#dr strange fanfiction

[lokidokieokie]

Change is Never Easy

Summary: The two of you called it quits a month or so ago...and then Y/n faints during a shift. Change is never easy.

Pairing: Surgeon!Strange x Fem!Nurse!Reader

Warning(s): ex-lovers, exes to lovers(?), fainting, unexpected pregnancy

The atmosphere at General-Metro had quickly become thick with tensions ever since the breakup. Dr Stephen Strange and Nurse Y/n L/n had officially called it quits a few weeks ago, and the lingering awkwardness between them was impossible to ignore.

Navigating the hallways was like tiptoeing through an emotional minefield.

Y/n, nursing her wounded heart, did her best to keep up appearances during her shifts. She tried to focus on her tasks and avoid any unnecessary encounters with Stephen.

The air of the hospital was constantly charged with unspoken words and unresolved emotions; and the slightest interaction left both of the medical professionals on edge.

On one fateful day, while Y/n was basking in her lunch-break, the build up of the emotional strain proved too much. In the break-room, surrounded by the hum of vending machines and the distant chatter of her coworkers, Y/n collapsed.

Panicked voices echoed through the room as her coworkers rushed to her aid.

---

The current events of Stephen Strange's ex did not reach him until later on in the day, courtesy of one Christine Palmer, who had intercepted him in the bustling hallway.

"Stephen, have you gone to check on Ella? Something happened to her during her shift, and I haven't had to opportunity to see her yet," Christine whispered urgently, concern etched into her voice.

Stephen's brow furrowed in confusion. "What? No, I haven't. Is she alright?"

Christine briefly briefed him on the situation before she got paged to another emergency, prompting Stephen to abandon his current path and seek out Y/n.

When he found her, lying down in a quiet corner of the hospital, seemingly alright, the relief on his face was undeniable.

Slowly walking over to her, he brushed a stray hair out of her face. "What happened to you?" Concern prominent in his voice as he dragged a chair over.

With a flutter of her eyes and a shaky smile, Y/n greeted him. "Hey, Stephen. I don't really know what happened. I just felt incredibly dizzy, and then everything went black for a moment. I'm probably just dehydrated, I'm sure everything is fine."

Stephen raised his eyebrows, and his professional instincts kicked in. "People don't just faint for no reason, Y/n. I'm going to order a few tests to make sure."

Before calling in others, Stephen quickly did an examination, asking her about her symptoms and taking note of her vitals.

As Stephen focused on the exam, Y/n couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia. Their interactions were once filled with warmth and familiarity. Now, they were tainted by the awkwardness that hung in the air like a heavy cloud.

She was broken from her thoughts by Stephen's sigh of relief. "Physically, you seem find. I'm still getting other tests done to be thorough."

Y/n nodded, appreciating the concern emanating from her ex-lover. "Thanks, Stephen. I appreciate it."

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It was probably about fourty-five minutes later when Stephen was given Y/n's test results. His eyes scanned the report, his expression changing from professional concern to surprise. Y/n, being curious and anxious about what he had seen, couldn't help up speak up.

"Stephen, what is it? What's on the report? Am I okay?" she pressed, her eyes searching his chiseled face for answers.

Taking a moment to compose himself, Stephen finally spoke, his voice a mix of disbelief and realisation. "Y/n, you're...pregnant."

Time seemed to still as the revelation hung in the air. Y/n's eyes widened, mirroring Stephen's astonishment. The awkwardness of their recent breakup was momentarily forgotten as they processed this unexpected twist of fate.

"Pregnant?" Y/n repeated, the word feeling foreign on her lips. "But we were careful?"

Stephen's mind raced, still processing the news. "Well, it seems we have to blame the twisted mind of the universe for this."

~~~

A/N So...I'm back from the dead 🙃 Sorry for another hiatus, Uni sucks, but I'm on break now :) Hopefully I can write more...but I'm me sooooo, please don't get your hopes up. BUT, there will be a part two of this that I have already pre-written so...

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[gemstone-roses]

Dr Stephen strange x fem reader

This is my christmas gift to you all. 🫣

Other Christmas party requests will be posted by Sunday!

Summary: being an assistant to a very handsome doctor certainly has some benefits.

Warnings: smut, 18 plus only, praise kink, a bit of medical play/slight med kink (as a treat) ,medfet undertones, P in V , penetration, lots of soft words and use of good girl you know the drill. Mentions of anxiety, fingering, don’t read if this makes you uncomfortable. Mentions of being unable to orgasm, minors be fucking gone from here.

A:N- wasn’t gonna post this but then I thought… fuck it, so please be kind 🥹❤️. Likes comments and reblogs much appreciated thankyou❤️

Going to go hide now. Happy holidays.

You slide the files in your hand across the paper scattered desk. Holding your breath as you attempt to hurry out of the room. There’s no one in there now, but the white lights of the room and the too clean smell make anxiety pool in the bottom of your stomach.

Flustered, you walk right into a wall of rigid human.

“Your always in such a hurry to get out of here” a deep voice chuckles

“Oh god, sorry” you mutter, wincing, trying to regain some semblance of composure.

“Hey, I’m just joking darling, although one does wonder if one has done something wrong to have you running out of here so often” he reaches out to cup your chin, long fingers wrapping around your jawline and you think you just might pass out, thoughts immediately jumping to where else he could put his long fingers. His brow furrows as he takes in your state.

“Are you feeling alright?” He questions in concern, fingers dipping to your neck, feeling your pulse, he presses slightly and your heart jumps in your chest.

“Hm” he says, reaching for the stethoscope round his neck.

Your eyes widen and you panic slightly “no! I don’t like doctors okay, well I like you of course that’s not- I mean going to the doctors and the rooms always freak me out and it smells horrid and I don’t like it” you breathe, closing your eyes as the realisation of what you just said hits you like a train.

Stephen’s eyebrows raise in surprise, his hand is still resting on your jaw, he runs his thumb across your jawline.

“Sorry” you wince, finally looking at him.

“Don’t apologise, lots of people are afraid of the doctor ” he smiles and you roll your eyes.

“I am not afraid” you attempt to convince him but the massive teasing smirk on his face says otherwise.

“Your cute when your mad” he teases and you huff, this man was going to be the death of you.

“Stop teasing me” you whine, and he just chuckles again.

“Oh,beautiful, this isn’t how I tease” his voice is lower now, and warmth spreads through your stomach at his words.

You swallow, his eyes flick to your lips and then back to you. A silent question.

“Please” you whisper, barely audible.

But he heard, his hand comes to grip the back of your neck and he pulls you into him, lips crashing together as you moan into the kiss, Stephen’s other hand moves to your hip, gripping tightly, he deepens the kiss as he strokes the back of your neck.

It leaves you breathless, lips swollen and wetness pooling between your legs.

You whine when he breaks the kiss, his hands still on you.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time” he says, an ever so slight shyness creeping into his voice.

“I’ve wanted you to do that for a long time” you reply, taking a deep breath as he strokes your neck, fingers pressing slightly where it meets your collar bone.

“Have you now” his tone sends shivers down your spine.

He definitely feels your pulse speed up, he smirks, an idea forming in his mind.

“Tell me” he whispers, leaning into your neck, placing open mouthed kisses in between his words, you moan quietly as his actions send goosebumps across your skin.

“Stephen” you whine.

“What else have you wanted me to do?” His words go straight to your core, his hand dips under your shirt, lightly rubbing the skin on your hip.

“You thought about my fingers? How they’d feel inside you? How id make you come all over them before I have you screaming and coming all over my cock?” Your pussy throbs, all you can do is whine, needy, desperate for him to touch you properly.

“Please, touch me Stephen, I need you” you whisper.

He smiles, “lie down on the bed for me honey”.

You back up until you hit the bottom of the bed. Your mind races as he follows, trapping you against the bed.

“Do you want to stop?” He asks softly.

You shake your head hard,

“No, but, it takes me a while to er.. finish, sometimes, all of the time, so” you shrug, it’s put people off before, they’ve given up and you’ve been left horny and heartbroken before.

Stephen’s face falls.

“So no one’s ever?”

“Nope” you say, popping the p.

He wraps his arms around your waist, his cologne invading your senses.

“Well, how about we change that, I’ll stay here all night if that’s what it takes my love”. Your eyes widen, no one has ever bothered to be as nice as the man in front of you now. It just makes you drip even more.

He dips his head to your ear

“Now, be a good girl and hop up on the bed for me”. He whispers, nipping on your earlobe.

You do as he says, his eyes never leave you as you attempt to do it with some form of sensualness. He smiles at you when you’re done.

“Do you trust me” he asks, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your pants, he removes them slowly, watching every minute expression on your face.

“I do” you say wholeheartedly.

Stephen places his hands on the bottom of your legs, he pulls gently, signalling for you to shuffle down. He smirks at the wet patch in the middle of your panties. He runs a finger down the middle, you let out a breathy moan.

“Now this, is teasing” he chuckles before bending down and pushing your legs apart placing a kiss to your clothed pussy.

He hooks his fingers through your underwear, pulling them down as he grips your legs and gently places them in the stirrups.

You frown slightly, confused. He seems to sense it.

“Just say the word and I’ll stop honey” he soothes rubbing the inside of your leg.

“Okay” you agree.

“Such a pretty pussy” he sighs, inching his hand closer to where you desperately need him.

“Stephen” you plead.

“Okay, okay, so impatient” he tuts as he starts rubbing slow circles on your clit, coaxing it out from the hood. He watches as your face contorts with pleasure.

“Mm, so wet too” he comments as He pushes a finger into you, groaning as your pussy clenches around his finger.

“Fuck Stephen” you choke out as he curls his finger and your back arches off the bed. He keeps rubbing circles on your clit, pumping his finger in and out of you slowly.

“That’s it, let me hear you honey” he says, applying pressure to your clit. Your head spins with pleasure, and Stephen keeps going, alternating between rubbing and pressing on your now puffy clit and curling his finger inside you. Your orgasm builds slowly.

“Doing so well for me” Stephen comments, his other hand moves up to rest on your stomach.

You let out a strangled moan as he pushes slightly, he smiles, lips parted as his cock strains in his pants at your reaction, he does it again as his fingers curl inside you. Pleasure clouds your vision, it’s unexpected, and then all at once you feel everything,

“Oh god, m gonna-

“I know, let go for me, that’s it, good girl” he whispers as you clench around him one more time and gush around his digits.

“Oh that was incredible” he smiles down at you.

“More” you mutter, recovering from your mind blowing orgasm.

Stephen unfastens his belt, his hard cock almost painful now. He moans as his fingers brush against it as he removes his boxers.

You push up from the bed, eyes wide in almost awe as you stare at his thick cock. Tip bright red, precum leaking from it. Your mouth drops open slightly and Stephen pushes his fingers in your mouth, groaning as you wrap your lips around them and suck.

“Oh fuck” he whispers, his other hand palming his cock.

He removes his fingers from your mouth, swipes his thumb across your bottom lip and reaches to grab a condom from the cart next to the bed.

“You doing okay” he checks as he rolls it down, and you nod, smiling at him.

“Good, now, lie down honey, I got you”. His voice is deeper, it cracks as he speaks.

He taps his cock a few times on your pussy before lining up with your entrance.

“Take a deep breath for me honey, that’s it” he smiles and to u think you could come from his words alone.

He pushes his cock inside as you do, walls moulding around him.

“My god you feel divine wrapped around my cock like this”.

You whine, he pushes on your stomach once more as he begins thrusting.

“Ohh-

Your breath catches in your throat, his cock filling you so good.

“Breathe” he says, “your doing so well for me honey, your okay”. He groans as his cock throbs with every thrust. You close your eyes as you get lost in the pleasure, you don’t think you’ve ever felt this good.

“Look at me honey”, you open your eyes to find him gazing lovingly at you.

“Tell me how it feels” he groans.

You shudder as he pushes deeper, hand moving to your over sensitive clit.

“Ah- Stephen, y-you feel so good” you choke out, your pussy clenches hard around his cock.

“Yeah? You gonna come for me again? Give me another honey, drench my cock like you did my fingers” his thrusts become faster as you throb around him.

“M fuck, please, I’m so close” you cry out.

“Come for me, let go honey, I’ve got you, come with me” he pants as he snaps his hips, hard and you scream his name, tears rolling down your face, his cock throbs inside you as he comes as you do.

Stephen slows his thrusts as he helps ride out your high, whispering praise to you as you come down.

He’s already got the things required to clean you up set out, bottle of water ready for you, hot towel and cloth.

“That was amazing, you are amazing, did so good honey” he says, placing a gentle kiss to your lips. You curl into him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Dinner?” He asks.

“Dinner” you agree, smiling softly.

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[bakerstreethound]

🎻Send me a song 🎻 I’ll analyze it and tell you what fictional it reminds me of and the scenario that comes to my mind.

Taylor Swift's Wildest Dreams. It's actually a song that goes with one of my WIPs, and an OFC who is very dear to me.😁

First off, I apologize in advance for the delay as this is six months behind and there are still a few of these celebration ones I've not yet done or had the inspiration to complete. Regardless, I thank you for the request and your constant support @sobeautifullyobsessed and I hope you enjoy!

Bittersweet Wild Dreams

Stephen Strange was never yours until one night and you ensure to make it's one you both won't forget. There are hints and allusions to smut involved, please be aware, along with some angst. Graphic by @firefly-graphics

He said, "Let's get out of this town, drive out of the city, away from the crowds" I thought Heaven can't help me now, nothing lasts forever. But this is gonna take me down. He's so tall and handsome as hell, he's so bad, but he does it so well. I can see the end as it begins. My one condition is

Alright so from the start you know you’re doomed the moment you lay eyes on Stephen, your mentor for many years but now you see him in a different light, you want to mean more to him, however, most days he passes by you without a glance, self-importance and the ego of his work taking precedence.

You know he wouldn’t pass you a second glance always going after Christine not giving you a chance. Well, that was before he did start watching you from afar, knowing Christine had enough of him and his ego. You, however, didn’t mind for the moment, for you have a plan, and will make a moment to bask in for eternity. 

Say you'll remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe. Red lips and rosy cheeks, say you'll see me again, even if it's just in your wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha, wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha

You never agreed with the concept of one-night stands, but given the opportunity, the invitation that mysteriously showed up in your mail the night before, you couldn’t help it. Even if you wanted this to be more between you and Stephen, you know well that you must keep your heart from him and embrace one night. It would be your first, last, and only time you could be with him in this reality and lifetime.

You realized you had made your peace with this months ago, letting the ache fester into nothing more but yearning. You would make this one night one to remember and dazzle your coworkers and Stephen alike with your custom dress, sparing no expense for your party. 

I said, "No one has to know what we do." His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room, and his voice is a familiar sound, nothing lasts forever. But this is getting good now. He's so tall and handsome as hell, he's so bad, but he does it so well. And when we've had our very last kiss, my last request is

Therein after your outlandish entrance to the party, watching Stephen's eyes in the corner darkening, you find yourself pressed flush against his chest, his hands wandering over your body, gently caressing you. You don’t care about the thumping bass downstairs or that your party is in full swing.

No one was missing the host at the moment, Christine assured you profusely before you snuck off feining a headache. Thankfully your headache arrived just in time, his voice rumbling low in your ear, setting your body aflame. 

Say you'll remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe. Red lips and rosy cheeks, say you'll see me again, even if it's just in your wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha (ha-ah, ha) Wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha

“This dress is lovely on you,” he whispered and his hand brushing along your body sets him alight along with you and then he kissed you softly, the heat rising from your body encouraging him more.

He smirked, ensuring to check the door once more before he came back to you, pulling you into his embrace, kisses peppering along your neck and before long bite marks follow and you groan, wanting to sear this moment into your memory. You don’t have to imagine anymore and it’s all you wanted and more. 

You'll see me in hindsight, tangled up with you all night, burning it down. Someday when you leave me, I bet these memories follow you around. You'll see me in hindsight, tangled up with you all night burning it down. Someday when you leave me I bet these memories follow you around.

The sound of the party continued, but all Stephen focused on was you and the delicious noises he pulled from your lips. Something akin to guilt filled him as he watched you writhe under him, but he kissed you still, regret filling his being, but he too resigned himself to his fate, for all he will have of you is the small fraction of a moment where you were both one, the memory of you in that dress persistent in his dreams, melancholy and sweetness pulling him away from reality.

A reality where you were never his. 

******

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[multific]

Another Reality

Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: America found a rather interesting multiverse. One, which Steven never would have believed existed if he didn't see it with his own two eyes.

"So, you are from the multiverse." The Stephen standing in front of them looked, a little younger somehow and tired, very tired.

Wong eyed the man before turning to America.

"Where did you bring us this time?"

"I don't know. I still don't have full control over my power." argued the girl, but Stephen was looking at his other version.

"So, what is your life like? Did you marry Christine?"

"Christine?" laughed the other Strange. "No, she married someone, has two children know. I found someone else."

"Wait, you are married?" asked Wong.

"Yes." he showed his ring. "After Christine got married, I realized, while yes I do love her, I cannot be alone forever, so, I found someone else, or rather she found be but, none the less, I am married, happily at that."

Stephen couldn't wrap his head around this. How could he find someone? No one compared to Christine in his mind.

"Sweetheart, that's my ear, please." all turned to the voice, seeing a young woman walk into the room with a baby grabbing onto her earring.

The baby girl was obviously very interested in her mother's silver earring as it did not want to let go even when her hands were pulled away.

"Is she troubling you?" asked your husband.

"Not really, she should be sleeping but-" and then you noticed the people in the room. "What did you do?" you turned to your husband with a little angry expression.

"Why do you think I did something?" asked the man, offended. You gave him a look but then he nodded. "Right, okay, but this time, I swear it wasn't me."

"Hi. Are you the wife?" asked America as she walked over to you. "Cute baby." you gave her a smile.

"I like your pin." you said noticing the pin of her jacket. "Would you like to hold her? She likes to grab things so be warned."

America got the baby and smiled as the kid laughed and toucher her cheek.

"I like her." she turned to her Stephen and Wong as she held the little girl.

"Darling?" turned your husband to you.

"Hm?"

"We need to help them get home, do you have the spellbook?"

"Did you check my room?"

"I rather not go into your room, Dear. I feel like I enter Satan's lair every time I do."

"I don't sacrifice stuff, Stephen. You are saying that because of the candles and the dark walls, but I'm nothing but an ordinary witch, you know that."

Stephen rolled his eyes before he turned to his other self and Wong.

"She says that but she killed Thanos' entire army with a snap of her finger.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes as you turned to your guests.

"Would you like something to eat? I made some lasagna yesterday."

"YES!" America turned and yelled so loud, your baby got scared and started to cry. America panicked and tried to hand you back the kid, but your husband was faster. You walked to the kitchen to get the food ready.

He held his daughter and lulled her back to sleep.

Stephen and Wong watched the scene, as this small delicate little thing calmed down and started to play with her father's necklace. They watched as he placed a kiss on top of her head.

"Eat with us, then I will make her get the book from that room."

"I heard that." you yelled from the kitchen.

Throughout the entire day, America, Wong and Stephen just watched the couple. You and your Stephen got along very well, even if you did bicker from time to time, they could tell, the love was real. And the best proof of that was the little girl in your arms. The baby was the reason you two were so sleepy, you told them many stories, you told them the story of how you gave birth.

"He freak out! He started running up and down, opening portal to every possible dimension other than the hospital." you laughed.

"I did not freak out!"

"Oh, he did. I laughed so hard, but then I also felt the pain. Eventually, I got to the hospital and was able to finally give birth. He was there all along, holding my hand, making sure we were both okay. And then we could finally hold her."

"Most precious thing in my life." your husband nodded.

The three smiled at the couple and Stephen knew, he might need to rethink his life choices.

Finally America would be able o open the portal, so they could go home.

Your husband stepped over to Stephen before they left and said. "Find her."

And soon, Stephen was standing in his Sanctum once again.

His Sanctum, quiet, no laugher or bickering, no baby or wife. Just him. He couldn’t stop thinking about you and the child, about how that could be his reality.

Wong headed back to Kamar-Taj with America, not making a single comment. He trusted his friend enough to know what they just saw will be important to him.

And so, Stephen headed out into the world, trying to find the ordinary witch who will give a new purpose to his life.

Part 2

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[getlostsquidward]

messed up kind of love

pairing: sinister strange x reader; doctor strange x reader

summary: whenever stephen comes back from his dream walking with that faraway aggravated look in his eyes that indicates he had once again failed, your heart breaks a little each time.

warnings: 18+, smut, implied corrupted!reader, memory manipulation, hurt/comfort, light angst, p in v sex, breeding k!nk, creampie

Whenever Stephen comes back from his dream walking with that faraway aggravated look in his eyes that indicates he had once again failed, your heart breaks a little each time.

You’d offer to take him to another universe to search for Christine, but it only resulted in meeting more of him which infuriated him even more. He may not say it out loud but you know he hates you for opening that reality to him, the reality that maybe there was a variant of him that got what he wanted for himself–and so it resulted in him taking revenge in every single one.

Your heart breaks for him, partly for all the universes that had lost their Stephen—but mostly for you.

You may as well be living in one of them, seeing that he's almost always away. His body may be here, but his mind and his spirit were always chasing something that was already gone.

In a sense, you're no different from him. Chasing someone that's hellbent on chasing another. But you've had enough, and eventually, the tiny cracks form one huge rupture.

You weren't seen—you're quite literally the only and last person he has in this universe and yet...and yet he couldn't see you. He is still so absorbed in his conquest to get Christine back that he overlooks the person standing with him side-by-side all this time.

He couldn't see you, blinded by his love obsession, or he just…chooses not to see you. Either way, you're tired of wasting your breath for the man who wouldn't waste one look at you.

You love him, and you will always love Stephen, but you won't waste your time waiting for your universe to completely collapse unhappy. If he gets to wander around the multiverse to search for his happiness, then it's time for you to find yours, too.

He's gone off dream walking again – and you take this opportunity to do it as well. Before you cast the spell, you walked towards his levitating figure and carved his features into your memory one last time. You caressed his sharp cheekbones and pressed a kiss on the corner of his lips. “Goodbye, Stephen.”

Multiple red orbs float in the air, different universes right in your palm. It didn’t take you too long to choose what universe to march into. There was only one of you in the whole multiverse, so it would not be hard to present yourself as a person already existing in that universe.

It was a foolproof plan, and there’s nothing that can stop you.

//

Stephen goes back to his body, sighing as he fails once again, but at least there's one less of him in the multiverse.

As he was about to close the Darkhold, he felt something was off. He stayed still for a minute, trying to sense if there was an intruder, but he couldn't feel a presence.

Not even yours.

Bringing the book with him, he searched the Sanctum, even the deserted streets…but you were nowhere to be found.

If you're not here, then where have you possibly gone?

Frantically, Stephen used the Book of the Damned to search for you. It may have been days or weeks, even months, and he's growing worried every second that passes. He was not used to your absence, it makes him feel incomplete. 

So when he finally found you, only to see you cozying up with another one of him, has him feeling betrayed.

But there was something different as he watched you. Different in him, and you. The look on your face is much brighter, the way you seem happier than you have been the entire time that you were with him. 

It made Stephen think back to the way he's taken you for granted. He can't blame you for leaving—but he wants you back. He wants you to look at him the way you look at the Doctor, he wants you to want only him and nobody else.

So he pins the blame on his unsuspecting variant, possessing his body in return with hopes to coax you to come back home.

If worse comes to worst, then he will have to do what he does best to his variants—eliminate them.

//

Pretending to be curious about magic, then slowly making your way up to becoming a sorcerer, and ultimately, being one of the Masters of Mystic Arts was an easy feat considering that you were already one, aside from the fact that you were mentored by the former Sorcerer Supreme himself in your own universe.

The words about the new gifted sorceress have easily reached Doctor Strange's attention, so you were delighted when he accepted the proposition to be your mentor. The two of you quickly formed a bond beyond the mentor/mentee relationship. He had once remarked about how you had come to know him so well despite knowing each other for a short amount of time.

Hearing that made your heart skip a beat, memories with the darker Stephen flashing in your mind. You can't help but remember him with every little thing the Doctor does. 

They're almost the same, after all.

The more you feel pleased with your plan going smoothly, the more it feels…wrong. Stephen's bright cerulean irises should be greyish and dull and dark. His neatly trimmed goatee should be grown, scruffy, and unkempt.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“You,” with a straight face, you responded. Stephen doesn't seem fazed by your answer as he stands beside you, overlooking the ever-busy streets of New York from the rooftop of the Sanctum, the bright lights of the moving cars and surrounding buildings illuminating the area.

“Don't tell me you've fallen in love with me, Y/N,” his sarcastic remark came along with a sly grin you hate and love at the same time.

“Silly. I've always been in love with you.”

His eyes averted yours, going back to people watching as he stayed silent. You did the same. “This universe is truly beautiful, isn't it? It was probably the same as ours, but I've forgotten how it used to look.” In your peripheral vision, you see Stephen turning to you, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“You don't have to pretend anymore. I know it's you, my Stephen. I know it was you all along.”

He didn't seem surprised, instead looking proudly at you. You're not sure if it was due to the night sky, but his eyes are much darker than you've ever seen them.

Now, this…this feels right.

“My darling, you know me so well…” he takes your hand in his, bringing them to his lips. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have treated you less than what you deserve. If you wish to stay here, I will gladly take over this body.”

“I would like to stay here very much,” you say truthfully. But you also know what would happen if he stayed dream walking for too long, and you don't want that. “But let this universe be, Stephen. I want to be with you in our universe, with only the two of us.”

He tilted your chin up, his thumb ghosting over your lower lip. Stephen swore to do anything you want, so as to make up for all the times he failed to look after you. He brought his lips to yours, little jealousy rearing its head as he realized that he might be the one kissing you, but it was not his body. He pulls away, smirking at the dazed look in your eyes, your parted and swollen lips tugging on a smile making him feel complete. You're his—your smile, your lips, and everything. It always has been, but he was too preoccupied to notice. Now, he's prepared to give you the whole multiverse.

A star-shaped portal opens, the familiar grey skies calling you from the other side. Standing on your tippy toes, you press a kiss on his head. He nodded, understanding that it was meant for this universe's Stephen. You might have spent a little time with him before Stephen took over, but it was enough to know that he's a good man. Your entire existence in this universe will cause a disorder, so before as soon as Stephen lets go of his body, you uttered a quick memory erasing incantation, hopeful that his life restarts to the day before he met you.

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The cool breeze in the Sanctum made your skin crawl with excitement. You're back home.

You let your fingertips skim the piano keys, remembering how he played for you. Stephen wraps his arm around your waist, his face nuzzling your neck. You made room for his kisses as his hands undo your robes.

There's no such thing as too soon letting your carnal desires consume you. He wants you, and you want him. Now.

He peppers kisses across your shoulder, his large calloused hands wandering on your skin. Impatient as he is, he removed his robes with a flick of a finger, wanting to feel your skin against his. 

You grind your ass against his hips, feeling his cock grow harder with every movement. Stephen bends you over the piano, settling himself between your legs. He teases your entrance with the tip of his cock, letting your slick coat him.

Groans of pleasure echoed in the room as your hips met. Stephen began a slow pace of thrusting into you, your head throwing back with how good you feel with him filling your cunt up.

“Gonna fill you up, darling. Gonna put a baby in you.” His thrusts went faster as he got closer to release. Stephen pulled you impossibly closer to him, his hands pressing on your bulge forming on your belly. “Do you feel that, princess?”

Strings of moans escape your lips as you feel your walls tightening around him, your pent-up desire finally spilling over the edge. Stephen follows soon after, not able to last much longer with how your pussy milks his cock.

He pulls back a bit, eyes drawn to the way his cum drips down your inner thigh. He uses his cock to scoop them, slamming his length back to your aching cunt.

All you can do is whimper as he makes you his over and over again, pumping you full of his cum. “You're mine, darling. No other version of me can fuck you like I do. Remember that.”

You couldn't care less about the way he got rougher while reminding you who you belong to. You couldn't care less about his possessiveness and his stark difference from the other Stephen you met—you prefer your man sinister anyway.

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[vi-trying-to-survive]

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

Stephen Strange x f!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[siredlust]

All Too Well

DOCTOR STRANGE FAN FICTION

GIF not mine

pairings : Stephen Strange x F!Reader

warnings / tags : ANGST, sad ending, bad writing, not proof-read

english is not the author’s first language – please excuse / point out if there are any grammatical mistakes.

➳ summary : After a year of being away and Y/N moving on from Stephen, they both stumbled upon each other.

Author’s Note : this has been in my drafts for MONTHS but i had to go hiatus because of school :,) but, i’m back now! a lot of people have been asking for part 2 so here it is! i hope you lot like this fic :) so sorry if it’s short and badly written, my writing’s getting sloppy

— I do not give permission for my work to be copied, uploaded, or distributed by anyone other than myself.

↳ MASTERLIST — PART ONE ༉‧₊˚✧

They say breakups give us a lesson—

An experience to have a relationship; to feel the highs and lows of it, the love, the happiness, the pain.

You took the plastic bag from the vendor and thanked him.

You walked out of the small shop and to the chilly sidewalk, you took your phone out and sent a quick text to Jeremy.

You put your phone back in your purse, bumping into someone in the process.

“I’m so sorry, I-!” You immediately forgot what you were going to say once you looked up and realized who you bumped into.

It was as if time had slowed down, like everything around you had been in slow motion the moment you recognized the dark haired man who had two white streaks on the side of his hair.

Stephen had just realized that he bumped into you as well and shock filled his features, “Y/N?” Whispered him.

“Yeah, Hello, Stephen.” You whispered, smiling slightly.

Stephen gulped, he still couldn’t believe seeing you in front of him after all these years, he tried to keep it cool so as to not show his heart that’s almost beating out of his chest, “Hi..” He said.

Neither of you looked away from each other’s eyes, still looking at one another as if you were both trying to read each other, “How have you been?” You said.

As if snapped out of a trance, Stephen blinked severally before responding, “I’ve been good.” He gave you a tight-lipped smile, “How about you, how have you been?”

The small smile on your face remained, “I’ve been great.” Your expression dropped a bit, “How are you and Christine?” You said, your voice unwavering.

Stephen gulped and looked down, a defeated look spreading across his face, “We, uhm,” he cleared his throat, “We never got engaged.” He pressed his lips together, “she got married with someone else.”

“Oh.” You whispered, looking anywhere but him.

They say to experience anything and everything in a relationship is a privilege.

To learn from your mistakes and to grow so you don’t make them again.

“Where have you been?” He whispered, hearing the defeat and sadness in his voice.

You looked at him causing your eyes to meet, “I moved to Canada a few days after we.. you know.” You bit the inside of your lip, “I got an offer to transfer from Metro-General to Toronto General and I accepted.”

“Oh.” It was his turn to say it.

You took a deep breath, “Stephen..” You said, looking up at him; his eyes never left your face, he looked at you the whole time—he couldn’t look away, “Just between us, did the love affair maim you, too?” You said softly.

Stephen opened his mouth to answer, “Hey, Y/N! Come on, you’re the only one we’re waiting for!” Yelled Jeremy, which caused you and Stephen to snap out of a trance you supposedly had, and looked at Jeremy’s direction.

“Coming!” You replied back, you looked back up at Stephen, “I’m sorry, Stephen, looks like I’ve got to go.” You chuckled softly.

“Of course.” He said, smiling softly.

You smiled, and caressed his arm before going towards Jeremy.

Stephen noticed snow had started to fall from the sky. He put his hand out and a snowflake fell on his palm, the glistening of it causing him to have a short flashback of the time you and he had fun with snow.

Just between you, he remembers it all too well.

© siredlust, 2022

TAGLIST : @typical-bistander @strangeobsessed

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[erule]

yay!! im glad ur requests are open!! I love angst to fluff so what about stephen and the reader soulmate au!! But its like the red string of fate and the reader can see her’s is clearly connected to Stephen but his is all tangled and so he doesn’t realize it yet please and thank you!!

Red string of fate | s.s.

Pairing: Stephen Strange x fem!witch!reader

Summary: you’ve been in love with Stephen for as long as you can remember, but now that you know that he’s also your soulmate, you have to do anything that is in your power to stop his wedding.

Warnings: soulmate au, angst, fluff, Christine is the antagonist (but I love her!!), there’s a fight scene between superheroes (not really violent), mention of blood, mention of hospital, back hurt/back pain, friends to enemies to lovers kinda

Word count: 3.5K

A/N: hi! I used she/her pronouns because they were in the requests, but since there was not determined the state of the reader, I chose her to be a witch like Wanda eheh, hope you don’t mind. Also, I tried to follow the request, but I changed the narrative about the string a little bit in the story, you’ll see. Feedback is always appreciated by a writer! Hope y’all like it. Enjoy! x

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

Wanda has never been more afraid of anything in her life. Monsters? She can beat them. Aliens? Not a threat. Thanos? Defeated with less power. Children? A joke. But you? The literal villain of her story. 

You’ve been walking around your room shared with Wanda for about fifteen minutes, now. You can’t make up your mind about something you just found out, but Wanda hasn’t realized it yet: you didn’t tell her and your mind was too confused to make her read it. So, tired of this situation, she sits on the bed, legs crossed, while staring at you. 

“Y/N… Y/N! Please, stop. Just talk to me. What’s this so important things that you realized?” 

You suddenly freeze in front of her, making her almost nervous. You sigh, then you show her your red string of fate, a thread that you make appear into the air with a gesture of your hand. Since you’re a witch, you can make people see it, while normally nobody can, unless they have got magic, of course. Usually, you can see the red string of fate in form of a tattoo, a birthmark or else on people’s skin, but that’s not your case: you just hide it with magic. That’s why Wanda didn’t know about your soulmate. On the other hand, you never wanted to know who this person was, so you didn’t really try to follow the string in your head, but now, you know. And this is a nightmare.  

“Do you see it?”

“Yeah, I can see the string, but… not your soulmate. Who is it?”

“That’s because his string is all entangled!” You exclaim and Wanda gulps. “Sorry. Okay, well, last night I couldn’t sleep. I was thinking about Stephen… again… and his fabulous hands touching Christine’s hair at dinner, in front of me. Disgusting. Anyway, I finally decided to untangle the string in my head, to see where it’s going, breaking the promise I made to myself when I was little: I would have found my soulmate when faith would have told me. My patience was over, Wanda. Please, tell me that you get it”.

She nods.

“I see. So, who’s the mystery man? Bucky? Loki? Zemo?”

“Worse”.

“Worse than them? Star-Lord?”

You burst into laughing.

“He’s nice. Anyway, he’s the only person I have a crush on. Perhaps, I’m even in love with him. But unfortunately, he’s dating somebody else”.

Wanda brings her hand to her mouth, shocked. Your eyes appear glossy, now. Something in her chest aches for you. 

“Y/N…”

“It’s Stephen, Wanda. Stephen is my soulmate. And he’s engaged”.

Maybe, you shouldn’t have put it into place again. Maybe, you should have let him know that you were his soulmate, but you didn’t want to change his perception of you. However, you did that after you acknowledged your feelings for him. And you couldn’t tell him either, because he’d be angry at you for using magic kind of against him. 

“You did the right thing, Y/N,” Wanda tells you, caressing your back.

“It’s hard to think that, when I’m forced to look at him getting married to somebody else,” you reply, while looking at him and Christine sitting on the couch, choosing the best decorations fot the wedding.

“I know, honey. The right thing isn’t always the easier one. But you’re a good person. Find peace in that”.

“Maybe I’m tired of being nice,” you say, then you swallow your pride, your willing of being again in your room and not there, your heart being so envy of Christine, the heat given by your feelings running through your veins and you come closer to the happy couple with your best fake smile on your lips. “Christine, Stephen told me yesterday that maybe you need some help with the cake, is that correct?”

She gives you a smile.

“Yeah, it’s true!”

“Thanks, Y/N. I have to go on a mission today, so I can’t be here to taste the cakes, but I trust you. See you later, my love,” he says to Christine, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“My love”. Alexa, play “It should be me”. 

“Chocolate or strawberry?” Christine asks you, while you’re sitting next to her on the couch. She’s looking at the cakes on a catalogue.

“Dark chocolate,” you whisper, then you raise your voice. “Stephen loves dark chocolate”.

“Dark chocolate it is! You really seem to know him, Y/N,” she says and you nod.

“Not enough, probably,” you murmur.

“You know, I used to think that you were in love you with him and I got even jealous, because the two of you are always a really capable couple during the fights, but now I realize that you’re just a good friend of his and I’m glad that he’s got you,” she says, squeezing your hand. You smile at her, while your eyes are burning for the tears 

“Thanks, Christine”.

A stab would have done less harm.

It has been a week, since that terrible day. You can’t sleep anymore, because of this secret. Wanda told you that it would been selfish for you to confess everything to him, but what if he’s marrying the wrong person? He should know it, he should have the right to choose his path, since his string is entangled (again) and he can’t see his faith very well. The wedding is in a month. You dan’t have much time. 

So you put on some fresh clothes, then you go to the room in the compound he usually uses to study magic. He’s always working, so you’re sure that you’re gonna find him awake and here, not at home with Christine. The door is closed, so you knock and his raspy voice responds: “Open”.

But he’s not working. When you open the door, he’s wearing an unusual suit: it’s white and gold, even if his cape is always the red one. Your whole body is suffering for this, because you can’t touch him or see his on the altar, in front of you. 

“How do I look?” He asks you, turning around so you can see him better. In the mirror, your image would show him your inner secrets. “This is ridiculous, isn’t it? Wong told me to wear this stupid ancient suit, but probably I could just buy a smoking and…”

“You’re perfect,” you say and your voice, even if it’s low, echoes between the walls. He looks at you with his lips not touching one another for the surprise, like you and him. But even Thanos would know how much you’d love to touch him. 

“Thank you,” he says, smiling with just one corner of his lips. You nod. “Did you need anything?”

You. Just you.

And then, a voice in your head, maybe because of the lack of sleep, tells you to confess him the whole truth.

“I have to tell you something”.

He observe you, scanning your face, then he shakes his head.

“There’s no need”.

“Stephen, please…” you begin to say, coming closer to him.

“No, Y/N, let it go”.

“You should know it!”

“I already know,” he tells you and you stop in the middle of the room. Your eyes grow wide. He can’t know, it’s impossible. There’s no way in the world in which he can have figured or imagined it. “I know it, Y/N and I do not care”.

You swallow hard. 

“What?” You whisper. “How?”

“I saw you in my dreams, that night. You stepped into my space, so I woke up in my head and I saw you untangle the threads. I know that you’re my soulmate, but it’s not important: I fell in love with Christine and we’re gonna get married soon. That string doesn’t mean anything,” he tells you, calmly, while your heart breaks more and more at every word he says.

You’re in pieces and he doesn’t even care about that.

“Stephen, it’s magic. We believe in it more than in everything else. Love itself is a pure form of magic. How can you say something terrible like that?”

You’re fighting with the urge to scream, right now.

“You said that yourself: love is a form of magic and I fell in love with Christine. It’s as simple as that. Unless, you fell in love with me, of course. But you didn’t fall in love with me, did you?” He jokes, while adjusting his sleeve. You remain quiet, so he raises his gaze in order to look straight into your eyes. “You didn’t fall in love with me, did you?” He repeated, his tone surprised yet almost angry. A sob escapes from your lips and you immediately close your mouth with your hands. “Damn, Y/N!”

“I’m sorry, Stephen…”

“You ruined everything!” His rage could be heard by the others, now. “Why are you doing this to me? Because you needed to tell me the truth? You should have kept your stupid secret for yourself!”

“Stupid? Love is not stupid! Even if it’s unrequited!” You scream.

“You’re not my friend, you’re acting like a selfish little girl who fell in love with her classmate. Flash news: we’re not in high school anymore, Y/N!” 

“Watch your tongue, Strange,” you say, while some red sparks begin to dance around your fingers.

“Or what?” He asks you, tilting his head, but instead of seeing him angry, he seems almost… challenging, to you. As if he has been waiting for this moment for years.

You hear some steps behind you. 

“What’s happening, here?” Wanda ask.

“A magic fight? Wow! Please, let me watch!” Peter Parker exclaims.

“Nobody’s gonna fight, Peter. Right, Y/N?”

You breathe out. 

“Right”.

“You’re not invited to the wedding anymore, Y/N,” Stephen says.

“I didn’t plan to come anyway,” you lie, then you get back to bed, while your heart is still aching for him.

***

You can see that Wanda is angry in her eyes, but she has also given you the access to her mind, so you can see the fight she had this morning with Stephen.

“She’s your best friend, it’s insane that you don’t make her come to your wedding!”

“She crossed the line, Wanda. Oh and Y/N, if you’re looking at his: remember not to behave like a child with your next crush”.

“You’re being mean, now”.

“She entered in my dreams and she didn’t even apologize to me! It wasn’t fair, Wanda”.

“Love’s not fair, Strange”.

“Friendship is”.

You get out from her mind, sighing.

“He’s right, Wanda: I broke his trust. I get why he doesn’t want to be my friend anymore”.

“He’s hiding something, Y/N,” she says, while walking around your room. 

“Okay, enough, you’re looking like me now,” you joke. “What’s up?”

Wanda stops, then she looks at you, sat on the bed. You’re curious of what she’s been thinking for days.

“He seems too hurt. I observed him during the last few missions and he seemed very nervous”.

“He’s getting married in two weeks, it seems normal to me”.

“No, it’s not. Strange asked Christine to marry him one year ago and since that day, he stuck with that decision, but when he discovered that you’re his soulmate, he began to waver”.

You get up from the bed, coming closer to her.

“What are you trying to say?”

Wanda licks her lips, before she talks.

“That he’s not entirely in love with Christine”.

It’s late afternoon and you’re watching the sunset in New York, when Stephen comes down from the sky, after the two of you have defeated another monster. There was a lot of tension between you two, but you worked pretty well anyway. What you missed more was the fact that you didn’t banter like an old married couple, during the fight. Usually, that is the best part of the job. You wonder if he thought about that too.

“Everything’s under control, Y/N. We have destroyed enough buildings, today,” he jokes and you chuckle. 

“I had to contain my power, actually,” you reply. 

“Me too,” he says, then you flickers you a glance. “We should do something about this repressed rage, don’t you think? The compound is empty, if you want,” he says and you blush. “I’m talking about a fight. A little fight in the room that Doctor Banner made for us, in which our powers can’t harm anything or anybody, except for ourselves, of course”.

You stare at him, thinking, then you nod in agreement: maybe you can investigate some more on his relationship with Christine. You could even find out if she poisoned him or if she asked for help to another with in order to make him fall in love with her. Or perhaps, this is not a trick and you just can’t handle the truth: he’s really in love with her. And yeah, maybe she doesn’t care about her real soulmate or her thread is all tangled too.

The room has windowson every wall, but you can’t see your reflection on them or if there’s somebody outside. Your possible enemy can’t know where you are, but you can’t know if you really exist too. This happens because you’re forced to focus on the other person’s presence in the room. You find it ironically sad, because even in the real world, Stephen’s presence is all you care about. He’s the only one you can see in every room. 

“Are you scared, Y/N?” He asks you, while you can feel his energy running through his veins. “You’re not even looking at me”.

“I don’t have to look at you to actually see you, Stephen,” you reply with a grin, but there’s a lot of melancholy in your heart and he seems to know it. 

That’s when you catch him by surprise. You first attack causes a cut along his cheek. A trickle of blood runs down his jaw, but he doesn't seem to notice it. You leap towards him, but a bubble of energy shoots you across the room, causing you to flip backwards. At this point you start to think that he is almost angrier than you, because, unlike you, he is not holding back for real anymore.

“You’re not using your powers like you normally do in a fight. There’s no need to protect me!” He exclaims, then he comes closer to you, but you fight his punch with a shield made of red energy. 

“I’m just trying to protect myself! My powers could even destroy this room!” You reply.

“Were you protecting yourself, when you confessed your feelings for me?” He asks and you get distracted. One moment later, he pulls your back against the wall, one of the windows. 

You slide to the floor and there you remain for an endless time. You try to get up, but you can't. He may even have broken your back, for all you know.

"Stephen, I don't..."

"I was calm, you know? When I asked Christine to marry me."

"Stephen..."

"I was calm, because I knew that I would have spent the rest of my life with a good woman, who loved me and I, in some twisted way, loved her. I didn't care who was on the other side of my string and neither did she. We had found our soul mate, that was okay. Then you came along and you had to screw it up with your stupid curiosity. You might as well have found it out and kept it to yourself, I wouldn't have told you anything, but no, you had to make me knwo that too. And now I'm always restless."

"Stephen, something is wrong..."

"Sure! I can't fool Christine right now. She doesn't deserve it. I thought I was chasing a chimera, Y/N. I thought that you didn't feel anything for me, so I lied to everyone, even myself, telling myself that it was better that way, but it wasn't true. I never forgot you, Y/N. I never forgot the idea of ​​the two of us together, a mere dream that would never become real. Then you confessed everything to me and even if I was scared, it made me incredibly happy, because I was free. But I can't leave that woman on the altar, because she trusts me. Tell me this makes sense, please,” he explains, but you’re tired now and every fiber in your body is in pain.

“My back… Stephen, my back…” 

“Y/N? No, don’t close your eyes, no, Y/N… Don’t close your eyes!”

When you open your eyes again, you’re in a hospital room. The walls are white, the air is aseptic and you feel like you’re not breathing anymore. How many days have passed? Is Stephen already married to Christine? This is a nightmare come true. It can’t be.

Somebody enters in the room. You look at your right, only to see Christine. She’s not wearing any ring and you make a sigh a relief. She seems to notice that, but she doesn’t say a word about it.

“How are you?” She asks you, gently.

“Not in pain anymore, which is already something, I guess,” you joke. She gives you a smile. 

“You know, he didn’t leave your side for the entire time. Even now, he’s outside, sat on a bench, his head between his hands, thinking about you,” she says and you swallow. There’s something in her voice that makes you respect her even more. Resignation.

“I didn’t have the right to tell him…”

“No, you didn’t,” she cuts you off. You gulp. “You didn’t have the right to tell him that you were in love with him just one month before our wedding, but you did have the right to tell him about his soulmate. Why? Because he deserved to know that it was you. I wouldn’t have cared about anybody else, but when he told me that it was you, two days ago, when he brought you here, upset, everything was clear in my head: he didn’t want to know the identity of his soulmate, because he was scared that it would have been you. Because pretending to love me was easier than loving you for real,” she explains and finally, you understand the final picture. 

“I really am sorry, Christine,” you murmur anyway, because she still has to know that.

“I know, but I’m glad that this happened, because probably I wasn’t really in love with Stephen and now I can find my real soulmate, that hopefully will love me that much. He feels guilty, Y/N. Now tell him that you’re alright, because your powers and some rest healed your body,” she says, then she goes away.

Stephen enters into the room with his eyes circled in red. He swallows, then he basically runs to you, embracing you into his arms. You close your eyes, inhaling his scent, feeling at home. 

“I’m okay, Stephen. Christine said that my powers helped my body to heal,” you tell him and he nods, while caressing your back, that fortunately doesn’t hurt anymore.

“I’m sorry for all of this pain I caused you. Christine didn’t tell me why, but she doesn’t want to marry me anymore. My life is a complete mess, Y/N. Wanda says that you can put all the pieces together, but I don’t…” 

You cut him off by kissing him. It’s a sweet and brief kiss, but full of passion and love. You hope that he can feel your power running through his veins too, like you can do with him. Together, you could potentially rule the world. This is a complete soulmate thing.

“You’re forgiven, Stephen. And I’m sorry too, for sneaking into your head without you knowing. It wasn’t fair,” you say and he squeezes your hand.

“Soulmates always find each other. Maybe that’s why you did that”.

“You were my soulmate even before I knew it,” you reply with tears in your eyes and he gives you a small kiss on your forehead.

“And you were mine”.

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Dr. Stephen Strange / Benedict Cumberbatch Masterlist

DR. STEPHEN STRANGE

SERIES

Beyond the Pages (ONGOING)

It was just your weekly trip to the comic-book store. While looking for a comic for your collection, you stumble upon an old-looking book, with an odd combination of symbols on the cover. You, being drawn to the weirdness of it, pick it up and open the cover. A strange force surrounded your person; and the next thing you knew, you were waking up on the steps of what looked to be 177A Bleecker Street. What had you gotten yourself into?

MINI-SERIES

The Great Escape (COMPLETE)

Based upon a request

A Love Torn Asunder (COMPLETE)

Ella becomes pregnant with Doctor Strange’s baby, but Stephen is uncertain about their future together and leaves the reader with a hard decision to make.

A Spoonful of Sugar (ONGOING)

Once, after a battle, you visited Stephen with some of your delicious home-made pastries to help him feel better. Eventually that became a ritual. 

ONESHOTS

You've Been Here all this Time?

Oops...?

Sleepy Realisations

Tony was Wrong

Practice Makes Perfect

Bloodied and Bruised

The Strange Approach

The Ghost of Kamar-Taj

Knight in a Sentient Cloak

I'm Here, Whenever You're Ready

From the Pages of History

Undercover Rhythm

Shattered Sanctum

Change is Never Easy | 2

DRABBLES

Forever; Endlessly

Beyond the Broken Hands

The Healing Touch

An Apprenticeship with a Twist

The Blip's Silver Lining

A Clumsy Pursuit

BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH

found online...credit to original creator

ONESHOTS

The "L" Word

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Just imagine if these two had a ‘40s detective agency show. … NOW imagine it’s Dr. Strange & Loki, stuck in the ‘40s due to multiverse/TVA shenanigans, opening a detective agency because they both have magic and can solve crimes quicker than anyone. I’m doing your job for you, Disney+, make this happen!

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[bakerstreethound]

Five More Minutes | dr. stephen strange

Really calling myself out here with this blurb but you try to convince Stephen you’ll rest soon, but perhaps you’ll need his assistance to do so as he takes matters into his own hands. There are mentions of anxiety and implied spicy times toward the end if you squint. 

Please don’t claim, repost, copy or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03. This was a little rushed but I still hope you all enjoy it nonetheless. It’s been a while since I’ve written Stephen Strange. Comments and reblogs are most appreciated! Graphic is by @firefly-graphics

“I thought you said you were almost finished,” Stephen grumps while your eyes remain transfixed on the computer screen in front of you. You’re determined to finish up as much of the weekly assignments you can for fear of falling catastrophically behind. 

“Five minutes ago was forty five minutes ago,” he quips, huffing as he sits in the armchair close to your desk. “You should take a break, can’t get it all knocked out in a day.” 

You sigh, typing faster still, your fingers a tornado of fury on your keyboard. 

I said that five minutes ago.” 

You can’t help but stifle a laugh at his comment. “Yeah, says you who passed Med School like it was nothing.” 

“It was challenging, but I knew I could do better than what they were teaching me.” 

Ah, there it was, the bold arrogance, the cocky self-assuredness you miss sometime now and again. You wish you could be done, but alas your major projects scream at you from their file pit, the dread creeping along, setting your heart racing anxiety falling in tandem as usual. 

You breath slowly, trying to not let the useless thoughts cloud you or your judgment, but it’s hard, you feel like sinking back into the well of your dread and misery, the darkened pit of your haunting and taunting leering screams and self doubts. 

It’s just a phase, you’re almost done. Four more weeks. Four more weeks. 

You repeat it to yourself, your mantra, your lifeline. They weren’t kidding at all when they mentioned senioritis afflicting at the end of the finish line. So close yet so far away, almost an eternity. You know it’s an exaggeration of your untapped fears. But you are almost there. 

The tears fall before you register them, Stephen kneeling in front of you, gently wiping them away with his fingers, trembling slightly and you can’t help but kiss it. 

“I went well over five minutes again, didn’t I?” The remorse and shame drapes over you like a bad omen, weighing you down. Why couldn’t you catch a break from yourself? All the empty promises you made to yourself, to him mattered not in the end, for you couldn’t meet them. 

Stephen says nothing, as he cradles you in his arms, the warmth of him comforting as he strides down the familiar corridors of the Sanctum, your beloved home, and setting you gently on your shared bed. You almost feel guilty for leaving your desk when he raises a brow. 

“Not another word. We’re taking the rest of the night off and you are going to relax.” He swoops in bed next to you, pulling himself on top of you drowning you in the confines of the mattress, his gentle kisses awakening you, stirring the pent up anger, sorrow and need from deep within, a promise to come in the darkening eves of the night. So you fall, fall into him without another word, clinging to him like a lifeline, never to be parted. 

******

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[avatar-of-procrastination]

Imagine Dr. Strange saving you from a creepy guy at Christine's wedding

A.N : tumblr kinda deleted this the moment i posted it so heres a repost. Based of this post by @quentawewe

warnings : mentions of a person being a creep, calling someone a bitch

This was too good a plot to not write!

( English is not my first language. Please pardon any spelling/grammatical mistakes )

You lazily drank the white liquid in your glass, the alcohol soothingly burning your throat. You were currently sitting by the bar, fingers running around the rim of the glass absent-mindedly. You were the leading radiologist in the hospital Christine worked at and you two had hit off after Stephen had gone incognito. She needed a shoulder to cry on and you were always there for her. Even during the blip, the two of you helped each other through the loss of loved ones and helped keep each others hopes high.

You found yourself reminiscing on the memories, not noticing the a rather burly man tower over you, mumbling somethings to you.

"I'm extremely sorry. I wasn't listening. Did you tell me something?"

"Yeah." The man slurred. "I wanted to know if such a pretty girl like you wanted to come over to my place."

You could smell the alcohol off of him as he leaned towards you. Not wanting to create a scene at your best friends wedding, you quelity whispered to the man, "No. I'm sorry I don't. This is making me uncomfortable and I think you should go now."

The man reached for your hand and grabbed it tightly.

"Come on now, dont be such a bitch. You're basically asking to be fucked in that pretty dress of yours."

You've never felt so violated in your entire life. Your skin was on fire and you wanted to scream out. You were about to shout at him when a tall figure wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

"Is he bothering you, dear?"

You turned your head and found yourself face to face with the Dr. Strange. He was looking at the guy with such a cold stare, you wondered how he hadnt frozen to death yet.

"She was just coming with me, right dollface?", he said as he pulled you from Stephens grasp. You turned around and looked at Stephen with pleading eyes.

He leaned forward and whispered something into the guys ears and he promply let you go. Stephen put a gentle hand on your back and led you to the balcone for a breath of fresh air.

"What did you tell him?"

"Just listed off the various number of ways i could kill him. He let you go before i could even finish my list." He chuckled.

You looked up to the man next to you, a sense of security engulfing you.

"Thank you, Dr. Strange"

"Oh the pleasure is all mine, Dr. (Y/N)"

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[bxsotted]

An Absolute Point in Time | Stephen Strange x F!Reader

pairing : Stephen Strange x F!reader

synopsis : Apprentice!Reader gets tired of waiting for Stephen to make the first move, so she decides to give him a little push.

words : 702

themes : fluff

warnings : none - there's a very small suggestion that Stephen and reader have had sex before but it's nothing major, honestly

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A/N : Made this one based on a tik tok audio that comes from the movie "The tourist". This was written when I first started writing, so I used the audio as a kind of crutch to try to find my own style in writing. It's not my proudest work but it's something! And though I've been hyperfixating on Munson lately (as many of you might've noticed) I refuse to let go of my dearest. I hope you like this little piece!! <33

“Invite me to dinner, Stephen.”

Stephen paused. He blinked for a moment before he slowly looked up at Y/N, wondering if he had misheard her or not.

“What?” he uttered. Confusion painting his features, not wanting to jump into any conclusions. He might be a fool but he sure wasn’t about to make an idiot of himself by assuming that she had just…

Y/N simply stared at the man in front of her. Her hands gently folded on her knees as she observed the dark haired man registering what was just said, before scurrying through his mind for the right words. 

Stephen opened his mouth, an unusual aura of doubt lingering on him as he began to speak. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he looked away for a moment. This new found insecurity was washing over his body and making him wonder if he would be able to pull this off as smoothly as he had imagined countless times. He pursed his lips slightly, breathing in silently as if bracing himself, mentally cheering himself on before he delivered the typical line he had used on many others before her.

 “Would you like to have dinner?” He couldn’t quite understand what it was about the simple question that made him feel anxious. All he knew is that this was the first time in years that the sensation had come over him. But surely this is the invitation Y/N was looking for. There’s no other way to invite her to dinner—

“Women don’t like questions.”

He blinked, his train of thought interrupted by the words that Y/N uttered - a teasing tone behind them. The Sanctum’s library filled with silence for a few seconds. 

“Join me for dinner.”

“Too demanding.”

“I thought you liked that.”

She smirked, chortled a little even. Rolled her eyes at Stephen’s typical attitude but she bit her tongue. She knew that if she entertained Stephen’s little comment, they’d derail the conversation. And she didn’t want that, she had grown tired of waiting for this moment. She figured - if he can’t do it on his own, might as well give him a little push.

So she simply stayed quiet, looking up at her mentor, waiting patiently. Observing. 

“Join me for dinner?”

“Another question.”

Stephen tilted his head slightly, searching through his thoughts, his gaze locked on Y/N’s. Those eyes. Those god damn eyes. The pale E/C that painted her irises, glistening with the sunlight that poured through the windows. 

The eyes that seemed to make time stop, that could make anyone drop. They seemed to have him wrapped around her finger before he even knew what had happened, and kept pulling him back despite his futile efforts of resisting. Like a sinner who would never repent, he let those eyes tempt him time and time again. Regret and guilt long lost concepts whenever he found himself inevitably gravitating towards her. 

He took a step back, Y/N never moving from her seat. Her expression was the same, though the curiosity in her eyes gave her away. Stephen let himself take a good look at her. The way the light bathed her, her  hair tucked behind her ears, framing her face perfectly. He beheld the way that her belt hugged her waist, accentuating her figure. Her long legs exposed as the skirt she had decided to use that day fell on the sides of her thighs - the heels that she wore emphasizing the length of them. 

And suddenly it hit him.

“I’m having dinner…” he let the words hang around in the air for a moment as he searched for the perfect way to wrap up his invitation. “…If you’d care to join me.”

Her lips, plump and soft, curled up into a smile. She was beaming - the light flush across her cheeks making her look even more radiant than before. 

And this is where he wondered why it had taken him so long to ask her out; why he kept pushing her away and holding himself back from happiness. He could be so foolish at times. But that didn’t matter right now, all that mattered now was this.

This was an Absolute Point in time. 

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MASTERLIST

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Dr Strange

Oneshorts, imagines and loads of incorrect quotes

Oneshorts

Rapture

After dip

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Strange Nights ( Dr Strange #1) (mature, completed)

After Y/N gets imprinted by a vampire Dr Strange, living under a fictive identity, they must unravel the cause behind her constant misadventures before their hopes are crushed forever.

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Strange Nights - intro

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Give them your love too

I could make it up to you @withalittlehoney

Daddy Lessons @boop-le-snoot

Magical fingers @ironstrange1991

Honeymoon @futureplayboibunnie

Tony Stark

Oneshots

Break-up Sex

Give them your love too

Daddy Lessons @boop-le-snoot

Bucky Barnes

Next Door Neighbour (series)

It was a simple arrangement, he thought - two people with nightmares agreeing to sleep next each other. But little did he know her secrets were darker than night itself.

Part - 1

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[angstsfordays]

Save me, Save you [2/?]

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Enhanced! Avenger Reader

Summary: Your fights mostly belonged on the grounds while he worked mostly in the mystic and cosmic realms. Even though you both fought together in the infinity war to stop Thanos, you and Stephen Strange hardly ever interacted with one another. It only took one incidental misunderstanding between the two of you to bring both of you closer than ever. For two people who do not believe that they could find love, all we can say is that love finds you unexpectedly.

Chapter synopsis: Following their almost fated-like reunion, Stephen and reader unexpectedly clash over the progress of America’s training.

Warnings: A few bad words like ass.

Word count: 4.1k

Notes: Chapter 2 is finally here! I hope y'all like this one! It's only going to get more exciting from here on out! Please let me know how this chapter is! Thank you! I'm stoked at how y'all are excited about the upcoming progress of the story and the relationships explored! Do stay tuned to the upcoming chapters! 😊

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Chapters: Prologue | One |

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It has been over two weeks since you started your training with America. You focused a lot on her physical training- the first rule of being enhanced is that your powers stemmed from your life source and that means you needed to work a lot on building stamina.

Despite America being young, you did not want to go soft on her. Knowing that her powers were coveted and she could be in danger anytime, you trained her like she would be prepared for death (she did almost).

From an outsider’s point of view, you looked like a Spartan trainer with a zero tolerance for anything below your standard. The other Masters who were in training at Kamar-Taj were shocked to see how intensely you were training America.

Physical combat training took up the morning training before lunch. Afterwards, you focused on helping America to control her powers properly which centred mainly around the management of her emotions and mental strength.

This segment was alternated with her mystic arts training. The weekends were off for her to unwind and relax, after all she was just a normal teenager like any others.

“Again.” You remarked as America narrowly missed an energy blast you sent her way. She was still practicing her footwork to become more stable in her defense against attacks thrown her way.

“Again.” You commented with a neutral expression as America landed wobbly on her feet after jumping out of her way for an attack from the back.

“Wait, wait. I need a break.” America gave a time out sign before she crouched over to catch her breath. Letting out a sigh, you said to her, “America, the bad guys are not going to give you a break.”

Your heart ached at seeing how worn out the teenage girl was in front of you but you knew that you had to be firm. You were entrusted with the responsibility to ensure America would be best prepared to protect herself when the situation arises.

“I know-I know. It’s just when I thought I’m getting trained, we can skip to the part where I become all awesome already.” A wry smile formed on your face at her child-like remark.

“Hard work won’t betray you America. When you do become awesome, you will look back and think of all of these as nothing.”

America seemed to respond well to your words of wisdom as she signalled that she was ready to resume her training. She was doing her best to gain agility in her movements and you were pleased to see her determination.

Unbeknownst to you, Stephen has stopped by to see how America was doing. He was taking a break from his studies and duties at the Sanctum and wondered how America was.

He had noticed her being very tired ever since her formal combat training has started with you. She used to bug Stephen and Wong for nights out and would also normally be very chatty during dinner time. However, these past two weeks, America would be quiet during dinner- only answering when asked so.

After dinner, she would wash her dishes and immediately retreat to her room. While Stephen knew training would be tough, he didn’t expect a change in America so quick and was worried about her.

That’s why he decided to head over to the specially designated training grounds to see for himself what was up.

He had walked in on you vigorously delivering blasts to America and she was barely keeping up to avoid them. You didn’t let her have a moment to rest and he suddenly saw you differently from what he normally thought of you.

Stephen had a good first impression of you- warm, approachable and might he dare even admit- cute. However, right now, it changed as you had a hardened look on your face.

You seemed almost indifferent to America’s struggles and only focused on having her withstand your ‘attacks’. How were you suddenly a different person?

America’s cry caught his ear when he saw her on the floor, holding her leg in what seemed liked pain. Before you could say anything, Stephen held his hand up to halt the training and went over to America’s side.

You were only a step behind as you crouched at America’s other side. Stephen used his medical expertise to assess America’s state and he figured she might have sprained her ankle.

“How are you, America?” You asked out of concern and guilt.

Before he could even control himself, Stephen snapped at you with a harsh look on his face.

“How do you think she’s doing? She’s a kid, Y/N. Not one of your agents in the field. You didn’t have to push her so hard.” At a loss of words, you didn’t expect such response form Stephen.

Sure, you pushed America to do her best but you did not think you were that extreme. America consented and you were always wary of her limits to determine the progression of her training.

You felt a need to defend yourself and spoke up, “I didn’t mean for her to get injured Stephen-”

“Well you did.” The sharpness in his tone shut you up and you weren’t sure how to continue.

“I’m fine, Stephen. It’s nothing big, I can continue-” America tried to convince him otherwise but Stephen was already preparing to help her up.

“America, you forgot that I am a doctor. And by my medical evaluation, you are no longer fit to continue training.”

“But-” America tried to reason with Stephen that she was fine and it wasn’t all too serious. However, Stephen beat her to it with definitive look. “No buts.”

“Let me help.” Your tried injecting as you reached for America’s shoulders.

“I think you done enough.” Those five words were enough to stop your actions mid-way. You were hurt, more than hurt, you were getting annoyed at his rude behaviour.

“Stephen, you don’t have to act like this. I am feeling more than guilty this happened.”

“Then you should rethink your training methods.” Stephen looked at you with such harshness that if you were made of glass, you would have broke at that instance.

“I am confident in my teachings. I have the relevant experience and I was in America’s shoes before. I know the training might seem intense but if you want her to be able to protect herself , she needs to get through this.”

“She is a kid for god’s sake!”

“Who have to prepare for the worst! If one person wanted her powers for themselves, imagine many more waiting in line once they find out about her.”

“Having such powers is a responsibility and she just has to own it. That’s the fact Stephen, you don’t baby her. She is capable of handling herself, give her more credit.”

“I want to cease all training for America.”

“What?” Both you and America echoed at the same time in shock.

“I’m in charge of you kid, so if I say you stop training. You’re stopping.” Stephen said with finality as he assisted her up to her good feet. America scrunched up her face upon hearing Stephen’s words, she felt that he was acting ridiculous and out of the way mean towards you.

“I don’t want to stop, I’m fine!”

“Not with that ankle, you’re not.” Stephen put his foot down on the matter and quickly open up a portal back to a room back within the Sanctum. He then turned back to you with a cold look before he stepped through the portal with America.

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Stephen managed to help treat America’s ankle and gave her doctor’s order from himself to rest in bed at least for the next couple days.

When Wong found out about what happened, he was shocked to hear what Stephen had said to you. He butted heads with Stephen about it, reasoning that he was being rude and too cynical.

Wong texted you to apologise to which you tried to wave it off. It wasn’t his fault, he shouldn’t have to say sorry.

You don’t know how Stephen Strange turned out to be such a mean hardass. Your entire image of him was tarnished and you felt your feelings hurt at how he just dismissed you without caring to think from your perspective.

America texted you soon after, reassuring you that she will talk to Stephen somehow. She wasn’t sure why he acted the way he did, but knew he was just protective over her. You told her to focus on recovering first and not think too much. Truth be told, you weren’t sure if you could step foot into the Sanctum again.

You tried to get your mind off the matter but the scene just kept on repeating in your head. Every time you’re reminded of Stephen’s cold hard stare, your heart sank a little.

You didn’t know why but you hoped you would at least have a good relationship with him, given that he is America’s guardian and you did like the rambunctious yet sweet teenage girl.

Insecurity started settling down on you as this on top of what happened with Bucky earlier made you feel like an absolute mess of a person. More worries started to set in as you knew that you lost all purpose in life.

Ever since Thanos and the infinity war, everything that you knew and known were thrown out of the window. The Avengers broke up ever since Tony’s death and Steve’s departure. Everyone eventually left either in retirement or to pursue their own things.

The Avengers was your thing. It was your whole identity and now that it didn’t exist, what were you?

You had a moment to relieve normality when Bucky and Sam asked for your help to deal with the Flag Smashers. How crazy was it that you only felt normalcy when you were fighting the bad guys and kicking ass?

Couldn’t you be like a normal person seeking for peace and quietness? Were you actually facing some sort of career crisis?

Your headache was getting worse that you were living thinly on the money you had left. When you were with the Avengers, you did not have to worry while living on Tony’s payroll. But now….now you were just surviving on whatever you had saved up personally on the side before you had blipped.

How were you going to survive? You couldn’t trust to join any other agency as an enhanced individual once hunted by the government back when the Accords were made.

You could freelance…bodyguard, security consultant, hitman….god you were in a downright mess. Grunting and facepalming yourself, you fell back to your bed.

You were going to get through this with a long afternoon nap.

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It has been over a week and America was healing up pretty nicely. She figured that it was time to bring up the matter with Stephen once more. She tried the very next day after the incident happened and it did not go well.

America decided that it was maybe best to do so when she proved to Stephen that she was well enough to get back to active training.

Making her way to the common kitchen area, America grin widened upon seeing Stephen sitting down scrolling through on his iPad with his morning coffee. He seemed to be in a good mood enough.

“Morning Stephen.” America greeted in her normal cheery voice as she moved through the counters to make her own breakfast.

“Morning.” Stephen’s eyes glanced up at her before going back to the mini screen in front of him. America did a little sigh of relief under her breath as she got her cereal and milk ready to join him at the table.

All was quiet as she eyes Stephen who did not fidget at all as he looked at his screen intensely. As America stirred the cereal in her milk and took a couple of bites, she mentally prepped herself.

“What do you want?” The sound of Stephen’s voice jolted her in her chair.

“What?” America looked up wide eyed from her colourful fruit loops to see Stephen giving her a ‘what now?’ look. She was so confused that she said, “I did not say anything though.”

“Come on, kid. You don’t need words to be loud. Your stare was practically burning through.”

“Well since you asked….what I want is to resume training with Y/N.”

Stephen had a feeling and he was right. He felt like America had been tip-toeing around him for the past week after his collision with you over a week ago. He admitted he had been harsh after thinking back on what had happened.

He had not realised what overcame him and he did realise he may have gone overboard. In a heated moment, he was greeted with the sight of America being hurt and it brought him back to the scene of her almost dying in front of him.

As shy as he was to admit it, he really took his job seriously of protecting America like family. While he didn’t think you would actually harm America, he did not agree with your training methods. You were training her to be like a soldier when she was just a child.

“I am all better now! It’s just a minor injury, and honestly, I knew what I was getting myself into. Training to control powers like mine would never be a breeze in the park.” America started ranting everything she could to convince Stephen because she wanted to train again.

“I don’t like how she trained you. You are just a kid. You were exhausted from training every day and looked lifeless. You should have a chance to be a normal teenager.”

“Oh my god, Stephen. Fine, yes, I admit I am a kid but I not normal. I literally make star-shaped portals that can bring you to other universes. I’m not exactly normal!”

“But-”

“No buts- you listen first! What you saw was just a snippet of my training. And I know it looks tough but I know it would be good for me! I have to get stronger not only for myself but to protect those who I care about! Like you and Wong!”

“Y/N is such a good teacher, you have no idea! She not only pushes me to do better, but she speaks from experience and her heart! You have no idea what she’s been through, she cares Stephen! She really cares!”

“What has she been through?” Stephen was genuinely curious to know and straightened his back, leaning forward to listen to what America was about to share about you.

“She was told to keep her powers a secret when she was first brought into SHIELD at 15. She had been the target of several powerful bad people who wanted to experiment on her whenever rumours spread of what she could do. She told me she rather died than let people exploit her.” America’s words struck a chord in Stephen and he could feel regret and guilt washing all over him as she continued.

“However, when she gained family from SHIELD, she realised she did not want to die so easily. She wanted to live so that she could protect them! That’s why she trained so hard- not just for herself but for people she loved!”

“She also said that with great power came great responsibility- she taught me that we needed to give back when given such great privileges. I want to be like her, I also want to be like you and Wong. I know how much you guys are doing in protecting the world and I want to follow in your footsteps too!”

America finally said everything she wanted to say. It felt good getting it off her chest and honestly, if Stephen could not be convinced otherwise, she might never want to speak to him again.

How could he have diminished your good intentions to nothing. Stephen closed his eyes as he left out a soft regretful exhale. The fact that America could even tell him such things only proved that you indeed were a well-meaning person. He misjudged you so quickly- Stephen recalled how hurt you looked in response to his behaviour that day and his heart sank a little.

What an idiot he was.

“I hear you. I’m sorry.” America huffed as she folded her arms. “I don’t think it’s me who you should say sorry to.”

“Yes, right. I will make amends. It sounds like she really did a number on you. You sound like a grownup already.” America gave a proud grin upon hearing Stephen’s praise. She was also excited that Stephen finally put his ego down to actually listen to her.

“You happen to know where she lives?” America shook her head but a thought popped up in her head. “I know a place that she frequents!”

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Stephen was nervous as he smoothened the non-existent creases on his cardigan. He opened the door to the quaint bell ringing and the soft welcome greeting of the employee at the counter.

Without a moment to space, he scanned the room to see that you were anywhere but at the book café. Spotting the staircase leading up to a second floor, Stephen took long strides and light steps to see if he could find you there.

When he reached the second floor, he was greeted by the sight of oak bookcases, long study tables and comfy chairs. There were not many people and he began to lose hope that he could ever find you.

His eyes fleeted between the book cases as he made his way around them. Just as he reached the last corner of the floor, Stephen’s breath hitched when his eyes landed on you.

There you were in a long-sleeved blouse and pleated skirt that reached you ankles, your legs were comfortably outstretched in the daybed by the window at the end. You seemed entirely engrossed in a book and with your wireless earbuds, it seemed like you were immersed in your own world.

Stephen wiped down his suddenly clammy hands on the side of his cardigan before taking a step towards your direction. What he didn’t expect was a tap on his shoulder and he turned to see a man who looked to be about in his 30s.

He almost looked geeky in his appearance and had a shy but hopeful look on his hand.

“Dr Strange sir, I don’t mean to bother you but I am a big fan of your work.” Nothing could prepare Stephen for what happen next when the man asked if he could have a picture and autograph.

Stephen was stumped to say the least, he glanced back quickly at you to see your head down in your book still.

Despite the grimace on his face and Stephen stating he was up for any fanfare, the man insisted and turned to pleading him instead.

Stephen was this close to using a spell to get rid of the man in the least harmful way possible but shut the idea down at using his magic on a harmless (albeit annoying) civilian.

The shuffling of feet nearby caught your attention and your eyes widened at the sight of Stephen Strange in front of you- seemingly trying to reject a man who seemed desperate and pleading for something. You could not make out their conversation and temporarily paused your music.

You started to panic a little when you realised that you did not want to come face to face with Stephen as you recalled your last interaction. Subtly as you try, you lifted up the book in your hand to cover your face and leave your spot.

You swiftly take small hurried steps to hide yourself behind the book cases an continued to shield your face in hopes that you won’t get discovered till you leave the café.

Stephen begrudgingly signed an autograph but refused to take a picture with the man. When the man tried his luck again, Stephen made no hesitance to open a portal to push the man out of the scene.

Once he was done, he turned around to see the daybed empty. His heart sank and he quickly scanned his eyes through the gaps of the bookcase to see you making your way to the end of the bookcase with the book up covering your face.

Stephen quickly made his way to your direction and stood right in front of you while you were still trying to sneak away. Unfortunately for you and luckily for him, in your attempt to ‘hide’ yourself, you covered your plain line of sight with the book pages and did not actually see where you were heading towards.

A small gasp left you as you realised you bumped into something and you lowered the book to see a soft blue cotton shirt in front of you. Your eyes then raised up to meet a familiar set of piercing blue eyes.

You couldn’t help another gasp and a curse word before you brought the book back up to cover your face- as if that helped now he must have totally seen you!

You turned your body sharply to leave the scene only to unknowingly step through a portal that Stephen conjured for you to meet his chest again.

Another few more curse words were spoken under your breath before you dodged to the side and made an attempt to flee.

How were you a supposed ‘badass’ Avenger was beyond Stephen’s belief for a moment as he witnessed how terribly you were trying to avoid him. It almost made him want to laugh out loud in jest.

“Y/N, just stop.” Hearing Stephen spoke and realising he didn’t sound callous in anyway, you paused in your tracks and brought the book down to your side.

“Please, I just want to talk.” You could hear the earnest pleading in his tone and gingerly turned around to face him. You mustered up the courage to look at him properly this time and waited for him to speak first.

Stephen sighed in relief at your response and took a few steps nearer to where you were.

“I-I just want to apologise for my behaviour that day,” you almost couldn’t believe your ears at what he just said.

Stephen then continued, “I overreacted that day. I am sorry for what I said to you. America explained to me and gave me another perspective. I realised I misjudged you too quickly.”

“As it turns out, you are not the person who I accused you were. You have no idea how much positivity you brought to America and I want to retract my words then. I want you to continue training America. You are her best hope and probably the best person to guide her, maybe even more so than Wong and myself.”

You should be happy to hear Stephen’s words but your brows scrunched up in confusion at this unexpected twist of events. When he finally said his piece, worried crept up on Stephen as he realised you were not saying anything.

“Please say something, Y/N.” Stephen’s soft voice caused your heart to quicken a little and you tried to gather your thoughts. He apologised, yes but you were still upset. You should be upset right? After all, his words cut you up and he had hurt your feelings.

“How did you even find me here?”

“America told me that you shared with her about this café being your current quiet place. I tried my luck, I wasn’t even sure you would be here- I couldn’t exactly portal to your place- not that I would know but even if I knew- I wouldn’t-”

A smile started forming on your face at seeing how the normally cool and apathetic Dr Stephen Strange rambling on to make up to you.

“You’re smiling. That’s a good sign, I hope.”

Your tight-lipped smile soon changed into a wide tooth grin. The both of you exchange smiles and an awkward laugh.

“So will you come back?” Stephen addressed the main elephant in the room. After giving it a thought, you nodded which greatly relieved the Master of the New York Sanctum.

Stephen finally let out a wide smile, he then extended his hand out to you. The gesture surprised you but you responded in kind by shaking on it.

“Happy to be working with you again, Y/N.”

“I’m happy to be able to, Stephen.” As you prepared to let your hand go, Stephen wasn’t ready to do so. His thumb stroked across the surface of your hand and lingered for a while more before he finally let your hand go.

You weren’t sure why he did it but you didn’t dwell much on it. You decide to leave the past incident behind and start afresh with the man in front of you.

Stephen on the other hand, didn’t realised how glad he was that amends were made and that he looked forward to seeing you back at the Sanctum and Kamar-Taj grounds.

Unknown to the both of you yet, you were both starting to get uncontrollably fond of each other too.

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Karaoke Night | Dr Strange x Fem!Reader

Karaoke Night | Dr Strange x Fem!Reader

| just a good ole fic

| 3165 words

| RATED 13+. just fluff here.

| The sorcerer supreme, the master of the mystic arts, and the disciple walk in to a karaoke bar on a Saturday night, fun ensues.

| NOTE: this is best read while listening to the made playlist. have fun reading! check out the playlist HERE. (you can also find the playlist at the end of the post)

You heard the door creak open and you looked up from your book to see Master Wong enter your study room. He’s got that look in his eye and you knew exactly what would be the words that he’s about to say.

“Are you up for some karaoke tonight?” he asked.

He knows it’s an offer you could not pass up, honestly, why does he even bother asking? He already knows you love karaoke, even if you don’t participate in the actual singing. Wong, on the other hand, loves karaoke too, and singing.

“How could I refuse?” you stood up from your seat and marked the book.

“Is he coming?” you asked as the two of you walked down the hallway.

“I’ll make sure of it.” Wong said and continued down the hallway, with a mission in his every stride.

As it was a cold night in Manhattan tonight, yet you still opted to dress into a casual dress, and of course your platform boots. You rarely dress down as you spend the majority of your days wearing training robes and tunics, and so you grabbed the opportunity given to you tonight, to wear one of the limited number of dresses you own. You studied yourself in the mirror, deciding if you should put on a bit of makeup or at least fix your hair into something acceptable than its usual mess. You decided to do both.

When you stepped down the grand staircase of the Sanctum, you spotted Wong and Stephen standing by the door. They dressed casually too, but you can’t help admire Stephen’s style. He looked simply handsome in his chambray shirt topped with his black sweater. You also can’t help notice the grump painted on his beautiful face, his brows furrowed and his lips thinned into a line. You suppress a laugh; in fear you might become the spotlight of his teasing tonight.

Stephen caught your vision in the corner of his eye. He must admit that he’s not in the mood to go out and mingle with other people tonight. As soon as Wong peeked his head in his study, he said no. But then he thought, it’s karaoke night, that means you’re coming.

And that’s a moment he could not miss out. Karaoke night means you’d let your hair loose and you’d make every moment out of it having fun.

He’d rather miss a ton of mystic spell readings than miss your pretty smile.

Plus, this could be the night he’d get you to step on the platform, hold the microphone, and sing.

Yours and Stephen’s eyes meet and instantly, his face softens into a smile. It was an involuntary movement. Stephen sometimes wonders if something is wrong with his facial muscles because as soon as he sees you, his face relaxes, his lips ease into a smile. He’s so close to diagnosing himself with a pseudobulbar effect, he’s a doctor after all, but then it could just be a bad case of you. He hopes it’s the latter.

You stood next to them as you slipped on your coat and Stephen took a minute to admire you. You looked positively stunning in your dress, he needed a minute to stop his heart and resuscitate himself. And when you looked back over your shoulder and gave him a grin, Stephen was sure his soul just floated into the seventh circle of heaven.

He must admit, his silly crush on you is getting worse with each passing day. You invaded his mind like an incessant thought, your voice and your laugh like an earworm in his ear. He fears he might be falling in love with you every single day, but as Christine once said to him, “face your fears.”

This could be the night he finally follows her advice.

You and Wong started to babble about the songs he’s going to sing as you stepped through the portal to the karaoke bar. Wong said he’s going to sing Hotel California, and you have to laugh, of course he’s going to sing that classic, it’s his favorite. You noticed Stephen was quiet, not like his usual sharp-tongued self.

“You okay?” you asked him as you stepped back to walk with him.

“Fine, just saving my voice.” he looked down and saw you smile, your eyes twinkling.

“Hope you up your game this time Strange, you’re on a losing streak.” you giggled.

“I’m starting to think you have a crush on Wong, you always pick him as the winner.” he huffed.

“Hey! I don’t pick him; he just has a better singing voice.”

“I doubt that!”

“Not my fault your throat was scratchy last week, Stephen.” he rolled his eyes at your retort and stopped walking. You stopped too and looked at him.

“I’m going to win this time, Y/N. Mark my words.” he gazed at you, his eyes cold and you could see the promise behind in every black pool of his eyes.

“What if you don’t?” you stepped closer to him.

“I’ll make sure that I’ll win tonight.” he said, and you could feel his warmth of breath and the depth of his voice. Your eyes drift from his eyes to his lips, and he did the same, finding your lips more interesting than anything.

If he steps closer, just an inch closer to you, he’d finally know what your lips would taste like. And if you did the same, you’d finally know how truly soft his lips are, you’d finally know what it’s like to have his beautiful lips against yours. If only the two of you had the courage to do that, to find out for yourselves what the two of you have been missing, but Wong whistled, bringing you back to now, and urging you two to hurry up because you might lose the karaoke room he’s reserved.

You broke the trance by holding his hand and leading him through the crowded bar. When you two entered the private room, Wong was already entering his first entries, excited to start the night. You commenced the night in your own way, by slowly drinking the apple flavored beers that come free every time you rent a karaoke room. When Wong stepped aside to let Stephen enter his song numbers, you flipped on the mini disco ball and the first bars of Hotel California filled the room.

“Welcome to the Hotel California! Such a lovely place…” you sang along as Wong’s voice boomed through the room.

“Such a lovely face…” Stephen echoed the lyrics, finding it hard to avoid staring at you.

You swayed your body in time with the rhythm, starting to loosen up. Stephen too, did the same, after taking a few sips of liquid courage. And when the guitar solo came in, Stephen imitated it and you stood next to him, trying to outperform him. When the song ended, you clapped and cheered. Stephen stepped up on the platform and grabbed the mic, tapped it and Hall and Oates’ You Make My Dreams Come True started to rock the room.

“You make my dreams come true,” Stephen sang and pointed at you.

“I do?!” you played along and screamed through the music like his number one fan. Who are you even kidding? You are his number one fan; you just hope he knows it.

“Yeah you do!” Stephen’s reply was heard throughout the room and he gave you a wink.

He continued to buck his hips along the music and you swear, he’s got hips like Mick Jagger. He was undeniably gorgeous under the colorful lights; his hair was starting to get disheveled and his smile lines were back. You watch him in awe as he brings the song to an end, his voice flawlessly hitting every note.

As he stepped down the platform, you applauded, your hands stinging at how hard you did it. Your eyes glittered in admiration for him and Stephen caught a glimpse of it, the bright lights reflecting in your eyes.

“This next song is for you Y/N!” Wong whooped and the familiar beats of Africa by Toto filled the tiny karaoke room.

“He turned to me as if to say, ‘hurry Strange she’s waiting there for you!’” Wong sang and gave Stephen a pointed stare. The sorcerer supreme definitely knows what’s up between you and Strange. Wong is getting disappointed at his friend for he still hasn’t got on his big boy pants and admitted to you that he’s got feelings for you.

“It’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from youuu…” Stephen sang along and looked at you with a smile.

“There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever dooo…” you sang and braved a glance at Stephen.

He was looking at you and your cheeks started to burn. He smiled and decided to save you from being flustered. He did so by standing closer to you and putting his arm around your shoulders, together swaying and singing along to the remaining lyrics of the song. In his close presence, you felt instantly and ultimately better, you just wished the dancing lights hid your blushing cheeks.

The next song showed off Stephen’s smooth baritone voice. True by Spandau Ballet.

“Why do I find it hard to write the next line? Oh, I want the truth to be said.” he sang the lyrics, he had no trouble singing the song as he knew it by heart. But different words floated in his mind; Why do I find it hard to say that I love you? Oh, I want my truth to be said…

“Ha ha ha haa haaa, I know this, much is true…” you dreamily sang, your hand clutching your beer bottle. Stephen could make out your voice from the loud sound system. Your voice sounded soft, almost dreamy, and he smiled to himself.

Wong’s next song brought you up to your feet even if it was already aching. Stephen took a quick swig of beer before joining you on the floor. You snapped along the first notes of Queen’s A Kind of Magic and coaxed Stephen to dance with you. He happily obliged. He spun you around and giggled when he pulled away to imitate the guitar riff with Wong.

Once again, you snapped along to the song’s hypnotic bass, clicking your fingers along the song while you did your best to seductively sway your body. Stephen watched you as you danced towards him and he found it hard not to kiss you and take you right there and then. Your efforts to seduce him into another dance must’ve worked as he grasped your hand, pulled you to him and you two danced into another boogie as the song ended. It was uncoordinated and fun. As the last notes died away, the two of you were laughing, nerves alight with adrenaline.

Prisoner Of Your Love by Player was up next and Stephen grabbed the mic from the stand. Intending to sing on your makeshift dance floor instead at the platform.

“It took me time to realize I’m where I wanna be…” Stephen crooned and his smooth velvet voice filled your ears. You can’t keep your eyes off him as he earnestly sang the song, his body following the sultry beat.

“Better drink up, Y/N. The next one will make you dance again.” Wong laughed as he took a sip of his drink.

“Ugh, you know me so well.” you groaned and playfully rolled your eyes. The first notes of More Than a Woman by Bee Gees faded in.

Stephen met you in the middle of the floor and he offered his hand.

“I’m no John Travolta, but would you do me the honor?” he asked, his eyes soft against the vivid and dancing disco lights. You took his hand and sidled closer to him.

“Even if John asked me at this same instance, I’d dance with you instead.” you replied, letting your feelings slip. You quietly blame the alcohol.

“Oh, say you’ll always be my baby, we can make it shine…” Stephen sang close to your ear.

“We can take forever, just a minute at a time.” you said, echoing the lyrics of the song.

“More than a woman, more than a woman to me…” Wong sang, and watched the two of you sway and spin around. He smirked to himself, knowing his plan was working.

He was right, he was no John Travolta. Because you doubt Travolta would ever hold you so close, so close you could almost feel his heartbeat. No, Stephen would never be like him. Stephen held you close to him, and at first you feared he might feel your racing heartbeat. You were afraid that your heart would betray you at that very moment. But you felt infinitely better when you felt his heartbeat. It was also fast, just like yours.

Could it be the adrenaline of dancing? Or could it be that he's feeling the same? Could it be the two of you are just bumbling fools who love each other but are scared to admit it? You lightly shake your head at the thought.

You looked up at him and gazed at his eyes, you saw his dark pools slowly growing and your eyes probably did the same. Stephen smiled at you and you were undone. His smile was soft and you could almost feel your heartstrings tug, your cheeks heat up. Suddenly, he started to lean into you. He gently dipped you, and you closed your eyes.

In arms, you felt secure and safe, under his gaze you felt loved.

It was almost the perfect setting; the two of you dancing to 70’s disco under the colorful lights with Wong perfectly imitating Barry Gibb’s falsetto. Stephen wanted to kiss at that very moment; you holding on to his arms, your eyes closed and lashes fanned against your cheeks, your lips looked so soft and inviting.

But it wasn’t the perfect moment. If Wong planned for this moment for the two of you to kiss; just like in Saturday Night Fever (1977),  Stephen would say thanks for his effort but he had other plans.

And so, he just planted a kiss on your cheek before helping you back up again. Your shared intimate interlude was broken when you heard Wong’s voice crack while imitating Gibb’s infamous falsettos. You and Stephen giggled, Stephen mostly roaring and laughing at Wong. You had to playfully swat his arm and warn him to play nice. The three of you took advantage of the break and drank some water while the last notes of the song faded. You sit on the plush sofa and watch as the two men bicker.

“Wong is not the winner for tonight.” Stephen said, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Don’t be so sure about that, Stephen. You haven’t sung your last song.” you replied.

“You might want to be sure that I am the clear winner for tonight’s karaoke night.” he said and grabbed the two microphones from the platform. Your eyes grew in alarm and you turned to Wong, only to find him smirking. You watched as Stephen walked towards you, and once he was in front of you, he held out a microphone.

“Nobody puts my baby in a corner.” he winked and you gulped. Something must’ve run through your veins, it could be the four bottles of apple flavored beer, or it might be just the mere fact that you love Stephen and you’d do anything for him.

And if he wants you to stand up on the platform with him and sing The Time of My Life with him, you’d do it. So, you pried the offered microphone from his hand, and followed him to the front of the room.

“Now I’ve had the time of my life, and I’ve never felt this way before. Yes, I swear, it’s the truth, and I owe it all to you…” Stephen started the song, his eyes not leaving yours.

“Cause I’ve had the time of my life, and I owe it all to you.” you heard your voice through the speakers and you saw Stephen smile at you. His heart swelled in pride and in pure love. He took your hand and you visibly eased. The two of you shared a smile before turning to the screen to sing the next lyrics, together.

“Just remember,”

“You’re the one thing,”

“I can’t get enough of,”

“So, I’ll tell you something,”

“This could be love.” the two of you sang the lyrics, your voices blending in perfect harmony. Stephen smiled, marveling at how perfect the two of you are. Your hands fit perfectly, hearts beating in sync, and voices harmonizing, and becoming as one.

As the instrumental sounded through the room, Stephen finally gave in to the urge of giving you a spin. You happily acquiesced with a grin on your lips, your body crashing against his. And just in time, as the sax solo of the song played through the speakers, Stephen finally kissed you.

You melted in his arms and you snaked your hand to his neck to hold on, in fear you might fall over from the intensity of his kiss. Your lips molded onto his, gently tasting his lips, tasting him. He broke away from the kiss just in time as the instrumental ended, his eyes closed, a grin painted on his lips.

Every song he chose that night, every lyric he sang, was all for you. Every note he crooned, every word that fell from his lips, was dedicated to you. And now, to finally confess his feelings with a special moment with you, with a song you love so much, and with a kiss, he feels as if he is the winner of the karaoke night.

This is the time of his life. And now, it’s also yours.

“Fucking finally!” Wong’s voice boomed through the room, startling you both and pulling you both out of the moment.

You and Stephen brought the song to an end, smiley and eyes shining with bliss. It felt liberating to finally have your feelings for him to be finally known, to be finally heard through the karaoke machine’s sound system. And you just have to give it to Stephen for being weirdly romantic; confessing his love for you through songs? Classic.

When the song finally ended, you embraced him. Stephen did the same, burying his head on your shoulder. You could hear Wong clapping and cheering. He was obviously happy to see his friends finally together after two years of mucking and tiptoeing around. When you drew apart, tears were brimming in your eyes and Stephen wiped away a tear that had fallen down from your pretty eyes.

“Am I the winner tonight?” he asked and you giggled at his cheekiness.

“You are, you’re the winner of my every night.” you beamed at him before leaning into a kiss.

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