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silliestbillyinsillytown · 13 days

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whiny!stephen glass x fem reader

warnings; sexual content, needy stephen, no clear sub/dom dynamics, nipple play, creampie, size!kink if u squint, hickeys, slightly subby stephen, teasing, overstimulation,

”hey y/n? if i invited you over and all we did was okay monopoly would you come?” he spoke in your doorway right after getting up to leave your office, he was just asking you to check up on his work before he submitted it. “oh, um i would really like that stephen.” you flashed him a shy smile before quickly looking back at your papers scattered across your desk, trying not to make eye contact for too long, you were scared he would notice how hard you were trying to keep your voice steady. stephen was always such a sweet guy. he made you very a little nervous, the way you could ever so slightly feel his warm breath against your neck when he peered over at your computer, or the way he was constantly complimenting you and praising you for your ‘captivating’ writing, or the way he stared a little too hard at you during meetings.

“well.. are you free tonight?” he spoke staring at his notepad, unintentionally mirroring you. you wondered for a short second if you made him nervous too.. “oh yeah, i am actually.” “great wanna come over maybe around 6? oh that’s around dinner time isn’t it.. i could make dinner for us as well?” he spoke in an shy tone, like he had thought out every word down to the syllable. “oh yeah that would be great steve!” “i was thinking i’d maybe make creamy pesto pasta, or um if you don’t like pasta i could make something else! anything you want..” oh god he’d really fucked up this time he knows it! you probably hate pasta that was such a stu-“no no, i would love pasta.” your sweet tone melted away his worried instantly, leaving a warm feeling behind in his chest.

i could hardly wait for work to end today, although i felt i could probably keel over and die from how nervous i was. i felt like a teenager again waiting for my first date with a cute boy i had a crush on. i spent all the couple hours i had before going to stephens taking my time getting ready, showering, reapplying my makeup, straightening my hair, picking out an outfit. usually i pass out as soon as i get home from work, getting some much needed rest but i was wide awake with anticipation today.

i walked up the steps to stephens door, taking a deep breath to attempt to calm myself down, it worked, kind of.. i wrang the doorbell and stephen answered very quickly, i smiled at the thought of him waiting like a puppy by the window waiting for my car to pull in.

“hey y/n! come on in!” he said stepping out of the way for you to come inside, the smell hit you as soon as he opened the door, an amazing smell, enough to make you starved instantly. “stephen that smells amazing.” “oh yeah the foods nearly ready, i really hope you like it it’s my moms recipe.” he spoke leading you into the kitchen.

your nervousness had melted away after dinner with stephen. he was just so perfect, he was so intently listening to every word you said, it felt like you had an endless amount of things to talk about when you were with stephen, endless laughs. you just loved seeing his wide smile and the way his eyes scrunched up while he looked you at you, just a simple smile was enough to make you squirm. he was just so gorgeous.

he led you into his well furnished living room. family photos, candles, his endless amount of books, his home had such a safe aura that really reminded you of your childhood home. he pulled out monopoly from under his coffee table, you shuddered a bit as his hand brush led against your thigh as he sat up. you really felt embarrassed at the warm feeling something so small and unnoticed gave you. “i wanna be the little shoe!” you yelled as soon as you saw it, picking it up immediately. “geez, okay.” he laughed at your reaction. god you were so beautiful he couldn’t help thinking as he stared a little too long at your face, your shiny hair that just smelled so good, your gorgeous eyes and lips, and he could see the tinniest but of clevage in your shirt but trust me it was enough to make him feel something.

you noticed his staring after a second and it instantly embarrassed you, had you done something stupid? did you have food on ur face??

he leaned in before you could even process it, lifting your chin up with his thumb and index finger before planting a soft kiss against your lips. you thought your head might actually explode, barely processing what had happened before he pulled away. “i’m really sorry i just did that without thinking oh god you can leave if you want i didn’t-“ before he could finish you pulled him back in for another kiss, instantly silencing him, warmth spread through your whole body making you feel a light headed. he snaked his hand around to the back of your neck, lightly slipped his tongue into your mouth begging to taste you as he pulled you flush against his chest, he could feel your tits pressed up against him and he groaned ever so slightly into your mouth at the feeling of his dick throbbing in his pants begging to feel you around him.

your kisses became more intense and passionate gripping his soft hair in your manicured fingers. he started to lean back onto you trapping you between his body and the couch, gently reaching his hand up to rest on your waist. heat pulsed from your core all the way through your body as you felt his bulge press against your stomach, you broke the kiss for only a moment when you started to lift up your shirt discarding it on the ground, leaving you in only your skirt and bra. he reconnected the kiss before starting to run his hand over your stomach and up up up until he reached your boob, gently pulling the fabric down just enough for your breast to pop out.

he broke the kiss again as he started peppering kisses down your neck before he finally reached you exposed breast, gently sucking and kissing at your nipple before tugging the other side of your bra down. “fuck stephen.” you whimper gasping as he nips at your other nipple. “oh i’m sorry i’m sorry did i hurt you?!” he spoke instantly pulling his mouth away from your chest with a guilty look in his face. “no baby.. it felt good” you smiled at his reaction, he sighed in relief before attaching himself back onto your chest, instead focusing on peppering your tits and collarbone with hickeys. he loved seeing you all marked up.. something about it made his dick throb, just knowing he was the one to leave them on your perfect skin.

“could i please touch you? please?” he nearly begged (as if you would ever refuse him) as he started to run his hand down your stomach nearing the waistband of your skirt, toying with the little bow right below your belly button. “of course stephen..” you smiled at the dazed look in his eyes. he kissed you again as he gently slipped his hand into your skirt.. then into your panties. you whimper into his mouth as he brushes a finger against your clit, barely touching it. heat pulsed through your whole body as your felt your tummy flutter, dizzy and fucked out as you started to beg into his mouth for more clawing at his clothed back with one hand and gripping his hair with the other. stephen thought he could actually be dreaming at this point, you were just so so perfect, absolutely made for him in every way. he could cum in his pants just by hearing your small whimpers and the way you beg for him to touch you and the way you writhe underneath his broad body.

“please stephen stop teasing me.. just touch me” he replayed your words in his head as he gave in, slipping a finger down to feel just how wet you are. fucking soaked. slipping his finger into his mouth as he stood up and ripped your panties off, discarding them on the floor just as he had done for the rest of your clothes. he was tired of waiting, he needed to taste you right. now.

as he sat between your legs before he spoke, “can i taste you princess? please” “yeah.. i need it stephen” you said mindlessly, you weren’t lying either, you thought you might cry if he didn’t touch you already. he gently began kissing and sucking marks all over your thighs before wrapping his arms around you thighs to keep you still. he licked a stripe up your pussy, before planting a kiss right on your clit. “fuck stephen!” you moaned out as he started to lick and suck your sensitive clit, rubbing his finger against your tight entrance. he started to rub against the couch trying to seek any relief, he was so hard it hurt. he moaned into your pussy as he continued his assault on your clit gently pushing a finger into your hole. “stephen please stop teasing me i need you.. please.” you begged as you dug your nails into his scalp, pushing his head deeper into your cunt. he didn’t mean to tease you he just loved hearing you beg.. he knows you needed it so he gave it to you, even if he would like to hear you beg all night.

he pushed his finger all the way into your cunt, continuing to suck and kiss your clit. god they were just so much bigger then your own fingers, curling his finger upwards to his that spot that makes you cry out, and oh it did. you couldn’t keep yourself quiet as he added another finger, as soon as he did that you knew you wouldn’t last long, the hand in his hair had become a death grip, unable to hold back your loud moans you felt that familiar feeling come back to you quickly. “stephen.. i’m gonna come” you said in a pained voice as tears welled in your eyes. “oh fuck oh fuck!” your body began to writhe as he continued to pump his fingers in and out quickly, making sure you ride out your orgasm. or at least you thought.. but even as you stilled and the overwhelming pleasure went away it was quickly replaced with pain as he continued even as you had finished your orgasm, “stephen stop it hurts.” you whimpered out, but no. he wouldn’t. he needed you to cum again. “please just one more.. you can do that for me can’t you?” he spoke into your pussy quickly before returning the same pace as before, holding you down as you writhe.

but the pain was slowly dissolved as the pleasure returned, your moans had turned into whimpers and cries as you felt yourself getting close again, fucking music to his ears. ”i’m gonna cum again stephen” you said in a quiet tone just above a whisper, barely able to make any noise other then a whimper. “cmon sweetheart you can do it” he mumbled into your pussy as your second orgasm took over your whole body, all you could think about was the pleasure in between your legs and him.

he licked up your release from his fingers, savouring the taste of *you* on his tongue. he returned above you, placing a deep kiss on your lips as you still recover from your intense orgasm panting and shaking trying to catch your breath. “please stephen i want you inside me” you begged as he smiled against your lips, his painful erection still evident in his pants. “are you sure sweetheart? you still seem like you need some time to recover” he asked in a genuine voice, you can’t get over how sweet this man was in front of you, where has he been all your life? you had never had a man eat you out so well, give you such a mind numbing orgasm. but stephen was a ladies man, always so focused on your happiness, and pleasure.

“please stephen.. i need it” you said as you began unbuttoning his shirt working your was down down down, revealing his skinny and broad frame, and his cute little happy trail that went down to his.. there’s no need to imagine it anymore, you finally get to see it, touch it, feel it, have it. you slipped his shirt off his shoulders, planting kisses on his collarbone and chest, running your tongue over his nipple lightly, stephen sucked in a harsh breath at this a dazed expression on his gorgeous face. their sensitive i’ll remember that. you thought to yourself before making you way down, you undid his belt, then the button on his pants. bulge so evident in his loose pants, the size surprised you just from looking at it through his clothes, he stopped you and pulled his pants down leaving him in just his boxers before sitting back between your legs, you could hardly breath from anticipation.

he rested both your legs to rest against his shoulder, giving him access to finally remove your small pleated skirt. he soaked in the beautiful sight of your fully naked body, from the expression on his face you would’ve thought he was looking at a beautiful piece of art in a museum, you felt slightly embarrassed by his staring but you resisted your urge to cover up. “your so so beautiful. every part of you if just perfect.” he said shyly, you can’t believe he would still avoid eye contact even after giving you the best head of your life but he couldn’t help it.. you made him nervous and he was always so unsure of himself, scared of saying the wrong thing and making you hate him forever.

he started to pull his boxers down feeling bad that he wasn’t fully naked yet, you heart dropped as you saw it.. you’d never ever guess a shy guy like stephen to be so big, it was maybe 7.5 inches? and so so thick. he bashfully stroked it once before returning above you to plant more kisses on your lips and neck, your head was spinning feeling it press against your thigh. it twitched slightly as it touched your leg, he whimpered like a girl feeling his dick pulse. “could i please?” he said this in such a whiny voice, how could you refuse him?

“of course baby go ahead.” you said reaching your hands to touch his stomach as he eased the tip in. a look of pain covered his face, his eyebrows knitting together and his mouth slightly agape. he slides in inch by inch, groaning as he works his way in. the sting sets in immediately, it’s been a while since you’ve had sex, and you’ve never had anyone as big as him.. “fuck your so big stephen” you cry as you claw at his arms that are rested comfortably on the curve of your waist. “i’m so sorry baby i know it hurts, do you want me to stop?” he strokes your hair as he stills inside you waiting for your response. “no no please i just.. take it slow okay?” he nods as he continues to ease in. the look of pain returns to his face as he tried to keep going slow, resisting the urge to push ur legs up to ur ears and fuck you senseless.

he looked so gorgeous like this, his adams apple bobbing slightly and he swallowed. “your so beautiful steve.” you think aloud and a look of surprise then a boyish smile covered his face looking down at where your bodies meet, he’s beautiful? there’s no way you really though that.. no, you were the beautiful one.

“really?” stephen said a bit above a whisper, hardly heard over small pants as he continued to work his way in and out of you. “of course sweet boy.” he whimpered at this small comment his head falling down to the crook of your neck, hands finding a spot to rest along the curves of your body. he continues to thrust into you, taking his time to feel you.

“fuck..-princess” he groaned out speeding up slightly, unable to hold back any longer. digging his fingernails into the dip in your waist, forcefully holding you still. planting open mouth kisses all over your neck, sucking hickeys and leaving gentle bites all over your chest. he rested his hand right down on top of your stomach pushing down slightly. “do you fucking feel that? can you feel me in your stomach?” his dirty talk stung your ears, such an unfamiliar sound coming from stephens mouth.

but oh fuck. yeah you could. whimpers and words of encouragement keep spilling from your mouth, you can’t help but clench around him every single time he moves inside you. “your such a good boy for me, aren’t you steve?” your are babbling at this point, slurring your words, do fucked out you can barely think. but that’s okay, because when your with stephen you don’t have to think. he’ll take care of you.

“yeah-fuck.. y/n” he almost sounds like he’s crying when he says this, fingers finding your clit as he starts going faster, pushing your legs over his shoulders as he pounds you. your legs begin to shake as you hold onto him desperately, that warm ache returning back to your stomach. “steve.-fuck im gonna cum” you cried out into his ear. “can i please please cum inside you princess? please you’ll let me right?” he perks right up as soon as he hears you say this, looking you right in the eyes while he begs.

“i..yeah steve yeah go ahead..” his whimpers turn into cries at this point, his thrusts become sloppy and random, but that feeling in your stomach only becomes stronger, gradually building to your climax.

you can’t help but shake and hold onto steve desperately, legs and arms desperately wrapping around him, needing him as humanly close as possible. you wished you could just merge into one being right now. stephen continues to whimper and cry into your neck as he finally came, a warm feeling floods your inside. feeling so full and content.

a/n: kinda hate this wow.. i haven’t written anything in a long time so i’m sorry if this is bad LOLLL but i hope you enjoyed regardless. lemme know what else you would like to see for stephen glass or any other of hayden christensens characters!

#anakin skywalker smut #hayden christensen #sam monroe smut #stephen glass smut #stephen glass #shattered glass #anakin skywalker #star wars #sam monroe #darth vader #smut #stephen glass x reader #anakin x reader #anakin smut

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sbnslver · 2 years

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Don’t Be A Fool

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Female! Reader

Warnings: Fluff! Also talk about an injury No Multiverse of Madness Spoilers!

A/N: IM BACK!! I will say this again STEPHEN STRANGE IS THE BEST MAN AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. Now that school is ending soon I can get back to writing! Requests are open.

Word Count: 1.22k

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Out of all the things that could have gone wrong, this has to be the most embarrassing. You were attempting to hang up a new shower curtain when you lost your footing on the side of the bathtub. You landed on your foot the wrong way and heard an unsettling crack. You cringed at the noise as you came tumbling down. To make matters worse, you’re home alone and this fall has rendered you immobile.

You sort through all the possible options for your next move, which are either calling an ambulance and causing a huge unnecessary scene or reaching your best friend, whom you just so happen to have a huge crush on, Stephen Strange.

Since you live at the near top of your apartment complex in the bustling city of New York, you opt for the latter and lose a bit of your dignity. As you’re sitting on the floor of your bathroom with a throbbing ankle, you reach into your pockets and pull out your phone, calling Stephen. You’d figure it was best since he’s both a full-time wizard and a part-time doctor.

The phone rings a total of 3 times before the other end is answered and you hear the low voice of your best friend.

"Y/N? What’s wrong? You never call me." The worried tone in his voice doesn’t go unnoticed.

"Nothing special, just sitting around, bored... you?" You answered as coolly as you could.

"And for some reason, I have trouble believing that," he sighed. "Tell me what happened before I portal there." He said sternly.

"Well you see, I was putting up my shower curtain and-"

"I’m on my way, don’t move." He hung up before you could even explain yourself.

You sigh, defeated. You rest your back against your tub and cross your arms, patiently awaiting for Stephen to show up and reprimand you as he always did.

"Y/N where are you?" You heard Stephen shout from down the hall.

"In the bathroom, where else?" You replied, you guessed this was the price for free healthcare.

"Geez, really"? Stephen sighed at the sight before him. You were sprawled out on your bathroom floor with your ankle propped up with visible and prominent swelling. "Let’s get you outta here." He extended his hand outward to you, waiting for you to grab hold. "Hold my hand."

"What?" you needed to know if you heard him correctly.

"Just hold it so I can get you to your room." He rolled his eyes, getting impatient.

You grabbed his warm hand and he hoisted you up from the ground, getting a small inhale of your breath from the sudden pressure being put on your ankle.

"Hang on to me, don’t put pressure on it, it’s only going to make it worse."

You both slowly made your way down the hall and into your bedroom, hopping and limping every step of the way. Stephen grabbed both of your hands as he helped you to sit gently on your bed while he got to work examining your injury. The intimacy and closeness caused your cheeks to burn.

"Well, the good news is that it isn’t broken and I know a simple spell that can reduce the swelling." He suddenly spoke, his eyebrows creasing, and you had to fight the urge to smooth it over. "I hate seeing you like this, you know, but I’m glad you trust me enough to ask for my help." He gave a small smile and said, "I really appreciate our friendship."

Your heart broke into thousands of pieces as the last word of his sentence echoed in your head. Of course, he thought of you as just a friend. Your face must have resembled your messy emotions because Stephen shot up and was frantically asking if you were in any pain and where.

"No, I think I’m okay. I just need to lie down," you stammered, struggling to keep your composure in front of him.

"I think you may be right. If you need anything, and I mean anything, don’t hesitate to call me." And without another word, he vanished completely, leaving you alone with your thoughts and racing heart.

Your ankle was long forgotten and all you could think about was how your doubts were true. Stephen really didn’t think of you as anything more than a friend. You know you shouldn’t be as sad as you are, but it’s hard when, for the better half of your adulthood, you harbored feelings for him and you secretly hoped he had felt the same way. It’s as if you wasted your time going after him.

Almost as quickly as he left, Stephen came back, carrying a small bag with him.

"Hey I know you said you wanted to sleep, but I figure if you’re really in pain you can take some over the counter meds-" His eyes finally met yours as you were sitting on your bed. Streams of tears left streaks on your face before you could quickly hide them away. "Are you in pain? Did my spell not work?" He came and gently sat down next to you, placing his warm hand on your shoulder and giving it a comforting squeeze.

He was worried about you. It was the worst feeling because you liked it. His worrying about you as much as he did made you feel special. "Why are you doing this to me?" you whispered to yourself, hoping he wouldn’t hear you.

"What do you mean?" He straightened up and looked at you fearfully, scared of what you might say next. "I care about you. I want to take care of you." He lifted your chin to force your eyes to meet his. "This isn’t easy for me to say, but you are so important to me and I’d do anything for you. And I know I’m not the best guy, but I really try to be for you." His eyes held the greatest amount of sincerity you had ever seen. Your eyes started to water at his sudden confession. He wiped them away before they could travel down your cheeks.

"Stephen," you sighed, "being friends with you isn’t enough. I-we can’t be friends anymore…it’s not enough for me." Your hands went up to cradle his, which had been holding your face. You brought them down to your lap where you rubbed your thumbs over his hand, giving him time to say something, anything.

Instead of words, he quickly pulled you into him, wrapping you in a bone-crushing hug. His hand went to cradle your head and slowly rock back and forth, "Oh I'm so glad you said that." He said it in your ear, petting your hair. "I like you too, so much. You're everything. You're my best friend, and I could never ask for anything more."

“Thank you Stephen, for letting me into your life and allowing me to start this new adventure with you.” You smiled from ear to ear allowing yourself to wrap your own arms around him and give him a tight squeeze. You felt a soft kiss in your hair and you felt the rapid beating of his heart resembling your own.

“I’m never letting you go by the way, you’re in this for the long run” he laughed.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

#Stephen Strange #doctor strange #Doctor Stephen Strange #doctor strange imagine #stephen strange x reader #doctor strange x reader #doctor strange scenario #stephen strange imagines #marvel x reader #multiverse of madness

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infiniteeight8 · 7 months

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ironstrange meet America Chavez

This got a little out of hand. I really thought I could make it in 200 or 300 words. 663 words later...

When a star-shaped hole is punched into the universe, right in the middle of the upscale restaurant where Stephen and Tony are dining, Stephen can’t help thinking, Of course. Of course our first proper date in six weeks has to be interrupted.

Resentment aside, his shields are up and he can hear Tony’s armor engaging before anything steps out of the odd portal.

When something does, Stephen has to forcibly remind himself that appearances can be deceiving. Just because the visitor looks like a teenage girl in a denim jacket doesn’t mean that’s what it is.

Except that she looks around the restaurant with visible surprise and says, “Oh! I’m interrupting, aren’t I? Geez, I’m sorry.” She looks right at Stephen. “Usually you’re reading in the Sanctum about this time. Every other visit it’s been fine. I guess that couldn’t go on forever, though.”

“Usually?” Stephen asks, wary. “I’ve never met you before.”

“Usually as in other yous in other universes,” the girl says cheerfully.

Other universes. This just got complicated. Traveling the multiverse is supposed to be impossible.

Tony’s synthesized voice interrupts. “Shall we take this discussion outside?”

Stephen risks a glance. They’ve garnered quite a crowd. Tony’s right, they need to remove themselves, if only for the sake of potential damage control. Fortunately, the girl raises no objection. The three of them leave—Tony waving at the Maitre d’ so that he knows they’ll get paid—and Stephen portals them to the Sanctum.

“So, you’re Stephen Strange,” the girl says, dropping comfortably onto a sofa, “and I’m America Chavez. But I don’t know the robot.”

“They don’t have Iron Man in your universe?” Tony sounds incensed, but he doesn’t raise the faceplate.

America’s face lights up with recognition. “Oh! Yeah, I see it now. Sorry, all the memorials leave the helmet out.”

Tony does let the helmet retract at that. “Memorials?”

America winces. “Yeah. You’re, um. You’re usually dead by this point in the timeline.”

Stephen can’t help the shock of dismay that arcs through him. He shoots a quick glance at Tony, as if the words themselves might strike him down. Tony responds with a reassuring smile and a tap at his chestplate, a reminder not of the arc reactor, but that Friday is always monitoring his health.

“Did I interrupt a date?” America asks. She looks thrilled.

“Yes,” Stephen says carefully. “Is that… significant?”

“Not in a multiversal sense,” America assures them. “But it’s good news for my whole reason for these visits! My Stephen—” She falters and then goes on, “Well, not the Stephen from my original universe, but my favorite Stephen— Is it bad that I have a favorite Stephen?” She looks to Stephen to answer this question, wide eyed.

Stephen’s at a loss for an answer. Fortunately, Tony steps in with a grin. “Nah, I think it's pretty natural. This one is my favorite Stephen.”

America laughs, bouncing a little in her seat. “I love this! Anyway, my Stephen is convinced that he’s somehow cosmically doomed to be unhappy.” She sighs. “I mean, he’s been through some shit, I’m not saying he doesn’t have a right to his issues, but he doesn’t believe me or Wong when we tell him that things will get better if he puts the work in. So I thought, if I can prove to him that misery isn’t his multiversal destiny, it might help him get out of this rut he’s in.”

“I see.” Slowly, Stephen sinks down onto the couch opposite America. Tony sits beside him. “How’s that going?”

She shrugs “Some good, some bad. I’m still gathering data. But this—” She gestures between him and Tony, lighting up again. “This is really promising! Tell me everything. It can only help if I can tell my Stephen he’s capable of a happy long term relationship.”

Stephen trades a bemused glance with Tony, but, well, it really doesn’t seem like it could hurt anything. And Tony does love talking about their relationship.

They settle in.

#IronStrange #ficlet.

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firawren · 6 months

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Thoughts on my first viewing of Jane Eyre 2006

(I have a vague notion that I've watched this before, but if so, I'd forgotten most of it.)

Overall: Really enjoyed it! Both Ruth Wilson and Toby Stephens did a great job, it packed an emotional punch, and I thought the screenplay did a decent job at condensing the novel into its nearly 4-hour running time.

Now for some more detailed random thoughts:

WTF is a "half-cousin," St John?? (I guess they did this to make it less weird for him to want to marry his cousin? But it just makes it more weird to me, because that's not A Thing.)

Even though my husband was like "Why does Jane even like him?", I thought Rochester was a bit too nice. I especially wanted more of him being super cranky when Jane is not letting him buy her fancy stuff or refusing to eat dinner with him, because he deserves to be driven crazy by this after the Blanche Ingram stunt. He also wasn't quite weird enough. But, I did like his passion, strength, and charm, and he had great chemistry with Jane.

Ruth Wilson portrayed Jane's passionate spirit trapped under a calm and proper exterior really well.

The proposal scene was great! The drah-mah! The romance! The laughing in the rain afterwards!

This is controversial, but I loved the sexy stuff when Rochester is trying to convince Jane to stay, because it definitely is a sexual temptation for her that she has to overcome, and the sexual tension between them is so palpable in the book. They translated this well to screen, IMO.

I missed the religious themes from the book. It's an integral part of Jane's choice and Rochester's redemption, and God is an actual entity that drives the plot in the book. You don't have to believe in religion in real life to appreciate it within the universe of a piece of media.

I also missed St John's famous line "You were built for labour, not love." Why cut that? It's such a great line! And by "great," I mean it makes me want to punch St John in the face or throw up.

As usual, Jane and Rochester are too attractive. Especially Rochester. I mean geez, Toby Stephens?!

No, we don't have a potion for that, sir, because you're already extremely handsome! 🙄

#jane eyre 2006 #jane eyre #mr rochester #toby stephens #ruth wilson #gifs #film analysis #i watched this months ago and forgot to post it

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siremasterlawrence · 10 months

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Safe Haven

There he is exiting the silver prison gates to my car within this stern facial expression so hardcore.

He opens the car door slipping in to the seat he turns to face with me leaning to give me a kiss.

He seems a bit different today he lays his head on me with that faux fur jacket in my face.

The air conditioner in the car blows rushing in to our face sitting back in to the seat he smirks.

Ideas are percolating in his mind God knows what he thinks and he kisses down my neck sweetly.

His hard abs press on my side skin rubbing on my skin it’s cooling affect on me is very impressive.

The car speed upward on the block feeling his body on my I love his hands spread over me.

This tough guy obviate become a pussy fog life I should thank who ever I did it to him thought he is mad.

I am the one who is truly going to reap all of the rewards of it and he kisses upward to my lips.

My mind became roam with many crazy idea snapping my finger his eyes roll back in to the socket.

The his eye kids close and head falling back on to my shoulder I crack up laughing as his cock rises.

I whisper him to imagine being alone in the car with an automatic driver cruise control taking you on a wild ride.

Parking a few minutes later snapping him to reality he is mindless puppet state he exits the car.

He follows me in to the apartment building on to the staircase staring ahead in total obedience

The door closes automatically locking in place as expected I face him pointing to yet chair.

Leaning in to him I grab his kissing leaning in to him kissing him slowly I usurp what little power he has left.

Happily I walk over to the shades switching them off as the darkness settles in I sit in his lap.

Continuously I guide him to the Lowe self his breaking point he no longer is in control of anything.

“I am your Lord and Master”

“Yes Master Lawrence “

“Place your hands on my waist “

“Kiss me, embrace it”

“You love my lips “

“They taste so good”

“No thoughts “

“No worries “

“Inhale my scent “

“You love it “

“Feel my body “

“It’s perfect “

“Everything about me”

“You obey me”

“I command you “

“Own you “

“You desire only me”

“Willing to be transformed”

“You are my Safe Haven Master Lawrence “

The end

Pretty Fire

“Hey Colton, what’s up?”

“Are you ready?”

“Bowling Alley”

“Hell yeah!”

“Hello”

“Master Lawrence? Am I right “

“Yep! That’s me”

“Let’s go “

“Hell yeah !”

“I will beat you both”

“Sorry Master”

“Master Lawrence “

“Here we are “

“Let’s do this “

“Nice lights “

“Cool…cool”

“I mean really look”

“Yeah! It is beautiful “

“Oh My God”

“Can’t stop staring at it”

“My eyes are growing heavy”

I stand behind him wrapping his arms over his shoulder pressing him against him telling him to look at the lights

I stare to rubbing his shoulders while I kiss his cheek and he squirms pressing my cock in his ass.

Colton slips on his feet falling back in to my arms my scent covering his whole body in my wonder.

“Wow! I am your Lord, Master and God”

“I own and rule you “

“Yes! Master Lawrence “

“Fuck me”

“Please “

“I crave your control”

The end

Fuck Wad

aron and Colton are fast asleep even past the sound of the heavy knocking on the front door of my apartment and I am far to pissed for me to care about whatever the asshole wants.

There he is the Stephen Amell owner of the building very inquisitive about current event in my life why did I ignore the rules of my lease and the hot air puffs flow from his ears.

“Before you say anything “

“Listen to me”

“Sigh”

“Did you just “

“I tried

“What?”

“I can’t take you seriously “

“How dare you ?”

“Bois help him in”

“Nooo! HELP!”

“Coved his moronic mouth “

“Seal it shut”

“Much better “

“Take a whiff of this”

“Struggling huh?”

“Didn’t think so”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“I love it “

“Disrobe him”

“Nice body “

“Play with him and then dress him in this “

“Boss?”

“Just do it “

“Geez”

“Sit him in the chair to”

Snap

“What huh?”

“Where am I?”

“I am your Master Lawrence “

“Kneel for me “

“Yes! Master Lawrence “

The end

#taron egerton #safe haven #hypnosis #mind control #colton haynes #bowling alley #The Ultimate Nerd’s Stable #Pretty Fire #stephen amell #sebastian stan

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brunchable · 2 years

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Chapter III - Under the Influence || Surgeon!S.S. x Nurse!Reader.

Words: 3.2K

Genre: Hospital Romance, Love Triangle/Square, Sexual Tension.

Warnings: None.

Pairings: Stephen Strange x Reader.

A/N: sorry it's short, there's so much going on IRL right now. i'm so tired and I get distracted easily nowadays.

Reblogs, comments and hearts are very much appreciated <3

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The apartment that Stephen occupied did not have a cosy or welcoming atmosphere; while it could have had a beautiful view due to the large glass windows that he had installed, it was dreary and lonely. You look at the many displays that are situated near, and as you move about, your fingers go over the shelves. He had a great number of awards—he was born to be a doctor; you believe that he deserves to be where he is right now.

You thought it was the delivery person for the meal when the doorbell rang, but Stephen was stern with you when he told you not to open it for anybody else. Once again, the doorbell was rung by the individual who was on the other side of the door. If that were the delivery guy, wouldn't he have simply left it at the front door?

You approached his bedroom with reluctance, doing your best to refrain from prying as much as possible. You were still able to hear the water flowing inside his private bathroom. On the other side of that door, he’s naked. You cleared your throat as well as your intrusive thoughts.

“Hey Strange?” You yelled at the entrance of his room. Soon after you called out his name, the pitter-patter came to an abrupt halt.

“Yeah?” The deepness of his voice came through the door.

“I think dinner’s here. Should I open the door?”

“No! I’ll do it. Give me one second.”

You left to sit patiently on the high chair by the counter where your best friend from the Presbyterian rang you, “Hey Priya~”

“Hey (Y/N)~ How’s MGH treating my bestie?” She asked you through the phone and you instantly sighed, “Was that a sigh? Are you not settling in well babe?”

“No, I am. It’s just—a lot has happened in the last few days, I can’t even begin to…” You trailed off and did a double take as you spotted Stephen on your peripheral vision strolling out of his bedroom with a maroon towel tightly wrapped around his waist and a smaller towel in hand to dry his hair off, “...describe.”

Your eyes couldn’t help but drift lower from his broad shoulders, down his chiselled chest and down to his defined apollo’s belt. Sweet Lord almighty. As much as you wanted it to be a delusion, drool was definitely accumulating within your mouth. Priya was on the other line wanting to catch up with you tomorrow night but you were too distracted to even hear it. When the corner of Stephen’s mouth twisted up ever-so-slightly, you tore your attention away from his physique. Did the temperature in his apartment become warmer or was it just you?

“Sorry Priya? I didn’t catch what you were saying.”

“I said, do you want to join me and the girls tomorrow night? We miss you.” She repeated the invitation as Stephen walked around you, watching you like a hawke—curious as to who you’re talking to.

“I would love to join you tomorrow night, where are we meeting?” You accepted your best friend’s invitation, raising your brows at the man as he disappeared into the hallway to attend to the door.

“PHD Rooftop Lounge at Dream Downtown. 10pm, sharp. Oh, and wear something sexy—Leana’s boyfriend’s birthday so they’ll be a lot of bachelors.”

“Did you invite me to catch up or to hook up?” You called her out for asking you to dress to impress.

“Both. I am dying to know how you are, the men are just there to make the evening more exciting.”

You chuckled, “Geeze, Priya—We’ll catch up tomorrow. I have to go.” You said your goodbyes after seeing Stephen come back with a brown paper bag with food inside it, “Do you mind? Do you always walk out half naked when you have guests around?”

“Rarely, but with you, I don’t mind at all.”

"Well I do. It making me—" ravenous, "—lose my appetite."

"Keep telling yourself that." Stephen retorted briskly—It was impossible not to notice the manner in which your eyes swept his figure, as if you were already caressing him in your mind with your hands. Draping the smaller toilet over his shoulder , he began taking the contents out of the brown paper bag, "I hope you like Thai food."

You rolled your eyes at him, "Yeah, I do." You sat up taller and pushed your lips together in a straight line, expressing your awkwardness. It would be so much simpler to just shut your eyes rather than try to avoid staring at him, particularly given how magnetic his physique was—but you'd look ridiculous if you did that.

Stephen stifles a breathy laugh as you stubbornly refuse to take another peak, "Alright, I’m going to get dressed before you get a heat stroke.” He teased referring to your cheeks that were flushed with hues of pink.

You scoff, “Too much audacity can kill you know, you should be careful.”

It didn’t take long for Stephen to come back wearing a plain white t-shirt and black Nike sweatpants. You were texting Priya on the phone when he came back and opened all the containers.

“Who were you talking to just now?” Stephen asked out of plain curiosity as he passed you a fork from the drawer.

“Just my best friend.”

Stephen nodded and slid the bowl of Green Curry with rice towards you, "So, what did Charlotte say to you?"

You seemed to wrestle with your thoughts while taking a relishing bite of your food and drawing the spoon from between your lips slowly. Mesmerizingly. Stephen coughed and dragged his attention higher to your eyes.

"She basically just wants me to stay away from you." You shrugged, sorting the proportions of curry with your rice.

"Are you going to do as she asked?"

You look up at him for a split moment then back to your container, "Um yeah?"

"You know she's asking you the impossible right?" Stephen asked, twirling his noodles around his fork without even glancing at you.

"Oh really? How so?" You narrowed your judgeful eyes, assuming he was putting you up for a challenge.

"First off, we work in the same unit. Secondly, I don't think I can keep myself away from you." Stephen lifted his eyes, he held your gaze with eyes that somehow reassured you. You felt the connection in the pit of your stomach, a warm, coming-to-life tingle.

You give a little shake of your head while laughing in a reserved manner due to your scepticism, “Do I have to get a restraining order?”

You were hoping that Stephen would respond to your statement with a chuckle or a smirk, but instead he didn't alter his look at all, “I mean it.”

“You’re asking for drama Strange, and I don’t want to be a part of it,” you placed your spoon down on the counter firmly, “Sort yourself out if you want to come after me.”

As you prepared to leave his apartment, he followed you both with his eyes and his body as you grabbed your bag and made your way out of the apartment.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going home—thanks for the dinner but I really did just lose my appetite.” You said to him as you opened his front door. You glanced at him for a short second expecting for him to stop you, but he didn't, so you stepped out and closed the door behind you.

As you made your way towards the elevators, you simultaneously called an Uber to take you home. You were sorry that you made the decision to go with him; while everything he said sounded and felt wonderful to your ears, you were well aware that it was all a trap. He is probably tired of Charlotte and is just searching for a brand new toy to play with.

When the elevator doors opened, there saw a lady dressed in scrubs talking on the phone. Long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, and a beauty mark on the left side of her face, just below the cheekbone. You both gave each other a friendly grin as you entered and entered the elevator, and as the door closed behind you, you observed that she had turned to the right, towards the direction that you had just come from.

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You wore your white 1994 Chanel set worn by Claudia Schiffer in Chanel Spring 1994 Haute Couture. Your hair styled in a claw clip updo to show off your golden hoop earrings. You sprayed yourself in Love by Killian before walking out of the bathroom to join your friends.

A party wouldn't be a party without one of your exes being there and even better, his current girlfriend is your friend, Leana—you weren’t bothered since you and Nathan ended a long time ago and you knew that Leana had always had a thing for him. You were just shocked that the boyfriend Priya mentioned was Nathan.

"Don't sit next to me (Y/N), you're making me look poor." Priya joked as she playfully scooted away from you.

"You're doing me a favour staying away cause I look like a roach beside you." You retorted back to your friend, and lifted your glass before drinking it.

"Oof–that was smooth, girl." Priya chuckled, hitting your thigh gently.

"So when did both of you happen?" You asked Leana and Nathan who sat on the couch across. They looked at each other with sheepish looks on their faces.

"Just recently. I wanted to tell you personally but I wasn’t sure how you would take it." Leana bit her lip and gazed at her lap.

"Please, you don't need to feel guilty, me and him are history with no hard feelings. Isn't that right, Nate?" You smiled at him with an obvious message that he should just agree with you.

"Yeah, for sure. No hard feelings at all." Nathan gave you a hard stare before turning his head to his new girlfriend who had the look of relief.

"What about you (Y/N)? You seeing anyone yet?" Lucy asked, wiggling her brows, knowing that you moved because you wanted to work with Chris. Nate discreetly tuned in and waited for your answer.

"Ugh no. I don't have time to commit myself to anyone right now." You rolled your eyes while taking another drink from the middle, “Nice to meet you all anyway.” you smiled at Nate’s friends.

"Speaking of, where is your other friend Nate?” Leana asked, counting the boys with her eyes.

Nate rolled his eyes, “He’ll be here, dude’s always late and loves to make an entrance.”

“Apparently he’s very attractive,” Priya quoted with her fingers, “According to Leana.”

“You thought that?” Nate turned his head to Leana who shrugged her shoulders innocently.

“It’s just a thought.” Leana nudged his side, playing cute to prevent the man from getting upset. Nate chuckled and shook his head, swinging his hands around Leana and pulling her close.

“Okay… how about we single people give you two some space.” Priya held your wrist and pulled you up with her, “Let’s go girls—you boys can come dance with us if you want to.”

“We would love to.” One of them said and the three of them followed Priya, Lucy and Amy and you to the dancefloor where other guests were enjoying themselves. At the same time that your normally reserved demeanour vanished, you could feel the alcohol working its way through your veins. You gave your body freedom to move in time with the beat of the music, rolling your body against Priya and whatever of Nate's pals was positioned behind you.

You open your eyes at one point when you feel a tingling sensation in your neck, and you see Nathan staring at you from across the room. However, he quickly diverted his attention when Leana questioned him about something. You returned to dancing, making the foolish decision to accept another drink from the wait staff. Your movements slowed when the air in the room changed. It kind of just . . . lit up. You turned to look at the other guests and noticed that the majority of their attention was focused on the door leading to the rooftop lounge. Because Stephen was standing there, watching you with a sly smile on his lips while one of his arms was propped up high on the door jamb—he wore a black leather jacket with a button-up long sleeve inside.

“Holy mother of—” You muttered, taking a moment to stare along with everybody else. There was no other way to acknowledge his entrance, but to make everyone speechless and motionless. The way Stephen swaggered his way into the party was like a lion lazily making its way through a pack of hyenas. He towered over everyone and everything. Cocky. So cocky and confident and stupidly hot. Outrageously hot.

“That’s him,” one of Nate’s friends nearby said. “That’s the friend Nate keeps talking about.”

“God, Leana wasn’t joking—I’d let him step on me.” Lucy said as her eyes undressed him.

“Dibs.” Amy blurted out mindlessly.

“Screw that. I already called dibs.” Lucy nudged Amy.

The muscle in Stephen's cheek twitches, indicating that he heard what was being spoken, but he didn't take his eyes off of you, and you began to... become sort of irritated about it. You were infuriated, that's for sure. Who claims a human being as their property? What if he had feelings for one of them as well? That had nothing to do with you and it should be none of your concern. Was it? You watched as further mutterings made their way to Stephen, and his grin only became stronger as a result.

Now, as he approached you, his steps became uncertain. Did he have second thoughts about approaching you? Because of the presence of all these people, watching? You didn't give it another consideration before setting your drink down on a nearby waiter who was carrying an empty tray before walking purposefully towards Stephen. Tongue in cheek.

It's possible that the significant levels of alcohol that were present in your circulation were a factor in your actions at that time, but the primary motivation behind them was likely indignation. These women were completely unfamiliar with him. It seemed as if the odds of him being with another woman were rather high. Trying to hook up. It's possible that the sudden, overwhelming impulse to be the one to reach him first propelled you ahead. You find it funny that he is hesitant to approach you when there are other people watching, but there was no way in hell that you were going to allow him to be hesitant to approach you at a party.

He was being objectified in the centre of the room, yet he gave off the impression that he didn't care in the least. Okay, maybe you have some feelings of jealousy as well. There was a chance that someone else was putting dibs on him, not just your friends, but you tried not to give too much thought to the idea. You decided to lick your lips instead, picking a landing spot for your mouth. You were standing roughly five feet away from Stephen when his look shifted, and you could see that he understood what you were trying to convey.

His gradual uncertainty dissipated, and on a dime he sprang up to the level of a raging flame. Those bright blue eyes darkened as you came closer, and that strong jawline with the bristling chin tightened. Ready. A guy who is used to being desired and knows exactly how to respond to this situation. He whispered your name right before you pushed up on your toes, clamping your lips onto his, right there near the entrance of the rooftop lounge. You were instantly knocked over by the desire of his muscular lips, and then he twisted you, forcing your back against the inside of the arched doorway, opening his mouth on top of yours, and licking into the kiss with a choking moan.

Despite the fact that your thoughts were jumbled and the languid heat had rendered your arms lifeless, you eventually came to the conclusion that you had made a significant mistake. You were Eve in the Garden of Eden, and you’d just taken a bite from the apple.

Jesus Christ, he tasted incredible. Musky and masculine and grounding. Did he push you up against the entryway too forcefully? He had never before had such an intense desire to stick his tongue into the lips of a lady, plus he could taste the sweetness of all the cocktails you’ve drank. He had never been overcome by the sense of haste, hunger, or any of the other a thousand unidentified feelings that caused him to pull down your chin with his thumb in an attempt to get closer to you. Stephen's eyes pop open, only to be met with the sight of yours securely closed. To such a degree. He felt the groan growing there as he stroked his thumb down to your neck and would have given everything to be able to taste it. Because seducing women was such an easy ability for him, he could definitely keep doing what he was doing — maybe he should just call it a night and bring you home from the party and take you to bed.

Stephen experienced his heart beating at a much faster rate than it ever had before. But now that you've said it, he can't help but wonder: Had you simply kissed him to kiss him? Simply because you want to do so? He noticed how you had stopped dancing the moment he entered into the room and how you had gravitated towards him like if you were being attracted by a magnet. Had he taken things the wrong way? Were you doing this only to make someone else green with envy?

Even though it was difficult for him, Stephen managed to break the kiss by pushing both of your foreheads together as you both battled to get your breath back, “You really want to make things hard for me huh?” he spoke to you in a hushed tone, unable to prevent his eyes from wandering to your swollen lips as he looked at you.

You narrowed your eyes at him slightly, thinking about two meanings to his remark, “What do you mean by that?”

“Staying away from you.”

“A kiss is just a kiss unless you put meaning behind it, and you so happen to be in my line of sight. I mean what I said when I want you to sort yourself out.” You told him, at this point you don’t even know what you were talking about. You don’t know if you’re intoxicated by him or by the alcohol.

“I have something you want, you have something I want. Remember what you told me before?” Stephen asked you, what you told him in the storage room never left his mind.

‘To bargain, you need to have something I want.’ Your own voice echoed in your head as you remembered those words and suddenly you had the urge to bang your head against a wall.

The tip of Stephen's nose nudged yours, his lips dangerously close that you could feel the heat of his breath, “So, (Y/N), do you want to bargain?”

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Paint and Chocolates

Pairing: Stephen Strange x avenger!Reader fluff and stuff Warnings: none

Honestly, I don't know what this is Masterlist

"Come on, Y/N, what are you doing? We'll be late! One more minute, and I'm leaving you!" The woman outside the room yelled, followed by a loud banging on the door.

"Okay, geez. I'm coming", you hurriedly said before carefully draping the unfinished canvas you're working on. After a couple of seconds, you managed to get to the door as you took your favourite pack of chocolates.

"Wait, you got something on your face, don't move." Yelena smudges the paint or dirt on your cheek, you weren't sure which one it was as you didn't see it earlier, but you have a hunch that it was paint.

As you march to the briefing room, you sneaked two pieces of chocolate in her back pocket. You realized that she noticed what you did as she smiled at you, also the fact that you always do it, not only to her but to everyone you're friends with.

*quick Stephen pov at the New York Sanctum*

"Wong, are you busy this Tuesday?" Stephen said without looking up from the book as Wong entered the library.

"Yes, why?"

"I received two invites this morning, might buy another piece to add to the collection," Stephen answered before entering the portal to the Avengers tower.

You were relieved that it wasn't a briefing about another mission, but just the weekly meeting Cap insisted on having. So you passed two pieces of chocolate for everyone in the room to enjoy while Cap continued this boring routine. You were glad that it finished earlier than the other ones. As you were about to stand up, a voice at the very back of the room spoke. You recognized that it was from the wizard. 'Sorcerer' your mind corrected you due to the unhealthy amount of time he has corrected you and the other Avengers in the past. It was the familiar deep baritone that you've always admired. Automatically all the Avengers, including you, turned around to look at the speaker.

Stephen coughed, clearing his throat to repeat himself. "I was wondering if one of you is interested in arts." None of the Avengers spoke, still looking at him, "Painting," he clarified.

"Y/N paints." Tony blurted, pointing a pen at you. You blinked at the sudden mention of your name as you were munching away.

"I've only painted once or twice, and it doesn't even look good," you painfully admitted while a half-chewed chocolate is packed into your cheeks.

Stephen turned his back, exclaiming, "Good! You're coming with me then. I'll pick you up this Tuesday," he said as he created a portal that you assumed to be the inside of the New York Sanctum.

Not having the slightest idea of what he meant, you walked up to him with the intent of knowing more. Still looking at the sorcerer, you followed and unknowingly stepped into the portal behind him.

"Huh?" you said while his back was turned to you, which gave him quite the scare as he didn't realize that you followed him through.

"Oh, yes. I should've given you more information. You'll accompany me to this exclusive exhibit on the other side of town. I didn't want to waste the other invite." Stephen said dismissively.

"Can't Wong go with you?" as you look around, still eating the chocolate you have earlier.

"Nope," he said coolly, making the p sound pop. "Since you're here, do you want to see my collections?"

You looked at him with admiration as he looked like a cheery boy excited to show off his toys, far from his usual demeanor. You nodded and let him lead the way. Letting your eyes wander at the ancient weapons and relics as he called them, you wonder which of these were as old as Cap and Bucky.

He stopped and opened a door that led to his bedroom, and you stared at the bed with eyes widening. Thoughts were racing in your head, 'What? Bed? COLLECTION? Are we going to bow chika bow wow, or is he going to kill me? Mr. Wizard man, what are you playing at? I'M TOO YOUNG FOR THIS! WHAT IS HAPPEN-' you thoughts were cut off as Stephen told you that his collections were just on the other side of the door near his wardrobe.

You let out a soft sigh as he cleared it out. He showed you paintings to paintings to paintings, more expensive than the previous ones and only from the best artists that ever lived. Before he led you to the door, you noticed a painting draped over by a Vicuna wool.

"What's that one?" You point at the mysterious painting.

Stephen slowly walked over to the draped piece, his cautiousness upon approaching it made it seem like the piece would crumble by the slightest vibration. "This… this is my most prized possession, the very first." Carefully removing the cloth, it is evident that he has taken great care of it as there was no scratch on the canvas and its frame. The both of you looked at it with great admiration studying how precise each stroke was, making it the most impeccable piece ever to exist.

As the both of you finally made your way out of his collection chamber and bedroom. Wong appeared behind you, asking if you'd like to stay for a cup of tea and chat for a little since it's been a while since you've both hanged out.

"Sure, why not. After all, you're my favourite mystical librarian," pulling a chair and placing chocolates on their side of the table. "Mr. Wizard, man here better give me a portal back after," you grinned at Stephen, knowing he can't stand being called that name.

"Doctor and its sorcerer," Stephen protested.

"Actually, you know what, I can give you a pointy hat for Christmas. You and Beyoncé here would look great in it. You can be a wizard or Santa's little helper," you cheekily added.

After the little chat, tea, and occasionally pissing off Stephen, you were portalled back as promised.

Tuesday weirdly came faster than the other days.

You were adding the finishing touches to complete your look. 'Hmm, looks decent enough. You jumped at the sudden knock on your door. Heading over to see who it was.

"Looking quite dapper there, Mr. Strange, who would've known a Belstaff Milford coat would suit you." you smilingly commented at his change of wardrobe.

"Thank you, and you look pretty as a picture, Ms. Y/L/N. Are you sure you're Y/N?" Stephen teased you as you fiddled with the bracelet you always wore.

*portal time skip* * You are now thinking of Dr. Strange's naked butt. You're welcome*

As you looked at the different paintings from various artists, some of you've never heard of. You stumbled upon a familiar brushwork. Studying every inch of it, Stephen caught a glimpse of you intently looking at a particular piece. You heard some viewers, connoisseurs, you presumed, talking about the piece in front of you. Not only did they praise the art, but they also theorized who the real artist was since there were multiple big names claiming it was theirs. You did not want to eavesdrop on their conversation, but they were in such proximity to you it was hard not to.

Enjoying the conversation you were overhearing, you only noticed the time when Stephen called your attention.

"Y/N, it's getting pretty late. Are you ready to go home, or do you want more minutes?" the sorcerer asked.

"Sure, take me home, Mr. Strange."

The next week, you were again in the briefing room with the same people as last time. You were spaced out, unaware that Yelena was talking to you.

"Earth to Y/N, are you here? Get your head out of the clouds!" Yelena voiced, still not giving her your full attention but instead shoving another piece of chocolate into her mouth to keep her quiet.

You were only fully taken back when you heard a snickering at the back of the room.

As the briefing was finished, you strode to the door back to your room. Halfway down the hallway, you heard someone call your name.

"Y/N, wait." you turned around to see who it was and waited for him to say something as you pursed your lips and raised your eyebrows.

Stephen opened a portal half the size of the one he usually conjures. You saw him pull up a rectangular canvas covered with kraft paper and a brown twine lacing it.

"Here, I saw you eyeing this one before. I thought you'd like it, so I got it for you." Stephen said as he prepared to give it to you.

You shyly smiled at him, "Stephen, you shouldn't have. This is too much." you were hesitant about accepting it but opted to take it since he put much thought and effort into giving it to you.

"Yes, I should have. This isn't too much. Actually, it's too little for you. You deserve everything good." Stephen squeezed your hand as you accepted his gift. "You should open it now. I want to see your reaction, but only if you're comfortable. No pressure Y/N." the sorcerer added.

You delicately opened the parcel. The inside of the kraft paper revealed a wool covering the main gift. There was a note, and you read it out loud.

"To my dearest Y/N. This is payback for all the chocolates." You laughed at his little note and turned it around to see if Stephen had written more. He did.

You read it again, "I have been thinking of how best to let you know my feelings for you. I just realized that there is no such time as perfect, so I want to tell you that I love you so much, Y/N, my little sugar rush." you were left speechless not knowing what to say and how to react, until you did.

"So was the exhibit thing a date?" as you curiously and teasingly gaze at him making direct eye contact.

"Yes. It was," Stephen admitted while flashing the brightest smile he could muster, and tears slowly formed in his eyes.

"You know, ever since you took me to look at your collections, I wanted to tell you something," you told him as you studied his face.

"What would that be?" he exclaimed as his bright blue-green orbs flickered from your eyes and lips.

"I- I am the artist behind your most prized procession and this one I'm currently holding."

"Oh," you noticed his eyes drop and his mouth still smiling but with a hint of frowning. Before you could reply, he muttered, "Wait, you're WSSHolmes? THE WSSHolmes? The one that no one truly knows?" excitement came back to his voice.

"Yes, Dr. Strange. My name is Y/N Y/L/N, the enigmatic, the arcane, the mysterious WSSHolmes. In the flesh." You put your free hand out for him to shake as you plaster a sweet smile on your face.

He took your hand with both of his. Instead of shaking it, he just held it there, giving you a nice warm feeling. You could say that the man in front of you gave you butterflies.

"I do too," you told him. "You do too, what?" he replied, slightly furrowing his eyebrows.

"I trust you with my heart Stephen Strange" you whispered into his ears as you cupped his cheeks. "and my paintings too," you added. This side comment received a soft laugh from him.

As you stepped back, giving him space, he instead inched closer, brushed his nose to yours, and applied a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"I can now say that the missing piece of my heart is mine," Stephen admitted.

"Just missing piece? Not your 'most prized possession'?" you said with a mischievous smile.

"You were always my prized possession. I just didn't know how to claim you," he said as it was his time to plaster a derisive smile.

"It's settled then. I'm yours, Stephen Strange, yours and yours alone until the end of time."

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