for DSMoM! Sadness, Angst, no happy ending

A/N: Well, whew. This was another ride to write. Hope y'all enjoy! Comments/feedback well appreciated! (also, I had this idea listening to Vegas (I wanna ride) and not the song title-) Tho I kinda feel like the ending was rushed?? Idk ;-;

Taglist: NIL

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Only love can hurt like this

[Name] sobbed into her pillow, the feeling of a broken heart plagued her chest. Her never-ending tears stained her cheeks as she cried every single day and night. What did she do to deserve this? All of this? All she felt was pain, misery and sadness every day. Even forcing herself to eat just to keep her and her baby alive. She tried telling herself to be strong everyday but nothing worse. Not even the words of Charles Xavier could save her from this torment.

She felt the ground shake and she knew exactly who was causing the problem. Her husband and resident Sorcerer Supreme, Doctor Stephen Strange. There was a war between Earth’s Mightiest Heroes and Thanos’s army. Even if the battle was far away, she could hear the aftermath of the fight. Everyone could.

[Name] gave one final sob into her pillow before wiping her tears with a handkerchief that once belonged to Stephen. The beeping of the heart monitor was the only thing that was capable of calming her. An irony, right?

The door swung open and Christine stepped in. She wore a soft but sad smile upon seeing the visible tears decorating prettily on [Name]’s cheeks. In her hand was a pad.

“How are you doing, [Name]?” Her voice soft, careful to not cause any agitation to the pregnant woman.

[Name] sniffled, dapping her cheeks. She forced a sad smile and it broke Christine’s heart.

“I’m alright, Chris..Tired but alright,”

Christine obviously didn’t believe her. How could see when the cause of all her misery was her former lover. She set her pad down on the table, moving over to take [Name]’s hand. She took it and the grip was enough to tell Christine that nothing about her friend was ‘alright’. The doctor stayed still as the soon-to-be mother sought comfort in her touch.

“Doctor Palmer to ward 23,” Came a voice over the PA and [Name] let go of Christine’s hand. It broke her even more.

“I’m sorry, [Name]..I have to go,”

She smiled, shaking her head.

“You’re needed, Christine. Go, I’ll be alright,”

Christine pursed her lips in a thin line, fetching her pad from the table and nodded.

“I’ll be back,” She turned, leaving [Name] alone once more.

[Name]’s eyes fluttered close as a wave of exhaustion took over her body. As she fell asleep, she found herself reminiscing about the good times she had spent with Stephen. Before it all went down.

[Name] met Stephen Strange seven years ago when she was a trainee nurse at the hospital he worked at. Occasionally, she was paired up with Stephen to watch as he did procedures, watching and learning his technique and style. Eventually, her feelings for the Doctor grew past trainer-trainee and the explosive happiness she felt when Stephen reciprocated the feeling was something she could not forget. Shortly after that, Stephen had brought her out for dinner and  a calming walk in the park.

Even after his accident, [Name] stayed with Stephen. He pushed her away, yes but she was not going to give up on him just as he had given up on himself. She watched him meet this supposed being called The Ancient One. He trained himself, fought hard to become the man he wanted to be- a Sorcerer to protect the world and existing realms.

Stephen proposed to [Name] atop the Empire State, where it overlooked the gorgeous city they called home. Of course, she said yes. She loved Stephen and Stephen loved her very much. Their wedding was a small one with close friends and family invited, Wong and members of the  Illuminati too.

Since then, [Name] couldn't stop staring at her wedding ring.

"Vibranium. I had to call T'Challa in for a favour," Stephen said, taking her hand in his. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her hand.

“It’s beautiful, Stephen. I can’t stop staring at it,” [Name] giggled, moving her hands to cup Stephen’s smooth jaw. Her thumb gently caress his cheek. His hands found her hips, pulling her as close as he impossibly could.

“I love you so much,”

“I love you too, in this universe and every,”

Their next step in their journey was their honeymoon. Stephen had planned everything out much to [Name]’s delight. Of course he was worried about leaving Manhattan unprotected but Charles was there to assure him. “The world can live one month without the Sorcerer Supreme, Stephen. Go spend some time with your wife,” Charles said and that was enough for Stephen

Whatever problem [Name] in her life seemingly had disappeared during their honeymoon and Stephen never stopped pampering her, even spending each night in the throes of pleasure. She was finally feeling all of Stephen, mind, soul and body and that made her fall for him even more.

She found herself to be sick on the fourth and last week of their honeymoon and Stephen knew it was good news. She did at least seven tests and when the last one finalised her pregnancy, the couple shared a tight hug with tears in their eyes.

All was going well. [Name] had finally found the man she loved and her life was the best she ever had.

Until Stephen started having nightmares shortly after their return from their honeymoon. He would wake up screaming and covered in cold sweat, going on and on about a Mad Titan who was coming to invade the world.

“It’s just a nightmare, Stephen. Go back to sleep,”

“No, no, no, you don’t understand, [Name]! It’s real. He’s coming!” Stephen ran a hand through his hair, bare chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

“Who’s coming, Stephen?”

Stephen turned to her, looking right at her dead in the eyes and with an expression she has never seen before.

“Thanos,”

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Stephen’s well being deteriorated every single day. He was becoming mad and driven to find ways to stop his supposed nightmare from happening. He spent sleepless nights for months going through books within the Sanctorum.

He grew further from [Name], pushing her away as if she didn’t exist to him.

As months passed, her belly was growing bigger and by the fifth month of her pregnancy, she had had enough.

“Stephen!” She screamed, her voice travelled through the vast halls of the Sanctorum. It was quiet, almost too quiet. She swallowed, a hand on her belly and another on the railing as she made her way up the flight of stairs.

“Stephen!” She screamed out again and once again, silence responded.

[Name] made her way to an intersection within the Sanctorum, bright red light emitted through the door from the room at the end of the hall. She felt a trickle of sweat on her temple and wiped it off, creeping towards it.

“Stephen? Baby? Come on..,” She licked her lips, touching the door. She felt a soft heat coming from the door. Her hand moved down to the knob, opening it slowly. It creaked quietly and as the scene revealed before her, she felt her heart break.

Stephen was afloat, red orbs with strings looking akin to veins surrounded her husband. Before him was a book, one she has never seen  before but she recognised the corrupted magic. [Name] covered her mouth, tears pricked her eyes as she watched her husband succumb himself to such darkness.

Stephen opened his eyes, to find his wife in horror staring at him. He waved his hand, the magic disappearing and he brought himself back down on his two feet.

“Honey..Hey..come here..,” He held his arms out.

[Name] was frozen.

“S-Stephen..are you using…Chaos Magic? Stephen, please..stop this. Stop all of this! It’s just a nightmare, Stephen! Everyday, I don’t see you! Everynight, the bed is cold! All you do is..is..,” Her voice cracked, a hand moved to her belly again as her legs gave way. She was just so tired of everything.

“[Name]!” Stephen ran to her, dropping to his knees and held his crying wife.

“Oh, baby..Shh..Shh..,” He had his arms tightly around her, bringing her head to his chest as she cried.

[Name] felt her husband on her again and she couldn’t help but melt into his touch, gripping Stephen’s blue robes tightly as she sobbed. She pulled away first, wiping her tears with the back of her sleeves. Her hands cupped his cheeks, the same way she would always do.

“Stephen..please..stop all this..Please, I’m begging you..I need you, Stephen. I need you..Our baby needs you..Stop doing this magic, Stephen..The consequences..God, I can’t even think about it,” She sobbed out. Stephen swallowed, holding his gaze into [Name]’s brown eyes. He was doing all of this for her. To save her from this impending doom. He wanted what’s best for his wife and their baby and he would do anything to get it.

Stephen’s lips spread into a small smile, leaning in to rest his forehead against [Name]’s.

“I’ll do it..I’ll stop for you..I love you so much, in this universe and every,”

“I love you too,”

The couple shared a deep kiss, one filled with so much love yet sadness and pain lingered.

Must have been a deadly kiss

Humans are natural born liars and [Name] knew Stephen wouldn’t be able to keep true to his words. Sure, sweet kisses were shared and he was finally being the husband he was supposed to be five months ago but the longer he kept this up, the more lies she saw.

“I’m going for a walk, [Name]. Be right back!”

Or

“There’s an emergency and the others need me. I’m sorry, I love you,” became very common excuses for the next three months. [Name] was surprised no one questioned Stephen’s usage of gloves when he has never worn them. Eventually, she has had enough. [Name] told the truth to the members of the Illuminati, Mordo included and Mordo confirmed her words, claiming there was a drastic shift in Stephen in general. He had to be stopped. He was becoming a slave to the Darkhold.

So, when they went to confront Stephen in the Sanctorum, he felt betrayed knowing his wife was the one who confided in his own team. But he loved her too much to feel completely betrayed. A part of him thought it was a good idea she did it but his darker part objected.

Christine kept [Name] safe with the Ultron bots as her guards. They didn’t hear word from Professor X for hours and [Name] had to see for herself.

Imagine the horror she felt upon returning home. Black Bolt, Richard, Maria, Peggy and Charles were all incapacitated and Stephen was no where to be found. Karl Mordo was the first to recover, a hand to his hurting abdomen. [Name] felt tears flow as she approached Karl.

“What happened?”

He coughed.

“He’s succumbed to the book, [Name]. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,”

[Name] heard several heavy footsteps approaching, Christine and the bots had arrived on time to assist with the members of the Illuminati.

“Where is he? Karl, where is he?”

Mordo straightened up, a gentle hand on [Name]’s shoulder.

“I don’t know, I’m sor-,”

The ground shook violently and almost sent [Name] tumbling to the floor.

Charles and the others slowly came to be, all seemingly unharmed.

“Charles? Are you okay?” [Name] rushed over to the professor, a hand on his chair as she examined the cut on his forehead. He raised a hand up, shaking his head slightly.

“I’m alright, dear. He is more powerful that I had expected,”

“Where is he, Charles? Please, I need to know where-,”

Another violent shake, [Name] braced herself on Charles’s chair.

“What's going on?” Peggy asked and Christine was furiously scrolling through her pad.

“It’s as we feared. Remember our theory about Incursions? I think it’s not just a theory. It’s very much true and it’s happening,”

[Name] was confused, turning to Christine.

“What’s an Incursion?”

Mordo stepped forward, healing himself with a simple wave of his hand.

“An Incursion is when two realities are in a collision race. Stephen has been using the Darkhold for so long, using them to Dreamwalk between realities. He told you about the Mad Titan Thanos’ arrival, yes? It’s all true, [Name]. Strange used the Darkhold to Dreamwalk through multiple realities just to see if there was a possible way to kill Thanos. It’s only a matter of time until he arrives with his army,”

It was a lot to take in. [Name] was approaching her ninth month. She stumbled forward, Peggy caught her just in time. Her breathing was shortening, head growing more and more dizzy the more she forced herself to stay awake. She passed out in Peggy’s arms.

She couldn’t process everything. The world was at war, along with the Incursion happening. She felt so sick and shaken to the core.

It was never supposed to be this way.

Their love was never supposed to be this way.

But it’s the sweetest pain

Burning hot through my veins

Love is torture

Makes me more sure

[Name]’s eyes fluttered open, back to her painful reality. She held her abdomen, squeezing her eyes shut at the sharp pain. Water ran down her legs and she knew it was time.

She screamed in pain as another wave of pain washed over her. Nurses ran into her room, doing immediate checks on the woman.

Christine ran in shortly after.

“It’s time, Doctor Palmer,”

“Alright, people. Let’s prep the room!”

[Name] screamed again. It hurts everywhere. She wished Stephen was here for her, to be there for her while she brought their beautiful baby into this messed up world.

It felt like forever but when the wailings of a baby filled the room, [Name] felt more tears running down her cheeks, both of happiness and of sorrow. The doctor held up her crying baby, giving her a good clean before wrapping her up with a soft, white blanket. [Name] sniffled, reaching out for her baby and when she felt her little girl in her arms, more and more tears flowed. She looked up, Christine’s eyes were glossy as well.

“What’s her name?” Christine asked.

“Stefanie…Stefanie Faye Strange,” [Name] smiled, leaning down to plant a kiss on Stefanie's head. Her mind drifted to a distant memory.

“If we had a boy, we would name him after you. Vincent Alexander Strange. If we had a girl, Stefanie Faye Strange,”

Stephan laughed, leaning in. His lips brushed [Name]’s forehead in a light kiss.

“I like it. Anything for my dear, pregnant wife,”

She gave him a playful shove on his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around her torso, resting his forehead on her head as they watched the distant sun set from the roof of the Santorum.

Hours turned to days and days turned into a month and [Name] felt happiness with Stefanie. She reminded her so much of Stephan. From her eyes to her nose, everything.

The war was over.. The Incursion had killed billions now and it took a lot of strength and power to just bring it to a stop. When it did, trillions had died and their deaths were on Stephan’s shoulders.

Christine burst into [Name]’s room, panting.

“It’s over..It’s over,”

[Name] gasped, eyes wide as she felt hope. Hope in which she could see Stephen again.

“I want to see him,”

Christine frowned.

“[Name], I’m not sure-,”

“Christine..please.. I want to see him,”

The Doctor inhaled deeply, sighing before nodding. She could not do this to her friend.

After all, it would be the last time she would see Stephen.

Christine had brought Karl in as fast as she could..

[Name] held Stefanie in her arms, the baby was soundly asleep. She turned to Karl, swallowing.

“[Name], I strongly go against your decision-,”

Christine gave him a look and he closed his mouth. He sighed heavily, swallowing. With both hands raised in, he moved a hand in a circular motion to open a portal.

As it widened, [Name] could see the aftermath of everything. Bodies of alien beings strewn around, lifeless along with heroes that had died in the middle of battle. She stepped through, looking back to see Karl and Christine with saddened looks on their faces.

Why were they sad? [Name] didn’t understand why. The war had stopped, the Incursion had stopped and Stephen was hopefully out of the Book’s hold. Shouldn’t it be a happy occasion despite their losses?

[Name] turned ahead, seeing four figures and Charles in the distance. There was a figure on his knees and she knew who it was.

[Name] gasped, tears pooled in the corner of her eyes again as she rushed over to the group.

“Stephen!” She yelled.

Four heads turned in her direction and Stephen was staring at her.

“[Name]..[Name]!” He stood, running towards her. Maria stepped forward to try and stop Stephen but was stopped by Charles.

Stephen stopped short of her, his expression broken and face bloodied. That’s when he noticed a little wrapped bundle in her arms. His eyes heated up, tears flowed as he fell to his knees. [Name] kneeled in front of him, careful of little Stefanie as she pulled Stephen in for a hug. She cried on his shoulder and so did he, pain and sorrow released as they cried together.

When Stephen pulled away, his shaking hands gently cradled Stefanie’s head.

“I’m sorry..I’m so, so sorry..I cannot take back what I did, [Name]. I’m so, so sorry,” Stephen’s voice cracked as he looked back up, capturing [Name]’s lips in a deep kiss. She returned in and it felt like home once again.

“Meet our baby girl, Stephen. Meet Stefanie Faye Strange,”

[Name] tilted her arms slightly, showing the baby to her husband and she heard him audibly gasp.

“She looks so much like you, Stephen..I-I..God, I miss you so much,”

Stephen cracked a small smile.

“I miss you too, honey. So, so much,”

Stefanie wriggled lightly, opening her eyes to reveal the exact same blue as his own. He felt his heart crack as the baby studied her father.

“Stefanie, say hi to daddy,” [Name] cooed softly. Stephen brought a black finger to the baby, she grabbed it almost immediately. He let out a soft sob, leaning into plant a soft kiss to Stefanie’s forehead.

“I love you two so much.. What I did, I thought it was the right thing to do. I wanted to save you, to save our baby from danger. I went too far and the deaths of many rest on my shoulders. I have to pay the price, baby,” Stephen swallowed the lump in his throat. [Name] shook her head.

“You’ve already paid it. Just come home to me, to Stefanie. Please.. I can’t live without you. Stephen, please..,” [Name] pleaded, cupping Stephen’s cheek with a hand. He leaned into it, turning his head to kiss her palm.

“I love you so much. I love you and Stefanie so much. I love you and Stefanie in this universe and every..I’m sorry,”

Stephen pulled away, standing up. She stood as well, a hand held her elbow.

“Take care of her, Mordo. Watch over her and Stefanie. Please, old friend?”

Karl pursed his lips, nodding slowly as he too was filled with sadness.

“Take her back..She doesn’t need to see this,” Stephen smiled, taking [Name]’s hand in his.

“Wait, wait, no. Where are you- What are you going to do to him? No! Wait! Wait!!” [Name] wailed. Stefanie sensed her mother’s distress and cried aloud as Karl slowly tugged her struggling form back. Stephen slowly let go of her hand, turning away and returning to the group.

He kneeled down before the five, breath shaking and heart heavy as the sound of his wife and baby’s wailing slowly disappeared. Everyone sympathised with the family but Stephen had to pay. Even if it meant killing him so no one would know what he had done.

“I shall miss you, old friend,” Charles spoke with a heavy heart. He didn’t want to do any of this. None of them did.

Stephen lifted his head to see his wife trying to get away from Karl as Christine held his baby. She dropped to her knees just short of the portal, screaming for Stephen’s name and begging for him.

Stephen squeezed his eyes shut and nodded.

This was it.

This was the end.

“I’m ready,”

The last thing [Name] saw just before the portal closed was Blackagar’s soundwave striking her husband and she felt so very numb, endless tears flowed till no end.

Her heart could never be mended.

Tears will always fall.

For she will never see her husband ever again.

Only love can hurt like this

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~ Stephen Strange to Christine Palmer

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[angstsfordays]

Save me, Save you Prologue

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Enhanced! Avenger Reader

Summary: Your fights mostly belonged on the grounds while he worked mostly in the mystic and cosmic realms. Even though you both fought together in the infinity war to stop Thanos, you and Stephen Strange hardly ever interacted with one another. It only took one incidental misunderstanding between the two of you to bring both of you closer than ever. For two people who do not believe that they could find love, all we can say is that love finds you unexpectedly.

Chapter synopsis: A little prologue before the main story. Y/N L/N thought her first meeting with Stephen Strange- Master of the Mystic Arts was on during the battle with Thanos to save Earth. However, their chance encounter took place years before that at Metro-General Hospital.

Warnings: None.

Word count: 1.3k

Notes: Hi! It has been a while, I finally returned to the land of writing after sorting out my life outside of Tumblr! My recent Marvel obsession has switched to Stephen Strange after watching Dr Strange 2. I’m like….ok…Stephen…I never knew you were so fineeee. So here I am, back with a fic that has been in my head for awhile and I am now putting it into words! Hope y’all like it! 😊

Chapters: One| Two | Three |

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Stephen Strange finally had a breather after 8-hour neurosurgery for a patient. Running his hands through the options in the pantry’s refrigerator, Stephen could not decide between a bottle of water or a can of soda.

Just as his fingers opened the tab and a popping sound went off, the door to the pantry opened with such a force, a gust of air brushed past his cheeks.  Stephen’s sharp blue eyes despite the tiring surgery prior went to the frantic junior doctor from A&E that was panting yet looked frightened at the sight of him.

Stephen did not speak yet, opting to raise his brow and lifted the can of soda to his lips as the refreshing liquid went down his throat.

“Dr Strange, I don’t mean to disturb you. I-I know you just finished a surgery b-b-but there’s an emerg-” Stephen tried his hardest to hold back the eye roll that he was about to give. Give me a break, he thought….

“Speak properly.” His curt words were enough to silence the junior doctor and gave him moments to recollect himself.

“Dr Palmer asked for your help. She said that you are her best hope.” Hearing Christine’s name shifted his initial attitude and he was willing to push aside the fact that he has not slept in 48 hours to help his ex, albeit now good (and only) friend out.

“Alright.” Stephen downed the rest of his drink before chugging it into the bin and followed the junior doctor’s lead.

The A&E was filled with many patients as usual. The junior doctor opened up the curtain to one of the beds and Stephen was met with the sight of Christine evaluating the patient. In a quick glance, Stephen saw dried blood on the woman’s head which stained the pillow beneath her.

Alerted of his presence, Christine heaved a sigh of relief when she saw him arrived.

“What’s going on?”

“She was hit on the head by falling debris. It’s a miracle that she’s even alive. Her head was concussed and concluded to be the most affected after our check. Aside from some trauma to the torso, she appears to be well everywhere else.”

Christine gave a brief rundown of the patient and stepped aside as Stephen moved forward to have a better look. You looked familiar, Stephen thought for a moment as he saw that though your eyes were closed, you were conscious and whimpering in pain.

He could hear you saying something and leaned forward to listen more clearly.

“Help please.”

“She’s an Avenger.” A new voice popped up from the other side of the bed.

“What?” Stephen asked with a puzzled expression.

“She’s one of the Avengers. A fire broke out in one of the labs of a science facility and she happened to be visiting. She was helping to evacuate everyone with the fire department. She went back to save someone who was still trapped. She got out with the civilian but there was a sudden explosion. She used her body as shield but apparently the debris hit her before her powers came up as a protective barrier.”

One of the A&E nurses who heard from the onsite paramedics recounted.

“Please save me.” Stephen could hear your breathy pleas. Your hand raised slightly and what took everyone aback was the sudden surge of energy radiating from your palms.

Everyone at your bedside took a step back at your sudden display of powers. Stephen was not usually fazed, he was known to be one of the most confident individual to most people and he always seemed liked he was never nervous. But this time, Stephen was momentarily dazed as he witnessed the flickering of the energy sparks coming from you.

“How do we exactly help a super-powered person?” The A&E junior doctor spoke up. Just as Stephen was about to reply, a surge of energy blasted from your hands and caused damage to the ceiling above.

Everyone was shocked and panicked on how to deal with you. They never exactly had a enhanced individual come through to their ward before.

Stephen’s attention went back to your increased frantic movements and he put two and two together that since you were in pain, your powers likely are acting up out of a defense mechanism.

Christine proposed the idea of a sedative so that they were able to properly treat you and ensure that your powers could be under control while you were getting the help you needed.

The nurse was already on her heels to get a sedative when you started to call out in a strained voice. Tears were already falling from your tightly shut lids and anyone would feel an ache seeing how much pain you were in.

He did not know what compelled him to do it but Stephen reached forward to hold your hand which had returned to normal. He then started to try getting to you to calm down by reassuring that you were fine, that you were at the hospital and you were going to get help.

For a moment, all was calm as your writhing ceased. Everyone looked between each other to assume that the worst was over. As the nurse arrived with the sedative, Christine was prepared to administer it when a glow of your powers formed.

Everyone gasped as they saw that Stephen was still holding onto your hands and thought that he might have gotten hurt from the contact.

However, that was not the case as he appeared fine. Your powers were not hurting him at all. In fact, Stephen was pleasantly surprised by the soothing warmth oozing from your palms to his. He never felt such soft and comfort.

Stephen felt a small squeeze from your hand.

“Thank you.” You whispered before dropping your hand and his down to the bed. It was only a short moment before Stephen snapped back to reality and stood up. He gently let go of your hands before turning to the junior doctor.

“Get a room ready.” Stephen ordered before the junior doctor nodded fervently and rushed to make the call.

Stephen looked to you again before to Christine. No words were exchanged as the two tried to process what just happened. Stephen looked to you before to his hand. In his many years of his career, this would stay as one of the most memorable moments.

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Stephen ensured a successful surgery for you, unlikely that you would suffer from any effects post-surgery. He had gone home after your surgery concluded and was prepared to see you again in your ward the next day.

He was unsure why he looked forward to seeing how you were, a small smile unknowingly formed on his face as he made his way to work.

But alas to his disappointment, he was informed that Tony Stark had personally came to pick you up and transfer you back to a private ward in the Avengers upstate compound.

Stephen doubted that he would ever see you again.

Meanwhile after you woke up from your surgery and took time to take a break from the field, it only dawned upon you that you have yet to thank the doctor that saved you. From what you heard, if it were not for him, you could have suffered a worser fate.

With a bottle of wine and bouquet of flowers, you were nervous yet excited as you stepped into Metro-General Hospital. To your disappointment, the nurse from the neurosurgery department informed you that Dr Stephen Strange had resigned. The nurse relayed to you that Dr Strange had gotten into a car accident which crippled his hands and ended his surgical career.

Tears were welling up in your eyes as you processed this news. When you asked if there was a way to reach to him, the nurse directed you to Christine Palmer. Your heart sank when she told you that she was no longer in contact with Dr Strange who decided to cut everyone from his life.

She advised you to not reach out to him as he was still processing grief and loss. He was also not in New York anymore from what she last known. Taking her advice knowing that she was or is a good friend of his, you decided to stop your pursuit of him.

You wondered if there would ever be a day that you could meet Stephen Strange and thank him properly for saving you.

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Alright! So that’s the prologue to the fic, Save me, Save you. I hope you would be interested to give it a read and let me know what you think! I would aim to have the first chapter up soon!

This story is going to be fluffy, romantic and angsty and a slice of life all wrapped into one. ♥️

Till then,

Angstfordays 💛

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[pinkthick]

I just need someone too

Pairing: (minor) Doctor Strange Supreme/Christine Palmer

Doctor Strange Supreme & Uatu| The Watcher

Summary: The monsters' voices seized the opportunity, injecting doubt and self-loathing into his fractured psyche. "You're dangerous, a threat to all realities," they whispered malevolently. Stephen's hands shook as he vehemently denied their accusations, trying to drown their voices. “You don’t deserve anyone.” they jeered, a relentless chorus that fueled his internal chaos.

In the eerie confines of his pocket dimension, Doctor Strange Supreme grappled with the wailing of voices echoing through his mind. The melded creatures and demons within him clamored relentlessly, their collective whispers taunting his sanity. The Watcher had abandoned him, leaving Stephen to drown in the increasing discord. Their anger and whispers grew louder, drowning out any semblance of peace and every attempt to silence the creatures proved futile, their demands becoming more insistent. "Let us control you," they hissed, weaving a web of doubt around Stephen's fractured mind. The struggle within him intensified, a battle between the remnants of his humanity and the monstrous forces vying for dominance.

Desperation crept into Stephen's heart as he yearned for anyone’s guidance. Why did everyone leave him? His composure shattered like glass. Tears streamed down his face as he paced feverishly, the distorted echoes of his cries reverberating in the desolate pocket dimension. The twisted amalgamation of creatures and demons within him whispered louder, feeding on his unraveling sanity.

"I helped them, didn't I?" Stephen's voice cracked, choked with anguish. He clutched at his head, feeling the weight of a thousand creatures clawing at the recesses of his consciousness. The realization of his own mistakes bore down on him, leaving him teetering on the edge of madness. "Why didn't the Watcher ask if I wanted to go to another universe too?” he screamed into the void, the pocket dimension trembling in response. He knows he could easily get out, to another universe—but that wasn’t the point. “ Maybe I just needed someone to care!”

The monsters' voices seized the opportunity, injecting doubt and self-loathing into his fractured psyche. "You're dangerous, a threat to all realities," they whispered malevolently. Stephen's hands shook as he vehemently denied their accusations, trying to drown their voices. “You don’t deserve anyone.” they jeered, a relentless chorus that fueled his internal chaos.

"Monsters don't deserve care from people.

Each step he took felt like an eternity, the monsters' voices becoming a deafening roar drowning out reason. The remnants of his past deeds haunted him – the arrogance, the mistakes, the thirst for power. He was trapped in a never-ending loop of self-condemnation. "Why did I let this happen?" Stephen wailed, his voice a desperate plea for reprieve. The monsters reveled in his vulnerability, exploiting every crack in his fractured psyche. "You're alone because you deserve to be," they hissed, their words like venomous tendrils wrapping around his sanity. The once mighty sorcerer collapsed to his knees, the weight of his perceived monstrosity too much to bear.

"I—deserve care too, don't I?" he begged, a pitiful plea lost in the void. Do you really? Tears streaked down his face as he wrestled with the realization that he might truly be beyond redemption.

The monsters just mocked him, amplifying his deepest fears. "You thought you could play god, but you're just a wretched creature. No one will ever care for a monster like you!"

That’s not true—he isn’t a monster. He isn’t.

He heard a scoff and his desperate gaze fixed on the reflective surface of the pocket dimension's wall. Two versions of himself stared back, one consumed by despair and tears, the other stoic and unyielding. The juxtaposition ignited a furious spark within him. "Why aren't you crying?" he seethed at the composed version of himself. The stoic reflection regarded him with a cold detachment that only fueled Stephen's rage. "We're the same person! How can you look at me with such disgust?"

His fists collided with the reflective surface, the impact echoing through the pocket dimension. The wall cracked slightly, a bitter taste lingering on his tongue "How dare you judge me?" Stephen screamed at his own reflection, the air crackling with a volatile energy. The distorted image sneered back, a grotesque mockery of the sorcerer's own visage.

The cracked wall oozed with an otherworldly substance, and Stephen's widening eyes fixated on the unsettling sight of blood seeping through the fractures. Horror painted his expression as he recoiled, stumbling backward. The monsters' whispers escalated, celebrating the tangible evidence of his inner torment. Panicking, Stephen scrutinized his trembling hands, only to discover claws extended from his fingertips. He stared, aghast, at the cruel amalgamation of man and monster.

Stephen's tortured world suddenly shifted as a sweet, haunting giggle echoed through the pocket dimension. His bloodshot eyes darted around, seeking the source, until he reluctantly turned back to the cracked wall, now stained with his blood. There, amidst the grotesque reflection, stood Christine with an ethereal smile. The sight sent shivers down his spine as her voice, laced with a mixture of warmth and mockery, reached his ears. "Evening, handsome," she cooed, the words dripping with an unsettling sweetness. A pang of guilt and longing gripped Stephen's heart. "Christine, I'm so sorry," he stammered, the weight of his sins pressing upon him.

Christine's ethereal smile remained, a soothing balm "What are you even apologizing for, silly?" Her voice, a melodic whisper, echoed in the pocket dimension. Her spectral form seemed to glow with a warmth that Stephen desperately craved. The sorcerer, torn between reality and illusion, let out a breathy chuckle. His hand reached towards the wall, attempting to bridge the gap between them. Yet, as his fingers touched the surface, a disconcerting absence greeted him. The ethereal connection remained one-sided, his touch met with a vacant emptiness. “I... I don't know. Everything, I suppose," he admitted.

Christine's hand pressed against the wall too, a gesture that made Stephen’s heart jump. "I've missed you," she murmured, her gaze lingering on his haunted eyes. "I’ve missed you too" Stephen confessed, his gaze locked with Christine's phantom eyes. Her form flickered, a wistful sadness in her eyes. "I know, Stephen. But you have to let go. You can't keep punishing yourself," she implored, her words carrying a weight of wisdom from beyond.

"I just wanted for us... to be happy. Why weren't we allowed to be happy?" Stephen's voice wavered, carrying the ache of a love lost and a future denied. Christine's gaze softened, mirroring the ache in Stephen's heart. "I don't know," she whispered.

Stephen's hand, still pressed against the cold, cracked wall, yearned for a connection that transcended the boundaries of the spectral and the tangible. He spoke again, a plea tinged with desperation "I tried to fix everything, to save you, to save us.”Christine offered a sympathetic smile, her hand on the cold wall mirroring his desperate touch. "You can't control everything, Stephen."

"No—I can't," Stephen uttered, his admission heavy as Christine's eyes welled with tears and Stephen instinctively reached out to wipe it away. Yet, his hand didn’t passed through the ephemeral droplet, a painful reminder of the intangible nature of their connection. "You can't," Christine echoed, her voice carrying both acceptance and sorrow.

Unable to hold back his own emotions, Stephen closed his eyes, pressing his forehead against the cracked wall. The cold surface offered no comfort, only the stark reality of his fractured existence. Christine mirrored his gesture, sharing in the silent communion of grief and longing. "I just wish we could have at least had more time together," Stephen murmured, his voice a fragile whisper that resonated through the pocket dimension.

They stayed in silence for awhile until Stephen opened his eyes and called out for her. "Christine?" the echoes of his own voice bouncing off the walls of the pocket dimension. His eyes searched desperately for the spectral form that had briefly offered solace and understanding.

But she wasn't there anymore.

The pocket dimension seemed to close in on him, the air growing heavier as Stephen's breaths quickened. The absence of Christine left an emptiness that the monsters wasted no time exploiting. Their whispers, once momentarily hushed, returned with a vengeance, taunting him with the fragility of his connection to any semblance of peace.

Panic gripped his heart. "Christine! Please, don't leave me alone with them," he pleaded, desperation lacing his words.

As Stephen slid down against the unforgiving wall, the monsters' mocking whispers intensified, wrapping around him like a suffocating cloak. "Why are you so afraid?" they taunted, their voices a venomous chorus that echoed through the pocket dimension. "We are one and the same, Stephen. That's because of you." Clawed hands pressed against his temples as Stephen struggled to drown out their voices again. "You thought you could control us, mold us into something you could use. But look where it got you," they sneered, the shadows deepening around him.

Barely holding onto the fragments of his sanity, Stephen's voice trembled as he begged the monsters for respite. "Please—please stop," he pleaded, his words a desperate plea echoing through the distorted corridors of his mind. The monsters, however, reveled in his vulnerability, their whispers escalating into a malicious symphony. "Stop? Why should we stop, Stephen?" they taunted, their voices intertwining with a sadistic glee. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? Power beyond imagination. Accept it."

Stephen's hands shook as he pressed them against his ears, attempting to shut out the relentless onslaught of voices. "Make it stop!" he cried out, his voice raw with desperation. The monsters' laughter echoed through the twisted corridors of Stephen's mind, a malevolent crescendo that reverberated in the suffocating silence. "Our powers weren't meant for humans, Strange," they jeered, each syllable laced with a cruel certainty.

Stephen, weary and battered, felt the weight of his isolation crushing him. Nobody cared about him anymore. The people that did care—were gone now. Because of him.

"Come on, let us have control," they coaxed, their words a venomous lullaby tempting him to surrender. Overwhelmed and drained, Stephen succumbed to the monsters' insidious whispers. His resistance crumbled, and with a surrendering sigh, he let them seize complete control. As the monsters took hold, his human form shattered like fragile glass. Claws extended, horns twisted, wings unfurled, and fangs emerged – Stephen's essence transformed into a grotesque fusion of demons and creatures. The pocket dimension trembled as the once-mighty sorcerer relinquished the remnants of his humanity.

A demonic entity now stood in place of Stephen, a manifestation of the twisted power he had sought to command. The monsters, now in control, reveled in their newfound freedom. "Let's have fun," they hissed in unison, their collective voice a perverse harmony echoing through the distorted realm. The demon that was once Doctor Strange Supreme lurched forward, a malevolent force eager to unleash chaos upon the multiverse. The monsters' laughter echoed with a sadistic pleasure as they revelled in their newfound dominion, leaving behind the shattered fragments of the man who had once dared to tamper with powers beyond his grasp.

Notes: Not sure if I should make a part too for this since I think I left it on a decent ending? 😭 I love love love Supreme’s story, it’s so tragic and again, I think they could have had done more with his story. (Also, please be nice, English isn’t my mother tongue)

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[arkytiorwrites]

How the Avengers Would React…

To You Hiding an Injury, No Matter How Small

838 Stephen Strange x Reader

Sorry if he’s a bit awkward. I’m trying to get into the swing of writing the different Stranges.

. . .

"Please Christine. Just. think of it as a sorta IOU!” A familiar voice pleaded as Stephen walked past the entrance to the medical wing of the Illuminati HQ.

"Does Stephen know about this?" the older redhead asked tiredly.

"My good Doctor Palmer. If Stephen Strange knew about this do you think I'd be here?" the other voice demanded.

"What don't I know about?" he finally asked, walking in on a somewhat comical scene.

His partner of three years had dived behind a gurney when he entered in an attempt to hide their blackened, singed self.

"Y/N, what are you doing?"

". . . Sharpening my reflexes?” the young sorcerer offered lamely.

Arching an eyebrow, the Sorcerer Supreme patiently waited for the younger, spunky wild card to crack.

It probably took about five seconds of awkward shuffling and Christine heaving an exasperated sigh.

"Just. Just promise you won't get mad,” they demanded.

"That depends,” the former neurosurgeon snorted.

Sighing, Y/N hesitantly stepped out to reveal the extent of the damage. Red clouded the Sorcerer Supreme’s vision as he took in the angry burns on their hands, bright pink nose and cheeks, singed fringe and the quiet pain in the normally cheeky and carefree eyes.

"Where is Reed?" he hissed, knowing full well that the egotistical bastard was fully to blame for the damage Y/N had stustained.

"Labs."

"Christine!" Y/N squawked.

"Like not telling him would stop him," she justified.

Not waiting for the two to hash things out, Stephen turned to march out from the Medical Wing, hunt down Reed, and tell him exactly what he thought of the elastic man dragging his partner into his deranged experiments.

"Stephen, wait!" Y/N yelped, giving chase as the taller man stormed out and down the hall.

It took them a second to catch up with him, but once they did, they ran in front of him, causing him to stop in his tracks to make sure he didn't run them over.

“Just. Wait," they pleaded. " Reed protected we from the major part of the explosion . It could've been a lot worse.”

" Which is exactly why I'm going to give him a piece of my mind," Stephen snarled. " You shouldn't have been in that situation in the first place!”

“I was the one screwing around with shit I shouldout have!” Y/N argued.

“Reed should know better than to let you into the labs!” he fired back, clearly hellbent on crucifying Reed for being in the same room that Y/N had been hurt in.

So, Y/N played their trump card. Letting the tears of pain they’d been holding back finally come out, and giving him their most pained expression as they whispered, "Stephen please. Just drop it. It was my fault, will you please just. Just cuddle me back home? After Christine treats me? Please babe? I've really, really missed you.”

Sighing as he relented to his lover’s pleas, he did his best to let go of the image he’d had the entire time of Reed eternally falling for several hours in a pocket dimension until he felt the man had suffered enough.

Dragging a hand down his face he stated, "You are banned from the labs until the multiverse burns out."

"Noted." Y/N chuckled wryly. “Walk me back to the Medical Wing?”

“Since you are the wounded victim of your own stupidity, just this once, I will portal us there and then home.”

“Have I mentioned that I love you?” they asked as they slumped with relief.

“Not for the last twenty minutes, no,” Stephen teased as he pulled out his sling ring.

“Well, I do.”

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[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

A Grief That Can't Be Spoken

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53786050 by SimplyMarvelous (SimplytheEveBest) Five days. May Parker stays in bed for five days, only ever leaving for the bathroom or to heat food in the kitchen she knows she’ll barely eat. Someone knocked on the door, once. It must have been Happy, or it might’ve been Norman: she’d heard footsteps, the twisting of a key in the lock and the creak as someone let themselves in. She thinks they stood there, in the doorway, calling to her softly, but all she could hear was his voice. Peter’s. Her little boy. And she couldn’t take the heartbreak of knowing if she turned around, he wouldn’t be there. Or Peter Parker is dead. And everyone must deal with the fallout. Words: 3296, Chapters: 1/11, Language: English Series: Part 1 of I Live (And You Are Gone): The SpiderMay Chronicles Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Otto Octavius, Norman Osborn, Happy Hogan, Peter Parker, Michelle Jones (Marvel), Ned Leeds, Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes, Mike Peterson (Agents of Shield), Adrian Toomes Relationships: Otto Octavius/May Parker (Spider-Man), Otto Octavius & May Parker (Spider-Man), Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Aunt May Parker & Tony Stark, Norman Osborn & Aunt May Parker, Uncle Ben Parker/Aunt May Parker (past), Otto Octavius/Rosie Octavius (past), Happy Hogan & Peter Parker, Happy Hogan & May Parker (Spider-Man), Peter Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: canon-divergence, technically multiverse?, Borrows from Tobey Maguire and Andrew Garfield's Spider Men, The Parkers are old friends of the Osborn’s, Harry Osborn is dead, Rosie Octavius is dead, Ben Parker died in a lab accident, I murdered Peter Parker I'm so sorry, Not Infinity-War or Endgame-compliant, Takes place midway through Spiderman: Homecoming, Tony and Pepper are married because I say so, civil war never happened, Tony and Bucky are sort of friends, I don’t know where canon ends and my headcanons begin so we’re all confused together, If it sounds vague it’s a conscious choice, spidermay, Majoring in grief with a minor in romance, Exploration of grief, The slowest of burns but still it feels too fast to me, The action doesn’t happen for a long long time, No one is having a nice time Tony and May least of all, Miles Morales and Uncle Aaron cameo, Christine Palmer and Dr. Stephen Strange cameo (but he doesn’t have magic), Maytto, Violence, Alcoholism, mentions of drug abuse, Mentions of Eating Disorder, Mentions of PTSD and other mental health related topics, Otto is a supportive friend/boyfriend/mentor/person, Any timeline discrepancies are because I forgot what I said earlier, Big time skips but I try to clarify, If I need to add additional tags let me know, Emotions-character exploration-romance-action: in that order, I'm not tagging every character and relationship in this, we'd be here all day, I know nothing of nuclear physics or fusion reactors, I did minimal research and asked my girlfriend who knows about nuclear reactors, she said she didn’t know anything about fusion reactors, so I’m sure it’s fine, The plot is secondary like I cannot stress this enough, if you came here for a rapidly progressing plot I cannot help you, Remember that time Marvel acknowledged Tony’s mental health in Iron Man 3, and then never mentioned it again, title taken from "empty chairs at empty tables" from les mis read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/53786050

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[totomoshi]

Whispers

pairing: Stephen Strange x reader

authors note: this was an idea had while listening to First Burn and it doesn’t have to do with the fact that i still can’t move on from MoM 😌

You would be lying if you said you didn't want to be your sister, Christine Palmer.

In all honesty, it wasn't because she's a successful surgeon or a certified brainiac but mainly it was due to the fact that she has the love of your life in the palm of her hand, Stephen Strange.

Many people don't know what you saw in the doctor, but they didn't know about those secret moments when he put aside his ego just to talk and comfort you when you couldn't keep up with your sister's achievements.

That and the teasing moments where he would show his infamous smirk made you fall wholeheartedly. At first, you were confident he reciprocates those feelings but every time you saw the look that he gave your sister; one filled with love and adoration, you knew you didn't stand a chance.

Now here you were standing on the balcony of the ballroom that was currently hosting your sister’s engagement party. You were happy for her but you couldn't stand there for another second watching Stephen look at her like a lovesick puppy.

Your private moment alone was interrupted by a familiar voice that always made your heart flutter

“Y/n, what are you doing out here?”

Ah, speak of the devil and he shall appear.

“Nothing just needed some fresh air,”

“Even after all these years, you’re still bad at lying” he chuckled

“Leave me alone, I'm not in the mood Stephen”

“Well it didn't seem that way when you chatted with Doctor Andrews” he muttered

That made your anger bubble up as you didn't know what Dr. Andrews had to do with any of this

“Excuse me? What does that mean? Also, since when does it ever concern you which guy I talk to Strange?” you told him as you turned around to look at him properly which was a mistake as he looked oh so good in his suit tonight

He knew he was already in uncharted territory with her, hence the use of his last name. But it didn't matter because jealousy seemed to currently blind him.

“I’m not stupid, y/n. You were in a good mood before and now suddenly I come near you, and you’re becoming so hostile? Just tell me you hate me and I won't bother you ever again. It's the least you could do”

The blue eyes that you came to love were gone and were replaced with anger, hurt, and jealousy? But that's impossible...

“What the hell are you talking about? Since when do I hate you? I think it's better if you just go back inside and continue to stare at my sister instead of talking out of your ass”

You knew it was wrong to bring Christine into this but you couldn't care less. You were just so angry at him.

“What does Christine have to do with this?”

“Everything! She’s the reason I’m out here! What, you thought I didn't see you staring at her like someone killed your puppy? I may not be smart as the both of you, but I’m not blind”

This was it, you’ve reached your breaking point. The tears that you tried so hard to keep in were starting to form.

“I don’t have feelings for Christine, y/n. Not anymore”

“I know about whispers, I see how you look at my sister...” you whispered as the tears started to show

At this point, you were done being angry, you were just so heartbroken to see the man you love to be in love with your sister. He seemed to finally understand the situation as his eyes finally softened to become the blue that you fell for.

“Y/n, believe me when I say that I don't love her anymore. Care? Yes. But as a friend, nothing more. Damn it y/n, you’re the one that I'm in love with” he confessed as he held both of your hands

You were shocked, to say the least. It was like the two of you were currently filming a scene of your favorite rom-com.

“Please don’t lie to me Stephen” was the only sentence you managed to muster out without breaking down.

His eyes raked over your face as if he was memorizing every little detail

“Maybe this will make you believe me” was what he told you before he cupped your face and gave a kiss that you once thought existed only in dreams.

It took you only a few seconds to return the kiss as you looped your arms around his neck

“I think I might need a little more convincing” you giggled

“As you wish” he chuckled

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