#stephen strange blurb

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Stephen Strange x Avenger!Wife!Reader

summary: It’s YN’s and Stephen’s wedding day. That’s it.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: nothing, just tooth rotting fluff, but some suggestive bits if you squint, some bickering between Tony and Stephen

author’s note: That’s just a “little” drabble because I need to get back into writing Stephen <3 Totally self-indulging here because I want that Stephen to be my husband bye

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The buzzing sound of almost 150 guests echoed through the lavishly decorated venue while waiters and waitresses glided through the crowd to fulfill every guest’s wish and desire for the booze and appetizers Tony had personally handpicked. The memory alone of the Stark, sitting at the kitchen counter with an assortment of every possible canapé one could imagine, made her eyes roll, but a smile tucked at her lips.

He may not be her biological brother, but he damn sure behaved like one ever since she sat foot into the former Stark Tower, following a busy Fury and Hill, and didn’t know what to expect.

Now, at this very moment, it felt like another life. Now, she was one of the most powerful beings – and married.

Looking down on the hand that held the glass full of the (probably immensely expensive) white wine she had secured at the bar, the two silver bands twinkled up to her – one with more shiny stones she had ever imagined to have, and the other more simple but just as beautiful as her engagement ring. Older guests had suggested to take off the first promise to fully (and proudly) display the second promise given today, but one needed to kill her in order to get that ring off her finger.

Softly shaking her head, YN leaned against a pillar, took a sip of the cooled wine, and closed her eyes for just a second. She only needed a minute to destress and savor some sanity before heading back into the loud environment of which she was the centerpiece. Somehow the invitation list had gotten longer and longer and up to a number she never imagined hosting a wedding for. It was strange how life could change, but YN never wanted it a different way.

Long strides crept closer and closer, but she almost didn’t catch them, too deep in thought and enamored by the view in front of her. They had been lucky with the weather all day long, and now, the most beautiful of sunsets graced her eyes. A sigh escaped her softly colored lips, full of contentment and happiness.

“Mrs. Strange,” a voice in her back startled YN a bit. Still, she turned her body slightly and looked over her shoulder to spot the most handsome man she had ever laid eyes on. A smile full of contentment, but mild wonder, etched itself on her lips. “That’s me,” YN grinned, still not over the fact that she indeed married this dream of a man.

Stephen smiled down at her after he took the last two steps to stand directly in front of her – his wife – and cupped one of her cheeks to press a soft kiss on her lips.

“Yes, that’s you,” the sorcerer whispered and kissed her another time while he wrapped his arm around her waist and held her close. YN had her eyes closed, savoring the feeling and the calm moment between them. It was the first since the photo session had ended, and the guests had demanded their full attention and availability. She had obliged because, after all, most of them were considered family in her eyes. But now, after almost four hours of mingling, small talks, and barely any time for the newlyweds to themselves, she had enough.

Another sigh escaped her lips as YN gently rested her forehead against his chest, and she promised herself to only stay there for a few seconds. But as always, she couldn’t move after Stephen had bent down his head to press a soft kiss on top of her hair. His big hand stretched itself over her almost bare back (the dress may seem a bit over the top with the low cut back, covering the exposed skin only by a thin layer of lace, but it had spoken to her in that damn dress showroom) and started a pattern of soothing brushes and strokes. She could feel the slight shakiness in it, but she knew him better than herself, and that’s why she was certain that it was worse than usual. She raised her head again and furrowed her eyebrows, wrinkled her forehead, and studied his handsome face.

Stephen knew that look in her eyes all too well, and she didn’t need to ask the question laying on her tongue – but she did nonetheless. “Is everything alright?” Forgotten was the glass of wine that had found its new home on the small table just around the pillar (which was actually a plant stand, but it didn’t matter), and YN grasped his arm to pull the moving hand from her back. She enveloped it with both her hands – one was too small and not enough – and with her thumb, gently rubbed over the scars on his knuckles and long, elegant fingers. The sorcerer nodded, almost invisible to unknowing eyes. “Long day,” he said, and YN cooed lowly before pressing a kiss on the back of his hand and removing the lipstick stain with a soft laugh.

“We could just… run and flee. Start the honeymoon earlier. It’s our party, after all,” the bride suggested with a mischievous gleam in her eyes, and Stephen shook his head, a chuckle rumbling in his chest. Instead of taking her hand and doing just that, the man put his arm back around his wife’s waist and looked her up and down. “And being robbed of the opportunity to show my gorgeous wife off? Please.” He bent down and whispered, “I need to imprint the fact that you’re off the market and mine into every single brain of all those foolish boys.”

He straightened himself again and smirked his signature smug grin at the sight of her lovely blushed cheeks. YN hit him against his chest with an open hand and scoffed. “As if they didn’t know that already.” She rolled her eyes at his antics, but Stephen only grinned. But then, she grasped his black tie to pull him closer to her. Their bodies were pressed firmly against each other, which was another promise for the upcoming night, but one of the more suggestive kind. Stephen caught himself with a hand propped upon the cool stone of the pillar in her back, right next to her face, and her other hand was placed at the nape of his neck, fingers softly carding through the short hair there.

Now it was her lips that softly touched his ear. “Everyone in there knows that I was always yours, without a pause or doubt. Ever since meeting you, it had always been you, and only you. I wouldn’t have needed a big wedding or a ring at all to prove to the world that I belong to Stephen Strange and him alone, but I did it because I loved the prospect of wearing your rings and showing you off.”

YN’s lips brushed from his ear over his jaw until they reached the corner of his mouth. The breath had caught itself in his throat, and with a low growl, Stephen pulled her even closer – if that was even possible. “You’re making an unholy man out of me, wife,” he rasped, but YN laughed at that with a twinkle in her eyes. “You were never a holy man, Stephen, don’t try to fool lil ol’ me.” She kissed the corner of his mouth another time before rubbing the lipstick off it. “But keep your dirty thoughts to yourself for just an hour longer because I see the rest of the not-so-secret secret boy band coming right up to us.”

At the sound of Stark’s voice, the sorcerer had to roll his eyes in annoyance. Was it too much to ask to get his wife to himself? But he straightened his posture nonetheless.

“The wedding was a complete success. No running on his part, but I’m not sure which outcome I would have liked better.” Stephen rolled his eyes – Tony never was a fan of their relationship, not to mention the engagement – and Steve cleared his throat and smiled at the pair. “Again, congratulations. Don’t mind him or his words.” Thor wasn’t far behind with his reply. “I caught him crying during the ceremony, Lady YN.” Scott nodded in approval. “Even heard him saying something nice about Harry Potter.” Now it was YN to roll her eyes and shake her head. “You lot are insufferable,” she grinned before trying to push Stephen to say something, but that man was stubborn as a brick wall.

Instead of saying something, he surprised everyone around him – plus herself – by scooping his wife into his arms and carrying her from the balcony. “Party is over, Stark,” he spoke over his shoulder while YN started to giggle and chuckle. “We’re having a private party.” At his mumbled words into her ear, the woman grinned brightly, and a laugh escaped her at the sight of an opening portal that showed her most favorite spot in all of New York City.

“I finally can dance with my deadly handsome husband in peace and without any of those pestering stares of all those drooling women.”

Now it was Stephen who grinned and put her down on the soft grassy ground of The Battery, the portal closing behind him with a soft swoosh. The couple ignored the surprised stares of the few people that mingled in the park to get a good look at Miss Liberty.

“I never looked at them. Didn’t even know that they were there.” YN smiled up to him while he pulled her close, both hands around her waist, her hands back in his neck. “I know,” she whispered with a confidence unknown to her before Stephen came into the picture.

With him, she knew that this was a forever kind of thing.

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[classickook]

coffee for two | stephen strange

pariring: surgeon!stephen strange x fem!reader

summary: doctor stephen strange takes a sudden interest in the new barista on the first floor of the hospital.

warnings: none just fluff!

word count: 0.9k

a/n: this idea has been floating around in my head all day so here it is! my little contribution to neurosurgeon strange content <3

doctor stephen strange had never been a major coffee connoisseur nor had he ever made it a part of his daily routine to stop at a coffee shop every morning for an overpriced cup of simple coffee that he could easily get from the break room, let alone something as sugary sweet and full of milk that he’s seen the nurses upstairs carrying in trays and passing out to the others. but once he caught a glimpse of the new barista behind the counter, he thought he would give the overpriced coffee a try just to get a closer look at the pretty little thing with the brilliant smile and bright eyes.

as he approached the counter, you quickly perked up and offered a kind smile as if you haven’t caught wind of his less than pleasant personality and arrogant air about him that the other employees continuously gossiped about.

“good morning!” you greeted brightly. “what can i get for you today?”

he couldn’t help but return your smile, too lovely and contagious to be ignored. “what do you recommend?”

“well, that all depends on whether you lean more towards sweet or bitter, but personally, i usually go for the brown sugar shaken espresso.”

“great, i’ll get one of those and an iced americano.”

“excellent choice,” you said with a nod. “i’ll get that started for you. what’s the name for your order?”

“it’s strange.”

you had a bewildered look upon your face as you pondered his statement. “surely it’s not that strange of a name. i’ve heard just about everything.”

he choked back a laugh at the misunderstanding, having heard it more times than he could count. “no, sweetheart,” he said gently. “my name is strange. doctor strange.”

your eyes widened. “oh, my mistake! sorry about that,” you said, gaze lowering to the two cups in your hand as you wrote out his name, embarrassment written all over your features.

“it’s all right. happens all the time,” he said, handing you his black amex card and watching as you swiped it through the machine and typed away on the screen before passing it back to him, your fingers lightly brushing against his and sending a jolt of warmth through him that felt like he had been dipped in sunlight.

he returned the card to his wallet and accepted the iced americano from you, leaving the other drink on the counter. “have a nice day,” he said pleasantly and then glanced down at your name tag, “y/n,” he added, loving how the syllables tasted on his tongue, before making his way back to the stairwell that led to the clinical floor.

“wait,” you called out. “you forgot your other drink.”

he turned back to you, walking backwards while keeping his eyes on you. “that one’s for you, sweetheart,” and shot you a wink, feeling a wave of pleasure snake through him at seeing the way your face lit up in pure surprise and elation at his unexpected gift.

and so the routine continued, every day for two weeks, he stopped by the little coffee shop to place his usual order: an iced americano for him and a brown sugar shaken espresso for you.

in that amount of time, he had learned that you had the sweetest disposition and a killer sense of humor, easily keeping up with him and his wry jokes. he also learned that you were still in college, barely making ends meet as you were in the final stretch of earning your master’s degree, working early shifts during the day that nobody else wanted and taking classes at night.

“what time do you get off?” he asked you one morning.

you seemed unfazed by the sudden inquiry, undoubtedly used to his daily questions by now. “five o’clock.”

“perfect. i’ll be done with my rounds by then. why don’t i take you to dinner?”

“oh,” was all you said.

he chuckled. “is that all right? or would you rather get a coffee? preferably one that you didn’t have to make,” he added.

a crease formed between your brows, your face twisted in confusion. “really? are you sure?”

“why wouldn’t i be?”

“you just… don’t seem like the type who would go for underpaid, average-looking baristas slash college students.”

“who said you were average-looking?”

you bit your lip. “well, nobody. but… i’m not really dressed for dinner,” you said, looking down disapprovingly at your uniform.

his lips quirked up on one side. “neither am i, sweetheart,” he replied, referring to his dark blue scrubs, “but we’ll make it work. can i pick you up here once your shift is over?”

you nodded and offered him a shy smile, something he was becoming comfortably familiar with, loving how you quickly looked away before peeking up at him beneath your lashes.

god, he was already so smitten with you. how did that happen? the effect you had on him was unlike any other, so sweet and so endearing, it felt like sugary syrup had replaced the blood that ran through his veins.

“okay, doctor strange.”

“stephen is fine,” he corrected. “you can call me stephen. i’ll be back at five o’clock, okay?”

“okay,” you replied softly, “stephen.”

he loved the way his name sounded on your lips, craving to hear it again and again.

“enjoy your coffee,” he said in parting, tilting his head toward the coffee he bought for you before climbing up the steps to get to his rounds, hoping the day would slip by quickly so he could see you again.

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[bxsotted]

Late Night Confessions [Stephen Strange x F!Reader]

pairing : Stephen Strange x F!reader

synopsis : Stephen ponders about his life as he lays next to reader at night, three words stuck in the back of his throat.

words : 580

themes : angst w fluff

warnings : none

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A/N : Second drabble!! I hope you guys enjoy it - I'm thinking of posting next one of the pieces that I'm most proud of, though that's for a different character that Benedict plays (Patrick Melrose). I've been hyperfixating on this man for months now and I haven't been able to find lots of pieces for him, so I'm gonna take it into my own hands and write a ton of pieces for him.

The moonlight shone through the window as the wind moved the curtains softly, carrying the whispers of the night through the dark bedroom. Entangled in the sheets they laid next to each other. He watched as her chest moved up and down calmly, her breathing lull and quiet. It washed him with an overwhelming sense of peace; one that he thought he’d never feel again. 

His life had been chaos, and a lonely one at that. He never really knew how to connect with others after the death of his sister and when he did, he fell into his self sabotaging habits. He pushed everyone away. Even the most patient of people would find their limits when it came to him. He was stubborn, selfish and rude; not to mention egocentric. But thanks to a twist of fate, he was forced to change. 

That was something he never thought in a million years he’d do - be grateful for the accident.

At the moment it had been agonizing, crippling. The desperation took control of his life and he did what he did best - he pushed. Stephen thought he had been pushing towards the right direction. He failed to realize that as he was doing so he had also begun to shove. He drove those who cared for him away. 

Spiraling down into his own hysteria, blinded by the anguish that enslaved him, he spat those bitter words to the one who swore to be by his side. 

Christine deserved better and she knew that. 

He knew that. 

So he shoved her away.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Everything happened so fast but he was quick to adapt. He had made peace with the thought of being alone for the rest of his life. It was better that way. He had always considered himself to be married to his job anyway. But then she came in. Unannounced and unashamed she walked into the Sanctum and into Stephen’s world claiming she had heard a voice calling her.

He was pretty sure he had to thank The Ancient One for that.

And so here they were, years later, besides each other, their bodies melting into one another. His eyes drinking in every part of her and the way the moon seemed to adore her as much as he did. Softly he grabbed her hand, brought it up to his lips and planted a tender kiss on the back of her palm. 

“I love you.”

It would be an understatement to say that he was terrified of how easy it was to love her. His heart and soul turned prisoners of the feelings that had so easily flourished for the woman that was laying beside him.

The words that had been dancing around in his mind finally came out. They seemed light, barely a whisper, but the weight that they carried could drown a thousand men.

[Y/N] smiled softly and opened her eyes slowly. Half-lidded and heavy with dreams, she sighed as she looked at Stephen’s stunned expression. She wrapped her manicured fingers around Stephen’s scarred hand, giving it a soft squeeze for reassurance. She mimicked his action and brought his hand to her lips, giving it a loving kiss.

“I love you too.”

Simple words that bear a great story. It was at this moment that he realized that she’d always be there. She’d never leave. He had finally met someone who would push right back whenever he tried to shove.

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[erule]

Hello! I'd like to request an Angst Stephen Strange with prompt 9 in a friends to lovers trope. Thank you and I hope you have a great day!!!

Stop saving my life | s.s.

Pairing: Stephen Strange x reader

Summary: You’ve been in love with Stephen for quite a while, but he’s always been unavailable. One day, you follow him into a suicide mission and you get to know that he’s not dating Christine as you thought.

Warnings: angst, friends to lovers trope, superheroes fight, presence of other characters such as Sam and Christine, language, fluff

Word count: 1K

A/N: hi! Thanks for the request, hope you like it!! Also a big THANK YOU to each and every one of you, because you follow me and you like my stories. Feedback is always appreciated by a writer! Hope y’all like it. Enjoy! X

Prompt: “Stop doing that or I’m gonna kiss you right now” (you’ll find it in the story marked in bold).

[This story participates to my 2.2K followers celebration party].

“You’re gonna get killed, Y/N. I’m serious,” Stephen says, while you’re wearing your jacket.

“I’m your partner, Stephen. If you think that you’re gonna go to a suicide mission without me, you’re wrong,” you affirm, then you go out from your room in the compound. 

He follows you and you can hear his footsteps behind you, worried and angry at the same time because of your decision. The two of you have always been partners in missions, that’s how you became friends. After years of getting closer and closer, you’ve also fallen in love with him, but you’ve accepted a long time ago that he doesn’t feel the same. He didn’t tell you, you just guessed it, since he preferred to hang out with Christine rather than you. It wasn’t easy, but in the end you had to face the truth. That’s why you can’t leave him alone right one: there’s no one in the world that you care about more than Stephen Strange. If only he could let you do it, of course.

“I swear, I’m gonna tie you up to your bed, if you try to follow me,” he says and you laugh.

“Do you flirt with Christine in the same way? Now I understand why she’s dating somebody as funny as you,” you say, sarcastically.

“What? We’re not dating”. 

His last words make you stop abruptly. You’ve spent the last two months thinking that he was in love with her and now he’s saying that they’re just friends. Why didn’t you know it?

“Stephen…”

“Guys, come on! The bad guys are not waiting for us!” Sam yells from the end of the hallway.

The two of you use a Portal to enter into the warehouse in which the criminals you’re supposed to arrest are. They can be handled by Stephen easily, apparently there are no aliens among them, as your mole told you. Maybe, deep down, the truth is you wanted to spend some more time with him, not just protect him. 

You’re about to call Sam to tell him that you and Stephen can win this battle without his help and without the Avengers, but that’s when you see one of them make a scratch along Stephen’s cheek that you know it: the mole has betrayed you. Each one of the criminals, each one of them who fell to the ground, is now standing in circle around you and Stephen and the worst part is that they have powers. 

Terror runs through your veins. You frantically search for the phone in your pockets, because apparently your headset dropped somewhere during the fight, but you can't find it. Stephen yells at you, but in the confusion of battle you don't hear him, so when one of the criminals throws you to the ground he takes you by surprise. You take it off with a well-aimed kick, then run to Stephen, who is struggling to hold off three at once. Fortunately, you notice in time that a quarter is about to hit him from behind, so you throw yourself on him and fall together to the ground.

Out of breath, you look up at the ceiling and hear a very loud noise. The other Avengers are probably on their way, but a voice in your head wonders if they'll make it in time.

A second later, the criminal from earlier charges back and throws you across the room. You hear Stephen scream your name out loud as he finally gets rid of the others. You can't even get up. Now you regret never confessing your feelings to Stephen. Just to let him know. Just to watch him squint, move his head to the side and curl his lips in a wry smile. You have revisited this scene so many times in your head, that if it happened right now in front of your eyes, you would remember one of those you imagined. You were foolish to be afraid of his reaction, because now a regret hurts you more now than telling a man how much you love him.

Then you hear it, loud and clear: the Avengers are finally here. While they’re fighting the others, Stephen is by your side, helping you to get up. He looks worried, but not for himself: for you.

“I told you not to come! You should have left me alone!

“What? You barely won against three of them, I was needed here!” You yell too, angrily, while he’s holding your hands.

“You should really stop doing that”.

“Doing what?”

“Saving my life!” He shouts. “Stop doing that or I’m gonna kiss you right now!”

“Then fucking do it!”

And he does. It’s rough and your cheeks are on fire, but it’s the best kiss you could ever get from him, because it’s real. He’s holding onto you for dear life, his grip on your back is firm and you can feel that he was scared of losing you. It seems like a punishment or a thing that you can do now because the both of you are still alive to do so, but whatever was his intention, you’re glad he did it.

When you look at him, out of breath, it’s like the time has frozen around you. You caress the scratch on his cheek, gently and he gives you a little smile.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. You saved me and I wasn’t thankful, but I was concerned that you could have gotten hurt. I couldn’t have forgiven myself,” he says.

“But I don’t understand… I thought that you liked Christine!”

He chuckles.

“Everytime I hung out with her, I talked about you,” he confesses and your heart melts at it.

“I love you, Stephen. And I was stupid for not telling you that,” you reply, feeling your eyes burning. You don’t want to cry in front of him, but he had to know that.

So his smile widens, he caresses your hips and tells you: “I love you, too”.

And you think that it’s the best thing you could ever tell you.

“Guys, can we please continue this conversation later?” Sam says, while fighting two of the criminals. You and Stephen laugh.

“Are you ready?” He asks you.

You give him a grin: “I was born ready!”  

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[imkylotrash]

Hello there, I was wondering if you could write a Strange x reader one where the reader doesn't know that Stephen is Sorcerer Supreme, that he is a Sorcerer at all and they are about to go on their first date and Strange gets a bit anxious, not only because he's worried that some magic threats might appear but because of some normal dating stuff as well and Wong, being a good friend tries to calm him, give some advice. It didn't help much so he decides to go after Strange and make sure that no magic related things disturb his friend's date. He's got good intentions but reader sees him and is a bit worried that some guy follows them. It's fluffy and funny 🥰

The doorbell announces Stephen's arrival. You take a quick look in the mirror before grabbing your bag and opening the door.

"Hi," you breathe, not at all discreet about the way you look him up and down. He looks even better than you remember, and you catch yourself once again feeling thankful that you had had the nerves to go up to him that fateful Tuesday at the coffee cart.

"You look breathtaking." From anyone else, the compliment would've made you blush and turn into a giggling mess, but the way he's looking at you makes you feel completely calm. A warm feeling spreads through your body as you take his hand and walk outside.

New York City is busy on a Friday night, but you still feel like you're the only two people on the street. The conversation is easy, and the topics you discuss are endless as you make your way to the restaurant. But something in the corner of your eye distracts you. A short man across the street sets off your alarms, but you're not entirely sure why until a streetlight illuminates his face, and you realize you passed him on the way out of your building. He's been following you ever since. This is just not happening tonight. You keep quiet about it at first, convinced he'll give up once he sees you enter the restaurant. But when you see him standing outside as you leave, you start to worry.

"Stephen?" you mutter, interrupting his sentence.

"Yes?"

"I don't want you to look, but there's a man across the street that's been following us ever since we left my apartment." He stiffens next to you but otherwise, he pretends not to know or care. If you weren't worried about the situation, you'd probably be impressed that a civilian could suppress the instinct to turn around and look.

"I should get you home," he says, attempting to speed up your pace, but you refuse to be scared because of some creep following the two of you.

"I need you to trust me. I know we've only met, but when I say so, you step into that alley coming up." He looks very confused, so you flash him the content of your bag. His eyes widen, but there's no time to reply as you shove him into the alley, pull the gun out of your purse and turn around.

"You want to tell me why you're following us?" The streets are almost empty, but you still keep your arm down so the gun is not as noticeable.

"Shit," he says. Stephen steps out onto the street again, adding to the confusion when he says: "Wong?"

"You know him?" you ask, your heart racing.

"Yes, I know him. He's my... colleague." Stephen shares a look with the man before looking at me.

"Why is your colleague following us?" You're quite aware that 'colleague' is a cover.

"Why do you carry a gun in your handbag?" All good questions and neither of you seem willing to be the first one to give answers.

"I work in security," you simply say, putting the safety back on the gun before putting it away. You feel stupid for thinking that for even one night, you could be a normal person. Now the night seems just as weird as your profession. Stephen gives you a look to imply that he definitely knows you don't work in security.

"Fine. Fine," you say, grabbing your badge and holding it out for him to expect.

"You work for SHIELD?" he asks in utter disbelief. The man, Wong, comes over to inspect the badge as well before scolding Stephen.

"You didn't think to ask them about their profession? I spent hours trying to calm you down for your date with a SHIELD agent that's probably doing this for research?"

"Hold on, hold on. Why would I go out with Stephen for research?" For the first time, you realize that you haven't even bothered to ask him for his last name. And you also realize that there is a file somewhere in the archive mentioning a Stephen.

"No," you say, all color draining from your face, "you're Stephen Strange?"

"I had no idea, I swear. I saw a photo of you from years ago that hardly does you justice now. I didn't know." You're looking from Stephen to Wong, suddenly questioning everything about your meeting. Did SHIELD mean for you to meet him that day? No. You liked him, sorcerer or not. SHIELD had nothing to do with that. Suddenly, you're overcome by the need to laugh. Very slowly, the two men in front of you start laughing too.

"Let's get some coffee, we've clearly got some things to be sorted," you say when you finally stop laughing. You can't believe this is how your night turned out. They both agree and as you head to a coffee cart, Stephen reaches out and intertwines his fingers with yours. You gently squeeze his hand, holding onto it for the rest of the evening. Maybe SHIELD intended for you to meet or maybe they didn't, and you may never know the answer. But you do know one thing.

You're happy you ran into Stephen regardless.

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[bakerstreethound]

Hooraaaaaaay, Valentines Day prompts!

How about Stephen Strange and 7) slow dancing in the living room? Pretty please and thank you! 😘😘😘

Happy Valentine's day! I am happy to write Stephen for you. I hope you like this one because I tweaked the location a little and went where my imagination took me. It is also pretty short but I hope it's alright. Hope you had a great day!

Swirling Constellations

Summary: Stephen Strange puts together a pleasant surprise for you on Valentine's Day for he wants to show you how much you mean to him. You're all too happy to follow along with his plans.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound​ (Do NOT claim, copy, repost, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)

The deep blue dress sparkles when you swish it in the mirror while you put on the finishing touches of your mascara before clasping the simple diamond necklace around your neck. It felt cool to the touch of your warm skin. Your heart thrummed in anticipation and nerves but you were almost ready.

You step away from the mirror, reaching towards your vanity drawer producing a blue velvet box, and opening it. Inside were sapphire earrings, the exact shade of your dress, ones that were your mother's once upon a time.

Your heart seizes at the memory, but you remember all the parties she attended how these earrings sparkled, the sound of her laugh carrying through the manor home you grew up in when all was right in the world. 

You sigh in a mixture of defeat and melancholy, as you add them to your ensemble completing the look. You go back to the standing mirror in the corner, frowning as you twirl. I’t almost perfect but something is missing but you have no idea what, until you feel a weight on your shoulder.

“You look beautiful.” Stephen’s voice is grave and rough, from nights of troubled sleep, but the underlying pride under it all is all for you. A gentle warmth spreads through your body and you know you’ve made the right choice. “You are beautiful,” he continues. 

He turns you to meet his gaze, your back to the mirror, leaving you no more room to doubt, as his hands take yours, kissing the top of them in kind. 

“Shall we?”

“We shall,” you brush your lips along his, grateful that the silver heels you chose added to your height. He pulls you closer, and you’re lost in him and you let yourself drown a moment. 

You break away smiling and grasp his hand tighter, walking out of your shared room of the Sanctum into the vast expanse of the foyer and you carefully walked down the stairs, Stephen guiding you out through countless corridors until you stopped and he knocked on a black painted door.

You raise a brow, curiosity mingling with nerves, but it soon vanishes when the door flies open and you’re greeted with the sound of strings, a beautiful familiar melody flowing through the dark expanse of the room.

You follow it into the center of the atrium you’re ensconced in, the views of the night sky looking down upon you through the glass ceiling. It was breathtaking and Stephen had it planned all for you. 

Without another word he offers up his hand to you which you accept while the other falls to your waist and the melody crescendos, falling into a slower rhythm and you twirl through the expanse of the makeshift ballroom Stephen conjured all for you.

Your heart soars with the care and sentiment. Nothing in this moment but you, him, and the phantom melodies swirling beneath the constellations painted in the sky mattered.

Only you and him for years to come.

You smile when he spins you back into him, reveling in how he dips you and you fall like a shooting star into the kiss, sparks flying through your fingertips, through your being and you know all is right in the world. For it’s all so perfectly splendid. 

******

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[curseofaphrodite]

exception

STEPHEN STRANGE X FEM!ASEXUAL!READER

summary: just a small blurb because I couldn't resist! :) also, using my own gifs for fics feel surreal haha [tw; slight acephobia, death threats (not to you), fake ass friends (except yelana <3)

"You're dating Stephen fucking Strange?" Elena (one of your co-workers) asked, her yell barely visible over the loud Stark party. You grimaced anyway.

"Can you lower your voice? I don't want anyone to know," you said sharply, but one of your other friends had already arrived on the scene.

"Know what?" she asked, handing the drink over to you.

"She's dating Doctor Strange."

"Elena!" you exclaimed in shock.

"An avenger, and does she tell us? No!! Here I'm thinking we are platonic soulmates—"

"We've known each other for 2 weeks," you interrupted, reminding them that you were indeed the newest addition to Stark enterprises.

"Doctor Strange is hot," the other friend (Lisa) said, sighing dreamily. "Does he use the magic rope thingy in bed? I bet he does."

You blinked. "Uhm, actually we didn't-"

You let the statement hang in the air, hoping they'd take the hint and drop it. Hoping that they'll assume your relationship with Strange to be super new. You weren't ready to tell them you were on the asexual spectrum, not anytime soon.

"Why the hell haven't you fucked him yet?" Elena asked blankly. "He's an avenger. Suck his dick so he stays around longer."

"There you are!" Yelena walked into the conversation, almost making you yell out in happiness. She was your best friend, and you knew you could just make a random excuse and get out of there.

"Yelena!" you smiled easily, hooking your hands around hers, steadily preparing to walk off.

Of course, Lisa didn't let you.

"Are you scared he'll dump you if your skills are poor or something?" Lisa asked instinctively, making you halt all moments.

"Wait, what's going on?" Yelena asked, frowning.

"I don't want to talk about it," you replied, mostly to Lisa.

"Then what?" Elena asked. "Does he have anything weird down there? Ohmygod you have to tell us!!!"

Yelena connected the dots and didn't look happy about it. "She said she didn't want to talk about it. Now move."

"This is fine," you said, trying your best to be bold. "It's okay. El, the reason why I didn't have sex with him yet is 'cause I'm asexual. Now that you guilted me into sharing something that I didn't really trust you to share with — can you please stop being a dick and move?"

"Asexual? Like the ones who are afraid of sex?" Lisa asked, seeming genuinely curious.

(It was like you were back in high school again, backed up in a corner with questions you didn't want to hear. You gulped, feeling the first wave of vulnerability wash over you.)

"I always thought it was a fancy name for virgins," Elena said without thinking.

"I always thought you were little pieces of shit glued together but we keep some thoughts to ourselves," Yelena snapped, her eyes screaming murder.

(You shut your eyes. Breath. One.. two..)

"Y/N?" a comfortingly familiar voice called, and you turned to see Stephen in what appeared to be the most "casual" outfit he could be in. He had a suit over his t-shirt and his hair was slicked back, with just that one strand of hair falling across his eyes.

You had a terrible feeling that he could see how helpless you felt.

"Holy shit," Elena said, her mouth open in surprise. "The doctor strange, right in front of my eyes. Someone please pinch me, preferably Stephen himself. Haha, can I call you Stephen? Or Steve?"

"No," he cut short. "Y/N, are you okay?"

No. No.

"I-" your eyes went from Elena to Lisa to Yelena to Stephen, knowing anytime you'd start having a panic attack. You could already feel the tears building up. You took a deep breath in.

"I'm fine," you whispered at last.

"No, she's not!" Yelena protested. "Look at her! These dummies think they can be on top of the world just because they are horny all the time."

"Oh." Stephen stared at Elena with clear anger on his face. "And here I thought you wouldn't be as stupid as you are clearly annoying."

"Hey!" Lisa gasped.

"You're both stupid," he corrected himself. "I love Y/N with all my life and you already know I'm a sorcerer. Think twice about what you're going to say from now or you'll magically end up in another universe with no money."

"Stephen—" you began, but Elena cut you to it.

"Are you threatening me?" she asked dramatically.

"Yes." Both him and Yelena said in unison.

"You can't do that-"

"Why? Because we're supposed to be the good guys?" Yelena snorted. "Believe me, plenty of people go missing every day. No one would suspect us."

"They got the hint," you interrupted firmly. "Can we please stop this before all of us get kicked out?"

Stephen took your hand and squeezed it reassuringly. "I'm sorry you had to deal with their bullshit."

"We're right here," Lisa said, mortified.

"Their bullshit," Stephen repeated, not taking his eyes off yours. "I love you and if you're up for it, maybe we can go dance?"

"Even though you hate dancing?"

"You know you're always my exception."

You smiled. "Let's go, then."

#stephen strange x reader #doctor strange x reader #strange x reader #stephen x reader #fluff #asexual!reader #asexual reader #astoria writes #imagines #blurb

[boop-le-snoot]

Bestie please tell me your hand thots 👁️👄👁️

you know I have a folder on my phone dedicated to images of large hands? now you do. I think about this a lot. based on this lovely image. some nsfw, explicit, unholy, filthy thoughts below. size kink/ hand kink go brrrrr

when you first notice the sheer size difference, you blush, look away and try not to stare. of course, you fail spectacularly, so stephen's first thought is that the scars bother you - so he, being a grade a dumbass, starts hiding his hands.

except that makes you come up with excuse after excuse to look and touch them. the man is baffled and confused, but nonetheless relents - and that's how you find yourself (often) comparing your hand sizes. your palm looks indecently small in his shaky hand.

you pick up a habit of holding onto his thumb - just his thumb - when you're nervous, and stephen tries to convince himself it's just cute. it's just an innocent habit, it's you being comfortable around him.

yet, you, looking up at him, biting your lip - it makes him absolutely feral in a way he has never felt before. it makes him want to throw you over his shoulder and run off into the closest empty room to have you then and there, caveman style.

one night, you two are already in bed, sitting, reading. you ask him to pass you a glass of water and he, being absolutely engrossed in his book, ignores you, leaving you to sigh and climb over him to get the liquid your throat is aching for.

it lands you right over his lap, perched like a curious cat, eyeing him looking at you over the top of his book.

"what?" you comment on his eyeballing, grasping his glass with both hands and taking a long gulp, licking stray drops os water off your lips afterwards.

stephen puts down his book and your glass, too, once you're done, pulling you closer to his chest. even when you're sitting down in his lap, he's still bigger than you. most of your field of view is taken up by his broad, bare chest.

he reaches out to brush a stray hair out of your face and you find yourself unable to tear your eyes away from the way he does it: reaching out two of his long, thick fingers, silver scars adorning the flesh, he shakily brushes over the skin of your cheek, causing a trail of goosebumps to run down the side of your neck.

"what's the matter, baby?" stephen asks, a low amused rumble.

"n-nothing," you mumble, heat immediately flooding your face. "um."

"yes?" he prompts, studying the direction of your stare before bringing up that very same hand to your chin, tilting your head to face him, thumb resting on your bottom lip. "what's the matter, pretty girl?"

your mouth parts involuntarily. before you even comprehend your actions, the tip of his thumb slips between your lips. your tongue touches the rough skin of it, tasting tea, tobacco and leather.

you shudder, blinking once, twice, to stephen's amusement.

he pushes the finger deeper, until he's pressing comfortably into the meat of your tongue. saliva gathers in your mouth: there is no option but to swallow around the digit.

as you do so, you become aware of the pulling throb in your abdomen. the cotton of your shirt strains against your nipples and the skin covered by your underwear feels suffocated and tight.

stephen's other hand effortlessly grasps your waist, pulling your cunt directly onto the meat of his thigh.

"like this?" he asks, damn well aware you're unable to answer him with your brain gone all fuzzy with lust.

the beginnings of a mess between your legs glide over his thigh. you shudder and gasp wetly, wrapping your lips around his thumb in a gesture utterly subconscious.

stephen inhales rapidly, his grip on you tightening. his pupils are blown and his lips are parted as he watches you lose your mind with his fingers in your mouth and your cunt on his leg.

"I'm not even touching you, baby, and you're begging," he says, because you don't even need the words right now to convey your deeply aching need for him to have you right there, right now.

"mmm," you agree absently, drool gathering in the corners of your mouth.

within seconds, you're on your back and he's looming over you, covering what meager light the bedroom lamp provided completely. all you can see is caramel skin and freckles, stretching on for what feels like miles.

stephen's toothy smile meets your wide eyes as he waves his hand about and makes both fo your clothes disappear in an array of gold sparks.

your chin is once more held securely in his hand, thumb parting your lips and effortlessly sliding home. the thick, hot meat of his cock slaps your pubic bone, his balls brushing against your slit. top to bottom, his cock pulses against your mound.

"now," he says, equal parts curious and determined. you like to call this his doctor voice because it gets a little cheeky, too, like he knows that what he's about to do will leave you amazed and breathless. "will it fit?"

you two make it fit.

#stephen strange smut #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange x female reader #blurb #i am horn knee

[darsynia]

Midweek BLURB WEEK round-up

[The post that started it all] <- check it out, send some asks!

{ Fave: 💚 }{ Romance: ♥️ }{ Angst: 🖤 }{ All Audiences: 🤍 }{ Smut: 🔥 }

EQUALS (Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanoff fluff) ♥️🤍 Oneshot

A BANNER SPEECH (Toby Ziegler & Bruce Banner preslash?) 🤍 Oneshot

RUIN YOUR DAY (Stephen Strange/Reader fluff) 💚♥️🤍 Oneshot

OATH OF THE BETRAYED ONE (Bucky/OFC smut) 💚🖤🔥 Oneshot

Thanks to everyone who's sent in an ask so far! This is kind of a 'milestone' follower celebration too, if you're looking for a reason to participate! Thanks to everyone who's followed me over the past 2 and a half months, I really appreciate it 💚💚💚

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[sobeautifullyobsessed]

palmerstrangeweek22 / day one: free choice

(from a blurb I wrote months ago - it's all I have fit to offer for palmerstrange)

...it suddenly felt as though a kaleidoscope of butterflies had been set loose in his chest and stomach. The last time they’d invaded with such fierce insistence was years ago; the first time that Christine Palmer had accompanied him to a Neurological Society Dinner—as a colleague only, presumably as just his ‘plus-one’. He was mingling and glad-handing his way through the throng, following an utterly forgettable speech by the Society Chairman. Working the crowd and collecting the kudos of his peers for a recent breakthrough in surgical technique which he’d chronicled in a paper for The Journal of Neuroscience, when he’d looked up and saw her reentering the banquet hall from a trip to the ladies’. And he had simply forgotten how to breathe for about a dozen heartbeats.

At the time, Stephen wouldn't have been able to say exactly why--but in retrospect the reasons became achingly clear. The combination of the light from the crystal chandeliers and the smooth silk of her dress clinging to her in all the right places; the way she moved while being completely unaware of how breathtaking she looked; and her honest, spontaneous smile when her eyes met his across the room, had done it. Perfect details that had brought those butterflies to vibrant life, along with the realization that he wanted her to be his. Not only in a physical way—but in wanting her undivided attention. The stimulation of her keen mind and the comfort of her laughter at his most stupid jokes. The softness and sanctuary of her heart opening to him as he confided the secrets and fears and insecurities that he successfully hid from the world. Precisely those things he could finally admit to himself that he longed for again. Longed for, right now...

#palmerstrangeweek22 #palmerstrange week 2022 #PalmerStrange #in every universe #christine palmer #stephen strange #(to be honest- the blurb wasn't about PalmerStrange; it was about Stephen realizing he was ready to feel that way about someone again) #(I don't write PalmerStrange - I'd probably mess it up esp in light of MoM) #(but in all of my fics she is an integral part of who he is and the love he holds for her remains deeply rooted in his heart)

[eviesaurusrex]

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GIF not mine!

Stephen Strange x Avenger!Reader

ask: Could you write a Stephen Strange x reader one shot (or longer if you feel it haha) where the reader is an avenger and she’s secretly dating Stephen? Like they’re sneaking around and staying at each other’s places (sanctum and tower/compound) and use portals in the mornings to get back where they’re supposed to be. Maybe a close call where Stephen literally kicks her off the bed and into a portal back to her own bed to avoid getting caught. Then later they’re found out somehow by tony/the team?

word count: 5.2k (and that's only part one, ooooooops)

warnings: fluff and more fluff, cursing, sneaking around the team, lying, one suggestive and kinda steamy (but short) scene

author’s note: I’m so excited about this ask! This will get a part 2 because I couldn’t contain myself, and I had to write this out with all the background stuff. I really hope you like how it went so far @clockblobber!

»pt. 2 is here«

Tiredness was settled deep within her bones, and every single muscle inside her body ached at the sheer thought of moving again. But YN felt the soft rumbling of the Quinjet’s engines increasing while the autopilot initiated the landing sequence to softly touch the ground again. The almost fifteen-hour flight in uncomfortable seats would be stuck to her for another few hours, if not days; she was sure of it. The mission may have been a success – taking down a cartel of experimental drug smugglers, with a side income through even more experimental weapons which were supposed to be destroyed alongside Hydra, had been easier than thought – but her body still was sore and covered in bruises, scratches, and beautifully blooming hematomas.

Guess a rib or two got a hit as well, the Widow thought while softly rubbing her right side.

Gladly, she wasn’t the only one beaten up, but unlike Steve and Bucky, she didn’t own the ability to self-heal within hours. Sometimes, she really envied them down to her very core. But now, she was too tired to even start feeling the jealousy about the super soldier serum running through their veins. Truth be told, she wasn’t entirely without an asset she had gained through otherworldly substances – not drugs – but those were hard to control sometimes, which was why the Widow often fully relied on her brutal training and skills in hand-to-hand combat.

One look in the direction of Nat, and she knew that her sister wasn’t very fond of her approach to the last situation. But hey, a woman gotta do what a woman gotta do. Easy as that.

As soon as the jet finally touched the ground, YN unbuckled the seatbelt and pushed herself up with a groan. The pain shot right through her body again and reminded her of the inevitable reality of upcoming days full of soreness. Assessing the level of pain and discomfort, she estimated two weeks tops. With a hot bath here and there, maybe less.

The thought of one of these alone made her almost moan in pure bliss. But, of course, the compound didn’t own such luxury known as a bathtub. God damn you, Tony.

With clenched teeth and jaw, the woman hobbled out of the Quinjet as soon as the ramp was lowered and granted a breeze of fresh air to invade the warm insides and cool her cheeks. Maybe a cold shower would suffice for now. But the woman didn’t come far before Steve’s voice dragged over the small tarmac in front of the newly built compound in Upstate New York.

“We need to debrief, and I need your report plus a medical evaluation of your status, YN,” the blonde soldier spoke up, always the authoritative fun brake (he wasn’t, but she was grumpy and needed a shower and some comfort in the form of her soft blankets and pillows). Without answering for now because she had her phone in hand to type a quick text, she raised the other hand and showed Steve the finger. Her body became used to the throbbing pain in every single limp again, and the Widow could walk a bit faster to get away from the now overbearing man she called one of her best friends.

“YN, I mean it. You’re not dismissed until you went to the medical wing and got checked out.” She could hear his heavy steps, and even though she still showed him the finger, she spoke. “Whatever, Steve. I need a shower and my soft bed, and I’m good to go, thank you very fucking much. See you tomorrow morning with that damn report in hand, bye.” Usually, she wasn’t this rude to him, and that pushed him to stop in his tracks.

Before scurrying inside the compound, she could hear the other’s talk.

“Did I do something wrong?” Steve.

“Nah, she is just grumpy because I stole her that one guy she loved to punch in the face.” Bucky.

“The one that laughed because she is a woman? Well, you fucked up good, Barnes. She really loves to take those down herself.” Nat.

An apology was necessary, she knew that, but… later. Her mind was too tired to do it now, so she just walked to her room, always close to one of the walls – just in case. With a heavy sigh leaving her lips, she pushed open the door to her cozy room and let the duffel bag fall straight to the floor before pushing herself to walk the last few steps, so she could fall face down first onto the soft mattress.

Which wasn’t the best idea she had had all day, and a strained groan escaped her lips at the same moment as the soft sounds of an opening portal filled her room. She barely realized it. She didn’t even move as steps started to come closer. She didn’t move a single muscle until the mattress dipped at the weight of another body settling upon it. Slowly, YN moved her head from the face-down position to the side to eye the man with the pepper and salt hair. He already looked down at her, forehead wrinkled and the all too familiar deep creases between his dark brows visible.

“Hey,” the woman spoke, barely above a whisper, and she closed her eyes soon again as one of his warm, big hands came close to her face to brush over her cheek and push a lock behind her ear. “Rough day?” She nodded but stopped suddenly at the ugly feeling of raw skin rubbing against the fabric of her comforter. Eyebrows furrowed, and a hiss escaped her. But Stephen was prepared – just as he always was. “Come on, love,” he mumbled in the softest of tones. “We’ll get you a nice hot bath ready, a cup of tea, and some snacks, while I stitch you up.”

With that, the previous portal opened again, illuminated the room in its soft golden light, and Stephen helped the tired woman up from her bed. He held both her hands and pulled her up onto her feet, steadying her with his arm around her slender waist. He could imagine what happened during that mission in Seoul, her state not an uncommon sight for his eyes but hard on him nevertheless. It was easy for him to get scratches and be beaten up – he didn’t mind that – but seeing her in that constitution was something entirely different. And this side was a side no one knew about – and no one would ever get an insight about.

Looking up to Stephen, she allowed him to scoop her into his arms and circled both her arms around his neck while pressing a soft kiss onto his cheek. “You are a godsend,” YN whispered against his skin, the tip of her nose caressing his skin in a feathery touch. The doctor smiled the one smile that was entirely reserved for her eyes and only hers. “Not an idiotic and presumptuous asshole anymore?” He had to tease her with the statement that the Widow had smacked him with the second time they had met. A forceless hit with the flat hand against his shoulder was the first reaction he got. “Thought we already had put that in our past. It was a miscalculation. An assumption made upon false input and intel.”

Stephen chuckled while stepping over the threshold of his portal, right into his bedroom in the Sanctum Sanctorum, the busy New Yorker streets underneath the big windows. He didn’t spare a glance at the golden streets out there, glowing in the light of the setting sun. Instead, he carried the woman in his arms straight into the adjacent bathroom with the bathtub she craved the most. “I just love teasing you, darling,” the sorcerer grinned while gently putting YN down on the bathtub’s edge, and with a flick of his hand, the two faucets opened and unleashed the water.

Soon the bathroom was not only filled with the soothing sound of splashing water but with the wafting steam and the smell of her most favorite bath bomb as well. In the meantime, Stephen had organized the promised tea and snacks – consisting of cheese, crackers, and strawberries – while preparing the first aid kit for the small surgery he would perform on the most severe cuts that needed some stitching. As she attempted to step into the waiting hot water to let her bones and muscles soak in the well-deserved break, the phone in the back pocket of her combat gear pants, that pooled in the center of the bathroom, started to ring. The sorcerer was quick to peel it out and hand it to his girlfriend, not daring to accept the call or send it straight to the voicemail like he would’ve preferred.

With a sigh, YN accepted the call; a fluffy towel wrapped around her naked body, and she could see the hits that had attacked her visibly on her skin through the full-length mirror opposite her. “What?” That was all she asked the unwanted caller – who needs a greeting, right?

Shuffling was heard on the other side of the call, and YN cocked an eyebrow as whispered voices pushed to her ear. She took a look at the caller ID and didn’t get it. “Whoever thought it would be the greatest freaking idea to call me can go and fuck themself. I just want some peace and quiet, for fucks sake. Is that too much to ask?” YN was pissed to an extent she hadn’t felt in a long time. Another round of shuffling until Thor’s voice spoke up. “Lady YN, this is Thor, God of Thunder.” Facepalming herself, the woman sent Stephen a helpless look. “You don’t need to introduce yourself, Thor. I know who you are. This is a call, not a formal application for a new job.” What, in the name of the universe, had she done in her past life to be graced with this group of insufferable people? She loved them dearly, but sometimes they were just too exhausting for her poor soul. “Yes, of course, Lady YN. Mr. Stark had specifically asked me to start this conversation in order to learn about the nature of your whereabouts.”

Groaning, she hit the edge of the full tub with her fist. “Stop being such a child and talk for yourself, Tony,” she demanded. “Can’t. Have to find your location.” Eye rolling, YN knew that he knew that she had never touched one of his phones and had made sure that her location wouldn’t be found by any of them. Not even the genius that was Tony Stark. “Yeah, whatever. Good luck with that. You lot could’ve just, I don’t know, asked if I’m alright wherever I am and put it aside because I’m a fucking grown woman. Gosh.” Stephen chuckled softly at her outburst while preparing the needle for the stitches. “Plus, it was never my idea to call. Ask our ancient ice sculpture who had the idea to check up on you and found your room empty and throwing a tantrum about it,” Tony added, and YN softly smiled as the sorcerer knelt in front of her on the plush bathroom matt to take a closer look on the gush near her left wrist. “For fucks sake, Steve. Remember when I told you that your overbearing nature isn’t cool? It wasn’t a joke; I meant it!” Her face twisted at the sudden burn under her skin, and saw the drenched cotton pad, Stephen softly dapped over the wound to clean the dried blood off. “I’m sorry, YNN. Really, I am. But you took some pretty hard hits, and I just wanted to make sure you’re alright. You are okay, are you?”

Sighing again, YN leaned her head against Stephen’s shoulder. “I am. And now I have to go.” – “Wait, YN, where are yo-…” – “Byyyyye!”

And with that, she hung up and threw the phone back on the dirty pile of combat gear. “They’re getting suspicious?” She shrugged at his question and let him take the fluffy towel away from her, so she could finally sink into the hot water. “I don’t know what’s going on in their brains. And I don’t want to think about it.” With closed eyes, YN leaned back in the tub, softly moaning as she felt how every single muscle relaxed. “I’m almost tempted to believe that you only agreed to date me because of my bathtub,” the man chuckled while sitting on the edge and starting to stitch her arm.

In moments like these, he used that bit of magic he needed to steady his hands, but it was the only exception he made. “You don’t have to do it, y’know? I can easily head to the med bay,” YN mumbled after Stephen had finished his task of taking care of her, and he bent down to press a lingering kiss on her forehead. “Don’t make a fool out of yourself, darling. It’s my pleasure.”

He wanted to leave to pack the first aid kit back at its usual spot, but her fingers intertwining with his made him pause. One look at her pleading eyes, and the man was lost, his mental to-do list burned to ashes at her feet. “Can you get in? I’d love some cuddles.” It was a shyly asked question, as usual, but just as usual, he started to undress even before he nodded. “Whatever you need, darling,” he whispered after settling behind the woman in the still hot water – her body between his long legs, her back pressed against his chest, arms entangled underwater, and her face nestled in the crook of his neck.

Her deep breaths and soft skin against his were all he ever needed after days of her presence gone due to missions or his own duties, and Stephen craved those few stolen moments in a world where nobody knew about them.

;

Morning came too soon, and YN dragged herself out of the comfort of the warm bed to gather her belongings in order to make a move as soon as Stephen was awake enough to conjure the portal into her bedroom. She just left the bathroom, the pile of combat gear now over her arms, as Stephen yawned and felt around on the other side of the bed where she had laid only minutes ago. The sorcerer wasn’t a deep sleeper, but she was a Widow, trained in the arts of stealth, so it was an easy task to sneak out without waking him up. But even after more than a year of dating, he seemed not to be used to it because at the feeling of nothingness next to him, Stephen sat up abruptly and frantically started looking through the room. His mouth opened to call her name, heart racing in his chest, until his gaze settled upon the woman, only clad in one of his shirts that reached her mid-thighs.

She smiled, combat gear already dropped to the floor, to walk over to him. YN stood next to his bedside, both hands cupping his jawline while her thumb soothingly caressed his cheek, while she pressed a kiss against the corner of his mouth, the feeling of his goatee present on her lips. She could practically feel how he relaxed at her touch and leaned into it, reminding her again that Stephen was as touch starved as she was. It wasn’t a real turn-on for folks if she talked about the abusive past she had to endure in order to become her strongest self. But hey, those foolish boys were nothing in comparison to the man in front of her.

“Bad dream?” She softly asked before pecking the tip of his nose with a soft, feathery kiss. The sorcerer shrugged nonchalantly, but he couldn’t fool her – and he knew that. Sighing, Stephen pulled her back into the bed, holding her close, and nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck. “I just don’t want to let you go again. Didn’t see you in four days.” It was a mumble, but YN could hear every single word and felt his lips moving against her collarbone. Slowly, she started to play with his hair – just the way he liked it – and scratched his scalp. “Caution, my love, or I could be tempted to think you’re touch starved and crave my presence.”

Stephen scoffed and pushed himself up with one arm to look into her eyes. “You know how it is, darling.” It was only a mumble because even though they opened up to one another like they never did before, Stephen was still wary if it wouldn’t bite his ass. But so far, the amazing woman underneath him never let him feel any doubts. She smiled softly up at him and pulled him in for a soft kiss. “I’m not sure if they’re ready. You know how they are. You know what Tony will say, something about not fraternizing with colleagues and all that bullshit, and you know that Steve will give you a hard time – shit, he would even give me a hard time about it.” The prospect of trouble in paradise alone made her nauseous. They constantly bickered, true, but it was all fun and smiles. With something like that, on the other hand… Stephen knew how it went.

“At least stay for a few more minutes?” He almost begged, something he would never admit, not even under torture, but YN kissed him gently and shook her head. “Need to write that damn report and get a going to the med bay if I don’t wanna get benched.” With that, the sorcerer released the Widow out of his grasp and opened the portal into her own bedroom. He stood on his side while YN scurried over onto her side but turned around to kiss him goodbye properly. “See you for dinner?” Stephen smiled down at her, nodded, and kissed her forehead. “Chow House?” Moaning, YN pulled him in for another kiss. “I know why I love you,” she grinned, and then she waved with a smile as the portal closed again, and she was back in her cozy room, the duffel bag now lying on top of the cushioned bench in front of her bed – its usual spot. Shaking her head, she made a mental note to thank Steve for it later that day.

;

Sitting at the huge glass table in one of the conference rooms inside the compound, YN listened intently to what Fury said over the video call, scribbling away notes inside that little notebook she always carried around for such occasions. She could feel a lingering stare settled upon her, and barely noticeable, she raised her gaze to catch Stephen staring at her over the cup of coffee he held between his softly shaking hands. A smile tried to tuck at her lips, but instead, she rolled her eyes as if he was as irritating as the uncomfortable seat she had sat on ever since the briefing started.

“Do I bore you, Miss LN?” Fury’s tone sounded bored himself, and YN showed him a pair of raised eyebrows. “No, sir. I’m just writing down what you’re saying. For later purposes.” Sam coughed and mumbled “Boaster” between his acts, and YN threw her eraser against his head. “Hey!” She smiled the sweetest of smiles and flipped him off. “I’m not deaf, Wilson.” Bucky chuckled behind his mug while Steve and Nat rolled their eyes, and Fury sighed exaggeratedly. “Behave, children,” he grumbled before continuing with the briefing about a new mission in Switzerland.

A half an hour later, the briefed team scattered over the compound after they had left the conference room, and YN found her way into the kitchen. Her stomach rumbled ever since she woke up to an empty bed because Stephen had to leave to get ready for said briefing.

On some days, it was exhausting to sneak around everyone, but it had its purpose. So far, they never had a close call, for which YN was more than grateful.

Softly humming, she rummaged in the fridge before moving to the cupboards after she decided that tea was more to her taste than one of the smoothies Pepper hoarded in one of the many fridges.

Suddenly, big familiar hands grabbed her jeans-clad hips and turned her around in one swift motion. Looking up, her eyes met the bluest ones of them all, and a smile etched itself on her face before she took a measured look to the entrance. After she gave herself an all-clear, YN pulled Stephen down to her level while pushing herself on her tiptoes and kissed him – hard and hungrily because the couple couldn’t stop showing their deep lingering affection for one another as often as possible, which was not often enough.

Labored breaths and lips crashing against one another were the only sounds in the kitchen – or the entire compound wing – and Stephen wrapped the woman tighter in his arms, pulling her closer and closer until their bodies were pressed against each other. His hands moved more south to grab the Widow under her thighs, long fingers stretching up to her butt cheeks, and he lifted her with astonishing ease up on the countertop. Settling there, YN wrapped her legs around his waist, crossed her ankles at his deliciously shaped behind, and burrowed her fingers inside his dark hair. The kiss grew more heated with every passing second, and a soft gasp escaped her mouth as Stephen pressed her lower region harder against him.

“I really hope you’re not thinking about canceling our dinner plans for tonight,” YN whisper-moaned at the friction between her legs and bit his lower lip gently. Stephen groaned at the sensation pulsing through his body – he still wondered how this woman was able to pull every trigger there was with nothing more than just a whisper of a touch – and kissed her again. “Why should I? I can’t wait for dessert. Maybe we should do dessert first, like responsible citizens,” he rasped, the raspiness in his voice always a trigger for her own pleasure. Gladly, Stephen didn’t know just yet how hot it made her hear him like that. If this man would ever gain the knowledge about that – it would be her downfall. Grinning, YN pulled away from his searching lips, teasing him. “Sounds like a plan, Doctor Strange.”

But before they could dive right back into the next heated kiss and continue this make-out session, approaching steps alarmed the Widow. With ease, she slid off the counter within seconds and positioned herself at the counter closer to the door before raising her voice.

“Oh, please. Stop prancing around and try to prove that you’re the smartest one. I can’t keep up with the bullshit coming out of that entitled mouth of yours. I have better things to do.”

Tony and Steve entered the kitchen, followed by a tired Clint, who clung to a mug of steaming coffee. The Stark was fast to assess the situation, and an icy expression settled on his face. “Is he annoying you again, YNN? I can do something about that, you just need to use the words.” Steve had his blonde brows furrowed and stared Stephen into the ground, but the sorcerer only shrugged and stole the tea she had finished preparing. “A simple conversation, that’s all. Keep your panties on, Stark, and thanks for the tea, LN.”

With that, the tall man walked past the group, mug in hand, and YN stared after him, mouth agape. “Hey, that was my tea, you tea stealing, obnoxious imbecile!”

Which meant in their secret language, I love you, idiot.

Steve turned towards her and shrugged. “Tell us, and we end him,” he offered, but all she did was roll her eyes and start to prepare another cup of tea while suppressing her heart from beating out of line.

That was a close call.

;

The soft tunes of the Best of Beethoven vinyl she had found in Stephen’s office echoed through the foyer of the Sanctum Sanctorum on a summer evening. The windows on the upper floor were open widely to let in the soft breeze from outside without getting the chills, and YN worked mindlessly in the perfectly stocked kitchen.

It wasn’t like that shortly after she had sat foot in the room supposed to feed hungry human beings. Instead, barely filled shelves and a half-empty fridge had greeted her, which was why many New Yorkers had seen a true Avenger walking their streets in a pretty summer dress – a sight none of them would have expected on this beautiful day or any days at all. But she didn’t mind the round eyes of kids and teenagers. The ogling stares of the male part of the grownup fraction were what put her on edge. But even them she could handle with closed eyes.

After a shopping spree in the grocery store down the block, YN had started to prepare dinner. It wasn’t often that she found the time and muse to cook, but when she did, she went all out because she wasn’t bad at it. Actually, she was quite good at the stove, even though she preferred baking over everything else.

The tune changed to Beethoven’s Violin Concerto in D major, Op. 61 – one of her favorites, even though the Red Room had forced her to start playing the violin – at the same time as the golden glow of a portal crept around the corner of the kitchen’s entrance. She just chopped the vegetables into the thinnest of slices as the soft but heavy feeling of fabric settled over her shoulders, and a red collar nudged her left cheek to get her attention.

“Well, hello to you too, Cloaky,” she greeted the magical relic, which resembled more a dog or cat than an ancient thing, with a smile. Soon after the first greeting, a set of arms wrapped around her, and a chin was planted on her shoulder. “Do I want to know how you got in?” Stephen asked, the grin audible in his voice. YN shrugged while chopping the rest. “Wong didn’t see me if that’s what you tried to find out.” Sometimes, her burglar skills were pretty useful, plus the building liked her – or Stephen had altered the spells that protected the Sanctum, but she liked the idea of a feeling and thinking building more.

“So, you thought instead of enjoying your first time off missions in the last couple of weeks, you break into the Sanctum to cook me dinner?” At her exciting nod, Stephen laughed softly and pressed a kiss to her temple. Cloaky settled onto her shoulders definitively – Stephen knew that it would stay there for quite some time now, but he couldn’t object because it was what he would do too – and instead, tried to help her, but YN hit his fingers. “Nope. You’re gonna take a hot, long shower to destress from whatever threat it was today you had to deal with, and after that, you’ll settle on that bar stool over there, drink a glass of whiskey and just look pretty and handsome while I wrap up dinner.” He would never admit it, but he loved it when she tried to boss him around. It was so different from the life she had lived before joining the Avengers and escaping the grasp of the Red Room, so it was his pleasure to let her boss around to her heart's desire. “Yes, ma’am. Anything else, ma’am?” She grinned up at him. “A kiss would be absolutely lovely.”

Stephen complied and bent down to taste her sweet, perfect lips, but Cloaky suddenly had other plans and pulled her onto the wooden floor. “What the…?” Both started, but Wong’s voice let her suck in the last word and hold her breath. The red cloak pulled her further to the kitchen island to hide her body against the wood and wrapped itself around the woman it was so fond of.

“Something smells divine.” Wong stopped at the frame between the kitchen and one of the many living rooms to eye Stephen. “You are cooking? Since when is this a possibility?” Stephen looked from the stove to Wong, back to the chopped vegetables and the casserole where YN had started to place the thin slices in an intricate pattern. “Yeah…” The sorcerer began and shrugged. “I saw something on my way home and thought it looked quite delicious.” Wong squinted his eyes suspiciously at the other sorcerer. “Aha.” YN on the floor really wanted to facepalm herself. “Well, let me know when the food is ready. I want to try it. I’m in the library upstairs.” And Wong disappeared as suddenly as he arrived.

Sitting up, YN patted the proudly moving cloak and shook her head. “Next time, you won’t drag me down to the floor, understood? That hurt.” Stephen helped her up and took Cloaky from her shoulders, and sent him up into his bedroom. “Another close call,” the man objected, and YN sighed. “I know, but I don’t know why we’re running out of luck all of a sudden. We were so good.” It didn’t sit right with her, and the realization that maybe, sooner rather than later, they need to come clean with everyone.

Stephen softly kissed her head and pushed a lock out of her face, tracing her jawline from her ear back down to her chin. He took it between his fingers, pointer finger underneath it to softly nudge it up, so she would look at him. “Whatever will happen, nothing is worse than being stuck in a fake octopus, smelling like plastic and trash, darling.” Eye rolling, the woman shoved against his chest. “Never remind me of that ever again. I had to soak for hours on end in that bathtub to get the smell off my skin.” Stephen smiled but cocked an eyebrow to see her nodding. And she did. “Okay, yeah. It won’t be the end of days if they knew, but… I don’t know how to tell them. Could we take some more time? Just a little while longer?”

Stephen could never deny her a single request, so he approved with another nod and kissed her softly on the lips. “Of course, love. But now you have to move your sexy bottom because Wong demanded food. I’m gonna take a quick shower and be right back.” With that, Stephen kissed her one last time and stepped through the portal – lazy sock – and YN continued with the veggy pattern inside her prepared casserole until an all too familiar voice startled her.

“I knew it!”

With wide eyes, the former assassin turned around to look straight into the very pleased face of non-other than Wong, and a curse fell off her lips.

One for them, minus one for us, she thought while explaining to the sorcerer how she came up with her altered receipt for Ratatouille.

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[slothspaghettiwrites]

Stephen & Reader

🩹🚪☕️🛏

🩹 tending to each other's wounds // 🚪 showing up at the other's door, begging for comfort // ☕ reluctant allies // 🛏 only one bed

This ended giving me a lot of rom com vibes 😅

We aren't friends, but we could be more

You lived in the middle of nowhere for a reason. The one bed cabin was your sanctuary, your sanctum. It's where you came to lick your wounds and heal your soul. It was perfection.

It was not the place for the beaten sorcerer supreme to portal into whenever he wanted. But when he showed, a little heartbroken and completely shit faced, it was the least you could do for him.

And if he was going to share your home while he mended his broken heart, he might as well share your bed too right? You know what they say, the best way to get over someone, was to get under someone new.

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[classickook]

idk if you’re still doing these but nsfw head canon: stephen strange gets super possessive after one of your friend flirts with you and you were oblivious and continued being friendly towards him but strange noticed his subtle ways of trying to touch you and gets super possessive

send me a nsfw headcanon and i’ll write a 5 sentence ficlet about it | 18+ only please

stephen portals the two of you back to his room at the sanctum after seeing one of his fellow masters getting too comfortable, too handsy, with you.

you’re quickly pushed facedown onto the gold and burgundy comforter of stephen’s king-sized bed when he slides your trousers down your legs, and then you hear the familiar clinking of his belt as he grasps your hips and drags the head of his cock over your slit.

“do you have any idea what seeing you with him did to me?” he groans into your ear and then slides his hand around to palm at your aching mound.

you love when he gets jealous like this, possessive in a way that he doesn’t usually behave, but you tried your absolute best to rile him up while speaking with one of the other masters at kamar-taj; you weren’t flirting, per se, but you made it appear as such just to get a rise out of your boyfriend.

he plunges inside your wet heat and your combined groans echo throughout the room while he moves—quickly, deeply, aggressively—but you love it; you’re relishing in the feeling of him losing control and pounding into you until the coil in your lower belly grows taut then snaps in a rush of heat between your legs.

“you’re mine,” stephen bellows as he follows quickly after, “never forget that.”

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[bxsotted]

An Absolute Point in Time | Stephen Strange x F!Reader

pairing : Stephen Strange x F!reader

synopsis : Apprentice!Reader gets tired of waiting for Stephen to make the first move, so she decides to give him a little push.

words : 702

themes : fluff

warnings : none - there's a very small suggestion that Stephen and reader have had sex before but it's nothing major, honestly

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A/N : Made this one based on a tik tok audio that comes from the movie "The tourist". This was written when I first started writing, so I used the audio as a kind of crutch to try to find my own style in writing. It's not my proudest work but it's something! And though I've been hyperfixating on Munson lately (as many of you might've noticed) I refuse to let go of my dearest. I hope you like this little piece!! <33

“Invite me to dinner, Stephen.”

Stephen paused. He blinked for a moment before he slowly looked up at Y/N, wondering if he had misheard her or not.

“What?” he uttered. Confusion painting his features, not wanting to jump into any conclusions. He might be a fool but he sure wasn’t about to make an idiot of himself by assuming that she had just…

Y/N simply stared at the man in front of her. Her hands gently folded on her knees as she observed the dark haired man registering what was just said, before scurrying through his mind for the right words. 

Stephen opened his mouth, an unusual aura of doubt lingering on him as he began to speak. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he looked away for a moment. This new found insecurity was washing over his body and making him wonder if he would be able to pull this off as smoothly as he had imagined countless times. He pursed his lips slightly, breathing in silently as if bracing himself, mentally cheering himself on before he delivered the typical line he had used on many others before her.

 “Would you like to have dinner?” He couldn’t quite understand what it was about the simple question that made him feel anxious. All he knew is that this was the first time in years that the sensation had come over him. But surely this is the invitation Y/N was looking for. There’s no other way to invite her to dinner—

“Women don’t like questions.”

He blinked, his train of thought interrupted by the words that Y/N uttered - a teasing tone behind them. The Sanctum’s library filled with silence for a few seconds. 

“Join me for dinner.”

“Too demanding.”

“I thought you liked that.”

She smirked, chortled a little even. Rolled her eyes at Stephen’s typical attitude but she bit her tongue. She knew that if she entertained Stephen’s little comment, they’d derail the conversation. And she didn’t want that, she had grown tired of waiting for this moment. She figured - if he can’t do it on his own, might as well give him a little push.

So she simply stayed quiet, looking up at her mentor, waiting patiently. Observing. 

“Join me for dinner?”

“Another question.”

Stephen tilted his head slightly, searching through his thoughts, his gaze locked on Y/N’s. Those eyes. Those god damn eyes. The pale E/C that painted her irises, glistening with the sunlight that poured through the windows. 

The eyes that seemed to make time stop, that could make anyone drop. They seemed to have him wrapped around her finger before he even knew what had happened, and kept pulling him back despite his futile efforts of resisting. Like a sinner who would never repent, he let those eyes tempt him time and time again. Regret and guilt long lost concepts whenever he found himself inevitably gravitating towards her. 

He took a step back, Y/N never moving from her seat. Her expression was the same, though the curiosity in her eyes gave her away. Stephen let himself take a good look at her. The way the light bathed her, her  hair tucked behind her ears, framing her face perfectly. He beheld the way that her belt hugged her waist, accentuating her figure. Her long legs exposed as the skirt she had decided to use that day fell on the sides of her thighs - the heels that she wore emphasizing the length of them. 

And suddenly it hit him.

“I’m having dinner…” he let the words hang around in the air for a moment as he searched for the perfect way to wrap up his invitation. “…If you’d care to join me.”

Her lips, plump and soft, curled up into a smile. She was beaming - the light flush across her cheeks making her look even more radiant than before. 

And this is where he wondered why it had taken him so long to ask her out; why he kept pushing her away and holding himself back from happiness. He could be so foolish at times. But that didn’t matter right now, all that mattered now was this.

This was an Absolute Point in time. 

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[erule]

I'm not sure if your box is request open rn but if it is, can you write a one shot based on that one scene in dr:mom where stephens getting ready and right after he uses magic to fix his tie, the reader walks in and asks "do you need help with your tie?" because the reader always does his tie for him since his hands are y'know funkied up

Stephen was about to say no but then saw the dress the reader was wearing for the wedding and shuts himself up. He literally pulls down his tie and then asks for help with this stupid smile on his face. The reader didn't pay attention and of course helps him with the tie. During that time, stephen just stares at her, his hands holding onto her waist or smthg and asks about what the reader thinks about getting married.

Sorry if i wrote too much info, i needed to get out as much scenario's in my head cause my exams are in a couple weeks. the perks of being a woman in stem. Plus the lack of doctor strange fics is driving me up the wall :D

Your reflection | s.s.

Pairing: Stephen Strange x fem!Avenger!reader

Summary: Christine’s getting married and you’re going to the wedding with your boyfriend, Stephen Strange, aka her ex. Is he still in love with her or does he want to marry you? Maybe it’s time for you to find that out.

Warnings: fluff, some angst if you squeeze, one suggestive joke at the end, established relationship, spoilers from the MOM trailer I guess

Word count: 1K

A/N: hi! I had so much fun while writing this request!! I love some good old fluff. If you wanna be tagged in my fics or if you have any request, just write them into my inbox. Feedback is always appreciated by a writer! Hope y’all like it. Enjoy! x

Tags: thanks to @mochamori for the request, hope you like it!

Stephen looked into the mirror only to see his tired reflection exchange a glance with him. He shouldn’t have accepted the invitation, but you insisted. So now he had to participate to his ex-girlfriend’s wedding with his current one. That was insane. Absolutely insane. At first, Star-Lord suggested him that it was a plan of yours to discover if he was still in love with Christine. Stephen didn’t agree with that, but he didn’t think that you wanted to come either, so he got confused. Then Wanda came with another idea: you were just being kind to her, because you wanted to study her face on the altar, in order to understand if she was still in love with Stephen. And well, Stephen was definitely upset after that. Turned out, that you just wanted to go to their buffet and you were also friends with Christine. That explanation seemed to convince Stephen, but not entirely, since you weren’t a nurse but an Avenger and there was no way in the world – no, in the universe – that you could have met Christine by chance. You had probably become friends with the enemy some time ago using your smart skills. This is why Stephen had so much trouble into fixing his tie (and also because his hands were trembling), so he decided to use some magic on it. 

That was when you came along. You knocked at the door, gently, then you entered into the room with a calm smile on your face. He saw your reflection in the mirror, by his side and he thought that you were stunning. An intense sense of warmth expanded into his chest: you were perfect, the person he had always dreamt of to be with. The girl of his dreams.

“Do you need help with your tie?” You asked, kindly. “Oh, wait…”

Stephen untied it immediately, showing you a childish grin on his face. You chuckled.

“Apparently, yes,” he answered.

So you began to fix his tie again, while his hands were slowly sliding onto your waist. You were wearing a fabulous dress, something that made you appear like you were the one getting married, maybe on the beach, with him, that’s why he asked you for some help to fix the tie. You were adjusting it, your fingertips moving so slow, he thought that he wanted them to caress his cheeks and not a stupid piece of clothing. Maybe he would have liked you to do that for the rest of his life. No, he wanted that.

“What do you think about Christine getting married?” He asked, abruptly.

“Well, it’s cute. She’s gonna wear a beautiful dress and the church is pretty nice, I helped her to arrange everything as you know. I didn’t meet the guy, but she always says that she’s happy, so…”

“No, I mean, what do you think about getting married?” He interrupted you.

You furrowed your brows, your tongue between your teeth, while you were focused on the tie. 

“I don’t know Stephen, I never thought about that,” you said.

He observed you and something in your eyes was off. Your hands had even began to shake, when they were always still and firm. 

“You’re lying,” he replied, tilting his head.

“What do you mean? I don’t lie”.

“You lie all the time to Wanda, when you steal her stupid yogurt from the fridge. Now tell me what’s going on,” he said, holding your hand, leaving the tie almost fixed.

You swallowed, remaining quiet. Stephen knew that you wanted to get married, because why the hell would you help anybody to prepare a wedding with so much dedication, if you don’t even like the idea of it? You were the kind of person that did things because you wanted to do them, not because you were forced to. Something was bothering you and he wanted to know what it was.

“We’ve been together for how long, uh? It seems a lot of time to me, but time seems to shrink when I’m with you. Once I thought that I was just a replacement because you couldn’t have Christine and I was okay with it,” you said, then he tried to interrupt you, but you kept going. “I was okay with it. But then, something switched and now I can’t think straight when we’re together. Getting married means everything to me, because I thought about it for all my childhood. It would be an honor to me to have somebody like you by my side, no, to have you by my side, whether it’s in a church or on the beach, I don’t care. We could even just live together forever in this apartment and I would be okay with it, as long as we remain in love. But here’s the question: are you really in love with me?” You say. He had stared at your eyes for long enough to see them being filled up with tears. His heart ached for you. “Because I can sacrifice the wedding of my dreams for you, but I can’t stay with somebody who wants another woman by their side,” you added. 

Then, he squeezed your hands and you finally looked into his eyes, while some tears were sliding on your face. 

“It would be my honor, to marry you, Y/N,” Stephen said and you gave him a brief smile. “There wouldn’t be anything better to me than spend my life with my best friend, a beautiful woman that happens to be patient enough to bear with me,” he said and you chuckled. “And don’t ever try to think again that I don’t feel something for you, because you would underestimate yourself and I don’t want you to do that”.

You nodded.

“Will do,” you said, then you fixed his tie for good. “Now you’re ready”.

“Thank you. Oh, this dress? It would look better on the floor,” Stephen said and you blushed. 

“Stephen!”

He laughed, then he thought about his friends and he realized it: Star-Lord was right. Well, too bad he would have never knew that.

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[wintersoldierslover]

my fic recs masterlist

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Bucky Barnes:

all bucky barnes

headcanon  -  blurb  -  one-shot  -  series

dbf!bucky  -  brothers bff  -  bff’s brother

neighbour  -  housewife reader

lumberjack  -  firefighter  -  bodyguard

priest bucky  -  college

football player  -  hockey player  -  boxer

professor  -  teacher  -  librarian/bookshop

coffee shop  -  soulmate  -  royal

other AUs  -  taboo

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Stranger Things characters:

all eddie munson - all steve harrington

eddie and steve (x reader)

billy hargrove - jason carver - mike wheeler

dmitri enzo antonov - jim hopper

robin buckley - nancy wheeler

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Outer Banks Characters:

all Rafe Cameron

all JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron and JJ Maybank (x reader)

Pope Heyward - Topper Thorton

John B. - Sarah Cameron

Kiara Carrera

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Marvel characters:

Wanda Maximoff  -   Kate Bishop

Natasha Romanoff  -  Yelena Belova

Peter Parker  -  Pietro Maximoff

Steve Rogers  -  Stephen Strange

Frank Castle  -  Matt Murdock 

Moon knight  -  Steven Grant

Joaqín Torres - Clint Barton

Loki Laufeyson - Druig

Eddie Brock - Miles Morales

Miguel O’hara - Hobie Brown

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Harry Potter characters:

Sirius Black - Remus Lupin 

James Potter - Poly!Marauders

Lily potter -  Cedric Diggory

George Weasley - Fred Weasley

Severus Snape - Tom Riddle

Draco Malfoy

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Avatar (James Cameron) charachters:

neteyam - aonung - lo’ak

rotxo - kiri - spider

jake sully - neytiri - tsu’tey

tonowari - ronal - colonel quaritch

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Top Gun chracters:

Fanboy  -  Hangman  -  Rooster - Bob

Iceman

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Wednesday characters:

Xavier Thorpe - Ajax Petropolus

Wednesday Addams - Divina

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Bridgerton characters:

Anthony Bridgerton -  Benedict Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton

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Criminal Minds characters:

Spencer Reid  -  Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

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The Last of Us characters:

Joel Miller - Ellie Williams

Abby Anderson

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The Devil All The Time characters:

Tommy Matson - Lee Bodecker

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Uncharted characters:

Nate Drake - Sam Drake

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Euphoria characters:

Elliot (Euphoria) - Fezco

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On My Block characters:

Mario Martinez - Oscar Diaz

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Modern Family characters:

Luke Dunphy - Alex Dunphy

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Ted Lasso:

Roy Kent - Jamie Tartt

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NHL players:

Matthew Ktachuk - Trevor Zegras

Nolan Patrick - Tyler Seguin

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Actors:

Sebastian Stan - Joseph Quinn

Jamie Campbell Bower - Danny Ramirez

Drew Starkey - Rudy Pankow

Ben Hardy - Bella Ramsey

Jenna Ortega

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Miscellaneous characters:

Eli ‘Hawk’ Moskowitz  -   Marcus Baker

Rodrick Heffley -  Hunter Sylvester

Lloyd Hansen - Ari Levinson

Nick Fowler -  Tangerine

Rhett Abbott - Hayden ‘Harvard Hottie’

Colin (Not Okay) -   Min Ho (Xo, Kitty)

Ash (No Exit) -  James Maguire (Derby Girls)

Jake Peralta - Nick Miller  - Brian O’conner

Anakin Skywalker - Bruno Madrigal

Tadashi Hamada - Kakashi Hatake

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Miscellaneous real people:

Billie Eilish - AEW Hook

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*Updated whenever there’s a new character <3

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