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gaitwae · 2 years

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Maid of Honor [|] Stephen Strange x F!Reader

@lucywrites02 this is for u

part 2

Summary: Stephen goes to Christine’s wedding, where you’re the maid of honor.

Warnings: Mild MOM spoilers (it’s literally just the wedding in the trailer), fem!reader, flirting, weddings, Stephen-typical swearing

Rating: PG

“Doctor Strange,” someone called softly. The voice came like a dream, and the hands that touched his shoulders felt like heaven. The way you said his name was clearly informal, no matter the title. “You should sleep soon. C’mon.”

“Oh, Y/N,” he groaned in exhaustion, “I just have to finish this report. Go home without me.”

He felt lips brush against his. “I would, but I can’t leave without my favorite man in the whole wide world. That would be inhumane. What if he can’t drive himself home?” You leaned against the back of his hair, letting your fingers play with whatever they wanted.

Stephen smiled as hands ran through his hair. “I really do have to finish this, sweetheart. You can go home and get some well-deserved rest.” He closed his eyes and wiped his face. “Don’t let me keep you, Doctor Strange.” He looked up at you, and he felt a foreign hunger, a yearning in his soul.

“Well, you’ll have to start coming home with me soon, Stephen.” You crossed your arms, your beautiful wedding ring glittering in the light. He sat back in his chair as he admired you. You noticed and very softly added, “In the near future, J won’t be able to drive.”

His eyes widened. “…Why?”

You beamed. “I have foot surgery soon.”

He sat up again. “What? Why did you say that as if—?”

“—As if I was pregnant? To see how you’d react. Nice to know you were disappointed.” You laughed, kissed his head with sympathy, and then once more on the mouth. “I’ll go get my stuff.”

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Stephen bolted up in bed with a scream. He was drenched in sweat, his face felt too warm, and his heart wouldn’t stop beating. It wasn’t a nightmare, but it was all too real. His mouth tingled. His forehead tingled. The tears in his eyes were odd, misplaced. He had no time to be emotional. He looked over at the clock—7 AM. Four hours until Christine’s wedding… four hours to try and forget that he dreamt he was married to his old coworker.

Stephen Strange usually knew how his day was going to go. There were usually two routes: bland, boring, and normal, or big, nasty, aliens from outer space. If it wasn’t one of the two, it was some kind of mashup. Right now, he wasn’t sure if he would choose normal. He would see you again, just like he frequently had over the last couple of months. You’d become a close friend to him, now.

“She probably won’t care about what you look like,” he said, scratching the back of his neck as he found himself wondering what to wear. Just because Y/N had once harbored feelings for him but that didn’t mean anything now. Christine was getting married, so anything could happen. “You’ll be fine.”

He speedily got ready for the day from that point on. He remembered combing back his hair, just the way he used to. He remembered picking his suit out, hoping it would bring out his eyes. Though he wanted to forget that dream, part of him wanted to make it a reality. He was wishing and praying for partnership, nowadays—ironic, since he wasn’t sure he believed in God.

“You’re an imbecile,” he told himself in the mirror. He scowled. The Cloak of Levitation wiped away stray hair and caressed his cheek. He dispassionately waved it away, muttering about something that he couldn’t even remember the moment it passed his lips. He had just opened a portal with his Sling Ring, plastered a smile on his face, and stepped into the church he swore he would behave in. He had to.

He would hurt the bride if he didn’t, and he would completely shatter the maid of honor.

He sat next to Nic West, swapped stories very speedily, and had to hear about how he “didn’t get the girl.” He just breathed in and decided it was best not to answer.

When she started down, he very nearly died. She was so beautiful in white. There she was, wearing a veil, holding flowers, smiling up at the crowds. There was Y/N, too, right there in front of her, glittering in similar radiance and angelic beauty. He hadn’t meant to look at you. He knew it would be trouble.

He couldn’t tear his gaze from you, now.

You mouthed, “Hi, Stephen,” and waved as you passed. It took him a moment to process it, to recover. He waved back quickly. You beamed and then looked forward, taking your place beside Christine at the altar. He wet his lips.

“Wow. You and Y/N?” Dr. West asked. “I would have never guessed.”

“Stranger things have happened,” he muttered, unwilling to tell the truth. He felt terrible for it; it was just one of those things he couldn’t let go of. He couldn’t admit he had been dreaming about her for weeks. They sat down, letting the wedding commence.

It was a beautiful ceremony. It was hard to remember how much his own heart ached while watching the vows be exchanged, looking at the obvious love in each other’s eyes. Stephen couldn’t entirely let go of what had once been, but it was nice to know that Christine would be taken care of at the very least.

His heart was pained, his smile was hard to keep, but he felt closure. She was happy enough to invite him to her wedding. She was happy. That was all that mattered. He could move on and know this was how it ended.

Once the bride and groom made their exit, everyone else started toward the reception. Stephen found himself staring, watching Christine and her husband kiss one more time—he also caught your face, again, too. The best man, whoever he was, introduced himself to you. You shook his hand, told him some response, and shrugged off whatever else he asked you.

Nic West stopped Stephen. “Hey. I think that guy is chatting up your girlfriend. You better go get her, huh?” He gave him a sly smirk.

“Yeah,” he said. His brevity came back from when Y/N had originally waved at him. “I’ll, uh, be back.” He adjusted his tie and stepped away from West. Away from West… Toward you.

“…really sorry, I just can’t get involved with my best friend’s husband’s best friend. That’s too cliche for me.” You shook your head, laughing off whatever the best man had just said. “You’re really nice, Tom, but I’m not into you that way.”

“Had to shoot my shot, didn’t I?”

“I’m glad you did!”

“Am I interrupting something?” Stephen asked, walking up. You jumped and turned.

“Oh, no, not at all!” Y/N replied. You smiled at him. He smiled back. It was new, but it was still somewhat pleasant. “I was just taking care of something.”

“It was a surprise to see you getting asked out,” Strange told you. “How are you doing?”

“I’m doing the best that I can.” You gestured for him to walk with you. He did as told. “Recently I tried to get over somebody; it didn’t really work. You know how it is.”

He stopped for a moment. He did know that. He also knew what it felt like to start falling for a woman in his dreams. “Yeah, I do. But it doesn’t matter anymore, does it?”

“No, it doesn’t.” You moved a strand of hair out of your face. “Even though it was the same man since I was working under you.” You laughed. “I’m not just some kid anymore. That’s crazy, isn’t it?”

“Very,” he replied, his throat going a little dry. “Do you want to go to the reception together? Maybe dance?”

“Sure!” You beamed. “I would love to. Hey, Doc, are you okay? You look a little sweaty.”

“Of course, I’m okay.” He was not. “It’s just been so long since I saw you last.” A whole week. So long. He offered his arm to you and you took it. “I knew you were going to be here, but I didn’t know you were going to be beautiful. In fact, I didn’t know you could outshine the bride.”

“I’m not buying anything you say, you know.” You gave him a look. “Enough of your flattery.”

“I don’t flatter, I tell it how it is.” They swayed a little as they walked. “Besides, seeing you like this? Think about how I feel!”

“Oh, I think about you all the time.” You stopped, flushing. “Sorry! That sounded a little weird, didn’t it?” You cringed.

“Not at all.” He laughed. “You’ve always been so caring. I didn’t deserve it at all.”

“I was also in love with you for a long time,” you reminded him. A wave of heat fell down his spine. “I shouldn’t have cared that much back when you and Christine were in cahoots.”

“I should have cared about you more.” He let his smile fall and tried to be serious. Y/N caught it, and mimicked his expression. “As it turned out, you were a staple for me. I still dream about you, sometimes. Too often…”

“That’s sweet.” You sheepishly looked away. “It’s a shame things didn’t work out between you and Christine. I actually thought for a minute that you’d come back in and sweep her off her feet; object at the last minute, you know.”

A topic change. It was just what he needed.

“Why would I do that?” he asked. “I haven’t been in Christine’s life for nine years. Charlie was. I’m not that big of a douchebag.”

“What?” You gaped. “No one said that! Stephen! I was just commenting on your lack of drama. You’re a sorcerer and you fly and you fought Thanos, but you can’t swoop in and save your lady love!”

“She’s not my ‘lady love!’” he scoffed. He shook his head. “I haven’t dreamt about her for months. If I was hurting over her wedding, I wouldn’t have come.”

“But you’ve dreamt about me?” You smirked.

He’d been trapped.

“…Yeah. Yeah, maybe.” He kept his expression neutral. “Once… or twice.” He shrugged. “I see you on a regular basis; it’s only natural.”

“Oh, yes.” You leaned your head on his shoulder. “How often do you think about love? Don’t weddings make you wonder when you’re going to find the One?”

“They make me wonder about all sorts of things.” He set his hand on top of one of hers. “Like whether or not marriage is even in the cards for a sorcerer who happens to have a history in neurosurgery.”

“Any girl would marry you.”

Stephen scoffed in good humor. You picked your head up and flashed your most mischievous smile. “Oh, easy for you to say. You’re biased.”

“Am I? Why is that? Remind me, Stephen.”

He rolled his eyes. His brain was working faster than he could process. “You all but said you hadn’t gotten over someone from our hospital days, and that you had been in love with me—”

He paused. It began to sink in the same second the words passed his lips. You were in love with him. You were still in love with him.

“There it is,” you sang softly. You didn’t seem thrilled. “Now you know.”

“Oh, my God.”

You pulled your arm away from his. Stephen felt millions of pieces click into place. He had no idea what he felt, but there was no dread or need for rejection. It was light, bubbly, fizzy. Painfully pleasant. He turned to you in an instant. “I’m sorry. You weren’t ready for that, were you? Not at Christine’s wedding…”

“Oh, my God, you’re in love with me.” He gently took a hold of your shoulders. “I—I can—I never—You—”

You put a hand to his lips. You looked around, watching the hall empty around the two of you. “Just forget about it. Alright? Forget it. I’m the maid of honor of the bride you’re still in love with.”

He shook his head fervently. “I’m not in love with the bride!”

“Well, you aren’t in love with me.” You gave him a knowing look. “I’d know. You kind of like to take control of these types of situations.”

“Y/N, please.” He did a small turn, not sure what to do with himself. What was he supposed to say? “How many times have you said this? How long have I been such an idiot?”

“Since we reconnected.” You shrugged. You seemed so nonchalant but his whole world was crashing down in splendid pieces. You began to smirk. “So maybe a year now. I’m glad you’re smiling like that. I almost believe you about not being in love with her.”

Stephen, with extreme caution, pressed his forehead to the top of your head and left it there for a moment. “We’ll talk about this later, but I…”

You hugged him back. “I hope you’re happy to hear that, Stephen. We can talk all about it later.” You rubbed his back before pulling away. “You are happy, aren’t you?”

“I am.” He had no idea what his face looked like. His dreams seemed closer to reality than ever, and he was elated. “Trust me, I am so happy.”

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faithinhome · 2 years

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Neighbor Next Door- Doctor Strange/ Female OC

18+ | Minors please DNI

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

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

Prologue

anna made her way through the crowd currently gathered at her apartment as someone rings the doorbell not once, not twice but five times now and she was starting to get frustrated.

she opened the door with an annoyed huff and raised a brow as she came face to face with her neighbor, stephen, was it?

she never admitted it to anyone, but she thought stephen strange was probably one of the hottest men she had ever laid eyes on. sure, there was a 15 year age gap but it didn't bother her in the slightest.

her heart immediately picked up pace as she leant against the frame with her arm, flashing a sweet smile, "hey neighbor.”

"hi" stephen responded awkwardly, clearing his throat. anna was dressed in a tight bodysuit that clung to every curve of her body, her neckline a little too deep. and despite being married to christine palmer, it took effort to maintain strict eye contact with the girl in front of him.

anna previously had a hoodie over that bodysuit but she’d lost it somewhere after she got a little drunk.

"um, listen" he started. "i don't mean to interrupt what's going on but it's past 11, and it's starting to get a little too noisy and me and my wife are having quite the trouble going to sleep.”

anna’s smile dropped a little when he mentioned his wife but she blinked up at him innocently.

"is that so?" she responded innocently, checking her phone. "oh gosh, i'm so sorry, doctor."

she tried to sound a little sultry at the end, with a lopsided grin.

she was a little tipsy, okay, maybe extremely drunk and it was difficult for her to get a grip on herself when pure hotness was right there in front of her, interacting with her no less.

stephen had no change in expression, so she figured she didn't come across sultry at all. "yeah so," he started. "i mean, i know it's a saturday night and the last thing you need is a 40 something year old man telling you you’re partying too loud. but if you could turn it down maybe just a little bit, we'd really appreciate it."

"no, i totally get it,” anna said. "you’re a doctor. you work incredibly hard and long hours. and so, i can do you one better. " she left the door open and stepped back into the apartment.

she grabbed her phone and turned off the music, causing everyone to groan loudly in protest.

"alright, alright" she reasoned loudly, rolling her eyes . "it's getting too late. everyone, get out!"

everyone protested and stephen stepped in, shaking his head. he approached anna and she caught a whiff of his cologne.

wow, this man really smells like sex on legs.

“hey, that's okay, that's not really necessary" he whispered softly and anna shook her head and gave him a wink.

"i remembered i have to get up early for like, a funeral or whatever" anna announced casually. "so everyone please, get out. unless you wanna help me out with rent day tomorrow. grab whatever alcohol and snacks you want!"

stephen sighed softly as everyone began to leave and he smiled softly over at anna “you really didn't have to."

“yes i did" she giggled softly, causing his smile to grow. her stomach flipped at having finally gotten a reaction out of him of some sort. "doctor strange shows up at my door with a request and i don't comply. now, that would make me a shitty neighbour, wouldn't it?"

anna could see the crease form between stephen's eyebrows as she said that. he didn't know what to make of that statement but the woman in front of him was clearly drunk so he decided it meant nothing.

he just let out a soft laugh. "that's sweet of you. and please call me stephen.”

anna smiled and nodded as she walked him out. "if you say so. but i like doctor better."

again, weird comment but strange let it slide. they eventually said goodnight to each other. and anna leant against the closed door, a grin on her face as she let out a dreamy sigh.

sam walked over to anna and flicked at her forehead, causing her to glare at her best friend.

"wake up, princess" he warned sarcastically. "there's a passed out stoner on your couch."

anna glanced over at a guy passed out on their couch in the oddest pose possible, his mouth wide opened as he drooled and snored, the last person to have stayed behind after everyone left.

"are you sure pot was the only thing he was doing?" she chuckled softly before shrugging. "it's okay, let's just let him crash. i'll see you in the morning?"

“yeah okay" sam shrugged and downed the last bit of his beer. "and you're gonna have to tell me all about whatever the fuck just happened with the doc from next door."

. . .

a/n : ok so this is my first doctor strange fanfic ever! i honestly don’t even know if anyones gonna read this and i’ve never written a fanfic on tumblr before. but i’ve been having a lot of fun writing it and i just wanted to post it on here to see if there’s anyone else that would enjoy it just as much as me!! i don’t have a schedule yet for uploading. i just wanna see how this prologue and the first few chapters do! i might also edit tags later! i will add information regarding any tag edits if that happens. but i don’t think it would be anything too big. please please let me know what you guys think if you read the prologue! and any advice on formatting or generally the fic would be much appreciated! 🥰

(also i’m probably gonna be interchanging neighbor and neighbour a lot bc i grew up with both so bare with me please!)

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shydaydreamer28 · 1 month

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An awkward Stephen still getting used to Clea making a to do over his b-day.

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couldntbedamned · 11 months

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My Headcanons for the Variant!Stephen (in relationships)

I had to dig up my google doc where I wrote these up back after ITMOM premiered and I’d watched it a few times. (One day I will organize my google docs. Maybe.)

These are just mine. Everyone else’s mileage may vary. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Defender

I headcanon that there's been a lot of turmoil in Defender’s universe as a result, life is very structured and strict. (But also it's honest about it, unlike 838, and society is actually flourishing, rather than hiding behind the illusion of a false utopia.)

Kamar-Taj and the Masters of the Mystic Arts are a little more militant. Less "working behind the scenes" and more "we're a defending presence and it's okay that others know it.” Very much with "needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few or the one" vibes.

Defender Stephen seemed like he took the advice "it's not about you" and internalized it to the extreme. (He didn’t want to kill America, it broke his heart but he couldn’t think of any other way so that’s the choice he started to make because that’s what he does. He’ll deal with the self-loathing later.)

So…

Defender Stephen is a gentle but firm Dom. Out of all the variants, he's the most strict, disciplined. Your safety is everything to him and the one thing that challenges his duty of serving the needs of the many over the needs of the few. He makes the hard choices, even when he doesn't want to. Nothing brings him satisfaction like you submitting and trusting him to take care of you.

If you trust him to take care of you and love him even knowing how inflexible he has to be in defending your world and reality, then maybe there’s hope for him after all, he thinks.

Sinister

He’s lost everything because of his own hubris and obsession so even as he wants you desperately he can't help but be a little self-sabotaging about it.

Touch-starved to the extreme, he has to be near you always, always able to touch you and ensure that you're real and not a figment of his twisted mental state.

Sinister Stephen will control and fuck you like he hates you and then afterwards be the most praising and affectionate being in the multiverse to you. He needs to know that you can see him at his worst and come through it still accepting and loving him, because sometimes he has trouble accepting and loving himself.

Supreme

If there's ever been a Stephen Strange who's a control freak to the extreme, it's Supreme Strange.

His life has been hectic, with the loss of his sister Donna and brother Victor. The loss of his hands didn't send him into extreme despair like variants but instead increased his obsession with control. He can't control his damaged hands the way he once could? Fine, he'll control everything else around him.

He's tried to surrender control, but he underestimated just how damn insufferable the team he chose for the Illuminati are. So, he quietly continues to do his own work because that group is all but useless to him.

He wants to be in control, 100%, but also wants to be praised excessively. He needs to hear how he's the best, you're so grateful, so adoring of him. It's frustrating for you, yes, but with that control he craves comes his need for validation so you're never left wanting or unsatisfied. It's not just blind praise and adoration he wants from you, he needs feel like he’s earned it.

And even when he says you can call the shots, he's definitely topping from the bottom.

Strange Supreme

Strange Supreme, my love, my He Who Can Do No Wrong, settles for nothing less than TPE. He will never, ever hurt you or make you feel less than the most cherished and precious thing in his life, but there is nothing he does not control.

Yes, thing. “I take excellent care of my possessions.”

Because you. are. his.

Give him your body, heart, mind, soul... and there is nothing he will not give you or do for you.

Destroying a universe for you is nothing to him. He's done it before and he'll do it again if it means keeping you safe and happy. (His definition of what makes you happy and your definition will probably differ, though.)

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