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vi-trying-to-survive · 1 year

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Hey, I know you have finals right now (wishing you the best on those, I know you’ve got this!!) but I just thought I would make a request before I forgot about it lol. Obviously, it’s a Stephen Strange x female reader fic because I love him <3 Maybe one where it’s almost Christmas time but that’s not necessarily important I just love the winter lol. But the main part of the story is that they are playing Mario Kart extremely early in the morning (aka they still have their pajamas on, which is the best way to play Mario Kart) and both of them are competitive but in a friendly and loving way?? And some super cute and fluffy ending that I’ll let you decide because I can’t think of one and I trust you entirely :) anyways, hope all is well and that you do well on your exams!!!

Stephen Strange x f!Reader

Summary: Stephen and Y/N keeping up with Christmas traditions (basically what it says in the request :) )

Warnings: None, just fluff :))))))

A/N: Hope you guys like it !! I'm sorry I've basically been MIA also though, but I'm trying to write more now :')))) Also if you have any ideas or think I could improve my writing in anyway do let me know :)

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(Y/N) groaned as the sunshine streamed through the windows, caressing her face, willing her to wake up, as she tried to fight it, stuffing her face into the fluffy pillows, but eventually failing and flipping over, granted there was not much effort to it. Blinking her eyes, she rubbed slightly with the base of her palm, trying to get rid of the sleep that had formed as they focused on the room that surrounded her, the blurred edges becoming sharper and more visible. She yawned deeply, stretching her arms out a little, before leaning back into the mattress, soft and springy, sinking into the warm embrace of the man that held her comfortably, somehow still in deep sleep, inhaling the familiar scent of pine wood and spice that always stuck to him. Feeling him stir a little at her movements, she was quick to lace her fingers in his dark locks, gently brushing through any tangles, slowly lulling back to sleep. Turning her body to face his she couldn't help but admire him, so at peace when he slept, the lines along his face relaxed and almost non-existent, lips parted ever so slightly, as his chest rose up and down calmly. She found herself smiling affectionately at the sight of him, knowing that it had always been hard for the man to relax, first neurosurgery then the mystic arts and now a protector of the multiverse, he never seemed to be able to give himself a break, at least until her was asleep, it was like seeing an entirely new side of Stephen so relaxed and nonchalant. She wished that he would give himself that more often, for his own sake, but he never listened, always putting the world before himself, honourable but relatively self-destructive, so she figured the least she could do was let him sleep in for another hour or so, and it wasn't like they had any pressing matters to attend to.

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"Honey, hurry up already or I'm going to start it without you", she called tauntingly, waving the multi-coloured controllers in the air, not needing to turn around to imagine the exasperated look on his face.

"Oh my- Would you stop I am getting food for you and me", he frowned, tapping his foot impatiently, almost spilling the milk over the edge of the bowl. He was usually against cereal, claiming that it's not a food for an adult, but there were exceptions. Capping the carton swiftly, he balanced the two matching bowls and mugs unsystematically in his arms, nearly letting everything fall over in his hurry to reach her.

She could only grin in delight as she started counting backwards, "Three, two-", knowing how much it annoyed him, which was only confirmed by groan as he got closer to her spot on the couch.

"Okay, stop", he huffed out, freeing his arms as he placed the food on the coffee table, plopping down and grabbing his controller out of her hold, "I'm here".

"Just in time", she teased, waggling her finger at him in a disappointed manner, before shovelling a spoon-full of the probably unhealthy sugary cereal into her mouth, savouring the tooth-rotting taste and adjusting her grip around the controller.

He rolled his eyes, running a hand through his dark locks as he leaned back onto the plush velvet pillows that were splayed along the seat, "Yeah, yeah, just start the game and then we'll see who's talking".

"If you say so ?", she sang out, confidently hitting start, unable to help the way her smile grew wider as the familiar music rang out, almost bursting in excitement.

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He bit his lip hard, unable to feel it as his heart raced with adrenaline, whispering under his breath, "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon", his fingers flying along the controls, gaze fixated on the bright colours on the screen, before it all went blank and revealed the scoreboard. He fell face-flat onto the fluffy pillow, partly hoping to suffocate himself so he wouldn't be able to feel the embarrassment that he did now. How was it that he Stephen Strange, neurosurgeon and master of the mystic arts, was unable to ever beat his fiancé at Mario Cart.

"Ahahahaha, YES", jumping up and down on the couch cushions, she caused him to shake around with her, as she waved her arms in air, performing a terrible victory dance, exclaiming, "I am triumphant once again". On another day, he probably would've made fun of her for it but at the time he was wallowing in too much self pity for that.

He sat up, swiping a palm across his face contorted in confusion, "I never understand, you always win at the last second".

"It's called being the queen of Mario Cart", she smirked, giving him an affectionate poke on the arm, to which she got no response but a pout from the sorcerer, which was pretty uncharacteristic from the man who always needed the last word.

She shook her head, chuckling as she moved closer to him bumping her shoulder against his and letting her head drop onto his shoulder, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck, "Awwwww, are you upset". She placed a soft kiss on his skin, the heat radiating off him warming up her lips, hoping to get an answer, and yet he still kept to his pact of silence.

"You are such a big baby", she huffed crossing her arms, slinking down onto the side of the armrest, glaring at him.

A sudden thought came to her mind and she grinned maliciously at him, which he took no notice of, "If you won't talk to me I guess I just have to use extreme measures", before raising her fingers to his sides, tickling aggressively, breaking his stoic manner as he burst into laughter. She moved closer to him, to get a better angle at tickling, causing tears to brim at his eyes and her to giggle along with him.

"Okay, fine you win, just stop", he managed to admit defeatedly even with his hard laughter, raising his arms in the air, like waving a white flag at her, pulling her into his lap, still smiling, "I love you". He rested his hands gently on her waist, fiddling with the hem of her sweater, humming softly as her fingers twirled around the strands of hair on the back of his neck, watching her lovingly , before pressing her closer to him, joining their lips for a sweet kiss.

Pulling away, she nestled herself comfortably in his hold, enjoying his warmth, whispering "I love you too", as she pecked his cheek affectionately.

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vi-trying-to-survive · 2 years

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hey. idk if this is a weird request or not, but could you do something with stephen and pregnant! reader? like maybe when they find out reader is pregnant and just fluffy stuff throughout the months up until the baby is born?

Baby Fever

Stephen Strange x f!pregnant!Reader

Summary: Stephen and (Y/N) are having a baby and though its not always the easiest they've never been happier 💖💖💖

Warning: No warnings, just good pregnancy fluff 💖💖💖

A/N: Hi guys, I know I've been inactive for the longest time cause of exams but I'm finally done. It's been a while since I've written anything, so I hope you like it and pls let me know if you have any ideas of how to improve my writing or you can put in a request if you have anything you want me to write :))))) 💖💖💖

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Her fingers trembled as she held the slim, plastic stick in her hands, biting her lip so hard she almost drew blood, and yet the only thing she could fix her mind on was the blank space that would give her the result that she dreamed of or the one that she dreaded. It didn't help that her husband, who honestly meant well, kept pressing on her shoulders, a sweet but terrible attempt at a massage to relax her nerves, somehow managing to do the complete opposite. She pressed her eyes tightly together, some part of her unable to face the disappointment, that created a burning pit in the bottom of her stomach, keeping the air from entering her lungs, that made her feel like she was suffocating as her world closed in around her. Maybe if she never looked, she wouldn't have to go through the torment again, but she was quickly pulled from her thoughts at the joyful kisses from the man that stood over her. Opening her eyes, she curiously brought the test up to her test, unable to stop the warm tears that streaked down her face when she was met by two pink lines, side by side, her lips pulled into a wide grin.

She let out relieved laugh when she felt Stephen pull her to her feet, lifting her gently into the air with such excitement, as she threw her arms around him, gripping tightly, trying to eliminate the space in between their bodies. He felt like he couldn't breath when she did that, just the bare minimum amount of oxygen reaching his lungs, but in the moment he couldn't care less, he was going to be a father, instead he chose to pull her closer careful, chuckling along with her while peppering her face with kisses. She squealed, pushing his face away playfully, but he couldn't stop, the feeling of his heart overflowing with love, and for a second he stopped, staring at her in bewilderment, "I'm going to be a father". It came out more as a whisper if anything, his clear, blue eyes growing softer at the thought of the child that they would raise, a wonderful dream playing in his mind. She gently placed a hand on his cheek, causing him into to lean into her touch reflexively, humming at her soft scent of jasmine and lilies, " Yes you are, and you're going to be a great one", finding himself smiling to match hers, as he felt her nestle closer to his side.

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(Y/N) was so happy that she was pregnant, she was so grateful that she was going to be a mother to a child with the man of her dreams by her side, but no one ever said she had to like the process of how a child was born. She would've thought that a pregnant woman would require a healthy amount of sleep, but here she was retching her dinner violently into the still water that sat unmoving at the bottom of the toilet bowl, her arm resting against the cool, porcelain material, somewhat curing her of the uncomfortable, stuffy warmth that seemed to envelope her. She felt like she was 20 again, on the floor of her best friends bathroom, but it was different this time. This time she wasn't cursed with an awful hangover from a testy night out on the town, probably regretting a terrible mistake. This time she had Stephen and she was grateful for him, dutifully holding her tangled messy locks back, as he helped her off the ground, cautiously sitting her on the bathroom counter, reaching for the towel that hung haphazardly across the back of the door, placing a tender kiss on the crown of her head, before dabbing off the trail of vomit that stained her chin lightly, with the most affectionate look strewn on his face, which caused her heart to swell with love for him.

He worked quickly, and she soon found herself tucked away under the fluffy, cotton sheets, her head sinking down on the airy pillows, causing her sigh in delight. She felt her eyes flutter, threatening to close with exhaustion despite doing nothing but throw up for the past half hour, but she fought it, "Thank you", she half yawned, still gripping tightly at the man's wrist, running her fingers aimlessly back and forth across his skin. He chuckled quietly at her, "You don't have to say thank you", brushing back a strand of hair that fell loosely across her eyes, his hand trailing down the side of her face, "You're the one carrying our kid, it's the least I could do". His response tugged the corner of her lip, raising them into a smile, as she pulled his palm close to her, fondly pressing her lips against the roughened surface, silently drifting into sleep.

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"I mean do you want to know if they're a boy or a girl", he gasped in exasperation, watching the woman that sat opposite him, holding her head in her hands, digging her fingers into his scalp, impatiently frowning at him, "Because it's starting to sound like you do", he finished, crossing his arms across his chest defensively.

"No I don't-", she sighed, letting her head fall onto the cool marble of the kitchen counter, continuing to groan exasperatedly. "But the curiosity is killing me, I mean haven't you ever wanted to know something so badly but also not wanted to know it just as badly ?", she exclaimed, her arms flailing about in the air in distress, as though it further extenuates her point.

He rolled his eyes, lovingly at her, responding blatantly, "No-", before turning back to face the pile of dripping dishes that stood by the sink, grabbing a greying rag that hung weakly from a hook, beginning to rub away the dripping water from each one.

"That's a lie", she persisted, giving him a stern look, now pushing herself off the chair and onto the island counter, so she could look the man eye to eye as she stared him down. She often felt that making herself tall enough to meet his gaze in a disagreement made her more intimidating, but when she swung her feet back and forth from where they hung off the edge, Stephen had to do everything in his power to contain his laughter.

He pressed his lips tightly together in an attempt to compose himself, "Whatever you say darling", forcing himself to finish the task at hand. He could already imagine the frustrated look on the woman's face, eyebrows furrowed together, cheeks practically turning a bright, burning red from the sheer amount of stress that she had built out of nothing, with her arms crossed in the most infuriated looking manner as she could manage.

She huffed, boring her eyes into his back, as he continued to wipe down the clean dishes, her lips curving into a pout.

He tried his best to ignore her antics, but like always he failed, turning around to position himself between her legs, pulling her frame into his, so that she was practically enveloped in him, mimicking her expression comically, knowing his plan had worked when she squeezed her mouth shut to stop her erupting giggles. When she didn't burst into a fit of laughter, he figured that he had to try something else, wiggling his fingers menacingly, before reaching for her sides, tickling, causing her to break character. Shaking with laughter, she struggled to get her words out, "Stop- I'm- I'm supposed to be mad at you".

He smirked softly, bringing his hands to rest at her waist, cocking his head to look at her, "Well you could never stay mad at me anyway, now is definitely not the time to start", leaning in to connect their lips for a loving kiss.

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"Stephen!!". (Y/N) yelled, from where she lay, nestled amongst the fluffy throw pillows that were once meticulously arranged across their bed, her hand resting on the bump that had grown in the past 7 months, an almost protective reflex, "Can you get me my juice, I think I left it in the kitchen".

"I think you enjoy bossing me around a little too much, darling", Stephen groaned playfully, giving her a teasing look with his lips pursed as he handed her the cold glass, pressing his lips against her forehead and then her belly, while she rolled her eyes affectionately at him.

"Well you try carrying this baby around", she lamented, smacking him along the arm jokingly, giggling softly at his feigned defeat, "Once I sit down there is no getting up until at least 2 hours" .

"Alright, alright-", he sighed, shaking his head a little, turning to look at her, feeling her gaze fixated on him, almost as though she was trying to put him some sort of trance, but luckily for Stephen she didn't know that kind of magic, but that never stopped her from getting her way with him. After a few minutes he gave in to her longing stare, unable to resist the bright, hopeful look behind her eyes, "Why are you looking at me like that ?", he wondered out-loud, a little curious.

She grinned widely, rubbing her hands together in what she thought was menacingly, "Can you give me a back-rub ?", already knowing that he could- would never say no. It's not like she was trying to torture her husband, in fact she wished he didn't have to do all this for her, but at this point her belly was weighing her down and making her already bad posture worse, which did nothing for her lower back. The pain only seemed to spread overtime, growing sharper and more unbearable, all she could do was tell herself that the result of this pain would be so worth it. That and ask her husband for back massages, because in the few minutes that he pressed his hands skilfully along her back she felt the soreness subside and just for a short time she felt air-like, it was practically euphoric.

"You are so lucky I love you", he forced his lips together, fighting but eventually failing to keep the growing smile from spreading across his features, swiftly but gently positioning himself behind her, careful not to hurt her in any way, to which she settled comfortably in between his legs, enjoying the comforting warmth that radiated from his skin to hers, giving her an ease unmatched by any other. Despite all the extra tasks that came with a pregnant wife, Stephen felt as though it only made him love her more, how she was always so strong and capable despite carrying another person in her, carrying the weight of not one but two people, going through changes that he may never understand, fears that he may never understand and yet she still radiated such a calming energy to everyone.

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"Oh my gosh!", (Y/N) exclaimed, her pain-laced shouts echoing through the aged and empty hallways of the sanctum, as she leaned weakly along the bed frame, impatiently waiting on her husband, "Stephen I am literally in so much pain- If you do not portal us to the hospital right now-". She sounded cranky, but anyone would be if they were overcome with the worst stomach cramps that they have ever experienced in their lives, all while a baby is trying to leave their body. She thought, more like she hoped that she would be one of these people that had zero pain, but it seemed she was the complete opposite.

"Hold on- hold on-, Im just getting your night bag", the sight of him brought some semblance of hope to her, as he rushed around with a bag stuffing clothes and towels into it, occasionally turning to give her a sympathetic look, a look that did nothing to help her, which only infuriated her more.

"I don't care about the night bag right now-", she whined, running her hands over her face in frustration, the beads of sweat spreading all over her face from the hot flashes she was feeling, making the whole space feel even more stuffy and uncomfortable. She just wished that the baby had picked a more reasonable time to come and no 3 a.m., but then again this was the child of Stephen Strange, so it was no surprise that it chose the most dramatic time to be born. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, reaching out with one hand to pinch her thigh sharply, thinking that maybe it would distract her from the piercing pain that was growing from her lower abdomen, but it only seemed to make everything worse, causing her to sigh in exasperation.

"But you will", his words tore her from the bubble she had created, and she found him standing in front of her, the bag though zipped up, looked like it was ready to burst apart, a soft smile painted on his face, in anticipation of this baby they had been waiting months for.

"But I care about this child that is trying to leave my womb", she frowned, her arms waving about in the air so dramatically, she was close to slapping the man. He was quick to work, slipping his sling ring onto his fingers, the blazing orange ring forming before them, revealing a more brightly lit, sterile looking waiting room, a few people peering through to them from the other side, but she didn't care anymore, she just needed the pain to stop and for this child to be out of her womb and in her arms. "Okay, just a little longer love, you're at the end of it already", his words came out quietly, close to a whisper as he laced their fingers together, tenderly helping her through the portal.

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"Who would've thought that something so amazing would be produced from something so awful", (Y/N)'s words broke the silence that had settled amongst the pair as they watched the bundled up child in her arms, occasionally shifting her arms up to stretch before curling back up in her arms. She found it hard to tear her eyes from her but eventually she did, her gaze easily drifting to watch her husband, who was leaning down to be as close as he possibly could to them, their pinky fingers just barely laced together but it still brought a calming sense to her.

He reached out a finger in front of the baby, which she was quick to take into her small ones, and (Y/N) could have sworn she had never seen Stephen Strange as speechless or bewildered in her life and that was pretty major considering the fact that they were both wizards who have fought alongside the avengers."But look at her tiny hands and feet", he whispered out, not wanting to startle the new-born, not wanting to stop looking at her, almost as though it would all disappear he did.

"I know she's so beautiful", she sighed in satisfaction, as she admired her husband, reaching a free hand out to tangle her fingers in his hair, causing him to hum in delight as she dug deeper and tugged on the locks, " I can't believe that we made a tiny human", leaning her head down slightly to place chaste kiss on the crown of her head.

Watching his wife yawn widely, he felt concern for her, only just nothing the dark circles that had formed under her eyes, that were almost fluttering shut , suggesting, "Why don't you rest darling, I can watch her while you do".

"That would be nice", she thought out loud, as she glanced down at the little baby girl in her arms, "I love her so much, but I have never been so tired in my entire life", passing over the fluffy bundle of pink blankets over to her husband. He adjusted to holding her in his arms, before leaning towards (Y/N), giving her a loving kiss on the cheek, to which she practically purred with in delight in her exhaustive state. Stephen chuckled softly trying not to startle the baby in his arms, as he leaned back in his seat, pulling himself closer to her, so amazed at his child and his wife for producing something so wonderful.

She shuffled around on the stiff hospital mattress for a few seconds before finding the perfect spot, sighing happily, her head positioned to look at the man she loved, whispering discreetly into their child's ear, not that she would even understand whatever he said, but it still made her heart swell with love and joy for her family.

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