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Give Me The Reason - Defender!Strange x Reader

Paring: Defender!Strange x Sorcerer F!Reader

Word Count: 4,221

Description: After a year of Stephen constantly prioritizing his work, Y/N finally hits a breaking point in their relationship.

Request: Defender or Main Stephen based on “Give Me The Reason,” by James Bay.

Requested by: @frostandflamesfanfic 💙

Other Things: Same couple as Affections and Wardrobe Mixup, early in their relationship/pre-marriage. Can be read separate to both of those. Angst to fluff.

Warnings: Some swearing. Angsty, but with a happy ending. Breakup/get back together. Alluding to depression. Mildly suggestive at the end.

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“I know the universe full of people is important Stephen,” Y/N seethes, angry tears running down her cheeks. “But I thought I at least ranked somewhere in the top fucking five most important things to you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, of course you matter to me,” he snaps back.

“Then why am I always last? Not every problem in the entire universe is your duty to fix,” her fists clench and unclench. “Duties to Kamar-Taj, the Sanctum, and the Defenders I understand, but everything broken in the universe is not your problem.”

“We all have to make sacrifices in the grand scheme of protecting our universe and the multiverse Y/N. I’m putting my life on the line every day, and you just have to deal with me not being around as often. It’s hardly that big an issue compared to an entire planet being wiped out or multiverse beasts pouring into our universe.”

“So my feelings aren’t valid to you?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Yes you fucking did. My feelings and issues aren’t as important as the big important missions you have. All I have to deal with is you not being around as much as I would like huh? Try spending weeks on end constantly checking your phone just hoping to see a text. Just one little sign that the person you love is even alive. But every time there’s nothing there. Night after night alone, clutching a t-shirt to your chest and crying into your pillow because you’re certain this time was the time. The time they won’t come back. Hitting call again and again and getting voicemail. Then finally you come back, toss some things on the dresser, give me a kiss, then race off to Kamar-Taj for days where you still barely say a word to me.

“And you just seem to conveniently forget I’m the one picking up all the classes you have to miss teaching last minute in addition to my own. I’m the one everyone is coming to with issues because you’re off wherever the fuck you are. Defenders calling me up asking for you and when you’ll be back, and if I can be the one to drop by the help them with something. Other Masters coming to me to ask for permissions or questions on things because some how I fucking became your second and secretary.”

“No one asked you to do any of those things, I certainly didn’t,” he snaps out, turning his back to her with his arms crossed. “You can’t blame me for you choosing to take on extra duties and worrying about me.”

“Choosing to worry about you Stephen? Are you serious right now?” She grabs his shoulder to turn him back toward her but he fights against it. “I worry about you and take all all these extra duties to hold things together because I love you, and I know you’re out there risking your life. But if you really don’t give a fuck why am I even bothering then?”

“I was asking that question myself.”

Going silent, she wipes roughly at the tears running down her cheeks and presses her lips into a tight line, “Fine. I won’t any longer. Goodbye Stephen.”

Staring at the fireplace in front of him as he hears her footsteps fade away, flinching at the amount of force behind the slamming front door.

Rubbing his temples, he drops himself into a chair and sighs heavily when he hears the sound of new footsteps approaching.

“That was incredibly stupid Strange,” Wong says and sets a cup of tea next to the sorcerer. “Her tone sounded rather final.”

“I don’t have time for relationships anyways,” he mumbles and unwraps his armguards. “It was foolish to get involved with her at all. I don’t have time for that nonsense.”

“‘That nonsense’ is a woman that loves you. Despite the fact you’re constantly gone, that you don’t realize half the things she does for you, and speak to her like that,” he states matter-of-factly. “Being Sorcerer Supreme doesn’t mean you can’t devote any of your time to people you care about. You’re still a human being separate to the title.”

“I don’t have time outside of the title.”

“Because you always insist that it’s you going out to solve every problem that could easily be handled by a Master, or that isn’t even our problem in the first place. You always have to be the one handling it.”

The familiar phrase causes a frown to spread across Stephen’s face, “Maybe it’s just who I am Wong.”

“I think you could learn to work on that, but you do what you see fit,” Wong says before heading toward the hall he came from.

“I’ll speak with her tomorrow at Kamar-Taj,” he groans at his friend.

Three months.

Three long months since Stephen let Y/N walk out the front door of the sanctum after their argument. And three months since any of them had seen or heard from her.

He’d assumed even though she was cross with him, that she would still go to Kamar-Taj for her own duties. And other than the Sanctum, it was the only place he could think she would be staying. But according to every person there he asked, she hadn’t been back since she left with him that day.

He decided to give her one week to calm down. After a week she had to come back. She had classes to teach. She was a sorcerer, she loved what she did. She simply needed a break.

After a week of hearing nothing, he’d tried to call and found he went to voicemail after one ring. Attempting it with Wong’s phone, he got the same result. Time and time again with each phone he asked to borrow, just one single ring then voicemail.

So he texted her. Near the beginning just asking where she was, why she wasn’t reporting for her duties. And as weeks passed and the panic raised in his chest, the more frantic his messages got. Begging her to let him know she’s safe. To just acknowledge his message. But nothing.

After one month of nothing, he started calling all the contacts he could think of that might know where she went, that might have heard something. Not a single one had heard anything.

As he continued his search for her, how much she really had done for him also became blatantly obvious. The mission reports piled on his desk. Classes taught by himself and her had to be covered. His office seemed to be a revolving door parade of questions. His phone also seemed to be constantly pinging or ringing with something.

Between trying to complete missions, run Kamar-Taj, run the Defenders, teach, handle paperwork, answer questions, and continue his search for her; he rarely found time to sleep. Or eat. Or anything else.

By the time the third month rolled around, the man staring back at him in the mirror looked hollow. His eyes looked sunken in, the bags under them a permanent fixture on his face. The skin there now more taunt than before, his facial hair grown out in a thoughtless mess, and his hair dull and barely managed. The typical shiny hair sleeked back into a neat ponytail rarely saw a brush at that point. He ran his fingers through the mess each morning and shoved it into a messy ponytail or bun before tugging on his boots and trudging off to his office at Kamar-Taj.

While medically he knew his heart still beat the same; it felt like it beat sluggishly in his chest. Slower and slower each passing day since she walked out of his life.

He had his duties, the masters. his students, the Defenders. Yet he felt empty. Like he had nothing left.

Taking a seat at his desk, he pulls out his phone to once again send her his daily text.

“I’m sorry. I love you… please come home. Even if you don’t want me. Just come back to Kamar-Taj. I just need to know you’re safe. I just need to see you.”

Tapping to send the message, he switches over to his photo album app, quickly tapping the folder of pictures of them. She’d made it on his phone while he was busy one day. At the time he hadn’t thought much of it, why he’d need an entire album on his phone of just photos and videos of them. But it now became the main battery drain on the device with how often he flicked through the photos.

It was the sweetest torture. Reliving the happy memories, all the moments he took for granted. And knowing he was the reason there wouldn’t be anymore.

Stopping on a photo, he slides his thumb across it wistfully. It was a completely average day. Nothing magical, nothing multi-dimensional or multi-versal. They’d just gone for coffee and a walk in Central Park.

But it was a beautiful day, free of worry and responsibility. Just the feeling of her hand in his.

He’d taken the photo himself, stopped at a crosswalk he’d pulled his phone out and pulled her to his side. She wasn’t even looking at the camera, but even in the photo he could see the way her eyes sparkled as she looked at him and laughed. He’d forgone the ponytail that day and the wind had kicked up, making a flurry of hair in their faces as he tried to take the photo.

Both of them smiled and looked exceedingly happy for a simple day off and a bad hair day in the wind.

When was the last time he’d even taken the time to do something like that with her? He racked his brain for an answer, but couldn’t seem to pinpoint their last date. Even just a casual one.

Their lives had revolved around work for nearly the past year. Maybe he’d grown too comfortable? Seemingly he’d stopped trying to win her over and let himself slip into just working constantly at some point. Even their quick moments in his office had dwindled to nearly nothing before she had left.

Swiping past the picture, a video of the two of them dancing in the refrigerator light late at night starts to play. She’d filmed it on her phone, setting the device on the counter as they giggled and he spun her around the Sanctum kitchen in their pajamas. At some point she swiped the phone from the counter and pointed it up at his face as he swayed them around.

Her laugh coming from behind the camera, “I loooooove you Stephen.”

“And I looooove you Y/N,” he responds, sticking his tongue out and making a silly face at the camera.

Her laughter as the video ends makes his heart ache. It was a beautiful sound, and he realized it had been far more than three months since he last heard it.

Setting his phone down on his desk, he finally feels the tears he’d been holding back begin to drip down his face. Swiping through the pictures in the album quickly, he chokes back the sob rising in his throat. The last photo he even had of them was dated almost nine months ago. How hadn’t he noticed what was happening until it was too late?

A loud knock on his door tears him from his thoughts making Stephen turn his chair away from the entrance and attempt to wipe his tears away, “Yes? Who is it?”

The door creaks open with the sound of footsteps approaching his desk, “Message for you sir.”

“Which is?”

“Master Y/L/N wanted me to inform you that she’s handling her class today, you need not worry about it.”

Spinning back around in the chair quickly, he slams his hands down on the desk and stares the apprentice down, “Master Y/L/N? You are entirely sure of that?”

“Yes sir, she arrived fifteen minutes ago and asked me to bring you this message,” the young man’s eyes widen in surprise at the Sorcerer Supreme’s reddened eyes and tear-streaked cheeks.

“Where is she right now?” he demands, standing from his desk.

“Getting prepared for the class in the courtyard with the other masters I believe,” he responds dutifully and tilts his head. “Are you ok sir?”

Rounding his desk and nearly knocking the apprentice over, he rushes out of his office heading toward the outskirts of the courtyard training grounds. His eyes quickly scanning over the group of masters in the center, his chest tightening as he sees her.

A smile on her face as she talks with her fellow masters, spinning a practice staff in her hands.

As a bell tolls, they separate and she heads to her corner of the training grounds, her students excitedly cheering for her return.

“Settle settle,” she chuckles as they all get back to their starting positions. “It couldn’t have been that bad with me gone.”

“You’re the best combat teacher,” one apprentice shouts confidently. “And I’ve been practicing like crazy, you have to see where I’m at now!”

“I look forward to seeing where each of you are now,” she smiles and looks at each of her students. “I’m thinking we’ll pair you all up, and you can each show me what you got?”

As the students scatter into pairs, Y/N begins to circle around them, giving tips and compliments on their forms and technique.

Stephen quietly slid down the wall of the building behind him to take a seat nearby her class, his eyes glued to her as she taught. Fearing that if he looked away even for a moment she’d disappear again. Just her voice alone soothing the ache in his chest.

He needed to speak with her. But how does he even approach her? After their last conversation… they clearly were no longer together. And he’d been an absolute ass.

He was still technically her leader. He could easily approach her with duties for Kamar-Taj, but that just felt wrong. He couldn’t ignore everything that happened.

In what seems like minutes, the next bell tolls signaling the end of the hour long session. Pulling himself to his feet as the student exit the courtyard, he slowly makes his way toward her. Pausing a few feet away as he realizes two other masters had come over to speak to her, he shifts awkwardly and fiddles with his arm guards.

One of the masters glances up to see him, and leans over to say something to the master beside him. Both nod farewells to Y/N after a moment, one sending him a reassuring smile.

“Are you just going to stare at me all day?” She calls out after they’re out of earshot.

Cringing uncomfortably, he finally steps toward her, “I was starting to think you wouldn’t come back.”

“Yeah well-” she begins angrily before turning toward him. Her eyes widen and the words die on her tongue as she looks him over.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to start this with another fight,” he says softly, his hand still fidgeting with his arm guard.

Sighing heavily, she takes a few steps closer to him and scrutinizes his face, “What have you done to yourself?”

“What?”

“You look awful,” she responds with a frown.

“Apologies.”

“Don’t apologize for that!” she snaps and rubs her temples. “Did you need something?”

“Would you be willing to talk?”

“Isn’t that what we’re doing now?”

“More extensively, in my office,” he explains.

She frowns and continues to look him over before nodding, surging ahead of him as she heads for his office.

After they both slip into the room, he closes the door behind them and walks toward the front of his desk.

“I had planned on just being very professional with you,” she mutters and crosses her arms. “Sorcerer Supreme, yes sir, here’s the reports. Already broken that.”

“I’m happy for it,” he admits softly. “Anger is better than indifference.”

“Is it?”

“Means you didn’t just forget about me.”

“No, that’s your job. To forget my existence.”

Stephen flinches at her words, hanging his head sadly, “I deserved that.”

“You did. Now what did you want to say to me?”

“I’m sorry.”

“You’ve already said that. For nothing that you should actually be apologizing for.”

“For everything,” he insists quietly. “I’m sorry for everything.”

“Vague as shit, and not helping Stephen.”

“You’re number one,” he finally admits. “It took me too long to realize that. You’re the most important in my life, and I wasn’t treating you that way. You deserved so much better than I gave you.”

“Don’t,” she responds, turning away from him. “I don’t want to hear things we both know you don’t mean.”

Going around her to face her again he reaches out slowly to tilt her face up toward his own, her eyes finally meeting his, “I mean it. I know I have a lot of responsibilities and things I’m doing, but you, you’re the only thing that really means something to me. Our relationship is the one thing that I wasn’t doing because I felt I had to, the only thing that I desperately want. The only thing that keeps me going.”

“You broke my heart Stephen.”

“I… I know. I don’t have an excuse,” he sighs. “I could make up thousands, but there’s no excuse for what I’ve done. I was an idiot and I didn’t realize how much this meant to me until too late. How much you mean to me. You tried to tell me and give me a chance to fix things, and I spoke to you terribly.”

“Y-you don’t even have time for me,” she retorts and tears her chin from his grasp, turning slightly away from him.

“I’ll make time, I can delegate more. I can stop chasing everything. Just… give it one more try. Give me one last chance. Please.”

“Give me one good reason why I should give this another shot?” she asks as her head turns to search his face. “One reason I should overlook a year of being ignored and you speaking to me that way.”

Sinking to his knees in front of her, he takes her hands in his and swallows hard as he looks up, “Because I love you, I can and I will treat you far better than I did. I can’t give any better reason than that. That I love you desperately, life without you is dull and miserable. I want you, I need you in my life. ”

“How do I know I can trust what you’re saying?” She asks softly, her own eyes blinking away tears.

“You… don’t,” he admits after a moment. “You have to trust that I’ll do what I’m saying, and I’ve done nothing to make you trust that I will.”

After a few moments of silence he points toward his desk, “Look at my phone.”

“Your phone?”

“It’s on there, I left my office as soon as I got your message and forgot about it. Just look at it,” he presses, releasing her hands as she takes a step toward the desk.

Carefully picking up his phone, her face softens as she looks at the screen, “A picture of us?”

“I was going through the album you made me,” he says. “I do it every day. I want to make you that happy again, I want us to be that happy again.

“I do too,” she admits slowly, her thumb swiping through the pictures in the album as a small smile graces her lips. “We did look very happy.”

“We were that happy.”

Setting his phone back down, she turns around and steps toward him, cupping his jaw in her hands as she looks down at him, “Why aren’t you taking care of yourself?”

He shrugs gently as he nuzzles into her palm, grateful for her touch, “I haven’t cared to. Duties and looking for you have taken all my time. I can’t sleep in that bed without you unless I’m on the verge of passing out. I haven’t felt hungry, only been really eating when Wong forces food at me I suppose.”

Her thumbs stroke gently over his cheeks before releasing him and gesturing toward his desk, “Go sit in your chair.”

Nodding at her stiffly, he climbs to his feet and crosses the room, sitting back in his chair as she circles around him.

She bends down to slide open his bottom drawer and pulls out a brush then slips his hair tie from his hair. Running the brush through his hair, she stops a few times to carefully untangle a knot with her fingers

“We need to get you a new conditioner, and get you eating a normal diet again,” she comments as she starts to massage his scalp gently. “It’s a crime against humanity what you’ve done to your hair, really.”

“We?” he asks hopefully.

“Picked up on that part huh?” she chuckles and drops her fingers from his hair to lean his chair backwards until he’s looking up at her. “I might be willing to give us a chance again… on certain conditions.”

“Which are?” he asks as he looks up at her.

“If you talk to me like that again, I’m done. If you don’t actually listen to me telling you how I’m feeling and just dismiss me, I’m done. If within a year, I don’t see you actually making the effort to disperse things, delegate tasks to the other masters and Defenders, take care of yourself, and take care of our relationship, I’m done. And I don’t mean just for a few months. From now on. I don’t mean you have to drop all your work for me, I understand you’re busy. But you have to stop doing everything yourself. If you don’t think you can do those things then I don’t even want to start again.”

“I can do that, I will do that,” he responds firmly, nodding up at her as she leans in closer to him.

“And I’ll tell you things bothering me sooner, admittedly I waited until I was at a breaking point.”

“So am I yours again?” he asks quietly as she smirks down at him, her hands cupping his cheeks.

“You tell me Stephen, are you mine?” She presses several soft kisses along his jaw as he groans in response.

“Completely and totally,” he sighs as his eyes drift shut and she presses kisses to both his eyelids. “Kiss me, please.”

“What am I doing now then?” She teases, pressing a kiss to the edge of his mouth.

Her fingers thread back through his hair, giving it a rough tug and pulling a groan from his lips in response and causing him to shift in his seat.

“Someone’s desperate,” she adds as she strokes her thumb along his bottom lip.

“You’ve been gone for months,” he whines, sticking his tongue out to run across her fingertip.

Tilting him back further, she grips his chin tightly and hungrily presses her lips to his. Her lips move against his roughly as his hands reach up to hold her own head in his hands, desperate to feel her further in some way.

Her fingers gently tug at his hair again, a small gasp parting his lips enough for her to flick her tongue against his own and swallow the groan that follows.

Pulling back for air, Y/N chuckles at the whimper leaving Stephen as their lips part, “I guess you did miss me.”

“More than you could ever imagine,” he admits as his tongue lazily runs across his lips, sending a chill up her spine.

“As much as I’d enjoy taking you apart here in your office, I believe we both have some work to take care of first,” she says as she slips from his grasp and deftly smoothes his hair back into a ponytail and wraps his hair band back around it.

“I thought we were taking more time for us, less time on work,” he grumbles unhappily, reaching out to grab her wrist.

“Oh I thoroughly expect that, but we both each have a class left to teach, I’d imagine you have some kind of meeting, and I need to inform everyone that I’m back,” she answers as she reaches for his other wrist and pulls him up from his chair.

Slipping in closer to her, he immediately wraps his arms around her waist and presses his hips into hers as her eyes darken a touch, “You want to leave me like this all day?”

Reaching her hand up to pat his cheek, she smirks at him, “Consider it as motivation to finish on time tonight.”

Grunting in response, he presses his forehead to hers, “You’ll be at the Sanctum tonight?”

“I was planning on going back to our bed if that’s alright with you?”

“Not only is it entirely alright, I insist,” he says and presses a kiss to her nose. “But fair warning, once we’re in the Sanctum tonight, I don’t intend on letting you go until tomorrow.”

“Who said I intended on going anywhere? Sounds like exactly where I want to be Strange.”

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ironstrange1991 · 17 days

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You're My Comfort

Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: The reader has a bad day at work and Stephen comes to take care of her.

Word Cont: 2,1k

Warnings: None, just fluff.

A/N: I am still struggling with authors block, but I'm happy for finishing this little something. It's not much, but I was in need of a comfort fic. Hope your guys like it and have a good read.

You arrived from work without even realizing how you managed to drive home. Stephen was busy talking to some Avengers in the living room and you just walked past them up the stairs and straight to your shared room.

You were too tired to even get undressed even though you knew you would feel better after a shower, but still all you could do was kick off your shoes and fall face down on the bed letting a wave of silent crying take over you.

You were tired of your job, tired of the way your boss seemed to suck out your soul along with all your energy, but at the same time you felt bad for feeling that way. After all, you should be grateful to have a job in the first place, or at least you should be grateful that your job doesn't put you in danger or be as physically draining as Stephen's. You lost count of how many times he came home injured and yet he never complained. You on the other hand, seemed like a crying little girl and thinking that way only made you feel even worse and it was a vicious cycle that you couldn't get out of. Feeling bad about feeling bad and so on.

You were still face down, tears silently streaming down your face, when you heard the soft creak of the door opening and closing and the muffled sound of boots on the floor announcing the approaching footsteps. You immediately turned your face away because you didn't want Stephen to notice you were crying and then you felt the mattress dipping.

He touched your arm gently.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" His baritone voice held a note of concern.

You didn't answer, you just shrugged your shoulders like you did when you were a child and your mother asked why you were crying. Many times you didn't even know why you were crying, but you cried anyway and that was exactly how you felt today.

You felt his hand on your head stroking your hair gently and before he could say anything, you crawled closer to him and laid your head on his lap wrapping your arms around his waist. He seemed to like it because his body shook with what you thought was a small laugh. Contrary to what your irrational side told you, Stephen didn't care about your anxiety crisis or those moments where you couldn't say exactly what was happening. He was already used to dealing with your fluctuating moods.

"Can you at least tell me you're okay, so I don't worry?" He asked and you nodded.

"You're okay then. Nothing bad happened?" He insisted and you nodded again.

"Good." He continued stroking your hair in silence.

"I know I've been working a lot these last few days, but if that's what's making you upset..."

"It's not that." You replied with a choked voice. Of course he would find a way to blame himself. When Stephen learned to be less selfish and egocentric, he simply turned completely the other way and became extremely altruistic, which you didn't like, much less approve of.

"Then talk to me, sweetheart. I don't like seeing you like this." His hand had now gone down to the middle of your back, playing with the strands of your hair.

"I'm just tired, I guess."

He sighed "You think so? Y/n you've been working non-stop for the last few weeks."

"There was nothing else to do. You weren't here most of the time and the company needed me."

You can almost see Stephen's eyes rolling back in his head. "They like to take advantage of you, that's what. You're too good for them."

You did not answer. You knew he was right, but you didn't want to give in. He returned his hands to your head and began to caress your scalp with his fingertips lightly and you let out an involuntary groan.

"Feels good, uh?" You could hear the smirk in his voice. Always so proud that he managed to turn you into a puddle of goo whenever he touched you.

"I'm exhausted. I need to sleep. I barely slept at all last night." You confessed to what he vehemently rebuked.

"You know I don't like seeing you in this state. You need to take better care of yourself."

You shook your head. "Right now I don't think I can take care of myself at all. I'm too tired."

He chuckled, surrendering to your charm and drama.

"Do you want me to run a bath for you or would you prefer the shower?"

He asked, already running his fingers through your hair to get it out of your face. He did his best to tie them into a bun.

"You will stay with me?"

"If you want. But you know where this is going to take us, don't you?"

You denied "No funny business tonight. I'm too tired."

He hummed "As you wish, love. Come."

He patted your shoulder for you to allow him to stand up and extended his arms to help you up.

"Too tired to walk." You grumbled and he let out a small laugh.

"Come on. I'll carry you, little girl."

You found somewhere within you the strength to smile and tease him, "Yes, daddy."

He scoffed, but picked you up bride style and took you to the bathroom. He sat you on the toilet and ordered "Raise your arms. Let's take these clothes off."

You obeyed and let yourself be undressed by him slowly. It was different. Although he was used to ripping off your clothes and fucking you senseless, in that moment he was actually being gentle and there was nothing in his eyes but affection.

"Get up so we can take off that skirt." He asked and you did as he ordered. He took off your panties too, leaving you completely naked for him. A light shade of red tinting your cheeks.

"Bathtub or shower?" He asked to be sure and added it right after. "There's no way I'm leaving your side."

You nodded "Bathtub. With lavender and bubbles. Lots of bubbles."

He nodded, but instead of doing the whole process like a normal person, he moved his fingers and the bathtub filled with hot water. With a smirk he snapped his fingers and the water turned lilac and your nostrils were invaded by the delicious smell of lavender as you watched the water fill with foam. "As you wish, madam. Come."

He gave you his hand and helped you get into the tub, and you moaned contentedly with the feeling of the hot water surrounding your body.

He quickly undressed in front of you and that was a sight you would never get used to. Your eyes devoured every inch of his body before he entered the bathtub and sat right behind you.

He moaned softly as well letting the hot water relax him completely.

"Christ, I needed this." He confessed and you leaned your back against his chest feeling yourself being hugged by his strong arms and you leaned your head back letting your eyes close for a minute.

"What a shitty day I had" You blurted out, earning a small laugh from Stephen.

"It is not funny"

He buried his face in your hair, "I know. Want to tell me about it?"

You sighed, "Nothing out of the ordinary happened. I think I'm just tired of that environment, those people. Of doing the work of two or three and not getting any recognition for it. I'm tired of leaving that place feeling empty as if I had left my soul there."

Stephen listened in silence. He was good at that, at listening silently and letting you vent. It was one of his many qualities.

"And I feel bad for feeling this way. It feels like I'm being ungrateful. I know I should be grateful for being in a job in the first place, but I can't feel grateful right now and on top of that I feel silly complaining about my silly problems when you have to deal with so much..."

"Hey, don't do that!" Stephen scolded you. "Don't belittle your problems by comparing them to the things I do. It's not fair. Your feelings are valid, sweetheart and there's nothing wrong with feeling the way you're feeling right now. We just need to think of a way to make it better because I've noticed that this days when your come home like this have become more constant. You're always too tired and sad and I don't like seeing you like that."

You sighed feeling his lips on your neck and your skin prickling.

"I think I just need to stop thinking for a few minutes. My mind is my worst enemy, you know. The more I think the worse I feel."

Stephen hummed and continued placing kisses on your neck "I can help with that." His hands went down to your breasts, caressing them lightly.

"I said no funny business." You scolded him and he giggled softly and you felt him conjure up a soft sponge still under the water and started rubbing your back and neck with it. You can't stop a little moan from escaping your lips.

"I don't deserve you, Steph." You confessed to what he hummed, using the sponge to rub your arms, your belly, your thighs, every place he could reach.

"I usually think the same thing when you take care of me."

"Guess we don't deserve each other then." You teased.

"Or we were made for each other. I like this option better."

"Because you're a romantic. You want to be tough, but deep down you're soft, Stephen."

He let out an incredulous laugh "I've been called many things, but romantic is the first time."

You smiled, keeping your eyes closed and reveling in the touch of his hands when he puts down the sponge and started massaging your shoulders gently. His hand was shaking, but you even liked that feeling.

"You're different with me." You insisted. "I watch you with everyone else and you're different when you're with me, sweeter and more affectionate."

He hummed petulantly. "You didn't expect me to treat Stark and Wong the way I treat my girlfriend, right?"

"It's not that. I just think you allow yourself to be your most natural self when you're with me and I like that."

"I like it too." He agreed kissing the back of your neck.

The two of you were silent for a few minutes, his hands continued massaging your shoulders lightly and although he couldn't put too much pressure on the act, it was enough to relax you. The sound of cars passing on the street occasionally broke the silence of the Sanctum, as well as the sound of the water that was slowly cooling and his calm and steady breathing.

Eventually your eyes started to get heavy and Stephen must have felt the way you let the weight of your body rest on his because he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed the top of your head.

"Are you feeling better?" He asked genuinely worried.

You hummed positively and he sighed looking relieved.

"Good. Now I think we can finish here and go straight to bed, what do you think?"

You didn't have time to respond because your stomach growled embarrassingly loud to which Stephen let out a small laugh.

"Food first, then. Come." He asked and the two of you got out of the tub.

When you finished getting dressed, Stephen in just pajama pants and you in a nightgown, you ran to get under the covers and get comfortable.

"I'll get you something to eat. How about a sandwich?"

You nodded and then asked "What did you have for dinner?"

He shook his head "To be honest, I didn’t even remember to eat. It was a pretty busy afternoon."

You scolded him with a look, "Then I guess you can bring sandwiches for both of us."

Stephen nodded.

He came back a few minutes later with a plate with some sandwiches cut in halves, which you quickly devoured. When you both finished, neither of you was willing to get up, so Stephen just placed the plate on the bedside table and adjusted himself on the pillows, letting you lay on his chest.

"I know I've said this before, but you're so good to me, Steph."

He sighed, stroking your arm gently.

"I love you." You said, closing your eyes and feeling the tiredness of the day overwhelm you.

Stephen placed a kiss on the top of her head. "Taking care of you is what I love doing most, sweetheart. I love you. You have no idea how much."

You hummed softly "Yes I do because I love you just the same."

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