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Will Graham vs. His Protective Instincts vs. Morality

Will's motivations are interesting because he's antisocial and misanthropic, he has arrogant narcissistic tendencies, but he's also compelled to protect the vulnerable. He enjoys the feeling of killing but is, at his core, a good person. His urge to protect always overrides adherence to the law, allowing him to develop an unconventional system of morality. This is arguably his greatest similarity to Clarice Starling, the reason why Hannibal is so in love with him, and the reason why he could finally be with Hannibal at the end of S3.

Most obviously, he collects stray dogs, but he keeps them well-trained. He's the head of the pack, they follow his commands, and he feels safer not being alone. He hallucinates dog whimpers of pain in 1x08 (a reference to Clarice's screaming lambs).

Then there's his relationship to fatherhood. When he becomes Abigail's legal guardian, she is extremely vulnerable to public scrutiny and Freddie's bad influence. He sees himself in her, both as a fellow outcast and hunter/fisher. She's literally the living version of all those dead girls that he's pictured killing over and over again. Even without being infected with Hobbs's mindset, of course he's obsessed with her.

When he thinks Abigail's dead in S2 and is confronted with the possibility of having another child, he admits "I still dream about Abigail. I dream I'm teaching her how to fish." When she's actually dead in S3, she haunts him as an imago, saying she'd still want to go back to Hannibal. Abigail is basically Hannah, the slaughter horse that Clarice couldn't save from the ranch (Hannibal: "Would you protect this child the way you couldn't protect Abigail?") except her death marks the end of his career, and the only thing it drives him to do is take revenge on Hannibal.

When he finds out that Abigail is a murderer and decides to protect her, that's the first time being a good person forces him to step outside of the law. This is echoed later in the season when he feels protective over another murderer, Georgia Madgen.

He completely loses faith in the law during his slow downhill slide in S2a (his wrongful incarceration, his farce of a trial, and Beverly's failure to catch Hannibal), culminating in his decision to ask Matthew Brown to kill Hannibal. To add insult to injury, only Hannibal himself could free Will in the end.

Will continues to operate outside of the law during the honeytrap plot. What is his motivation to catch Hannibal in S2b? Pure revenge for Abigail and Beverly. He's not protecting anyone from Hannibal (except maybe Alana at the beginning, but I think he realizes eventually that Hannibal wouldn't hurt her unless he really had to). He witnesses firsthand the kind of people Hannibal kills for fun (Chilton, Randall Tier sent to die by Will's hand, Freddie Lounds, Mason Verger) and they all suck. Will doesn't care about these people. The only person Will wants to protect in S2b is Peter Bernardone (a reflection of himself), and he has to protect him from the miscarriage of justice. In that last two episodes of S2, Will realizes that Hannibal doesn't deserve to die (and also falls in love with him). So when the FBI fucks up his plan, he protects Hannibal by warning him.

Will grapples with this decision throughout S3a. At this point he has no interest in handing Hannibal to the authorities. The only justice Will recognizes is the one served by his own hands, and he doesn't even know what that would be until the moment he pulls the knife (in the middle of a public square... really, what kind of plan is that).

Meanwhile, Hannibal is having his own revelation that nobody can replace Will. He can force people like Gideon (a literally serial killer, just like Hannibal) to join him at his table, but they're boring and beneath him. Bedelia is dispassionately cruel, but she's self-serving and afraid of him and won't cross the boundary of cannibalism. Anthony Dimmond delights in wickedness and has a certain flirtatious charm, but he's also self-serving and hollow. No morals. Will has given him a taste of what it's like to have a truly good person understand and approve of his true self. How can Hannibal live without that?

Florence is a disaster. Muskrat Farm is even worse. Once again, the FBI and the police mess everything up, except this time their corruption is even more overt. Even Alana Bloom, bastion of morality, is "facilitating torture and death" for money. Will is sick of dealing with people like her and Pazzi ("the ugly faces of the crowd") and is tired of playing Hannibal's game. That's when we get his Digestivo "Goodbye, Hannibal."

Of course, who understands Will's psychology better than Hannibal? He remembers the only time Will chose him was when he thought he was in danger in 2x13. He knows that he can only earn Will's forgiveness and acceptance if he's vulnerable, and where would Hannibal be more vulnerable than in the hands of the law? "I want you to know exactly where I am and where you can find me." More like, "Oooh noooo, they might give me the needle, Will. :( :( Look at me, I'm a helpless baby bird. Come visit me in jail where I'll surely be suffering so so much just like you wanted." The irony being that Will hasn't cared about catching Hannibal for ages now.

Three years pass and Will pretends not to find ugliness in the faces of the crowd. He marries a literal angel. His step-son resents him, so he doesn't get to be a father like he wanted, but he tries his best. (Actually in the book, Will feels like he has to compete with the step-son and his grandparents for Molly, who is always putting her son's interests first).

At this point, Will hates Jack, Alana, Chilton, all of them. They represent avarice and betrayal. They are the system that has failed Will so many times. The only reason he returns to Maryland is to save Dolarhyde's future families (and, deep down inside, see Hannibal again), which he can't do because there's no way to determine how he's choosing his victims (I think he literally was finding them via social media. The home video plot from the book wouldn't make sense in a universe with iPads and Facebook). The only way to catch Dolarhyde is through Hannibal.

Bedelia warns Will of his downfall: "The next time your instinct is to help someone, you should really consider crushing them instead. You might save yourself some trouble." This has a double meaning: Will shouldn't be consulting on the Dragon case, and he shouldn't save Hannibal from Dolarhyde in 3x13 (the second meaning being self-serving, as we see what happens to Bedelia when Will goes ahead and saves Hannibal anyway).

Hannibal telling Dolarhyde to kill Will's family is interesting. Besides petty jealousy, his motivation is to remove distractions and keep Will consulting him on cases. Fostering codependency, as usual. His second motivation is to make Will realize that, by trying to protect faceless strangers he puts people he actually cares about in danger. What's the point, then? What is right and wrong anymore?

Finally, Dolarhyde's return from death gives Will the opportunity to spring Hannibal out of prison. He never really wanted Hannibal there in the first place, but now he's pissed and curious what would happen. What would Dolarhyde do with Hannibal? What would Hannibal do if he escaped? He doesn't really want Hannibal dead ("I'd pack my bags if I were you, Bedelia. Meat's back on the menu.") but he genuinely deliberates while looking down at Hannibal bleeding on the floor.

Of course, Hannibal is literally the pleading woman caught in the coil of the dragon's tail (Will even hallucinates the Blake painting with Hannibal as the woman clothed in sun at 37:45). What could be more "wounded bird lying in the grass?" And at the end of the day, Will loves him, so he reaches for the gun to protect him (and gets stabbed, just as Bedelia warned).

This act completes Will's character arc, similar to the moment Clarice shoots the bodyguards to save Hannibal in the novel. "How do you act when the conventional honors have no value? [deleted line from 3x13 script]" Just like Jack, Alana, and Hannibal, Will acts according to his own system of morality. This isn't black and white like saving a hostage (Hobbs) or saving himself (Randall Tier, and that time Mason kidnapped him and Hannibal in S2). This isn't a phone call warning Hannibal to run. Is it good to lie to the FBI and let all those people die to free Hannibal and kill Dolarhyde? To Will, it is. It's beautiful. Ethics become aesthetics.

As for dragging them over the cliff... uhhhh... well, Hannibal isn't a wounded bird at that point, so he has to go I guess. Haha just kidding. Maybe it's Will's last ditch effort to protect the world from them. "Save yourself, kill them all," except now Will is one of "them." Or maybe the moral conflict of his love for Hannibal creates a mental rift too horrible to confront. Or maybe the cliff fall is metaphorical, like the devil's fall from heaven. Maybe all three!

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what should i do?

Destroy everything you identify with, then identify with something that you cannot destroy. I chose the sky, not any one cloud but I am the container

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OMG Benedict AND Wes Anderson?!

I'm officially dead

#benedict cumberbatch #netflix #wes anderson #new hottie in town

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And I would do everything with any of them at any time

DOCTOR STRANGE as BARBIE (2023) posters.

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OH MY GODD

"Today Netflix filmed a new series..., and I captured a ywaning curly blessing, haha (the whole street has been transformed into New York in the 1980s...)"🥱

(Translated with Google. My apologies for any mistake.)

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This is a fic request, imagine dr strange x reader, he’s her dads best friend and they both have. A huge crush on each other for a very long time, he finally confesses in an agnsty way when she’s all I thought you cared about me, and it's a slow burn. THANK YOU I have been dreaming about this for nights 😭

I can't explain how much I love thisss!!! Also I'm sorry for taking so long to write this the last past months were kinda weird so... I hope you like this.

This is a bit different from your request, Stephen and reader are already secret dating

(note this request was my excuse to rewatch all too well, also Stephen's kinda an asshole in this)

So this is our table Stephen must be here any moment. Should we have a drink as we wait?"

Your father had been one of the best professors Columbia had ever seen, teaching there for over 20 years with numerous successful doctors being taught by him, one of them being Stephen Strange too.

In fact Stephen was one of your father’s all time favourite students and for a person as handful as your father that meant a lot. Since you were a teenager you could remember your father speaking of Stephen's accomplishments in family dinners, how great, how bright, how much potential he had. He was like the son he never had.

So even after he graduated due to his admiration for your father and your father's pride for him their relationship turned into a very strong friendship. And then you met him.

Of course both of you knew it was wrong. The age difference was one very obvious problem, the fact he went out for beers every friday with the father too but neither of you could deny the tension between you two.

So it started from shy smiles and lingering looks during dinners, to innocent touches in the little of your back and flirty remarks that to an outsider were just two friends teasing each other (the outsider being your father).

It was just flirting. What harm could it be? you thought

It was all innocent and fun until… it wasn't. The hand from the little of your back moved down to your waist, sometimes even turned into a soft squeeze. Nothing uncomfortable, yet nothing that was enough. You soon found yourself looking over your next illicit affair, dressing up in every dress and colour you knew complimented you, your heart ready to explode as you did so. You soon wanted more.

The problem was that you got it. Everything you asked for.

"Oh here he is" You quickly looked at the entrance of the restaurant and there he was. You couldn't help the little smile on your face. It had only been two days since you last saw him but you had already missed him. Always looking great and handsome and then she came in, took his hand and together approached your table.

"Happy birthday you old man!" Stephen hugged him "Sorry for being late. This is Dr Cristine Palmer"

"It's great to meet you,sir. Stephen has told me so much about you. I've read a lot of your work too. Big fan"

You knew she would come too. Your father said she was Stephen's date, Stephen said she was just a colleague. He needed a date for your father's birthday and "Christine is a very good friend that was available for the night. Nothing more" he had said and had kissed your forehead and you believed him.

"So Dr. Palmer, are you working a long time with Stephen?"

You could still feel his hand around you from your last get away weekend. His kisses down your neck, the hot sun in your face as you sat near the lake, the song you danced to in the kitchen could still be heard in the back of your head and if you focused hard enough you could still feel the overwhelming feeling you swore was love.

And despite that, she was sitting opposite of you. Bright like a rey of sunlight, successful, pretty, your father must already love her but most importantly so did Stephen. No matter how many times he denied it to you you couldn't shake off the feeling.

And there he was, sitting beside her, not ashamed or hiding his face. It made you wonder if that would ever be the case with you? If he would ever be as proud and happy to have you by his side,in restaurants and during walks, in family dinners and even in those dull charity events. Introduce you as something more than his friend’s daughter, as something more than a kid he had to drag along.

But then again perhaps things were better the way they were. A close and private relationship is always best even if they meant your friends and family don't even knowing, right?

Some boring conversations and introductions later the food had come and you sat quietly in your seat having lost all your appetite. No one had asked you a question in 45 minutes.

"So what are you studying?"

You looked at Christine quite confused as the whole table went silent waiting for your answer not having heard your voice for long time. You bit the inside of your cheek as Stephen took a sip of his drink and wrapped his hand around her shoulder looking at you too to speak.

As if he didnt know

And then he gave you a small smile

"I'm studying for a PhD in English Literature"

"Oh that's interesting"

"I had hundrwny different children become doctors but i couldn't get mine to do it’’ your father said with a bitter laugh yet loud enough for the whole table to hear his disappointment and you sighed.

"Technically you'll become a doctor too. Just the different kind one" Stephen smiled and Christine nodded sensing the tension.

She looked so pretty and relaxed it made you wonder if she knew what Stephen was doing last weekend, or perhaps for the past six months.

Actually he had developed quite a routine with you that sometimes had you asking yourself how no one had noticed your affair. Calling him every morning before your morning classes, sometimes even having lunch together, meeting you every friday night for your usual secret rendezvous on the other side of the city. You slept at his place, you ate at his place… it was only a couple weeks ago he was looking around apartments with you in New York, searching for somewhere nearby his place. It was only last weekend you ditched your friends for a little taste of him, a getaway weekend he planned just for the thrill of it. You had turned 25 in his arms for god’s sake.

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"Well that was fun" Christine said to Stephen as you walked out of the restaurant.

Soon the dinner was over and while you tried hard not to overthink how comfortable another woman was with your boyfriend you were in a terrible mood.

"Yes it was" you looked over them and you almost wanted to throw up. You looked as she placed her hand on his shoulder, you looked as she kissed his cheek.

"Are you gonna head home, would you want me to call you a cab?" Your mother asked

"It's alright, I can walk her home" Stephen said and you looked up to him puzzled. "A friend of Christine is gonna pick her up so.."

"Thanks Stephen. Well goodnight" your father said and you started walking to your place.

"Your father was kinda harsh on you today" he finally spoke

"Isn't he always?" You murmured under your breath, your eyes pinned on each of your steps not daring to meet up with his eyes.

"Someone's moody"he said playfully trying to lighten up the mood.

You snapped yourself out of your thoughts and turned to look at him for the first time.

Noticing the sadness on your face he halted, wrapping his hand around your waist to turn you around before quickly realising what he did and let you go. Biting your tongue to hold back the tears you looked at him, the look of betrayal and sadness all over your face.

"What's wrong baby?"

Your stomach felt like a knot, tying your insides so tightly you wanted to cry. You knew you probably just played around and it wasn't anything serious for you to be jealous but honestly you didn't know why it hurted so much watching him with another woman. You just couldn't take it.

"You can tell me" He talked sweetly and the concern in his voice almost made you smile. Sure he kissed her but it was you he walked home, your place he spent the nights to, it was you he cared about. And perhaps it didn't have to be official to make it real, perhaps being a secret made it even more special. Right?

Smiling you stepped closer, shortening the distance between you, before pulling him from the collar and kissed him deeply.,

In the end it didn't matter how many women he took out to dinners if he came back to you at night. He was yours.

"Y/N" he laughed uneasily, taking a step back, breaking the kiss.

"What?"You smiled, still a bit fuzzy from the kiss. He looked at you trying to find the right words before finally saying

"I think it might rain. We should walk a little bit faster," he said and started walking as if nothing had happened. Confused, you looked as he walked away, not understanding what had just happened.

"Y/N?" He called your name, noticing you had stood behind.

"I just kissed you and you talk about rain?" You said and he just stared at you waiting for you to quit it and start walking with him.

Instead you stood at your place stubbornly not moving an inch till he answered you. Taking a deep breath he took a few steps closer to you.

"Not in the street, there are people watching" he whispered as if he was talking about something bad.

"Well people we don't know"you said, firmly staying at your place, puzzled by his unusual behaviour.

Biting his inner lip, as he always did when stressed, he looked around quietly, not daring to look at you.

"say something"

"Come on dont do this"

"Do what? You are the one who doesn't want to kiss me"

"What do you want me to say?" He said angrily "I don't want people to see me making out with a kid Y/N. I have a career"

"A kid?"you laughed, looking at him with wide eyes, not believing what you had just heard. "A kid?" You repeated shocked "Was that what I am for you?" You asked, a sudden feeling of anger and betrayal creeping over you.

"Come on dont act like this. Let's go home" he sighed trying hard to avoid picking up a fight with you.

"No!" You exclaimed, taking a step back.

No you weren't going anywhere. How could he say such a thing? After you've been through together you were everything but a kid. "Why don't you want to kiss me? You kissed her"

"Christine is different" he said and then instantly regretted his words.

"Yes she is. Because she's supposed to be a friend whereas I-"

"You what?" He snapped, slowly getting tired of your act "What are you?" You stared at him in shock, your eyes welling up.

"Fuck" he muttered running his hand through his hair. He took a deep breath before sweetly taking your face into his hands.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he apologised, kissing your head but you flinched away. "Of course I want to kiss you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry"

"How could you say that?" You asked with a bitter laugh.

"I'm sorry" he said again but it wasn't enough. You hated how that made you feel. You weren't crazy, he didn't want to kiss you and you had to know why.

"I'm not a kid Stephen" you said now more serious, taking a step back to look at him.

"I know"

"Then why wont you kiss me?"

"Fuck Y/N why you have to do this!" He exclaimed and but you just stared at him.

"You kissed her" you murmured

"Don't get me wrong you're sweet and beautiful but none of this was serious and you know it" he said, his voice now low and gentle as if he was trying to explain something to a child. And perhaps he was, because you stared at him wide eyed trying to grasp each of his words, yet everything he said sounded so foreign in your ears.

"No I don't. We never talked about it, for me to know"

"We didn't talk about it because there wasn't anything to talk about." He explained, still not understanding why you were acting like that, his ignorance making you even more angry. "We both know it was -"

"What?! A one time thing?" You cut him off, defensively crossing your arms over your chest "Well don't get me wrong but it was more than one time Stephen"

You couldn't believe he thought of you as a child.

"This was never serious and you know it. Actually it's not just not serious it's wrong too" he finally said and you could swear your heart skipped a beat.

You took a couple steps back, looking anywhere but him, trying to hold back your tears.

"Perhaps if you were older" he said trying to soothe you but you just stayed silent.

"Do you like her?" You broke the silence and even in a city as alive as New York your words couldn't be more loud.

You didn't want him to answer that, too afraid of the answer. Yet you knew, somewhat hoped he would say just the thing you didn't want to hear.

"Y/N" his inability to look you in the eyes was enough of an answer.

"Do you like her, Stephen? Is that why you say this?"

"What no! Stop looking outside for the problem-"

"Oh you can say it. Say I'm the problem but don't deny that you love her"

"Love her?! Are you listening to yourself? We've just fucked a couple time, thats it" he said defensevily

"No Stephen no it's not just fucking. It's messages in the middle of the night, calls, parties, she is involved in every aspect of your life. And the worst thing isn't that you allow it, it's that you like it" you said now starting to get angry

"She's my friend and coworker"

"She's everywhere. Everywhere in your life and I'm nowhere"

"This is exactly why this can't work. You're so immature and needy"

"Why am I wrong? Where am I in your life? Who knows about me except for you? What the hell" you exclaimed looking at the other side.

"What the hell" you repeated now talking more to yourself.

You couldn't believe it after everything you've been through, everything you've done for him, all the lying to everyone you knew, the secrets you kept for him. How he let you all those months love and care for him, when he made you feel so special and sacred. What a fool you were.

"This is embarrassing" he said and you turned around and glared at him.

"You're so cruel Stephen. So cruel" you spat "I don't want to see you ever again"

#dr strange x reader #stephen strange x reader #dr strange x you #sinister strange x reader #stephen strange x you #benedict cumberbatch #dr stephen strange

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Me waking up from a nap sweaty, dizzy, thirsty, and slightly scared of life

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Guys I'm sorry you won't be hearing much from me for a while. Something very serious happened in my life and I barely have time to do anything. I'm just saying so you know i'm not ignoring your requests or anything I just don't have the required time to write them. Updates won't be frequent or in any order just those that can be done quickier. Till them sending much love!!!

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Guys I'm sorry you won't be hearing much from me for a while. Something very serious happened in my life and I barely have time to do anything. I'm just saying so you know i'm not ignoring your requests or anything I just don't have the required time to write them. Updates won't be frequent or in any order just those that can be done quickier. Till them sending much love!!!

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In the whole debate about whether or not FanFic writers deserve comments, or should demand more comments (which is so fucking stupid, they deserve comments, full stop), something I always see brought up in the argument against the desire for comments is: "I write for myself, so I don't care about comments. If you're writing just for the validation of others then you shouldn't be a writer/you should get thicker skin."

Look.

I write for myself.

But I post my writing to connect with others.

If you were writing just for yourself you wouldn't be posting it online. Whether or not you're aware of it, if you're posting something it's because you want other people to see it or interact with it.

If you truly didn't care, you wouldn't be posting it or your blog would be private.

When fanfic writers ask for comments 9/10 it's respectfully, it's not a demand. I remember the days back on FF.net where "I'll only post the next chapter until I have x amount of comments!" was a regular thing, but that trend has definitely died down at this point.

At this point writers asking for comments is more the equivalent of a YouTuber saying "Don't forget to Like, Comment, and Subscribe!" at the end of every video, but are we vilifying YouTubers for saying that?

No, because it's the norm. It's the formula.

So I don't get why we treat writers the same way.

9/10 FanFic writers want comments not out of a desperate need for validation, but because we want to connect with the rest of the fandom, and writing is the best way we know how to do that. But it's a two-way street: we're putting ourselves out there via our fanfics, but the rest of the fandom has to meet us halfway by acknowledging our existence via Likes or Reblogs or (preferably) Comments.

Picture it as a School Cafeteria. FanFic writers posting our stories is like someone coming up to your table and asking if they can sit with you.

If you don't acknowledge us, we're going to think nobody wants us there and we'll leave.

And as more and more fanfic writers leave the fandom, going off to sit at a different table to stick with the metaphor, the fandom is going to dwindle and eventually become stagnant and die out.

Because FanFic writers and Fan Artists and Gif Makers, we're the ones who keep putting out new material and new stuff that keeps the fandom alive and active and keep people engaged and interested. We're the heart that keeps pumping the blood of fandom.

And all that we ask is for a comment or a Reblog if you like our stuff.

If you think that that's too much of a demand then you're going to see the fandom die.

We're doing this all for free, out of our own free time, out of a desire to belong to a community that we love and care about.

But if that community doesn't accept us by not acknowledging us or the hard work we put in, we're just going to leave.

We also desire comments and commentary on our fics because for most of us we're trying to improve our writing skills, and we can't do that unless we learn what we're doing well and where we need to improve. We can't get better unless other people tell us what they like and what they didn't.

It's like handing in your homework but never receiving a grade for it, and then the teacher getting annoyed when you ask what your grade is. Did we do well? Are we passing the class? Are we flunking? What did we get wrong? What areas do we need to work on?

Saying that fanfic writers shouldn't want comments or Reblogs on their fics is baffling to me, because would you say that published authors shouldn't demand to be paid for the novels that they put out? Would you expect them to hand out stories for free?

If not, then why TF do you expect fanfic writers to do the same?

The only difference is WE ARE giving out our stories for free! The only thing we ask for is a measly comment to acknowledge our hard work!

It's truly not that much of an ask.

Just comment on the damn fics already.

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Guys I think we're busted

#benedict cumberbatch #*clears search history* #deletes the whole account

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Actually now that I don't mind them they seem to go away or is it just me? (Perhaps I'm not longer hot enough for them or something)

One of my daily routines is to block the fucking bots

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Reflections || Prologue

Pairing : Stephen Strange x Reader

Summery : after the blip Stephen has to face one more enemy; his feelings for you

Warnings : idiots in love, Stephen being in denial about his feelings, blip trauma, fluff that will potentially turn into angst (you know me)

So this is the prologue of this idea based on this ask that instead of a one-shot I decided to make into a series. This part is written from Stephen's point of view.

Stephen Strange had been many things in his life. An excellent example of a student according to his professors, one of the most well acclaimed neurosurgeons the world has ever known,a cocky asshole according to his coworkers, a womanizer according to all of his ex (heartless dick was the term used more often)But what he did not expect to be was a hero.

Stephen Strange was a universal hero, saving not only half of earth's but the universe's population. Now little children drew pictures of him, dressed up like him for halloween, people asked for photos and autographs they even made pages dedicated to him on social media. He was known, loved, admired, recognised by millions and if you excluded the blip his life was a dream. For a man like him who sought perfection in each ascept, in every little detail of his life, it all was a dream, his world was some short of utopia.

And then you came into the picture. You, you, lovely you who just had to turn his world upside down.

Don't get him wrong, he didn't hate you. How could he (that didn't mean he hadn't tried in the past). But how you made him feel was just enough to destroy everything. Well who is he kidding?

The truth was that he hated it. Everything that revolved or had anything to do with you he simply hated it. How his stomach twisted every time he smelled your perfume, that painful feeling of anticipation when he was to see you, how his palms get sweaty when you were around,how he smiled with the mere thought of you, how his heart beated uncontrollable when he talked with you at the point of paining him so much he just wanted to rip it out of his chest.

No, he hated it with all his heart. Utterly and completely. Perfection was about control and the way those feelings struck him was everything against it. There was no control in falling in love, how the heart suddenly got a mind of its own, how it defied logic, how it made him act like a seven year old stuttering and tripping over his words

(but it made you laugh. Humiliating but perhaps worth it)

To his eyes Stephen was nothing great but escpecially when it came to the matters of his heart he was also a coward.

"Good morning" he snapped himself out of his thoughts entering the kitchen where you had already woken up early and made tea.

"Oh hi" you beamed him a smile and he violently bit down his tongue to hold himself from smiling back. "Want some tea?" Stephen hummed, unable to talk, eyeing you quietly up and down however your every careful and precise move as you made him his tea (as always choosing his favorite cup, adding the perfect amount of honey just like he liked it).

You had known him many years (not so many without the blip but still), living with him in the Sanctum his apprentice he liked to call you thought you were practicing the mystic arts a long time before he did. You weren't friends, he wouldn't use that word. You were patient and understanding with him at the first period of his studies but after becoming Sorcerer Supreme for some reasons you still kept your distance.

Only for everything to chance with the blip. After coming back everything was different alongside you too, no matter how much you both tried to cling onto who you used to be. Things had changed because of the desperate need to connect with something somewhat stable he could perhaps call you now a friend.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked

"Yeah, you?"

He knew you were lying. There was a very specific type of uncomfortness clouded over the futures of your face each time you lied, an easy to spot uneasiness he had come to easily recognise after times of observing your beautiful face. He couldn't really blame you though. After five years being blipped he too avoided closing his eyes, afraid he'd be dragged back into that cold darkness.

"Yes" he said, his hands reaching for the cup you held to him, your hands accidentally brushing against each other for a mere moment enough however to memorize that softness of your touch.

"Thank you Y/N" finally he said and only now you met his gaze.

He could say your name a million times, repeat it for an eternity and never get bored of its godly sound.

Every morning it was the same dream, the same nightmare. You in the kitchen making his tea so beautiful, so lovely,warm, so oblivious of the caos you caused inside of him, so close to him you were almost his. Until he said your name and brought himself back to reality. And just like that you felt cold, distant , putting him so far from you in the most cruel way keeping him away. You stood so close to him yet you weren't his, perhaps you'd never be.

His heart once again beated faster than he could catch on while his thoughts tripped over one another, all the things he wanted to tell you, all the things he couldn't say becoming a mess as he starred into your eyes. Before finally saying in a surprisingly calm and steady voice "You know you can wake me up and you can't sleep right?"

"Am I interrupting something?" Suddenly Wong walked in, uncomfortably standing in the middle of the kitchen looking at you two as with his entress you immediately broke eye contact, one of you staring at the floor while the other at the ceiling.

"No. I was just gonna check those books you asked me to" you quickly said, leaving your cup on the counter before hastily walking away from them.

Wong observed as Stephen's eyes drafted on your back followed your figure till you completely got out of the room, like a sad puppy staring at its owner leaving them at home and leaving. He fakely coughed trying to get his friends attention back to him.

"What?"

"You're such an idiot"

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I relized that maybe the scenario I sent was done many times so I want to send another one.

Maybe a super fluffy fic where Stephen and reader go on their firs date. Maybe they go ice-skateing or a walk trough the park or just a coffee shop. Do whatever you want with that.

Again, please excuse my english if it has any mistakes.

And I will say it again and again, I love your work♡♡

First of all sorry for taking me a while to answer and your english is perfect (english isn't my first language either) and also thank you for liking my work❤️

So -I can't explain how much I loved the idea- started writing the one-shot but then I combined it with your other ask and I couldn't stop wriring so it now turned into a whole series!

I'll post the first part in a min and I put here the link (watch me trying to do it with my battery at 4% and an unstable connection to wifi)

It's here

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Maybe like r and Stephen were dating back in metro general but Stephen wanted Christine and left r and then Stephen regrets leaving her then years later they meet again?

(Sorry for taking me so long to answer)

I've actually already written something like this it's called the 1 it's a two one-shots series. Honestly I just abandoned it bc not many people seemed interested but perhaps I'll write a part 3 now for when they meet after the blip if you guys want :)