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bitternessismyname · 7 months
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Annoying Neighbor (Sherlock X Reader)
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Summary: after a tree branch smashes through your bedroom window during a storm your forced to spend the night at your height or Sherlock’s flat.
Warnings: none
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It was the middle of the night, and a storm had woken you up about half an hour ago. It was brutal outside, and you lived on the first floor so you could see the wind pushing the trash cans and other things around the streets. The city had decided to plant some trees on the devil strip to make the area look more welcoming. You thought it was a stupid idea, mostly because you didn't look at the devil strip when deciding your opinion on the area.
You were making yourself some tea when you heard a loud crash coming from your bedroom. Jumping up, you ran into the bedroom and saw a tree branch busted the window above your bed, and rain had already soaked the sheets. You ran to grab some trash bags, scissors, and duck tape. You cut the trash bags so they would cover more area then taped them over the window as best you could, but since the tree branch was still in your room, it was difficult to maneuver around it. You sighed. As much as you didn't want to, it seemed you would have to go to your upstairs neighbors for help. Mrs Hudson was out for the weekend, and the only other people in the building were John and Sherlock. Given how late it was, you knew that John was more than likely asleep. You just prayed that maybe due to the storm he'd be awake.
Taking a deep breath, you went upstairs and knocked on Sherlock and John's door. After waiting a few opened the door.
"Tree branch fell through your window and now you need a place to stay until Mrs Hudson can get it fixed." He wasn't asking, he knew.
"Yes." You rolled your eyes. "I know I'm going to regret asking but how did you know?"
"I heard the crash, you're also soaking and since I didn't see you go outside that means you either decided to shower in your clothes or a tree branch crashed through your window. You don't seem like a complete fool so I'm guessing it was the second option." He replied smugly.
"Yes, it was the second one. Look I don't like this anymore than you do but can I just sleep on your couch for the next two days until Mrs Hudson gets back into town? It's not supposed to rain as bad tomorrow but my bed won't be dried by then either way. I used trash bags to cover the hole as best I could but there's still a branch taking up half my bedroom." You sighed. You were so tired and all you wanted was to get some sleep. You didn't have to work the next day but you were up early due to work today and just wanted to pass out. Whether it be on your own bed or Sherlocks couch you didn't really care at the moment.
"Come on in." He moved out of the doorway to let you in then closed the door behind you. "You're soaked, I'll get you some clothes and you can go take a hot shower. I'd rather you not get sick."
"Worried about my health?" You teased.
"No, you getting sick means you spread your germs around this entire flat." You rolled your eyes at him as he led you into his bedroom where he grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a shirt that was way too long for you.
"The bathrooms right down the hall. I'll make you some tea while you're showering." He pointed to the bathroom.
"Thank you." You smiled gently at him.
"You're welcome." He went into the kitchen to start making your tea when he started thinking back to a conversation he and John had about a week ago.
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"Just admit that you like her." John badgered his friend.
"I think you are confusing me with yourself. You are the one always talking to her in the hall everytime I walk past the two of you. Honestly, should I start planning the wedding now or would you rather wait a few months?"
"Sherlock I know that you only ignore her because you fancy her. It's rather obvious if you ask me. You act like a complete show off everytime you see her. Normally if you don't like someone you just act like a git but with her you show off as if you want to impress her. I also see the way you look at her when she's not looking. You have feelings for her, you just don't know how to show it. All you need to do is something nice for her to show that you're not a complete asshole."
"Like what. It's not as if I can just ask her to dinner when she thinks I hate her. I heard the two of you talking and yes I do listen when I pass by. She thinks I hate her so if I just up and ask her on a date she's going to say no."
"Try talking to her next time you see her instead of ignoring her like you've been doing. It doesn't help you when you like someone, Sherlock. Especially when you barely know them."
Unfortunately after that John and Sherlock got stuck on a particularly hard case that took them over a week which meant Sherlock didn't get to have those conversations in the hallway like he had been hoping.
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Now you were in his flat asking for his help and he was giving it. He was going to be the most helpful neighbor he could for you to show that he actually did care. Making your tea he decided that he was going to let you take his bed for the weekend until Mrs Hudson got back.
You were in the shower enjoying the hot water beating on your chest. You didn't realize how cold you were until the hot water hit your skin making it feel like pins and needles from the cold. After letting the hot water warm you up for a while you decided to stop using all of Sherlock's hot water. You turned off the water, got out, dried off and changed into Sherlock's clothes.
You hated to admit how good he smelled. You wanted to hate Sherlock for how he's acted but you just couldn't. Something about him kept you from it. Maybe it was his sharp cheekbones, or his beautiful curly hair. Or maybe those baby blue eyes that make you weak at the knees everytime you look at them. He was mesmerizing. He was probably the most attractive man you've ever seen. But despite all of that the thing you really loved about him was how sweet he seemed to be to everyone except you. He was always so kind to John and Mrs Hudson, yes sometimes he could be a snarky handful but when he was nice he was the sweetest.
Wearing his clothes made you feel like you were being hugged by him. You never thought you craved his affection so much but now you ached for it. You wish you knew why he didn't like you.
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"How are you feeling?" Sherlock asked once you entered the kitchen where he set a cup of hot tea on the table for you. He sat across from you with his own cup.
"Better. I didn't realize just how cold I was."
"You were shivering when you were at the door, though you didn't seem to notice it."
"Well you've been very nice, thank you for all you've done."
"You're welcome. Now finish your tea then we can get you set up in the bedroom." You raised an eyebrow at him.
"Sherlock, I'm not going to kick you out of your bed. I'll take the couch, it's not a big deal. I'd be sleeping on the couch in my own flat if I had one." You were supposed to be getting a new couch a week ago but the shipping got lost and it was going to take at least another week for a new one to be delivered. You wished you had known that before throwing out your old one. Not that you could have used it anyway being as one of the legs snapped off while you were moving and it was unstable to even sit on.
"I won't hear it. You will take the bed." Sherlock didn't really know how to be kind and compassionate. This was all very new to him. All he knew is that he wanted to do something nice for you and he was going to make sure you took him up on his offer.
"Sherlock, you're being kind enough to let me use your shower, your clothes and stay in your flat. I can't kick you out of your bed."
"Nonsense. Take the bed Y/N I want you too." He insisted.
"Sherlock I don't feel right kicking you out of your own bed."
"Then we'll share the bed. That's the only way either of us are going to agree."
"I supposed that's fine."
"Perfect. I'll throw on a spare blanket just in case." Sherlock took both of your empty tea cups and put them in the sink then got the bed ready. After a few minutes you both crawled into bed.
"Goodnight Sherlock." You yawned into the pillow.
"Goodnight Y/N."
You both of course stayed awake for a while making sure the other didn't get up and go to the couch. You both knew how stubborn the other was. And of course being so close to one another wasn't easy either. All you wanted was to wrap your arms around him and snuggle into his side but you knew you couldn't so you shut your eyes and finally got some sleep.
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The next morning John went into Sherlock's bedroom when he realized he wasn't coming out anytime soon. Normally Sherlock was the first one up but today he was still in his room with no signs of him being awake.
Of course when John opened the door he wasn't ready for what he saw. You, in bed with Sherlock. Not only wearing Sherlock's clothes but also cuddling up against his chest. John quietly closed the door and notified Lestrade that they would be late. He wasn't going to ruin this moment for the two of you.
Eventually you woke up and felt something rising and falling under you. Opening your eyes you saw that you were laying on Sherlocks chest and his arms were wrapped around you. He smelled so good and he was so warm. He looked so peaceful as opposed to his normal stressed self. You didn't want to wake him, you didn't want this moment to end. You just wanted to stay like this, in his arms forever. You closed your eyes and let yourself fall back to sleep.
Sherlock woke up not long after you fell back to sleep. You were in his arms. He can't remember how this happened but it felt nice to hold you like this. You looked so...Cute. He found himself wanting to be closer to you. Looking at the clock he noticed it was well past the time he was supposed to wake up but since John didn't come wake him he was guessing that Lestrade must have called and told him that they weren't needed. He couldn't bring himself to move and wake you so he closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
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Eventually Sherlock did get out of bed, slowly and carefully not to wake you. He made his way to the kitchen where John was sitting with a smug look on his face and a cup of coffee.
"Someone had an eventful night." John commented.
"As a matter of fact I did. Y/N had a tree fall through her bedroom window so she came here to stay until Mrs Hudson gets back tomorrow morning." Sherlock said matter of factly.
"You want me to believe that I saw her in your bed cuddled up against your chest and nothing happened."
"You don't have to believe anything, that's what happened. She refused to take the bed and I refused to take the bed so we both took the bed."
"What? That makes no sense."
"I wanted to sleep on the couch so she could have the bed but she refused to take my bed from me and I refused to let her sleep on the couch so we both just slept in the bed." He explained. "What about the case?"
"I told Lestrade we would be late because I couldn't bring myself to wake you up when you looked so comfortable having Y/N wrapped in your arms." He replied.
"Okay let's get going then." He went to the closet and put on his coat.
"Aren't you going to change?"
"No, Y/N is still sleeping. I don't want to wake her. It's cold out anyway so I won't have to take off my coat. Now let's go." He insisted. John annoyingly did as he was told and left with Sherlock.
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About an hour later you woke up and looked around for Sherlock. You were sad he was no longer in bed holding you. You felt oddly cold now that you didn't have him there to keep you warm. You fell for Sherlock Holmes, you hated to admit it but it's true. You had feelings for the detective.
Getting out of bed you checked your phone and saw Sherlock had sent you a message about half an hour ago.
"Y/N, John and I got called away for work I'm afraid. Feel free to go up to your flat and get anything you might need and bring them down to my flat for the night. There's food in the fridge, help yourself. I should be back in the evening, John is going to one of his girlfriends places so it'll be just me I'll see you then-SH"
Smiling, you went to your flat and got yourself some clothes and other things you would need. Your phone charger, laptop etc. Before heading back to Sherlocks flat you took a proper shower. Going back to his flat you lounged on the couch for a while, made yourself some tea and just waited.
By late evening when he still wasn't back you were getting worried. You knew they were typically safe on cases but sometimes things could happen. Not even fifteen minutes later Sherlock came walking through the door and headed straight to the kitchen where you heard shuffling. You got up quickly and followed him.
"Oh my God Sherlock!" His face was covered in cuts and bruised. Blood was smeared all around his face where he had tried to wipe the blood away. You set the first aid kit that he pulled out and set it on the kitchen counter then got a damp cloth and started washing his face.
"I can take care of it." He insisted.
"I don't care now, head up." You commanded, washing under his chin where he had a decent cut. "What happened?" The worry in your voice didn't go unnoticed by the detective.
"A fight. It's a very long story. Thankfully John wasn't there when it happened. I told him to go see his girlfriend and I'd just head home."
"You're telling me John Watson allowed you to take a cab home like this? He's a doctor shouldn't he have done something?"
"Well, I told him I had a beautiful nurse waiting for me at home." He smirked.
"Sherlock Holmes, are you flirting with me?"
"Would you like me to stop?"
"Not at all. Let's get you cleaned up." You finished washing the blood off his face and you could see a bruise forming on his cheek. You gently ran your fingertips over it. "Your poor cheekbones."
"You could kiss it and make it better." You smiled.
"You have a cut on your lip. Would you like me to kiss that one too?"
"How could I say no." You put your hand on his good cheek and let your lips meet his. It was a brief kiss, you were too scared that you would hurt him since his lip actually was split. But He put his hand on the back of your head and deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth when you tried to inhale for breath.
"Sherlock." You gasped when he picked you up by the thighs and put you on the kitchen counter. Grabbing his hair in both your hands you pulled away. "What's happening?" You asked more to yourself.
"I have feelings for you Y/N. I didn't do a great job showing it but it's true." He confessed.
"I like you too. Obviously." You both laughed. You ran your hands through his hair playing with it and massaging his scalp.
"I would like to take you to dinner tomorrow."
"I would like that." He still had you caged in with his arms on either side of you while you sat on the counter. Slowly he leaned forward giving you every chance to reject him and when you didn't he kissed you. You linked your arms around his shoulders and enjoyed it as he slipped his tongue past your lips again so it intertwined with yours making you both moan.
"Perhaps we should get you all bandaged up before this goes too far." You suggested, panting for breath that he took.
"I think that's a good idea. I'll order us some takeaway and we can have a quiet night in."
"That sounds perfect. Now hold still while I get your poor face all fixed up."
"Yes darling." He smiled.
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imagines--galore · 10 months
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Kinktober 2023
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Hey guys this is the official master list for my Kinktober for 2023, i do applogise if there is not a post every single day, i will try my best but you know life. But i promise there will eventually be 31 fics here:
Day 1: Lether/Latex (Sherlock x Reader)
Day 2: Tittfucking (Doctor Strange x Reader)
Day 3: Hate Sex (Doctor Strange x Reader)
Day 4: Prostitution (Stephen Strange x Reader)
Day 5: Love Makling (Sherlock x Reader)
Day 6: Dubcon (Sinister Strange x Reader)
Day 7: Wax Play (Doctor Strange x Reader)
Day 8: Master and Slave (Sinister Strange x Reader)
Day 9: Stripping (Sherlock x Reader)
Day 10: Praising Kink (Khan x Reader)
Day 11: Sensory Deprivation (Stephen Strange x Reader)
Day 12: Costumes (Doctor Strange x Reader)
Day 13: Heartbeat (Sherlock x Reader)
Day 14: Orgasm Denial (Sinister Strange x Reader)
Day 15: Gags (Khan x Reader)
Day 17: Threesome (Sinister Strange x Doctor Strange x Reader)
Day 18: Spanking (Sherlock x Reader)
Day 19: Uniform (Doctor Strange x Reader)
Day 20: Food Play (Doctor Strange x Reader)
Day 21: Lingerie (Stephen Strange x Reader)
Day 22: Bondage (Sinister Strange x Reader)
Day 23: Facesitting (Sherlock x Reader)
Day 24: Toys (Doctor Strange x Reader)
Day 25: Edgeing (Khan x Reader)
Day 26: Overstimulation (Sinister Strange x Reader)
Day 27: S&M (Stephen Strange x Reader)
Day 28: Body Worship (Doctor Strange x Reader)
Day 29: Breath Play (Khan x Reader)
Day 30: Free Use (Doctor Strange x Reader)
Day 31: Dry Humping (Sherlock x Reader)
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softestqueeen · 10 days
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✧*̥˚ fic recs *̥˚✧
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here are some of my favourite fics! here are all of the fics i regularly re-read and go back to!
i will be updating this list as i go!
if you see your works here and want them removed, please reach out to me!
disclaimer: they are ALL x reader *heavy sigh*
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✧*̥˚ marvel/mcu *̥˚✧
loki laufeyson
burning words by @lokiprompts (angst/fluff)
the ceremony by @smolvenger (smut)
bucky barnes
breeding kink blurb by @buckyalpine (smut)
pick me by @buckyalpine (angst & hurt/comfort; fluff)
drabble by @buckyalpine (smut)
wanda maximoff
good morning ࿏ wm by @themidnightcrimson (smut)
natasha romanoff
one for the road by @elaci (fluff/smutty)
stephen strange
my doctor by @withalittlehoney (fluff)
good girl by @futureplayboibunnie (smut)
his medicine by @ironstrange1991 (fluff/smut)
bucky barnes & steve rogers
accidents happen by @myfictionaldreams (fluff, smut, hurt/comfort)
adventures of amy series by @girlygirl14534
miguel o'hara
all brawn by @luvrxbunny (smut)
hot and bothered by @spiderlyla (fluffy smut)
bruce banner
cuddles are the cure by @late-to-the-party-81 (fluff/comfort)
steve rogers
tomorrow by @writtenfangirl (fluff)
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✧*̥˚ bbc sherlock *̥˚✧
sherlock holmes
sidewalks of london by @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds (fluff)
the london eye by @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds (fluff)
hold me by @fallingforunrealisticromance (fluff)
brother dearest by @starks-hero (fluff)
a single touch by @bakerstreethound (smut)
safe in your arms by @classickook (fluff)
too good to be true by @teigo-the-explorer (fluff)
let the light in by @starssaroundmyscarssblog (fluff)
dear jealousy by @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds (fluff)
a case of mistletoe and presents by @bakerstreethound (smutty)
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✧*̥˚ call of duty *̥˚✧
könig
sugar daddy!könig by @yawnderu (smut)
simon "ghost" riley
soft-tummy simon riley by @lovelyghst (fluff)
pornstar!Ghost by @shotmrmiller (smut)
drabble by @xiamentshoneypot (fluff)
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✧*̥˚ actors/actresses*̥˚✧
tom hiddleston
in too deep by @thefaefiction (smut)
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✧*̥˚ authors*̥˚✧
here are some of the authors i love to read and i always go back to!
@ironstrange1991 (stephen strange) her masterlist
@buckyalpine (bucky barnes) her masterlist
@luvrxbunny (bucky barnes, miguel o'hara, moon knight, joel miller) her masterlist
@fettuccin-e (oscar isaac & pedro pascal characters) her masterlist
@bakerstreethound (sherlock holmes) their masterlist
@withalittlehoney (stephen strange) her masterlist
@melodygatesauthor (moon knight & miguel o'hara) her masterlist
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winsteria · 1 year
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This post contains fanfic recommendations for Sherlock Holmes (BBC) and Stephen Strange and his variants. I thought it would be nice to share and recommend to all of you the fics that I love! <3
Note: Most of the recommended fics are fluff, but there will be some angst too. Fics that contain smut will be marked with (S), so for those who don't read them can be aware.
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STEPHEN STRANGE
➥ Doctor Strange
✦ Karaoke Night by @annesthaeticc
✦ Uncle Stephen by @writingliv
✦ Musée de l'Orangerie by writingliv
✦ Glimpse of Us by writingliv
✦ Paper Hearts (Series) by @classickook
✦ All I Ask (Part 1) by @brunchable
➥ All I Want (Part 2) by brunchable
➥ One Dance (Last Part) by brunchable
✦ Can't Love You in the Dark by (Part 1) by brunchable
➥ Can't Love You in the Dark by (Part 2) by brunchable
➥ (S) Can't Love You in the Dark by (Part 3) by brunchable
✦ A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be (Mini-series) by brunchable
✦ Karaoke Confessions by @getlostsquidward
✦ Annoying by @spookyspecterino
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➥ Defender Strange
✦ Wardrobe Mix Up by @lykaonimagines
✦ Give Me The Reason by lykaonimagines
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➥ Sinister Strange
✦ Notes & Letters by lykaonimagines
✦ Actions Speak Louder by @geeky-politics-46
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➥ Supreme Strange
✦ My One Constant by lykaonimagines
✦ Something Interesting by lykaonimagines
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SHERLOCK HOLMES
✦ Touch Starved by @starks-hero
✦ Comfort by starks-hero
✦ Deep Water by starks-hero
✦ Dinner With the Family by starks-hero
✦ Danger Night's by starks-hero
✦ Different by starks-hero
✦ Sentiment by starks-hero
✦ I'm Here by starks-hero
✦ Meet the Parents by starks-hero
✦ His Remedy by starks-hero
✦ Darling It's Cold Outside by starks-hero
✦ Always On My Mind by starks-hero
✦ Christmas by @geeks-universe
✦ Bedside Manners by @luxwritesfanfic
✦ Don't Take The Money by luxwritesfanfic
✦ Missed You by @sherlockxreader
✦ The Case of the Unread Article by sherlockxreader
✦ I Want One by @victoriaholmeswriting
✦ The Holmes Family by victoriaholmeswriting
✦ Corpses and Roses by @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds
✦ Iridescence: A Composition by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds
✦ Soulmates by writingliv
✦ Night Terror by @fandom-puff
✦ The Feeling Is Mutual by classickook
✦ Safe In Your Arms by classickook
✦ ILY by annesthaeticc
✦ Puppy Luv by annesthaeticc
✦ Bad Hair Day by annesthaeticc
✦ Here Comes The Sun by @aephereal
✦ Pancakes by aephereal
✦ Late Nights & Violins by @daydreamtofiction
✦ Consequences by @theconsultingdetectiveswife
✦ Limerence by @galactic-academia
✦ Spiraling by @stupidthoughtsinwriting
✦ Morning Light by lykaonimagines
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Abide by my rules
I had the fantastic opportunity to work on this one-shot with @little-diable, One of the most amazing writers on this platform. This story is the product of our hard work. We hope you enjoy it ♥️
(a little treat for those readers that miss a Hard Lesson and Professor Cumberbatch)
Pairing: Professor!Benedict Cumberbatch x Fem!Reader
Summary: Professor Cumberbatch can't quite stop thinking about the most mediocre and obnoxious student he has ever had to supervise.
Tags: Smut 18+, minors DNI, oral, fingering, penetration, degradation.
Word count: 7.3k
My Masterlist -  My Taglist - @little-diable's Masterlist
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Fear? Panic? Panic was a better fit for the situation. Fear was an understatement. You weren’t sure what was worse, the fact that he was 21 minutes late or that the only comment he had left on your first chapter was, “Meet me in my office tomorrow at 4.30 pm.” You knew it was terrible, but it was just a first draft. You hadn’t had any time to prepare anything better. He must have known that with the amount of work he assigned you every week. This had all been a gigantic mistake, choosing him as your thesis supervisor (specially after the immediate revulsion he had shown upon meeting you), accepting to turn in your first chapter early because he was going to be away at a conference next week, all of it.
 The worst part? You had nobody else but yourself to blame. You had decided to pick the busiest professor in the department for your supervisor, obviously because of his international reputation. You had been the one to refuse to reach out to him for help in the past couple of months, too worried about bothering him or, even worse, having to meet him in person again. Yes, if you could have gone through your entire degree without meeting with Cumberbatch in person, you would have done it. 
An obvious reason could come to mind for such a declaration. Yet, the truth was all the opposite. Not only was he incredibly easy on the eye, and he dressed impeccably. He also always wore the most intoxicating cologne, completely suffocating any clever idea that could have ever been fostered in your brain. The truth was that you were incapable of being in the proximity of the man without making a fool of yourself, stumbling over your words, blushing, and failing to answer even the easiest question on your research. Yes, this had been all a gigantic mistake. 
Just as the clock struck 5 pm, you realised your professor was officially 30 minutes late. Maybe it was for the best, perhaps he had forgotten, or maybe he had decided to send his comments through email as was initially planned. Maybe the man walking towards you with a deadly expression stamped on his face was all a trick of your imagination, showing you the worst-case scenario. 
Your last name was spoken into the air, and suddenly you came to the sad realisation that the man in front of you, looking at you with disgust, was real and that he was asking you to step aside so the two of you could enter his office. You couldn’t help but let your eyes grow big as your brain processed the information, too focused on the beautiful navy suit the incredibly handsome professor was wearing. He cleared his throat instead of repeating his question, and you obliged mechanically, feeling warmth fill your cheeks. He didn’t seem to notice it or decided to ignore it, instead pulling a key from his pocket and opening the door. 
“Come in. I don’t have all day,” his voice echoed into the room as you hurried inside, closing the door behind you. You watched him as he took off his blazer, placed it on the back of his chair and sat down. He was slightly out of breath. “Sit down,” he ordered, and you complied once again, holding your bag with bruising strength. 
“If this is not a good time, I-“ you tried to speak politely, reaching for a last-minute miracle that would save you from what was coming.
“Don’t worry, this won’t take long,” Cumberbatch’s eyes finally met yours, and although the two of you were sitting, you felt his gaze stare you down. His look was empty and dark, almost as if you were a mere object in the way of his usual line of sight. “Regardless, you seem to enjoy wasting my time.” 
You swallowed loudly. Ouch, that hurt. “I am sorry-“ 
“Do you want to graduate?” He interrupted, his eyebrows furrowing as he studied your expression. You took a second to understand the question, unsure of whether it actually required a response. 
“Y-“ you finally tried to answer but were interrupted once again. 
“It doesn’t seem like it by the amount of effort you’re putting into your thesis,” he spat out the words bitterly before moving his eyes to a drawer in his desk, pulling a pile of papers filled with red lines out of it. 
“I am s-“ You tried to apologise as you recognised the title on the top sheet. 
“Do you know how many students ask me yearly to supervise their thesis?” He spoke over you once again, turning the pages in your direction. 
“I-“ you tried to answer. 
“Virtually every single one in your programme. Now, do you know how many I accept?” He continued, and this time, you were not sure it was worth even trying to reply. “Three,” he responded to himself. His eyes refused to meet your face again, focusing on the paper or the room. “Now explain to me why I have accepted to supervise what seems to be one of the most incompetent students in the programme.”
“I am not incompetent,” you were the one to interrupt him this time, gaining his gaze to fall onto yours once again. He didn’t miss the way your voice cracked at the end of the statement or the way your eyes had started to water. 
He narrowed his look, staring you down, suddenly closing his mouth and tightening his jaw. “That is not what this chapter tells me, Miss Y/LN.” 
“It has been difficult to work on it. I don’t have experience doing first-hand research,” you tried to keep your voice firm, but the shaking of your hands mirrored the one in your voice. 
“And you didn’t think that would have been something worth discussing with your supervisor?” His voice hadn’t lost any of its harshnesses, but his eyes seemed to give in for a fraction of a second before he looked away. 
“I-I didn’t want to bother,” you continued, closing your eyes in fear a tear would spill. 
“You know what bothers me, Miss Y/LN? It bothers me when you send me a piece of work you obviously have not spent time polishing. It bothers me when you come into my office and start weeping around because you cannot take accountability for your failures. Crying won’t help you here.” He stood up, almost as if he had to put physical distance between the two of you, appalled by your display of emotion. 
“I-“ you tried to speak.
“Stop apologising and do the work you are required to do. Ask the questions you need to ask and stop wasting my time. Mediocre people cannot take criticism. Now tell me, Miss Y/LN, are you mediocre?” 
“No,” you whispered, in a short breath, your gaze burning a hole in your lap.
“Then have a proper draft of this chapter on my desk as soon as I am back from my trip or find somebody else to babysit you because I am not a nanny. I am a professor.” You hadn’t even noticed him walking to the door as he spoke, not until the sound of the people walking down the hallway filled your ears. 
Your eyes moved to it, and you gave the man a quick nod, not meeting his gaze as you stepped quickly out of the room. You turned to him to ask whether you should reach out during his trip if you had any questions, but you were met with a door closing right in front of your face. 
It had been a whole week since your meeting with Cumberbatch, and you had been breaking your brain trying to figure out how to rewrite the chapter. You had emailed him a list of questions two days after your meeting, hoping he would be able to guide you in the right direction. 
He, however, had ignored your email, and now he was away at his conference, and you were sure he was not going to get back to you on time.
The stupid chapter haunted your dreams as you thought about having to withstand another feedback session. You wanted him to like your work so badly, watch him tell you he hadn't made a mistake by picking you, hoping he would look at you with anything but contempt. It had stopped being about the chapter itself the moment he had belittled you. It was personal now. You needed to prove him wrong. 
“I hate him.” you declared dramatically, covering your face with your hands and sighing loudly. 
“Who cares what he thinks? He is an ugly, sad old man! Is he short? He gives short man vibes,” your best friend replied, tired of hearing all about your traumatising encounter. 
“I care. He is my supervisor!” You replied in a dramatic cry, ignoring the sound of her finishing her bubble tea, “And no… he is not short… or ugly for that matter.”
The woman sitting across from you suddenly lost all interest in her drink, cocking an eyebrow as a question covered her face. “Don’t tell me you like him.”
“I just said that I hate him,” you sought to avoid the question, fidgeting with a leftover napkin.
“But do you like him?” She persisted, too knowledgeable in all things you. You didn’t answer, instead giving her an apologetic smile before covering your burning face. “Oh my god, you sick little shit. You wanna fuck the man that is making your life impossible?? Seek therapy,” she proceeded to shout once she had processed the information, ensuring every living soul in the neighbourhood could hear her. 
Panic? Terror? Panic felt like an understatement as you felt your legs shake just so slightly as you stood outside the professor’s door once again. The door in front of you opened before you could even knock, and you watched as your professor looked at you up and down before looking slightly repulsed. “I received your draft yesterday,” he spoke matter of fact as he walked back to his desk, signalling quickly at the chair in front of him. You followed him closely, sitting down silently. “I don’t know what to say to you, Miss Y/LN. I wish you all the best in finding another supervisor.” You felt your heart shatter and your stomach turn as the man in front of you went back to look at the computer next to him as if he had not just given you one of the worst news of your life. 
 “I-” you tried to speak, but only a whisper left your lips. The shaking of your body tainting your voice. 
“I don’t care,” he interrupted you just as quickly, his eyes not meeting yours at all. “Thank you for coming by,” he dismissed you. 
“You- you didn't answer my email,” you tried to bargain, feeling tears fill your eyes. 
“I was at a conference.”
“You told me to email you,” you could barely contain the anger and fear in your tone as he would not meet your eyes. 
“You had months to email me beforehand.”
“I cannot go back in time,” you broke into a desperate chuckle, failing to break the tension. 
“That is none of my business. Now, leave.” He pointed at the door, finally lifting his gaze to give you a disgusted look. 
“Professor- you don’t understand. I won’t get to graduate. The deadline for submitting a supervisor has passed. I would need to wait until next year!” You got up but continued to speak, begging him to reconsider with every word. 
“That is not my problem, Miss YL/N. Take this as a learning opportunity. Next time don’t bite more than you can chew.” He replied and walked you to his door, waiting for you to step outside just to close it on your face. 
Tears, you barely saw the door close as your vision was completely obfuscated by tears. 
You were not sure how you had made it home from uni. The whole morning blended in a blur of tears and insults as you reached out to every person in your university, trying to see if you could somehow find and change your supervisor. 
You had thought about cc’ing Cumberbatch but decided he didn’t deserve to watch your downfall. Once you had emailed every person you could think of and finally cried the last tears left in your tear ducts, you had texted your friends’ group chat, requesting a last minute drinking session to mourn the death of your career. 
Everyone had agreed immediately, always ready for a reason to drink and even more if it involved you being upset as you were far more likely to get wasted and, therefore, exponentially more fun.
You had agreed to meet at your usual bar, right between all your houses. It was small and always slightly too warm, but it had been the first place you had all hung out together, so it felt like home. 
Perhaps this night would help you to finally let go of your daunting thoughts, unable to stop thinking about the spiteful words the professor had spoken, how he had looked at you with a mixture of disgust, annoyance and something else you couldn’t quite pinpoint. Too many emotions were flooding through your system, but most of all, it was embarrassment, the kind of embarrassment that left one’s organs churning, making bile rise in their throat. 
“I missed you!” You fell into your friend's embrace, deeply inhaling the comforting, all too familiar scent of her cologne. It seemed like she could feel your desperation, squeezing you extra hard before you got to greet your other friends with a halfhearted smile and eyes filled with exhaustion. 
“Spill, what’s going on?” Curious eyes kept studying you, making heat flush through you as you nursed your first drink of the night. It took you a few moments to reply, pondering over the words, trying to word the situation that rested too heavily on your shoulders and heart carefully – but the second your eyes met the ones of your friends, you started talking, giving into the need to confess the emotions keeping your soul hostage. 
“God, he’s such an asshole. I don’t even know why I picked him as my supervisor, he’s always been horrible to me, but this is a whole new level. Now I have to find somebody else, which makes me look like a fucking failure, and it’s all because of him and his need to embarrass me as if he’s getting a prize for it.” Tears threatened to well up in your eyes, tears of embarrassment, anger and sadness. Your friends studied you with pity, squeezing your hand as a couple of shot glasses were placed in front of you. 
“It sounds like he’s into you. Maybe he is trying to push you away so he won’t give in to his feelings? I mean, come on, you’re hot. I wouldn’t be surprised if he wants to fuck you.” A chuckle left you, shaking your head at your smirking friends – the mere thought of Professor Cumberbatch being into you left your limbs quivering, pushing your thighs together in hopes of being able to distract yourself from the heat simmering deep inside of you. 
“You know what, Y/N, let’s try to forget him for today. I’m sure somebody else will take you on with open arms. It’s his loss, honestly.” And with a smile slowly spreading on your lips, you took the first shot, soon followed by another. 
The bathroom of the pub was dark, barely any light illuminated the small room, perfect for your tipsy brain to cling to a few moments of calmness. Your vision was slightly blurred, and yet it was clear enough for you to take in your reflection in the mirror. Somehow your friends had been able to distract you for the past hours, thoughts no longer occupied by the thought of your professor and his condescending words. 
Thoughts that were now finding their way back to you, racing through your mind as if the dam had been broken, no longer able to hold back. 
“Fuck.” A groan clawed through you as you closed your eyes for a moment, lips piercing into your lower lip. Perhaps you needed to tell him how you felt, how you detested him just as much, the only thing you truly shared – your mutual hatred. And even though your hatred for him was fuelled by the crush you had been fostering for the past semesters, you reached for your phone, unlocking it with trembling fingers. 
You had to blink a few times to adjust to the bright screen, opening the email app to search for his contact. No longer could you hear your conscious thoughts nor the warning bells going off, begging you to close your phone and to return to your friends, but the spiteful need to tell the professor how you feel about him had long taken over, guiding you into the open, uneasy water like a siren wanting you to drown. 
For a second, your thumb hovered over the letters it would press any second now – as if your mind got back the control over your body’s movements – a moment that passed all too quickly. 
“You know what? Fuck you, fuck you for treating me like I’m worthless, fuck you for embarrassing me, and fuck you for dropping me.” The words kept adding up, more and more lines kept forming, with a bunch of typos you couldn’t pay attention to, desperate to get this all out of your system. “Is this all just a game to you? I only picked you as my supervisor because I thought you were hot. I had no idea you would be such an asshole. Are you into the whole degrading thing? Sure, it seems like it. Did you drop me because you want to fuck me and you can’t while being my supervisor? Not a chance you are getting to fuck me, ashsole.” 
The sound of your friend calling your name interrupted your aggressive typing, making you freeze. You weren’t nearly sober enough to reread it nor to think about the consequences of this very email, so all you did was inhale a deep breath and hit send. 
POV Benedict
The uneventful day had ended as every Thursday did, at the pub with some old friends. A couple of pints and one too many jokes later, I decided it was time to head home. I was about to book an uber after failing to hail a cab for the past ten minutes when an email notification appeared on the top of my screen. 
I would have usually ignored a work email at this time, but the title read “fuck you Cumberbtch”, and it was from that petulant girl I had met earlier today. Good riddance, I thought to myself as I remembered the way she had protested after I had delivered the damming news. 
Had I been too harsh? I don’t believe so. I had tried my best to contain my emotions as I told her. Her chapter hadn’t been all that bad, but I just simply couldn’t bare seeing her again. She was all too distracting, always having that bemused look on her face when she talked to me, the way her lips were perpetually parted as she searched my eyes. It drove me mad. Good riddance. 
I finally opened the email after staring in amusement at its title for a few seconds. The mix of small and capitalised letters and the opening line confirmed my theory that this had not been sent by a sober mind. It had started innocently enough. She was angry, fuck you this fuck you that. I merely scanned through it, positively sure this did not make the cut for the top 10 hate emails my students had sent me. 
Then the next paragraph started. Surprisingly, she had been sensible enough to divide the paragraphs yet had managed to misspell my name in every possible manner, and my skimming suddenly stopped. I forced my eyes to reread the sentence. Sure, I had made it up in my mind.
My jaw tensed as my eyes went over each word for the fourth time. Fuck her? She thinks I want to fuck her? I snorted bitterly, shaking my head as I reminisced about our encounter. Sure, she was pretty, but how incredibly vain of her to think that she was of any temptation for me. Had I given her that idea? It wasn’t really my fault that she seemed to always be in my line of sight when I walked through the university hallways and those skirts she insisted on wearing… god, I could not possibly be blamed for having to take a second look. But those were all signs of curiosity, amusement at best, not attraction. I-I was positively sure that it was not that. 
Y/N had invaded my mind all Friday as I went back to read her message again and again. She hadn’t sent an apology follow-up email which was surprising. Wasn’t she scared? These were grounds for getting kicked out of the university. She should be begging for my forgiveness, showing up at my office in tears and with gifts. Yet, my office had been empty all day, and no emails from her had entered my mailbox. I found myself jumping to check every time the familiar sound pinged on my computer. Yet, her name never appeared. 
Her words echoed in my head as I looked out of my window, pensive. 
Attracted to her? Please, she couldn’t turn in a proper chapter if her life depended on it. 
I could have helped her… she did send questions. They were stupid questions. She could have answered them if she actually cared about keeping me as her supervisor. 
Maybe I could have pulled the answers out of her, in between moans even, help her find the… solution… no. Absolutely not. 
Stupid girl, with her stupid comments, putting stupid false thoughts in my mind.
I twirled the whisky in my glass mindlessly as one of my colleagues talked about his latest grant. Was it something related to Asia? Some long-term project. It had been an incredibly boring night, as these balls usually were. The faculty was required to show up early, the food was usually passable, and the alcohol was bottomless. As always, we were requested not to drink too much, to leave that to the students and to stay until the end of the award ceremony. 
This year I was in charge of presenting the “Impact Award” to the student that had the greatest impact on the department. I was given the white envelope and told to wait until the ceremony to open it. I rolled my eyes at the instructions and shoved it in my breast pocket, ready for this whole ordeal to end. 
The stupid message I had received two days before had yet to leave my mind. I had tried to ignore it but had completely failed to do so. She had somehow turned into my only constant thought. I had started to wonder whether she had managed to find another supervisor, and the thought of her succeeding turned my stomach just as much as the thought of her failing. Why couldn’t she just email me begging me for a third chance? Apologising for her stupid, inappropriate message.
I had stuck to the faculty’s corner for most of the night, barely acknowledging the room full of students. Some came to greet other professors, but obviously, nobody was stupid enough to try to speak to me. The sound of a microphone in the distance finally cheered my mood. It was almost time to go home. 
The dean was introduced by the student society president, and then the award ceremony started. The entire party crowded under the stage as prize after prize was announced. The mass of students was barely distinguishable as I kept my gaze high on the stage next to the rest of the faculty. I knew she was most likely between them, but I furiously tried to ignore that thought, in fear it would force my eyes to look for her. 
My turn finally came as a colleague introduced the prize and then me. I stepped forward, pulled the envelope out of my pocket, and opened it as the entire room grew silent. It took me a second to realise what I was reading, and only when whispers started to spread across the room I realised I had been holding my breath this entire time. 
I enunciated her name clearly, coldly, and loudly. It burned my throat as it came out, almost as if it had been stuck there for three days. I barely noticed movement around me as I tried my best to keep my expression empty, ignoring the cheering that broke out around the room. 
Somebody cleared their throat loud enough for me to hear by my side, and then is when I turned around and saw her. Saw her for real this time. My mouth opened to say something, but nothing really came out, my eyes too focused on exploring her face, her make-up, and the beautiful gown she was wearing, which showed just enough of her décolleté for my blood to leave my brain. 
Her face carried a myriad of emotions, excitement? Embarrassment? Anger? Amusement? She extended her hand towards me, and I looked at it for a second, confused, until I remembered where we were and what I was holding. I handed her the prize, her fingers grazing mine just so slightly yet setting my body on fire. Fuck. I guess. I guess I did want to fuck her. 
Your POV 
You didn’t know what it was, perhaps the glass of champagne you had drowned way too quickly, or perhaps the encouraging cheers of your fellow students, but a sense of victory began to take over your system like a thunderstorm clashing to the dry ground, animating your spirit once again. 
The professor wore an unreadable expression as he stared at you, handing you the prize as you murmured a small “Thank you, professor”. 
It had taken a lot of encouragement from your friends for you to turn up at this event, wanting to hide in your bedroom, still not over the email your drunk self had written, wondering where all that courage had come from. Deep down you had hoped for the professor to reply to it, ordering you to turn up at his office, asking you to apologise – and even though your wandering thoughts had painted a picture of you ending up on your knees, eyes staring into his, he hadn’t reached out. 
You felt his eyes on your body as you left the stage, chasing the growing distance between you two with a smirk of victory lingering on your lips. Adrenaline was rushing through you, heightening your senses, making you feel the crackling tension lingering in the air as if it was betokening a cruel end, something the mere human brain couldn’t pick up on. 
“Miss Y/LN, can I speak to you for a moment?” You froze, slowly turning away from your friends towards the tall professor. It took you a moment to snap into motion, handing your friend the prize before you nodded at him, gasping as he clamped his hand down on your wrist. The man guided you through the crowd, not paying any attention to the swooning students, taking in his handsome frame. 
There was no way out. You couldn’t escape – oh, how the tables have turned. No longer were you the victorious one, his trap had snapped shut, once again caging you against him. 
You barely got any time to take in the museum's showcases, the relics retelling stories older than any sources you had worked with so far, as you came to rest in an empty hallway. The professor’s dark gaze lingered on your features, flickering between your eyes and lips – or at least that’s what your mind tried to tell you, making you awfully aware of the way he was staring at you. 
“I’m waiting.” His voice sounded rougher than you had expected, arms crossed in front of his chest as he stared down at you. 
“For what?” You hated how small your voice sounded, not daring to speak up with the man towering over you. He had made your past weeks miserable, to say the very least, drawing tears from your eyes at any given chance, as if he needed your misery to survive, his fuel to keep on going, and yet you found yourself drawn to him. 
“How about you start with an apology, miss Y/LN? Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? Not only have you embarrassed yourself, but you could be expelled for insinuating that I want something sexual from you. Are you aware of that? You’re too naive for your own good.” Heat flushed through you, torn between arousal and confusion, unable to follow his train of thoughts as the professor crept closer with every syllable rolling off his tongue. 
It was no secret that he held a special kind of power over you, making you tremble whenever he looked at you for a second too long; it was no secret that you were long gone, unable to crawl from the grave you had dug yourself; but fuck this was something else, something you hadn’t been prepared for. 
“Excuse me? You’ve made it your mission to treat me horribly, and for what? Is this some sick game you need to satisfy yourself? Do you hate yourself so much that you treat me like I’m nothing?” Your anger was guiding you, drawing each and every word from your lips without your mind’s control. Shudders ran down your spine the second he took a step closer, front pressed against yours, wrapping the scent of his expensive cologne around you. 
“I’d be careful with my words if I were you, miss Y/LN. This schoolgirl crush of yours on me is too obvious. You should get over it quickly.” His hand found your cheek, cupping it all too gently, not fitting the harsh tone of his words. It felt as if you were stuck in some kind of simulation. His actions didn’t match his words, drawing you in closer even though he told you to distance yourself. You couldn’t reply, no longer able to put together words, your mouth felt too dry, tongue tied from the different emotions that pushed your body into overdrive. 
His thumb began to stroke your cheek, allowing your soft skin to press against his, praying to whoever was listening that he would give in, pressing his lips against yours. This was some trick of your brain. You were sure of it, unable to understand why you were into him, even though he treated you awfully. But the professor didn’t give you any more time to overthink, successfully silencing your racing thoughts with a slow kiss. 
Even though you had been praying that he’d finally kiss you, you needed a handful of seconds to give in, hand finding the collar of his suit jacket to pull him even closer. A soft moan rumbled through you as he added more pressure to his touch, with one hand finding your waist, the other still placed on your warm cheek. Your heart was racing in your chest, pounding against your ribs, trying to communicate with his. 
The professor pushed you against the wall, caging you between his broad chest and the cold wall, making goosebumps rise on your exposed arms. 
The kiss grew hungrier, and you pulled him closer if that was even possible. A moan left your throat as his hands started to move, the one on your waist reaching for your hip while the other moved to your neck. 
“This part of the museum is closed!” A voice shouted from a distance, forcing the two of you to break apart and stare at each other in panic. 
“W-” you tried to whisper that you needed to go, but he was already on the move, grabbing your hand and taking you with him. 
He led you through a myriad of empty hallways, knowing the place better than you ever could. Finally, he found the room he seemed to be looking for, a private office, and you both stood outside of it. You tried to catch your breath, realising you had been running through the building. 
He was looking at you, a severe expression covering the myriad of thoughts that were going through his mind. This was wrong, but he wanted it so bad. 
“Will we get in trouble if we go in there?” You tried to break the tension, eager to feel him all over you again. Unhappy with the newly found distance between your bodies. 
“Probably not. I know the director,” he replied in the same cold tone, “we don’t have to…” He tried to move away, but you pulled him closer by his hand. 
“I want to,” you interrupted him, reaching for his neck with one hand and for the door handle with the other, opening it. You met his lips before he could say anything else, this time taking control of the kiss as you entered the room. 
No longer could you listen to your thoughts, fully wrapped up in the sensation, the movements of his hand, how he hastily pushed you against the closed door, toying with the fabric of your dress. God, you were desperate for a few seconds of silence, wishing that you could freeze time so that your mind could catch up with what was about to happen – but time kept moving, and so did his hands.
“I can finally put your chatty mouth to use,” the words were a warning your mind didn’t pick up on, gasping in surprise as he suddenly let go of you, watching you with an expectantly gaze. It seemed as if your body perfectly understood the command, dropping to the cold floor with your eyes not leaving his once. Fuck, you’ve lost count of the number of times you had dreamt about doing this, wondering how he’d touch you, how he’d manhandle you to satisfy his every need. “Look at you, such a dumb, desperate girl. Tell me, how many times have you thought about my cock?” 
“I-” A heavy exhale left you, not prepared to speak up, stumbling over the words you wanted to speak. A humourless laugh left the professor, only interrupted by the sound of his hands undoing his trousers, freeing his hard cock. Your eyes flickered down to the hand he reached out to you, watching you with raised eyebrows. Slowly you parted your lips to spit into his palm, the palm he brought to his cock seconds later, using your saliva as lube. 
“Speak up when you’re spoken to, or are you too dumb to do even that?” You heavily swallowed before you shook your head, murmuring a soft “A lot” that seemed to satisfy the man. He stepped closer, guiding his cock to your slightly swollen lips – still bruised from your heavy makeout session – to tap your lower lip with his tip. You greedily complied, taking him into your mouth with a moan clawing through you. 
He rested heavily on your tongue, making the corners of your mouth burn within the first few seconds. The professor didn’t hold back. He fucked your mouth as if you had sucked him off numerous times before, hand placed on the back of your head, trapping you as if you were at risk of escaping. Tears blurred your vision, making it harder for you to take in the pleasure drunken expression he wore, and yet his groans seemed to satisfy you just enough to make you proud – it seemed like you were finally doing something right after all. 
“Fuck, I should have known that a girl who likes to run her mouth knows how to suck a cock. Such a slut for me, aren’t you?” You could only hum around him, unable to reply, with his cock disappearing down your throat. If you had one wish left to determine the rest of your life, you’d beg the spirits above to make you stay on your knees for the man till the last breath would pass your lips – forever addicted to the sound of his groans. “Atta girl, you’re doing so well for me. I think I’ll keep you around.”
An unfamiliar sense of pride filled your every vein, rushing through your system like a poison made to kill. Not once did you pay attention to the pain of the ground pressing against your knees, not once did you worry about the pain lingering in your lungs, making it harder to breathe. You found yourself hooked on the mere chance of making him cum, finally succeeding in doing something right – at least something he was praising you for. 
He was twitching in your mouth, eyes zoning in on the tears running down your cheeks as if rain kept pouring from the sky. It seemed like he was caught in his thoughts for a moment or two before he pulled you off his cock without another warning. And within seconds, you were pulled to your feet, hands reaching out to grasp his forearms before you could lose your balance. 
“I bet you’re soaked, dripping for me just because I finally allowed you to suck my cock.” You gasped in surprise as the professor pushed you against the table in the middle of the small room, pushing you to sit on the tabletop so he could stand between your legs. One of his hands disappeared between your thighs, smirking as he felt the fabric of your damp panties, pushing them aside to brush two fingers through your arousal-covered folds. Fuck, he definitely knew how to touch you, slender fingers making you tremble against him within seconds. “It’s pathetic how desperate you are for me, so ready to please me. I bet you’d do anything for me.” 
“Please, I need more.” Your voice sounded unfamiliar, dripping with something you hadn’t felt in a long time, an insatiable need only he could still. Without warning, he pushed two fingers into your tightness, walls clenching around him to try and adjust to the new sensation. Fuck, he’d be able to make you cum in seconds, and yet all you wanted to feel was his cock, stretching you to draw cries of his name from your lips. 
“Are you sure you want this? I need words, Y/N.” It was the first time he hadn’t called you by your last name, and yet you couldn’t focus on the fact, only sobbing a quiet “Yes” in hopes that he’d finally fuck you. He pulled his fingers from you, bringing them up to your lips to watch you clean his digits with your tongue, set on following his every command. The professor fumbled with his wallet, pulling out a condom he ripped open with his teeth, struggling to stop his smirk from widening as you took it from him with shaking fingers, rolling it down his cock. 
His mouth met yours, perhaps he wanted to silence you, keeping your moans bottled in as he pushed in all too slow – savouring the moment; perhaps he wanted to remind you of the power he held over you, tongue battling yours; but perhaps he simply wanted to kiss you, feeling you as close as humanly possible. His cock perfectly stretched you, making you gasp at every movement of his, pulling out only to push in faster, body meeting yours with every ferocious thrust. 
The world could end right there, and then, earth could stop spinning to make those who were holding the higher ground lose their power, and yet you would never think of parting from him again, praying that this moment would stay like this forever. Fuck, this crush would only get worse over the following weeks and months – should he decide to keep you around after all. 
“Don’t you dare close your eyes.” It was a silent warning, clawing through him like the moan that left you struggling to follow his command. His eyes pierced into yours, making this moment feel even more intimate – if that was even possible – unleashing the fire simmering inside of you, burning through you to leave holes for his poison to seep into your soul, binding you to him with the darkest kind of magic. 
Your walls fluttered around his cock, you’d cum all too soon, cutting the moment short with his name leaving your lips like a silent prayer. But it seemed like this was what he was chasing after all, finding a sick pride in the way he was making you feel, forcing you to bow for the man who was making your life a living hell. 
His thumb found your bundle of nerves, circling your clit at a fast pace matching his thrusts, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You tried to lean in for another kiss, but you couldn’t move, body tensing up to keep you in place, not allowing you to move closer. 
“Be a good girl and ask for it. Use your words, love.” Fuck, the pet name left you choking on your air, teary eyes getting lost in his. You nodded your head, teeth buried in your lower lip to try and hold on, not daring to cum just yet. 
“Please let me cum, please, professor.” He took his time replying, letting his free hand wander up to your neck, burying his fingers in your skin as he studied your features. There was something about his gaze that left you panting, wanting to hear his every thought keeping his mind occupied. And with a soft “Cum”, he allowed you to let go, crying his name as your orgasm rocked through you, face buried in the crook of his neck. He followed you soon after, burying himself deep inside of you as a string of praises left his lips for the first time that night. You could barely hear any of it, your mind too foggy from the overwhelming orgasm. 
Suddenly he moved, pulling away from you and stepping aside, taking off the condom and fixing his suit. You immediately felt the need to reach for him, the room's cold air suddenly highlighting the incredible feeling of his body in yours, his hands against your skin. It was gone now, and you were not sure you were willing to let go of it just yet. 
“P-” you tried to call for him, unsure of what you even wanted to say. 
He interrupted you before you could continue, not even turning around to look at you, “You should go. I am sure your friends are looking for you.” 
Ouch, you thought, understanding that this was a one-time thing. That this had not meant anywhere as much to him as it had to you. A soft exhale left your lips as you tried to hide the disappointment, fixing your dress. He was still giving you his back, so you walked to the door, ready to leave. 
As you reached for the handle, he spoke again, bringing some life back into your system. “Y/N…” you held your breath, scared that any movement would ruin the moment, “if you’d still like me to supervise your thesis. I’ll gladly do it… we can schedule a meeting to go over your chapter….” 
You couldn’t help but smile and bite your lip in excitement, sure he couldn’t see any of it from your back. “I will email you.”
“I look forward to your email,” he replied as you walked out of the room, closing the door behind you.
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No Way (Stephen Strange x wife! Reader)
Summary: All hell breaks loose, like they said right?
Warning: It's Stephen, who doesn't love him? slightly injured, No Way Home spoiler alert for those who haven't watched it yet, fluff, mention of other injuries, special appearance,
As usual, forgive me if there are any language mistakes or confusing storylines.. also forgive me if there are grammatical mistakes.. English is not my first language
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You were married to Stephen while he was still working at Metro General Hospital and were with him when he had an incident that made him decide to head to Kathmandu to find a way to recover both hands so he could return to work as a Neurosurgeon. Too much happens as Stephen tries to recover his hands. No matter how much the surgery costs, he still wants to try to get his hands back to normal. And you, with a good heart and a patient person, try to help your husband in all the challenges you both face
So you with no choice decided to follow him to Kathmandu. And that's where all the stories begin and your new life changes. Stephen became a Sorcerer, fighting Dormamu and taking over as Sorcerer Supreme due to the death of The Ancient One and also helping Thor and Loki find their father in Norway.
How about you? well you and Wong became close friends as well as Mordo but it was only for a while because Mordo chose to go and make his own way so it's only you and Wong who still communicate but due to the things that always happen in Kamar Taj, it's quite difficult also for you to spend your time with your husband and friends.
And most surprisingly you and Cloak seem to have become good friends where Cloak will usually go to you if it is bored with Stephen or just Stephen being an ass which is sometimes. And often Cloak will put itself on your thigh like a blanket or your shoulder as if it wants to be pampered. So it's no wonder if Stephen sees Cloak with you because he knows that his relic will surely pamper you like a dog that wants it's owner attention.
But then, you usually spend your time teaching your students online in the library at New York Sanctum A. K. A your new home. So you are always alone and do your own work as a lecturer. Let me say that, you are also studying mystic art but not always because of your work as a lecturer which is often busy and also because of your students who can be said to be quite challenging as if teaching a kindergarten class. But, you still know some simple spells like opening a portal, or making things float towards you. So that's pretty easy for you too.
Oh yeah, i forgot...I haven't talked about Infinity War yet. Yeah, where Bruce Banner falls from the sky and destroys the roof of the Sanctum. sheesh.. there is a lot of money to be spent to repair the roof of the Sanctum but why be surprised? Kamar Taj students can fix it while Stephen, Wong, Bruce and Tony solve this Infinity Stones thing.. plus with you who are still confused about what happened because of this sudden thing.
"You have to stayed here.. it's dangerous outside.. I don't want anything to happen to you, yeah?" Stephen said while holding your face with both hands gently.
"Oh, you better come back safely, Stephen.. I don't want to see any cuts or scratches on you otherwise you sleep outside" you said sternly while frowning as your hands held Stephen's hand which was still holding the side of your face
And the next thing you know, an Alien comes and kidnaps your husband while Ironman and Spiderman come and try to save your husband and that was the last time you heard from your husband.
Welp-that happened 5 years ago.. where everyone in the world experienced a rather shocking situation where almost all life in the Universe turned to dust, including your husband. Lucky for you, you are not one of those dusty people.
But still, for you, half of yourself has disappeared with Stephen. You have started to feel down, you have started to distance yourself from other people.. and only Wong can give you a little motivation to continue living. The moment when the news of your husband's loss came out of the mouth of Steve Rogers who came to the Sanctum just days after the infinity Stones thing happened you started busying yourself from the outside world with work.
You have started working overtime until you forget to take care of yourself. Also, you don't realize that you have lost a lot of weight. And luckily, Wong noticed your change and tried to help you by advising you to eat and so on.
The thing happened for 3 months and that was 5 years ago. And now everyone is back to normal.. but still, the news of the death of Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff still remains in everyone's mind.
" I'm old now" you said in a soft tone to Stephen as you put your head on Stephen's chest after your 'best' night.
"yeah but I'm still older than you" replied Stephen smirked while stroking your hair gently.
"traitor"
( don't ask me about the age..)
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So! now the real story is about to begin. So you know who Spiderman is because you met him at Tony's funeral a few months ago. And you know that he is a good teenager, and caring and also has a heroic spirit. So for you it is not a problem because you know that every teenager has their own advantages and disadvantages.
And you also understand the side of today's teenagers because you also have students who are quite ok for you and some who are not right with you. But for you it's just ok. You don't even care as long as you can teach them so that they can continue their lives after finishing their studies is pretty good.
But for you Peter is different from the students you usually teach. He is a smart and independent person but sometimes he is a bit clumsy but that is not a problem because some teenagers are still not comfortable with their surroundings. Peter is also a shy person and is quite polite with the people around him. The way he talks is also a bit soft and a little stuttering because he's probably still shy but that's not a problem either because when you get to know him you immediately treat him like he's your child.. after all that's the way you treat kids and teenagers these days.
Back to the story, so the whole of New York is in chaos when the news about Quentin Beck or better known as Mysterio has spread all over New York plus maybe the whole world through his last footage of Spiderman killing him and saying Spiderman who controls all the drones to attack the population around And the most surprising thing is that Mysterio has also spread the identity of Spiderman to the entire population of New York and said that the true identity of Spiderman is PETER PARKER.
And of course you and Stephen know about this from the news that has been playing on TV. You start to feel sympathy for Peter and his family because he has to deal with this situation. And you believe that he is not a murderer or a criminal but just a teenager who was slandered by Mysterio because of his murder. You can feel that Peter's future is threatened by criticism and threats from the media or people around him.
And what happened after this was really beyond your expectations.
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"I told you, you should check again.. see what happened now?" you said while looking for a thick sweater in the closet to wear.
"oh please, I've checked ok... but I didn't expect the Rotundas Getaway was connected to Siberia" replied Stephen who was leaning against the door of your shared bedroom while rubbing his cold neck.
You see, Stephen's carelessness has caused the entire Sanctum to be filled with white snow that has been blasted into the Sanctum through the Rotundas Getaway which has accidentally connected with Siberia and has filled every room with snow. ALL THE ROOMS ARE FILLED WITH SNOW.
Coincidentally, Christmas is getting closer which doesn't mean this is part of the Christmas decorations.. In addition, with the growing cold and thick snow, Stephen and Wong wasted no time looking for students who are willing to volunteer to shovel the thick snow in the Sanctum living room.
And the lucky thing is that your shared room isn't filled with snow so it's kind of nice too because it's where you both sleep but that doesn't mean the cold isn't there either. This has been happening for almost 3 days and Stephen and Wong are trying to fix the situation in the Sanctum.
How about you? welp- you also tried to help Stephen and Wong but because Stephen was haunted by guilt, Stephen kept rejecting your offer to help him even though you insisted on helping him too and besides you don't have any class to teach.. now it's the holidays. Of course, your 'lovely' students have returned to their hometowns.
Because you insisted on helping, Stephen finally had to give in and let you help him. So, the more people do the work, the sooner this ends, right?.
"yeah, just 'check' it. Next time check with your eyes, don't just use your mouth." you murmured while sighing heavily and smoky because of the extreme cold.
"aww, don't be like that. Anyway, this thing is under control, I'm sure this situation will end soon." Stephen said and walked over and started hugging you from behind, hoping to add warmth so you wouldn't get cold.
"I know, but still.. next time you must check properly and make sure that there is nothing wrong with what happens next time. Don't just work carelessly, understand?" you said with a firm tone while rubbing both of Stephen's arms.
"okay ma'am," replied Stephen and kissed your hair gently.
No matter how great and brave Stephen is, he is still afraid of his wife. He really can't imagine your angry face. For him that is very badass and at the same time scary. that's what Stephen likes. Yes. The scariest and cutest wife that Stephen adored.
"don't always say ok if you don't even do your work, Stephen" said Wong in his hoarse but firm tone as he was carrying his heavy bags towards the Sanctum living room.
" and where do you want to go? The work here is not done yet" said Stephen loosening the hug and allowing you to walk into the bathroom to change clothes.
" you see, I have things in Kamar Taj for a few days because of my duty as Sorcerer Supreme so I'm not here for a few days until the things in Kamar Taj are finished.. and I want what happened in this Sanctum now to recover and I hope nothing happened as long as I wasn't here, understand?"said Wong while pointing his finger at Stephen.
Wong is really familiar with Stephen's personality and he is already familiar with it. So whatever happened before, he will definitely know who masterminded all that happened, no matter the matter involving duty or a spell that went out of control because all the evidence will definitely be directed at Stephen.
Stephen sighed and walked towards the door of his room and looked at Wong with an innocent face.
"Come on, Wong. Don't worry about all that, besides, nothing will happen as long as you're not here. Everything will be fine," replied Stephen.
Wong looked at Stephen for a long time while raising one eyebrow. He wouldn't be fooled by Stephen's sweet words because he knew that as long as he wasn't in Sanctum there would be trouble. And he also believes that with you being with Stephen, you will definitely keep Stephen under control.
"I don't trust you but I believe that your wife will make sure that nothing happens as long as you stay in this Sanctum and do not do anything related to dimensions or spells or else you will be in a dangerous situation" warned Wong firmly.
"oh please, you know that I-"
"The most famous person in the world. I know. " interrupted Wong without looking at Stephen before opening the portal and then walked across the portal carrying several luggage bags.
Stephen sighed heavily. The bathroom door was thrown wide open by you as soon as you finished changing into a thick sweater. You looked at Stephen confused.
"What's wrong? "you asked before walking up to Stephen with a confused face.
"well- you know that Wong always warns me right? yes.. that's why" replied Stephen before conjuring two cups of hot cocoa for him and you.
"I see.. well, what Wong warned you is true. You have to take care of yourself so you don't get into too much trouble. And you're lucky because I have to take care of you or not, I don't know what will happen in Sanctum later" you replied before taking a cup of hot cocoa from Stephen's hand and sipping slowly. Then, the sweet and warm taste continues to soothe your freeze and dry throat and warm your cold body temperature.
"I'm not a little boy to take care of" complained Stephen.
"yeah.. whatever you say you're still my boy" you said sweetly before walking out of your bedroom.
"I like that sound of that" replied Stephen and walked out of the bedroom and was followed by Cloak who had been at the end of the room from behind before landing on Stephen's shoulder.
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"Is all this for a holiday party?"asked Peter confused as he looked around the Sanctum's living room filled with snow as soon as he set foot inside the Sanctum.
Wong who wearing a thick sweater placed the last of his bags on the snowy floor before closing the portal and then looked at Peter with a fierce expression on his face.
"No. One of the rotunda gateways connects to Siberia. Blizzard blasted through." Wong replied quickly.
An abrupt swoosh can be heard. Doctor Stephen Strange floats down the stairs through his Cloak of Levitation, holding a mug, wearing a sweatshirt and an anorak. Its blue color resembles his usual mystical outfit. At first glance, it will definitely look like a father who is trying to get along with teenagers.
"Because someone forgot to cast a maintenance spell to keep the seals tight."replied Stephen lazily before he landed on the snowy floor and almost slipped as soon as he landed.
"Don't say that to Wong, Stephen. You should have done the work as Wong told you before" you said slowly going down the slippery stairs due to the snow and ice.
"That's right, because he forgot I now have higher duties. thanks Y/n" replied Wong.
"Higher duties?" asked Stephen, pretending to be confused.
"The Sorcerer Supreme has high duties, yes." replied Wong with a firm yet gentle tone.
Peter who had been standing watching the conversation of the three adults began to interrupt.
"Wait, I thought you were the Sorcerer Supreme?" Peter asked confused as he pointed his finger at Stephen.
"No. He got it on a technicality, 'cause Stephen blipped for five years and made Wong to take over as Sorcerer Supreme."you said with a small smile as if trying to make Stephen jealous. (But then again, he's really jealous but on the inside..wink)
Peter then looked at Wong with a sign of understanding after what you said just now.
" Oh. Well, congratulations." said Peter with his sweet smile.
Wong nodded in thanks. At least, there is someone who appreciates him as much as you. After all, Wong had worked hard during Stephen's absence in the previous year. He also has many services as long as he takes the rank of Sorcerer Supreme in order to protect the universe and this dimension.
"If I'd been here, then I'd-"
"-burned the place down. " Wong interrupted without missing a beat before walking past Stephen and looking at the two students who had been shoveling snow since the beginning "You two, no one said, 'Stop shoveling!'"
With a jerk, the two students continued to scoop up the white snow quickly. Stephen was silent for a moment. Maybe still thinking about what Wong said a moment ago. You looked at your husband who was still silent before turning your gaze towards Peter who had been listening to the conversation between the three of you. Too bad he waited so long. You sighed lightly.
" Steph? " you called softly as you gently patted Stephen on the shoulder.
Stephen jerked and looked down at you. " yeah"
You tilted your head as if to point at Peter who was still standing waiting for his turn to speak. Stephen quickly understood your meaning and looked at Peter with his hand still tightly gripping the coffee mug.
" So Peter, to what do i owe the pleasure?
And there goes to Peter telling him the problem he is facing in the hope that Stephen can turn back the time before Mysterio revealed his identity to the public. It's quite sad, because not only is he the target of the media, but his family and close friends are also affected. Even sadder, Peter was unable to continue his studies at MIT or any other educational institution because his identity was revealed as a murderer.
For them, they didn't want the killer anywhere near them nor did they want him as a student. Even more sad, his best friend and girlfriend were also affected and rejected because they were close friends of Peter. The irresponsible party is cruel and so is the 24-hour media that only wants to make the current situation worse.
"Peter... we tampered with the stability of space-time to resurrect countless lives. You wanna do it again now just because yours got messy?" Stephen said supportively. Yes, he did feel sorry for the young man but, without the Time Stone, he couldn't do anything to help Peter.
"This isn't... it's not about me. I mean, this is really hurting a lot of people. My... my Aunt May, Happy... My best friend, my girlfriend, their futures are ruined just because they know me, and... they've done nothing wrong." Peter pleaded. His eyes began to show sadness.
You who heard the two of them talking earlier started to feel sorry for Peter. Peter is just a boy. He didn't do anything. But, just because of that person's greed and hatred, the hope of a victim is shattered without end.
What Peter went through was too big and dangerous. Because not only the media make this situation worse, but the government does the same. Just because a hero called the Avengers makes a mistake, the government and the people will no longer believe in their safety anymore.
You looked at Stephen with a compassionate face. Begged him so he could help Peter. Stephen looked at you. He really can't go against your look. He knows, every time you give that look. He will definitely lose to you. He is afraid of you but at the same time he loves you. He doesn't care if you don't have magic or work as a university lecturer, he still loves you and obeys you.
Stephen looked at Peter and sighed heavily.
"I am so sorry, but... even if I wanted to... I don't have the Time Stone anymore"said Stephen with a disappointed tone because he was unable to help Peter no matter what the situation. The Time Stone has already been returned to the past so Stephen can't do anything else.
You sighed heavily. "I really want to help you and your friends for university matters, but unfortunately I'm not the person who has the power for university matters.. I'm just a lecturer. If I'm in power, of course I'll help you all. I'm sorry." you said, nodding sadly.
Peter who seemed to have hope began to drop his hope. It's true what they say, Stephen can't do anything if the Time Stone isn't there to turn back time and you're not a powerful person when it comes to the university where you teach. So all the hopes he had started to drop.
Peter nodded slightly. "That's right"
You and Stephen nodded in unison. Peter paused for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh.
"I'm really sorry if I... wasted your time." continued Peter in a tone of disappointment plus sadness.
You and Stephen shook your heads in unison as you waved your hands in the air.
"N-No, you didn't..."
"it's okay, you're not wasting any time"
"It's okay, Stephen.. Mrs Strange"
"No Peter, I really want to help you but I can't do anything about your education. I'm not the one to solve the university thing. But I really want to help you" you said walking up to Peter and holding Peter's hand and caressing his hand as if a mother was persuading her child.
Peter held your hand and looked at you with a sad face but managed to hide it with his sweet smile.. "Just forget about it. Mrs Strange..it's ok"
You looked at Peter for a long time before nodding slowly and letting go of Peter's hands. You then slowly walked over to your husband's side but your eyes were still on Peter. Feelings of pity and wanting to help still open up in you. But if Peter says that, you have to follow what he wants. You have treated Peter like your own son so the feeling of motherhood is still strong inside you. Even though you and Stephen are not blessed with children yet, so it's not wrong if you treat children like your own children, right?
Peter looked at you both and repeated the sentence he said to you again.
"Just forget about it, I think I can manage with what's happening now" said Peter in a tone trying to be strong.
Stephen nodded and sipped his hot chocolate. You looked at your husband with a pitying expression on your face.
"Oh, he will. He's really good at forgetting things." Wong said suddenly as he lifted several bags into the portal.
This causes a temporary enlightenment in the Bleecker Street magician's mind, as he points at his companion. You looked at Stephen and Wong confused as Peter looked at Wong with a frown.
"Wong. You've actually generated a good idea." said Stephen looking at Wong with raised eyebrows.
Wong looked at the Master Of The New York Sanctum confused.
"What?" Wong asked raising an eyebrow.
"The runes of Kof-Kol." Stephen said in a suggestive tone.
"The runes of Kof-Kol?" you and Peter said in unison in confused tones.
"Oh, it's just a standard spell of forgetting. Won't turn back time, but at least people will forget that you were ever Spider-Man." replied Stephen looking at Peter and you while swinging his mug of hot chocolate in the air.
Peter with his hope reappeared. With light up eyes looking at Stephen, he looked at Stephen as if Stephen was his idol.
"seriously? Thank-"
"No. Not seriously. That spell travels the dark borders between known and unknown reality. It's too dangerous." said Wong with a firm tone. He looked at Stephen sharply.
You looked at Stephen and Wong at the same time with a worried expression on your face. Even if you don't know much about magic, you know what Wong warned is dangerous. What the Spell that crossed Stephen's mind was indeed dangerous. It doesn't matter if it's a little or a lot, you keep an eye on Stephen if he uses any spells every time you're with him.
Stephen snorted and looked at Wong. "God, we've used it for a lot less. Do you remember the full moon party in Kamar-Taj?"
The moment you heard those words, you automatically blushed hard and had to hide your face on Stephen's shoulder while your arms hugged Stephen's side. You know what happened at the Moon Party's in Kamar- Taj. Only you and Stephen know about it. And we're not here to talk about that, right?
"No"Said Wong frowning and looking at you who was still hiding your face on Stephen's shoulder.
"Exactly." replied Stephen casually.
"Come on, Wong. Hasn't he been through enough?" Stephen looked at Wong with a pleading expression.
Wong looked at Stephen with a stern expression before he looked at you who were still hiding on Stephen's shoulder and looked at Peter. Not long after, a portal appeared behind Wong that led to the Kamar Taj.
"Just leave me out of this." Wong said hesitantly before stepping into the portal. But his eyes are still on Stephen and you.
Stephen raised his eyebrows. "Fine?"
"Fine.. Y/n, take care of your husband.. if anything weird and dangerous happens feel free to be angry with him." said Wong with a tone of suggestion plus advice as if he were a father-in-law advising his daughter-in-law.
You raised your face to look at Wong. Immediately, you nodded. The "technical" Sorcerer Supreme's portal closes. The "practical" Sorcerer Supreme smiles at Peter. While you looked at them both with a worried face. You then slapped Stephen's arm hard while looking straight into Stephen's eyes.
"Ow, what was that for?" said Stephen, starting to distance himself from you. As soon as he looked at your sharp face, he began to swallow his saliva slowly.
"Do you need to mention about the Full Moon Party in Kamar Taj?" You reprimanded in a firm tone of voice.
"Don't worry, he won't know" said Stephen teasingly but cautiously.
"He will know later. Knowing Wong, he will be able to figure things out quickly. What if he bans me from coming to the Library?" you said angrily.
"I'll make The runes of Kof-Kol again. Easy" said Stephen as he walked closer to Peter and changed his clothes to his usual tunic with a spell.
"Please be careful with that spell, Stephen.. I'm worried what will happen to us later" you said with a pleading tone of advice.
Stephen looked at you then pointed at Peter and told Peter to go to the basement first before Stephen slowly walked towards you. His arms wrapped around your body and he placed his chin on your head and kissed your hair softly while inhaling the smell of your hair lovingly. You hugged Stephen tightly and inhaled the smell of Stephen's body where there was a slight smell of hot chocolate and mint as well as the smell of old books. A smell that for you is quite comfortable and can be called a safe place.
" you don't have to worry, I promise I'll be careful.. If you need me just shout my name and I'll come in an instant.. ok? "said Stephen while stroking your back gently and lovingly.
You lifted your head from Stephen's chest and looked at Stephen's face. Your right hand let go and caressed Stephen's sharp cheekbone.
"It's not that I don't believe you, but you also know that I sometimes worry about what you do. That's why I'm worried that if something happens, who will help you later? Even though I don't know much about magic knowledge or cloak relic that can floating and living, I'll still help you no matter where you are." you said while peck Stephen's lips.
Stephen hummed as he grabbed your neck to kiss your lips for a long time before looking at you and loosening his embrace from your body and pulling back to look at you with his signature ego look.
"The way for you to help me is to just to be in bed" Stephen winked before he dramatically turned and walked towards the basement with the cloak swinging behind him.
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You close your laptop slowly before getting out of bed and start reaching for the cable to charge your laptop. You stretched your body and yawned a little before walking back to bed to plug the charging cable into the laptop. You then intended to make hot chocolate again in the kitchen so you took the empty mug and walked out of your and Stephen's room. The Sanctum was quite quiet right now. The students who helped shovel the snow must have been resting for a while. You know they have been shoveling snow for a long time so it is not wrong if they want to rest for a while. And strangely, there was no sound at all from the underground where Stephen and Peter were now. Perhaps the process of the runes is quite long to make.
So you plan to make hot chocolate for the two students. Slowly you walk on the slippery floor. Carefully step your feet so you don't slip. As soon as you reached the Sanctum stairs, you immediately held the stair rail tightly with your right hand. You look for the two students who are not shoveling in front of the stairs. Weird, you're going down slowly.
All of a sudden, the Sanctum began to shake as if there was a massive earthquake causing your hand grip on the rail to slip and you immediately slipped down the slippery stairs before landing with your head hitting the corner of the stairs hard causing your vision to blur and have a black spot in the corner your eyes.
"Mrs Strange!" screams were heard simultaneously, which to you were the voices of two students who volunteered to help shoveling snow there.
Your blurry vision that was getting darker and darker was only able to see the shadow of the two students before your eyes closed, your eyes managed to look at the third shadow behind the student. A glimpse of black and bushy hair. And with that, your vision darkened as if you had fallen into a dark ocean.
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Voices as if people were talking faintly sounded in your ears as soon as you started to wake up from unconsciousness. Your head is throbbing as if there is a drum in your head causing your headache to become painful. Of course this will cause you an extreme headache later. Your eyes began to open slowly as you flinched when the voice that was faint to you earlier became clear. You whimpered a little in pain as every sound made your head hurt. Immediately everything was silent.
You open your eyes and look around. It turns out that where you are now is your and Stephen's room. You tried to get up but suddenly a black figure quickly rushed to the side of your bed and grabbed your arm and back as if it was trying to help you sit up. You looked at that black glimpse.
"Stephen?"
'Stephen' looked at you strangely and confused before releasing his hold on you as soon as you were in a sitting position and pulled back but his eyes were still on you.
"Stephen? I'm Sherlock. Not Stephen. John, what is she saying?"Said 'Stephen' or known as Sherlock with a British accent looking to the man with sand blonde hair, short and dressed in a black jacket and black jeans who was standing not far from where the two of you were.
"Sherlock I think she's still semi-conscious-"
"-I'm fully aware ok. I'm not unconscious anymore. So I know what I'm talking about. And who are you anyway? Why is Stephen or Sherlock if you want to call him wearing clothes like this? As far as I know his hair is not curly like this." you said looking Sherlock up and down.
The man with sandy blonde hair approached you both slowly.
"My name is John Watson and I don't understand what you are saying right now. All we know is that we are solving a case and suddenly, here we are." John explained to you.
" and I am not the Stephen you say." replied Sherlock lazily as he rolled his eyes.
"Sherlock!" John insisted angrily as his eyes were fixed on Sherlock.
"It's true what I said. She keeps calling me Stephen. I don't know why." Sherlock replied.
"yeah but this is not the time to argue about that. Right now we have to think about how we want to go back to 221B" said John looking at you.
"I'm sorry if I interrupted. But what do you mean that you and he are suddenly here?" you said confusedly to the two men.
John looked at Sherlock with a face you couldn't read. Sherlock looked at John for a long moment before he let out a heavy sigh. John must have thought that Sherlock must have some sort of solution to this.
"I'm afraid I don't know how the two of us are here. All we know is that there's a flash of colour and the next thing we know we're in this 'museum'," explained Sherlock while running his hands through his curly hair.
You looked at the two of them for a long time before sighing heavily. It seems that this may have something to do with the spell that Stephen made. Nothing but this must have happened when Stephen made the spell.
" I think I know how to help you two. I have to go and see my husband.. " you said starting to get up but stopped when Sherlock grabbed your shoulder to sit back down.
You looked at Sherlock confused. Sherlock cocked his head to the side as if to indicate something. You looked at what Sherlock meant and gasped as you saw your right leg wrapped in a white bandage.
"I suggest you don't need to walk for a few weeks. You sprained your ankle when you fell down the slippery stairs so I've bandaged your leg and treated your head. Nothing serious, you might just have a headache but that will go away with time," explained John in doctor mode.
"oh, thank you for helping me. It seems we have to wait for Stephen to come to the room, then we can help you" you said.
Sherlock and John nodded. The atmosphere in the room was quiet again. Only the sound of motorcycle and car engines can be heard from outside the Sanctum even though it is muffled because of the windows but you can still hear how busy New York City is. Sherlock and John who were still confused by the current atmosphere seemed to have relaxed a little with the quiet atmosphere. Maybe that's what they want. Quiet and peaceful.
Maybe with the current situation, this is the best time for them to think of a way to go home. You looked at Sherlock who was now at the window looking at New York City with a frown on his face. He was definitely not used to the atmosphere of a big and noisy city compared to where he lived. Maybe?
Sherlock's face, which is indeed similar to your husband's face, makes you amazed at how different and the same they are when they stand next to each other. His clean shaven face without any goatee, even his curly hair that looks soft makes you want to run your fingers through his hair a few times just to feel how soft his hair is.
The way of wearing it is quite different compared to what your husband wears. The black trench coat and blue scarf look neat tied around his neck, probably because he doesn't want to get cold. But, no matter how different he is from your husband. You remain faithful to your true husband until the end of your life. Maybe Sherlock will find a girl like you? we don't know. Love doesn't always come rolling, what we need to do is find true love.
"so umm... Are you two partners or colleagues?" you said suddenly trying to make a conversation.
John looked at you before clearing his throat. " we can be said to be colleagues but we are also flatmates. Although, Sherlock's behavior is quite  rude, we are still friends. He trusts me and I trust him. Although some people think we are umm.. more than friends. But, it's not true. I'm a married man and Sherlock has a girlfriend, so over time the rumors just...disappeared"
You raised an eyebrow. Sherlock has a girlfriend?
Sherlock looked at you for a moment before looking back at the window. "yes, is there a problem?"
You shook your head quickly. " no no. John just said your behavior is a bit rude but it doesn't mean you can't afford to have a girlfriend. You are just like my husband, Stephen.. although his behavior is a bit cocky and his ego is a bit high, he knows how to take care of a woman who he calls his wife" you smiled to yourself.
Sherlock was speechless. His eyes were still focused on the outside of the window before he slowly turned his gaze towards you.
"Her name is Y/n. Yeah, you're just like her. Strong but she knows her limits. Fierce but kind at the same time. Likes to help others a lot. That's what I like about her. Stubborn too. That's the reason why I'm not surprised to see you is because to me you are just like her. There is no difference, only the way you throw your words is different. She is more soft but firm and you are more firm but soft." Sherlock said softly, his hand in his pocket gently stroking the black box.
You were stunned by what Sherlock said. It turns out that he admires the girl he loves without realizing it. The verse that is said to be arranged is beautiful like a poem. He really loves that girl. Even if the girl has the same name and face as you, no matter how different the version of Stephen in this universe is, it will definitely be united with the girl they really admire. And that girl is you.
You looked at John who was looking at Sherlock with his mouth slightly open. "What's wrong, John?"
John jerked away from his gaze and looked at you, his head a little closer to your ear. And then he whispered.
"this is the first time he admitted that he loves Y/n to someone else. All this time it was all done quietly and in his own way. So this is a bit of a surprise to me. He never told what 'our' Y/n is like to anyone but me " explained John in a whisper. Worried that his statement was heard by Sherlock who was now still in his own mind.
You nodded in understanding and looked at Sherlock. John pulled himself away from you and walked over to the chair not far from your bed, his hands clasped and gently stroked.
"umm.. how long will it take for your husband to come back?" asked John.
" I don't think it will be long because he is in the basement. So maybe he will come up soon. " you replied while tugging at your shirt.
Sherlock sighed quickly and ran his fingers through his hair repeatedly as if his mind was reeling. He then walked back and forth in the same place before walking and sitting on the end of your bed. He sighed heavily.
"oh please hurry up. I'm bored" Sherlock said with a complaining tone.
You looked at Sherlock confused then looked at John with a questioning look on your face. John looked at you as if he understood what you meant.
" don't mind him. He's always like that when he's bored. Complains and sometimes shoots the wall with a gun.. But that's when 'our' Y/n isn't in the flat.. if Y/n is there, of course he'll just stick with Y/n ." John said to you, shrugging his shoulders as if he'd had enough of Sherlock's behavior.
"shoot a wall? like really shoot a wall with a real gun? Aren't other people angry?" you asked widening your eyes slightly as if in disbelief.
John nodded and sighed. "yeah, of course our landlady is angry with Sherlock but because she's had enough of Sherlock's behavior it's become a habit. It's just that the price of the flat has increased"
" That's when your Y/n isn't there.. but what does he do when your Y/n is in the flat? " you asked John again.
"well, Sherlock usually just puts his head on Y/n's lap and Y/n will play with her hair as if that will calm Sherlock's mind. That's the calmest thing when Y/n is in our flat. All things or experiments are not touch by him if Sherlock is stuck with Y/n" said John looking at Sherlock who was looking out the window. Perhaps his attention was lost the moment he entered his mind.
You nodded understanding what John explained. Even though Sherlock looks cold and a little rude, he still has a kind and gentle nature to his lover. Also, just by looking at Sherlock you can imagine what it would be like if Stephen took criminology instead of the medical field. Surely Stephen will be like Sherlock. Thirst with knowledge and criminal cases must be his main characteristic. There is no difference at all.
You looked back at John but before you could open your mouth, Stephen opened the bedroom door wide and entered the bedroom you shared with his face covered in claw marks and bruises. Stephen limped into the room slowly.
Your eyes then light up when you see Stephen but turn worried when you see your husband's condition. The startled John quickly got up and walked towards Stephen to help him.
"Stephen! " you called in a soft voice plus a hint of concern towards Stephen.
Stephen who was limping and helped by John looked at you with a relieved face before turning to worry when his eyes looked at you who was lying on the bed with one leg wrapped.
"Honey, what happened to you? Are you ok?" Stephen asked worriedly and tried to go towards you with John's help. Stephen was still unaware of the presence of two men there even though he was helped by John. All his attention is only on you.
" Don't worry about me, dear. My ankle is just sprained and I'm sure I have a slight concussion but what we need to worry about is you, Steph.. what's going on?" you replied in a worried tone and tried to move towards Stephen but you winced in pain as you moved your bandaged leg.
Stephen sighed heavily and began to sit on the edge of the bed. John then stepped back trying to give the two couples privacy. Sherlock, who had been in the realm of his mind, started to snapped out of his mind and looked at you and his variant. Sherlock began to make deductions against Stephen.
Stephen rubbed your bandaged leg gently so that it would not put any pressure on your sprained leg. You looked at Stephen with a worried frown.
"What happened? you asked Stephen as your hand tried to reach Stephen's hand that was stroking your bandaged leg.
"well.. you know what Peter wants right? So I cast the spell but it started backfired and everything went haywire. And guess what, I found a lizard monster in the basement so I fought it and put it in the cell. It's pretty strong too and that's why I got some of these injuries. " Stephen explained. His hand then reached your hand and stroked it gently.
You let out a deep breath. Fortunately, nothing bad happened to Stephen and he only had injuries that could be treated with a first aid kit and enough rest. Luckily nothing bad happened after that. You frowned.
"So, the spell you cast and backfired is what caused this Sanctum to shake?" you make assumptions right away.
Stephen lowered his head slightly before looking at you with pleading eyes.
"yes.." replied Stephen with a small voice.
" and that spell caused the detective version of you to appear with his friend?" you said again as you pointed your index finger towards Sherlock and John.
Stephen raised his head quickly and looked at you with a confused face.
"sorry?" Stephen asked in a confused tone.
"the detective version of you appeared after I fell down the Sanctum stairs. Luckily, his friend helped me with a sprained leg and my head. Otherwise, I'd still be at the end of the Sanctum stairs." you murmured to Stephen.
Stephen immediately looked at your pointing finger and let out a heavy breath as his eyes widened to see his own twin standing upright next to the window of your room. Sherlock who looked narrowly at Stephen stiffened when he saw another version of himself in front of him.
The two men looked at each other in silence. Their eyes study each other's faces and selves quickly. Honestly, Stephen himself doesn't know whether this is an impressive thing or not because one, of course he was quite amazed when he could see another version of himself although it was a bit strange because he saw himself in front of his eyes and secondly, it was also quite dangerous if any variants who set foot in another universe, it will definitely result in bad things like incursion.
Talk about Incursion made Stephen widen his eyes with shock.
Stephen quickly shook his head in distress. "no, no no.. this is very dangerous. The two of you cannot be in this universe. It's too dangerous. One step in another universe, that universe will be destroyed and disappear from existence. This is all a mistake" Stephen rambled with stress while walking one places around the room.
John looked at Sherlock hoping Sherlock knew what Stephen meant. Destroyed and disappeared from existence. These two gentlemen should not be in this universe let alone other variants from different universes.
And what Stephen knew was that he was already fucked up after he cast the spell. Sherlock can only see the version of himself that is in distress and walking in that place. Back and forth steps were arranged by Stephen while rubbing his head. Stephen's injuries became numb and forgotten.
John decided to open his mouth. "You see, we here don't know what's going on right now. All we know is that your wife told us that you can take us back to.. our universe"
Stephen stopped and looked at John confused. "and you are?"
"John Watson, call me John" John introduced himself.
Stephen nodded his head. "Doctor Stephen Strange. Doctor Strange is fine" Stephen replied and looked at Sherlock with a frown. "and who's this friend of yours?"
John looked at Sherlock who was still standing stiffly by the window. "That's Sherlock Holmes.. just call him Sherlock.. Don't mind him, he's always like that. Trying to make some deductions."
Stephen nodded his head in understanding. Although Stephen knows who Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson are due to him having read Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's books in his spare time. But he does not expect that the real Sherlock Holmes is a variant of himself. He excepted that Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson would appear as in the book describe both of them and in Victorian era clothing but his expectations were wrong just seeing the way they both wore.
Although the way they both dress is quite good for the season in London, it is also good that they wear such clothes in Sanctum because Sanctum is still in a 'Christmas holiday' state.
You, who had been a witness to the conversation, began to open your mouth after being silent for a 'long time'. "Stephen, I think we need to treat your injury. I'm afraid there will be an infection and we can continue this while Doctor Watson is here treating your wound. Doctor Watson, you go to the bathroom and open the bathroom mirror. In there we keep first aid kit." You told John.
John nodded and walked into the bathroom. Stephen sighed heavily.
"Do you still want to stand there or do you want to ask questions?" Stephen sighed tiredly.
As if he had just woken up from his mind reverie, Sherlock jerked out of his Mind Palace. His mind played some questions that only his variant could tell. The Great Sherlock Holmes himself does not know how the universe works let alone know about the solar system.
Stephen sighed weakly and shook his head several times trying to get rid of the dizziness that was growing in his head. "I still can't believe I will discover a variants from another universes let alone my own variant" Stephen paused and looked at Sherlock. "seems like you have a question to ask"
Sherlock nodded slightly. "although I believe in science but what is happening now is a bit confusing for me"
"I can say the same thing for you. Even I know everything about universes and mystics but this is really out of control and shouldn't happen" Stephen rubbing his chin with both hands.
Sherlock cocked his eyebrows at Stephen. "and why is that?"
"Because once any variants or things from the alternative universe are traced in another universe, it will trigger something that can bring chaos to that universe" Stephen explained.
Sherlock frowned. Meanwhile John came out of the bathroom with a first aid kit in his hand and walked towards Stephen. The first aid kit was opened and John began to enter his Doctor mode and began to treat the wound on Stephen's face.
"don't bother telling him about that, Doctor Strange. He doesn't know that the earth goes around the sun let alone knows about things like this" John muttered.
You stifled a giggle and put a palm over your mouth to hide your smile. Sherlock grumbled unpleasantly when he heard what John said then he turned his gaze to the window again.
"and by the way. Back to the trigger something.. how long do you think it will take to start happening?" John asked with concern. "we didn't want to cause any danger in your universe, honestly"
Stephen sighed. "I don't know.. let's just hope it doesn't happen so quickly"
"also, we still need to find out how to bring you both back to your universe" you stated.
Sherlock looked at you. "can you do magic too?"
"uhm.. no. I don't have magic like Stephen, I'm just a university lecturer" You replied.
"Y/n in our universe is a Detective Inspector at Scotland Yard. From there Sherlock knows her" John said all of the sudden as his hand dabbed cotton on Stephen's wounds.
Stephen winced as the stinging pain flashed across his face. John looked at Stephen apologetically before continuing his work.
"Stephen met me.. correction bumping into me and causing my coffee to spill all over him that's how we both met. Years later we both got married and still have no children but we are still happy" you smiled towards Stephen passionately.
Sherlock looked at you both for a long time. This is what will happen if he and your version are in his universe. His hand in his pocket tightly holding the ring box.
Just as Sherlock was about to open his mouth, your phone made a loud 'ping' sound indicating that notifications had arrived.
You looked at your phone on the bedside table and reached for it. The screen opens and the dim light from your screen shines on your face. Sherlock, Stephen and John just looked at you.
Your face is shocked when you receive a message from one of your students which is the latest news about the attack on the bridge but what makes you more shocked is Spiderman and squid man? who made havoc there. You quickly flipped your phone and directed it to Stephen.
Stephen widened his eyes and quickly got up from his sitting position causing John to jerk in surprise at the sudden movement.
"i have to go" Stephen said then leaned and kissed your forehead.
You nodded in understanding and caressed his cheek. "be safe" you muttered to him with concern.
Stephen nodded and walked out of the room you two shared. The two grown men who are with you can only witness the situation unfolding in front of them with confused and worried faces (John who is worried).
"What's wrong?" Sherlock spoke after a few moments of silence.
"He needs to get Peter before something untoward happens" you muttered.
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*Time Skips*
After the whole fiasco where Peter trapped Stephen in the Grand Canyon and he ran away with a cube that contained spells in the hope of changing the fate of the villains there, well that's what Peter said to you before he and the others left the Sanctum. You worriedly pacing with a slight limp in the main room of the Sanctum with a concerned face engraved.
You don't know how long you've been pacing around because you're worried about Stephen's condition now, you don't know how to open the portal. Stephen always said that he does not recommend you to learn magic because for him it is dangerous even though a simple spells can lead to a dangerous situation. You just scoffed at that. Said the one who always casts simple spells and leads into dangerous situations.
John and Sherlock who are 'still' in the Sanctum can only see your distressed session. John who was sitting on the steps was staring into space at the same time unconsciously tapping his foot on the floor while Sherlock was observing everything in the Sanctum trying to get rid of his boredom.
"it's been twelve hours he's trapped.. I don't know what happened to him and yet I'm here doing nothing to help him" You said with a worried tone.
"Calm down, Y/n. He's a Sorcerer of course he's fine. You don't need to worry about him.. Just sit here you shouldn't put pressure on your sprained leg. It will interfere with its healing" John tapped the spot beside him with his left hand.
"What if something happens to him? And I can't do anything. I don't have magic like Stephen" you said worriedly as you take a seat besides John.
"he's a great man, he'll be back later. You shouldn't worry about him. He might be dealing with what happened now." John assured you while patting your shoulder. He looked at Sherlock who was trying to hold the artifacts there. "Sherlock" he called.
Sherlock withdrew his fingers from touching the artifacts there and turned his gaze on John. He grumbled and sat next to you. Now you are among British men. One that looks like your husband and one that looks like one of the CIA agents you see on TV.
"I just wish he's okay, that's all. That's what a wife should do right? Worry about their husband's well-being" you murmured.
"Mary don't do that" Sherlock muttered.
John glared at him. "Pardon?"
Sherlock grumbled and looked away. You looked at Sherlock with confusion engraved on your face.
"Mary? As in Mary Watson?" You asked.
"My wife." John replied, smiling to himself.
"She sounds lovely"
"oh she was lovely.. Still is" John looked down his lap with sorrow.
"Was?" you furrowed your eyebrows.
"She's passed away a few years ago. It's complicated but everything is sorted out" John said, grieving.
"Oh, John.. I'm sorry for your loss. She's probably in a good place" you said, rubbing his back in a comforting way.
"Thanks" John said lowly. "without her me and Sherlock will not make up after a long time of not being on the same page for some reason regarding her death. She saved us one last time. Well, she's probably going to kill us if we still don't see each other. Rosie going to be pisses to her dad for that" John added.
"at least she has a favorite auntie and uncle by her side" Sherlock interrupted.
"yeah, well. obviously you and Y/n are her favorites. You both spoiled her too much with the puzzle. Now she's obsessed." John complained.
"It's good for 5 years old to grow up with the great brain. Otherwise you spoiled her with Mrs Hudson biscuits" Sherlock shot back his response.
"Rosie's first word is Murder. Murder! Not daddy or Papa. It's all your fault for teaching her that word" John said loudly.
Two British men fighting like old married couples? yup. Your day is very beautiful.
" her first word is Murder. Well.. that's quite surprising" You are dumbfounded.
"I expected she said mother but I heard it wrong.. She loudly said Murder. Now you know whose fault" John crossed his arms.
"At least she doesn't have a bad temper like yours" Sherlock said flatly.
"what?" John glared at Sherlock.
"nothing." Sherlock looked at you. "She and Y/n are very inseparable. Y/n loves her like her own daughter so no wonder Rosie has almost the same personality as Y/n. She follows her everywhere" Sherlock said admiringly.
"You really love her, don't you?" you said, grinning at him.
"Well, love is a strong word but yes. You can say that. Mycroft still debating with himself when I say that I have a girlfriend" Sherlock muttered.
You nodded in understanding and thought into space. The Sanctum is quiet.
"You know, it's a bit weird knowing that the characters from the books I read when I was little actually exist in another universe. Let alone have the same face as my husband." you chuckled.
"I'm still debating with myself that the Multiverse exists. Let alone meet the same person as my girlfriend" Sherlock said.
"I'm still in the state of making sure this is not a dream by the way" John spoke.
"well, Mr Watson. It's one hundred percent real and not a dream" you replied, smirking.
"But still, being in another universe is not our line of work" Sherlock said next to you.
You sighed lightly. "Is it true that you once encountered Professor Moriarty?"
"Moriarty is not a professor in our universe but well he claimed himself as a Consulting Mastermind. Well, he's dead now.. So no need to worry"
"is it Reinchenbach Fall? He's dead because he fell right?" You tilted your head slightly.
"he shot himself with a gun.. I was the one who jumped not him.. I'm pretending to be dead for 2 years just to destroy his network" Sherlock replied.
"oh, yeah.. i read about that too.. You pretended to be dead for 2 years... Gosh, that must be bothering you, isn't it?" You said, glancing at Sherlock sympathetically.
"You can say that" Sherlock replied.
"It's sound weird that you know everything because you read books about us even though you've never been to our place" John blurted after a long time silent.
"Well, the timeline in the book is the Victorian era, so compared to your modern era, there is no difference. The characters and the story lines are almost the same," you explained.
"but not all of them, right?" John looked at you.
You nodded. "yup" you thought for a moment. "Gosh, it's been a while.. I'm starting to worry about him" you rubbed your arms anxiously.
Sherlock awkwardly put his hand on your back and rubbed it gently in a comforting way.
"He's okay, Y/n..Don't worry about him.. Like you said he has magic so he knows when to protect himself" John reassured you.
"but what if something happens-"
The sound of the spark started to be heard in the middle of the Sanctum where the three of you were. You started to wake up with Sherlock's help. Both hands hug yourself as you try to warm yourself. There Stephen came out of the portal with scratches and cuts on his face. He looked obviously tired.
His body bends a little, probably his ribs are sore after fighting for a long time. You sighed in relief and rushed to Stephen. You immediately put Stephen's right hand on your shoulder as you helped him to sit on the Sanctum stairs.
"Oh, Stephen. Thank God you're okay" you put both hands on Stephen's cheek and caressed his cheek.
Stephen sighed heavily before putting his forehead against yours. He closed his eyes tiredly. "it takes a long time to handle that opponent"
"Are those villains already defeated? What happened to Spiderman?" You asked concerned.
"I already took them all back to their universes.. It took a long time to handle that because of Goblin. Spiderman is also okay, he's the ones who cure them all" Stephen explained.
"Oh, what a relief. At least you're okay" you said while looking at the injury on his face. "Luckily it's just a small wounds and not a big one. Need me to clean it?"
"no need, I can use healing spells besides I have one last job to do" Stephen opened his eyes and glanced at the Baker Street duo.
Stephen started to get up and walk forward facing the duo. "I believe this is the time for you two to return to your universe. Can't risk any danger in this universe, right?"
"yes.. of course.. We don't want that to happen" John replied.
"the spell doesn't hurt, it's just a bit tickle so both of you will arrive in your universe as usual" Stephen explained.
Sherlock nodded in understanding. "Thanks for letting us both sit here for a while. We appreciate it"
Stephen nodded then held out his hand to shake Sherlock's hand. Sherlock reached out and shook his hand.
"Until next time" Stephen nodded.
Sherlock nodded. John looked at you with appreciation.
"Thanks, Y/n. for explaining and letting us stay here.. Also for helping us get used to being here for a while. We owe it to you both" John said.
"You don't owe us anything, John. Besides, thanks for helping me about what happened earlier. Thanks for treating my injuries." you said to him with a smile.
You turned your gaze to Sherlock. "and you, Mr. Holmes. Make sure you propose to Y/n with a lot of books as a gift, yes? Don't think I didn't see your hand in your pocket, fidgeting with the ring box. Make sure she said yes even though she always says yes to you" you warned him.
Sherlock was stunned. His face turned red. John gawked at Sherlock while Stephen smirked.
"you-"
"right, shall we?" Sherlock cut him off by telling Stephen to leave.
Stephen smirked then nodded and then he began to cast a spell to send them both back to their universe.
Their bodies glowed with a bright yellow light and slowly they disappeared in front of you both. Sherlock nodded his appreciation at the two of you before disappearing in your sight.
You looked at Stephen with a grin. "well, that went well"
"yes.. it went well, honey" Stephen put his hand on your hips.
"now, why don't we just clean ourselves up and treat those injuries? After that we can just marathon read Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's books in our room? what do you think?" you suggested
"Is there hot chocolate?" Stephen smirked at you.
"oh, Husband. Of course there is. Besides Sanctum is still in the Christmas spirit, so we need more hot chocolate" you smiled teasingly at him.
"well, my wife. Lead the way then" Stephen squeezed your hips teasingly causing you to shriek.
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You weren’t sure how the man ended up in your living room, but as you looked down at him and to the detective in front of you, you couldn’t help but snicker.
“What?” Sherlock sighed.
“You guys look alike.”
“No we don’t. I would never dress up in such ridiculous clothing.”
Sherlock grabbed his jacket and tossed it on before he went towards the door.
“Do whatever with him.”
“Sherlock don’t leave her alone with him!” John hissed.
“Then you stay.”
With that, Sherlock left and John dragged you away from the weird man.
John made you sit in the couch, and he stood in front of you, wondering what he was supposed to do.
“Maybe pour some water on his face?” Mrs Hudson asked.
“Could work.” You nodded.
Mrs Hudson scurried off and came back with a glass of water and handed it to John then stood behind him.
“What?! I’m not doing it!”
“Well I’m most certainly not.” Mrs Hudson huffed.
“What if he attacks me?!”
“Relax, I have no plans of attacking anyone.”
In a panic, John tossed water all over the stranger who looked at him in disbelief.
“Seriously?”
“Sorry.”
The man stood up, and dried his face with his sleeve before sorting out his clothes and his hair before looking at you all.
“I don’t mean to intrude, I have no idea how I got here.”
“You fell. From the ceiling.” You replied.
He started mumbling to himself and you shared a look with the other two.
You guys didn’t know what to do, so you just stood there and watched him.
“Can we at least know your name?” John asked.
“Sorry, where are my manners. Stephen strange.”
You all introduced yourselves to him and you all sat down.
“I must have messed up somewhere along the lines when trying to fix everything.” He mumbled.
“What the hell are you on about?” John asked.
Stephen then started to explain a bunch of different things none of you understood.
When he was done you all looked at him blankly like he had gone mad.
“I’ll call Lestrade.” John sighed.
He got up and grabbed his phone and walked out while you stared at the man.
He did look eerily like Sherlock, and you knew it was impossible for the genius to have a twin.
“Show us.”
“Excuse me.”
“Show us this so called magic, and we’ll believe it.”
“Fine.”
He showed you something, and a bright Orange circle appeared around him. It looked like some sort of shield, and he quickly put it down.
“Okay, he may be telling the truth.” You whispered.
“Maybe.” Mrs Hudson nodded.
The whole evening was spent trying to figure out what to do with the man, and finally you all settled for giving him the flat downstairs until you could figure out what to do with him.
Sherlock hated him, but you were curious so you spent most of your days with him asking questions and getting him to show you things.
Sitting on his couch, you looked as he read.
“So, tell me about what it is you do.” Stephen asked.
“Well, I’m a detective. I work with Lestrade, who you met when you first came. Currently I’m on suspension though.”
Stephen put his book down and rose a brow at you.
“And why is that?“ he asked.
“Sherlock hijacked one of my cases. He wasn’t supposed to be on it because it was a high profile case but he did anyways. So I got suspended for a month without pay.”
“Well, he certainly doesn’t seem like a good friend.”
You sighed and gave a small shrug.
“He’s… different. That’s for sure.” You smiled.
“Then why are you friends with him?”
“Sherlock may make things difficult sometimes, and he may be hard to get along with and understand. But… he’s a good person deep down, sometimes he just doesn’t realise that what he does affects people, and normal humans have feelings…”
Stephen regarded you for a moment.
“You love him.”
“I… yeah. But he doesn’t know, or feel the same.”
Stephen smiled softly at you.
“You are a kind person, anyone who doesn’t love you back would be a fool.”
You beamed brightly at him.
“Thank you.”
With that you jumped up and said bye as you went to go make something to eat.
Stephen watched you leave before pulling a picture out of his pocket.
He stared at it with sadness.
It was you.
His version of you, from his universe.
He didn’t have the chance to tell you how he felt, but to see you so hung up about someone who didn’t feel the same about you hurt him.
Because you deserved nothing but love and kindness and he wishes he could give that to you
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run-clever-boy · 3 months
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I’m new!
I'm a new writer here! (I also repost absolute ramdom things *cough* peter capaldi *cough*, so my blog is a bit cluttered lol) I would love anyone to request fiction or at least help me with the ropes! I have never published any writing before so comments are appreciated!
I write for the following characters so far, however I am not opposed to maybe adding a few more!
Masterlist here!
Doctor who:
9th doctor
10th doctor
11th doctor
12th doctor.
(No doctor who spoilers please, currently in beginning of 13’s run)
BBC Sherlock:
Sherlock
Not opposed to more just don’t really have any ideas
Harry Potter:
Sirius Black
Remus Lupin
Severus Snape
George Weasley
Fred Weasley
again open to more just no ideas
Marvel:
Loki
Stephen Strange
don’t know a lot about the mcu specifics but bear with me
Random:
Willy Wonka (2023 only! I can’t write about the others just because of personal icks)
John Wick
Theo Dimas (maybe theomabel pairing)
OC's!!! (New!) - each name will have a link to their character description
Elise Shepard
Please Please Please help me out here! Can’t wait to see the amazing things created here. I will write 18+ content but many warnings will be provided. I mostly write one-shots, drabbles, quite a few reader inserts (Y/n). Not a fan of multi-chapter fics. Thank you!
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strrvnge · 1 year
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Christmas at 221B Baker Street
Sherlock isn't particularly fond of the whole concept of christmas. He finds it to be a pointless excuse of excessive buying, meaningless superficial shows of affections through materials - but wait why are you and John dragging a christmas tree upstairs?
"I think it'd look great in that corner don't you think?"
"We can't, it's part of Sherlock's silent treatment for when I ignore him and Mrs Hudson's gone. He looks outside while humming shsu to annoy me while I'm working I don't know what he'd do without"
"What do you think you're doing?" Sherlock asks storming out of his bedroom only to find John in the ugliest christmas sweater to every be seen and you with a christmas headband on your head
"Decorating for Christmas of course"you said
"John I thought we agreed we wouldnt participate to such stupid thing"
"No, no you said that I was just nodding my head while zoning out. There is no way I'm skipping christmas''
"You can help us if you want. It can be fun  as might not be that bad"
"I highly doubt that, but anyway I'd rather do anything else but this"
"Well if you don't want to you can sit somewhere quietly while me and Y/N do our thing"
So like a sulky child that isn't played by their friends he sits at his armchair opposite you two, pretending to be looking through one of his latest composition while stealing a few glances at you and John talking and giggling while setting up the tree completely unaware of his 
And you know him he isn't the one to ask for attention much less admit that he's wrong (and well whatever you and john are doing surely looks interesting) so he sits there tutting or dry coughing anything really that could catch your attention and invite him again.of course the sxolia are frequent; "I wouldn't do it that way if I were you" " that color is dull, only a dog would choose it and that's because they are colourblind" "I don't think they go that way"
"Then why don't you come to do it better?"John says, sighing annoyed
"Who me?! No, no, no I couldn't care less" 
"We should put on music!" You exclaim trying not to laugh with the two of them.
Eventually he comes to help you after five watching you struggling trying to put a tinsel that was too high for you to reach.
"Thanks for that."
"Come on don't be Grinch (i hope you get the pun) and have fun with us" 
So it might have been very hard for you to convince him however here he is with a santa's cap sitting on the floor trying to untangle the christmas lights.
Of course you end up helping him escape after almost strangling himself 
"For someone who calls themselves a genius you look like you're really struggling with this"
and then you are explaining why they should go around the tree and not vertically just because he finds it more practical.
"If you don't shut up i'll strangle you myself"
"But Y/N-!"
At some point you decide to make hot chocolate only to find there are no marshmallows in the house.
"Why would I have marshmallows? What am I? A child"
"You certainly act like one" you hear John mumble
"You don't put marshmallows in your chocolate? Why? You hate love?"
So you quickly run to buy some and coming hack ro the apartments you shove some snow down Sherlock's shirt that you picked outside. 
"For God's sake you better run for your life Y/N because I swear-!" He yells running behind you but your loud giggles cover his voice as you start running, around the furniture and then from one room to another, jumping on the armchairs and the couch, the bed and maybe even on a table so he wouldn't catch you. 
"If you kill me you'll be on the naughty list"
After that quick hunt and a 10 replays of all I want for christmas is you (you know that because after the ninths sherlock sweared it took just one time to hear that song before he rips his ears out and you wanted to see what would happen so you put it again) after all this the apartment looks like it came straight out of some cheesy christmas movie, with a gigantic tree and so many lights Sherlock swears the apartment might catch on fire.
The three of you are exhausted after all the fighting, caroling and decorating. You all sit with a cup of chocolate and your noses fogging the window's glass as you watch outside everything get all white from the snow. 
"So if we're going to have a party I really don't want anderson to come" sherlock says
"Don't be cruel! You need to be good or santa won't come"
"Y/N you've been bringing this up worryingly too many times today for it to be a joke. I think there is something we should tell you"
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bitternessismyname · 3 months
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Get out of my House
Phil Burbank x Reader
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Summary: you’re in love with your step father’s brother who your mother hates. What happens when they find out about your relationship?
Note: I know Phil is a gay character but I don’t know how to write for gay characters and didn’t want to write false info and I liked this idea so I made the character straight. If you don’t like that idea I advise you skip this read. Thank you.
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It was mid afternoon when the boys normally left the ranch for the day. You snuck in the barn and looked around making sure no one was still lingering. You never knew who would be in the barn. Most times it was just Phil but every now and then there were others that would wander in there to get something. Very rarely did you see your step-father, brother or mother in the barn but you didn’t want to take any chances. Not to mention that you didn’t know which of Phils buddys you could trust.
You and Phil had been seeing each other for over a year now and it was a very complicated situation. Phil was your step-fathers brother so he didn’t have any relationship with you. Neither you nor your brother saw him as family when your mother married his brother and even after the wedding neither you nor your brother called him uncle or thought of him as one. However you knew how the situation looked from the outside, not that you really cared. Phil made you happy, he loved you and he was willing to endure a lot to be in this relationship with you, you both were. He had to listen to his brother constantly talk about setting him up with women from the bar and he couldn’t explain to his brother that he was happily in a relationship. He kept this a secret for you, not for himself. Phil hates your mother with a passion and he would love to see the look on her face when she finds out about the two of you but he wouldn’t do that without having your consent and right now you weren’t ready.
You on the other hand had to listen to your mother constantly ask you when you were going to “start getting out there” and dating. Just like Phil however you couldn’t tell her you were already dating someone. The constant lectures about you getting old and how you should start dating to marry so you can have children before it's too late. It got tiring hearing the same lecture everyday, but you knew the lecture you would receive once she found out about your relationship with Phil would be far worse.
Between the fact Phil was your step-fathers brother and the fact that he was over 15 years older than you, you knew this would not go over well with anyone in your family and Phil's brother would most likely be angry and considering he never got angry at anything that was a scary thought. You both knew you couldn't hide it forever and neither of you wanted to. You loved each other and you wanted people to see that but the backlash you would face scared you. It didn’t scare Phil but then again not much did, that’s one of the things you loved about him he always made you feel safe. You felt invincible when you were with him. You weren’t the same shy girl you were before you met him.
The plan was Phil would do some extra work to get a little extra money and you would start selling your paintings. Once you had a decent amount of cash Phil would take the rest of his inheritance from his mothers passing and you would find a house together. You wanted to wait until you had the money to tell anyone the truth about the relationship so if things ended badly you could take your things and leave.
“Phil, darling, are you in here?” You whispered, just in case there were wandering eyes and ears. There was no reply, it was eerily quiet in the barn. No boots stomping around, hay rustling, not even the horses were making any noise. You were starting to get nervous when you felt a pair of arms under your arms and next thing you knew you were being lifted off the ground and spun. You were laughing knowing exactly whose arms you were in.
“PHIL!” You giggled, as your feet were placed back on the ground.
“Hey there sunshine.” He chuckled, moving his arms to wrap around your waist.
“What are you doing in here? It was so strangely quiet.”
“I was waiting for you of course. The boys all left about half an hour ago and I may or may not have taken a little nap before you got back from visiting town.” He confessed.
“You started our weekend nap without me? How could you?” You teased.
“I was tired darling. Don’t worry we’ll have our full hour nap as soon as I let you go.” He smiled into your neck as he held you in a tight hug.
Weekends were when your brother was normally working at the Inn while your mother and her husband went out meaning you and Phil would be alone on the property. You used this time to do normal couple things. Sometimes you went into the house and cooked meals together. You would set the table all fancy with the good silverware and candles. Phil would pick a couple flowers from the fields while he was out and bring them back to put in a vase to set as the centerpiece while you ate. Other times you’d sit in the living room and Phil would play his banjo for you. But your favorite thing to do was to sleep next to each other. Not to make love but just to fall asleep in each other's arms. You looked forward to it every weekend, just being held by him for a few hours. Soaking in his warmth, listening to his strong heartbeat and feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he breaths. You slept best when you were in his arms, it was your favorite place to be. You used the barn for your naps because you were both pretty heavy sleepers and if someone was to come home early neither of you would hear them until it was too late so the barn was a safer bet.
“Come on, let's take our nap, I didn’t sleep well last night.” You slid your hand down his arm and grabbed his hand, leading him to the pile of hay. The blankets were spread over the pile and two pillows placed down. Phil got under the covers first then held them open for you, letting you crawl in beside him. You both laid facing each other. You were stroking the side of his face with your thumb and he was caressing your hip as both your heads rested on the same pillow.
“This week has been so long. I feel bad we’ve barely even crossed paths this week.” You ran your finger through his hair making him purr.
“I know, I’m sorry. We just need a little more money then we’ll be all set and we can get out of here.” He apologized.
“I don’t want you running yourself into the ground just so we can get out of here quicker. I’d rather stay here longer and you be well rested and healthy than leaving early and have you compromising your health. Don’t work yourself to death. Besides you said your mother left you a lot of money, you don’t need to tell me how much that’s not my business but between the money you already have saved from the ranch alone and the money I’ve been making with my paintings we shouldn’t need much more money. We will have as much as we need to move and live a comfortable life in a couple months.”
“I know, but what about our kids? I want to be able to give our children a comfortable life while still being a part of their lives. I don’t want to be absent because I’m spending all my time working. My mother left me quite a lot of money. I just want to be sure.”
“Are you sure you wanna do this Phil? I know how much you love this place. If my mother and your brother react badly, aren't you worried you won’t be able to come back here?”
“Of course I’m worried, but I’d rather lose this place than lose you.” He kissed your nose. “I’ll need to take another look at my mothers will. I don’t remember which safety deposit box she put my part of the money in.”
“I can’t wait to leave with you. And kids God I can’t believe we're talking about kids, I wasn’t sure when to bring it up.” You rubbed your nose against his.
“I want the whole life experience with you.”
“I love you.” You whispered, your forehead resting against his.
“I love you too.”
“Maybe after our nap we can go inside and make dinner for tonight. What do you want to eat?” You hummed, moving closer so your chest was against his.
“Mm, we could make Italian meatballs. We haven’t had those in a while. I know your mother hates them so you never get to eat them.” He thought out loud.
“I would like that. Maybe after dinner we could turn on the radio and dance a little bit.”
“That sounds great. Now get some sleep.” He pulled you onto his chest where you fell asleep.
You and Phil had fallen asleep cuddled up against each other as you listened to the sound of the horses. It was always peaceful to the both of you and lulled you to sleep rather quickly every weekend. What you didn’t hear was your brother Pete coming into the barn to find you after he left work at the Inn early due to the fact he wasn’t feeling well. Once he saw you with Phil he left quietly and decided to stay in his room so he could question you when you came inside.
About an hour later you and Phil woke up, well you woke up and Phil had already been awake combing his fingers through your hair. His eyes were hardly opened as if he had just woken up a few minutes ago
“Morning.” His deep morning voice rang through your ears.
“Mmm, it’s not morning anymore.” You corrected him through a yawn.
“How about we go inside and start making dinner.” He suggested, choosing to ignore your comment.
“Sounds good to me. But I don’t know if I can get up. It’s just too comfy down here with you.” You snuggled closer to him. He rolled his eyes playfully and slipped out from under you letting you fall back further into the hay.
“That was rude.” You huffed and Phil laughed.
“Come on sunshine, let's go inside.” He grabbed you by the waist and picked you up as if you weighed nothing. You both made your way into the house and you got everything out that you needed to start making dinner while Phil went to wash his hands.
“Okay, give me directions.” He said, staring at the ingredients. You started showing him how to make the meatballs. Once they were in the oven he walked up behind you and held you against his chest from behind. He was kissing your cheek when you heard someone walk in. You immediately separated when you saw Peter standing in the doorway.
“Peter, you’re uh you’re home early.” You stuttered.
“What is going on? First I see you two curled up in the barn together and now you're in here kissing and holding each other. Are you together?” He asked in disgust.
“It’s more complicated.”
“Yes.” Phil interrupted you. “Yes we are together.”
“Does mom know about this? She will kill you Y/N, you know they hate each other.”
“It doesn’t matter I love him and if mom wants to be a part of my life she has to deal with it. We’re planning on moving so tell her if you want I don’t care. I won’t lie about it.” Peter scoffed and left the room.
“I think we’re going to have to find that will before the end of the night.” Phil sighed, hugging you again.
“Where should we look first?”
“It’s probably in my mothers old dresser. We keep it in the basement. How about I go look for it while you watch the food?”
“Okay.”
Phil went downstairs and did as he said while you waited on the food. You didn’t realize that Peter had sent for your mother and stepfather and told them everything. You were worried, paranoid of what they would do when they found out. You knew Peter would tell them, so while you were waiting for the meatballs to finish in the oven you went upstairs and packed a small bag with any essentials you might need. You didn’t know how harsh their reactions would be.
“Y/N!” You heard your mothers voice ring through the house as you were taking the meatballs out of the oven. “Your brother told me what you and Mr Burbank have been up to. What is wrong with you? He is your fathers younger brother!”
“He’s not my father, he's my stepfather which means he’s no relation to me. I love Phil and I won’t deny it or lie about it any longer! Neither one of us meant for this to happen but I am so happy that it did because I have never been happier than I am with Phil. He’s not the person you think he is. Maybe if you were sober more often you’d be able to see who he really is!” You yelled at her.
“You are my daughter and you will not date someone like him!”
“You can’t stop me!”
“You’re both living under this roof and you will do as I say!”
“Actually you’re living under our roof, and that’s about to change. I don’t appreciate you yelling at my girlfriend like that.” Phil snarled coming from the basement.
“What are you talking about?” Rose scoffed. “This is George's house.”
“Actually according to my mothers will the house was left to me. It’s under my name which makes it mine. And since you refuse to live under the same roof as us if we’re together I suggest you start packing.” Phil, held up the paper.
“This is outrageous!” Rose snatched the paper from him. “How can this be? Why didn’t you ever tell me?” She yelled at her husband.
“I never saw the will. Mother left it in her dresser. She told me she left the house to me. I never thought she would have lied.” George tried to explain.
“She lied because she didn’t want to listen to you complain while she was dying.” Phil rolled his eyes.
“I love him and we were planning on leaving anyway. I know how much Phil loves this house and the ranch so if the house is under his name then we’re staying. It’s up to Phil whether or not you three will be able to live here. If you can’t accept us being together then I think it’s best that you all leave.” You moved away from the table and Phil wrapped his arms around you.
“I can’t accept this.” Your mother spat.
“You don’t have to. We can’t change our feelings. I think you all need to start packing tonight.” Phil told her.
“Not a problem, we’ll be out of here by tomorrow night. And those meatballs smell disgusting.” Your mother stomped away and George followed along with Peter.
“Well that honestly went better than I expected.” He sighed.
“I agree. Well at least we get to stay at this house. I know you love it here and honestly its nice and big and we don’t have to spend money on a new house which means you don’t have to overwork yourself the way you’ve been doing.” You rested your head against his chest and he just held you.
“After finding this out I know have enough money to sustain our kids for a very long time.” He smiled into your hair. “But first we’re gonna have to put some money into redoing the master bedroom because I can’t sleep in there after Rose and my brother have been going God knows what in there. Plus we need a bigger bed so someone doesn’t kick me out of it.”
“Okay that was one time. I’m a restless sleeper and you know it.” You rolled your eyes.
“I love you. I thought that I would save this for the perfect time but there is no perfect time. I love you and I want to be with you for the rest of my life.” He got down on one knee. “Will you marry me Y/N?”
“I- Yes of course Yes!” You sniffed and tackled him to the ground.
“I never thought this is how we would be ending the day.” He smiled into your neck.
“Me either, but this is our perfect ending. We’re going to start a new chapter and you’re the only one I wanna start it with.”
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imagines--galore · 10 months
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Send me cliche romantic tropes to write. Just send in the number with the character you want me to do and the rating, if you want, and I shall deliver. Also! If you have any other info or cliche to add then send those in as well!
Meet-Cute
Enemies to Lovers
Forced Proximity
Destiny (Meeting each other without intending to)
Childhood Sweethearts
Confessing while Drunk
Single Bed
Cinderella Trope
Fake Relationship
Opposites Attract
Amnesia
Stuck Together
Just Friends
Unrequited Love
Work Rivals to Lovers
Holiday Fling
Best friends sister/brother
Always at each other’s throats but in a relationship
One Time Fling Complications
Confessing on the Verge of Death but then not dying.
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lokidokieokie · 1 year
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Fic Recs
Here ye, here ye! Here be Ella’s fanfic recommendations for the week of 31/01 - 06/11!
Introducing....
His Royal Highness: Loki Laufeyson
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Loki’s Di-Llama by @xorpsbane & @michelleleewise [masterlist linked]
The Selection by @lady-rose-moon [chapter 1 linked]
Asgardian Sightseeing Tours by @holdmytesseract 
Man of the Month by @muddyorbsblr & @mochie85 [masterlist linked]
A Fine Silk Robe by @lokisgoodgirl 
The Bodyguard by @lokisprettygirl [masterlist linked[
Sworn Fealty by @muddyorbsblr [part 1 linked]
Worshipped by @fictive-sl0th 
Art in Motion by @michelleleewise 
Pheromones by @mochie85 
Marvel’s Newest DILF: Tom Hiddleston
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A Shoulder to Lean On by @holdmytesseract
Ex-SAS Officer: Captain James Conrad
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Taming the Beast by @caffiend-queen​ [chapter 1 linked]
Everyone’s Favourite Doctor: Stephen Strange
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Existential Crisis by @ro-is-struggling 
A True Showman by @dino-fart 
2319 by @brunchable 
After Every Argument by @omgstarks 
The World’s Only Consulting Detective: Sherlock Holmes
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Safe in Your Arms by @classickook 
You Don’t Know Him Like I Do by @classickook 
Dead Man Walking by @classickook 
Breath of Fresh Air by @classickook 
Measurements by @classickook 
Please give all of these fabulous authors the recognition that they deserve by commenting on and reblogging their posts :)
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strangelockd · 2 years
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Its finally here! My first ever Fan Fiction attempt. I got really emotional while writing this bc it may or may not be based on my own life(wink wink). It will be posted in parts but I really do hope you all enjoy it as much as I had while writing it. A big thank you to all the supporters on here for inspiring me to do this.
I know I spelt Stephens name wrong, Ill fix it later
Word Count: 3.9K
Warning: Mutual pining, Friends to lovers, Mention’s of oral sex (male receiving), Past traumas, slight talk of anxiety. Just mostly a fluff piece.
Summary: Your a nationwide tailor and you finally got your first big client whom is no other the the world famous Doctor Steven Strange himself. Can you keep your cool while taking his measurements? Because lets face it, he broke the internet with that Armani suit.
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The streets of New York City were bustling with life. The roaring of the cars, the local pizza pappa calling out for customers, the smells and sounds all around you reminding you that your back home. Your first home. As much as you hated the crowds and noise sometimes, you’ve become acclimated to it. You took a deep breath and cold air filled your lungs; winter was right around the corner. Exhaling a cloud of fog, you made your way through the crowded streets dodging faceless strangers and made your way.
      “Shit, I’m going to be late” you exclaimed as you looked down at your phone. A photo of Steven Strange on your lock screen showing the current time. It wasn’t fancy, just a photo from the local newspaper. You always had a slight interest in the man, you couldn’t exactly put your finger on it somehow. A slight smile sneaking across your face, you shoved the phone back into your pocket and began picking up the pace making your way along the crowded streets.
     Your never late, let alone to an appointment. You prided yourself on punctuality and that dedication showed in your career. You loved your job of being a local tailor, it gave you the opportunity to meet a lot of new and exciting people, traveling the country was just the icing on the cake. But now that your clientele has grown, you are now getting your start with branching out to bigger clients. Bag in hand you finally approached the address 177 Bleecker Street the plaque read. Taking a minute to adjust yourself you pushed up your glasses and pulled down your skirt. Taking extra precaution to adjust your knee-high stockings and peter pan shaped collar underneath your sweatshirt attempting  to look as professional as possible. Tucking your hair behind your ears, you gave out a quick sigh trying to steady your breath while you knocked on the heavy blue doors paned with glass. The building was truly outstanding. How have you never noticed this place before?
 As the door creaked open your heart launched up to your throat. There he was, Doctor Steven Strange famous neurosurgeon and powerful Sorcerer Supreme. God he was more handsome in person you thought. You first noticed the annoying expression on his face, but couldn’t help but be distracted by his eyes. They were blue, like the sea after a storm.
      “Your late kid” He gruffed while leaning his body against the doorframe, arms crossed against his chest. You could feel your cheeks beginning to flush and shook your head slightly to help bring you back to reality. For Christ’s sake, this can’t be my client you thought to yourself. “Late? I’m right on time” You stammer in protest, feeling your mouth go dry.  “On time is late in the professional world.” He said with a baritone in his voice and a smirk on his lips. “Are you going to let me in or not? Someone at this address made an appointment for a suit fitting and I’m here to do just that” you shot back. 
     “Technically Wong made the appointment for me, he thought it would be good for me to freshen up my style for an upcoming event. But alright come on in.” He stated with slight annoyance in his tone. He turned on his heels and you followed him inside. As you stepped into the main hall of the Sanctum the first thing you noticed was the scent of sandalwood incense. Along with the many beautiful artifacts strewn around on display. It was even more gorgeous than you imagined. 
     Following Strange up the grand center staircase you noticed he was wearing his sorcerer robes. Royal blue rich in color along with a weaved belt above his hips. He also wore  mustard leather yellow gloves that went up his forearms. Complete with a thick lavish crimson cloak that practically reached the floor. It looked ancient yet beautiful, like it carried stories with time. 
     As you finally made your way to the top of the steps you both entered his room down the hall. He turned the knob and pushed slightly on the door and your jaw dropped upon seeing it. The room was huge and immaculate, books perfectly organized, a large four poster bed complete with gold and crimson comforter. You could sink into it and sleep for days you thought. 
The room also was adorned with dark high beamed ceilings completed with a cabinet that posed as a double mirror as well. No wonder he was irritated with your punctuality. He obviously loves tidiness and organization you thought. 
     As you made you way to the plush bed you sat your stuff down on top of it. Digging through the bag to try to get organized before the task at hand. You noticed your fingers began to shake out of nervousness. You were so distracted trying to find everything and to calm yourself down that you couldn’t help but jump slightly when Steven beckoned his crimson cloak away only for it to hover next to you. “Not used to relics huh?” He spoke with an air of teasing in his voice. “No, not really” you lightly chuckled as the cloak began to snuggle against you. “It seems that he likes you; you must have a kind heart. He is usually not as trusting with guest” He stated. “Well, I’m honored” you said as the crimson cloak did a cartwheel and clamped to your shoulders. 
      “Alright buddy that’s enough she’s got work to do” He said to the cloak. It caressed your cheek with its collar, and it released itself from you. You couldn’t help but feel the slight coldness of the room now making your forearms form goosebumps on your flesh under your thin sweater. “So, shall we begin then?” Steven stated to you across the room. He did a simple gesture with his hands and changed into something more practical, a pair of sweatpants that sat low on his waist. Exposing his chiseled chest complete with a muscular v towards his pubic line and nothing else. You couldn’t help but stare, he was the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, and he was even more stunning to finally see it in person. Glancing at his strong jawline your eyes made it to his forearms, muscular and strong; he would have no issue carrying you anywhere. Eyes making their way down to his abdomen it was like looking at a waterboard. You couldn’t help but imagine licking and tasting every muscular crevice until you made it to his soft supple lips. Savoring the delicate but salty texture of his flesh. You felt your center begin to wet'n causing you to involuntarily close your knees a bit more tightly.
     You shook your head to wake yourself from your fantasy. Steven of course noticed but opted to say nothing and just keep a smile on his lips. “Might as well” you said with slight breathlessness. You grabbed the tape measure from the bed and thumbed it between your fingers loosening up the flexible material. As you made your way towards him Steven stated, “It just makes sense to wear this instead of all the layers”. You couldn’t agree more you thought as your mind began to wander again.
     When you finally made it next to him you hitched your breath, heart racing and hands slightly shaking more nervously to the point where you’re sure he can see it. You always had a issue with shaky hands since your youth. It was a dead giveaway for your struggle with anxiety. But through time, you mastered holding it together. That is till today.
    Fuck he was perfect; he even smells divine. He smelled like expensive cologne, hints of bergamot and Amberwood leaving a sensually wooden scent that filled your lungs with thoughts of comfort and desire. You could eat him alive right now. He obviously takes great pride in his appearance. “It’s Dior by the way” he said like he was reading your mind. “It’s nice I love it, it smells delicious” you responded with a calm but slight steady tone. Taking the tape measure with your nervous fingers and stretching it out. 
     You began with the shoulder measurement, carefully taking your time to get the precise analysis possible. Feeling his chest rise and fall naturally with each breath you made your way to his biceps. You couldn’t help but notice how strong and hard they were. You didn’t want to release the tape measure at all, but you continued to move down. Slowly grazing your hands across his warm smooth flesh making your way to get his hip and pants length.  You dropped to your knees while wrapping the tape slowly yet gingerly around his waist and you began jotting down the measurements on your notepad next to you.
      He noticed you taking an extra-long time to get his pants length he couldn’t help but take the opportunity to stare at you admirably. Your soft features and bright beautiful eyes taking their sweet time examining his body like he was the statue of David.  He was enjoying every minute of it. No doubt that he was a tall drink of water, and you would climb him like a tree if you could. You grazed along his lower half and accidently brushed past his semi aroused shaft. No wonder the man is known for having an ego. The things you would do to this man, imagining yourself enveloping your mouth around his thick cock. 
        His head leaning back against the wall whispering dirty sweet nothings into the void, all while you are making him feel like a god. His strong yet nimble hands threading through your hair guiding him towards his pleasure. Lewd noises of both of you lost in the rapture that would easily echo across the sanctum. You felt your panties getting heavily damped with the sinful thoughts you have. Causing you to close your knees again tightly to fight the urge within.
      Being lost in your trance you did not even realize that while kneeling your phone fell out of your pocket. An alert came up showing the photo of him on your phone. He cocked his brow while looking down and taking it upon himself to grab the device off the mahogany wooden floor. With a flick of his wrist, he managed to unlock your phone and began tapping on the screen. Omg omg he’s seen the photo this is the worst! you thought to yourself. Feeling embarrassed upon Steven seeing the photo of him you quickly grabbed it from his hands feeling your ears and face get hot. “What are you doing?! You know that’s an invasion of privacy.” You stated while irritatingly tapping your oxford shoes on the floor with your arms crossed on your chest. “I just wanted to exchange phone numbers; you know in case I needed anything else from you.” He shot his piercing blue eyes in your direction causing your heart to race even more. “Alright, that makes sense” You agreed in return.
     “Big fan I’m guessing” he declared, his face glowing with flattery. “Yes, I am, have been since the snap. You’re a hero after all, sacrificing your life to save humanity is a very noble thing. I like noble men” you confessed.  
        Steven couldn’t help but blush at the factuality of your statement. This woman…she’s different. He trailed off in his thoughts,but he admired your honesty. It was a hard trait to find in most people now a days. While continuing your task he couldn’t help but close his eyes and let his mind wander to your lips, imagining him holding your face while claiming your mouth. Ever so timid at first, but eventually letting him take full control of your desires. God she’s so beautiful he thought to himself. Remembering the state of his scarred hands snapped him out of his mental reverie. How could she love a damaged man like me? My hands still shake, I can never give her the life or pleasure she deserves he thought to himself. Giving out a slight saddened sigh he looked down at you still on the floor.
     Continuing with your job you could feel his stare and you began to lift it up to meet his gaze. “Enjoying the view?” he said while looking down at you with slight cockiness. “Surprisingly I am Mr. Magic Man” you said as you felt the heat in your face rise. Magic Man?…Mm that’s sexy to hear I could get used to that he thought to himself. 
     Before you could gather yourself and comprehend what was happening you felt his slightly calloused scarred fingers grip your chin gentle yet firmly. Tilting your face up to meet his crystal blue gaze, his pupils slightly wide as he held your face in place. As he cupped your chin he slowly began to help you rise up, guiding you directly to face him. He wanted to look deep into your eyes, the windows to your souls’ desires.  You could feel your knees slightly begin to buckle what is happening you thought to yourself. Heart racing ninety miles an hour. Instinctively he grabbed the small of your back to support you from falling. 
     You never mingled with clients before, never has it ever crossed your mind, till now…But there was something undeniable that attracted you to each other. Both of you felt like you have known each other for centuries. Like two lost souls separated by the red string of fate. You both were like two moths that were led to a flame. A fire that would never be tamed by any forces upon this world or the next. 
        He leaned into you first, taking full control of the opportunity at hand. He took extra precaution to start with a slow but assuring pace. Taking time to savor the moment between each other, tasting each other. You were sweeter than milk and honey. There was a slight desperation in your moans as he nipped your lower lip and began to enter his soft tongue into your mouth gently claiming you. It’s been a long time since you’ve been with a guy. But this wasn’t a guy, this was a man. Feeling slightly embarrassed and like a third wheel, the cloak decided to swiftly float out the room and close the door behind him.
     Steven chuckled and smiled at his fellow companion having the decency not to watch, “I knew you couldn’t resist me” he said with a hand behind the back of your neck, rubbing his thumb while slightly pulling away mere inches from your face. “Since when does the great Sorcerer Supreme read minds?” you said while catching your breath. Without skipping a beat, he cupped both sides of your soft face between his shaky hands. “It was only too obvious; it doesn’t take that long to measure a waistline” he stated matter of factly with a haughty smirk on his face. 
     Damn that smirk you thought to yourself. You returned his kiss with an even more desperate one. As your kisses became deeper and more passionate, he turned your head back to give him the best possible leverage to your engorges zone. As he placed delicate kisses and bites on your neckline and earlobe you looked down at his hands. Scarred and damaged from a past car wreck that ruined his career. They were pale but with slim red lines going down each digit. They were captivating to you. Like artwork. The things he could do with them…
        Speaking breathlessly between his tender kisses you gently moaned “There beautiful by the way…” you said between heavy kisses. “What is?” He asked with a husky tone while trailing kisses down your collarbone. “Your hands” you confessed while giving out a slightly higher octave of a moan while he bit your neck slightly. Giving out a warm lick to help with the slight pleasurable pain. As you both continued kissing again you instinctively started to pull his sweatpants down. He swiftly paused and grabbed you tenderly with his hands. “We must stop this…” Steven cooed to you as his voice grew husky with hunger and longing. His shaking scarred hands gently cupping both sides of your petal soft face once more. Mere centimeters from your face, he was able to smell both of your arousal and sexual tension. You both could cut that with a knife.    
           But as he leaned into your tender swollen lips, warmth flooded through his head all the way down to his aching core. Causing his cock to twitch. This only fueling a new fire inside him. Something past lovers have never done before. He knew deep down inside his heart that this wildfire that began could never be exhumed. He wanted more, needed more…of you. 
He just wasn’t quite there yet. You were no doubt beautiful to him, like the sun. He wanted to worship you at your feet forever in pleasure to you. But with this dreaded wedding around the corner, he couldn’t help but feel distracted by his ex Christine. As much as he tried to purge thoughts of her. Her memory was like a knat in his ear. An itch he couldn’t scratch. Always replaying his past failure repeatedly, especially at night. No doubt that pain was an old friend to him. It absolutely drove him insane how he couldn’t learn to move on from her. To move on with his life. He deserves someone who could love him at his worst, even before his best. You deserved better than him he thought.
      You slowly laced your hands behind his head and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Showing him physically that you didn’t care about his past. You only cared about the man he is now right in front of you. As he tried to turn his head slightly away from you tears welling up in his eyes you pulled his forehead to touch yours, feeling the sadness and weight of his burdens you wanted to help him carry it no matter the cost. 
   “We don’t have to do anything until you’re ready.” You stated to him with an undeniable softness in your voice. He wrapped his strong arms around you pulling you into a tight locked hug. You could feel the warm tears sprinkling on your sweater causing your heart to break. “How can someone as perfect as you love a damaged man like me?” he whispered in your ear. You pulled back and pressed your hands on his warm chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat between your open palms.
Not even realizing that your fingers have stopped shaking, you moved them up to his chest to cup his face gently between your palms, gently brushing the tear stains from his cheeks. You looked directly into his blue eyes and said, “Love is patient, love is kind. I’m not going anywhere as long as you’ll have me Steven Strange…I’m with you till the end of the line”. All he could do was stare back at you; mouth slightly agape in shock. He chuckled to himself feeling embarrassed about the sudden emotions he was feeling and pulled you in for a slow and tender kiss. “You’re pretty amazing you know that” he exclaimed. His heart filling with joy. You stayed locked together in the embrace for what felt like a happy eternity. 
     Once you both felt calm again you pulled away from Steven feeling colder now without his touch. You turned to the king size bed to begin putting all your work supplies away. Closing the bag with a snap of the clasp you heard him behind you asking, “So what do I owe you for your services?” he said calmly while magicking his sorcerer robes back on. The door opened and cloak soon followed suit in returning to his broad shoulders. 
You would never get tired of watching him use magic. “Nothing yet, not until your Armani suit is here and we can tally up the price then.” Still feeling the raw swollen tenderness on both of your lips, you both made your way back down the staircase and towards the Sanctums front doors. As you both were walking down you noticed his hand never leaving the small of your back, it was almost as if he wanted to instinctively protect you and never let you go. Once you finally made it to what felt like way to soon you were at the front doors. Deep down you didn’t ever want to leave Steven or this place. Your heart pined. It felt like home, HE felt like home to you. 
       There was a certain foreign comfort you both felt in the presence of each other. The role models in your life were not exactly dependable in your lives and you both mastered the art of building up walls to protect yourselves from heartbreak. But you knew he wasn’t just some guardian who can chase the demons away at night. You weren’t some easy lay or a mere damsel in distress to him either. You both felt you can tell each other anything and everything. The foreign feeling of trust felt amazing. 
     As he slowly opened the heavy door,  you turned around to face him. Practically leaping excitedly into his strong arms. Fingers laced around his firm frame you pulled him in for one last kiss. Smelling his personal scent drove you mad and made your mouth water. Releasing yourself from him, his new felt steady hands on your hips he asked, “So can I message you tomorrow? Will that be okay with you?”  You smiled up at him with beaming eyes full of happiness. “Absolutely, I look forward to it magic man”. He blushed sheepishly and gave you a wink that made your cheeks turn red as well. He found it sexy to see you blush.  
      As you walked away waving at him, you disappeared into the bustling crowd. Taking a chance to steady his breath he glanced down and noticed at that moment that his hands weren’t shaking. There wasn’t even any magic being used this time to tame them he realized. He was slowly beginning to feel like a normal human again. It felt amazing. Feeling this pining in his chest he leaned against the doorframe and pulled out his phone. He just couldn’t wait. He opened the new message portion on his phone and began typing, “I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave” with a grin from ear to ear. He knew next time he saw you he was going to make the attempt to change in his old ways.
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INTRODUCTION
Hi I'm amelia and I'm wanting to start writing my own fics!
I have a tiktok account called "lokisrealpurpose" so feel free to follow that for headcannons and other marvel and other fandom based videos
Please please please send in some requests of what you want me to write, here are some fandoms I will do:
Sherlock
Marvel
Umbrella Academy
Harry Potter
and some more!
My main characters are
Loki
Sherlock
Diego
Natasha
Wanda
Bucky
and Stephan
but if you want anyone else I will 100% try to write them :)
I will post an about me soon, thank you for your time and follow for updates and requests!
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