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sobeautifullyobsessed · 23 days

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'It's Not the Years, Honey - It's the Mileage'

a Whumped Doctor Strange one-shot

Inspired by a couple of pre Multiverse of Madness articles comparing Stephen Strange to Indiana Jones😉😁

genre: whump, hurt/comfort, light humor

rating: general audience

characters: Stephen Strange, Tess O'Neill (Healer of Kamar-Taj, OFC); established relationship; Cloak of Levitation

word count: 1.9k

It was supposed to have been date night, but Stephen was overdue. Three hours overdue. Again. Tess had taken these things in stride, right from the start. After all, you can’t be lucky enough to be the significant other of the Sorcerer Supreme without being incredibly patient, understanding, and flexible. Besides which, he was always so adorable when he finally found his way home, sincere in his apologies, and more often than not, presenting her with a fresh bouquet, which he managed to conjure even before he uttered a single word. Tonight’s transgression was bound to be a two dozen roses mea culpa--and she just knew he’d make them her favorite: pale pink American Beauties.

Not that he ever needed to. His company was dear enough recompense for any time he kept her waiting. Except for the worrying, of course, but Tess had quickly adjusted to that, and so far she hadn’t made any complaint, no matter how late her Stephen managed to show up. She’d rather spend their precious time on more pleasant pursuits--and on showing him however she could, how happy he made her simply by being...him.

And so, Tess had adjusted down their plans. First, from dinner out and a movie, to take-out and the latest blu-ray release. And then from that, to something she could whip up, quick and easy, in the Sanctum’s smaller kitchen. Stephen was bound to be hungry when he arrived, and she had a hearty pot of stew simmering on the stove and a batch of honey cornbread ready to pop into the oven while he cleaned up.

Tess had just given the stew another stir, when she felt a tapping on her shoulder. She turned to find Cloak looking battle singed and...well...harried. How this being without a face could express such a wide range of emotions was a continual wonder to her--but right now her immediate reaction was to ask if Stephen was alright.

Cloak’s collar shook a clear ‘no’, and then it tugged at her arm, to get her moving. She turned off the stove and moved the stewpot to another burner, and followed Cloak down the grand staircase. And there sat Stephen on the third step, head bowed and shoulders hunched, his bloodstained tunic rent in several places. Tess’s heart leapt to her throat, though she tried to remain calm, realizing that he needed her as a Healer tonight, far more than as the woman who loved him.

She dropped to one knee in front of him, noting that the shelf of his jaw bore a dark bruise, and that he had a nasty cut across the bridge of his nose, a black eye and a split lip. “Hey,” she said softly, reaching her sure hands towards him, studying his wounds with practiced eyes, evaluating which she should address first. Thankfully, the blood on his clothing was dried, so that Tess concluded he wasn’t actively bleeding. “What happened,” she asked quietly, concerned to see him breathe shallowly, as breathing any deeper appeared to make him wince.

“You don’t wanna know,” he muttered, as she placed both of her palms on his chest and closed her eyes, searching for any internal damage.

“Ow...ow...ow...owwwwwwww,” he grumbled, “Is this really necessary?”

Cloak was flitting back and forth, giving the closest approximation of pacing as possible. “It certainly is, as well you know...Doctor.” To that he only grunted, then followed with a heavy groan when she palpated his lower ribs and abdomen. “Stephen,” she informed him patiently, “You’ve got at least three cracked ribs...”

“I know,” he replied curtly, “Don’t you think I know that?”

Tess tried to placate him. “Of course you do--but there’s no need to be pissy about it. It’ll just take a simple healing spell to start them knitting properly together.”

“I...know,” he repeated through gritted teeth, attempting to stand. Cloak had to swoop in to keep him from landing hard on his bottom.

Tess rose and wiped her hands on her denim capris. “Cloak, can you get him up to the infirmary, so I can take care of him properly?”

Cloak nodded, but Stephen had other ideas. “No infirmary--just get me to my room...”

Honestly, doctors really do make the worst patients, she thought, although she held her tongue, telling Stephen instead, “Nope. It’s the infirmary for you.” He huffed, but didn’t speak up. “And that’s Healer’s orders, Stephen. I outrank you in this, at least for the moment...”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled dismissively. He handed her his sling ring, “We can portal there--it’ll be quicker and a less bumpy trip than relying on...” He wagged his head in Cloak’s direction.

Tess had to suppress a chuckle, as Cloak’s reaction to that perceived insult was to turn its back to Stephen. “Alright,” she sighed, slipping his ring on and bringing the golden circle to life. She returned to his side and offered him a hand to help him stand up. “Just lean on me, and we’ll be there in a jiffy.”

She could feel his aversion to appearing so needy, even as he braced himself with an arm across her shoulders, but knew well that it wasn’t on her account. Stephen generally disliked showing weakness to anyone, although as their relationship had blossomed, his trust in her had been enough for him to reveal much of what he hid from the world behind sarcasm and bravado. Tess had always taken such precious trust as both a privilege and an honor. Stiff lipped against his pain and leaning on her heavily, they hobbled through the portal and Tess led him to sit on the nearest bed.

The infirmary was empty but for them, and she took a moment to close the portal, and then rushed to gather her supplies. Disinfectant and a basin of warm water, along with a washcloth and the softest, fluffiest towel she could conjure, for after she got him cleaned up. And bandages. Lots and lots of bandages. Tess returned to Stephen’s side to find him struggling to remove his tunic. She set down her things, telling him, “Here...let me...”

“I’ve...got...this.” he grunted, though it was clearly hurting him to raise his arms above his head.

“No. No you don’t,” she corrected him gently, “Please--just let me do my job, Stephen.”

“Alright...alright...” He did his best to relax as she worked the garment over his head and off. Tess gasped at the network of contusions across his shoulders and upper chest. “Dammit, Tess...that hurts!”

“I know, darling. I know.” To her relief, most of his bruises appeared superficial. “Let’s start by getting you cleaned up, okay.” Stephen nooded, and closed his eyes as she washed the cut on his nose, and several shallow scratches on his cheeks and chin, finally seeing to the split on his lower lip.

Next, she addressed the wounds on his back, circling behind him and perching on the edge of the bed. She was relieved again to find that they were rather shallow as well, and made quick work of cleansing them. Tess chose that moment to speak to him as his woman, rather than as a Healer. “You know--you’re extremely fit for a man your age, darling. But it wouldn’t hurt to be a little more careful out there.”

“It’s not the years, honey...” he snorted, “...it’s the mileage...” Stephen had stiffened despite her gentle approach, but when she applied the disinfectant, he hissed out a string of very un-Stephen-like curses.

“Don’t be such a baby,” she muttered, her patience beginning to strain.

“I’m not,” he responded petulantly.

Coulda fooled me, she thought, but bit back that retort. A few minutes more and she had his wounds properly bandaged. Tess set aside the basin and the towel, telling him, “Now let’s see about those ribs. Do you think you can lay back? It’ll be easier that way.”

“Of course I can,” he barked, “I’m not an invalid, you know.”

No, you’re just the crankiest Master of the Mystic Arts that I've ever encountered. Bravest and most selfless too, so I suppose I can forgive your churlishness.

He winced when she placed her hands on his shoulders, helping to ease him onto his back. Closing her eyes again, she skimmed her hands above the skin covering his damaged ribs, whispering the charm needed to bolster his body’s natural healing ability. Satisfied that she had succeeded once she could feel the spell take root, Tess pulled her hands away and opened her eyes. Stephen’s were closed, and his face had gone slack with a look of relief. Good enough, she concluded, hoping he would sleep a long while to aid in healing.

Still, she thought she could do a little something to speed the reduction in the nastiest of his contusions--and it would be best to try while he was asleep. She reached tentative fingers to Stephen’s right shoulder. His eyes flew open with a start, “Owwwwww...that’s still tender, you know!”

“I’m just trying to help...”

“Well...I don’t need a nurse anymore,” he groused, “I just want to sleep.”

“If you let me see to these now, you’ll feel much better in the morning...” Tess trailed her fingertips along his jaw, channeling her own energy into relieving his pain. “Any better?”

"A little,” he pouted, “But it hurts...almost everywhere...”

There seemed to be no pleasing him this way--but still, it was her nature to try. Exasperated, she blurted out, “Well, dammit, Stephen--where doesn’t it hurt?”

Looking defiant, he showed her his elbow, “Here.” Tess laid the softest kiss she could upon it.

“And...and here,” he added, pointing to his forehead, his whole demeanor softening in response to her tenderness. Cautiously, Tess leaned in and planted a loving kiss there. Momentum had turned in her favor.

Stephen pointed to his un-blackened eye, “Um...here?”

Tess smiled softly, watching his eyes flutter shut, and then brushed her lips as lightly as she could upon his eyelid. There was a moment as her face hovered over his, and the look when he opened his eyes made her heart start to melt--for within their mercurial depths, she saw both gratitude and an apology for his childish behavior. Stephen tapped his lips and murmured, “Here.”

She wondered if he felt her indulgent smile as their lips finally met, but before too long their kiss had gone from chaste to something deeper and more enduring, as he relaxed completely under her loving ministration. When she finally pulled away, Tess found that her kiss had worked a magic of its own, and her beloved Stephen was out like a light.

Tess arose and draped the sheet across him lightly, then levitated the next bed over and landed it flush against his. Her hunch was that he’d sleep through the night, but she wanted to be close by if he should need her.

Come morning, she awoke to find him gone--can’t keep a good Sorcerer down for long, she mused--but in his place, he’d left three dozen pale pink American Beauties, and a small piece of handwritten parchment. It was brief but to the point:

Thank you, honey. For everything. Love - your Stephen xx

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geeky-politics-46 · 1 year

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COVID Cuddles

Pairing: Doctor Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: It finally got you! You are sick with COVID-19 and missing Stephen's cuddles

Warnings: reader has COVID, pandemic references, slight angst with fluffy happy ending, language

This fic is totally self-indulgent as i am sick with COVID right now & my Doctor Strange teddy bear is one of the things keeping me company. So I made it into a story. Probably lots of errors as I'm sick & drugged

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?"

You looked up at him in the doorway, masked fave peeking through, from where you sat on the bathroom floor. Tissues shoved up both nostrils as you waited for the bathroom to fill with steam from the shower before you tossed a Vicks vapor shower bomb under the water. Hoping that it would make it easier to breathe. Or at least make it sound like you didn't smoke 4 packs of cigarettes a day.

You had made it 3 years without getting COVID-19, but finally it got you. Despite the 2 original vaccines and 2 boosters. Your number eventually came up. You knew it would eventually. You just hoped the vaccines would make the illness shorter still.

"Well, I feel like I swallowed broken bits of light bulb, and I had a coughing fit so bad earlier I nearly puked. So I'm fucking fabulous."

They never mentioned a side effect of COVID was that it made you mean. Of course, maybe that was just you. You knew with your asthma you had to throw everything at this now just in case. So that was what you were doing. Currently waiting for your 6 hours between NyQuil shots with an ibuprofen chaser to elapse so you could top yourself up and get a good 3 hour nap before starting the waiting process all over again.

It made matters even worse that the moment you tested positive you basically became a leper. Stephen, Wong, and America banished you to the bedroom and adjoining bathroom. Wong even put up a quarantine spell that would alert them if you tried to leave the room.

You understood why. The Sorcerer Supreme and one of the Avengers getting severely ill probably wouldn't be a good thing. Much too tempting for the forces of evil. No one really knew if America could get COVID, having traveled the multiverse she probably had antibodies to things that didn't even exist in your world, but it was better safe than sorry.

Still though, a cuddle sounded really good right about now, and that was one thing Stephen couldn't give you. At least not until you were no longer contagious. You still had a couple days to go before that was even a possibility.

He was doing his absolute best to give you anything he thought you might need. Leaving trays and bags of food and medicine. Occasionally throwing in some candy or a random little treat he thought would cheer you up. He was trying so hard. Especially when you knew he wasn't exactly known for his bedside manner as a Doctor.

You hated snapping at him. You just felt genuinely terrible, and you knew that you just had to ride it out. For the most part, by yourself. It almost felt worse when he would check on you, knowing that you couldn't go hug him or even hold his hand without exposing him even more than you already had.

"I know you are miserable right now, and I know I don't have to keep bringing you all sorts of stuff beyond food and drugs. However, America showed me something that we both decided you needed. It's a friend to keep you company."

He reached inside and set down a large plain white paper gift bag. Stepping back and closing the door so you could move to get the bag, taking it back to your spot by the tub before looking in the bag.

As you peeked in the bag, you were immediately about to burst into tears. Inside was a fairly large brown teddy bear. What made it special though was that it was styled to look like Stephen.

It had blue eyes and a very dark brown goatee on its face. That alone was enough to make you giggle. The fact that it was wearing a version of Stephen's blue sorcerer's robes and it's own little Cloak Of Levitation attached to it's shoulders with velcro was just icing on the cake.

It was perfect. Soft and perfect size to snuggle while still being well formed enough that stayed looking like Stephen. Just Stephen in teddy bear form.

"Stephen, it's perfect! I love him so much! This is exactly what I needed. Thank you"

He peeked back through the door to see you already snuggling the bear tight to your chest. Happy tears on your cheeks and for the first time in days a smile on your face.

You couldn't see it behind his mask, but he was smiling too. So relieved that he could make you feel better even for just a little but. He figured you missed cuddling. He knew that he missed it. He had stolen one of your sweatshirts to snuggle, so he thought it was perfect when America showed him the bear.

Now once you were better, he might have a problem with the bear if he was there for you to cuddle instead. He would deal with that when the time came though. For now, he would share you.

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strangelockd · 1 year

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You Can Tell Me Anything

Pairing: StephenStrange x !Reader

Synopsis: You forget to take you medication which lead to a disagreement. But Stephen comes up with a solution.

Word Count: 873

Warnings: Fluff, Comfort, brat taming, mentions of anti depressants and dark thoughts, mentions of self doubt, slight angst, happy ending.

A/N: This is dedicated to anyone out there who struggles with their mental health.

Stephen helped save my life in 2016 and became my earthly hero ever since, my comfort character. I hope this story makes you feel not alone and brings comfort.

If you or anybody you know, is suffering from a mental health crisis please contact the link below ❤️ You are not alone

“Fuck off Stephen Strange!”

Slamming the door anger washed over as you wept into your hands. Locking the latch, you slumped to the floor with your back against the door. Stephen was always a blunt man who hardly minced his words. It was one of the many traits you admired yet loathed about him. Usually you banter back and forth, but today his words cut you deep as the tears continued to flow. You knew he had good intentions about reminding you to take your medication, but there are days he felt more like a parent instead of a boyfriend.

Knock knock knock

“Babe come on open the door”

“No! I said leave me alone!” You screamed.

“Technically you said, ‘Fuck off Stephen Strange’,” he smirked behind the door keeping his temper.

Smartass…

He could feel you rolling your eyes, “but Im not leaving until you open the door.” Crossing his arms Stephen leaned against the tapestry wall drumming his fingers against his forearm.

“Babe Ive waited five hours by a doorstep in Kathmandu, believe me, I can wait.”

Rolling your eyes once more you brought yourself upright wiping the tears from your cheeks. Opening the heavy wooden door crossing your arms in defense you looked down at your feet. Stephen stepped towards you slowly stopping an arms distance between you.

“Listen,” he trailed off rubbing the back of his head, “Im sorry for being so pushy earlier”

“No, its my fault, I shouldn’t have lied about taking my medicine,” clutching your shoulders Stephen saw you shaking, and it made his heart hurt. He hated seeing you in such mental turmoil.

“Yes, that would have been the wisest option,” he whispered, “its just that, I wish you didn’t lie to me. You know you can tell me anything” His background in medicine reminded him of the consequences of suddenly stopping anti depressants, the symptoms can be terrible if not worse then before taking them.

Dropping your arms, you muttered a little over a whisper, “I just don’t want to be on medication for the rest of my life. I feel like an idiot,” you could barely bring yourself to say the final part before the tears flowed once more. Stephens eyes grew wide as he stepped forward breaking the distance between you bringing you into his sturdy frame. His strong forearms braced you tightly as you clutched onto his robe for dear life.

“Shh…shh its ok babe. It will be okay. Take a deep breath,” he felt you exhale and admired your obedience, “Now look at me,” taking your chin with his thumb and index finger he looked into your eyes. Releasing a sniffle, casting your eyes up his cerulean gaze.

“First off,” he demanded, “If I ever hear you call yourself an idiot again. I will put you over my knee and spank your beautiful ass till its pink. Your lucky I haven’t done that already for lying” Your cheeks flushed at the sudden dominance; you knew it was meant as a threat. But in an odd way it turned you on. Pinching your legs together you shuffled your feet.

Taking your hand Stephen led you to the bed setting you on his lap as you comfortably laced your arms around his neck while he supported your waist. He paused taking the time to choose his words carefully before speaking.

Breaking the silence he beseeched, “Now, tell me why you stopped taking them”

Fidgeting with your fingers you paused taking a breath, “I thought I could do it on my own. I was feeling better and figured I didn’t need them. I feel weak for relying on medication bc then that means that you’re not enough. And you make me the happiest in the world Stephen.”

Stephen sighed slightly shaking his head, “you’re not weak,” grabbing your hand he brought it to his heart, “Taking medication does not make you weak babe. For example, if there was something wrong with my heart, you would advise me to take medication for it right?” Nodding you shook your head giving a slight smile. “Plus, I still have to use a spell to tame my tremors” Nodding again he made a clear point.

“Then whats the difference between that and this,” your eyes froze to his kind yet stern expression. He was right, you hated to admit it, but he was right.

“Your right Stephen,” leaning in giving him a kiss his goatee tickled your chin as his lips trailed down your neckline, “Im so sorry”

Stephens hands gripped you tightly as you continued your kisses down his collarbone making him groan in your ear.

“Its okay,” he gasped as you placed a nip on his earlobe, “Just tell me next time. Maybe we can set up and alarm to remind you.”

Pulling away you smiled back nuzzling his nose, “I like that idea”

With a gesture of his hands Stephen summoned your pills and phone. Tapping the screen, he opened you phone adjusting the timer to include a giant pill emoji when alerted. Tossing the phone aside he gave the orange bottle a gentle shake, “Now, shall we give this another go?” He smiled kindly kissing your knuckles.

Nodding your head, you smiled. Knowing you never had to face anything alone. Good or bad you always had Doctor Stephen Strange in your corner to be your rock to lean on.

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faithinhome · 1 year

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Neighbor Next Door - Stephen Strange/ Female OC

18+| minors dni

Summary: anna had always thought the doctor next door was attractive. and one interaction left her itching to get more of him.

Tags: age gap (25F & 40M), cheating (but not in the way you’d think), strong language, smut.

Chapter 16: Doctor Strange.

stephen didn’t have the energy or mental capacity to think about whatever it was that wanda was going on about. all he cared about right now was anna.

he texted sam as soon as he got home.

stephen: is anna okay?

sam responded instantly, which he was grateful for. sam always showed up when he was needed. he was lucky to have him.

sam: she said she was sad because no matter how competent men are they’re always the same 😬

stephen’s brows knitted together as he read the text.

stephen: did something happen?

sam: yeah she’s upset about the whole christine thing. and it reminded her of other bad times in the past that’s probably why she’s so upset.

stephen sighed to himself. there was nothing he could do or say to make it up to her.

stephen: i’m so sorry, sam.

sam: you gotta apologize to her man

stephen: i know. but she seems so distant and i don’t wanna push her. i just don’t wanna add on to her misery and hopelessness about men being a certain way.

sam: it’s probably just temporary.

that didn’t bring him any relief. his eyes stung and tears rolled down his cheeks. he kept his phone aside and cupped his face in his hands, sobbing softly.

he felt so hopeless. he didn’t know what to do.

the more he pondered over it, he realized there was no point in deliberately doing things to try and get her to forgive him. because this was just him trying to satisfy his ego once again. she would have to do that in her own time.

meanwhile, he should be nice to her just for the sake of being nice. because he cared. but he needed to give her space as well.

he needed to respect her and stop thinking about his own ego so much.

he let a couple days pass with no contact with anna, although he kept checking in on her through sam.

eventually, he decided maybe it was the right time to do something, extend a hand of friendship, or just to put a smile on her face.

that afternoon, anna was interrupted as she was working with a ring on her front door. she got up and answered the door, surprised to see a smiling young boy holding flowers.

“ms. anna bailey?”

“that’s me.”

“these are for you. from stephen strange.”

anna’s eyes widened and a soft blush tinted her cheeks. she grabbed the flowers and signed off, thanking the boy.

lavenders.

how did he know? she didn’t remember mentioning she loved lavenders.

she picked out the little card and read his note, a smile creeping up on her face.

beautiful flowers for the most beautiful woman i know. your scent smells of lavender. and i remember you telling me about your favourite lavender lotion and how much you love lavender early gray. so i took a shot in the dark and thought maybe you’d like this. this is not me asking you to forgive me. i just hope this puts a smile on your face.

- hopefully still your favourite doctor, strange.

anna’s eyes lit up and she couldn’t help squeal in delight. she was blushing profusely. how was he so sweet? she only remembered faintly ever mentioning the lavender lotion and tea. it was so quick she didn’t even remember telling him that. and he picked up on her scent?

anna carefully undid the bouquet and snipped off the ends of the flowers before filling up a vase with water and settling them inside. she admired them, a huge smile on her face.

it was pretty sad but she’d literally never received flowers before.

“alright doctor strange” she giggled to herself as she went to his contact. “i’ll unblock you, you smooth talking asshole.”

she loved that he called himself that, referencing to the very first time they’d spoken.

she unblocked the man and typed out a message, but she didn’t want to seem too excited just yet.

anna: thanks for the flowers!

she contemplated whether she should add on more but decided against it and just sent that text over, biting her lip.

stephen was tending to his own flowers. the ones anna had tossed to his feet in justifiable rage. he’d taken them inside that day and put them in a vase, grateful that they were still salvageable. he didn’t want them to go to waste. he too, had never received flowers in the entire 40 years he’d been alive. it wasn’t even something he ever thought about. he’d just accepted that men just didn’t typically receive flowers.

but he loved the ones anna got him.

he checked his phone as it buzzed, his chest fluttering in delight as anna’s name popped up.

he quickly read her e text, his smile growing wider.

it was a small text but definitely better than nothing.

he typed out his message carefully.

stephen: the pleasure’s all mine. i hope you like them. having you been feeling okay since the dinner?

anna debated whether she should respond. she decided not to. she’d gone back enough times. maybe he should do the back breaking now.

but she couldn’t get over how elated she felt over the flowers. she didn’t know he paid so much attention.

“oh stephen” anna sighed. why was he so perfect? but also such an idiot sometimes?

she was a little excited to see what he’d do next but she wondered if she’d still ever be able to get past the fact that he’d gone back to christine.

although in all fairness, she’d gone back to marc, too. they hadn’t had sex but they weren’t exactly being platonic with each other.

which reminded her, she had to get dressed and head to the club with marc tonight.

while anna was at the club, stephen had just left work and was sat in his car. he took some time to pretty much just sit there, decompressing after a long day of work.

he pulled out his phone and spread his legs, laying back as he scrolled mindlessly. it was becoming more and more of a problem.

he clicked on sam’s story. he wasn’t sure what he was expecting but it was definitely not a video of anna grinding against marc in a club.

stephen watched the story over and over, as if what was happening on the screen would change the more he watched it.

he clicked through his stories and noticed what club they were in.

stephen closed his phone and laid his head back, letting out a frustrated sigh. for a moment, he had a crazy idea. and it was to walk into that club and beg anna to take him back.

that was crazy, wasn’t it? crashing into the club like that?

stephen found himself thinking about it more and more.

was he really considering this? but then again, was it really that crazy?

it was absolutely crazy for him to invite christine over. why couldn’t he do something crazy if it meant fighting for anna?

besides, he knew he could treat anna better than marc ever could.

stephen knew if this went sideways, he wouldn’t even be able to blame it on alcohol. he was completely sober.

and yet he still found himself pulling up the club on his phone. it was only 20 minutes away and before he even knew it, stephen was driving.

stephen sighed as he parked his car.

he was too old for this. but anna was only 25. and some things would naturally be …different than they would be with older women.

he’d also realized anna was a lot younger and to be mindful of if her or her friends behaved in possibly immature ways. but despite all the potential differences and challenges, stephen just had a gnawing feeling that this was what he wanted.

stephen eventually stepped out and waited in the queue, straightening out his shirt.

he hoped he smelled decent.

stephen showed his ID and headed inside. the club was relatively smaller and so was the dance floor.

but it was extremely crowded. stephen decided to get a drink or two to build courage.

he eventually spotted sam on his second drink. he downed it and headed toward the corner of the dance floor, spotting marc and anna dancing together, marc’s hands clutching her bum.

and the way the sight of that made his heart sink, was all the confirmation he needed.

this was it.

it was now or never.

with a rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins, he walked on to the dance floor and grabbed anna’s wrist, turning her around.

anna was taken aback. her breath hitched as she found himself against a tall, strong man. she was about to protest until the familiar scent hit her nose and she looked up to find a tired stephen gazing down at her.

anna was shocked that he was even here. had he been here this whole time? did sam invite him? what was happening?

stephen leant in and tucked anna’s hair behind her ear, “dance with me?”

anna felt shivers run down her skin. she was almost unable to respond. all she could do was nod.

he gently grabbed on to her waist and swayed with her, smiling as he noticed anna’s face redden.

“w-what are you doing here?” anna finallly managed to ask, gazing up at the man. he was dressed in a simple shirt and jeans but somehow still managed to look insanely hot.

“i-i saw sam’s story and i had to come here,” stephen spoke in a haze, the lights too bright against his eyes. before she could respond, he spoke up again, “a-anna?”

“yes, stephen?”

stephen closed his eyes and rested his forehead against anna’s as they moved slowly, even though the song playing around them was upbeat and loud.

but it was as if they were in their own world, and time moved slowly.

stephen was elated that she was responding.

“please forgive me” he spoke, his voice breaking.

but anna couldn’t hear him.

he leaned closer, and anna shivered in response, catching a whiff of his scent. “please forgive me, anna. i want you. you’re the only one i want.”

anna tilted her head into stephen’s warm breath, feeling her core pulsating at how close they were.

“i can’t stand this anymore” stephen confessed. “i wanna be with you. i don’t wanna play any games anymore. you’re all i want. i’m sorry i made you feel any other way.”

stephen knew this would be a lot more romantic if there wasn’t blaring music around them and he didn’t have to practically shout into her ear. but he truly couldn’t hold it back anymore. he’d go insane without her, thinking about her spending the night in another man’s arms. a man that didn’t even deserve her love.

anna only responded by grabbing on to stephen’s shirt and pulling him flush against her body. “w-what are you staying, stephen?”

just say it, anna thought to herself. please just say it.

“i want you to be mine. i wanna take care of you, show you just how special you are. i want to be there in more than just one way. i want- i need you around.”

“w-what about christine?”

it broke stephen’s heart that he’d planted this seed in her head. “i’m so sorry, anna. i- i don’t want her. she wanted me and that… made me feel validated because i thought i’d lost you. but it only made me realize even more how much i didn’t want anyone else but you. i felt nothing. not even the slightest bit of a spark. all i could think about was how much she wasn’t you.”

anna’s heart was pounding against her chest as she listened intently.

“do you wanna know what made me decide to give her a divorce?” stephen asked.

“what?” anna pulled back and looked up at the man

“i couldn’t stop thinking about you” stephen confessed. “you were all i thought about 24/7 and that was when i realized i didn’t love christine. and that i wanted you, badly. but i got scared, anna. i didn’t wanna move too fast and i’m so sorry.”

“stephen, i-“ anna struggled to find the right words. she’d never imagined they would come to this. where stephen would openly express his feelings for her and tell her he wanted her and no one else.

anna was in a trance. all she could do was soak everything in. she hadn’t expected this night to take such a turn. she realized she should probably respond. she stuck with telling him the truth. “s-stephen, fuck, i want you too. but can you give me some time to think about this?”

“absolutely” stephen nodded. “i just needed to tell you.”

he then let anna go but she grabbed his hands and laced them around her waist before cupping the back his neck and pulling him into a hasty kiss.

“whoa!” marc’s eyes widened as he watched the two kiss.

he looked over at sam who looked so happy, as if it was him being kissed so passionately.

“have they always been… a thing?” marc asked sam.

sam shrugged. “it’s… complicated.”

“well, fuck me!”

sam glanced at marc and eyed him. he knew marc was kidding but if he wasn’t… sam would consider it. but that was for another day.

he looked back at the two lovebirds, watching them still engulfed in a kiss and rolled his eyes. but he was absolutely elated for his best friends.

“take me home, stephen,” anna murmured against the kiss, the man’s eyes widening.

“oh r-right now?” stephen pulled back a little, studying anna’s face.

“p-please? or is it not the right time?”

“anytime you ask is the right time,” stephen responded before pulling anna in for another kiss, his hand snaking into her hair. he bunched it up and tugged at it lightly, his pants tightening as anna moaned into the kiss.

“let’s go,” stephen breathed out as he pulled back. “now.”

anna smiled and looked back at marc and sam. “uh, we’re probably gonna head out.”

sam giggled and rolled his eyes. “surprise surprise.”

“sorry,” anna blushed, glancing between the two.

stephen was not sorry.

“i’m just kidding” sam laughed, waving a dismissive hand at them. “go, shoo.”

anna giggled and turned, leading stephen out of the club.

stephen was going to initially ignore marc but he couldn’t stop himself from nodding his way with a smirk as he followed behind anna.

he hoped marc knew his place by now.

they hurried out and into stephen’s car.

anna wanted to just do it in the car but when stephen mentioned that he’d just had a shift at the hospital, she had a whole another idea in her mind.

she wondered if stephen would be up for roleplay?

stephen pulled anna in for a kiss the moment they stumbled into his house, tossing his keys …somewhere. he wasn’t really looking.

stephen pulled back and lifted anna up bridal style, causing her to squeal as he carried her up the stars.

anna giggled as she looked up at the man and how effortlessly he carried her.

“stephen?”

“yes, princess?”

anna blushed. “can i like, be your.. patient?”

stephen looked down at her as he stepped into his bedroom, shutting the door close with his foot. “what do you mean?”

“like, roleplay?” anna bit down on her lip, she was blushing profusely and it made stephen smile.

“oh.” stephen placed her down gently on the bed. “and what exactly are your symptoms, ma’am?”

anna’s eyes widened. were they already…starting?

stephen turned and began to slowly take off his shirt, smirking over his shoulder as he tugged at his sleeves. “i hope you don’t mind? it’s been really hot in here since you walked in.”

anna blushed, biting her lip as she scanned his bare back. he was so toned and so strong. she couldn’t wait to have this man on top of her.

stephen tossed his shirt aside and grabbed a chair, dragging it over to side of the bed, smiling at anna. “well, then?”

anna scanned stephen’s bare torso before looking up at him, arousal pooling in her stomach.

why did he have to be so fucking hot?

“i’ve just been experiencing so much pain, doc,” anna started, her eyes catching the tent in stephen’s trousers.

“where would you say you’re experiencing this pain?”

anna bit her lip thoughtfully before reaching up with her hand and unzipping her hoodie just slightly, as stephen’s gaze followed. “in my chest, doctor. a little in my stomach.” she ran her fingers down her body and down to her thigh, grazing gently against the skin, smiling as stephen’s gaze followed. “and up my thighs. do you think you can help me, doctor strange?”

stephen looked up to meet anna’s eyes, before his gaze fell back on her chest. “matter of fact, i can. why don’t you start by laying down?”

anna obeyed, lifting her legs up and resting against his bed.

stephen stood up and hovered by the bed, scanning her clothed body.

“let’s start with examining the pain on your thighs, shall we?” stephen smirked as he sat down on the bed beside anna, and lifted her knee up gently before trailing his fingers up her inner thigh and underneath her skirt.

he trailed his fingers up to her underwear, using both his hands to spread her her legs farther apart.

anna whimpered at the first touch to her core.

“mm, so wet already?” stephen tilted his head, studying anna’s reaction as he pulled her panties aside before running his thumb against her clit.

“fuck” anna whimpered out. “right there, doctor.”

he grazed his thumb down to her hole before carefully slipping a finger in, causing a soft moan to fall off anna’s lips. “oh, fuck.”

“does that help, princess?”

“y-yes, doctor.”

“good girl.”

stephen thrusted a few times with just his finger before he pulled out. anna was already breathless at this point.

“let’s get rid of any obstacles in the way.” stephen murmured before starting to take off anna’s skirt and tossing it aside.

he moved to start unzipping anna’s jacket. “now, for the chest pain.”

anna assisted stephen in getting rid of her jacket. he grazed a gentle finger against her tattoo, before letting his fingers graze down between the valley of her breasts, against her tube top. “who gave you that tattoo?”

“a-a friend.”

stephen’s jaw clenched. “what friend?”

“angela,” anna spoke up quickly. “she’s a friend of um, marc’s.”

“ah, marc” stephen spoke up, trailing his fingers down anna’s bare stomach. “he’s lucky it wasn’t him.”

anna just stayed quiet as she bit down on her lip. she loved possessive stephen.

“you know what i think, princess?”

“yes, doctor?”

“i think i need to tie you up for this examination.” anna’s eyes widened. her core twitched at the thought. she would absolutely fucking love to be tied up.

“yes, doctor.”

“is that okay with you?” stephen asked as he looked into anna’s eyes, his expression soft.

“oh yes.” anna breathed out. “more than okay.”

“do you wanna choose a safe word?”

“um… clouds?”

stephen smiled. “clouds, it is.”

stephen leant in to kiss anna on the lips before trailing his kisses down her neck and down her cleavage.

he pulled back and helped anna get rid of her tube top.

he stood up to go to his drawer, pulling out a long silk handkerchief.

“this should do,” stephen mumbled as he stretched it to check its sturdiness. “arms above your head and put ‘em together for me, princess.”

anna obeyed, and stephen tied her wrists together before tying them to his bedpost, once anna expressed that she was okay with the intensity.

stephen watched anna as he walked around the bed, his pants uncomfortably tight. “look at you. all mine for the night.”

anna blushed and nodded. “all yours.”

stephen undid anna’s panties and crawled over her now naked body, running his hand down her waist as he kissed her passionately, using one arm to hoist himself against the bed.

anna hooked her leg slightly up against stephen’s, rubbing it against his.

he cupped at anna’s breast, thumbing at her nipple as he trailed kisses down anna’s neck.

anna tilted her head, whimpering as she felt stephen gently biting and suckling at her skin. “oh, stephen.”

stephen loved the way his name fell off anna’s lips, especially when she was so aroused.

he began to roll his hips against hers, earning an even louder whimper.

he continued pressing kisses down her neck and against her collarbone.

he moved lower, leaving kisses down her breasts.

“fuck- stephen” anna whined in arousal, her back arching as he gently lapped at her nipples before biting down slightly.

stephen squeezed at anna’s waist as he moved on to her other breast, giving it just as much attention as anna began to moan and slightly shiver under stephen, feeling wetness trickle down between her legs.

only stephen could have this affect on her.

“i love it when you do that” anna breathed out as stephen almost expertly sucked on her breast, teething slightly.

stephen hummed in response and moved down her stomach, leaving little marks on her skin. “does that help the pain, princess?”

“yes, doctor” anna moaned softly, gazing down as she watched stephen.

her breath hitched as he trailed down to her core, his warm breath sending shivers up her spine.

he tilted his head, pressing soft kisses against the inside of her thigh, trailing it down and back up, before licking at her clit lightly. he locked eyes with anna as he licked up the mess dripping down her opening.

“oh fuck, stephen.” anna oved how nasty he was.

stephen pulled back and started to get off the bed. “wait here. i think have the perfect cure.”

anna noticed the tiny wet spot by his crotch, holding back a smirk. that right there would have been the perfect cure.

she waited patiently as stephen left, shivering slightly.

he came back in with a small tray with a single piece of ice cube on it. he placed it on the bedside table and got rid of his pants, anna watching his every move. her heart beat picked up as his cock sprung free. she could practically drool at the sight of him already leaking.

he crawled back on top of her, grabbing the ice in between his teeth.

anna’s eyes widened as he strategically grazed the ice against her neck. he looked up, watching anna for her reaction as he slowly went lower and reached her breasts.

something about stephen looking up through his lashes at her, ice in his mouth grazing her skin and the single strand of his hair falling against his eyes, it was one of the hottest things on the planet. she could tell he took pride in the reactions he got out of anna.

he circled the ice around her breasts before rubbing it against her already erect nipples.

anna let out a string of moans, her toes curling and back arching slightly.

he trailed it down her stomach, leaving a trail of moisture.

he eventually reached her core, dragging the ice against it as anna moaned loudly, her back arching off her bed. “fuck, doctor.”

he eventually tossed the ice aside before lapping at her folds, earning a gasp from anna.

“mm so perfect, princess” stephen murmured as he pulled back and ran his fingers against her core, slipping one in and starting to thrust it slowly, running his other hand up her body to cup at her breast, squeezing gently.

he added another finger, anna’s whimpers turning into moans as he kept going, and adding a third finger.

“f-fuck. stephen. need you. please.” anna begged, throwing her head back.

stephen pulled his fingers out and licked her wetness off before placing a kiss below her navel. “anything for you, princess.”

he straightened up and grabbed his erect penis in his hand, rubbing his pre cum against his length, anna watching intently.

“did i do that for you, doc?” anna asked, her voice sultry and eyes heavy.

“always, baby” stephen mumbled as he crawled above her, rubbing his cock slightly against her opening. “you get me so hard for you. i could fuck you all day. and it wouldn’t be enough.”

anna almost went to wrap her arms around stephen but ended up tugging at the cloth holding her wrists back, that reminded her she was still tied up.

stephen leant in and kissed anna roughly, biting gently on her lip as he began to guide his penis in with his hand, slipping in slowly.

anna let out a soft moan, “oh, doctor.”

stephen kept pushing in and anna let out a broken whimper, “w-wait.”

stephen stopped, and pulled back to look at her. “are you okay, baby?”

anna gazed up at stephen, blushing at the pet name. “yes. just. just stay there?”

stephen nodded. he leant in carefully and pressed kisses against anna’s face, smiling as she giggled softly.

he was so glad he could finally be more intimate with her instead of having to avoid her eyes everytime they had sex. “you’re breathtakingly beautiful, anna.”

anna blushed, blinking up at the man. “you make me glow.”

when anna was ready, stephen slipped in and bottomed out completely, pausing once again before beginning to slowly thrust into her.

“oh, yes” anna moaned as she threw her head back.

and stephen couldn’t resist, he leant in, leaving hasty kisses against her neck.

he sped up his thrusts, grunting softly against her skin as he felt her walls tighten around him.

“such a good girl” stephen grunted as he shifted slightly and went back to pounding harder into anna, her body being pushed against the mattress as she moaned loudly. “so good for me. you take me so well, princess. look at you.”

“fuck, daddy” anna’s back was completely arched off the bed, her skin flush against stephen’s.

she shivered as she felt stephen holding her waist tightly, fingers digging in.

“s-so good daddy. so big” anna mumbled incoherently between her moans.

stephen quickened his pace and tilted his hips a little so he would go deeper, anna’s moans getting progressively louder and more frequent.

he brought a hand over to flick at her clit, anna’s legs starting to shake.

“f-fuck. daddy. everytime.”

stephen figured she meant he made her come everytime and just chuckled in response.

“look at you, princess. it’s like you were made to take my cock.” stephen let out a soft grunt as he kept going, panting softly and feeling himself near his orgasm as well. “i love it when you’re falling apart on my dick.”

anna didn’t know how someone could feel so good. it was as if stephen had a phd in fucking your brains out. every thrust seemed to hit the spot. she didn’t even care if she looked pathetic completely falling apart beneath him. every inch of her body was filled to the brim with immense pleasure. she wondered if this man was some sort of a sex god.

“oh my god” anna let out a broken moan, the muscles in her abdomen tightening as she felt stephen thrust so deep inside of her.

“that’s right baby” stephen panted, sweat trickling down his face. “come for me, princess. show me how much of a good girl you are. daddy’s little slut. you make daddy feel so good.”

anna screamed out stephen’s name as she came. his dirty talk always sent her over the edge.

her body practically convulsed as stephen kept going, moaning as he finally came inside of her, panting loudly.

stephen almost fell forward, feeling anna’s legs shake underneath him.

“god, i can’t believe you’re mine” stephen panted against anna’s neck, turning his face to place a gentle kiss on one of the many hickies he’d given her.

…

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A Shaken Espresso, Please

Pairing: Professor! Stephen Strange au x OC fem! graduate school student (and barista)!

Summary: Professor Strange has a reputation that proceeds him and a finicky taste for off-campus coffee. Enter a graduate school attending barista. This is their story.

Warnings: age difference (older Stephen), and an inhumane amount of fluff with tumultuous thoughts

A/N: hope u enjoy and hope it alters ur existence- send me prompt requests for this story or others and I'll kiss u !

Chapter 2

Professor Stephen Strange had many reputations.

All of them were accurate descriptions of his person, admittedly. Even if a few of them were a bit hyperbolic and created by those students who were unable to properly keep up with the academic rigor his courses demanded.

Regardless of these various titles- arrogant, belittling, hardass, irritable, impatient, demanding, extremely intelligent, omnipotent, and plenty more- he was a damn good professor.

There was a reason why every semester he had an extremely long waitlist of students praying for a spot within his lecture hall and plenty of emails of students looking for a reason to jump the waitlist.

His ability to teach and to demand only the best was something that somewhat masochistic college students sought despite their better judgment because he truly was the best of the best.

Everyone knew that his reputation was hard earned as it was common knowledge that Stephen Strange had graduated high school and undergrad a year early. Excelling high above his elder peers in medical school and in his internship before there was an accident before his residency matching which caused him to settle into the life of a well respected professor at Dartmouth College.

Those who can’t do, teach.

Neuroscience was his playground, and the biological sciences department was just what he needed to teach courses full of the select few who would actually do well in their hopeful careers.

Despite his intolerance for laziness and inability to understand it- Stephen did enjoy teaching. It was always a plus to inspire the newest generation of the scientific community.

Emilia, however?

She was completely oblivious to the very existence of Professor Strange and that reputation that followed him around campus.

Stepping into Professor Barlow’s office on the third floor of the English department, she expected to receive the weekly quizzes Professor Barlow asked her to grade but instead she received the quizzes and a manilla folder.

“The manilla folder is more of a favor for me,” Barlow said, “Would you be able to take this to Professor Strange? It’s a transfer request acceptance. Since he’s the head of the biological sciences department, he needs to sign off on the approval like I did,”

“Oh sure,” Emilia said with a smile, “Where can I find him?”

“Oh shit what time is it even?” Barlow said pulling up his sleeve, “I don’t really know his schedule but if he’s not in his office on the fourth floor then he’ll preparing a lab, I believe,”

Emilia told him she’d find him and left Professor Barlow with a wave which he returned.

Professor Barlow was never meant to be the professor she TA’d for considering the fact that she had rescinded her application to be a TA after obtaining a better job elsewhere but apparently her email went unopened because a week before the semester she was the TA to the head of the English department.

He was kind, however, so she didn’t have the heart to just quit and leave him without a TA for a course he so desperately needed one for.

So she stayed and she was able to find the balance between her job at the cafe and as a TA quite easily since Professor Barlow wasn’t one to rely on TAs too heavily so she just did the little tasks he asked of her.

The biological sciences department wasn’t one Emilia had ever actually stepped foot in. Or near. So she had to bring up the campus’ map to find where it actually was which happened to be across campus so she made the trek.

The elevators happened to be commandeered by busy students so she huffed her way up the stairs and took a bit of a break leaning on a nearby wall to gather her breath because those stairs were no joke.

For a department so well loved and funded a person would assume their stairs would be less steep somehow.

Deep inside Emilia hoped he would be in his office because she wasn’t sure where the labs were so it would save her some time to find him somewhere that had a label with his name.

Now that she thought about it as she read the plaques outside of the doors, she had no idea what the man even looked like so she couldn’t even look for him in the labs…

Before she thought herself into a spiral, she read the name Stephen V. Strange PhD & MD on a plaque.

What could the V be for?

StephenVery Strange? That got a bit of a giggle out of her but she straightened up because it wasn’t kind to make fun of the names people had.

Emilia took a confidence boosting breath and knocked on the shut door.

And waited.

“Come in,” a deep voice said and Emilia grimaced a bit before opening the door to reveal a man typing away at his computer, not bothering to even glance up at her which was a bit rude perhaps.

“Are you here to have me read over your lab report for Navigational and Spatial Orientation?” He asked.

“Uh- no. I’m here for Professor Barlow. He asked me to bring this over to you,” Emilia said, waiting for him to actually look up from his computer to hand him the folder so she didn’t look like too much of an idiot.

He did, thankfully, and man was he handsome.

Taking the envelope, Stephen’s gaze lingered on Emilia, and she couldn’t help but feel like she was being studied and she moved her own gaze elsewhere towards the line of books placed on shelf as he opened the file.

“Mmm, yes, the student who is transferring his master’s from neurobiology to… English,” Stephen said as his eyes glanced at the words, “I got an email about this and meant to respond but I put it off long enough to just forget,”

Unsure of what to say, Emilia watched him quietly as he read through the words carefully. He had broad shoulders and nice hair. She quickly snapped herself out of those thoughts.

“You’re not a biological sciences student, are you?” Stephen asked, looking up from the paperwork to pay her his full attention.

“No, not at all,” Emilia answered with a shake of her head, feeling a bit nervous.

“I didn’t think so. I would have recognized you. What are you studying?” Stephen asked curiously as his eyes took in her features. Something about the way she seemed to curl under his attention made him want to give her more.

“English. I’m working towards my masters in English,”

“English. I never understood the appeal of sitting around and discussing what Keats meant in this poem or what was implied,” Stephen told her with a bit of a smile as he leaned back in his chair, “Seems like an endless discussion,”

“It’s not for everyone,” Emilia said with a shrug, not finding herself in the mood to defend her chosen career path.

It wasn’t the first time someone had spoken ill about her career, and it wouldn’t be the last.

“The sciences never caught your attention?” Stephen asked with genuine curiosity since he couldn’t imagine a life where it hadn’t caught his own full attention.

Emilia thought for a moment, attempting to find the words without being disrespectful towards Stephen’s career and studies as he observed her and got an eyeful.

“I was never very good. I barely passed high school chemistry and intro to biology in undergrad,” Emilia confessed, “I also don’t do well with math,”

Stephen huffed out a bit of a laugh, “You just needed teachers who taught well and thoroughly,” He said as he turned to grab a pen to sign off on the indicated line where Professor Barlow had helpfully highlighted in a bright pink circle he knew was meant to mock.

Considering the fact Emilia didn’t know how to add fractions or any math after long division, she knew she had always been a lost cause but there was no need to have him think she had even more shortcomings so she kept it to herself.

Shutting the folder, Stephen handed it to her.

“Tell Barlow that I wish Damien the best of luck reading all of those books and poems,” Stephen said, “He wasn’t up to neuroscience, I suppose it wasn’t for him,”

Emilia knew he was teasing her own words and despite her strong will to avoid it, she blushed and took the envelope and looked down.

“I will tell him, Professor. Have a nice day,” Emilia said with a smile and short wave that Stephen returned with amusement in his eyes before taking her leave and all but sprinting down the hallway towards the stairs.

Going down the steps, Emilia sighed a bit to herself.

There was something almost damning and humiliating when it came to finding someone unobtainable attractive but then adding the fact that they thought little to nothing of your major was really just the icing on the cake.

Looking up to the pretty blue sky, Emilia took a deep breath and decided she’d dwell on it while walking to work after dropping off the damn manilla folder to Professor Barlow.

Unbeknownst to her, Stephen was watching her from the window in his office with a smile as she made her way back to what he assumed was Professor Barlow’s office.

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“He actually signed it right away?” Professor Barlow asked in shock, his freshman English student who he had been helping sat quietly watching the conversation, “He usually takes at least two days and even then I have to chase him around,”

“He also said to tell you that he wishes the best of luck to Damien reading all of the books and poems,” Emilia told him.

“Yeah that sounds much more like Stephen. Curious that he actually signed it, but maybe he liked someone’s company,” Professor Barlow teased, but Emilia just smiled because she knew there was no way her presence in what had to be a holy office in the biology department would be enjoyed.

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Pinching the bridge of his nose as he exited the lecture hall, Stephen glanced at the clock on the wall and saw it was definitely time for a bit of a caffeine trip because he had not had his morning coffee in favor of tutoring a student.

With two hours until his next class, he quickly made his way through the building without bothering to glance at anyone in the hall since they’d just serve to make his blossoming headache even worse.

The on-campus Starbucks and other cafes would be chalked full of students and faculty so he decided his expedition would take him off campus to a smaller yet much more reliable cafe he had discovered the year prior.

Modern enough to have their own versions of lattes but not enough to be a bit too obsessed with coffee for his liking and comfort.

It was a 25 minute walk at a leisurely pace but he had never been one to walk leisurely anywhere so he made it in 18 minutes as he ran through his 4pm Ethical Conduct of Research.

This week they’d be discussing the ethics surrounding research on larger more developed animals to say a rat or a guinea pig.

Pulling the door open, his eyes quickly attached themselves to the menu to consider his options.

He had always been partial to a black coffee but had come to the realization that espresso had more impact on him and his energy levels.

Their shaken espressos had always got him through even the most tiresome of days so he thought it’d be unwise to stray.

As Stephen was so busy weighing out his flavor options, he didn’t notice who was standing behind the bar munching away on a banana as she read through her weekly reading for Comparative Lit and Criticism during some down time.

Attempting to make sense of Adorno’s criticisms, Emilia was completely focused but she was soon losing her focus when she heard a familiar voice ordering.

A voice she had heard a few hours ago.

“Hello, could I have a large chocolate malt shaken espresso? I’ll add a splash of half and half as well,” Emilia stared at him from over the edge of her reading to see Professor Strange ordering.

Hoping he wouldn’t notice her at all, Emilia kept her head down as Eliza wrote down “Stephen” on the cup and she began pulling the shots of espresso from the large machine.

Taking the cup from her coworker, Emilia began to work on the drink and willed herself to not even spare Professor Strange a glance because she didn’t want to gather any unwanted attention.

Thankfully it seemed that he was busy on his phone so she relaxed a bit as she gathered the ice into the shaker alongside the malt powder.

Stephen however was not an oblivious man which meant after he had checked his work email he looked up to see the barista was utterly familiar.

The same girl from earlier was working here, as fate had it. He still didn’t know her name, however, as she hadn’t introduced herself and he couldn’t see a nametag on her apron.

Smiling to himself, Stephen moved closer to the bar where she shook the espresso and ice together with her back to him before turning around, startling when she saw him there.

“I had no idea you worked here,” Stephen said casually watching her ministrations.

“Yeah, I’m a modern day jack of all trades,” She said without thinking, pausing when she realized, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to sound rude. It was more of a joke,”

“I didn’t think it was rude,” Stephen reassured, “I don’t see a nametag and I didn’t get your name earlier,”

Pouring the drink into the cup, she glanced up at him with a smile before looking back down, “Emilia,”

“Emilia?...” Stephen asked beckoning for her last name.

“Pearson. Emilia Pearson,” Emilia filled in before glancing at the cup where h/h was written, “Did you also want milk or just a splash of half and half?”

“Just half and half, please,”

Stephen smiled as she grabbed the half and half from a fridge somewhere underneath the counter and poured some in, showing it to him to see if it was enough.

“That’s perfect,”

Snapping a lid onto his drink, Emilia willed any caffeine loving God to make the drink good so he didn’t have any other reason to think little of her.

Stephen swirled the drink around before taking a sip, giving an appreciative nod.

“This is delicious, thank you, Emilia Pearson,” He said genuinely, “Have a nice day,”

Waving bye, Emilia watched as he took his exit and she soon turned her attention back to her reading and banana, but her mind was elsewhere.

She would have sworn that it was like a curse she had to find people that would never give her a second look attractive.

It reminded her of having a crush on a celebrity that would never bat an eye if they crossed paths with you in real life. But it never hurt to have celebrity crushes either, nobody was at fault for them being so damn attractive.

It was impossible to deny that the man was handsome, though. His intelligence was evident, adding to his overall attractiveness and she had barely learned of his existence today so she did not want to imagine how bad her crush would be in a few weeks.

However she knew she could be grateful that she would probably never encounter him again and that she was probably a piece of dust in his overall busy mind and life.

Of course there was going to be the off chance of encountering him again when he came around to the cafe, but there was no point in getting her hopes up so she turned her attention back to the reading entirely since she had a discussion post to answer before midnight.

As she didn’t think of him, Stephen pressed the crosswalk button as he took a sip from his coffee and smiled to himself.

With his work and his overall attitude towards romance Stephen had never been too caught up on dating or finding a partner as he hadn’t ever considered it and it had never been at the forefront of his mind.

Which isn’t to say he was considering dating Emilia, but as he crossed the street he wondered to himself if she happened to have a boyfriend or girlfriend to whom she went home to. Someone she confided in and felt relaxed around.

He didn’t think he’d mind being that person either as he began running through the upcoming lecture he had to give, knowing he’d be receiving emails requesting clarifications on this and that.

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The following day was normal and Emilia was grateful as she corrected freshman English quizzes during the gap she had between lectures.

While it wasn’t too fun having three lectures back to back on Thursdays, the gap between the second and third gave her a chance to finish off assignments. Plus it freed up her Fridays so it meant she was able to work 7-4 and have the weekends off.

Considering the fact that the quizzes she had graded were pop quizzes given as punishment for speaking when Professor Barlow was speaking, she didn’t think they were all that bad.

In less than an hour she had finished the quizzes alongside the notes Professor Barlow liked to add either commemorating students for doing well or giving some bit of advice if they didn’t do too hot.

After the quizzes she felt she was on the brink of starvation so she quickly threw together a salad while blasting music as she sang around her kitchen and waited for the chicken to finish up in the oven.

“Green eyes, fried rice, I could cook an egg on you,” Emilia sang along as she danced around her kitchen, Late night, game time, coffee on the stove, yeah,”

Sure her kitchen dance moves could use a bit of work but considering the fact that they had never seen the light of day as she had only ever gone to a club once, she thought they were pretty fitting for Music For a Sushi Restaurant

Pausing, she pulled out the chicken and thought about whether Stephen ever danced around his kitchen but chose to push those thoughts aside because one: she didn’t think he seemed like the dancing type, and two: those thoughts wouldn’t lead to a good outcome.

All said and done, she was comfortably in bed relaxing by 9:30 scrolling through her phone after having checked multiple times that her front door was in fact locked and that it hadn’t magically unlocked itself.

Living alone was nice, subletting was even nicer when she didn’t have to pay the full amount of rent and she got to live only a few blocks off campus and only three and a half away from the cafe where she felt she spent an equal amount of time.

Waking up wasn’t ever an enjoyable experience- save for when there was something exciting happening but that rarely if ever happened so Friday morning made her wish she could just roll over and continue sleeping through the morning and into the early afternoon.

However her job awaited and all things considered, she really did enjoy paying for life’s necessities.

Despite her lack of enthusiasm, Emilia showed up that Friday and went about her job without too much hassle throughout the morning bustle that eventually weaned itself out into a much more manageable afternoon hum.

The morning rush was always heavier on Fridays which kept her busy since Maggie, the owner, was manning the pastry and sandwich area and Nora was on cashier Emilia was on her own but at least the rushes made her shift go by faster.

Her busyness meant she went about making drinks without bothering to think about them too much unless they had an alteration which she made a mental note about to avoid having someone practically slam themselves into the counter because God forbid there was too much ice in their latte.

Not even a large, malt chocolate shaken espresso with a splash of half and half.

“Stephen?” Emilia called out, sliding the coffee onto the pickup counter before her thoughts stuttered as it put together the drink and name.

Looking up for what had to be the first time in at least half an hour, she saw Professor Strange heading over to the pickup bar.

He had been watching her busily make drink after drink, calling out name after name, not glancing up for a second.

“Professor. Hi. Hi Professor,” Emilia said dumbly.

“Hi Emilia,” Stephen greeted, “Your hair looks nice today,” He noted her hair which was pulled back in two… French? Braids aside from a few strands which framed her face nicely.

“Oh. Thank you. I like your uh- I like your pants,” Mentally, Emilia slapped herself.

Complimenting pants was for the girls, not the guys.

“Well thank you, I didn’t know you could see them over this glass you can barely see over,” He teased her shorter stature and she smiled a genuine smile before apologizing.

“Sorry, it was the first thing which came to mind but I’m sure they are nice,” Emilia said as she walked over to grab another cup her coworker had kindly placed on the cup when Stephen’s next words were interrupted by a woman rushing up to the counter.

“Excuse me, sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt you two but I forgot to ask for oat milk on my caramel latte. I’ll get back in line to pay for it but I wanted to let you know before you make it,” A woman said from behind him, causing him to move away.

“Is it for Stacy?” Emilia asked and the woman nodded, “Okay, I’ll make it with oat milk but you don’t have to pay, it’s okay,” She told her as she waved it off and wrote the change of the order on the cup.

Looking over his shoulder, he saw the line had decreased and it was only the person left who was ordering aside from a couple of drinks left for those waiting.

“Did you like your drink?” Emilia asked as she turned her attention back to him, “If you didn’t I can remake it. I didn’t know it was for you or else I would have paid more mind to it,”

Sipping it again, he shrugged.

“It’s good, but I can tell it wasn’t made with love like it was on Wednesday,”

“Let me remake it-” Emilia started but he cut her off.

“I’m joking, I’m joking,” Stephen said with a grin, “It’s grand. Brilliant. You’re a lovely barista even when you don’t know it’s for me,”

Unable to find something to say, Emilia smiled bashfully and attempted to conceal her flustered complexion but Stephen was quick to see it.

“I have an undergrad intro course to teach in forty minutes, so I’ll see you soon,” Stephen explained as he glanced at his watch after feeling he had tortured Emilia enough but the flush on her cheeks was something he thought was cute. Sue him.

“Have a nice day, Professor Strange,” Emilia wished, and he wished her the same as he left with a smile.

The slight pep in his step made even the most tedious of courses seem not so bad since his coffee was great and he just felt giddy.

Emilia continued working, but every so often her thoughts would flutter off to Steph- Professor Strange and his presence in front of the bar that morning.

It had left quite the imprint on her mind and she couldn’t deny that.

However when she found herself getting a bit carried away with her thoughts and mentally admiring him for any reason, she caught herself and chastised herself for it.

Not only was the man a professor at the university she attended, she also knew well enough that she had absolutely no chance with him.

He was a professional and apparently in a league of his own so he wasn’t about to go around scraping the bottom of the barrel to date her or even consider dating her. It was useless to even think about it because it would only serve to disappoint her.

Professor Strange would never even think about her in such a way, she was just fooling herself with these tiny spurts of thought.

It wasn’t even funny to think about how little chance she actually stood.

But regardless, she still found herself smiling to herself when she thought about his smile and his teasing comments.

Work went by just a bit faster with that, and Emilia was grateful she was able to enjoy her weekend without a shift dragging on too much.

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All things considered, Stephen did enjoy his profession. Regardless of the seemingly painstaking hours, faculty, and students it was truly as close to his dream as he would be able to get and it was one which commanded respect nonetheless.

Academia had never been his initial pursuit since right out of high school he did everything he could to be admitted into his top choice of medical school with as little delay as possible.

This was possible with both his work ethic and his eidetic memory at play, setting him well ahead of his peers and setting a good yet arrogant head on his shoulders because he was more than capable of succeeding in the medical world.

Internship had flown by, and as he had known since he was fourteen- he was meant to be in the neuroscience speciality specifically as a neurosurgeon.

That was until his car was flipped over at the age of 29 and his entire life was also flipped on its head like he found himself that Wednesday afternoon on his way to buy groceries.

Oftentimes when the accident had just happened and he was in recovery unable to bear the thought of looking at his hands he thought about what would have happened if he had just stayed home and made a sandwich with what was there.

But, like anything, it wasn’t enough and he needed more than what was already there.

Stephen knew that his accident sent a shock through everyone and he was soon in physical therapy attempting to overcome a tremor when he began deciding what was next.

Never having been wealthy, he needed to work somewhere but he knew it wouldn’t just be anywhere because someone with an MD and a PhD needed more than just a high school biology teacher.

There just wasn’t any way that he would allow years and years of painstaking work and sleepless nights go to waste all because one path had been blocked off by unforeseen circumstances.

Being a professor was his chosen plan “b”, but he had opted away from medical school because he knew that even medical school professors needed perfectly steady hands- especially in neuroscience.

While John Hopkins had been his home for a while, he didn’t want to stay there and just be a model of what happens when things go wrong.

It was true: those who can’t do, teach.

Stephen knew he was the perfect example of that but that didn’t mean he wanted to be needlessly reminded every 15 minutes by a curious freshman or an uppity colleague.

More than qualified, Dr. Strange became Professor Strange at the age of 29 (only a couple of months before his 30th birthday, but he still bragged) and he earned his reputation quickly and it was well deserved.

Stephen had never suffered fools, and becoming a professor was not going to change that.

The reputation soon began and followed him only a week after his first day when he had a student leave his classroom in tears after she was unable to recall what the hippocampus did as a future neuroscientist.

However Stephen had worked hard and he had encountered his fairshare of possibly demonic professors but they also happened to be the ones which shaped him into the surgeon he almost was and the professor he now was, so he stuck to it.

“I expect the discussion post to be answered by everyone tonight by midnight. I won’t accept late work. Have a nice day,” Stephen dismissed his lecture hall, praying to some force out there that nobody would stop to ask him about his opinion towards their drafted discussion post because he just wanted to get coffee before his next class.

Time was limited as when he checked only moments beforehand he only had an hour before his next lecture in an hour.

18 minutes to walk there and 18 minutes back needing to consider time to set up a couple of minutes before class… 24 minutes to get his coffee in between the two restricted times.

Thankfully he was able to make his exit painlessly and he found himself pulling the door to his favorite coffee shop only 15 minutes later, shaving off an entire 3 minutes.

Impressive.

Ordering his usual, Stephen was almost surprised to see Emilia out from behind the barista bar sitting at one of the tables with a few sheets of paper in front of her as she evidently corrected something.

A bit disappointed it wasn’t Emilia making his coffee, it soon disappeared as he went over and sat across from her, startling her.

“You’re out from the inside of your box,” Stephen said with a smile.

“Hi Professor Strange, I have a 20 minute break so I’m using it to finish off these quizzes for Professor Barlow,” She explained, “Freshman English is tough,”

Peeking over, he saw she had written a 62% in green marker at the top of the last test.

“62? Holy hell. I sure hope he isn’t a sciences major if he’s failing freshman English,” Stephen said, a bit of his arrogance slipping through, and for the first time in a long time he wished he had kept his mouth shut.

“It’s up from last time. He’s a good writer but he doesn’t test well,” Emilia attempted to defend with soft eyes, knowing that the transition into college level work was tough for some.

“Or he plagiarizes,” Stephen debated, “But I don’t think we should spend this time debating whether or not a freshman is using his brain. How are you? How has your day been? Any plans?”

This earned a smile from Emilia who set down her pen and rested her chin on her knuckles as she paid him his full attention which he really found himself enjoying.

“I am well, a bit tired, but my day has been pretty average. I’m off at 2 so I’m going to go home and take a nap because I couldn’t sleep well last night. After that I’m just doing some homework. Nothing crazy. How about you?”

Stephen pondered it as he looked at Emilia who waited patiently for his answer.

“I am also well and my day has been going well so far, although the lecture I taught before coming here dragged on a bit as early morning lectures tend to do but I have no complaints, much less now. After my last lecture which ends at 3 I’m going home to get ready for his PhD faculty dinner that I’m going to with Professor Palmer. Do you know her? She’s a microbiology and immunology professor,”

The intent listening expression Emilia had fallen, her hands dropping to the table where she grasped at her pen for the sake of doing something with her hands.

“No uh- I don’t really know anyone that’s a part of the science faculty aside from you,” Emilia told him as her gaze went down towards the table and for some unnameable reason, she felt out of her depth and foolish.

Stephen had noticed her change in demeanor and he didn’t know how he could change it back to how open and happy it had been just moments prior. He wasn’t given much time to think about it as his name was called from the pickup counter.

Taking this as her opportunity to leave, even if she still had 5 minutes left of her break, Emilia began cleaning up her papers as Stephen went to pick up his drink.

“Is your break over?” Stephen asked as he returned to see Emilia organizing her papers.

“Yeah, I have to get back into my box,” Emilia said with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, placing the quizzes back into their folder before standing.

“I hope you have a nice time at the dinner and with Professor Palmer,” Emilia told him and Stephen felt desperate in a way, desperate to get down to the bottom of what had gone wrong and how he could fix it but time was not in their favor as they both needed to get back to work.

Stephen told her he’d return the next day but she wouldn’t be working. He settled onto Friday when he knew she would be working.

Again, Emilia smiled but it wasn’t that genuine smile he’d grown to enjoy but either way she bid him goodbye and turned to head back to work and he left to do the same although with a nagging feeling that wouldn’t go away.

The walk back to campus was thoughtful as Stephen tried to pinpoint the exact moment the conversation between them had gone to hell and how he could have been so foolish. It had been going well since Emilia had been open and smiling at him, paying him her full and devoted attention which was nice and suddenly like a book snapping shut; it was over and she had stepped back into her shell.

Placing the folder back into her backpack which she kept in the break room, she zipped it up with a bit more force than necessary but she needed to find a way to get rid of the stupid whirlwind of emotions that were overtaking her.

Grabbing her apron and retying it around her waist, she let out a deep breath because even if she felt frustrated she knew that at the end of the day, she was just really sad.

Ever since Professor Strange had come into the cafe and had made conversation with her, despite her better judgment, a part of her hand actually got her own hopes up about it all.

“What if” was a dangerous road to travel and Emilia had traveled it nonstop it seemed.

In an ignorant way, she had convinced herself that it all meant something. That he had been coming around because he wanted to talk to her and that he felt that little spark she felt between them but she couldn’t have been more wrong.

Of course, as an older, well respected, well educated professor he was going to be into people who were also on the same playing field. Not some graduate student who was working two jobs and spent her nights alone in her apartment.

Heading back out to the bar to relieve Maggie, Emilia thinks about how far out of her league the man is and how it’s actually a bit painful to think about again since it isn’t the first time she’s come to this realization.

New Hampshire was home to countless intelligent and beautiful women

Stephen wanted someone who was his equal, not an English master’s degree student who wore an apron to work and whose career path he evidently didn’t think much of.

Emilia’s career path was for her own sake because she loved the possibilities higher education in literature offered and she wasn’t about to start feeling remorse or as though it weren’t a good enough career path because of a ridiculous crush.

Even though she knew she was successful and was making her way in the world- it was still as disappointing to know that your feelings were not reciprocated both equally at 13 and 25.

Regardless of her emotional turmoil, however, drinks still needed to be made and caffeine was still a necessity so she got to work.

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By the time Friday rolled around and Emilia began getting ready for work she convinced herself that the way she was meticulously picking out her outfit for work was not because of any particular reason.

Okay.

So maybe the way she had pulled her hair back into a half up half down style with a clip that just so happened to perfectly match the light cardigan she was wearing which matched her shoes which had the jeans that made her ass look fantastic…

It was for her own sake, Emilia told herself because when she looked good she felt good.

It also did not hurt to look great when Professor Strange was going to come by. That was just a fun little addition to it all.

The assumption that he would come in around the time he had last time was correct and Emilia began pulling the adequate shots of espresso as soon as he began ordering, pretending to be nonchalant and feigning ignorance.

This wasn’t her strongsuit it seemed because Stephen had caught her glancing at him as soon as he stepped foot in the place but he thought it was sweet so he smiled to himself as it gave him the extra boost of confidence he needed.

Walking over to the bar, Stephen greeted her and watched as Emilia grabbed the shaker bottle.

“So if someone were to make you a coffee, what would it be?” Stephen asked.

“What?” Emilia asked in a way she found stupid because the question was clear.

“You know my coffee order,” Stephen said with a casual shrug, leaning his hip against the counter ever so slightly, “It’s only right I know yours as well,”

Emilia paused her movements as she thought about it.

The taste of coffee itself wasn’t all too appealing to her, and it had never been. A bit ironic with how she worked at a coffee shop but she did enjoy coffee drinks when they were creamy, sweet, and didn’t make her gag with the strength of the coffee.

From their own menu and, despite her support of small businesses, Starbucks- she always got a brown sugar shaken espresso with extra oat milk.

It hadn’t disappointed her yet and it was the perfect, most delicious-

“Look,” Stephen said with a nervous strain in his voice Emilia had never been privy to, watching as he shifted his weight uncomfortable, “I’m trying to ask you to dinner,”

Jesus Christ.

Who knew a person could be so dense?

“So, Emilia, will you go to dinner with me?” Stephen asked, “I’d like to talk without a counter between us or a time limit,”

The world seemingly narrows to the man standing in front of her. The professor she had encountered by just the chance circumstances life provided was all she noticed for that moment, even if in the back of her mind she knew that the cashier was watching intently and a few other lingering customers were watching because really, who didn’t love gossip? Plus Stephen had been exactly whispering.

The world is Stephen- tall, handsome, intelligent, confident Stephen who could probably have any person he laid eyes on wanted Emilia. Small, shy, thoughtful Emilia who often goes unnoticed but not by him it seemed.

Emilia opens and closes her mouth for a moment but she tells herself to get it together.

“I- yes,” Emilia finally said, “I would love to,”

The happiness that painted Stephen’s face was enough to light up a city block.

Was it weird how crazy she was about him considering she didn’t even know him? Maybe. But this wasn’t the time to dissect the inner workings of her affections.

In another world, perhaps a romantic comedy of sorts, Emilia would have left her shift right then and there to go out with Stephen. Stephen would have also abandoned his Friday lectures and office hours and they would have gone out together.

A lovely dinner would be shared with them where Emilia would open up and Stephen would also open up, breaking the ice and shaking off the seemingly permanent arrogant exterior he wore with everyone but her for the night. Maybe even forever.

But this was not that world.

“Do you live here or something? Can I have your number to contact you?” Stephen asks with the same smile.

“Yeah I live here under the counter next to the milk fridge,” Emilia responds without thinking, smiling as Stephen laughs but she’s grabbing the Sharpie from her apron and writing her number on a nearby napkin because cliches are cliches for a reason, sometimes. Practicality and all.

Emilia’s handwriting is neat, it’s cute, and it’s perfect.

Stephen’s fingers brush her own as he takes it, and they both somehow know it’s intentional so they both share an inside joke smile before Emilia readies his drink by snapping the lid on, sending him on his way with a promise to call.

The rest of the shift is spent with Emilia attempting to ignore her phone and pretending to ignore the seemingly unrelenting temptation to just sneak into the back like she knows everyone does to check her phone.

When given the opportunity to check her messages Emilia tries her best to ignore the cold disappointment when there are no missed calls or messages from a new number. While Emilia doesn't think that Stephen is the type of person to ask someone out and then ignore them, she also knows that she doesn’t really know him aside from his drink order and his profession.

Stephen could very well have plenty of phone numbers to pick and choose from as he pleases.

This thought dims her mood so she chooses to let it go in favor of wiping the counter off. Again.

Emilia couldn’t possibly know that Stephen had been staring at the napkin every opportunity he had gotten; saving the numbers on his computer, phone, and even writing it down on a sticky note he stuck into his wallet before his next lecture just in case.

The same number he had already successfully memorized.

It’s during her walk home after work when Emilia is planning out her evening’s dinner when her phone begins to vibrate in her backpack, excitement bubbling in her chest as she sees it’s from an unknown number.

“Hello?” Emilia answers, hoping she didn’t speak too quickly.

“Hi. Is this Emilia?” The familiar voice which is just slightly changed by a phone call asks, “This is Stephen. Boundary crossing professor and customer,”

“Hi Stephen,” Emilia says with a grin she can’t stamp down painting her face as she presses the crosswalk button.

“I hope this is an alright time to call, I just couldn’t wait any longer so I’m calling between lectures,”

“Oh,” Oh. “No, no that’s fine,” Emilia feels she’s capable of doing a cartwheel at that moment.

“I ended my last lecture early with the promise of it being so they could prepare for the midterm but I knew that they wanted to get of out there as much as I did so I did us both a favor,”

Emilia imagines Stephen rushing students out of his lecture hall as quickly as possible in order to call her seconds sooner.

“I’m glad you called,” Emilia confesses, briefly missing someone distracted from crashing into her.

“I am too,” There’s a pause and Emilia listens intently, “I don’t know your personal schedule but I know you don’t work tomorrow but are you free tomorrow afternoon?”

Tomorrow!! Emilia thinks. Less than a day away.

“I’m free,” Emilia has work to do for school but she knows she’d find time during finals week for Stephen.

“Perfect. There’s this restaurant, it’s a brewery as well. It’s on Wheelbridge. I’d like to take you there,”

While Emilia knows the area, not the restaurant. It’s not too close to home, but it would be okay.

“Okay. That sounds nice. What time?”

“Let’s do 2? I don’t want to interrupt you sleeping in and relaxing. Is that okay? I thought we could have lunch and then somewhere else not too far away,”

“That sounds lovely,”

“Great. Perfect. I will let you go because I’m sure you have things to do and I won’t be the reason you are distracted,”

Stephen didn’t know he was Emilia’s favorite distraction.

“Tomorrow, then?” Stephen asks, “2?” suddenly sounding hesitant, nervous almost. It didn’t suit him as he sounded unsure as if he needed to make sure it was happening and set in stone.

“2pm I’ll be there,”

“Okay. See you then. Bye, Emilia,”

“Bye-bye” Emilia says before they both hang up and she wants to body slam herself through the Earth’s crust because who says “bye-bye” unironically?

Instead of dwelling, Emilia saves his phone number carefully and there is absolutely nothing that can ruin her mood.

Not the way that the leftovers she was planning on having were spoiled, or the way she had forgotten to revise an essay, or even when she couldn’t sleep out of sheer excitement.

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boredzillenial · 9 months

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Writing Masterlist

🥰 : fluff , 🥵: NSFW

🌙 MoonKnight Bingo🌙

🎃 Fawktober 2023 🦇

Series: all 🥵

A Gift Horse and His Mouth: Doctor Strange x afab!reader (Word count: 3k)

You came to Kamar-taj for help with your mental health. Little did you know your dreams would work against you and make things a lot more complicated.

Yes Sir: Part II to "A Gift Horse and His Mouth" (Word count: 2.8k)

Dealing with the aftermath of your dream Stephen has an idea on how to work through some issues.

Attitude Adjustment: William Tell x afab!reader (Word Count: 3k)

A friend of your fathers pays you an unexpected visit you aren’t likely to forget.

One-shots:

🥵Bad Bet: William Tell x F!reader (Word count: 2.6K)

William beats you in a poker tournament, but you just can’t accept defeat, not yet…

🥵 Sweet Relief: Laurent LeClair X F!reader (Word Count: 1.1K)

Laurent finds you during a difficult time of the month, he wants to help you feel better.

🥵 Stronger Than I Look: Steven Grant X curvy f!reader (Word Count: 2k)

You and your coworker Steven are doing inventory late at night. Being a bigger girl you hadn’t worked up the courage to make a move. But an artifact hidden amongst the trinkets in stock changes things.

🥵 A Simple Arrangement: Jonathan Levy X f!reader (Word count: 1.3k)

Jonathan wakes you in the night for some much needed relief.

🥰 That Damn Smile: Matt Murdock fluff x afab!reader (Word Count: 1.6k)

You’re new to Hells Kitchen and there’s a stranger who’s caught your eye, but you’re not sure if you’ve caught his.

🥰Giftshop Steven: Steven Grant with gn!reader (Word count: 1.4k)

Steven comes to your rescue in the crowded museum.

🥵Caught: Marc Spector x afab!reader (Word Count: 1k)

You get bored while housesitting for Marc and are caught in a rather compromised position.

Drabbles/Thots/Ficlets:

🥰 Drunken Confession: GN!reader X Miguel O’Hara (Word Count: 517)

You snoop around Miguel's office and confess to the "empty" room.

🥵Blue Jones Thots: just some HC and a quick drabble on this very unstable man. gn!reader (WC on drabble: 552)

What I will and won’t write

Messy masterlist for Kinktober 2023 here

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ineedahugtm · 6 months

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Me when I find another ship where the characters have never interacted

#mystrade #greg lestrade #mycroft holmes #bbc sherlock #everstrange #everett ross #doctor strange #i can’t keep doing this #i can’t handle it #ao3 #reading fanfiction #fanfics #fan fiction

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lostgirl1428 · 9 months

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Currently writing a Doctor Strange x OC fan fic…I did this for funsies and never planned on posting it but now that I’m literally on chapter 11 I’m genuinely contemplating it 💀

Shits REALLY fucking dark as per my OC. But idk anyone interested?

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themotherofblood · 2 years

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In Another Life…

SW!Wanda Maximoff x Fem Reader.

Little bit of fluff and angst.

A/N: I wasn’t sure if I was going to write at all but here I am. I’m new to tumblr so bare with my while I figure stuff out. Please leave feedback and to all my lovely people. This one is for you. Ps. I’m also picturing Wanda and Scarlet Witch as two separate entities.

You were bewitched quite literally, you held her as the temple on the cold mountain came apart around you, red glowing powers cradled the two of you in a protective warm hug as pieces of your lovers mistake crumbled back down. Most of it a blur but you remember her face, the anguish, the tears rolling down her face as it sunk into her as to what she had done. And then you remember a scream, you weren’t sure if it was you who screamed from the fear of death or if it was her that screamed to use every last bit of her powers to close the hell she had opened up.

That was 2 weeks ago

Turns out it was you who screamed, in your sleep that moment froze as you woke up screaming. The door right infront of you had abruptly opened with a red head making a quick bee line to sit next you you on the bed.

“It’s okay y/n, you’re okay.” her lower voiced hushed you, you couldn’t stop crying, why couldn’t you stop crying? “Detka, I’m right here, nothing is going to hurt you.” she whispered into you ears in an attempt to at least bring your crying down and it worked because your eyes snapped open as you pushed her away from you.

Holding your arms in front of you, “you did this!” you sneered at her through your blurry eyes. “You killed her!” The red flash at the moment of the temple falling over, you remember it clearly; you saw her fade. The warm fingers that held your forearms had been switched with the blackened cold ones. This wasn’t her, she is isn’t your Wanda. She isn’t Wanda at all. “I want my Wanda.” you sobbed in anger and pain. “Please, just bring her back!” you begged to the witch sitting next to you. Your sobs only got louder as the pain in your chest grew deeper and deeper.

This woman looked like her and to a certain extent was her, but Wanda was flawed not this monster. Wanda was the woman who fell to her knees to save her children, the woman who destroyed the darkhold. However the woman in front of you was a monster, a cruel monster. You went to push her off the bed, when your hands went right through her. Your hands floating through what appeared to be spirit matter. That’s when you heard her come in, nearly panting. “Oh y/n, she got here first.” there she was, the soft gleam of her big doe eyes, her straight red hair, a thick cardigan that adorned her figure. You were gawking at her, mostly in confusion. Till now you were only aware of the The witch and Wanda sharing the same body.

“W-Wanda?” Your voice quivered in confusion, you thought she was gone and if she is here then why was… you turned to look at where the scarlet witch sat but it remained empty. So you looked back at Wanda and back to the empty spot one more time, growing even more confused as before. Only this time Wanda replaced the empty spot. “I thought you died, that she took over before you closed the darkhold.” you sniffled while explaining to her, the reason of your confusion. Wanda tucked some lose hairs behind your ear and sighed

“She is me y/n” her eyes filled with concern at your state. “Don’t worry about her, she won’t hurt you… I would never hurt you.” her eyes glossed over as she remembered the same words she told their children. You cautious scooted towards her until you mustered up the courage to lay your head on her lap. A lot had happened, with WestView, Thanos and your children; a lot of damage had been done on both parts. You were grateful that she was here and maybe for the first time in months Wanda heard silence in your head. Her soft hand began to run through your hair as you finally took in your surroundings

“Where are we?” the room around you looked similar to the cabin Wanda lived in after WestView but this one was bigger, more furnished. It had some of your sketches pinned to the walls and framed photos of the two of you. You looked up at her for an answer “some place safe, just you and me.” she pressed her lips together to give you a small smile. Your hand reached up to caress her check. She knew what you wanted, mind reading or not, she knew. Wanda leaned down to meet your lips, a soft hum left your lips as you molded your lips with hers.

“What now?” you asked sighing out of content, pushing your self to sit up; hooking your legs each side of Wanda as you sat facing her. Wanda’s eyes darts over your face capturing every little details again. Her hands wrapping around the small of your waists to pull you closer. Your forehead resting on hers “We heal, together” she replies. You knew she needed you, again you can’t mind read like she does but you know, you always know what she wants.

Your lips meet yet again, with hopes to start anew. This time away from all the decisions that were made for the two of you. “We’ll be okay.” you tell her, sounding confident. Wanda nudges you to look up at her with her nose. “I love you, detka. So much.” she professes. “I love you too.” Your lips meet yet again with hers, this time kiss full of force both trying to radiate their love for one another. In the blissful silence she could hear the sound of their happy groans but also the sound of waves, of people and birds. Both women so lost in one another.

From the other room, Scarlet Witch snickered at the two of them, but mostly at the naivety of you. You love for Wanda, so utterly blinding. The witch merely had to present the Sokovian girl to you on a platter and it worked. For miles towards the oceans of this island, a familiar red barrier glimmered with its magical energy, keeping all those out who sees threatened the peace of the Maximoff witch.

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trickstress333 · 7 months

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Behold: my child of a fan fiction.

Title: Doctor Strange and the Curse of the Haunted Mansion

Word Count: 22,442

Status: Complete

Pairings: Flirtation between Stephen Strange/Madame Leota

Based on the Haunted Mansion Rides at the Disney Parks but with some creative liberties and interpretations

Warnings: Major Character Death, Mentions of Suicide by Ghost Host (Stretching room scene of the Mansion)

Summary:

“It was originally supposed to be a simple investigation of a mansion located not far outside of New Orleans. The place had been derelict for decades at least and yet the mansion seemed almost pristine.

Wong had stated that there was an unprecedented amount of spiritual energy that seemed to engulf the place. Anyone who entered the building never was never seen again which was rather alarming. The locals knew to steer clear of the place but every so often teens would dare each other to enter, or more recently amateur supernatural vloggers.

Now Stephen stood outside the rather imposing building and felt a wave of dread. Which was honestly a bit ridiculous as he had faced the likes of Dormammu and Thanos. This was just a house.

And yet…”

Stephen Strange goes to rescue a mansion and the residents inside from an evil curse however he finds a lot more than he bargains for. With only till sunrise to solve the mystery and make it out alive, can Stephen break the spell?

Written for Strange Tales of Halloween 2022 Prompt month. Updated with finale for the cliffhanger in 2023.

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sobeautifullyobsessed · 8 months

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Okay, but seriously...

Are there any Doctor Strange fan fic readers left that have the patience & interest to read multi-chapter fics that exist primarily to tell a story, and not just to deliver reader insert smut?

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random-writer-4884 · 2 years

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Red and Yellow Roses (Tony Stark X Stephen Strange)

Red and Yellow Roses

Tony Stark X Stephen Strange

Description: When Stephen returns home from a mission and dismisses Tony, who hadn't slept in over a day, Tony becomes upset. Even though the next day was their anniversary, Tony runs off and Stephen goes to bed. However, when Stephen is barely able to sleep without Tony by his side, he goes and prepares for their anniversary so that he can correct his mistake.

Warnings: none

Tony was tired. Ok maybe tired wasn’t the right word. Tony was exhausted. He had been up for well over 24 hours, and had spent basically the whole time in his lab when Pepper wasn’t bugging him to sign papers. He had finally stopped working when J.A.R.V.I.S. began to lock down his equipment.

He went back to the bedroom he shared with Stephen Strange, and changed out of his dirty work clothes. He sat down on the bed and looked at the calendar he kept on the wall. Tomorrow was their 1 year anniversary. They had started dating a whole year ago tomorrow. Tony had a nice dinner planned for the two of them, but Stephen had been gone for a little bit. Being the Sorcerer Supreme was a taxing job, and often required him to leave on a dime.

J.A.R.V.I.S. alerted him to some papers that Pepper had sent over for him to sign. Something that he could easily say he hated. The constant nagging from his ex-girlfriend about his company that he left her in charge of running. Yet he still had to sign all the papers. He was part of the way through digitally signing them when a ring of sparks appeared, and out walked Stephen.

He was covered in dirt, and small cuts, and blood. His perfectly kept hair was tossed in every direction possible. His robes were torn and slashed. The gleam in his eyes was replaced with a tired dullness.

Tony immediately stood from where he sat on the bed and ran up to Stephen “You're back!” Tony reached his hands out to cup Stephen’s face, but he backed away from the contact.

“I need to shower. I’ll be back.” Tony was taken aback by the lack of affection. Stephen started walking towards the bathroom and Tony marched after him.

“I’m sorry? No ‘Hi Tony’ or ‘I missed you Tony’ or even ‘I love you’? Really?” The cloak around Stephen's shoulders let go of his robes and flew to the other side of the room.

Stephen sighed as he began to untie his robes “Look, it was a long fight, and i haven't slept. I havent really eaten either. I just want a fucking shower, is that alright?”

“Fine, go have a shower! It’s not like it matters to me! I just wanted a fucking hug from my boyfriend!” Tony turned on his heels and walked out of the room. Stephen, in similar fashion, marched into the bathroom and slammed the door. Leaving the cloak so lift itself up and down in a motion similar to a sigh.

When Stephen walked out of the bathroom after his shower, he was sort of surprised that Tony wasn’t sitting in bed. In fact Tony was nowhere to be seen. Stephen wandered the floor before giving up. He was exhausted, and if Tony couldn’t understand that then it was his own fault.

He didn’t exactly sleep much. The emptiness in the bed was a painful cold. And so one the clock hit 5:20 AM Stephen got up. He searched the closet for a suit, and pulled out a nice navy blue one. With a little bit of searching, he found a red tie with simple gold stripes on it. The choice was only a little bit inspired by Tony’s Iron Man suits.

Once he was fully dressed up, with hair combed back, and suit ironed. He wrapped the Cloak of Levitation around his shoulders and opened a portal.

He stepped right outside a lovely little flower shop. Walking into the shop he was greeted by the sweet old lady who owned and ran the shop.

“Oh! Stephen! I’m so excited for you to see this bouquet! What a beautiful bouquet idea you had! Red and yellow roses mixed together with a single green rose in the middle! It's stunning!”

The cheerful lady handed him the bouquet, and she was certainly right that it was stunning. Stephen thanked her and paid for the bouquet (He may have slipped a large bit extra into her tip jar when she wasn’t looking).

Once he was outside, Stephen opened a portal back to the tower. “J.A.R.V.I.S. Where is Tony? I have something for him.”

“Mr. Stark has requested I not tell you his location.” The AI replied simply. Stephen sighed, deciding instead to search the tower. He started with the Avengers wing, and when he found nothing he continued to the lab.

It turned out the lab was the place to go. He found Tony asleep on a bench, draped over a handful of blueprints. He had a white pencil in his hand and had clearly fallen asleep while sketching his blueprints.

Stephen gently rubbed Tony’s shoulder to wake him up. When he finally opened his eyes he found Stephen bent down beside him.

“Good Morning Tony.” He said softly. “Happy Anniversary, my love.” Tony sat up quickly in the chair, nearly falling off of it.

“What?”

“I know I was a bit of an ass last night. I was tired, but it still wasn’t right. I’m sorry.” Stephen looked down at the ground as he spoke, only looking up when Tony put his hands on Stephen’s face.

Tony was smiling “I forgive you, you oaf! Besides, I have a dinner reservation for us tonight!” Tony stood up from his chair. Hair a bit messy, his face had grease smudges on it.

Stephen leaned over and planted a gentle kiss onto Tony’s lips. When he finished, he pulled the bouquet of roses from behind him. He handed them over to Tony “These are for you.”

Tony lifted the flowers to his nose to smell them. “It's a beautiful bouquet! I don’t exactly understand the green one in the middle though.” Stephen gave a slight chuckle

“Well, the red ones are for love and passion, the yellow are for caring and affection, and the green one is for growth and abundance.” Tony was smiling looking down at the flowers “Oh, and they’re the color of your suit. The green one is in the middle, sort of like the Eye of Agamotto.”

Tony started giggling. “You are such a dork!” He quickly turned and walked over to a door on the side of the room “I’ll be right back! I just need a quick change and I’ll be ready to go.”

Stephen was confused “Go where? I didn’t really have a plan.” Tony turned around quickly with a grin on his face.

“Breakfast, obviously! I know a lovely little mom and pop shop across town that we can go to! The owners are so sweet! They have a little side room they always let me use so i’m not bombarded by paparazzi!” Tony ran through the door yelling something to J.A.R.V.I.S. that Stephen wasn’t able to make out.

When he returned a few minutes later, he was wearing a maroon suit, and a green tie with golden accents. He walked over to Stephen and wrapped his right arm around his waist, and his left behind Stephen’s neck. Tony tilted his head and pressed his lips against Stephen’s, who returned the kiss and wrapped his arms around Tony’s waist.

When they broke apart, Tony grabbed Stephens hand and pulled the Sorcerer (and his accompanying cloak) out the door. They were both laughing as they hopped into the car, and drove to breakfast.

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strangelockd · 1 year

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Today Is The Day

18+ ONLY CONTAIN HEAVY FILTH & SMUTT

Pairing: StephenStrange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: It's Christmas morning and Stephen has a surprise for you. But first he wants to take care of you after all you did for him the night before.

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: Fluff with smutt, Oral female receiving, cursing, dirty talk, soft Stephen, fingering, kinda proof read.

A/N: Happy Christmas Benedict fam!!! Here's something I whipped up this morning. My gift to you is the continuation of Like What You See Doctor. I hope you all had a happy and safe holiday. I love you all.

Soft morning light broke through the bedroom curtain of the Sanctum blanketing your shared room with an amber colored warmth. Stephen had the fire burning and the tree was lit in all its beauty, creating a homely feeling against the snowy weather outside. Rubbing his hands together he turned gaze towards you sleeping peacefully on the bed, your hair splayed out from tossing through the night with your head barely poking out of the covers. Making his way back to the bed he shed his pajama bottoms off sliding back into the warmth if the bed. But he had no plans for going back to sleep. Smiling he snuggled back against you draping his leg over yours. He ground his hips gently against your ass making him exhale a deep groan. You felt the soft tickle of Stephens goatee against your jawline as he peppered your face with kisses trying to rouse you softly from your slumber.

“Mmmm,” you softly groaned turning over facing your man rubbing the tiredness from your eyes. After your gift to Stephen and the marathon of fucking last night, waking up early was the last thing on your mind. Softly groaning you turned deeper into your pillow, “Stephen, its to early to get up yet” taking the covers and pulling them up to try to go back to sleep.

Placing a soft kiss upon your forehead, “Well good morning to you to babe” A big grin cascading across his face as he pulled you in closer wanting to feel your body against his. He could get lost in you for days.

Having flashes of memories to when you first moved in his mind raced back to the time when you both wouldn’t leave the bedroom for anything other than studies and food. But the feeling of you had never wavered, if anything Stephens been having visions of you at the end of an alter, standing in white becoming his bride.

Whats wrong with you Stephen? Gushing like a lovesick teenager…His hand trailed along the swell of your hips as he stroked your skin gently with his thumb. The thought alone of your belly swelling with his child was enough to make his heart burst to where he couldn’t help but grin. Today is the day Stephen…

Trailing his palm down his fingers laced the elastic your panties pulling them down. Bring them up to his nose he inhaled your scent making his cock twitch. Tossing them to the floor he saw the grin on your face, your eyes showing a glimmer of mischief he knew you were in the right mindset now.

He pulled the comforter over his head placing kisses along your hips and waistline, the scruffiness of Stephens goatee sending ripples of pleasure across your body.

“Mmmm,” you moaned rocking your hips against his face, “so…nice” your voice trailing off in pleasure.

Nuzzling his nose between your thighs he beckoned your legs apart. His nose grazing against your folds as he nudged your lips apart desperate to taste you once more.

He inhaled deeply, “oh sweetheart you smell divine and your already so wet for me” he purred into your apex.

“Im always ready for you babe, you make me so wet Stephen,” you moaned back riding against his face desperately trying to get more friction.

“Is my little minx feeling needy?” He smirked, his eyes looking up at you. A bolt of sparks fluttered across your tummy as you watched his blue eyes sparkle with desire.

“Mmm yes, need to feel your tongue on my wet pussy” you moaned lacing your fingers through his hair pulling him closer to your needy heat.

Mumbling into your heat he growled, “Mmmm then who am I to keep my lady waiting,” pulling the covers back down all you can make out is the bobbing of the covers as he dove into your core, eating you out like a man starved. You tasted like heaven, and he never wanted to leave. The smell of your arousal was strong as his tongue worked in slow steady circles around your nub. Your legs wrapping firmer around his head only encouraged him to take two fingers into your opening. The squelching sound of your sopping heat around his digits made him squirm. He ground his cock against the mattress in a desperate attempt to satisfy his urge. Stephen was by no means a selfish lover so by all the Vishanti he would hold himself off until you came before chasing his own pleasure.

“Oh fuck,” you groaned taking fistfuls of his silver templed hair grinding into his face, “Stephen…I don’t know how long I’m going to last” you pleaded as your eyes fluttered closed and your head buried against the pillow.

Taking that as his cue Stephen latched onto your clit sucking it more firmly as he traced his tongue in figure eights around the bundled nerve going faster and faster. Never missing a beat, he speed up with pace of his hand as your body rode out its pleasure.

“OH MY GOD!” You exclaimed as you bucked against his face coming down from your high. Stephen crawled up from below the sheet, his face glistening with evidence of your arousal.

“That was fantastic Stephen,” you mumbled into his chest.

“It was certainly the best gift I can physically give you,” Stephen stated. “Now get dressed, we have gifts to unwrap.

Like a giddy child you rolled out of bed pulling on Stephens Columbia University hoodie and sweatpants. Stephen just opted for his pajama bottoms as he gestured you towards the tree, the velvet love seat couch looking so inviting. Sliding on your slippers you walked over taking a seat next to your boyfriend. Cloakie floated over and attached itself to your shoulders making you giggle. You were glad Stephen trusted you with his relic it made you feel like this place truly was your home.

“Now Ive got something very important to ask you y/n,” he reached behind him pulling out a small velvet box with a bow on it, “Ive been wanting to give this to you for a long time, but I felt like today would be the perfect day”. Your eyes widened as you felt your heartbeat faster. Lifting himself up Stephen slowly got down on one knee. His gaze looking into yours he opened the box that contained the most beautiful emerald ring you’ve ever seen. The color a token to his old relic of the time-stone was a nice touch from Wong. I must thank him later for that…

With a gentle tone he asked, “Y/n, will you do me the greatest honor and become my wife?”

The pause felt like an eternity as you felt your mouth hang open, tears flooded your eyes as you jumped up in excitement.

“Yes Stephen of course I’ll be your wife!” You cried as he took the ring, slipping it onto your heart-line finger. Taking your head in his hands he pulled you in for a kiss as excitement and relief flooded through him. You are going to be his wife…. Pulling away Stephen took your hand kissed your palm.

“I love you Stephen Strange”

“I love you y/n, Merry Christmas”

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faithinhome · 1 year

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Neighbor Next Door - Stephen Strange x Female OC

18+ | Minors DNI

Summary: anna had always thought the doctor next door was attractive. and one interaction left her itching to get more of him.

Tags: age gap (25F & 40M), cheating (but not in the way you’d think), strong language, smut, slow burn.

Chapter 3: Jealousy

stephen had no idea what he’d just witnessed. the two definitely looked super dishevelled. strange was a little turned on by the idea of anna being so horny she couldn’t wait to do it. he kept replaying the ice cream incident, and it got slower each time. he didn’t know what it meant. he tried to stop thinking about it, but it felt impossible.

what had gotten her in such a mood? was it him? it was a bit cocky to think about but then again, it could be a possibility. it was an exciting possibility but stephen pushed the thought away. it shouldn’t matter, anyway. maybe it was him, maybe it wasn’t. either way, he had a wife to get home to.

after having done enough socialization and networking for the night, he finally headed home, excited to see christine. he hoped she was feeling better.

“hey" stephen was surprised to see christine awake now since it was midnight.

"oh hi" she looked up from her book and smiled tiredly at stephen.

there were 2 empty wine glasses on the table, causing stephen to raise a brow.

he took off his jacket and shrugged it on to a chair. "did you uh, have company?"

"yeah" christine smiled and stood, carrying the wine glasses to the sink.

"who was it?" stephen asked quietly.

christine has adamantly refused to go to the party because of how sick she felt. but apparently not sick enough for wine?

or was he overthinking this?

christine sighed. "mark"

"mark?" the crease on stephen's forehead deepened. "you were too sick to go to the party with me but you invited mark?"

christine turned around, sighing. "here we go.”

"i'm sorry, what?" stephen demanded, getting a little defenceless.

"you're gonna go on your little jealousy spree again" christine crossed her arms.

"oh forgive me for ever having to be jealous and insecure" stephen coughed. "besides, im just asking. you're the one catching an attitude"

"i started feeling better and mark called to confirm for something for our lab on saturday" christine said casually. "and we just decided to meet up for wine."

"okay" stephen nodded. "could you.. be a little more sensitive next time? i mean, i was literally just asking you a question and you started accusing me of being jealous. despite knowing very well why i tend to get jealous."

"i just... didn't have the energy to deal with it. "

"despite literally being the reason for it?"

"oh god, stephen!" christine threw her hands in ridicule. "do you ever let it go?"

stephen's patience was starting to wear thin. "why are you so mad?"

"you're just constantly on that same shit all the time!" christine huffed. "it's annoying."

"annoying?" stephen furrowed his brows, his jaw clenching. "oh god, i'm so fucking sorry for the mild annoyance, christine. i'll have you know that getting cheated on was far more than annoying! so i'm fucking sorry if i act this way sometimes and it's annoying. maybe you should have considered that before cheating on me!"

"oh my god" christine's voice raised in exasperation. "like i said, here we go again. stephen, i said i was sorry. what more do you want from me? are you never gonna trust me again?"

"it's taking time christine" stephen reasoned, his voice a little softer now. he was hurt by how insensitive christine was being. but it was like she didn’t even see it. “it's only been two months. i can't stop thinking about it and i thought you'd be more understanding."

"we've had sex like, what, once since then?” christine responded in frustration. "stephen i'm trying. but you keep constantly bringing it up, over and over. how are you ever gonna get over it if it constantly comes up? you're never gonna be able to move past it.”

stephen clenched his jaw. he didn't think christine had any right to bring up their sex life. he was affected so deeply he couldn't engage in sex, because anytime he tried, he couldn't stop thinking about christine being equally intimate with another man. all while she had also laid in his arms and lied to him over and over again.

"i honestly thought that little neighbour of ours, that would help you, but no. you just can't stop harbouring over the same shit!"

"what the hell are you talking about?" stephen snapped.

anna frowned as she walked to her apartment, hearing yelling coming from strange's apartment. she froze for a minute, listening intently.

she knew it was none of her business but stephen strange was literally yelling. and that was such a contrast to how he'd been today at the party. besides, she felt responsible to make sure no one was getting seriously hurt.

"come on stephen, it's so obvious she wants you!" christine scoffed. "please don't tell me you didn't even notice that! the cupcakes, the frequent visits. she literally showed up at our door in a fucking bathing suit! at like 9 in the morning! literally stopped an entire party because you asked her to. i noticed it and i was like okay, that attention might help him feel better. distract him. as long as she stays within limits but clearly, that doesn't help."

"are you fucking insane?" stephen couldn't believe what was happening right now. "you're mad at me for not doing something that would solely be convenient to you? what the hell is wrong with you? i don't want her, christine! i want you. i've always only wanted you.”

"well maybe you're too fucking obsessed with me!" christine yelled back and stephen froze, tears stinging at his eyes.

anna couldn't really make out words. she could just hear raised muffled voices, but they were distinct. after a few moments of silence, anna figured it was over and walked to her door, shuffling through her bag for her keys.

that's when the their apartment door flew open and stephen walked out with his jacket.

anna looked over at him, surprised by his dishevelled state. "stephen.”

this was the first time she'd ever said his name and her cheeks flushed.

he stopped and looked at her, sighing.

"a-are you okay?"

"i'm fine"

"i heard yelling" she spoke softly. "are you sure you're okay?"

"i'm fine" he said once again as he started to walk away.

anna followed after, concerned, "stephen, i-"

"just stop" stephen spoke through gritted teeth as he turned around to face her. "will you please stop? what you did at the party? showing up at our place unannounced lying about some cupcakes. and then literally fucking your friend in the bathroom at a fucking work party? will you please stop chasing me? im married, anna. and definitely not interested in someone that acts like the world is her brothel or some shit."

with that, he turned and left without hesitation.

anna gasped and backed away but she doubted stephen even saw how hurt she felt at the words that had come out of his mouth.

the worst part of it all was that it was true.

anna sniffled and opened her door, slamming it shut and letting out a soft sob as she curled up against the wall on the floor, hugging her knees close to herself. she felt so small and alone all of a sudden.

...

the memories of last night immediately flooded anna's mind as she woke up. she whined softly, not wanting to get up and face the world.

"god fucking damn it."

she felt horrible. but she couldn't turn to sam for help, she'd let him down. and she couldn't turn to wanda either after what had happened last night. she regretted it. and she knew she'd regretted it the moment the high of her orgasm had come down.

"why do i have to fuck everything up?"

anna rolled on her back and grabbed her phone, her eyes widening when she saw it was already past noon.

she saw she had a few texts from wanda, surprisingly.

hey annie. hope you're okay. just wanted to say that i really don't want to lose this friendship, despite everything.

anna swallowed, her mouth dry. the text read of regret too. and she obviously didn’t want to lose wanda either. but she was too disheveled to even consider how to deal with this.

she left the text unanswered and went to text sam.

sam, i wanted to say i'm sorry. you were right about it all along. i'm going to stop. i know it's not my place and i'm sorry i made you upset.

she didn't know if she was gonna understand her place here if stephen hadn't snapped at her last night. obviously she was not going to keep pursuing him after she'd been humiliated like that.

but she didn't want sam to know just yet. it was far too embarrassing.

anna finally managed to get herself in the shower. she put on an oversized shirt and a pair of shorts, her still damp hair resting against her shoulders.

anna groaned as her door bell rang and she slowly made her way to the door.

maybe it was sam on the other side. had wanda told him yet? was he here to chew her out again? or maybe comfort her? or maybe even apologize for being a little too harsh on her?

she was not expecting to find stephen strange on the other side of the door. her eyes widened as she saw him, her gaze lowering. "oh. hi.”

he was dressed in a simple shirt and pants, his tie loose around his collar. "hi, anna."

he thought she looked quite pretty with damp hair, which couldn't be said for a lot of people.

"um, i came here to apologize" he lifted a white pastry box with a soft apologetic smile. "and i brought cupcakes"

anna smiled and nodded, stepping aside and inviting him in.

"would you like something to drink?" she asked quietly, watching as he placed the cupcakes on the table.

"um, a tea would be nice. thank you." he spoke sheepishly. he hadn't gone back to his apartment at all and barely had any breakfast.

anna nodded and walked to the kitchen, a little relaxed about how much friendlier strange appeared today.

she kept his tea down on the coffee table and invited him to sit. "thanks for the cupcakes.”

"i had to" he smiled and nodded softly. "im horribly sorry about how i spoke to you yesterday. the comment i made at- at the end."

he cringed as he recalled his own awful remarks from last night.

"that was horrible and im so sorry. i just want you to know i absolutely do not see you that way at all. i was just... ticked about something my wife said in uh, relation to you"

anna studied strange as he apologized. it felt really sincere and honestly, he wasn't entirely wrong last night. her brows shot up at the last comment and she bit her lip nervously.

"oh god, i'm so sorry" anna started, earning a look of confusion from stephen. "did i make christine uncomfortable? i really.. that really was not my intention"

"no, no not at all" stephen assured her softly. he figured after all the horrible things he'd thrown her way last night, he might as well be honest about what happened. he owed her that. "she um. we had an argument about something that.. uh, something that happened two months ago. and she just brought you up and basically said that, that she thought you were into me and that the attention would keep me distracted and prevent me from harbouring on about what happened. and that really pisssed me off, which is why i left. and then i saw you..." he trailed off, eyeing anna, guilt evident in his eyes.

anna listened intently. god, how much more embarrassed could she possible be? "did you come here to embarrass me further?" she couldn't help the remark. she felt humiliated over and over and her defensive side was starting to come out.

"no, god no" stephen pushed. he really was going to screw this up wasn't he? "i just thought you deserved to know the truth. especially after how horribly i'd treated you. obviously christine was just saying whatever in defence. but that still was not okay, and i'm sorry. both for what she said and what i said as well."

anna honestly felt bad for stephen. she could see how guilty he felt and how hard he was trying. but the brothel comment still stung.

"you... you did basically call me a whore last night" anna spoke quietly and stephen's brows knitted together and his cheeks flushed. he looked even more guilty and anna didn't think that was possible. "i mean i get that i do... i dress a certain way but. i don't know, i want to forgive you and i do. i really do. i just don't know how to move past that comment."

stephen lowered his gaze, swallowing the lump in his throat. he felt his eyes burning. he honestly felt so horrible he thought he could cry. but he wasn't going to. he didn't want anna to forgive him out of pity.

"i'm really sorry and i'll try to make up for it"

anna bit her lip, eyeing strange. she sighed softly and reached out tentatively to place a hand over his.

stephen's eyes flickered to the hand and then to her eyes.

"it's okay" she smiled softly. "i can see how much this is affecting you. i mean, now that i think about it. it... it would be kind of hypocritical to hold what you said in an angry state against you. god knows i've said some shit when ive been angry. so it's okay. thanks for coming over. it takes a big person to be so honest"

stephen breathed a sigh of relief and smiled softly. "thank you. and i really do mean it. i do not see you that way at all. i honestly really don't."

"also, i did fuck my bestfriend" anna laughed awakrdly, trying to lighten the mood. "so i get where you were coming from"

stephen didn't know whether to laugh or not so he just smiled awkwardly.

"right so um" anna stated awkwardly, a little embarassed from the failed attempt at humour. "thanks for the cupcakes. mind sharing them with me?"

"i'd love to" stephen smiled softly, appearing a little more relaxed.

anna grabbed one and handed one to stephen.

"so uh, how are you feeling today? if you don't mind me asking"

stephen gulped down his tea and nodded slowly. "i’m a little scared to go back" he admitted with a soft chuckle. "i don't know what i'd even say."

anna nodded. "maybe don't say anything? i know... you didn't ask for advice but i think it was you that was hurt, you know? so maybe christine will eventually come around and apologize"

"i guess" stephen nodded. he'd never done that before. it was usually christine who'd give him the silent treatment, irrespective of who was wrong, and he'd have to end up apologizing.

anna decided to shut up after that, not wanting to interfere further.

"these cupcakes are really good" she murmured after finishing one, reaching out to grab another one.

stephen chuckled softly. "glad you like them.”

"maybe you should come over to apologize more often, these are amazing."

finally, stephen let out a soft laugh and the air seemed lighter.

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a/n: as promised, chapter 3! i think i should probably make my chapters longer to cover more story in a single chapter. please let me know what you think, if i should increase the length of the chapters or if they’re okay this way? also, sorry for doing that to christine. she seems to be a very beloved character among the doctor strange fandom but i think she’s always been a bit unfair to him so maybe i was projecting that on to the fic. buttt let me know if more of you’d like to be added to my reading list (or if you want out lol). as always, thank you so much for reading and feel free to share your thoughts. see your guys next week!!! 🥰

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rainydaycafe · 11 months

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A Shaken Espresso, Please - Ch. 2

Pairing: Professor! Stephen Strange au x OC fem! graduate school student (and barista)!

Summary: Professor Strange has a reputation that proceeds him and a finicky taste for off-campus coffee. Enter a graduate school attending barista. This is their story.

Warnings: age difference (older Stephen), and an inhumane amount of fluff with tumultuous thoughts

A/N: feel more than free to send me prompts for this story regarding what you'd like to see, what you think would fit, and any thought u have up in that sexy mind of yours!

Chapter 1

Time seemed to bend in differently for both Stephen and Emilia.

Their perception of time differed as the morning of their lunch date time seemed to extend itself to an excruciating length even when Stephen did his best to distract himself with work and emails. Time seemed to pass by as quick as a gust of wind when Emilia woke up that morning feeling jitters, unable to formulate an outfit that was good enough.

However they perceived it, time still passed and as was her habit- Emilia was early to the restaurant.

It turns out Stephen is even earlier than her, waiting outside on a nearby wall looking as handsome as ever. It’s the first time Emilia’s ever seen him wearing black jeans which he’s paired with a dark blue cardigan overtop a casual gray button up.

Looking so well put together with his straight posture and confident aura, it’s unimaginable to think of this man having been the one in his apartment checking and rechecking everything about his appearance multiple times before finally leaving his place.

Only to check himself in every available window and mirror, but that’s besides the point because he knows he looks good.

Emilia glances down at her own outfit which took her longer than she’d admit to pick. The entire idea of picking this outfit almost sent her into a fit of inescapable nerves.

It took her a lifetime to pick a pair of dark blue jeans that clung to her thighs and ended at just the beginning of her shoes, and the beige cardigan with orange flowers with a cream tank top.

The jeans may make her ass look fantastic, but that’s not the reason she chose them. Really. That would be presumptuous of her.

While Emilia doesn't have the financial freedom Stephen has to spend on clothes, she knows she did well choosing her outfit when Stephen catches sight of her and bites back a smile by biting his lower lip.

“Emilia,” Stephen says, pushing away from the wall and walking towards her.

Emilia doesn’t know whether they’re supposed to hug, wave, or shake hands but Stephen makes the decision for her as he leans in quickly and presses a kiss on her cheek. The breath she had catches in her throat and she flushes a bit, looking just about anywhere other than the man before her.

“Hi. You look really nice,” Which isn’t an empty compliment because Stephen does look nice.

“Thank you. This is my favorite cardigan,” Stephen says as they begin walking towards the door, Emilia pulling open the door for them, “You look beautiful. Those pants are-” Stephen swallows and Emilia watches in genuine surprise as he flushes a bit, “They look nice on you,”

“Thanks,” Emilia says as she wrings her hands together because he noticed!

“I already got us a table so I hope it’s okay we eat upstairs on the roof?”

Emilia spends plenty of time indoors. Work, school, home, etc. So she’s plenty happy to be outside. It’s a lovely day to spend outside since it’s just warm enough to avoid being too cold, but it isn’t hot. The breeze is cooling but not strong enough to blow away their napkins which is nice to have when Emilia feels she needs to cool down when Stephen looks at her.

In all honesty, Emilia can’t remember the last time she went on a date. The previous dates having been a daunting experience with men that really weren’t her cup of tea but they managed to get her to agree when she was fumbling with how to say “no”.

This, however?

This is easy.

It’s easy to simply sit across from Stephen on a sunny afternoon on the roof of his lovely restaurant. Their knees aren’t knocking, but every so often their feet bump into one another and every time Emilia feels her breath stutter. But either way she leans her chin on the heel of her hand and gazes at Stephen, making him feel as though everything he says will stick to Emilia and will never be forgotten.

Stephen makes it easy with his gift for conversation and his infectious smile. Emilia is very content to just listen as Stephen speaks about his job, where he went to school, what he studied. Everything is nonchalant- all that he’s done and all he still wants to do. There is pride as he speaks, but there isn’t any of the usual arrogance Emilia knows he carries at times. Stephen talks about himself as though he’s just any other person but Emilia thinks Stephen might be the most interesting person she’s ever encountered.

And Stephen draws out bits and pieces of Emilia’s own private story, unhappy with the way Emilia shrugs away her own life as though there’s nothing to actually speak of. The wide eyed wonder Stephen shows when Emilia speaks of her life, her education, and herself is enough to keep her speaking as she fidgets every so often when the attention makes her shy. Emilia continues to speak even when she knows she’s told Stephen more than she’s ever told anyone.

They’re both quite certain that they could speak to one another well past lunch, into dinner, and well into the late hours of night and into the early hours of the morning. For as long as the other might want to stay without even an inkling of boredom between them.

There is a quiet hope simmering there that hopefully the other will also want that.

A bit of doubt is bouncing around the back of her head and she can’t completely relax unless she’s clarified it.

“Is it- is it okay for us to be here together?” Emilia asks, nervously folding and refolding her napkin, Stephen pausing mid chew in confusion, “I mean since you’re a professor and I am a student,”

“You don’t need to worry about that. I looked through the faculty handbook the day you came into my office,” Stephen answers as though he’s telling her his favorite color with genuine ease.

It might not mean much to him, but it caused Emilia to pause to take what he had said.

Had he been interested in getting to know her and have her sit across from him from the moment she stepped foot in his office?

Stephen noted the surprise but he just smiled in the way that was now becoming familiar to Emilia, and she couldn’t help but just smile back.

“What are you teaching this semester? How are you liking them?” Emilia asked and Stephen contemplated.

“I’m teaching Navigational and Spatial Orientation, Ethical Conduct of Research, Neuroscience of Mental Illnesses, Sleep and Sleep Disorders, Neurobiology of Social Intelligence, and Neurobiology of Learning and Memory,”

The impressed expression on Emilia’s face was enough to have Stephen feeling superior and like he was an impressive individual since the courses he taught were a glimpse into his vast intelligence

“I mostly enjoy them but there are pros and cons to any profession,” Stephen added..

“What are the pros and cons of yours?”

“It’s just a bit difficult in a frustrating sense when we have to backtrack multiple times to a topic or a particular section because some students are have a harder time understanding,” Stephen explained, catching Emilia off guard, “I never had a problem understanding things in school so I don’t have a lot of patience for the redundancy of the slow students. Especially the Learning and Memory since it’s more of an introductory course we get a lot of students who aren’t sure of what they’re really in for with neuro, much less achieving a level of education like my own. They follow my courses since I’m obviously the head of the department I am the best,”

Emilia had been the student who needed the extra help when it came to her science and math classes since it just didn’t click for her right away, often leaving her confused and with a headache.

Read a book in a day? Easy. Memorize a few dates for history class? Fine. But when it comes to the world of math and science Emilia always felt out of her depth and it had always been due to feeling stupid when she did reach out for help with teachers and professors who shared the slightest bit of Stephen’s attitude.

If Stephen thought his own students were “slow” students who had made it into the highly competitive science department were “slow” she didn’t want to imagine what he thought of her.

Stephen’s arrogance had always been something women enjoyed, finding it impressive how confident he was in his skills; but it seemed to be having the opposite effect on Emilia as she seemed to be shutting down right in front of her.

That arrogance had been a part of his personality for as long as he’s known he’s gifted and it’s what people notice immediately after meeting him.

“I’m sorry if I came off as a pretentious asshole” Stephen said suddenly over the silence that had stretched out due to what he knew was his fault, “I’m not some huge asshole who just goes around belittling students. I am good at what I do but I don’t want you to think that’s all I am. I just- I just wanted to impress you but it seems to be having the opposite effect on you,”

Emilia visibly relaxed and she listened to him ramble until he came to his own natural end.

“Stephen, I’m not here with you because you’re head of the science department or because you have all of this professional success,” Emilia confessed, “I’m here to be with the Stephen that goes into the coffee shop and is pleasant to be around and converse with,”

“I really sounded like an asshole, didn’t?” Stephen asked with a self deprecating chuckle.

“Not… not really. I’m not saying you shouldn’t be confident and proud of yourself but like I said; I like you for who you are when you’re relaxed and are yourself, I don’t need you to prove to me you’re intelligent,” Emilia explained because anyone who came across Stephen could understand that he was an intelligent person.

When around Emilia, Stephen realizes he hasn’t been the belittling asshole with a superiority complex at all since all he wanted was to know her, to have her, and his genuine self has been more than enough to win her over.

Arrogance is just a mask for the feeling of having to prove yourself

That was something Stephen had heard time and time again after his haughtiness had gotten under the skin of someone, and perhaps on some level they were right but apparently he hadn’t felt the need to prove anything with Emilia up until he became all too self aware and self conscious almost.

There was safety between them; it seemed Stephen could be his most genuine self. There was nothing to prove to her since he was enough, he didn’t need additional padding.

However Stephen did choose to push the thought of confessing exactly why he had become a professor when he was very much qualified for more demanding professions.

It was still a subject that was sore enough to have him avoid it, especially when Emilia was looking at him with genuine affection within her gaze and he just couldn’t deal with it switching over to pity and sympathy because of what could have been.

The only other slight hiccup is when the check comes and Emilia attempts to pay but Stephen quickly pulls the bill out of her reach.

“I asked you so I will pay. If you’re so eager to pay, you can ask me out next time,” Stephen says with a smile, nudging at her ankle with his foot.

Next time. Emilia thinks, and the helpless wonder and hope bubbles inside of her all that much more, hoping Stephen feels the same anticipation when it comes to the phrase “next time”.

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It turns out that the second location Stephen wanted them to go to was a farmer’s market a few streets down which was held every Saturday afternoon from 2:00pm-7:30pm.

Emilia figures out where they’re going about two blocks into their walk as she sees people walking around with tote bags full of fresh produce, baked goods, and whatever else they sell at the farmers market but she keeps quiet.

They’re busy chatting or, well, lightly debating about whether classical music is superior to jazz music but there’s not an ounce of heat behind either of their words.

Walking side by side, their hands brush every so often and Emilia wonders what it would be like to hold hands with Stephen. To have his larger hands encase her own, or to thread her own fingers through his but she doesn’t dwell on it too long because she doesn’t have the courage to reach out and grab his hand.

The curiosity surrounding holding hands isn’t one Emilia lives with for too long as they arrive at the impressive farmer’s market and Stephen asks where she’d like to start.

Stephen asks where she’d like to start, but Emilia tells him she doesn’t really mind so he directs them towards the hand made soap when he suddenly takes hold of her hand as though it were the most casual and normal thing.

There’s a jolt that goes through Emilia, and she’s tempted to look at their interlaced fingers but she doesn’t and instead relishes the warmth Stephen’s hands provides.

Perhaps there’s a part of her that is afraid of acknowledging it because Stephen will also acknowledge it and pull away, noticing that it’s meaning a bit too much to Emilia for his liking.

A glance is stolen when Stephen is busy debating the kind of honey he most wants, but Emilia quickly looks away from their hands and confesses to him she’s of no help because she doesn’t care for honey.

Their walk around the farmer’s market continues and Emilia finds herself comfortable and content, hoping there’s another day like this awaiting her, just without all of the first date nerves that consumed her beforehand.

Letting their gazes linger towards stalls that might interest one another, Emilia locks eyes with an ice cream vendor dishing out delicious looking ice cream.

“Ice cream,” Emilia says not without childlike wonder that makes Stephen smile, directing both of them there where he smiles wider as Emilia genuinely debates the flavors. It seems to be a serious contemplation as she weighs her options, going through a pros and cons list in a matter of seconds.

“What are you going to get?” Emilia asks when they’re finally in line after Emilia has made a decision on her flavor choices.

“Brownie chunk and pistachio. What did you settle on?”

“I’ve settled on butter pecan and vanilla caramel crunch,”

They both order, Stephen opting for a cone as Emilia goes for her ice cream to be in a cup, Emilia beating him to pay as she had her card ready to go the moment they got in line because she couldn’t let him pay for everything.

Stephen had been distracted looking at her side profile, but he admits defeat as they wait off to the side, not waiting too long before their order number is called.

“There’s a bench over there,” Stephen gestures, “It’s a bit further away so we can have a bit of privacy,”

Emilia nods and before long they’re sitting, chatting away about anything that’s under the sun which is a relief to Emilia who had been plagued with the fear of Stephen finding her boring.

The natural curiosity between them doesn’t cease, both of them wanting to know more and more about the other without feeling as though they’ve hit the mark for casual first date knowledge.

“This place is here every Saturday,” Stephen explains proudly, “I know it’s a bit busy and touristy but it has some really nice things as well- what? What’s that look on your face?”

“I live nearby, Stephen,” Emilia says, attempting not to laugh at the affronted expression that crosses Stephen’s face, “I live about 2 blocks away and I come here on the Saturdays I want to get out of my place for a bit,”

“Fuck,” Stephen swears, “This is so boring for you, isn’t it? I just can’t seem to pull anything off with you, can I?”

“It’s not boring,” Emilia says sincerely, glancing towards the people shopping away, “I’m not bored because I’m getting to know you,”

The smile that Stephen gives him is so genuine and delicate that Emilia swears something rearranges inside of her in that moment.

“You’re so sweet,” Stephen says, and suddenly when Emilia looks towards him from where she was looking at some kids playing with sticks Stephen is leaning in and kissing her firmly.

It’s warm and sweet, and so intimate it makes Emilia feel like she’s off kilter somehow even though she’s sitting down on a bench at the farmer’s market she frequented as often as she’s wanted to.

Emilia’s been kissed before, sure, but not like this.

Not like she’s something precious and wonderful, like she’s something meant to be cherished. She can feel the intimacy and the sincerity, the way Stephen isn’t trying to impress her in that moment.

It’s the ice cream he tastes like, the softness of his lips, and the hand he has pressed to the back of her neck.

“Are you guys kissing?” A voice asks a bit too close for comfort and Stephen feels Emilia pull away quickly as though she’s been burned, leaving him mentally cursing everything worth cursing in the universe.

Turning, he sees one of the little monsters- kids- who had been playing a ways away standing in front of them waiting for an answer.

“Why don’t you go back to playing with sticks before I give you a lobotomy?” Stephen asks in a fakely sweet voice, the child unsure of what to make of the comment turns and goes back to her friends.

Emilia, embarrassed at being caught and interrupted is blushing bright red covering her face with her hands but Stephen is quick to peel them away, bringing her close to his side with his arm over her shoulder.

“I can’t believe you threatened to give her a lobotomy,” Emilia chastised.

“Well you were busy hiding your face so I had to get her to go away,” Stephen defended.

Indignant, Emilia turns to look at Stephen who looks at her expectantly but instead of giving in she turns back around, still unsure of what’s okay and what isn’t.

Stephen answers her by cupping her face with both hands and pulling her into him, pressing his lips to hers again, stemming that warm feeling that builds up in her chest and seems to expand to anywhere Stephen is touching.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed and I hope you want to read more from me

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midnight-marvel616 · 2 years

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[SPOILERS] My Version of “Multiverse of Madness”

Sooo, I didn’t really like Doctor Strange: MoM. I think it had a lot of great elements but ultimately mismanaged its characters and story. So, for my own mental health, I want to try to put together the beats of what my version of Multiverse of Madness looks like! My priorities with this are to better allow the characters the opportunity to have their convictions challenged and to allow the multiversal sub-plot to have more immediate relevance to the MCU while preserving as much of the original movie as possible.

Opening Images: Marvel Studios logo sequence plays but with a slightly altered introduction song that feels familiar to the one we know but shifted into a different key

Opening Scene: Screen cuts to black. A mysterious girl’s voice echoes through the darkness. “Strange. Strange,” she calls “Strange, get up!” Cut to a close up of Doctor Strange’s face as his eyes shoot open while gasping for air. The mysterious girl, dressed in red, white, and blue, approaches Dr. Strange, lying dazed on the ground, and shakes him awake. “We have to keep going, she’s coming!” Doctor Strange stands and continues to flee with the girl. As they run, the walls and floor of the temple around them begin to warp and shatter (as if in the mirror dimension) as red and black smoke surrounds from behind. Strange, dressed differently than we’ve seen him before, urges the girl to use her powers. “ I can’t! I don’t know how!” she exclaims. Strange suddenly stops in his tracks. “What are you doing?!” the girl screams. Strange turns to look at her, “I’m sorry America. I hope the next is better.” Strange rears his arm back and thrusts his palm into America Chavez’s chest as if to summon her astral form. In doing so, America’s powers activate and a large star-shaped portal opens behind her. Strange pushes America’s body through the portal, but just as she falls through a dark silhouette emerges from the smoke, with a blinding red light behind it. Strange is suddenly surrounded by a twisting red aura. Cut to a close up of Strange’s face as he screams out in pain.

Just a Dream: Screen cuts to Doctor Strange as he jolts out of bed in a panic. Strange, still catching his breath, turns to his phone which has a new message from Christine Palmer that reads “Thank you for coming <3.” Strange sighs to himself before getting out of bed. While dressing into a suit, Strange peers out the window of the Sanctum Santorum to look onto the streets below while the sound of church bells can be heard in the distance. Cut to the interior of a church as Strange makes his way through the crowd to find his seat. Strange sits down to realize Nic West, his former colleague at Metro-General Hospital, is sat next to him. The two make awkward conversation where West reveals that during the blip he became the new head of neuro-surgery. Strange congratulates West on his accomplishment but West responds distantly in thought, “You know Stephen? After everything that’s happened, after Thanos, I found myself asking what’s the point? When some mad, purple, alien can just snap away half of all life what control do I really have over my own life? Even the great Stephen Strange must feel his own limits too?” Cut to Strange with a perplexed and thoughtfully concerned look on his face. Wedding music plays. Everyone looks down the isle to see Christine Palmer in full gown. Stephen smiles. Cut to a conversation between Christine and Strange after the ceremony, where Christine once again thanks Stephen for coming. She looks down and grabs Stephen’s hand, turning it to look at his cracked watch. “You still have this old thing?” she asks. Stephen smiles, “It’s a reminder of what I’m protecting.” Suddenly, screams and car crashes can be heard in the distance. Cut to Strange and the rest of the wedding party rushing towards a nearby balcony. As Strange looks down onto the streets he sees vehicles being thrown around by a mysterious invisible force. Casting a spell, Strange reveals the force to be a massive demonic creature, bound in runes, which seems to be attacking a panicked America Chavez. Stephen, now in his traditional sorcerer's outfit, uses his magic to combat the creature and save America Chavez. Wong soon appears from a portal to assist Strange’s defense. Eventually, the two defeat the demon and focus on America as she attempts to flee. Strange casts his Cloak of Levitation to intercept America while he and Wong open a portal to close into her. “Do I know you?” Strange asks. “You don’t, but we’re good friends. My name is America Chavez” America responds. “Why was that monster attacking you?” questions Strange accusatorily. “I can explain back at the Sanctum, we’re safer there.” America answers. Strange and Wong look at each other perplexed.

From Westview to Witch: Cut to inside of the Sanctum Santorum where Strange and Wong order nearby masters to take America to a room until they can question her. America attempts to protest and insists that she’s here to warn him but she is cut off as she is ushered into another room. Strange and Wong both begin to question to each other. “Have you seen such a creature before?” Wong asks Strange. “No, but did you notice...” Strange begins as Wong interjects, “The runes.” “This is not sorcery then,” Wong suspects. “Witchcraft,” says Stephen. “Do you know of anybody who might be able to help?” Wong asks. “I do,” Strange responds. Cue WandaVision musical rift. Cut to Wanda Maximoff as she is tending to an orchard of blossoming apple trees. Wanda looks peaceful in her task until she stops and looks into the distance. “I know you’re here Mr. Strange,” Wanda speaks. “Doctor actually,” Stephen responds. “Then what do I owe for the visit of the great Doctor Strange?” Wanda jests inquisitively, “If you’re here about Westview I’m sorry. I was a bit lost, but I’ve set everything right now.” “Everything was put back in order, you’ve righted your wrongs. I’m not here about Westview,” Strange replies. Wanda, with an investigative look on her face, looks directly at Strange now. “I’ve run into a little bit of trouble and I could use an Avenger right about now,” says Stephen. “There are plenty of other Avengers that could help,” Wanda responds. “Not one as powerful a witch as you Wanda,” Stephen says. Wanda takes on a slightly defensive stance and once again focuses her attention on Strange. “We’ve had a bit of an incident which could use your expertise. Young girl was attacked by an invisible demon covered in dark runes, you know, the typical stuff.” Strange explains. “I’m sorry Stephen, but I’m done with the hero stuff. I think I deserve a little peace out here with my trees.” Wanda apologizes as she resumes to prune her trees. “For now we’re keeping the girl at Kamar-Taj but in the case of another attack we could really use your help.” Strange persists. “Like I said, I’m out. I’m sorry. I hope America stays safe though.” Wanda defends. Stephen turns to look at Wanda and stares. “You never mentioned her name, did you?” Wanda asks defeatedly. “No I didn’t,” Stephen firmly states. Wanda waves her hand and undoes the surrounding illusion, which reveals her Scarlet Witch outfit and an orchard of dying trees. “You sent the demon. What do you want from her?” Stephen questions. “That girl has more power than you could ever imagine Stephen. She has the ability to travel across the multiverse at will.” Wanda explains. “The multiverse? Wanda, the multiverse is a wildly dangerous force which we know frighteningly little about!” Stephen exclaims. “Somewhere out there, in a sea of infinite realities, is everything I’ve ever lost. My brother, my husband... my children.” Wanda trails off. “Wanda,” Strange interjects, “your brother and Vision are dead. And your children...” “Stop.” Wanda forcibly ejects. “Your children aren’t real,” Stephen persists. “They are! They were... Somewhere out there they still are. All of them.” Wanda explains, “Give me the girl. Let me use her power to find my family and you will never hear from me or see me again.” “Wanda, I can’t let you do that. Not only are talking about hurting an innocent person but you’re attempting to mess with powers that we know almost nothing about,” Stephen says. “And what about you?” Wanda questions, “What about when you let Thanos snap away half of all reality? When you let him kill Vision?” “That’s not fair. It was the only way.” Stephen attempts to defend. “Hmm.. it seems that when you break the rules, you become a hero. When I do it, I’m the enemy. That doesn’t seem fair.” Wanda responds. Stephen opens a portal to Kamar-Taj, “I’m going to stop you,” he warns. “You can certainly try, Doctor Strange.” Wanda responds. Stephen steps through the portal to Kamar-Taj leaving Wanda behind.

The Last Stand at Kamar-Taj: Upon returning to Kamar-Taj, Stephen tells Wong to grab the girl and to summon all of the Masters. Gathered within the center of Kamar-Taj, all of the Master Sorcerers, Strange, Wong, and America all gather to discuss the incoming threat. “We’ve got a big threat coming our way,” Strange begins. “The Scarlet Witch...” America interjects. “Who seems to know quite a bit about you.” Strange responds. “The Scarlet Witch?!” Wong interrupts, “Strange, the Scarlet Witch is an ancient prophesized force said to have been created by the first demon Chthon, meant to channel the powers of his magic. If Wanda Maximoff truly is the Scarlet Witch then we are all in far more danger that we expected.” Strange turns to America, “Tell us what you know,” he says. “I tried to tell you earlier but you wouldn’t listen. No matter which you you are, you’re always so stubborn!” America pushes back. “What do you mean, we’ve never met.” Strange responds. “Yes we have,” America pushes back “at least a dozen times. Wanda has been hunting me down across the multiverse. And you, or at least the other yous, have always tried to help me stop her...” America trails off, “But she always finds us. And you always die.” “My dreams...” Stephen utters to himself. “Yeah, dreams give you a glance into the lives of you from other realities. Those were all Stephen Stranges, all of whom died trying to protect me...” America explains. “What do you mean Wanda has been hunting you? Can she travel through the multiverse too?” Wong asks. “No,” America responds, “the Scarlet Witch is known as a nexus being. A being that is the same no matter what reality she is in. In every reality Wanda lost her family and in every reality she’s tried to hunt me to use my powers to find them. She’s been using a book called the Darkhold...” “The Darkhold! But that book was said to be a fable,” Wong interrupts. “It isn’t,” America explains, “and the Scarlet Witch is somehow using it to commune with herself from other realities. An infinite number of her all joined under a single mind.” “As Sorcerer Supreme,” Wong proclaims, “It is my sacred duty to protect all who seek refuge within the walls of Kamar-Taj. Masters, rally your students. Kamar-Taj is must now become of fortress.” Students and Masters alike all take arms and behind conjuring a series of enchantments to defend Kamar-Taj from Wanda Maximoff’s eventual assault. Soon, a massive looming dark cloud, made of red and black some, appears over Kamar-Taj casting it into a dark shadow. From the smoke, a silhouette revealed to be Wanda Maximoff appears. Doctor Strange flies up to meet her above the temple. Wanda offers Strange one final chance to turn over America Chavez. Strange refuses, “Wanda, the Darkhold has taken over you. It’s using you!” Wanda dismisses Strange and tells him it is his fault for what is to come. As a small army of sorcerers begin to cast their protection spells, the Scarlet Witch flies around Kamar-Taj attempting to look for an opening. She eventually locks her attention onto a young student who is trembling in fear. Cut to the visage of Wanda Maximoff appearing behind the student and whispering the word “run” into his ear. The student soon breaks his protection spell and flees in fear from Wanda, while knocking into other sorcerers along the way. Having found her opening, Wanda begins her assault on Kamar-Taj killing anybody she believes is in her way. After an unsuccessful defense from Wong, Strange, and their fellow sorcerers, Strange urges America to open a portal to another dimension. “I can’t, I don’t know how!” she responds. Strange then rears back his arm and thrusts his palm into America’s chest, as if to summon her astral form. In doing so, a large star shaped portal opens behind America. Just as Wanda is about to capture Strange, in yet another reality, Wong jumps in and saves Strange and America both. With what little time they have, Strange grabs America and jumps into the portal. Soon, the two are thrust through a variety of realities of varying styles until finally landing into a new reality all together.

Another Reality: As Strange and America recover from their teleportation, they both look around to see a version of New York City that, while familiar, is clearly altered. Strange urges that the two must find their way to the Sanctum Santorum so that they can make a plan. Upon arriving to the Sanctum, the two are faced with a memorial statue to Doctor Strange who, according to the statue’s plaque, died in the fight against Thanos. The doors to the Sanctum then open, where Karl Mordo emerges. Mordo, seriously then warmly, embraces Stephen and tells him “It’s about time.” Mordo explains that before his Stephen’s passing, he expected that another version of himself and a young girl would appear in search of help. Mordo insists, however, that they may not find help in the Sanctum but somewhere else. Mordo then opens a portal and ushers Strange and America through. Cut to a large sprawling temple, fitted with futuristing looking technologies and filled with a variety of humans, non-human creatures, and Ultron drones. Mordo summons a nearby doctor and two Ultron drones to escort America to the medical station where she may checked out by doctors. After a brief protest by America, Stephen reassures her that it’s okay. As America is ushered away, Mordo leads him into a large chamber where he introduces Stephen to the Illuminati which is comprised of: Black Bolt, Namor, Riri Williams, Reed Richards, and Charles Xavier. The members of the Illuminati begin to explain to Stephen the truth of what happened to their reality’s Doctor Strange. They explain that their Wanda Maximoff began hunting Stephen in search of a girl, but when their Strange revealed he had no knowledge of the supposed girl Wanda began to attack. The Illuminati further explains that their Stephen stole the Darkhold from Wanda and used its powers to defeat and kill her. But Stephen had taken it too far and the Darkhold’s influence had eventually gotten to him. Deciding that their Stephen was capable of causing too much damage, the Illuminati killed Strange and fabricated a lie so that the people could still have their hero. Our Doctor Strange begins to persist that the Illuminati must do something about “his” Wanda who is on her way. The Illuminati downplays Strange’s concerns stating that their Wanda was already dead but that the greatest danger to their reality, or any reality, was actually Strange himself. Suddenly an explosive sound is heard from outside of the chamber; the members of the Illuminati, excluding Charles Xavier, rush to stop the threat. Before them stands the zombified corpse of Wanda Maximoff demanding that they turn over America Chavez. Swiftly and horrifically, Wanda dispatches and kills each of the members of the Illuminati as she makes her way to the chamber. Charles Xavier urges Strange to go save America Chavez and to find a way to stop her in all realities. As Strange makes his exit, Wanda enters. Xavier attempts to psychically control Wanda for as long as he can until she eventually overpowers Xavier and kills him. Cut to Strange who swiftly dispatches the surrounding Ultron drone guards and rescues America from captivity. Strange turns to America and pleads, “Maximoff is on her way. Surely there is some way we can stop her, but not just in this reality or mine but in all of them.” “One of the othe yous mentioned a book of light that could counter the Darkhold,” America answers. “The Book of Vishantii...” Stephen exclaims, “but that is supposed to be a myth.” “That’s what you said about the Darkhold.” says America. Cut to the original reality where Wanda has Wong captured. After struggling to maintain her control within the other dimension, stating that existing as a corpse has its limitations, she tortures Wong. The Scarlet Witch laments that there must be somewhere where she can extend her control. “And surely the Sorcerer Supreme must know where...” she jests at Wong while still torturing him. Wong eventually gives into the pain, “Wundagor Mountain... The tomb of Chthon... Where the Darkhold was transcribed.” Wong reveals that Wundagor Mountain is the source of the Darkhold’s origin and that that is where the demon’s power was greatest. Wanda opens a portal and transports herself and Wong to Wundagor Mountain. Looking around Chthon’s tomb, Wanda notices a series of dark runes and spells carved within the walls. But her attention is suddenly turned towards a figure with a striking resemblance to herself. Wanda realizes what the true purpose of the tomb is, “This isn’t a tomb... it’s a temple.”

A Sorcerer and a Witch: Cut back to Strange and America in the other reality. America attempts to explain that the “other Strange” believed that the Book of Vishantii was an antithesis to counteract Chthon’s dark magic and the prophecy of the Scarlet Witch. Strange theorizes that the Book of Vishantii does not exist in every reality but instead is hidden inside one reality destined to be used by a sorcerer to counteract the Scarlet Witch’s reach within the multiverse. Strange urges America to open a portal, but America protests claiming, once again, that she cannot control her abilities. America explains that her powers first activated when she was a child; she had slipped off a cliff while playing and opened a portal out of fear never to see her family again. Eventually, she explains, she ended up on the doorstep of a version of Doctor Strange who gave her a home until the first Scarlet Witch attempted to steal her power. Suddenly the possessed corpse of Wanda Maximoff bursts into the room demanding that Strange hand over America. Strange urges America once more, “Kid, you can do this! I’ve seen you punch your way through the multiverse like it was nothing! You’ve escaped the power of the Darkhold over and over again! Feel its magic, the dark and horrible nightmares it creates and find the one place in all of reality that feels like hope!” America closes her eyes and yells as she punches into the air, summoning a massive star-shaped portal. Strange and America jump through, leaving the zombified witch behind. The two find themselves at a temple that is vaguely reminiscent of Wundagor Mountain but instead of dark runes there are wards of protection and instead of a statue of the Scarlet Witch there is a statue of a large bearded sorcerer in its place. Stephen takes his place on the alter in the middle of the temple and begins to incant the spells etched into the walls. Before him, the Book of Vishantii appears glowing a soft white light. As Stephen opens the book, his eyes glow and turn white. Camera cut to a split shot of Wanda and Strange within their mirroring realities, each equipped with their ancient tomes of magic, facing each other. Wanda calls out to Strange with a twisted, deepened, and demonic voice, “You must be Vishantii’s avatar... Stephen Strange. We have killed many of you already.” “What are you and what have you done to Wanda?!” Strange pleads. “The Scarlet Witch has long been my avatar. Over the last billion years I have whispered into the ears of young witches who would all become my champion. But this vessel, motivated by grief, by pain, by loss has been more open to receive my powers than any before her. And her reach does not end in this reality alone for she is a nexus of all being. Through her, my influence may reach into all of reality.” the possessed Wanda explains. “Not as long as there is a Doctor Stephen Strange to stand in your way! I have faced dark lords and mad titans! I have seen through my own demise to devise a plan to bring half of all existence back into the world! I was once the Sorcerer Supreme, the greatest of all sorcerers! I will stop you!” Strange refutes, “America, now!” America Chavez then opens a portal between the possessed Wanda and Doctor Strange who commence an epic battle. The two unleash a litany of powerful magics in each other's direction. As Chthon/Wanda begins to overwhelm Strange, America Chavez yells towards them, “Hey! All this was for your family right?! If that’s what you want, then here they are! Take what you want!” America then opens another portal into the living room of a simple suburban home where a young Billy and Tommy scream in horror of the demonic witch in front of them. Wanda, briefly, takes control of her body once more and confronts her children who plead for their lives. “I’m not a monster! I would never hurt...” she trails off, “I’m so sorry...” As the portal begins to close, Wanda turns towards Strange and America and begs for forgiveness. “I can make this right! I can do better...” “Wanda, let me help you! With the Book of Vishantii I can...” Strange attempts to plea. “No! There are an infinite of me but only one of you Doctor Stephen Strange. Every version of myself made the same mistakes, so it is our burden bare.” Wanda defends. Wanda, struggling for control of her body, reaches towards the Darkhold. Grabbing the ancient tome, Wanda screams as she sets the book ablaze. Cut to Wanda, split amongst infinite realties, all screaming in pain as Wanda struggles to whisper one final sentence, “No more magic...” before both her and the Darkhold disappear in a red mist. Cut to Stephen in shock as he looks at his hands which begin to tremble.

Finale: Cut to Kamar-Taj where Doctor Strange is seen meeting with Wong and the other Masters. There is a solemn atmosphere in the air. Wong breaks the straining silence in the air, “Whatever she did, we will figure out a wa...” “No,” Strange interrupts, “there is no coming back from this. We lost. There is nothing left.” Strange clasps his shaking hands. From the corner of the room, America Chavez approaches and places her hands on Stephen’s, “Maybe not in this dimension. Luckily, we’ve got a few others to choose from.” America raises up one of her hands and closes it into a fist. Cut to mid-credits.

Post Credit 1: Cut to a simple shot in central park as people run/bike/play. Camera pans to a specific point within the park and zooms in as the background fades out of focus. A purple crack begins to form in the space seen. Cut to final credits.

Post Credit 2: Cut to Edwards Air Base S.W.O.R.D. facility. Cut to the shoulder of a person wearing a lab-coat walking through the facility as they mention a launch schedule. A woman, most likely an assistant, approaches the man, “Dr. Richards, your wife is on the phone for you.”

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