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Human

“We all sometimes needs some extra hands Sherlock"

“I don’t need extra hands”

“You’re human … you will ask for it sometimes”

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it was a normal day at baker street , john just woke up yawning still in his pajama clothes going over to the kitchen seeing Sherlock hovering over his microscope , john eyebrows frowned in confusion

it’s 8 in the morning *what the hell he’s doing?* He thinks to himself as he goes to the coffee maker to make himself a coffee … Angelina walked out of her room wearing casual clothes , just a shirt and some leggings , she walked inside the kitchen seeing both john and Sherlock , she has been working with them for a couple of years now ..

“ good morning” she says with a light tone smiling as she sat on the kitchen table

Sherlock looked at her through his lashes not removing his eyes from the microscope , he didn’t say anything to her

John looked at Sherlock then to angelina and nodded at her saying “good morning.. want coffee?” he says holding his own mug in his hands and giving her a look means *come here*

“Yeah .. coffee sounds good” she says as she got up and went over john who whispered in a quite tone

“Wasn’t he sick?”

“Yeah .. his temperature was high”

“How is he up in this hour of the morning?”

“I really don’t know-”

“You know I can hear you” Sherlock says in a flat tone “and I’m still sick if you’re interested” he added quietly

“Then why aren’t you in bed ?” Angelina says in a hurried tone as she places her mug on the counter and going over to him and removed the microscope away

“Because I have work !” he replied in a quick tone as he brought the microscope back again to him

Sherlock being his stubborn self , she huffs quietly before speaking again

“No , get up , get rest .. it’s still early anyway , lestrad won’t come in for at least than two hours from now”

“She’s got a point Sherlock” john says quietly crossing his arms over his chest

Sherlock smarter to argue with them both , and he was really tired and probably his temperature was going high again as he felt slightly cold

“Fine!” he grumbles as he got up and went to lay down on the couch “happy now” he says sarcastically as he looked at Angelina and john

“I know how to take care of myself .. I don’t need someone to do it for me” he says in a flat tone as he covered himself with a blanket as he felt cold but he was too stubborn to admit it

Of course that didn’t slip easily from john

“You cold?” he asks in a kind tone, Sherlock shook his head and mutter a small “no” john sighs knowing that he’s being stubborn , he goes over the drawer to get a thermometer and giving it to Sherlock

Sherlock looked at it hesitantly before taking it and place it in his mouth waiting for a few seconds before john took it and stared at it his eyes winded

“Jeez Sherlock!” John says impatiently as he noticed how his temperature was high

“You could’ve said something !” he adds , Angelina soon joined seeing sherlock slightly shivering she got another blanket and place it over him tucking it under his chin , he smiles lightly at her as buried his head into the blankets

“You know I can take care of myself ” he tells john , john only sighed nodding his head

“We all sometimes needs some extra hands Sherlock" angelina says quietly

“I don’t need extra hands” he says quietly his tone is stern

“You’re human … you will ask for it sometimes” she says gently before going to the kitchen

He scoffs shaking his head , john sighs before turning to face him “she cares about you .. at least appreciate it” he says quietly

“I do that” Sherlock replies quietly

“That doesn’t seem like it” john says quietly

Angelina got back sitting next to Sherlock placing the back of her hand on his forehead , Sherlock tried to pull his face away from her touch but john shoot him a look raising his eyebrow as he nodded towards her , sherlock just stayed still n and suddenly john’s phone rang he answered it

“Yeah , yeah I’ll come by..” he says into the phone before hanging up and turning to them

“Sorry I need get this” he says quietly as he started to walk to the bedroom to change but he stopped mid-air and turned to Angelina “take care of him” he adds before disappearing to the bedroom

Sherlock rolled his eyes as he mutters “I’m not a kid”

“How are you feeling ?” she asks quietly

“It’s alright , a bit cold” he says tucking himself more into the blankets , she patted his arm before going up and spoke in a soft tone “I’ll let you rest”.

It was around 10 in the morning now and Sherlock was still asleep on the couch , Angelina was sitting on the chair reading a book , her black hair up in a bun and her black glasses are on … Sherlock opened his eyes feeling better but has a sore throat , he looks ahead seeing angel… angelina , he admires from afar

“You’re an angel” he says quietly

She looks up from the book completely taking aback “what?” She chuckles

“Your nickname .. is angel right?” He says as he sat up , she closed the book “how did you know ?” she ask curiously

“It’s quite obvious actually … angelina , angel” he says as a matter- of- fact

She chuckles biting her lip “some friends called me that actually .. close friends” she says quietly

“So am I a friend?” he asks teasingly

“You didn’t ask for the nickname , you stole it”

“No I didn’t”

“You kinda did”

“No I would say I figure it out myself” he says proudly

She just shook her head keeping in a laugh

He couldn’t help but to chuckle “actually I didn’t figure it out myself .. I found it on your facebook” he admits quietly , which is rare and he himself doesn’t know why he did it

“So you stole it” she laughs slightly

“Nahh it was hard to find your facebook” he protest shrugging his shoulder

“You could’ve just asked me” she chuckles

“I like to find out myself” he says quietly

“But it’s true” he says

“What?”

“You are an angel”

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[wint3r-h3art]

It’s You, It’s always Been you

Pairing: Stephen Strange x f!Reader

Summary: It’s a known fact that you are in love with Stephen Strange. It’s also a known fact that Stephen Strange is still in love with Dr. Palmer. When Stephen asked you to be his wedding date though, you’re starting to regret your decision. A confession from the doctor himself, changes everything.

Word count: 3.0K (I got carried away, oops)

Genre: angst, unrequited love, confession, overall feels!, and soft smut (of course)

A/N: There’s no major MoM spoilers, just the beginning with the wedding and all that. As much as I love Stephen being a complete daddy in MoM, I need to write me some soft smut. No beta, so if I missed anything, It’s my fault. If you enjoyed this, please please comment and reblog. It just means a lot. Please follow @wint3r-library​ and turn on post notification for fic update.

Strange was getting impatient with you.

You haven’t noticed it yet, but with all your inability to sit still during Doctor Palmer’s wedding, you were getting on his last nerve. 

Another heavy sigh fell from your lips as you sat there beside him, slouching slightly because you really wanted to shift your body. Your fingers fiddled in your laps as you were trying very hard to pay attention to the ceremony, quite unaware of the piercing gaze from the man beside you. 

It wasn’t like you were nervous about being the date to the bride’s ex or anything. You really didn’t need to be there, especially when Stephen couldn’t figure out what his feelings toward Christine were.

There was no doubt that the man looked as delectable as it can be in that suit, and there was no doubt that you would jump at his bones if the opportunity presented itself. However, you needed to stop saying yes to him all the time when you were dying on the inside.

Stephen exhaled sharply through his nose before he covered your hand with his. Warmness shot through you as you sat there. You bit the inside of his cheek. His hand was trembling slightly. You couldn’t help but turned your gaze to him.

His brow quirked but said nothing. He was completely unaware of the stinging pain you experienced every time you watched his eyes glimmer whenever his gaze fell on Dr. Palmer, of course. You wished the ceremony ended already. There was so much you could take. Sometimes you wished that Happy had never introduced you to him. 

You let out a sharp exhale once he let go of your hand and stood up. Once again, your heart felt heavy as your gaze followed his following Christine walking down the aisle with her new husband. Your heart was heavy as you looked at the man before you trying to hold it in. He was too proud to say it, but Strange was never really over her.

You couldn’t be anymore happier the moment the ceremony was over. You found yourself stationed by the bar, chugging wine and avoiding Strange as best as possible. The plan was going well so far until your date found you.

“I’m starting to think that even my own date is avoiding me,” came a voice behind you. His low baritone voice sent a slight tremor through you, sending your nerve into a frenzy. Heat flooded your cheek as your heart beat frantically against your chest. You wanted to run, perhaps you wanted to go back to your apartment. Whatever it was, you really didn’t want to deal with him right now. 

“Not avoiding you,” you mumbled before chugging the last remnant of your drink.

Stephen sighed before ordering himself a martini, his eyes were still on you though. “Your body language said otherwise.”

“You shouldn’t bring me here,” you finally looked at him. “She’ll think that you and I are together or something.”

“And that’s bad because…?” 

“You’re kidding, right?” You laughed out loud from sheer discomfort as you stared at him. You watched as the bartender set his drink down before you quickly snatched it away from Strange. He could sense your nervous energy from miles away, which made him wonder how you got to become Happy Hogan’s assistant in the first place. 

“I wasn’t.”

The firmness in his tone made your heart skip a beat. 

“She asked me if I’m happy,” he said, but he didn’t look at you. Instead, his gaze fell for the bride once more. You had to bite back your uncomfortable laugh before you looked elsewhere, trying to hide your expression. It was getting harder and harder to hide anything at all from him.

“And I told her that I am…”

“Which is a lie…” You pressed your lips together into a straight line. 

“You don’t know that. For all you know, I am quite content with what I have right now.”

“Stephen…,” you gave him a look, but his expression was unreadable. “I may not know your history with Dr. Palmer, but I do know that you are a proud man.”

“I am, and you like that,” Stephen teased, trying to hide the small smile as he watched your reaction. You didn’t disappoint him of course as you were slowly and gradually getting flustered. 

“I-Um...Oh, that’s just mean,” you shook your head before you slowly walked away from him. 

It has been a well-known fact that you have some feelings for him at one point. It was also a known fact that it was a textbook definition of one-sided love. It was one thing to tease you occasionally, but it was another thing to simply play with your heart. You know Strange was cold, but you’ve never thought that he could be this cruel.  “I know I shouldn’t say yes to this,” you mumbled to yourself. You could hear him calling out to you, but you didn’t care. Instead, you turned and headed straight out.

A familiar feminine voice called out your name, making you stop in your tracks. You could feel Stephen Strange not too far behind you. You took a deep breath before turning around and forcing a smile. It made your face hurt. It reminded you of why you have to resign from being Happy’s assistant in the first place. The acting wasn’t for you. 

“Doctor Palmer! Congratulations!” you chirped as she made her way toward you. Stephen simply put his hand in his pocket as he watched on with a martini in another hand. You frowned slightly, wondering why he decided to linger there instead of sashay away from you.

“Thank you! I appreciate that. I’m so happy that you can make it–You and Stephen—”

“Oh, I’m just here for moral support,” you quickly cut her off before she could say anything that could potentially make your relationship with Stephen Strange any more awkward. 

Doctor Palmer nodded, but a smile still remained on her face. “Yeah..um, I just want to say that I’m very happy that you and he are togeth–”

“Um, definitely not together,” you quickly cut in again. You couldn’t feel his gaze burned into your back. “Again, I’m here just for moral support, and nothing more.”

Doctor Palmer looked at you momentarily before she looked at Strange, clearly confused. “Right....Well, I hope you enjoy the party. I’ll see you two later,”  she bid you goodbye before giving Stephen a nod.

The moment she was out of your earshot, you let out another sigh of relief, but you knew damn well that Stephen wasn’t happy with your answer at all. Your gaze turned to him, but he didn’t say anything.

“Don’t start,” you pinched the bridge of your nose and headed to the hallway. “I know I’m supposed to make you look good in front of your ex and all that, but I don’t think I can lie.” You were basically rambling at this point as Stephen Strange followed you not too far behind. 

The sound of your high heels clicking against the marble floor echoed through the quiet hall as you hurried out. 

“I didn’t ask you to lie for me,” came his voice not too far behind, but you didn’t stop. Instead, you continued to walk until you both reached the elevator. 

“It kinda feels that way when you asked me to be your plus one though,…Look, whatever you are going through, I just can’t…It’s–” you stopped yourself. How would you tell him that you still have feelings for him? ���It’s unfair to me.”

Stephen was standing only a few feet from you know. “I know, and I’m sorry.”

You expected a smartass comment from him, not this. You were speechless at his admission as the two of you stood there in the empty hallway. Your heart felt like it was about to burst the more you looked at him. “When Christine asked me if I was happy, I said yes…I told her that I found someone.”

You remained silent as he took a few steps forward until he was only a few inches away from you. The smell of his cologne filled your nostril, lulling you into a haze. “It took me some time to realize it, but I…”

You swallowed as he cradled your face in his hands. Heat flooded your face at the closeness between the two of you. His thumb pressed against your cheek, his gaze softened, melted into a pair of liquid sapphires. “I made up my mind.”

“About what?” You realized that your words came out no more than a breath as your hand covered his. Stephen was inching closer. Your heart felt like it was going to leap out of your chest at the pure anticipation alone. When his lips touched yours for the very first time, you felt like you were about to soar. 

Your eyes flutter shut as you melt into him. He was holding you there, kissing you with a passion that you’ve never known he was capable of. His hand trailed to the nape. The rough pad of his fingers gently grazed across your skin, leaving trails of goosebumps behind. You gasped at that, and Stephen took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth.

Your heart pounded heavily against your chest as he deepened the kiss. His tongue tangled and clashed with yours. Twisting and rolling, leaving you both breathless and panting.  He was kissing you with desperation–a need that was new to you. You moaned at the sweetness that lingered on his tongue, and every time he let out a low, rumbling groan, you felt your panty dampen slightly.  

Stephen walked you backward until the back of your knees hit something soft. You quickly pulled away from the kiss, only to find the two of you standing right in your bedroom. “Did you just teleport us here?” It was a dumb question, but you felt the need for some air–or at least something that doesn’t involve Stephen Strange sticking his tongue down your throat.

“Yes,” he said firmly as he discarded his suit jacket and dropped it right onto the floor. He looked flushed, disheveled almost by the way strays of his neatly combed hair came undone. His fingers tugged at his tie impatiently, loosening it before he undid a few buttons at the top till he revealed his chiseled chest. The sight made your throat go dry.

 Stephen’s mouth was on you again, this time he was less discreet than before. He kissed you with urgency and hunger that set your nerve ablaze. He gently laid you down on your soft mattress while his mouth was still on yours. His lips traveled southward, and your body surrendered to him without a thought. Your head tilted to the side, revealing the tender skin of your neck to him. His lips trailed down, tongue grazed slightly here and there as if he was tasting you. A throaty moan ripped between your lips as Strange suckled on your pulse point, and gently nipped at it before licking the same spot over. His free hand slowly lowered the straps of your dress to your waist. He stared at you momentarily as if to admire a piece of art–No, you were more than a piece of art to him. You were the sun, the moon, and the universe all wrapped up into one. You were the cosmic force that keep him grounded all this time.

Stephen said nothing before he lowered his head to kiss you once more. His name fell from your lips in no more than a breathless whisper as his beard tickled your skin, making you ache and throb for him. Stephen was lost in the moment as his lips were lingering in the space between the valley of your breasts. 

You called out his name once again as your arms snaked around his head. Stephen Strange moaned deeply, sending a reverberation through you as if to assure you that he wasn’t going anywhere. He captured your taut peak in his mouth and began to suckle on it. He was sucking gently at first, then harder, gently nipping at the bud till you cried out, only to soothe you gently with his tongue.

He moved on top of you and pulled your dress all the way off your body. You laid there completely bare underneath him. Stephen’s hand moved to the juncture between your legs and let his fingers graze at your clothed slit. His nostrils flared as he let out a sharp exhale when he found that your panty was drenching.

Stephen gently rubbed you through your panty, eliciting a soft gasping noise out of you first before he ripped the flimsy fabric away from you. His mouth moved to your breast once more, tongue flickering over the sensitive bud, while his dexterous fingers gently pry you open. Your first instinct was to close your legs, but Stephen wasn’t having it. He pressed his knees wide, forcing you to open to him. 

Your head fell back against the soft mattress when you felt that he was knuckle deep inside you as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of you with ease. A shaky moan slipped out of your lips as he pulled his digits back and pushed them inside you again while his mouth was still occupied by your tit.

You begged him almost pathetically, your hand bunched at his hair when he pressed his thumb against your clit. 

“Say my name again, baby,” he murmured. The low baritone voice made your pussy throb and clenched around his fingers. Only Stephen Strange had that sort of effect on you. He was watching you now, probing himself on his elbow while the other hand continued to pump in and out of your pussy with vigor.

A smile etched upon his lips as he felt your body tense up around him. Still, he continued with a relentless pace until an orgasm ripped right out of you, causing your body to strain and spasm. Your face scrunched up as you dug your heels into the mattress as the first wave of euphoria washed over you.  

“That’s it, baby. Cum to me. Squeeze on my fingers like you want to squeeze on my cock.” Stephen growled as he pressed his forehead onto yours. Perspiration dampened it while you could only reply with a choking sob. 

Stephen finally removed his fingers from your sopping wetness as he stared at you. His lips pressed against your forehead. He kissed you tenderly before he pulled back and began to unbuckle his pants. 

You watched him with half hooded eyes as he got up from the bed and hastily removed his pants. You swallowed as you watched him stroking himself. The sight made your pussy throb once more as more slick was leaking out of you. Stephen licked his lips at that. 

“I don’t have a condom,” he admitted sheepishly as he continued to stroke his erect cock. It was hard to concentrate on his words when your brain only wanted one thing. 

“I’m on birth control…” you told him as you sat up and pulled him to you. Stephen settled between your thighs once more. His face strained, jaw clenched tightly as he rubbed the head of his cock along your slit. The action made your legs shake slightly as your eyes caught his. “It’s ok, Stephen.”

He growled at the invitation before he swiftly entered you, causing you to hissed sharply. A strangled moan left his lips as your tightness enveloped him. You could feel Strange tremble above you as he was trying to control himself from moving too erratically. Stephen pulled back then eased himself back in again till he was all the way in. His hips arched fluidly, driving himself in and out of you with fervor. You could feel his balls slapped against your ass every time he sheathed himself inside of you.

His hard body pressed against yours closely that you could feel every twitch of his muscles, coiling and bunching from the effort of his movements. Your arms wounded around his neck again as he rutted into you. His lips found your neck once more as he kissed and nipped at it. 

You were getting close again as that familiar tightness at the pit of your stomach threatened to snap. It wasn’t long now until that delicious burst of euphoria ripped through you again. It didn’t take long till you cried out and clenched around him, milking him until he too reached his own release. Still, Stephen was still chasing his own, fucking you and using you to sate his own appetite.

Stephen came not too long after, spending himself right onto your stomach. His body went limp next to you, panting and exhausted from the deed. 

The silence stretched out between the two of you. Where would you go from here? You and Stephen had yet to establish what this was? Was this a one-time deal? Were his words simply a lie or was everything simply a dream to you?

You felt him stirring beside you before his warmness left your body. Your first initial thought was that he was leaving, but that sort of negativity soon melted away when he came back with a damp towel pressed against your stomach. His movement was gentle, yet exact. Still, you could feel his trembling hand moving over your stomach.

Your eyes caught him again, and words failed you. You didn’t know what to say. 

“I suppose you are wondering what we are now?”

You nodded. You wanted to laugh because you really didn’t expect to have this type of conversation at all with him when you were both naked. 

“You’ve never told me who that someone is–the person that makes you happy.”

Stephen Strange was caught off guard for the first time in his life as he could only react with an “Oh.”

Your face warned once more as your heart drummed against your chest. A knowing smile quirked on his lips. “Well, It’s you, sweetheart. It has always been you.”

The word rolled off his tongue easily, making your stomach do a backflip. You couldn’t hide the smile anymore when he leaned and brushed his nose against your cheek, kissing you and whispering naughty things into your ears.

Perhaps, this wasn’t a dream after all.

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Like what? - S.Strange

Pairing: Stephen Strange x reader

Genre: just smut 🤤🤟🏻

Warning: none

Word: approx 900

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The door slammed shut behind him as your boyfriend stormed in, growling, “I’m mad.”

Cutting your eyes at him, you snapped, “Don’t break my freaking door.”

Stephen was at your side in a heartbeat, leering over you with a very frustrated and equally hungry look on his face. “I like when you yell at me,” he flirted, cocking an eyebrow.

Scoffing, you rose to meet him, grabbing the collar of his shirt in your hands. “You know, when you’re needy, it’s really obvious.”

“I tried,” your boyfriend whined, winking dramatically at you. “Now, can you help me with this really big problem in my pants?”

Pouting your lips, you teased, “oh, big problem, you say?”

He nodded, puffing up his cheeks to look cute and pathetic. Gosh, did it work.

“You seem tense and stressed,” you crooned, gripping his biceps and massaging them before working your way to his chest.

Swallowing loudly, Stephen grabbed your hips and kneaded at your waist.

“I’ll make you a deal,” you said softly, bringing your lips to the side of his neck and pressing a loud, open-mouthed kiss.

“Mm, what’s that?” he hummed, tightening his hold on you.

You stared into his eyes and told him, “I’m going to bend over the back of this couch and let you fuck all that stress out, on the one condition, I better finish.”

“Fuck yes, you will,” he growled.

Smirking up at him, you pecked a quick kiss on his lips and followed your promise, spinning on your heels and grabbing the top of the kitchen counter. With your plump butt offered to him in shorts, he drew a blank, standing there with his jaw slacked before he came back to his senses.

The belt jingled and his jeans hit the floor around his ankles. A hand slid between your thighs, fingers working their way around the material of your shorts and panties before pushing between your lower lips. You braced your forearms on the cold surface of the counter and bit your lip, inhaling sharply as a digit pumped inside you.

“You’re wet enough,” Stephen rasped a moment later, yanking your panties and shorts down your legs, without bothering to free them from your ankles. A second later, the head of his member was at your entrance.

“Mmph,” you exhaled as he thrust into you, bruising your hips with his restraint. He curved gently at first, steadily picking up speed until he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Damn it,” Stephen groaned, squeezing your waist in a death grip as he pounded into you, letting out all his stress and anger and borderline exhausting himself.

Your legs buckled at this, struggling with the intensity of his thrusts into your core, and you wavered on tiptoes, trying to use more of the counter where it has dinner over there for balance.

In a heartbeat, Stephen wrapped his arms around your waist, driving you back into his chest. His hand was at your jaw, turning your head so he could lick at your lips before sliding his tongue between them. Fingers moved to your clit, rolling and pinching at the rhythm of his hips.

"Steph..." You whimpered, your eyes rolling, and your back instinctively slumped down into the frigid surface, both of your legs on his firmly gripped arms. “S-so good, babeㅡ“ all you do while he works hard on his sex-making job is only whine beneath him, every move of his hips thrusting in and out eagerly more than you could bear, it's smack your face and showing you how wet you are.

“Shh…” he grunted, bumping your core more speedy and pulled out when he sensed you reach your cloud nine before him just as usual, Stephen grins that you finally splash out to your orgasm juice all at once. He then holding you against him possessively while chasing the high for you both. And when you put out your tongue in lots of pleasure, his white sticky cum splashes all over your face.

“Ahㅡ you made me came so fast, Y/N.”

”Hmm, and your taste so good.”

You laughed as you licked your lips and bite your fingernails, you spotted him slip his cock and release even more sperm on your stomach. His stiff cock, which still stands upright and points at your face, is quite endearing.

Stephen isn't done with you yet, and you know it, which is why he has got his hand on your hips again. When his tip slides, circling on your wet fold, till he pushes it into you and buries his palms on the back of your head, you begin to quaver moan once more.

He starts to fuck you again, this time slowly as you always pleasing.

“I really want to stay like this forever,” 

“Like what? Like this?” With chuckling, you brushing his sweaty hair on his brow upward. “Then how we gonna walk while your dick inside me ‘like this.’” 

He smirked, shrugging. "Maybe like this." Then he quickly lifts you up off the counter, his muscular arm now pressing on your spine to support the weight of you.  It makes you scream with thrill, tie your legs around his quickly, your palm confusedly gripping his shoulder and then wrapped around his neck, his hard cock too deep.

“Oh一” you cried out, shuddered and grasping for breath, “fuck, oh my, fuckㅡ Stephen!”

“I got you, baby girl.”

oi oi

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Adore You

Pairing: Stephen Strange x fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,038

Warnings: Mild Spoilers for DSMoM! 

A/N: I don’t remember the dialogue so please excuse it :DD. This fic was inspired by a post on Tumblr I saw which said something about Stephen saving the reader from a bad man. I hope ya’ll enjoyed it! (also I wrote this in like an hour and a half and it was more to a fluffy side)

Edit: (also, I found the post! :D)

Comments/feedback are appreciated!

Taglist: NIL

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[Name] never understood the true meaning of love until she met Stephen Strange. The first time she met the Sorcerer, he had saved her before a large concrete debris could squish her during the Black Order’s attack on Earth seven years ago. Unfortunately, she was a victim of the snap and five years of her life were gone, just like that.

In an attempt to gain traction of normality, [Name] spent a majority of her time in New York where she met with Stephen again. Little did they know, it would sprout into a beautiful relationship. A coffee offer turned into a date and a date turned into a two-year healthy relationship. Stephen was the first one to confess. He was ready to let go of his hold on Christine and move on. He found a future with [Name] and he vowed to not mess it up the same way he did with Christine.

It became his biggest regret.

Stephen woke up with a frantic yell, cold sweat coated his bare body. His chest heaved continuously, the nightmare plagued his mind. It felt all too real too. Stephen raised a hand, fingers pushing hair away from his forehead as he forced himself to absorb the experience. Turning to his lover’s side of the bed, he found it to be empty.

“[Name?],” Stephen called out, only silence greeted him. That’s when he realised that [Name] had an early shift in the cafe. The cold was familiar but that doesn’t mean he liked it. Stephen very much prefers waking up next to [Name].

Pushing the duvet off, his attention was caught to his side table, an opened envelope rested against the bedside lamp. Stephen picked it up, mentally slapping himself for almost forgetting about Christine’s wedding. With a wave of his hand, his closet doors opened. But before he did anything else, he picked up his phone. There were ‘work’ emails and texts from Wong. Among all that, Stephen smiled when he spotted her name. He tapped on the message.

[Name]: Good morning, handsome! I left some breakfast for you in the kitchen. Have fun at Christine’s wedding! And send my regards to her

His smile widened at the attached photo of his lover dressed in her barista attire with a fellow colleague. She was winking, tongue sticking out with a peace sign held up beside her head. Shaking his head at her childish yet adorable behaviour, he left his phone to freshen up with [Name] on his mind.

Stephen waved his hand, his tie magically bound itself around his neck. He slipped on the black blazer, smoothing the fabric down. The Cloak levitated by the mirror and with another wave of his hand, the sentient fabric was disguised as a red handkerchief for his breast pocket. He looked good but he was sure he would look better with [Name] on his arm.

Fastening his watch on his wrist, the very same one [Name] gifted him on their first anniversary. Stephen smiled fondly at it, the crystal glinted under the dimmed light. His thumb brushed the leather, shaking his head to snap himself back to reality.

He had better leave or else he would be late for the wedding

Stephen arrived at the church by walking. He prefered this way. He recognised the street too, noticing that just a few blocks down was the cafe [Name] worked at. He made a mental note to pick her up after the wedding, only then reminding himself that she would end her shift around the time of the reception.

He walked past the doors, the church was bustling lightly with guests of the wedding. Stephen looked around- He always knew how much Christine loved simplicity. He chose to sit a short distance from the altar, just to watch Christine and her new husband share their vows.

He took his seat, waiting patiently until the ceremony began. When the doors opened, flower girls led the bride, littering flowers in the path she walked. The guests stood, Stephen included. Christine had a big smile on her lips as she held the bouquet of flowers in her hands, walking down the aisle.

Their eyes briefly met and Stephen knew that old Stephen would still be in love with her. But he wasn’t. He loved [Name] with all his heart.

However, Stephen couldn’t help but imagine this wedding to be his own with [Name]. ‘When the time is right,’ The Sorcerer thought, his focus brought back to the wedding.

The reception was at an adjacent building to the church. Stephen was alone, sipping on a martini when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned, meeting with the new bride.

A soft smile spread on his lips.

“Christine,”

“Stephen,”

“Congratulations on the wedding,”

Christine smiled, adjusting her gown.

“Thank you,”

Silence.

“So..I saw that you were alone. Where’s [Name]?,” She began.

Stephen set his drink down.

“Last minute shift at work. She sends her regard,”

Christine laughed lightly, nodding.

“I’ll be sure to thank her when I see her again. Although, I hope the next wedding I attend is yours and [Name]’s,” Christine teased.

Stephen found himself growing more and more comfortable with these light and almost teasing conversations with Christine. He hated past Stephen’s treatment of her but he had the time to fix their relationship. It was good probably because [Name] forced him to set it all right and Stephen loved her more for that.

A woman tapped on Christine’s shoulder, whispering something to her before leaving.

The shorter woman looked up at Stephen.

“I have to go. Enjoy the rest of the reception,” And she left, leaving Stephen to order another glass of martini.

For the next two hours, Stephen forced himself to mingle around. He wasn’t surprised to find fans of him attending the wedding too and he was humble to be their favourite. He was on his fifth martini and he looked down at his watch. He needed some fresh air so he left for the balcony.

The warm sun struck his face and Stephen sighed softly in relief. He looked down below, watching New Yorkers go about their day as well as vehicles cluttering the street below.

As his eyes scanned the street below, he spotted a distant figure looking all too familiar. It was [Name], bag clutched to her chest and another man pestering her by the looks of it.

Stephen’s eyes darken, fingers gripping the stem of the martini glass.

[Name] thanked her manager for the early release. It was two in the afternoon and she was exhausted from the lunch crowd. She held her bag close, leaving the cafe hastily in the direction of the Sanctorum. Greenwich Village wasn’t big so everything was within walking distance, probably.

[Name] had a spring in her step as she walked, excited to see Stephen at home looking all handsome in his suit. Stephen had dropped her a photo of his wear for the wedding and she had to excuse herself to the back of the cafe to swoon to herself. Despite their two years of relationship, [Name] could never get enough of Stephen and he was the same. She imagined him looking magically handsome in their imagined wedding, an audible sigh escaping her lips.

However, her little dream bubble was interrupted when a man tapped on her shoulder.

“Hey, miss! Sorry but I can’t help but notice you. You’re really pretty, you know that?”

Uncomfort grew largely in her chest, swallowing as [Name] tried to ignore the pesky man but to no avail.

She walked faster and even if she did, the man caught up to her.

“Hey come on now, pretty lady. Don’t ignore me like that,” He grinned an ugly grin and she turned to him.

“Leave me alone,” She snapped, rolling her eyes.

This wasn’t her first time being approached by men who clearly couldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. The other two times, Stephen was there to protect her but right now, [Name] was alone and she had to protect herself. A last result method would be the little device Stephen gave you to protect yourself.

It was a little spray tube that when sprayed at, the victim would fall asleep on the spot.

[Name] rummaged her bag for the little tube but she didn’t feel anything. Did she leave it at home?

‘Of all the days,’ [Name] groaned.

[Name] felt a hand caught her wrist and she tensed as the man had that same ugly smile on his face.

“Come on! Just try to get to know me, yeah? I’m really a good guy,”

He had a vice grip to her wrist and the more [Name] struggled, the more her wrist hurt.

Stephen has had enough. He downed the last of his drink, turning to politely return the glass to a waiting staff. Grabbing his handkerchief, he flicked it out, the Cloak was out of its disguise. Stephen vaulted off the balcony, the Cloak wrapped around his shoulders to save its master. He switched his suit for his blue robes, swiftly flying down to [Name]. Wedding guests and nearby passersby gasped at the mini show, watching as Doctor Strange heroically save a woman.

He grabbed the man by the collar, pulling him off the woman.

[Name] winced, rubbing her wrist, stepping away to give Stephen some space.

“Listen here, asshole. I don’t appreciate you treating my woman like that. Hell, or any woman like that. It doesn't hurt to treat them with some decency and respect,” Stephen growled, blue eyes dark with pools of fiery anger hiding behind them.

He tightened his grip to the frightened man’s collar.

“If I ever see you disrespecting anyone else, I will do so much worse than this. Now leave,” Stephen hissed, shoving the man back and just before he could run, the Cloak gave his head a final,  hard smack as a form of warning.

He wasted no time picking [Name] up bridal style, the woman squeaked in embarrassment from the sudden act that she buried her face in Stephen as he flew back to the Sanctorum.

Stephen set her down on her feet, his hands held her waist as [Name] let out a heavy sigh of relief. Her cheeks were still red and hair was a slight mess from the wind.

“Thank you..I was beginning to think he was never going to go away,”

Stephen cracked a small smile, a hand moving up to cup her cheek.

“Don’t thank me. I was nearby,”

[Name] squinted hard before snapping her finger.

“Right! Christine’s wedding was close. Oh, thank you so much, honey,”

She leaned up, giving him a tight hug and a sweet kiss to his cheek.

All anger Stephen felt dissipated into nothingness, heart cooled from the affectionate gesture. His other hand held [Name]’s wrist, the one where the man held tightly. It was red and felt relieved when he noted that it would not bruise.

“I’m alright, Stephen,”

“I know, baby, but I just have to check,”

[Name] smiled. He cared so much and she felt so loved by how much she cared for him. She was no hero but she did her very best in only giving Stephen the best form of love he could receive from her.

Stephen’s hand moved to her waist again, gripping it tightly before leaning in until their foreheads touched. He leaned in further.

[Name] laughed lightly, leaning in for a kiss too.

But a heavy shake of the ground pulled both out of their little world.

“What was that?”

Stephen pulled away completely, rushing towards the edge of the roof to look down below.

In the distant street, people were screaming and running away from something.

“Trouble. I have to go,” Stephen levitated, ready to leave.

“Wait!” [Name] rushed to Stephen, tugging him down. She planted a kiss to his lips, giggling lightly from the tickle of his goatee against her chin.

“I love you. Now go save New York, Doctor Strange!” She cheered, stepping back. She waved to Stephen, the Sorcerer had a wide smile and never has she seen Stephen Strange smile so widely, especially one filled with so much love and adoration.

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[softestqueeen]

let the light in

pairing: sherlock holmes x reader

summary: After a particularly frustrating case, all the consulting detective needs, is closeness.

warnings: just pure teeth rotting fluff

wordcount: 904 words

a/n: just a cute little one shot with my favourite detective. the name is inspired by the song “let the light in” by Lana Del Rey, cuz I feel like it fits the vibe I was going for in the end. and now enjoy <3

His last case was one of the hardest he ever had the solve. Even though Sherlock Holmes loves the thrill of a case that really challenges him, it also frustrates him to no end if he can’t find the culprit the moment, he has all the evidence.

This case had involved multiple chases with no success, countless sleepless nights, and even more nights that he didn’t get to spend with you.

Countless nights sitting in his chair thinking, while he could hear your soft snores from down the hall.

He missed you even though he saw you every day. He saw you when you told him to eat something, when you told him to take a break, when you told him to go to sleep. But it wasn’t the same when he couldn’t really spend some quality time with you. When he couldn’t have deep conversations with you, when he couldn’t look at you, when he couldn’t hold you and really feel you.

To say he ached for you was putting it lightly.

The start of your relationship was not easy. Suddenly Sherlock had someone he really trusted. Someone who always listened to him and always cared about him. Someone who would wait and be there for him when he came home at night. Those were not things that were easy for him to get used to, especially since he had never really loved someone.

But for you he tried, and, in the end, it worked out. Still sometimes your relationship has to come second. He doesn’t like that, but he has to get his cases done, especially since he doesn’t take on that many cases anymore. He found a new thrill.

You.

When Sherlock finally entered your shared flat in the middle of the night, he didn’t expect you to be up.

But here you were, sitting in his chair, wearing on of his robes and reading what seems to be one of your way too cheesy romcoms. In the background a jazz record could be heard, one of your favourites. He couldn’t even begin to explain how relieved he was to see you.

But unfortunately, the one he thing Sherlock Holmes was horrible at asking for was the one thing he now desperately needed most.

All he wanted to do right now was hold you close and hear your voice. He wanted to really feel you with his whole being and not just feel your hand grazing his when handing him a cuppa.

He lightly knocked on the door, not wanting to startle you. You looked up from your book and immediately saw your boyfriend looking back at you. A smile now adorned your face, which caused a warm feeling to spread through the detective.

“Case solved?”, was the first question you could voice, even though a hundred more were currently going through your mind. You really hoped it was solved, because that would mean you could finally spend some time with your boyfriend again.

“Finally!”, he answered, a smile now starting to appear on his face too.

At hearing his answer, you immediately got up and hugged him for what felt like the first time in weeks, even though it could have been only a week at most.

You nuzzled into his chest while he tucked his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling the smell of your body wash. 

“Why are you still up, my love?” It was not a question of importance but more one to break the silence and to finally hear more of your voice.

“Well, I couldn’t sleep and thought I would wait up for you. I’ve missed you.” Your words made Sherlock think. These days he often considered your feelings, especially when he’s doing something that could make you mad. But he never considered that not only did he miss you, but you also missed him the same. He was not the only one deprived of your touch, you couldn’t touch him either.

He unconsciously pulled you closer while he got lost in his thoughts.

“How about we go to bed, huh?” Your voice immediately put him back to reality.

“Theres nothing, I want more right now.”, he answered truthfully. You pulled away from him and took his hand in yours, already on the way to your shared bedroom.

You were already wearing your pyjamas, only wearing one of Sherlocks dressing gowns on top of them.

While you got under the covers Sherlock took off his suit before carefully placing it on a nearby chair. He also got into his pyjamas before joining you under the covers.

He immediately took a hold of your waist before pulling you into him. You were now both laying on your sides, legs intertwined, facing each other. You had one of your hands on his chest, feeling his steady and now relaxed heartbeat, while your other hand slowly drew shapes on his back.

All the while Sherlock just held you close, happy to have you close to him again.

While holding you, he wondered how he went on with life before he met you. Before you were there for him, held him close and showed him what love felt like, or that love could feel so incredibly good. But when he kissed you now, just before you fell asleep in his arms, he knew that he doesn’t need to worry about having to live without you ever again.

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[storiesforallfandoms]

don’t go ~ stephen strange;mcu

word count: 2034

request?: yes!

“hi i love you !

can i request a cuddling with stephen strange with smut (only if your comfortable) if not then just a lot of fluff .!”

description: in which she tries to convince him to stay in bed a little bit longer before he goes to work

pairing: stephen strange x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (oral (f receiving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex)

masterlist (one, two)

I was awoken early in the morning by Stephen’s alarm. He would always try and wake up before me so he could get the alarm shut of before it woke me, but that rarely ever worked.

I rolled over as Stephen sat up on the bed. I watched him rub the sleep from his eyes before trying to stand. I quickly wrapped my arms around his middle and pulled him back down on the bed. He chuckled as he turned in my arms to face me.

“Go back to sleep, my love,” he said.

“No,” I responded with a pout. “Not if you’re going.”

“I have to go to work, sweetie.”

“They can survive without you for a day.”

“They quite literally cannot.”

I sighed and continued to pout at him. He looked at me for a while before giving in. “I’ll spend an extra few minutes in bed, but no more than that.”

I smiled as he slipped back under the covers and pulled me close to him. His body was still warm. I rested my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat.

Stephen loved his job. I admired his passion for it, but it also proved to be one of the biggest downsides in our relationship; the early rises, the long hours, the lack of time together. I’d never say any of that to Stephen, of course, but it just made it hard for me to let him go to work in the mornings. If it were up to me, I’d hold him and refuse to let go, and the two of us would just lay in bed all day until I decided to let him go.

At some point while we were cuddling, I turned my head and started kissing Stephen’s neck. I didn’t mean for it to be a cheeky gesture, I was just trying to kiss him and his neck was what I could reach without having to stretch.

Stephen stiffened beneath me. “Don’t do that.”

I looked at him, puzzled. “Do what?”

“You know what.” He gave me a stern look. “I will not be seduced into missing work.”

That hadn’t been my intentions, but now that he had brought it up I was getting ideas.

I sat up to look down at Stephen, raising an eyebrow at him. “Is that a challenge?”

“It’s literally the opposite of that.”

Well, that just fueled me more.

I leaned down and started kissing his neck again. He tensed beneath my again and I felt him raise his hands like he was going to try and stop me. I paused a moment, waiting to see if he was going to push me away. As much as I was enjoying teasing him, I didn’t want to take it too far if he didn’t want it.

But instead of pushing me away, his hands wrapped around my waist and a moan escaped his lips. That’s all I needed to keep going.

I got up and threw one leg over his waist, straddling him. I could feel his erection already, even through the layers of clothing between us.

I continued to kiss his neck as I grinded my hips against him. His moans and whimpers were enough to motivate me to keep going. I could feel myself becoming wetter with every movement, but I didn’t want to take things that far just yet. I wanted to tease him for just a little bit longer.

Stephen had other plans, however, as he grabbed me and turned us over in one swift movement. With me underneath him now, I was completely submissive to him. Whatever he wanted to do to me he could. I was secretly aching for him to have his way with me.

“You want to be naughty?” he questioned, his voice husky with lust. “Well, let’s get naughty.”

He pulled my pajama pants. I raised my hips and he slipped the pants and my panties off together. He disappeared under the covers. I gasped as I felt his tongue against my clit.

I thought he was going to take things slow and tease me the way I had with him, but I couldn’t be more wrong. His tongue was licking at my core mercilessly. My toes curled with pleasure and my back arched off the bed. Stephen grabbed my hips and forced them back down onto the bed.

“Stay still,” he commanded.

That was easier said than done. With every press of his tongue against my core, my body would inadvertently move or twitch. I gripped at the sheets in an attempt to hold myself down, but it only helped a little.

I could feel my first orgasm approaching quickly. I tried to stutter out something coherent to ask Stephen to stop. I didn’t want to cum just yet. I wanted to feel him inside of me, to cum over his dick and feel him pulsate inside of me with his own climax. But he kept going, fast and hungrily. I tried to push him away, but he just grabbed my hands in one of his big ones and pinned them against my stomach.

I cried out as my orgasm ripped through me. My eyes rolled back in my head and my body trembled with pleasure. Stephen lapped up my juices before moving his tongue back to my clit. I whimpered as he licked a long stripe up my clit, a mixture of pleasure and slight pain running through me. I tried to free my hands, but Stephen just held them tighter. I tried to kick him away, but he shoved my legs under him and pressed his whole body weight down on them.

“St-Stephen,” I stuttered. “I-I can’t - ”

“You wanted to play this game,” he reminded me, pushing the blankets back so I could finally see his face. “Now it’s my turn.”

He lowered his mouth on me again. A shock ran up my body and I trembled at the feeling.

“Oh fuck!” I cried out as I felt two of his fingers pushing into my wet hole.

He started to pump it in and out of me, slowly at first. The pace with his tongue had gotten painfully slow, as was the pacing with his fingers. My body felt overwhelmed but also pleasured. It wasn’t long until I could feel myself nearing another orgasm.

“Stephen please,” I begged, trying to pull my limbs free again. “Please, I don’t think I can do more than two and I wanna feel your cock inside of me.”

“You’ll feel it soon, baby, just give me one more first.”

With his words of encouragement, my second orgasm slipped out. My whole body tightened as my walls clenched around Stephen’s fingers. He finally released my hands and slipped his fingers out of me. I nearly sobbed with relief at the loss of contact. My body felt like it could finally relax.

Stephen brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked my juices from them. Despite my brain screaming that my body needed a break, the action turned me on enough that I clenched my thighs together.

Stephen stood from the bed and I pouted, thinking he was getting up to leave. He chuckled at the look on my face and said, “Oh, I’m not done with you yet” before pulling off his boxers, allowing his hard dick to bounce free from its restrictions. He was so hard that his dick was an angry color of red, as if it was upset that it had to wait so long to be used.

He climbed back on the bed and knocked my legs open so he could kneel between them. He took his dick in his hand and lined it up to my entrance, which was now puffy and pink from the overuse. He looked up at me, his expression softening slightly.

“Do you want to do this?” he asked. “If you’re too sore, I can finish myself.”

I knew I shouldn’t want it. There was a slight ache between my legs and I wasn’t sure I would be able to survive another orgasm. But I did. I wanted him so bad. I wanted to feel him inside of me, to feel him fill me up with his seed. I wanted him to leave me sore and dripping and unable to leave our bed as he went off to work.

I reached between us and took hold of him. He sucked in a breath between his teeth at the action. I moved my hips slightly, pushing just the tip inside of me.

That was enough of an answer for him. Without hesitation, he thrusted forward, filling me up in an instant. I let out a gasp that turned into a moan as he started to thrust into me at a quick pace.

Usually, Stephen was a very gentle lover. We liked to take our time (whenever we actually had any). He liked to make me feel good, and I loved to make him feel good as well.

But this, this was the exact opposite of how Stephen normally was in the bedroom. In this moment, he was rough and merciless, thrusting into me so hard that the headboard was hitting off of the wall and the bed was shaking. My soft moans were replaced with screams of pleasure. I felt like he was going to break me in half, and honestly, I would’ve been more than okay with that.

He was hitting just the right spot inside of me that made the familiar pressure in my stomach build again. My nails were dug into his shoulders, undoubtably leaving bright red marks in their wake. Not that anyone was going to see them besides me.

“F-fuck, St-Stephan,” I moaned. “I-I’m gonna c-cum again.”

“Not yet, baby,” he said. “Wait for me.”

I wasn’t sure I was able to. I could feel yet another orgasm quickly rushing through me. I tried to hold it back, but it felt like I had no control over my own body anymore.

As if he could read my mind, Stephen started to thrust into me at a faster pace (something I didn’t even know was possible). He lowered his head and started kissing over my neck, leaving a trail of kisses and bites from my collarbone all the way up to my ear.

“Now,” he breathed into my ear before nibbling on my earlobe.

I screamed out as my third and final orgasm ripped through me again. At the same time, I could feel Stephen pulsing inside of me as he rode out his own orgasm. He groaned into my ear, sending chills down my spine as my body finally came to rest after such intense pleasure back to back.

We laid tangled together for some time, panting to try and catch our breaths. As much as I would’ve loved to keep him buried inside of me, I did feel somewhat relieved when he finally pulled out of me. I felt my body sink into the bed as exhaustion took over me once again.

Stephen stood and looked at the time.

“Well,” he said, “I will be sufficiently late by the time I get to work.” He shot me a playful look and added, “I hope you’re happy.”

“Hey, you could’ve left at any time,” I said with an innocent shrug.

He chuckled and shook his head as he walked off to the bathroom to go shower.

I rolled onto my side, my aching body protesting the movement. I tried to force myself to stay awake so I could tell him goodbye, but it was pretty well impossible. I was slowly succumbing to my tiredness was Stephen walked back in. He noticed my sleepy state and quickly grabbed some clothes from the closet.

“I’ll go get dressed in the bathroom so I don’t keep you awake,” he told me. “Get some rest, love. I’ll see you after work.”

He kissed my forehead and I smiled up at him. “Have a good shift. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

He walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. The moment he was gone, I was out like a light.

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[marvel-snape-writes]

The Story of Tonight.

Stephen Strange x original female character

18+ smut

Did someone say Stephen and a girl in a car??? 👀

Stephen Strange and his current love interest attend a party with mutual friends, but they know where the real fun is at...

(Snippet below, full story linked in title above ♥️)

Stephen watched closely with slightly parted lips from her words and the way she said them, shaking his head slightly to try and get out of his trance. The rest of the conversation was practically a blur to Stephen, his eyes veering over in Claudia’s direction the majority of the time. Once he spotted her breaking away from her friends and walking to the bar on her own, he politely nodded at his own group of friends and walked toward her. She had her back to him, minding her own business as she aimed to join the back of one of the queues. Stephen looked around him to make sure no one was watching him too closely before placing his hands upon Claudia’s waist from behind and smirking when he felt her startle slightly before naturally leaning back against him as his lips met her ear.

“Look,” He cleared his throat, holding her against him, “I just want to fuck.”

His words made Claudia both melt and freeze at the same time. She glanced to either side of her before tilting her head up and raising her eyebrows as their eyes met.

“What, right now?” She bit her lip.

“Right fucking now.” He growled into her ear.

“But… where?” She gazed up at him again, feeling her breathing change when one of his hands reached for hers.

“Come on,” He whispered before looking around the room, “Let’s get out of here for a little bit.”

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[erule]

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

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

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

Your reflection | s.s.

Pairing: Stephen Strange x fem!Avenger!reader

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

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

Word count: 1K

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Apparently, yes,” he answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean? I don’t lie”.

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded.

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

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

“Stephen!”

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

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I told you. (BBC Sherlock)

Word count: 967

Warnings: None.

Pairings: Sherlock Holmes x f!Reader 

You put the book you were reading away and decided to get Sherlock's attention because you wanted his attention on you rather than the people outside of the window. 

"Sherlock~" You sweetly called his name but he's still not looking at you. 

"Sherl? Hello?" You stood up and walked towards him then hugged his waist. 

"What's so interesting outside of the window, Sherl?" You asked as you peaked your head to look what was so interesting outside but you just saw the busy street of London. 

"Sherlock!" You shouted his name then he looked at you. 

"What?" He asked and you frowned. 

"Can you put your attention on me for a while." You said while Sherlock removed your hands on his waist and sat down in front of his laptop. You crossed your arms beneath your chest and were about to say something when someone knocked on the door. 

You grumpy went to open the door and once you opened it revealed a beautiful woman. She looked at you and asked."Is Sherlock Holmes, home?" You were about to answer when Sherlock decided to speak. 

"Adler." He said as he looked at her. 

"Holmes." They both stared at each other while you looked at them back and forth. 

"You were supposed to be dead." Sherlock said. 

"So are you, Mr. Holmes." You frowned at her reply. 

"And am I also supposed to be dead?" You remarked and mentally rolled your eyes. Sherlock stood up and blocked your view as he welcomed Irene inside the flat while you glared at the back of his head. 

"Oh, you again." John who just arrived at the flat said."Well, it's good that you are dressed this time." 

"What? This time?" You looked at Sherlock who's attention was on Irene. You were fuming because earlier he wasn't giving you attention and now some gorgeous woman just arrived and all of his attention was on her. 

You went to the kitchen to get your ice cream to cool your head but once you opened the fridge, you only saw body parts and a freaking head! And no sign of your ice cream anywhere. This made your blood boil because no one dared to mess with your ice cream. 

You went to the living room to ask Sherlock about your ice cream."Sherl–" 

"Y/N, could you make tea for our guest." You looked at him with fire in your eyes. Irene was even sitting on Sherlock's chair but he wouldn't allow you too. 

You rolled your eyes and went back to the kitchen again, you felt someone was with you."Not a word, John." You warned him and that made him gulp. 

"I was just going to help you." After making the tea, you grabbed your coat on the coat rack and went out of the flat but you accidentally slammed the door so hard that John almost spilled his tea as he was startled by the sound. John looked at Sherlock and Sherlock sighed. 

"If you don't have any business here, you can leave now." Sherlock said and stood up then went to the coat rack because he's going to follow you. Irene was about to say something but he already left the flat and began searching for you. 

You were walking through the cold streets of London to get some ice cream to cool your mind. You went to McDonald's and ordered some fries and ice cream because it's the best combination. As your order was ready you took it and left to go to the nearby park to enjoy the sunset. 

"You might catch a cold with your habit, Y/N." You heard his deep voice but you paid no attention to him as you continued to eat your fries.  

You felt he sat down next to you and you could smell the coffee and chicken nuggets as he sat down. You were trying so hard not to give in but then he opened the chicken nuggets."I'm sorry, darling." He said but you just scooped a huge amount of ice cream and shoved it in your mouth. You got a brain freeze. Sherlock took your ice cream away and you glared at him. 

"Enough with the ice cream, darling. You might catch a cold and your throat might hurt." He said and wrapped his scarf around your neck to bring some more warmth. You looked at him, lovingly and flattered at his gestures. 

"I love you." You decided to give in because you love Sherlock so much. 

Sherlock smiled."I love you too." He leaned in to kiss you and you also did the same but quickly moved away as you successfully snatched the chicken nuggets. He blinked his eyes and chuckled as you happily ate your meal. 

He kissed your cheek, opened his coat and moved you closer to him to give you more warmth. You both watched the sunset together and that made you feel special."You're so cute when you're jealous, love." 

"I'm not jealous, I'm just upset." You said. 

"There's no need to be upset or jealous, darling because you're the only beautiful woman who stole this sociopath's heart." You smiled as you snuggled more into him. 

"How come you wouldn't let me sit on your chair but you gladly let Ms. Adler sit on it." You pouted and Sherlock chuckled. 

"Because I preferred you to sit on my lap." You blushed. 

"Whatever you say, Holmes." He smiled at your blushing state and kissed your head. 

The next day, you have a sore throat and a fever after staying in the cold and eating an ice cream in the cold weather. Sherlock looked at you and you frowned. 

"I told you." 

"Shut it, William." He chuckled and took care of you the whole day. 

~~~~

A short one shot story, sorry bout that but I hope you guys like it. <3

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How '1917' Was Filmed To Look Like One Shot

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Cruel Summer

Sinister Strange x reader; Doctor Strange Supreme x reader.

This is inspired by a dream I had, and slightly by the song "Cruel summer" by Taylor Swift.

Summary: "I love you, " ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?

Warnings: Hurt/ Comfort. Angst, toxic relationship, and a lot of fluff. It has a lot of summer vibes.

Disclaimer: This is fiction made just for entertainment and should not be confused with things that happen in real life, be aware of toxic relationships, set your boundaries, guys!

Read this on AO3 or Wattpad.

"Christine" The gruff voice broke the silence you had been stuck in for hours, it was not the first time you felt this ravaged, while you looked through the window at the black landscape, at the dead land before you, beyond the borders of the property you called home. You knew it was a forgotten cemetery, the soil covering all the corpses of the individuals of that city, the city whose name, streets, buildings or inhabitants you could not recall, and although he would say you were lucky to be alive, you knew quite well you belonged to them, to the citizens buried under the soil, under the dust, under oblivion. "I've told you not to aimlessly walk around the place, it's dangerous".

It was true, the damages in the place were as hideous as lacerated was your mind, and that was one of the reasons you would never think of leaving, it was not like you had more options either, but the fact that the cold colours that flooded the furniture and tapestries mimicked the colour of your heart, slowly freezing, dying, and everything was as blue as your feelings were, would make you stay if you had had another option. 

You nodded and headed to your chair, where you took a seat and waited for his voice to talk to you, to command you. He plodded towards you with his hands intertwined on his back, next he sat before you and examined you, your face, your eyes, your body. It was always like that, as if he was trying to find an error, a defect, and he was always able to find it because an exasperated sigh followed all the times, as well as an annoyed look. 

"Any plans for today?" You shook your head and looked at the floor. "You can't remember anything?"

Same answer. 

"Alright, I guess you're staying here by my side today".

You didn't emit any comment because there was no need, you knew it quite well. He would always ask the same question, but you were not able to remember. Not a thing, not what you had been before this. All you knew, the man before you was your husband, to whom you had to be devoted to because he had also happened to save your life, regardless the fact you didn't know what from, his face was familiar though, your memories were gone but you were certain you had been by his side for a long time now.

"Oh, sweetheart" His eyes met yours, he was almost kneeling before you and you knew what was going to happen next, his devilish grin stood out in his face. "Do you really want to stay by my side?"

His words were charming but his voice had never sounded like it, in fact, displeasure was always there, not even hiding but in plain sight. 

"Yes, Stephen". 

You assured because you had nothing else left, it was just the two of you in the world, because he was your husband and you were his wife, because you could not help but love him although despair was probably the only reason why you loved him, you needed something (or someone) to clung onto.

"I love it when you're this submissive" his face remained somber as did his voice. You didn't know much after what had happened but to you, that was what hatred would look like, even if he was trying to disguise it somehow and pretend it was love or lust. "You always want to please your beloved husband, don't you?"

You did not know how to react, he was your husband but still a stranger you knew nothing about and yet,  you didn't want to reject him because when you were lying together, that was the only time you could feel something different, as though he realised you were actually the woman he had chosen to marry, to spend eternity with. Even if his fingers gave you the shivers due to the colour they embraced, as if they had touched the depths of his soul, you would not reject their touch; no matter how much icy they were, they would always make you melt.

Stephen was playing with your hair, taking some strands of it and smelling them. You had obliged to lay on his bare chest after your little physical encounter, because you knew it was what he liked, you had got to know a bit of him throughout your aftermath while you were trying to get your old self back. 

You found everything in him fascinating and novel, the shape of his body, his eyes as deep as the ocean; his pale skin  convinced you every time he was indeed a phlegmatic marble sculpture; his lifeless lips; his beefy muscles yet his always languid movements; and even the scars of his secret past that had remained and were now a part of him were captivating to you. You had noticed those cicatrices seemed to brought him terrible memories and a throbbing pain almost unbearable, and you always wondered how he had got those scars in his stomach and lower back that looked so dreadful and must have produced him such a big ache when he got them, as if he had been impaled and left bleeding, because even now that they looked completely healed or at least covered with novel yet red-purple skin, when something touched him by accident in the aforementioned spots, he would always involuntarily tremble as if he had been hit by a lightning strike, so you would avoid touching them at any cost.

"Stephen?" 

"Hmm?"

"Can I ask you a favor?" 

He left your hair and met your pupils, his coldest look was back, above the big black bags of his eyes, his coarse hair falling over his wintry forehead giving him an unfathomable aspect. 

"I would like to go out, to see the town, we could go together and..."

"No".

"But I think it would be good for me and my health, I'm always here and I think a little walk, and wandering around would allow me to recover my memories and..."

"I said no". 

The man rose and got dressed with his unusual robes in dark tones, your eyes glistened with tears that were probably not perceived by him, otherwise how he could have left you all alone when he claimed he loved you and wanted the best for you?  His usual expression materialised in his facial features and in his demeanour, he was back to the sea of his thoughts, adrift, but never seeking the way home, back to you. 

"You cannot leave this place, Christine. Never".  His voice quavered, simulating the notes from the nostalgic melody he would play at the dust of the night on the old piano when he thought you were already asleep, the melody that brought you a bunch of terrible lost memories, trepidation as well as distress, you would usually fall asleep to it once you eyes were drained, and find dry tears in your parched cheeks in the morning just because of the anguish it made you feel. It was Stephen's regret, woes and vexation towards you comprised in a song, it was to you as the chirp of a bird of prey, announcing your end. 

"But Stephen, please..."

"It's dangerous out there, and there's nothing to see, that's my final word. And now get up, I don't want you to get depressed again". 

A tear ran through your cheek once he left you there all alone. You should be accustomed to his baffling manners, but somehow it still felt unsettling after all of those weeks of convalescence, you feel used, you feel as if once he had got what he wanted he all of a sudden remembered how much he hated you, you wanted to hate him too, but then you remembered all the times you had found him feeding you warm soup and providing you with medicines and other remedies just in order to make you feel better, you remembered he had told you just bits of your story so you would not get haunted by the past, it also came to you memory how he had received your kisses with that concerned, scared and indecisive look in his eyes, and you just could not help but love him.

"I'm sorry" the voice came out as a whisper, a soft whisper, hatred was not there and instead regret, you could tell it was not feigned. It had been some time after your little argument, maybe a couple of hours and he was back to you. "I just... except for the emptiness, there is nothing left, and this seclusion is better than whatever that remains out there, I could not allow myself to put you or your health at risk, I'm not willing to gamble on your life, the best is if you stay here, please, don't insist".

And then again, sourness in his look, leaving again after you had softly nodded, not convinced about his reasons but with no will to go against his and lose everything (him) again.

Dinner was not any different at first, as every night you remained quiet, certainly, a stranger would be less harsh; he seemed to be distracted thinking about something you could not tell but you knew it was something complicated because he was clearly puzzled. He took the last bite of his meal glaring at you but not seeing you, moving his mouth reflecting doubt, he was making a decision and you held your breath in anticipation. 

"If you really think you need some fresh air and you'll be in an acceptable health condition after it, then  you can go to the garden whenever you feel like it, or what remains of it".

You smiled at him, sincerely, you hadn't expected that, it was one of those few nice gestures towards you that made you feel hope, he didn't hate you, he had just gone through a lot recently, or at least it was what you liked to think. 

 "But don't you dare go beyond the border, otherwise there will be consequences". 

He rose, walked by your side but stopped when you muttered a "thank you, Stephen" and then left a soft kiss on your scalp. 

-

It was the first time you were in the front garden, Stephen had helped you to go downstairs because your weakened legs still trembled a bit, but had left you alone once he had repeated the warning he had given you the night before. You assured him you would stay in the garden and would never step outside, streets looked depressing enough from the distance. You took a seat on the white wooden bench by the side of the building with the book you had taken with you on your lap, over your long skirt that danced to the wind's beat. 

During the weeks you had spent trapped inside the house, you had never seen the sky this way, it had always been black pitch as eternal night, a perpetual thunderstorm smashing onto the ground, with clouds forming eddies that never stopped as an optical illusion that always made you feel dizzy and brought sorrow to your soul since you used to think they were gates  waiting for leading you to the eternal damnation, black holes slowly devouring the lives of the inhabitants of that oneiric world. Whereas, this afternoon, the sky was clearer, albeit it was still gray, some blue hunks, gifts provided by the wind, were shown from time to time. Dewy and dimming clouds that at first were distant moved in swift motion over your head, with their bright edges reminding you the sun was hiding but was still there and waiting for the moment to finally shine up in the sky, over you. 

The place looked different now that you were able to see it from a close distance, it was indeed scattered with residuals, grass, dead plants and an elm that in another times would have been deciduous but now was still waiting for the spring spirit to embrace it and to grow some leaves, his branches and roots slowly encroaching on the walls and everything at reach. You tried to focus on your book and the tragic love story developing within its pages despite the desolated wilderness you had before you that brought nostalgia and sadness to your heart, until as announced, a lightning split the sky into two and some drops fell into the pages of your book. You looked up, exposing your face to the raindrops, to the call of life. 

"Time to go in" your husband stood in front of you, you could perceive he was upset once more. "I don't want you to get ill". 

You nodded and obliged to cross the threshold after him. 

"You see, it was not a good idea to go there, you look pale, you are not ready for this". He didn't look at you, he was watching outside, he was staring at the rain lashing, pelting the circled window, and you realised it was the first time you saw the rain, it was novel, yet somehow familiar, you wished to be under it, to feel it, but you knew quite well he would not allow it. 

"It was!" You quickly responded. "I'm grateful because I had the chance to be there today, to feel the wind on my face, thank you Stephen".

He nodded and remained silent, you had already noticed he was not the talkative type of man. You left your place and headed to the kitchen where you took a book filled with old recipes, even if you didn't remember how to cook you had tried it a few times over the last couple of weeks because you were bored since there was nothing to do there except for mundane activities. After a not too long period of time you were asking Stephen for permission to come into his office and offered him a tart with the apples you had managed to find. He looked a bit surprised at it, it looked good enough and it was something he had probably not foreseen because you read disbelief in his face. 

"It is to thank you for allowing me to go out". 

"There was no need, it's not like I am keeping you captive I'm just concerned about you... but thank you". He beamed, you sat before him once he had nodded and you two had a slice of it with some iced tea, and for the first time,  even though the both of you were silent, the atmosphere was peaceful and you didn't feel that weight on your back you were so used to, the weight that always indicated you to behave in certain way, so he would not get angry at you, you would always try to maintain a low profile when being around. "It was scrumptious". 

You smiled at him and dared to kiss his cheek before leaving him with his work or whatever he was doing. 

"Stephen, I was wondering if you could... somehow get me some seeds. Perhaps I could..." 

He sighed.

"...Of course if it is not too much of a problem".

"No, it's ok, I'll bring you some once I have the opportunity then... any specifications?" 

"Just the colourful type of flowers?" 

He nodded and joined you in the bed without saying a single word, not even a good night kiss, he looked exhausted although you could tell he had not had more business to take care of than usual. He allegedly fell asleep almost immediately because his breath became heavier, you admired him, he looked peaceful when he was sleeping, despair was gone. All of a sudden, you gasped in horror when you found out his damn cunning third eye remained open and was scrutinising you, making you freeze, it was always unbearable, finally it closed and you decided your husband was completely asleep. You were trying to get rid of the feeling that eye gave you, so you stared at the ceiling, you were not seeing it, you were just reflecting about your situation, trying to retrieve any memory that gave you a clue of what events had led you into your current situation. It was very late in the night when an idea crossed your mind. Why did Stephen seem to hate you at times? You were his wife, and if you were married then he would have had to love you at some point in the past. Unless he was incapable, but from time to time you could see in his eyes a glimpse of love, so that was not the reason for that attitude... Perhaps it had all been your fault. Yes, it all made sense that way. Maybe you should talk to Stephen and make things clear, although knowing him and his extreme paranoia about your health he might refuse your initiative, besides he had always avoided that subject. Before the sun rose that morning you knew exactly what you would do in order to make things right between the two of you.

When you got up it was already late, you were still weak and you had gone to sleep late besides, so the first task you had planned in your mind had been a failure. Your husband was away you could tell, he did that from time to time, you did not know much but he would get supplies for the both of you from god knows where, it was the only time he would leave for the day so you thought it was a good idea to take advantage of the time. 

You cleaned the house, which was such a complicated activity since it was almost ruined, not just the structure but everything else was falling into pieces, the tapestries and furniture were scratched, the ceiling had damp, there were papers and music sheets all around the floor, and the old fashioned ornaments were scattered, you stopped yourself for a minute in order to contemplate everything surrounding you; the furniture and objects made the place look as an abandoned gothic manor, and you realised the dismal vibe it had could be the cause  you two were so down all the time, that was why it was important to get it cleaned, you tried not to touch anything of his strange belongings, and after some hours you could see it was decent enough and it was enough of a remarkable change. You prepared a good dinner and put on your best dress. That should do, that should emend your errors from the past, that should be a sign to start over for the two of you.

Stephen Strange came out of nowhere as he always did, with a lot of bags in his arms and you quickly assisted him with some.

"It is not necessary, I can handle it". 

You nodded and gave him your brightest smile. 

"What is this all about?" He asked once he looked at you more carefully, he noticed the change in your aspect, and he also noticed the arrangement of the table: the candles, the wine and the good looking dishes on it. He looked around and could almost feel as if he was somewhere else, somewhere less emotionally depriving. 

"Nothing... I mean, I've been feeling better and that's because of you, so I decided it was a good idea to celebrate a bit. You must be starving, come on, let's have dinner". 

He frowned and followed you. He enjoyed the dinner and the small talk afterwards about dinner itself, music and book preferences, nevertheless, he changed his mind once you started to ask him about the past as though he had run out of words and with no further explanations he cut you off by saying past was not important anymore; and even if you really wanted to know what had happened you decided you could manage to develop some kind of strategy to make him talk some other day, but right now you needed to be cleverer, you needed to win him over, besides, you had seen him more cheerful than usual and that made you feel good too. 

"Perhaps we should go to sleep" you suggested in an attempt to change the subject, to keep his good mood. 

"Yes... but before that, you know, I actually have a present for you too" Stephen softly smiled at first, took something from the inside pockets of his jacket, because he would dress different every time he left, and offered you some small paper packets. You took them excited, and you found out they were the seeds you had asked for and a wider smile lit up your face, your eyes shone and Stephen's gestures softened again, deep down he had been hoping that reaction would show up in your face. 

"Thank you, Stephen" you ran towards him since you were trying to get the table clean before heading to your bedroom and kissed his lips, thrilled, next you wrapped him into your arms and although he was astonished due to your gesture he didn't let go. 

As many other nights, that one ended with both of your bodies entwined but this time, you felt different, everything had happened under different circumstances driven by new feelings that made your heart race and your stomach ache in the best of ways, you could actually feel something else inside you, beyond habit, and you did not know why but you had a feeling, you were sure that night your lives would change forever. 

-

"Good morning, love". 

You smiled, you had been ready this time, you had woken up earlier, therefore you had the chance to prepare a nice breakfast that was ready by the time he was just coming out of your bedroom, still half asleep, still with the hair tangled, it was the first time you used those words to refer to him and it made your pulse rush.

"Good morning", he replied, the same sort of shock of the good type reflected in his face. "I was wondering where were you, it smells very good I can say". He had taken a moment to breathe in deeply. 

"Please, sit down and let's eat breakfast together". You smiled, he behave as a gentleman and helped you to sit in front of the table. 

After breakfast and once you had finished your cup of coffee, he took care of the plates, therefore you hurried out to the garden because you could not hold your excitement back anymore, you had taken your seeds with you and everything that could be of use in order to revive that wrecked garden. You started to cut and remove everything that was wilted since you needed space for the flowers you wanted to grow there. You could already see th epicture in your head, you read a lot and it only made your imagination to go wild. 

It was a fact you had been feeling so much better and you were also trying to focus on the future instead of the detrimental past that used to revolve as a bunch of clouds that blinded your thoughts, which had brought as a result mental health that could also be translated into  physical health almost all the time, you still felt a bit weak from time to time and sleepy, the headaches were gone though. You had to hurry or the rain would take away your opportunity to clean up that mess just like the other day. You even started to sing at a low voice while you were working, and it was the first time you did so, an indicator of how well you were doing. 

All of a sudden you noticed a shadow moving from behind you, perhaps it was not a big deal but it made you fear for your life, you stopped singing and got paralysed,  your eyes widened in shock, the man wrapped into dark robes with a funny expression that could be mistaken by a murderer's look was holding a shovel, walking towards you, he had made you freeze. Opposite to what you had thought at first glance, he didn't seem to have any intentions of murdering you.��

"Let me help you with that". He started to make small holes with his tool, he had seen the shock in your face and a tiny smile appeared in his, once you saw his intentions were not as dark as you had first thought, you planted the seeds in the small holes he had made and watered them.  

"Thank you" you whispered when you had succeeded in finishing the job, he smiled. Next you laughed at him, after looking at him carefully, he looked at himself too and discovered you were laughing at the mess on his clothes and face, the soil on them had become mud. 

"But look at you" You looked at your dress and hands, you were definitely a big mess too and you couldn't help but laugh even louder. Stephen dared to laugh too, finally. As loud as he could. It was the first time you heard him laugh, a new sound you were sure you would love for the rest of your life. As though life had come back to him and flooded his veins, lighting up his face and eyes. You two had never been happier and even if you found it hard to believe, the sun might have wanted to join your celebration because it dared to shine leaving the clouds far behind, it even felt a bit warmer. 

You stared at it until you realised you were starting to see black spots due to the great amount of light it provided, so you just closed your eyes but kept your face in its direction as well as your smile, it felt so odd, yet so good, life was also coming back to you, you breathed out and in, your lungs filling with pure air. The sky was blue in addition, light blue, a colour you had never seen in it before. The wind blew softly and an exhale came out of you, it reflected joy and peace, the peace you had been longing for. 

You opened again your eyes once you felt the cold hands of your husband grabbing yours, you stared at him for a couple of seconds, you were glowing because of the joy you were experiencing. You held his icy hands, his eyes were examining you again, he was not being cruel this time though, he was being curious, you could tell by his expression, it seemed he hadn't found the defect he was always looking for, instead, you could read tenderness in his eyes. He took his gloomy fingers to your face and softly placed his lips on yours. 

-

Some weeks later, things had changed for the both of you, you were happier than you had ever been and it was reflected in your appearance, you weren't thin, languid or pale anymore, now your cheeks had reddened and your eyes shone all the time. Change could also be perceived in Stephen who looked a bit more alive and now smiled more often, which was good news to you, nevertheless, the most meaningful change had been his attitude towards you, it felt as if hatred had also been replaced for love. You spent days strolling in the garden, reading, sharing thoughts on the books you read, baking together, admiring the sky, holding each other until it was time to sleep. 

That morning the intense sun shone, standing out on the blue sky, with no clouds surrounding it, the flowers ranging to yellow sunflowers, daisies, violets to pink and red roses that you two had planted had finally bloomed, you could perceive their aroma right from where you were standing, even if you were inside just looking from the window and you got the feeling of being stuck in an enchanted forest. The sunlight provided life to the green leaves that stuck out on the blue sky, the wind created dancing shadows with them and the bees had came out of nowhere, these had also happened to invite some birds, such as the cute swallow that was perched in the elm, which had also come back to life, and had woken you up that morning when the sky was still red and the clouds were orange due to the rise of the sun. You were looking at it through the dormer window, thanking life for giving you the chance to admire the other side of nature, the pleasant one, you remembered you had reached a point where you used to think you would blend in with the dark clouds, with the shadows of the house, you had thought of yourself as a ghost that could never escape and would forever keep surveillance of the house against intruders but would never be seen or heard, and you would look at them living the thrilling life you had longed and had never come. Now you had some kind of hope things were going to be fine, Stephen himself had been doing some reparations in the house, thus it didn't look as a ruined kirk in the middle of nowhere anymore, instead it looked more like a home, your home. The sunlight came towards the windows creating shadows that made you feel the house was alive, sometimes you thought it was just so quiet, even beyond the borders of the property the dead hills looked greener and lightened by the sunlight, the distant trees had flourished and the desolation picture was almost gone. You were doing just perfect or almost, since that morning you felt odd, nostalgic, sad, as you hadn't felt in a long time now, perhaps you had acquired some kind of virus because your eyes glistened and it was not because you wanted to cry, or maybe you wanted because thinking about all what had happened before made you feel weird, although you really felt a bit sick, you decided it was nothing to worry about and kept enjoying the view instead.

"I'll get us some supplies, sweetheart". The man stood behind you, waiting for you to look at him before he made his way out. 

"May I go with you, Stephen?"

"I don't think it is a good idea..."

"... Please. I'll behave, no one will know I'll be there, I'm just so curious about it, I don't know anything but this".

"Trust me, it's better for the both of us if you stay here".

You sighed and looked at your feet, your eyes filled with the tears that you attempted to hold back, it would not have mattered, it was not such a big deal, but that morning was one of those. You didn't want to feel like that, you didn't want to cause either worry or wrath in your husband now that he had been acting so differently towards you.

"It's ok, be careful, be back by dinner time". Your voice stammered even if you tried to remain calm, but your body was betraying you. You nodded but didn't look at him, instead trudged to your bedroom.

"May I come in?" Stephen popped in and asked, you nodded as only response. 

"Sorry Stephen, I didn't mean to throw a hissy fit just because of this". 

"And that is why I am concerned, I've been watching you these days, what's going on? Are you ill?" 

You shook your head. 

"I'm fine".

"You're sensitive, even more than you used to be, and you're starting to look pale again, is there something you're not telling me?"

You denied again. 

"Alright, then I suppose I will have to spoil you a bit in order to make you feel better, I don't want you to lose that smile of yours ever again, come with me".  He offered his hand. 

"Are you serious?"

"It's not a big deal after all, I reckon everything will be just fine if you do behave". He grinned and so did you. 

You stepped out the bedroom and he held your hand in his once he opened that magical gate you had seen before but had never had the chance to cross. You did not expect to feel something because of it since you thought it was just a door, but you did, it was not as simple as to go across an ordinary door. The blue sparks that it irradiated made you feel as if the atoms within you body had vanished and brought together a new you, you were dizzy for a while after you crossed to the other side, you two had to take a seat before walking inside the place you aimed to visit, Stephen wanted you to go back but you assured him it was all because of that new experience and after a few minutes you would be fine. 

It was a huge place, filled with racks and racks of the things you were used to see in your cupboards, there was a crowd making a hubbub, you had never been to a place that felt as alive as this one. Stephen got a little funny cart. 

"Now, you have to choose what you want to take home and put it here, bring with you everything you need and want". 

You nodded and after walking through some corridors your trolley was full, you had taken goods ranging from pasta to soap and a new blanket. 

"And now what?"

"Well, they check this and this" he showed you some sort of an ID with his name in it. "And we take it home since here food is for free". 

You certainly didn't expect it to be that way according to what you had read so far, but it was quite a good surprise so you simply smiled, although suddenly your smile was replaced by something else, an awkward expression. 

"Stephen, before we get into that long queue, is there a chance I can use the toilet?" You asked all of a sudden.

"Of course!" Stephen guided you through the store until you finally reached the corner with the sign that indicated you had arrived, you looked pale. "Are you ok?"

"I will be" you hurried.

"I'll wait for you over there" he gestured at a bench not so far away from the spot you were standing. 

You didn't have time to say anything else although you did listen to what he had said. You barely had the chance to close the door before you threw up, disgust took over you but also something else, the reason why you started to cry  the next second, you didn't know what was coming about, you had been doing so much better, your health was improving and now this, what was happening to you? Were you dying? Stephen didn't have to know, you decided. Still you were scared, angry and devasted at the same time.  

You stood in front of the mirror while you washed your face, you observed your pale skin, the wide bags under your eyes, and that eerie light in your pupils, then a distant thought crossed your mind. You remembered the last days and you realised you had been having these symptoms over the last two weeks, increasing gradually until they were now noticeable and hard to ignore, and then you also thought about the lack of blood over the last month. It was so obvious but you still were recovering, trying to adapt so you had paid no attention. Your heart raced and your legs trembled when the idea became clearer, you felt as if all of a sudden you were isolated again with no one out there to help you. A rough draft of a plan crossed your mind, you were afraid, but this was the only chance you would have in who knew how long. It was now or never. 

You slipped outside the bathroom, you could see Stephen in the distance, he was distracted looking at nothing, so you took that chance and walked through the corridor until you reached the section "pharmacy" it read, you knew you would find what you were looking for there, because it was logical, besides the tour guide (Stephen) had explained every area of the place in detail. You reached for a shelf, the box with pink and blue lines drawn on it, you breathed in deeply and took it, saved it in your bag, you would do it when you were back home, even though you were dying due to the uncertainty he would get suspicious if you took longer in the bathroom.  

"Hey you have to pay for that!"

The man with the uniform yelled at you. You ran scared because you were not sure what was going on, Stephen had told you everything was for free, so why would he start chasing you as if you were some kind of criminal? You did not know, you were confused and scared. It had been too much in just a couple of minutes. You had no other option but to run towards your husband who was still patiently waiting for you to go out the toilets.  

"Thief!" The man was running after you, which was the more reason to escape.

"What's going on?" Stephen jumped from his seat and stood between your persecutor and you, you sheltered behind him as if you were a little girl. 

"She's stealing, sir... "  

Stephen groaned, exasperated due to the attitude of the man, he knew for the better humans in that specific universe were harder to deal with and made so much noise for nothing, instead of talking, they would attack. 

"I'm sure it is just a misunderstanding. How much is it?" He reached for his wallet. 

"900".

"Alright, here you are, now leave her alone". He handed him a couple of notes that covered the amount and the other man left looking at you with suspicion. "Sorry, dear. Just food is for free and some basic supplies, we have to pay for the rest, I should have warned you. But you should have told me you needed medicine, well actually, you should have asked for advice first, I'm a doctor after all, anyways, I would have paid for it... you feel ill, isn't it? That is for your illness".

You moved your head affirmatively. And again tears fooled you and ran through your cheeks with no way of stopping them. 

"It's all fine, darling, come on let's go home. I assure you, you'll be fine, I knew you had to stay home". 

Stephen compeled you to sit on your bed while he prepared dinner, and you took that chance to flee to the bathroom. You looked at the box and read the instructions carefully, did as it was indicated and waited for what seemed hours. 

"Dinner is ready, do you want me to take it to the bedroom?"

"No, I'll go to the table, just a second". 

"You sure?"

You didn't have another option but to head to the table because you knew quite well that if you took longer he would be dubious. 

"Aren't you going to eat?" Stephen frowned at you while you stared at your food and played with it using your fork. 

"I'm not really hungry" you were starving or had been before the smell of the pasta made you sick to the stomach, you wanted to throw up again. Twice a day now, you were absolutely worried.

"I see, you need a check-up".

"I'm fine, Stephen, I will prove you I can eat" he looked at you, he could see you were even more pale. You managed to eat a bit of your pasta without discarding it. "Ok that's it for today, I'm stuffed and tired".

He scowled at you and you slipped out of the kitchen to your bedroom, the time required had passed and you could not help but feel even more sick because of the whole situation. You were afraid of whatever the result would be, you didn't know what you were going to do to face any of those possible circumstances. You breathed in, checked the instructions in the box again a couple of times, a single line indicated you probably were never going to get better, and two of them indicated that probably after some time, you would. Your hands trembled because you were not able to contain or manage your emotions, you were drowning in them as if a wave had stolen your breath. You didn't want to look at it, you wished Stephen was there by your side holding you, telling you whatever the result was, he was going to be with you, love you and you would face it together and then everything would be fine, but although he had changed over the last few weeks, you did not know how he would react and you were scared that improvement was only a cover for some kind of hidden intentions. 

The world revolved around you, your head was about to blow up, you were so confused, so scared. It was only two lines and they had forever changed your life in just a few seconds, you sobbed and you did not know why. What was the problem? You were married, that was probably something you had been expecting at some point. 

"Hey? Are you alright?" The man you were so afraid of for some reason you could not understand knocked at the door because he had heard your sobbing. 

"I am" you stuttered. 

"Open the door". 

You obliged to remain calm, you didn't know what to do, so for now you saved the pregnancy test on the box and hid it, just until you found the right words to tell him, since at some point it would be impossible to hide. You opened the door and went out, you tried your best to hold back your weep. 

"What is happening to you? I reckon I thought it was nothing serious until this morning. You can tell me, otherwise how am I supposed to help you?"

"Do you love me, Stephen?"

He looked at you as if you had developed a third eye in your forehead. 

"What does it have to do...?

"Just answer, why are we married? Do you love me?"

"What do you know?"

"What?" 

"There must be a reason you are asking this now, what do you know?"

"I see, you don't".

You were lost in that conversation for sure, what was he hiding? You had always had the feeling it was something dark in your past but this just confirmed it and left you hopeless.

"That is not what I said!"

"In fact, you did not say anything. I knew it, deep down I have always known it but I had hope. Don't worry, Stephen. Don't feel bad about it, one cannot oblige oneself to feel. You didn't break me, I already was". 

You took your place on your side of the bed and wrapped into the blankets you started to think about what the future would be for you and the little being inside you, who allegedly would not be wished or loved by their father either. 

You heard a suspire leaving him, he left you there all alone, you did nothing but wait until sleep embraced you.

A couple of days later and Stephen barely talked to you, because you had in fact been avoiding him. You refused to go out and even to leave the bed, you felt so bad both physically and mentally you only wished you could disappear. You had had so much time alone and yet you hadn't made up your mind, you looked again at the test you were holding, you wanted to throw it away and keep the secret to yourself, but your thoughts were back to the point where you knew it would be impossible to hide in just a couple of months, you were absorbed in your thoughts, hopeless.

 "So this is what it was all about?" you were indeed so absorbed you didn't notice you weren't longer alone, and the man you shared your home (and your life) with was standing before you with rage in his gaze.  "What is that? Show me". 

You had failed in your attempt of hiding it under the white covers when you suddenly realised you had company, and you found Stephen had already taken it from you because you were feeble and his strength was in all senses more powerful than yours, your hand had froze under his grasp. He held the small device in his fingers and you noticed it took him a some seconds to recognise its function. His gaze traveled from the device to your face in a few seconds, stupefaction drawn in his features. 

"Oh sh-...! It can't be... how?" he whispered, your eyes filling with tears again, how dare he ask that? The reaction you had feared was now with no doubts, real. He was disgusted and also  you oculd tell he felt the kind of feeling that produced regret and shame. "Are you really pregnant? This cannot be happening". After that, he didn't say anything else or demanded an answer since words had been snatched from your mouth and from his, you could only feel wrath and could not stop crying, whereas he kept looking at the two bars in disbelief, his face getting darker and darker, the Stephen you had first met was back and the happiness you two had had over the last couple of weeks was now gone, probably forever. He left, closing the door behind his back, leaving you with your shattered heart and a growing sour and despair in your soul. Your fate was clear: loneliness. Therefore, you had two choices, to keep that new life by your side and raise them in that ominous world all on your own, or accompany them to the land you truly believed you should be an inhabitant of, the land of death. Your breakable heaven had proven its fragility, and now you had hit the ground with no way to ascend again. 

-

It had been two weeks since the last time you had seen Stephen, you were sad and angry and in addition the pregnancy was being rude at you, you could barely walk without wanting to throw up, you detested the taste of food as well as its smell. And in addition, you did not have as much energy as you would have liked, since you spent most time lying in your bed, sleeping, and the little time you wandered around the house, you always found yourself standing, looking through the dormer window, secretly waiting for Stephen to cross the garden gate and look at you from below. Your hormones made your feelings more intense and you felt more isolated than ever, anyone could say you were more than ready to give up. 

At that point you could only feel hatred towards Stephen, yet you could not help but still worry about his whereabouts, you didn't have any way to contact him, Stephen had disappeared, vanished into the summer breeze that had become a gale, he had left you alone with no way out. If he did not come back soon you would starve to death (and your child along with you), which was probably his plan, now you could see: a slow solitary death. Whatever you had done in the past must have been one of the most grievous massacres committed by humankind because otherwise, no one could deserve that, furthermore, Stephen could not be less of a villain that you were in any case, since you now were sure he was not capable of having feelings because he was not able to show compassion towards you either, not even in those circumstances. You didn't know very well what to do, but you decided you would fight until the end, until Stephen came back to you and was himself with his own hands who tore you apart and yet you would fight for yourself and for the one who was not guilty of anything but somehow was already suffering, until your last breath left you. 

You got up and wandered all around the house, room by room, and although most doors were locked, it took you a while to explore it, you even dared explore the basement, the one you were so afraid of, you always heard noises coming from it, when you knew very well there was no one there except for shadows. As you had foreseen, besides darkness and dust you could not find anything helpful, and you were about to leave it, when you heard a noise coming from an old wardrobe, it was the sound of someone knocking at the door, and for a second you were afraid Stephen had been stuck in it for the whole two weeks, you hurried and opened the wooden door. Against everything that had crossed your mind, you found a piece of purple and black cloth, that fluttered over you, and then revolved around, as if it was scrutinising you. You attempted to leave before it hurt you, but finally the object that you soon realised was a cloak landed on your shoulders. You were paralysed for a couple of seconds until you decided to go upstairs because the basement was frightening enough.  

"What the hell?" You exclaimed once you realised the cloak would not recede, you were looking at it in the mirror, trying to take it off with no results, you sighed, giving in, at least it didn't seem to be dangerous, you addressed to it still looking at the both of you in the mirror. "Alright, you can stay there if that's what you wish, I don't care, still I have to find that idiot, so if you try to stop me, then you'll face an angry mother to be". And you decided your new companion was inoffensive and would not harm you, and on the contrary, it was friendly

As last resource, you went out to the garden, it had been a log time since you had been there and the image you remembered of it, seemed far away, it had nothing to do with the pretty enchanted garden you had seen the last time. You found a gray sky that threatened to drop a thunder over you, the flowers you had seen so colourful and alive were all wilted for no apparent reason, the sun had hidden again, welcoming the devasted landscape you had known; the tornadoes were also back in the black sky and for a second you wished one of them would actually trap you and kill you, you sighed, you were exhausted. Your life had receded to your first memories and you wondered if you hadn't got fever in the first place and you had imagined the good time you had spent with your so-called husband, was he even real? He had to be, otherwise, how would have you managed to be there and survive that long?

"Where are you Stephen Strange?" you groaned looking around, as if you were playing hide and seek and he would jump over you at any second, trying to surprise you.    

The cloak over your shoulders finally took off and levitated until it was in front of you, it held your hand, or rather wrapped your hand and guided you until you almost crossed the black metallic fence, you stopped yourself, trying to prevent the cloak from getting you out the lands belonging to the house, remembering the warning Stephen had given you, you asked yourself if the risk out there was that important, if it would be worse than starving, than being all alone there in complete uncertainty. Stephen was not at sight, so you had not option but venture yourself into the unknown, beyond the borders you would not have dared to cross otherwise, allowing the flying cloth that seemed to have a personality of its own to guide you through the stairs you had never been able to see before and into the path that soon became indistinguishable.

Once you had got down through that immense staircase that certainly you didn't expect to find, everything changed. Air had stopped being the medium which you used to breath, and that was probably the reason the new environment surrounding you was drowning you, at first sight it looked like an immense dead sea that led to a big door which was closed so you attempted to cross that sea. Soon enough you blindly trudged on the swamp under your feet. You had not had time to reflect on it, but what was before your eyes was nothing you had expected to find, not even in your dingy nightmares, from the dormer window in the upper floor you would always see the bleak rugged cliffs that stood out on the dismal horizon, colorless except for the days when you had got to know joy; you would also perceive the ruins of the structures and the shadows of the church that stuck out over the precipice when moon came out, remanence of the tragedy you all had been victims of, the leftovers of civilisation, of life, now whereas, instead of walking down those streets you used to distinguish from the distance, you were slowly submerging into an abyss that seemed to be filled with black ink, the ink Stephen had used to create your world, to create you.

Blackness was the only thing you could discern, your breathing became more and more irregular the longer you spent there, you could still feel the cloak that held your hand though, and you thought you were going to faint at any second, because in the middle of that suffocating atmosphere, you could see a glimpse of light, something that didn't belong there. 

"Help me, please" a distant disembodied voice pleaded, a voice you knew quite well.

"Stephen? Where are you?" 

You walked until you reached the spot that was not as dark as the rest. There he was, Stephen Strange, he looked different though, his beard wasn't as untidy as it usually was, neither was his hair, among other features such as the lack of paleness of his skin that made you doubt for a second he was your  Stephen Strange, he was standing, looking at you, pain was reflected in his gestures.  

"Come with me, Stephen". You offered your hand.

"Oh, yes, you are pregnant, I knew it, I knew it ever since the beginning, I'm a doctor after all" never daring to touch you, he had had just a glimpse of you, he smiled weakly. 

"I'm pregnant with our child, Stephen, come home with us". 

"I want to, but you have to help me".

"How?"

"I don't know" he tried to hold your hand but you realised he was incapable of touching anything, he was a ghost. 

"You're dead".

"Not yet".

"What is happening?" You had started to weep because it was too much for you, all of it. 

"You need to find the book, you need to destroy it, otherwise I'll be dead, and so will you". 

"What book?"

"THE DARKHOLD!" He was exasperated, he did not really know what to do. 

"I will, but come with me". You promised although you did not know what he was talking about, perhaps he had just gone crazy. 

"I can't! It was a mistake... I should have never used it in the first place, I was so obsessed... Christine was never meant to be mine".

"Oh, but I am, I am yours and you're mine, Stephen".

A sour laugh came from his mouth.

"Oh darling, but you are not Christine". 

"Wh-"

"I cannot explain that now, look for the book, and don't allow me to get it first. You better take care of her... of them, understood?" 

The cloak nodded, Stephen all of a sudden had turned into a motionless sculpture that slowly vanished and you sighed in awe at him, your companion took you back home, you laid on the dead grass trying to recover your forces and breath since you were almost choking out there, and to dispel the shock, you didn't know what was happening. You nodded off, you ended up exhausted after your little adventure. 

"Christine!" There he was, the Stephen you knew, the chaotic one, you didn't know what to think, everything was so odd, you didn't longer know when to rely on your senses, according to you, you had just seen a healthy Stephen back then and now you were caught by the curious gaze of the pale, malicious one. "Where were you? And where did you get that from?" 

"From the basement, where I was... I was looking for you and I thought you were trapped inside a wardrobe".

"Well I wasn't" he careless took the cloak and twisted and squeeze it in his fingers, his knuckles reddened due to the force he was applying, so much you perceived the cloak started to shift in pain, and you were sure it would have screamed and pleaded for help if it had been capable of, you feared for its fate because now Stephen had also started to use that lights, probably magic, and he was slowly burning it.

"Please, can I keep it?" You took part because Stephen was really hurting it, you did not know how was that possible since it was an object but you had to do something. "It's warm". 

He furiously looked at it and then at you. He gave up and threw it at you with contempt.

"I guess you can, it is useless after all, make sure it behaves, otherwise..."

"I'll make sure".  You took it from his hands and wrapped it around yourself as if it was a blanket, it slightly trembled around you, and you felt sorry for it, you'll repair it later. You changed the subject because Stephen kept looking in suspicion at the both of you. "Where were you?"

"Away, I needed to think".

"So?"

"So?"

"Are you still angry at me because I am pregnant?" You stuttered.

"What? I was never angry at you because you were pregnant".

Surprise was drawn in your face.

"I was angry at myself for letting that happen". He explained himself. 

 Disbelief replaced your latter expression. He had guts to tell you that you had to recognise that. 

"Why Stephen? Why do you hate me this much? Did I do something wrong to you? Did I hurt you somehow?" You asked, muddled. 

"Don't say nonsense, I don't hate you, where did you get that idea from?" Bewildered, he asked and it was not feigned, in his head he could not understand why you thought he hated you.

"Then why do you keep treating me like this? What is happening? Why are you so 'angry at yourself' because I got pregnant? We are married, you know, that's normal, that's something that would happen at some point". By that time, you were already a sobbing mess because you were not able to control your feelings no matter how hard you tried, he was breaking you with every single word. 

"It's complicated and no worth of explanation, you don't need to know, now let's go, it's freezing, in your state it won't do any good". 

"I won't go anywhere if you don't want us in your life. It is ok, you can leave again, we don't need you". Your tears disguised behind the raindrops that even though had just started to pelt had already left you soaking wet, Stephen looked at you, he was trying to act distant but you could read sadness in his eyes, he tried to remain quiet but you knew he was actually dejected, you knew quite well that feeling and how it looked, you had had the chance to feel it a few times in the past. 

"Oh come on, don't start talking in plural, it is ridiculous and annoying, now come in." He tried to sound serious but he was indeed downhearted, you could hear it. He grabbed your hand, just after he softly wiped your tears away. 

-

"It won't show up until at least the end of the third month, so you can stop that".

You sighed and looked at the man who was apparently concentrating on a book, he had fooled you at first, but it was noticeable he was actually paying attention to what you were doing due to his commentary, you had been admiring yourself in the mirror in your bedroom for a couple of minutes now, you were wondering when you would be able to see your child's face, to hold him or her in your arms, you had taken your hands over your belly and smiled softly at your mental picture, the one where you had a big bump showing. Cloakie, as you had started to call it, appeared all of a sudden landing on your shoulders and avoiding Stephen to keep judging your actions, you smiled a bit when you saw your husband made a grimace due to the cloak's action. 

"Could you at least stop your bids to make my life miserable and allow me instead to enjoy this? I know for some reason  I cannot understand you did not want this to happen but it is neither my fault or the baby's, so shut up!"

"Sorry". It was a suspire coming from him this time, you did not know what was going through his mind, but you didn't like to think about it, it always gave you an awful feeling,  even imagining what was he thinking gave you the shivers, perhaps he was thinking of murdering you, the darkness in his eyes threatened you.

"Forget about it, I'll go out, you always get to ruin my mood, congratulations". 

"Where?"

"To the museum, of course. To the garden, genius".

"Do not..."

"Trespass the border, I know. Keep reading, I'll be ok, I just need some time alone". 

You were acting brave because Stephen had made you angry since the last time he had just vanished without worrying about you or your baby, yet it was hard, you were scared but you had to pretend you were brave enough to face him to let him see you were willing to do anything to protect the life inside you even if that meant losing him, because he was not longer the most important you had, he was not longer the only thing you had left, the only thing to hold on; you had the impression he was way more dangerous than you thought, you could see it from time to time in the shadows that crossed his eyes when he was looking away, in the nights when he was lying pretending to be asleep, in his devilish grinning, in his dark fingers... You made sure Stephen was not actually following you before you ventured yourself into the unknown.

"You stay here and let me know if he comes before I am back".

The cloak crossed its edges as if they were arms over what could have been its chest, but you continued anyways, because you needed to get things mended, because according to the Stephen's ghost you had talked to, it was the only way to make things right between the two of you, and to get to know the truth, the past he had been hiding from you for a long time now. 

It had been just a couple of weeks and it was the third time you went there, every time with a new section of the infamous dark hold. You had found it at plain sight in Stephen's office, the only book that actually gave you the shivers so far, you did not want to reflect about it but its cover looked like old human flesh, his pages were written in a language you could not recognise and the ink seemed to be dry blood, the first time you had touched it your fingertips had become a little bit black, just as Stephen's. You had thought of taking the whole book with you, but for some reason, you could not, so you had decided to rip some pages of it and take them to the outside of the house so you could verify the authenticity of the aforementioned book, although by its creepy look, you could tell that was the book producing such a big damage in your life. 

Since that first time, you would take a few pages to the centre of the darkness where the only light was alive, as a candle guiding you, and you'd let them burn there until they became dust, and as a result the flame became brighter.

"You still have trouble with gags? You look terrible again".

 You nodded. 

"Thank you, you look great, too".

"You know I don't mean it as an offense, stop acting like this, you're not like this".

"You want me to beg for your attention, Stephen, that's it? Well I am tired of it, I thought I had made a terrible mistake in the past and that was why I had earned your hate, but I'm not sure anymore of it, I started to think you never felt anything for me, I've been always a mistake, and as I said before, I cannot force you to love me, us... so I guess your submissive wife, looking for redemption is gone".

He rolled his eyes at you. 

"Well I guess you've drawn my attention after all because I am concerned about the way you look. And even though it's been a while ever since I stopped bringing medical assistance I can still be of help". 

"Thank you, Stephen, but I'll be fine, I just need to lie for a bit". And as you had just said you did. You lied on your back, looking at the roof waiting for the gags to pass, you were sure it wouldn't take that long, even if during the past days you had found out, they took longer and longer to disappear. You fell asleep because it was better that way, the last thing you felt was the cold hand of Stephen caressing your hair, while observing you, a novel feeling reflected in his eyes, it made you feel your work was slowly paying off, you did not want to keep that secret, but it seemed it was the only way you could keep Stephen. 

"I love you". He muttered, wouldn't that phrase be taken as a bad omen for you?

- 

Days drew on, your expeditions were often and often and although you felt completely worn out, you could actually perceive a little change in Stephen. He was being gentle towards you again, and hopefully it was because of what you had been doing, putting your life and your child's at risk and not just because of his unhinged condition. 

"I wanted to apologise". He stated while you were on the bench, days were a bit sunny again, sunny enough to go out to get the summer wind slapping your face without it being uncomfortable. The flowers were starting to recover from the sudden squall that had stomped over them and some green leaves had appeared, decreasing the dismal landscape. You looked at him, he had taken a seat by your side. "I have been terrible at you". 

"Indeed, you have". You didn't move a single inch, you were drained, you gazed up to the sky, at the drifting clouds. 

"Please, I want to fix this". He reached for your hand, and you allowed his cold embrace because you were weak.  

"But do you mean it, Stephen? Or will you change your mind the next second?" 

"I mean it, I give you my word". You sighed, you wanted to believe, but you didn't have any guarantee. He took your hand to his lips and left a gentle kiss on it, and you smiled, sometimes you wished you could get rid of your feelings, they were useless.  "I love you". 

How easy was to fall into his trap, with some gentle words he always got you to lose your will. He was holding you as never before, as if his heart actually was capable of transport warm blood through his body, and you two were talking about how things would turn out for the better for the two of you finally, everything seemed so bright and you thought the book was actually the one causing Stephen to behave in ways he didn't want to. You saw the bright moon shinning over the sky through the window, it was a warm summer night, you could feel the air filling your lungs, cleaning them, hear the trees dancing to the wind, the smell of earth leaking and encroaching your senses. 

"I think this place won't be this quiet ever again very soon, our child will transmit us life and joy. I can't wait to hold our child in my arms". 

"I don't think it is a good idea". 

"Which one?"

"To bring someone else into this world". He sighed, he kept looking at the roof but instead you rose until you were sitting in front of him, looking at his face. 

"What are you talking about?"

"It is not too late yet".

"What? If you are suggesting what I think you are, don't even think about it".

"But why not?" Your face reflected shock and rage. 

"Because I have already decided to keep them, and no matter what you do, I will always protect them". 

"Sentiment is blinding you".

"Of course! Because the baby's inside of me! I know you cannot understand it, but to be honest, I cannot understand either why you hate me this much".

"I don't hate you! If I hated you, you would not be pregnant with my child in the first place!" He was exasperated trying to get you to understand something that actually just made you more and more puzzled.

"Then why would you ever be so heartless to even think something like that? I mean, something I don't want to do, because if I wanted I would have already done it".  

"Think about it, there is nothing here, absolutely nothing. No schools, no other kids, no parks, no museums, nothing or no one but you and I".

"I am sure you'll find the way..."

"I won't. We'll remain in seclusion until the day we both die, there is no way in or way out, and then, that child will live in the same complete seclusion, at least we both have each other, but what will that child do all alone when we are gone?"

"But Stephen..."

"We're trying to do this, and we are already screwing it up".

"We're not trying Stephen, you are not even willing to try". 

"I am! Oh you need more reasons to stop this? Well I have them! Just take a look at who will raise them a..."he suddenly stopped himself, thinking about the effect the information he was about to submit would bring with it. 

"A what? Say it!"

"A MURDERER!"

You required a moment to weigh up the words that had bled from Stephen's mouth before being able to say anything. 

"What are you talking about?"

He had taken his hands to his face, refusing to see you. 

"You wanted to know about the past, right? Well that is just a glimpse, one of their parents is a murderer, and way worse than that".

"Stephen, it must be a misunderstanding".

"Oh it is not! Trust me, everything was made intentionally and with no remorse".

Your eyes were finally reacting to the tough words that implied you were a murderer, you knew it, you had known the whole time there has to be a good reason for the awkward manners of Stephen towards you, from love to hate to love to hate, as if he was always regretting being with you. 

"But maybe there was a powerful reason to do so".

"Is there any reason enough to take an innocent life?"

You started to sob because you knew he was right. 

"Come on, come here" he wrapped you in his arms. "You see? That is why that child cannot come here, there will be more disadvantages than advantages for all of us".

"But Stephen..." You wailed against his chest, and you could feel Stephen was silently crying too.

"I would not ever suggest this if there wasn't a good reason, I could never dare shatter your heart like this if it was not needed. That is why I took two whole weeks with no sleep to think about this, it is not a simple matter. Shh, don't answer me now, just promise me you are going to think about it, I'm sorry for causing you this pain, you don't deserve it". You nodded and as many other nights for the same reason, you felt asleep because you eyes could not handle more, besides you also needed to sleep on the suggestion of the man. 

The next day you were trying to avoid him, everything looked so distant you had thought all of it had been just a nightmare. But once he had the chance to talk, he reminded you of that terrible conversation, things were not as easy as you thought. Wasn't that 'I love you' the worst thing you had ever heard? 

"I don't want to force you to make a decision like this, but the longer you take, the harder it will be". 

"I'm not doing this, Stephen". You assured, you had certainly been thinking hard about it and it was your choice, not his. 

"But, I already explained you..." he was not angry, he was uneasy, restless. 

"If we do this, we would not be doing any improvement, Stephen. This is my chance to start over. You made your point, but there is not enough reason to take this life because I've made my choice, it is my body, my child is wished and loved if not for you, for me, and I'm sure that if you loved them as much as I do, you would find a way out because I've seen you can do things I can't. If you can't, then you will have to kill our child along with me, because I don't think I'm strong enough to survive that grief, and actually I don't have the willingness to do it, this baby is the only reason I have to stay alive, perhaps you should see it like that too".

"Don't say nonsense" The man groaned, his wrinkles standing out on his pale face . "Why can't you see this is not a good idea? I just want the best for you and the child!"

"Stephen, I'm sorry for being so weak, but I cannot do it, and if you try to do it without letting me know, against my will because after all you're probably right, just kill me too, please, because I cannot take this any longer". 

You didn't wait for an answer because you knew Stephen had run out of arguments, he had already given you all of them, and probably he was planning his next move. But so were you, because now that you had decided to fight, you headed to Stephen's office and then right to the forbidden path you had got to know over the last weeks, you snuck in as all the nights in that summer through the garden gate, it felt as if you were sealing your fate with such action.

You watched as the last chunk of paper became ash and dissolved into what you had described as black ink, which only made it darker, opposite to what you had learnt from your last expeditions. You aimed to return home, but some growing whispers coming from everywhere around you, were telling you to stay there, you could tell it was Stephen's voice at first, yet at the same time there were voices of many people suffering, probably  all of those who had died because of you, they were inviting you to stay in their world with them. 

"Your child is damned" The nagging voices kept repeating, they were screaming at you. "Your child is damned because you are damned too". 

You were hypnotised by their murmurs, their hands clasped your body: your arms, your feet, your shoulders, your face and forced you to lie on the mud, slowly burying you on it, your will was long gone, you were not thinking anymore, you were mesmerised by their pleads, you could no longer breath, you felt as if you were in the bottom of the sea, looking up at the sky, without getting to see it a last time, because you had decided to close your eyes, what was left out there anyway?  Probably if you came back you would end up all alone, probably Stephen would run away in the best of the scenarios, but in the most likely, your child would never see the light, and that would kill you anyway. 

You had already stopped thinking, you were sleeping or something that looked like it when you  were dragged through the mud against the wishes of those who wanted to retain you, the black and purple cloak that had became one of your closest friends over the last weeks had ventured itself into the lands or rather, waters of the lost souls and rescued you from their grasp, you were unconscious, lying on the ground, on the cold black sand of the icy black sea, with the half moon half sun that stood out on the murk, you were only able to see that strange phenomenon in that spot in the background providing enough oneiric vibes to make you feel inside an artwork, it was as if time had stopped in dawn letting the sun and the moon live their love story. The piece of cloth was not being successful in its attempt to wake you up through first aids, trying to get the water out of your lungs, and it even tried slapping your face with no results. 

"Go away, I don't want to see you here, I'll lock you up again if you don't leave me alone!" Stephen yelled at the cloak, he was still upset due to his wife's decisions, but it was not time to give up, the cloak wrapped around him and his neck, chocking him, forcing him to go beyond the border of the garden, dragging him down the stairs, making him find you lying on the sand, he hurried and kneeled by your side. 

"Oh! What are you doing? Wake up!" He attempted as the levitation cloak had done before with the same results, his courage breaking, and his vulnerability finally showing after so long, he was desperate while he placed his head to your chest, trying to perceive your heartbeat. "Do not forsake me! Please".

He held you in his arms and took you home, after many attempts, he found out, he could not do more, and once again, he was about to lose the love of his life, although unlike before, this time he had been the one to cause his misfortune. He would spend the whole day by your side, waiting for a sign, because as long as you kept breathing there was hope. He would look after you, read to you, and to your baby who, to his surprise, seemed to be alive too, and growing. He wished you woke up and then explain everything that had happened in the past, and to tell you that if you were willing to try, so would he, even if deep down he knew it was too late for him and too much of a risk. 

It was late in the evening because the sun was barely lightning the clouds in the horizon and gave them pink and orange colours, the summer breeze entered through the window and petrichor leaked through your lungs. 

"Stephen?" You slowly opened your eyes, you had been dreaming about he talking to you. You were tired although you didn't know why. Stephen was not at sight, you were all alone in the darkness of your bedroom, or that was what you thought at first because just some seconds after, you heard the sound of something fluttering and then the door violently closing.

"Oh thank you! I thought you would never wake up". Stephen hurried and sat by your side, you could read disbelief in his face, incredulity. The cloak stood behind Strange.

"What are you talking about?" You whispered, you didn't have any strength. 

"It's been two weeks since I found you down there!"

You gasped in surprise. 

"My-" you instinctively remember all of it, and took your hand to your belly, you looked at Stephen in suspicion. "Don't you dare-"

"I didn't do anything, and the baby is fine, for now at least". 

"What do you mean?"

"You are not precisely fine, why did you trespass the garden gate?" He caressed your cheek gently, he was glad to talk to you again. 

"It was worthy, that is all that matters". You coughed, indeed you felt terrible. 

"What have you done?!" All of a sudden Stephen realised what you meant, what you had been doing during the times when you were gone, he exclaimed then, regretfully. "You were bleeding and I was the last one to know. You're getting yourself killed! Just look at you, oh it is me to blame, I am so sorry for being like this, I am so sorry you are here locked up with me, you don't deserve it".

"As I said, it was worthy, and I'd do it ever again because now you're free and that damn book is gone". 

He laughed, but was sadness what was in his look, sour.

"Oh honey, the book doesn't matter at all, because the knowledge is here" and he pointed at his head with a finger. "I've been corrupted, and there is no way to fix that". 

"But you told me..."

"Using the dark hold exacts a high toll, dear and I almost lost you to it, that could have got you killed and I'm so sorry for being so selfish, would you ever forgive me?"

"I have nothing to forgive, Stephen, but I would like to know what is happening here, because I am so confused".

Once you had got energy enough by ingesting some food and water he explained how he had acquired immense knowledge from the book you had just destroyed (among others), had killed a whole universe in order to bring his old lover back, how he had ended up alone, how all of a sudden a witch had appeared to team up with him and the two of them had kidnapped and he had done nothing to stop her from murdering a young girl in order to obtain her powers hence they could travel to other universes and they could get their dream lives, how something somehow had just gone wrong and they had ended up in the mistaken universes and he had not been able to find Christine.

"What do you mean you didn't find Christine?"

"I didn't find her, because she was not meant to be mine, never, I was so obsessed, it was sick. I didn't find her, but I found you in the middle of the chaos. You were mourning your Stephen, the one you were married to, because of all the wrong choices he had made, he had found death and had left you all alone, that is everything I know, as I said things got out of hand and all of a sudden I noticed I had brought you with me by accident. At first, I attempted to bring you back, but I noticed Scarlett Witch had had her way and she had betrayed me, so I just had the chance to travel to a single specific universe, which was not yours, so I made you this one, an illusion, because even though you can see a whole landscape through the windows, out there, there is nothing but a sea of despair, my despair. I did not even know your name and you had forgotten everything too, so I decided to call you Christine because at the time I was not able to think of anything else".

"So you kept me here".

"I tried so hard, but eventually I started to fall for you, no matter how hard I tried not to, because I wanted to bring you home, keeping you here would not do any good since you were destined to live an isolated life by my side, by the side of a murderer who doesn't deserve you. You slowly started to get used, to love me. I told you I was your husband because it was partially true and because that way, you would trust me, you would feel safe". 

"You fooled me at first, but at the same time I always felt your hatred towards me". 

"I didn't hate you, I was depressed and hopeless, I did not know what to do. I was having feelings towards you that at first I wanted to deny, but I fell so hard there was a point I could not hide it anymore, those sunny days in the garden by your side were the brightest I had had after everything that had happened and I almost forgot who I was". 

"And then Stephen?"

"Then I found out you were pregnant, something had told me since the first day you were, I could see that gleam in your eyes, I could perceive you had changed. I didn't consider that possibility because I thought I was damned and therefore I was incapable of creating life, I thought it was a gift that would be denied to a broken man like me. When I realised you were indeed expecting our child I forced myself to stop daydreaming about what we had. I did not know what to think, feel or say, so I left as the monster I am, I left you all alone when you were for sure feeling terrible because of what pregnancy encompasses and because the only person you knew and loved had left you, but I needed to think, my mind was killing me, and all of the voices of the damned whispered into my ears that I had to get you killed. I slept fifteen days in the parking lot of the supermarket, because I didn't have another place to go. At first I thought I was betraying Christine, to whom I had devoted my days, she was the reason I had done all of this, then I realised it was not actually that thought the one that made me feel so lost, it was not that I did not want that baby either, I love you and the thought of holding a little being product of that love warmed and still brings that warmth to my heart, but look at me! I'm a monster, how could I bring up a child? I'd make a terrible father, I would be a curse for them, for you, it was not fair! You two don't deserve this. And in addition, all of the other reasons I had talked you about, this seclusion is no life for anyone. The limitations of the world I created for us require big amounts of magic, magic I can provide but that as I said before exacts a big toll, corruption. I should have talked to you from the beginning but I could not, I have made so many mistakes... forgive me even if I don't deserve you, I never wanted this to happen".  He sobbed while took his hands to cover his face, it was indeed a difficult situation and you did not know what to think about it, maybe he was right and living would be hard for all of you.

"I was so scared too. When I found out I was pregnant, I was afraid of what you might do, deep down something told me you would react as you did, and when you left, I thought you were going to abandon us forever, until we starved to death in solitude and I wanted to die, but at the same time I wanted to live and let you see, I could survive without and despite you. When you came back and said you wanted to fix things I had hope, and then you told me you wanted to take my baby away, the only reason I had to stay alive and I..."

"I'm so sorry, I cannot explain with words the regret and shame I feel about everything I did, about the way I hurt you, I just thought it was the best for all of us, I know I'm a monster, I don't deserve to be alive, I deserve isolation, I deserve to go through everything you and everyone I have damaged went through". 

Stephen could not stop crying, and you joined your own weep to his, there were no many options. 

"You are not a monster, Stephen". 

"I don't deserve anyone's compassion or sympathy, especially yours, who I've caused such a big ordeal even if you are the woman I love, just because of my cowardice. I'm not the victim here! I am just... afraid. I know there is a price I must pay for everything I have done, and I'm willing to accept it, to accept anything but I don't want to pay through you two. Maybe I don't deserve a second chance but if I could have it, I would never waste it". 

He kept sobbing, so did you. 

"So what are we going to do?" You finally broke the silence you two had been stuck in for hours. 

"I don't know, nothing makes sense anymore, we'll do as you command because I finally realised, there is no way things can go worse, so whatever you decide, I'll stand for it, and do as much as I can in order to make you happy, even if that means staying far away from you against my desires". 

"I want to keep my baby, Stephen".

"If I'm honest, I want to keep that baby too". He smiled, his eyes were red and swollen due to the time he had spent crying. "I want to keep both of you, you were right and you're the only reason I have to stay alive, I just hope it is not too late". 

"We'll find a way, I'm sure, there is always a way, I mean, to solve all of what you have explained about living here in isolation, just the three of us". 

"So you don't hate me?"

"I can read regret in your face, and it is too late for me to leave. I will forgive you, I just need time, and if you promise me a couple of things".

"Anything". 

"First that you're not committing any crime like those again".

"I do promise you". 

" Second, that you will not keep anything from me again".

"You have my word". 

"Third, you won't make me suffer like you did". 

"I am so sorry about it, I didn't mean it, it won't happen again". 

"And fourth, that you will do anything in your hands to make our child happy". 

"Of course!" You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him softly because you could tell he needed comfort. 

"I love you Stephen Strange, that is my mistake".

"I love you too". 

"Actually I have a fifth request".

"Go on".

"Let's change my name, no Christines from now on".

"I could not agree more".  

"I still have a question, though"

"Go ahead, ask whatever you want, I said no more secrets from now on". 

"Who was the Stephen I saw out there?"

"It was me, the part of myself I was trying to get killed because it had always been too weak, too sentimental, the part of me that would have never dared to do what I did, the part  I offered as the price to pay in order to get to use the dark hold, the almost dead part that was desperate for help and saved you in the end." 

He reached for your hand and held it.

"I'm sorry".

-

The sun shone up in the blue sky, the flowers were radiant and the grass could not be greener. You had suffered in the past but no suffering could be bigger than the happiness that now flowed in you. There was a time when you could only see gray and now all colours invaded your world.

You were sitting among the daisies, the garden was brimming with them, and with all kinds of flowers, your back was against the elm whose leaves had greened too and danced to the early summer breath, and you enjoyed the shade it provided you, you had a book by your side because although you really wanted to finish that one, you could not find the time, the picture in front of you was preventing you from finishing it. So you instead took what was left of your little picnic dessert (a tart with berries and orange juice) to enjoy the show.

"Alright, it's my turn" Stephen claimed, he had been sitting in front of you on your red and white square tablecloth over the soil, and he all of a sudden had stood, he was getting angry and you could not help but laugh at the scene before you, where your friend was rejecting Stephen's request for the fifth time in just a couple of minutes, it was failing at playing oblivious.

"I'm the father!" Stephen raised his hands in the air, complaining. 

"Come on, Cloakie, let Stephen hold the baby or he'll be the one crying next time".  You finally interfered, amused.  

The cloak resigned, did as you had asked, for it had been rocking your baby for some minutes now, since she had woken up in the picnic basket you had put her up while she was sleeping, and started crying. The cloak had attempted to make her stop squalling because all it ever wanted was to make her smile. But in the end, it carefully handed the baby to Stephen who finally held her in his arms, changing completely his expression from rage to tenderness and love. "Hello, my little princess". He softly whispered. 

Six months had happened quickly once you two had reached an agreement, you had seen you stomach grow bigger, feel the first moves of your baby all while Stephen tried harder and harder to become the kind of man, husband and father you two deserved. It had not been easy. You could tell his mind was killing him, there were times when he thought he was all alone and you could not hear him, when you noticed  he was weeping in isolation, how his hands trembled and how the pain in his stomach and lower back made him writhe, he was also desperate because he didn't know what to do, how to stop being that tainted kind of man, to stop blaming himself for what he had done in the past, however you had always assured him you would always be there for him and those episodes were now less and less often, you could tell he was starting to forgive himself, there was still too much to be done, to heal, but you were sure you two were trying your best. 

His new routine was also helping. He would read to the both of you every night, and had composed a lullaby to your baby, when she was still inside you, growing, he would play it on the piano, and you would fall asleep to it, no more dreadful memories and dry tears from now on. He would also talk to the baby all the time. It was all a dream. Light had defeated darkness, you could tell when he held your baby for the first time, he had been the one to receive her after all. 

You had noticed his fingers became less black every time he held your little baby in his arms, and his cheekbones as well as his lips had also reddened, he looked more like a man and less like a beast taken from an oneiric tale. 

"She is as beautiful as you are" he took a seat by your side this time, the baby girl in his arms opened his eyes and observed around, perhaps she took after you but still, among other features, she had got her dad's eyes. She was only a few weeks old and she had already captivated all of you and stole all of your time and affection,  she wrapped her fingers around her dad's and slightly smiled at you, gesture you mimicked. Stephen kissed your child's forehead and next your lips. "I love you, thank you for all of this, thank you for a second chance, for saving me from the darkness, for bringing me back to life".

You kissed his cheek as only answer, leaned against his shoulder so you could behold your beloved ones, since Cloakie had also landed near the both of you. 

There were ways to get you all out of the isolation out of your rotten universe,  Stephen had thought of them a month ago, his new life and his new reasons to live had allowed him to start over, to relax and thus, to think, but there was no rush, for now while the wind softly blew the flowers, the sun shone, the clouds were slowly becoming pink, and the moon waited in plain sight to its moment to shine, the four of you were more than delighted and didn't need anything else. 

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You're my last hope

Summary: Y/n wants help and the only person who listens to her is sherlock.. so she goes to him but the question is : will he help her ? Will he notices that she needs help?

Warnings: mention of loss , nightmares Dr*g use

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As the rain poured on the streets of London y/n was standing in baker street 221b outside of the door of the most famous detective Sherlock Holmes..

y/n was still hesitant wither to knock or just leave , she finally decided to knock on the door an elderly woman answered the door .. Ms. Hudson

“oh , hi dear you must be here for Sherlock” she says excited by the fact that Sherlock has got a client after a long time

“yes , is he here?” y/n asked quietly as she moved her umbrella out of her view, Ms. Hudson moved out of the doorway so y/n can go in

“Yes , just go upstairs” she says as she took y/n’s umbrella

y/n thanked her and went upstairs and knocked on his door

“no Ms. Hudson I don’t want any te-“ his sentence was cut when he opened the door he found y/n standing in front of him , it’s been a while since they saw each other

“Well that’s a surprise” he says smirking slightly as he moved away and sat on his chair

y/n was still standing at his doorway fiddling with her fingers behind her back

of course that did not slip from Sherlock , he immediately noticed her nervousness

“please , have a seat” he said as he pointed at the chair were his hands rested on the arms of his chair

y/n stepped in and sat on the chair that was in front of him

she took a deep breath quietly still don’t know how to approach him after all she wasn’t here for a case…

“so , what do I own the pleasure ?” he says as he crossed his legs 

“I need your help” she says simply her eyes frowning in concern

“I’m all ears y/n” he says gently even tho he feels lightheaded he whished he didn’t take the last dose

He clenched his eyes pinching the bridge of his nose

“Are you alright?” y/n asked quietly

“yes , yes I’m fine” he says but it came harsher than he intended to

There was a pause of silence but y/n decided to break it

“So I’ve been having this dream over and over again non stop and it’s driving me mad” she says letting out a shaky breath at the end

“I solve cases y/n not dreams!” he says sternly as he got up

“Just hear me out as a friend” she says desperate for help

“I can’t sleep , it’s driving me mad” she says quietly

He looked at her a slight concern hides behind his cold gaze that he did not show

He glanced at her wrists that was slightly shown under her sleeves and saw some scars but he didn’t mention them

“A dream you say?” he asks as he turned his gaze back at her as he paced around the room glancing at her dress eyeing her up and down reading her expressions and movements and the way she’s fiddling with her fingers her hands slightly shaking with anxiety.

Above and to the left of her head from his perspective, imaginary chalk writing appears in large letters reading “liar” but he shakes his hands in front of him to make the thought  go away.

He knew y/n well and a liar isn’t her , y/n was still sitting in her place watching every move he does

“Do you want me to continue ?” she asks quietly deciding to break the silence

As he heard her speak he stopped in his track his thoughts stops as he does so..

“Oh yes please’’ he say as he sat back down on the chair

“It’s always a small girl got stuck on a plane where everyone was asleep or dead I don’t know” she says as she stood up biting on her nails

“The annoying thing … you’re always in my dream” she continued

Sherlock looked interested now he leant forward placing his elbows on his knee his chin resting on his hand “what do I do in your dream ?”

“I -I don’t remember … you’re talking but it’s almost I can’t hear it like you’re far away” she explains quietly as she kept pacing around the room

“And – and when I wake up I’m always sweating and shaken up a bit dizzy” she continues her voice growing vulnerable

“It feels like I’m going crazy .. when I told my friends they said it’s fine just let it past but I can’t” she says as her pacing didn’t stop.

“What do you mean you wake up dizzy ?” he asks as something clicked in his mind she was about to respond but he cut her with another question

“do you live alone or with someone a family member ? friend? Boyfriend”? He says rushed as he got up and went to the window looking outside and then turned back at her

“No .. I live alone why?” She asks as she stopped her pacing but kept biting on her nail

“It can mean different things , maybe you just need to see a therapist to get rid off the nightmares or someone seduce before you sleep” he says simply as he shrugged his shoulders How on earth-“ he interrupted her

“Hang on a minute” he turns to the window  “I was looking out of the window. Why was I doing that?” He says to himself but he shook his head as he turned to face her again

“What else did you see in that dream ?” he asks urgently

“A woman … she has long dark hair … but I saw her on the streets once and I thought it’s normal to dream about someone you meet once righ-“  Sherlock interrupted her

“yes , yes it’s normal but if she keeps showing up maybe it’s not”

“She always keep saying ‘there’s no way to run’ ” y/n says quietly

Raising his head he looks across to y/n, then does a double-take and notice the wet patch on the top of her dress’ right shoulder. Looking away briefly, he returns his gaze to her and three chalk words appear above her, one over each shoulder and one over the top of her hair. Each word reads “damp”. Hauling himself to his feet, he waves his hand at her twice and the two words over her shoulders dissipate while she flinches away from him, then he sweeps his hand over the top of her head and the last word also dissipates and the chalk dust floats away. She looks up at him nervously as he reaches out and touches his fingers to her right shoulder

“Coat” he says simply

“What ? I don’t have a coat” she says confused noticed how he completely changed the subject

“Yeah, that’s what I just noticed. I wonder why?” he says as he walked past her to go to the kitchen

“Sherlock you can’t just leave me now” she says as she went behind him but he stood in front the kitchen as he was blocking her view from something

“Night-night!” he says as he closed the kitchen doors in her face

“You’re my last hope, please” She says quietly as she was still standing in front the closed door , he opened the door slightly just to reveal his face “Really? That’s bad luck, isn’t it?” “Goodnight. Go away.” he says as he slides the doors closed. She shuts her eyes in despair.

She took her bag and headed downstairs , as she was  just opening the front door , she heard a rushed footsteps coming down the stairs  “Stop. Wait!” Sherlock says loudly

She turns to see Sherlock half-hurrying and half-falling down the stairs, his right hand braced against the wall. He stops at the bottom of the stairs

“Your life is not your own. Keep your hands off it, do you hear me?” He says urgently , y/n stares at him looking confused

“Off it..” He says sternly as he paused to catch his breath

“the scars”  he says as he pointed at her scars on her wrist

she pulled down on her dress sleeves

“you never saw them” she says quietly

“I don’t need to see them , it’s a simple dedication for a woman like you” he says breathing heavily slightly

“after your mom passed away when you were a teen , it took a part of you y/n I’m not an idiot” he says gently as he was about to reach for her arm but he flinched back

“You become distance and not optimistic like you used to ... I know you y/n .. so I know when you're sad” he adds quietly as she approached her

“this visit wasn’t just about the dream right ?” he says softly

“you needed someone to talk to isn’t it ?” he added

she looked down to keep her watery eyes away from him ,

“why you didn’t talk with your family ?” he asks quietly

“I don’t want to be a burden” she answered sniffling slightly

Sherlock sighs quietly as he approached , He tentatively raises his arms, perhaps hesitating momentarily for fear of being rejected then slowly puts his left hand onto y/n’s arm and his right hand onto her back before sliding it upwards to gently cradle her head. He moves closer, sliding his left arm up to her back

“it’s okay” he whispers gently

y/n was shocked but also grateful by his comfort , she placed her head gently against his chest “it’s not okay” she says her voice is shaky

He lowers his cheek onto the top of her head and he adds softly “no , but we will figure it out … together”

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[wint3r-h3art]

The Doctor’s Orders | S.S

Request: I was wondering if you could do one where the reader is really shy but she likes being asked what she wants because it like a kink and doctor strange loves it and does it all the time??

Word count: 892

Warnings: PWP, fingering, praises kink, unprotected p in v sex. Male ejaculation.

A/N: Literal brain rot. Just a smut writing exercise. No beta so if i missed anything, I’m sorry. If you like this filth, please comment and reblog. I love to hear what you think of it!

A breathless gasp tore from your lips as your head fell back onto his shoulder. Electricity buzzed through your veins as your eyes fluttered shut. Your thighs shook uncontrollably as his fingers rubbed at your clit with vigor. Strange’s deep, velvety’s voice whispered sweet nothing into your ear while his other hand was occupied with your mound.

“Do you like that, sweetheart?” His voice sent a shiver through you. Slick seeped out of your folds as he kept your legs spread wide with his magic. You felt so dirty and exposed, yet the desire to please him was greater.

You answered with a soft whine. 

“Hmm, not quite what I wanted to hear…Do you want more?” 

You nodded vehemently as you could feel yourself inching closer to your release. “Yes. Yes. Please. Stephen,” you mumbled as your body arched off him.

“Stephen?” Strange frowned and stopped all of his movement, leaving you high and dry. You were so close to getting that sweet release. “Sweetheart, did I give you permission to call me by my name?”

Your mouth hung agape as you cracked your eyes open. Your breath shuddered as you shook your head no. You pleaded with teary eyes as you struggled against the magical chain that kept you close to him. “I’m sorry, doctor. I didn’t mean to. Please, I’ll do anything.”

His brows quirked. “Anything?” Stephen’s hand was on your neck, grasping at it almost too carefully. His touch made your throat go dry as goosebumps pricked your skin.

“Please….let me cum.” Desperation filled your voice and Strange couldn’t ignore that. His love to fulfill your needs outweighed that.

“Hmm, I can never say no to you,” you sighed as his lips ghosted over the column of your neck. “Tell me, sweetheart. What would you like me to do to you next?” His nose brushed against your shoulder. 

“N-need you, doctor,” you moaned as you ground your ass into his growing bulge that pressed distinctively against your lower back. 

“You need to be more specific than that, darling. Do you need me on top of you? Under you, inside you, or—” His fingers pressed firmly against your bottom lip. “Do you want me inside your mouth?”

You sobbed softly as you tried to contain your desire for him. 

“Tell me what you want or I’ll stop.”

“N-No! Please don’t stop! Don’t. I just want you, doctor. Anyway, you wanted me.”

Stephen smirked against your neck before he gently nipped at your skin. “Why don’t you be a good girl and get on your hands and knees for me, hmm?” 

Your legs fell down onto the mattress with a soft thud. Strange has released you and you scurried up to get into the position he had ordered you. Anticipation filled your vein as you waited for him. A shaky breath left your parted lips as you felt the head of his cock rubbing suggestively at your quaking pussy. 

You let out a low, drawn-out moan when Stephen pushed himself all the way in. 

“Oh, fuck. You’re so tight, sweetheart,” his deep, velvety voice purred into your ears as he withdrew himself all the way back before he slowly sheathed himself all the way inside you. “Look how your little pussy is swallowing my cock,” he grunted before he started to quicken his pace.

The sweet, torturous movement along with the dirty words only turn you on even more if you weren’t so dripping wet already. You winced as your hands bunched at the sheet so tightly that they began to ache. Still, his movements were relentless and slowly getting more brutal. Each thrust made you breathless as the tight coil that sat at the pit of your stomach wound tighter. 

Your legs gave out underneath you. Your face planted right onto the soft mattress. His hand grabbed at your neck as he pushed himself further and further until that coil snapped. Your body strained beneath him as your orgasm washed over you. Strange grunted at the way you squeezed his cock as he continued to fuck you hard into the mattress, milking him, inching him closer to his own release. 

His frantic movement caused the bed to skid across the hardwood floor while the headboard slammed against the wall. You didn’t know how long you stayed there, your mouth hung open. No noise came out of you for all the air has been fucked right out of you.  

You didn’t know how long you laid there as he used you to reach his own release, but Strange let out a low growl before you felt warm liquid paint your back.

Strange huffed before he collapsed beside you. His face was flushed. His salt and pepper hair was disheveled. His forehead dampened with perspiration. Silence filled the room once more, saved for the sound of your breathing. 

“You ok?” he asked in between his pantings. You nodded before you reached out to swipe his hair away. Strange quirked his brows, watching you.

“Never better,” you bit your lips. “I like it when you’re giving me an order, doctor.”

Strange’s brows quirked with interest. “Oh? Is that so? Perhaps, next time I get to tell you what I  want you to do to me,” he smirked before he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your lips. 

“I’d like that.”

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[imeternallylove]

y’all ready for Monsieur Stephen?

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[oreosmilkshakes]

Dancing With The Devil

Summary: Cheers to the happy ending you always wanted Pairing: Sinister!Stephen Strange x fem!Reader Word Count: 2,375 Warnings: Minor spoilers for DSMoM!

A/N: I’ve no idea what this is. Just an idea that came to me out of nowhere but I absolutely love the thought of reader running into the arms of Sinister Strange. Feedback appreciated!

Taglist: NIL

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Everything was going fine. The transportation device was performing at its peak, everything went according to plan. Until it didn’t and it blew a massive hole in the side of your lab. [Name] was thrown against a metal cart, groaning as the world around her spun. Her hand moved to her head, feeling the warmth of blood trickle down the side of her head. A bright light blinded her and she felt something pulling her towards it.

Strewn items and carts flew into the black hole, the scientist included. She screamed, struggling to grip onto the cart as tears pricked her eyes. Her experiment failed. She was going to die. All the things she did in her life, she failed getting the very thing she wanted back. Her Stephen Strange.

[Name] squeezed her eyes tightly, her grip on the cart was loosening. This was it. This was finally goodbye. She let go, the black hole consuming her before disappearing into nothingness.

As the air settled, all that remained of the lab was papers all over the floor with no sign of the scientist.

[Name] smiled, holding Stephen’s hand as he led the way to the lake. His pace slowed and so did she, the Sorcerer tugged her to stand in front of him. He leaned down, planting a soft kiss to her lips.

“I love you,” he whispered, lips brushing against [Name]’s lightly. She giggled quietly, a cool hand resting on his cheek.

“I love you too,”

The two shared another kiss, rings glittering under the bright moonlight.

[Name] jolted awake with a loud gasp, a hand moving to her chest. She coughed hard, hunching over. She moved a leg, groaning loud in pain when she did. Sitting up carefully, her leg was under a heavy cart.

“Shit..Shit!” She hissed, pushing the cart away as hard as she could. Her ankle was surely twisted from the impact or worse, broken.

Her eyes scanned the alleyway for any possible items to help her but found none. She groaned, rolling her eyes at her luck. [Name] turned to the cart, realising a part was broken and it was a rod shaped. She grabbed it, yanking it over and over as hard as it could until the metal dislodged from its hinges. Using what’s left of her lab coat, she wrapped the fabric around her leg and the rod, making a makeshift splint.

[Name] carefully stood, grabbing onto the cart to stabilise herself. She looked up, finally taking in the gloom and darkness of the world. A broken building floated over the alley, adding more questions than answers.

“What the hell..,” she trailed off, intrigued by what she just saw.

Pushing the cart out of the alley, she found herself in the middle of a street, with more floating debris and buildings but no sign of people.

That’s when it dawned on her.

This was not her world. This was nothing vibrant like the world she was from.

Although, her world was no longer as vibrant as it used to be.

[Name]’s eyes widened in shock, jaw slacked. Did her experiment work? Was she finally out of her own world and into a new one? She had expected a..nicer world. She found it odd how there was nobody walking the streets. She began to question if there even were any signs of life.

What better way to find out than to explore.

She remembered the first time she met Stephen. She thought playing hard to get would work on him but it didn’t and ended up falling for him. He was so young back then, as was she. Their love was still in the midst of blooming, like a flower in spring. They dated, had fun, and spent a lot of time together.

But not all happy stories ended happily.

Stephen left for med school and [Name] went elsewhere and they agreed that a long distance relationship wouldn’t work so they broke it off healthily.

It felt like hours and [Name]’s leg was beginning to hurt even more by the hour. Every street, every building looked the same and it was beginning to scare her even more. What if she was accidentally transported to a world where no one existed. That couldn’t be because all the things she has been seeing was evidence that something big happened. Something that probably wiped out all life.

Another failure. This time, one she cannot amend.

Now she had no chance of finding another Stephen for herself.

[Name] stopped, letting go of the cart. She slid down the side of the building, letting out a heavy sigh. Her heart was heavy and so were her eyes. Without realising it, she fell asleep, exhaustion overwhelming her human body.

Almost every night, she dreamt of Stephen and herself and they were all things that never happened between them. It all felt so real and she wanted them to be real. She would do anything to make it real. She would do anything and everything just to be with Stephen again.

Her life was a living hell without him. Her sadness grew to the point she was obsessed with finding ways to find Stephen. When she did, [Name] wasted no time getting to work and making her dream come true. She barely slept, barely ate because all she thought about was Stephen, Stephen, Stephen.

[Name] had to endure countless failures, some causing her injuries that left scars till this day. She had to endure invaders trying to take her work away and she had to live through the pain in her heart over and over again in this waking nightmare.

Everyone knew about [Name] and Stephen but what exactly happened between them?

Here’s the story..

The wedding bells were tolling. It was a day of happiness as [Name] was finally marrying the man she loved. Vows were shared, rings were exchanged and finally, a kiss to seal the deal. Friends, families and heroes cheered for the newly wedded couple and [Name] couldn’t be happier.

Until Thanos and his army arrived.

The heroes, Stephen included, had to fight back and [Name] was left weeping in the arms of Christine while her husband was fighting for his life.

Her sorrow would only grow when Tony and the others returned with such a dark look to their face.

“Where’s Stephen?”

No one answered, some pursed their lips to prevent themselves from telling the truth.

“Where’s Stephen?!” [Name] screamed, her worst fears came to be. Her legs gave way and she fell to the ground, sobbing in her hands as Tony offered a hug.

“I’m sorry, [Name]. I’m sorry..He..He fought well and his sacrifice would not be in vain,” He assured and [Name] refused to listen, gripping his jacket as she wailed into his shoulder.

She wedded her husband and lost her husband on the same day.

[Name] jolted awake, a gust of cold wind blew against her. She shivered, rubbing her hands together in an attempt to at least warm up. With her ankle in a mess and her dressed in just a black turtleneck, [Name] found herself in a more depressing situation than she was when she was back at the lab.

She had two options- To find her lab or to find the Sanctorum. From the street she stood in, with the broken buildings and the lack of signs, it was difficult for the scientist to identify her whereabouts. But she knew where the Sanctorum was, thankfully.

Grabbing the cart, she pushed ahead, in the direction to the Sanctorum..If it was still standing.

Her dreams used to be happy ones, ones she spent with her own Stephen. After his sacrifice,  her dreams of her own Stephen became so rare, it almost pains her to sleep every night.

That was until Stephen returned to her dreams again on one random night. But this Stephen was different. He looked broken, battered and he felt lost. He held darkness and darkness held him. He looked..different compared to her Stephen and he wore the face of the man who lost everything and more. If she even deduced it correctly..

He had a hand outstretched to her, like an open invitation for her to take. [Name] would run and run and run until she reached him. He had her in a tight hug, face buried in her neck in a comforting manner and strong arms secured around her waist. As she pulled away, so did he and she took the time to examine his features. This Stephen had dark eyes, the blues that she fell for were non-existent. The creases of his forehead were deeper and he had a little more wrinkles to the corners of his eyes.

His hair was longer, dishevelled. His goatee was longer too and he wore a big smile on his face. She also noted the fact that his robes were black and not blue as well as the lack of his distinct Cloak that once sits on his shoulders. [Name] found herself smiling too, ignoring the warnings that went off like an alarm in her mind. His hand moved up to cup her cheek, slowly bringing it down to wrap his fingers around her neck. He squeezed gently and she moaned, chewing her bottom lip as she tilted her head back to give him the space he needed.

“Good girl..Do you have any idea how long I’ve been searching for you? My [Name],” Stephen whispered, voice husky as he leaned in. His lips latched to her neck, sucking a dark mark to her skin. She shivered, a low moan left her lips. Her hand moved to grip the back of his head instinctively and she felt him smile against her skin.

“I miss this..I miss you, baby. Come find me. You are so close,” Towards the end of his sentence, [Name] no longer felt his warmth and she stood alone in the dark, happiness clouded her form instead of her usual sadness.

Almost every night this version of Stephen would return and each time, he got more and more possessive. There was a new side to him that made her knees weak and he knew it. She remembered seeing the love bite when she woke up, on the exact spot Stephen left her one in her dreams. She didn’t know how it got there but it made it her life's work to find this Stephen. She didn’t care about the cost. All she wanted was happiness and if she had to destroy her world just to find it, she would.

She would do it.

Anything to be with Stephen again.

The mass empty field that was once Greenwich Village was unrecognisable. The ground was littered in nothing but debris and human bones. Swallowing, the darkness grew the closer she got to the Sanctorum, the skies were grey and dull with lightning and floating debris in it.

She looked up to the familiar roof, her stomach churned. Her alarms were ringing even louder now, telling her not to approach the building or even attempt to interact with it. She didn’t listen. She refused to. Because the last time she did, Stephen died.

[Name] brought herself closer to the Sanctorum. She turned to the right, barren land. She turned to the left, also barren land. The once diverse life was no more, these lands left behind the lively stories of those who lived there. Her heart ached seeing the mass grave of bones, knowing they could have been the counterpart of everyday people she interacted with either in stores, or her favourite cafe by the Sanctorum.

She stopped before the door, abandoning her cart. Her hand moved to the knob but the doors creaked open. Inside, revealed what was left of the large room. The stairs led towards the dark clouds with the view of the violent ocean in the background.

‘Odd,’ She thought and ventured further with a limp. The doors slammed shut behind her, frightening the woman a little.

Swallowing, she held onto the handrail, carefully bringing herself up towards the second floor.

Everything looked familiar and she prayed that Stephen was here. She wanted to see him, even if it was for a short bit.

“Stephen?” She called out, biting her lip as she furthered deeper into the room. It was a mess with candelabras of varying sizes, books, and broken furniture. The thing that caught her attention was the grey wormhole looking thing out the wide window. [Name] carefully limped towards the window, wide, curious eyes studying the phenomenon. This was something very new to her and it was..twistedly beautiful.

A gust of wind blew against her. She turned around, eyes scanning the room. Swallowing, she approached the window that overlooked where she came from. Finding it uninteresting, she turned back to the room.

“Stephen?” She called out again, her heart ached as she began to lose all hope in surviving this unknown world.

A gust of wind, this time colder than the one before, sent a sharp, tingling sensation to her skin. Goosebumps covered her skin, backing up once. Hushed whispers filled the room and they were all chanting her name.

[Name] screamed in shock, backing up further. She froze when her back felt warmth.

Hands moved to her hips, a cold nose dug into the crook of her neck. The hair on his chin tickled her skin and she felt relaxed instantly. A hand moved up her abdomen, gently caressing her breasts before stopping on her neck. Teeth grazed her earlobe, a quiet whimper left her lips. His hip pressed against her, feeling every inch of him on her.

She knew exactly who it was.

The man she was seeking out for, the man who appeared in her dreams.

His hand squeezed her neck lightly, tilting it so it would lean onto his shoulder. Her eyes fluttered close as warm lips brushed her ear.

To hell with the universe and its bullshit rules. She had finally found her Stephen Strange.

“Mmm…Stephen,” [Name] moaned, arching her back slightly against his chest.

He chuckled lowly, sweet vibrations sent shockwaves to her core.

“I finally found you, baby. Now, you’re mine. Forever,”

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[marvel-snape-writes]

I just think the image of surgeon era Stephen and Christine fooling around in his office in the early days is hot… so then this random bit of writing was born 😶

I Hope It’s a Kiss

Stephen Strange’s head was still engrossed in the patient files on his computer screen when his office door opened, immediately knowing who it was from the footsteps that earned him a Cheshire Cat grin.

“I’ve got something for you.” Christine spoke from the door way.

“Oh, yeah?” Stephen raised a brow, the smile still on his face as he made a couple more clicks on the mouse of his computer, “I hope it’s a kiss.”

“It might involve something like that.” Christine giggled, walking closer to him.

“Why don’t you come over here and show me?” Stephen finally lifted his head in her direction, pushing his chair out from under the desk and patting one of his thighs.

“Oh, typical,” She rolled her eyes, walking over to him and accepting his offer of sitting on one of his thighs, “Always making me come to you.”

“Darlin’, making you cum is one of my favourite things to do.” Stephen flashed her a sweet grin, wrapping an arm around her waist to secure her balance.

“Regardless of where we are, it would seem, judging from how we spent Friday night…” Christine mumbled, feeling her cheeks growing slightly pink.

“Absolutely, sweetheart,” Stephen nodded, “Even if you wake up alone in your bed the next morning, you can always tell judging from where on the scale from one to ten we need to get you referred to Dr Barnes the chiropractor whether you spent the night before with me…” He shrugged, raising his eyebrows and enjoying the deep shade of red that her cheeks now were as he gazed up at her, “Now, what have you got for me, hm?”

“The mutual patient of ours that has recently been put on the fast track list for his surgery, I have his scan results.” She held them up, smiling softly.

“You could have easily asked one of the office staff to have them scanned onto his records instead of delivering them to me in person.” Stephen shrugged, glancing down at them.

“Oh, so that is the ‘thanks’ I get?” She rolled her eyes, placing the file down on the desk.

“Well, what kind of ‘thanks’ were you looking for, Doctor Palmer?” Stephen arched a brow, trying not to smirk as one of his hands found itself on her thigh.

“Something a little more worth my time.” Christine dared herself to say.

“I’ll show you something a little more worth your time over this goddamn desk if you keep that attitude.” Stephen’s voice lowered.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” Christine arched a brow, biting her lip as their eyes met.

“Whatever will get me off the fastest.” Stephen shrugged, trying not to let on how much Christine acting like this turned him on.

“I don’t think you’d have the stamina for us to give it a go twice…” She shrugged, tracing her index finger along his jawline, glancing down at his lips, “So, it wouldn’t be a very fair answer.”

“Again, I don’t recall me asking you to show up at my office and give me attitude.” Stephen squinted his eyes, “But I would forgive it for that kiss.”

Christine placed her hand against his cheek and pressed their lips together, her eyes briefly closing for a few moments.

“That will be all, Miss Palmer.” Stephen spoke as they both pulled back in unison.

“Oh, will it?” Christine arched a brow, remaining against his thigh, “Because from what I remember it was me who came to you, how do you know if I'm finished?”

“You always cum for me, sweetheart.” Stephen shrugged, “But so does everyone else…”

“Everyone else?” Christine placed her hands on his shoulders.

“Don’t be jealous, baby, they’re only human.” Stephen flashed her that irritatingly arrogant side smirk.

“So, when you call me…” One of Christine’s hands trailed down the top half of his scrubs, “And you're playing with yourself…” Her hand made its way to the crotch of his scrubs as it dipped between them, Stephen automatically parting his legs a little more automatically for an undenied invitation, “And you tell me I’m the only one who can get you off…” Her fingers gently enveloped around his cock from over his scrubs, massaging her palm against it gently as her lips grazed his ear.

“Mm…” Stephen allowed a soft noise to pass through his lips before trying to gather himself together enough to speak, “Sweetheart, I just know that by the click of a finger you’d be on your knees for me.” He bit his lip as he paused for a moment, “What does it matter if I lie to you?”

“Did I just come in here for you to offload the truth to me, Strange?” Christine arched a brow, keeping her hand flat against his length that was now making itself slightly more known against one of his thighs.

“Oh, I’d offload something onto you, given half the chance…” Stephen spoke in a low tone, gazing up at her as he stole a kiss from her lips.

“Oh, yeah?” Christine licked her lips slowly once he pulled back, now working her fingertips back and forth along the entirety of his hardening cock and earning a soft moan from him in return, “And what might that be?”

“Would you like me to show you?” Stephen asked before his mouth fell open once more as he let out a small grunt from the delicate way she was handling him from over his scrubs, “I’m not sure you could handle it right here. I’m not so sure the desk could, either, come to think of it…”

“Maybe it’s a flaw in me, Doctor Strange,” Christine bit her lip, pressing her thumb directly over the increasingly dampening tip of his cock from over the material and glancing down at the darker patch upon his scrubs from where his precum has leaked through his boxers and into them, smirking when she heard the hiss he made through clenched teeth, “But, honestly… I’d let you do your worst.”

“Mm, fuck it…” Stephen growled, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her off his lap and onto his desk at the side of his computer, immediately grasping at her scrubs as their lips smacked together.

“If you’re such a good Doctor, how about you run me some tests about how I always have this unsatisfied craving of wanting you to do me no good, Stephen Strange…” Christine grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck as her fingers immediately darted into the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Shut the fuck up and I’ll show you the very meaning of being satisfied.” Stephen practically panted out his words from how turned on he was, even losing his breath at how keen Christine was in helping him practically tear her scrubs bottoms off and barely even waiting a moment before doing the same with her underwear.

“Mm, you really mean right here?” Christine grinned, glancing down between between them as Stephen fumbled with the waistband of his scrubs before grasping onto her thighs firmly and pulling her closer to him on the edge of the desk.

“Does that fit into your schedule this afternoon, Doctor Palmer?” He asked against her lips, one hand against her thigh and the other loosely jerking up and down his length in anticipation as he lined himself up with her perfectly.

“I think I can shift a few things around just for you…” Christine smirked as she hooked her legs around his hips, gazing up into his eyes, “But we sure aren’t going to heaven any time soon if we go through with it in your office… with the door unlocked…”

Both of their hearts were thudding in unison with a mixture of arousal and the thrill of getting caught. Christine gazed up at him and almost lost her breath from the dark, lustful expression she was met with gazing back at her. She knew he was going to be trouble from the moment she met him — he just had one of those faces that said, “I was made to break your heart”. And she would let him. At any given moment, any given opportunity, she would just let him. Especially after the words that fell out of his mouth in response;

“When did I ever say I was a Saint?”

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