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Incorrect quotes||Marvel

Y/N: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve.

Stephen: I think you mean cards.

Y/N pulling knives out of their sleeves: No, I do not.

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[ultralightpoe]

Haunted House - Stephen Strange

Authors Note: HAPPY HALLOWEEN

Word Count: 1,286

Warnings: illusions to smut

Description: Small halloween blurb.

This is apart of my Halloween event, stay tuned for a new story every hour!

Happy Halloween!

It starts as a small whisper from a mother to her neighbor. “Did you hear about the witch and warlock?” The neighbor talked to her sister, this time whispering “The witches are running a haunted house.” Her sister tells her coworker about it, and on and on and on. 

Within days the news of ‘The Haunted House’ travels and everyone is preparing for it. Making plans to stop by on Halloween because who in their right mind would miss this?

But no one, NO ONE, was as excited as Stephen Strange. 

The sanctum was normally to remain hidden unless the person called to it, but on Halloween (and with proper protection spells of all the artifacts) he began a tradition of opening the sanctum to the world and unleashed his powers upon them…… but that wasn’t his favorite part of it all. 

No. 

His favorite part was you, his wife, and your natural power. 

You came from a coven when he met you, cocky and beautiful, everything about you powerful and smooth. You ended up saving him from a demon, showing him up in all but two moves before you vanished. 

It took months of this, you popping up and saving him, before he finally got your name. Wong had warned him about you, warned him about your coven as well. 

“They are purists, the witches are not to interact with warlocks or humans. If they find that she does, she could be stranded or worse killed.”

But Stephen couldn’t stay away, he was drawn to you. 

Months and months, seeing you became a natural thing and soon enough he was completely in love. Your coven expelled you, and though you had been upset about losing your mother and sisters you had agreed to marry him and you had formed a happy family with him. 

And there was one night a year that you allowed yourself to actually unleash the depth of your power. 

“America!” You call up the stairs, fixing your cliche witch hat once more before moving to fuss over the streamers on the railing. “Baby wizard come on, it’s nearly time!” 

“Coming!” She calls, and Stephen comes around the corner, leaning on the wall as he watches you fuss over the decorations before your adopted daughter rushes down the steps in her own wizard costume. 

“YOU LOOK GREAT!” You squeal, pulling her in and fixing the shoulders. 

“You’re not mad I chose wizard over witch?” America asks, allowing you to fuss over her.

“Absolutely not, I think you look great. Now where is-”

“Right here.” Stepen smiles before you even have to finish asking, turning slowly to show you his outfit. 

“Those are your normal robes, Strange. This is supposed to be-” He smiles and holds out his hand, allowing a fully decorated cloak to fly to him. Cobwebs and black paint over him, and the second he latches on the outfit Stephen had been wearing transforms into the sinister version of it. 

“Better? Mrs. Strange?”

“Perfect.” You smile, stepping closer to kiss him deeply before pulling back and clapping your hands. 

Stephen takes a moment to admire you, trying not to grow a hard on at your costume before you are finally ready to begin. 

“Alright, when the clock strikes 6 we will begin. A new round every hour. Understood?” 

“Ready.” America smiles. 

“I guess.” Wong sighs from his spot by the door, pretending not to be excited even though he was.

“Extremely ready!” Peter calls, swinging from the ceiling and landing next to America. Another one you had managed to adopt, you had ripped the memory curse and managed to allow everyone in the sanctum to remember him.  “Remind me of my role one more time.”

“You’re the dead man hanging, darling.” 

“Right. Got it.”

“Let’s begin then.” It takes everything in Stephen not to kiss you when you smile, your eyes shining that magnificent purple. He loved this holiday.

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The clock chimes 6 times, echoing out to the first crowd that had formed outside, bouncing on their feet excitedly as they wait for the Sanctum to appear, and once the 6th chime hits a heavy cloud of purple smoke appears and then the building is revealed. Gasps travel through the crowd as everyone pushes forward, stepping up the concrete steps happily. 

The doors open slowly, the purple smoke working as a fog as a serene voice rings out to the crowd, lulling them all in. “Come little children, I’ll take thee away-”

Janey, who had just turned 17 three days ago, takes a couple steps in and once 30 people had made it in the doors slam shut and the lighting goes down easily, everyone nearly surrounded in darkness as a purple cloud forms above them. “Follow me, if you dare….”

And there you were, Janey could do nothing but blink up at you as you emerged from the cloud, floating. You were everything. 

“It’s the witch of the sanctum!” Someone yells, pointing as if you weren’t the easiest thing to see in the room. You smile, a cheshire cat smile as you gesture for everyone to follow, leading them into your house of horrors.

- 

The last batch of people come in at 4 am, most of them college students not ready to end the night. You had to pull back the scares a bit so there were no incidents. But by the end of the night you are left on the stairs, laying down with a small smile as Stephen comes to find you. 

His touches are gentle as he lifts your head to sit on the stairs with you, laying your head on his lap and brushing your hair. 

“Have a fun night?”

“The best night ever.” You yawn. “Reminds me of my old home. Especially when the hellhound ended up chasing after that biker guy. If only he knew she was just a puppy who smelled bacon.”

“Why would he have a burger in his pocket, I still don’t understand that.” Stephen jokes, trying to ease the tension in his chest as he gazes at you. He knew you missed it, your family. “I’m sorry baby.”

“Don’t be sorry, Warlock.” You whisper, sitting up and pulling him in for a soft kiss. “Thank you for letting me have fun tonight.” 

“I enjoy it, you are msot gorgeous when you’re not taming your powers….. But the medusa trick was a bit much this year.”

“I TURNED HIM BACK.” You defend, smiling from ear to ear. “But we might have to tone down a bit next year.”

“We?” He laughs and you shrug. “Fine. I might have to tone it down next year.”

He grabs your chin softly, pulling you close until his lips are grazing your own. “Don’t ever tone it down, Witch.”

“No problem, Warlock.” He lets himself kiss you then, opening a portal to your room and allowing himself to destroy you. 

- 

Janey goes to school, whispering about the house. She tells her friends of the smoke and how the witch had turned a man into solid stone and the hellhound. She tells them about the epic maze of blue star shaped portals that lead them from room to room, each one containing another world. 

The news travels about the hellhounds and the flying demons. The skeletons that walked amok and the young man that hung himself in the foyer at the end. (They didn’t know that Peter was using his webs as a harness and the spell you put on him made him unrecognizable)

By the time the police went to the address they found nothing but an empty warehouse, Stephens protection spells back in place keeping his witch and his family safely tucked inside. 

{Would love to write more about reader witchling and warlock Stephen}

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[snowflakeanimelover]

A Misunderstanding That Leads To a Gift

Relationship: Doctor Stephen Strange x Female reader

Fandom: Marvel Universe, Doctor Strange, (Pre-movie)Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness

Warnings: Spoilers of beginning of the movie Doctor Strange: MoM, other than that nothing else of the movie is mentioned, a little angst, lots of backstory, cute, fluff, major fluff, kisses, Wong deserves a hug, fight, argument, jokes, hot doctor strange because yes, hugs, friends to lovers, kinda shy reader, nice reader, A LITTLE SPICY AT THE END

Summary: Reader has known Doctor Stephen Strange since medical school. She doesn’t know how she grew to be friends with him, despite his horrible personality, and even grew to like him. But as time passes, and the doctor comes back better than ever, especially as a hero, their relationship becomes more. But all hope and happiness can be changed quickly, all because of a misunderstanding. Reader starts to get tired of his many excuses of canceling their plans to hang out, but what happens when a little misunderstanding somehow brings them closer?

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Author note: Helllooo it has certainly been a long time since I’ve written a one-shot on here….very sorry! Will probably be writing more Doctor Strange stuff cause I am currently obsessed with him. Also write this one-shot in one go and my fingers burnnnn. Anyways, hope someone enjoys this just as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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It was just for one night. (Y/n) had to remind herself that not only was this the fiftieth time he had canceled on her, but that he was also a hero and could be very busy. She couldn’t be mad at him. She understood his reasons, even though his reasons were quite stupid before he became a sorcerer.

(Y/N) knew Doctor Stephen Strange back in medical school. He was a cocky bastard who only cared about fame and money. He would turn down so many suffering patients, only because their problems weren’t interesting enough and didn’t improve his reputation as the best doctor around.

Why was she friends with a guy like him? You may ask. Well, only she knew the soft side that he kept hidden. She wasn’t sure how it happened, or doesn’t really remember how they met in medical school, but she knows him to be a soft character on the inside.

Back before he became a sorcerer and learned magic, he was a man who loved his job only because of the money and being the most popular doctor out there. (Y/N) found herself having peaceful and meaningful conversations with him quite often…that was his soft side. He joked, had witty comments, and was kind enough to give small gifts for her birthday or for major holidays. She even noticed the soft smiles he’d give her at the end of their conversations before they had to depart and take care of a patient.

But because he was so busy as a famous doctor, (Y/N) and Stephen never went out on friendly hangouts, like normal friends, as much as they’d liked. There were times where they celebrated, and Stephen asked (Y/N) out to a nice dinner. (Y/N) did her best to bring him out at times, too.

And he had said he enjoyed their time together outside of work.

Yet, deep down, (Y/N) knew he’d rather be with someone else than her. She knew Christine Palmer, a fellow and nice doctor, to be in his eyes at all times. (Y/N) always caught him staring at her from time to time, even while in the middle of a conversation, and as she stood at the end of the hallways.

It was hard on (Y/N). And being her usual caring self, she left it be and gave them space. She figured that she’d find someone else. As time passed, she didn’t find anyone to keep her company for the rest of her life, but she did become close once again with the famous Doctor. Although, now….he’s a hero.

“Magic…?” (Y/N) was appalled. Thrilled, even, by hearing what he could do now. He was gone for months and he comes back with some magical abilities and a new look. She had to admit the new look…looked rather good on him.

She also noticed the way he smiled more. The deep fame-craving demon inside of him so long ago has now disappeared and is replaced with adventure, curiosity, and maturity.

He had changed. And in a good way.

Stephen smiled briefly, one corner of his mouth tipping upwards, almost covered by his fancy mustache. “Yeah. Weird, isn’t it? Never thought I’d come back with…this,” he gestures to his new outfit. Ancient-like styled blue robes covered his body, as well as a vibrant red cloak hanging off of his shoulders. A gold oval case-like medallion was positioned on his chest, attached to his clothes.

(Y/N) had to admit that the outfit had her staring longingly at him more.

“That is…weird,” she says slowly, trying to gather her thoughts, “in a good way! Of course…I mean, it’s super cool.”

“You think so?” He starts, but puts a finger up as if to stop her from saying anything yet, “Wait, the outfit, or the magic?”

(Y/N) lets out a giggle, “Both, actually. Both are really cool. The outfit…I think it suits you.”

Stephen keeps his smile, “Well, at least I have that going for me. Your opinion means a lot.”

And since that encounter, they have gotten even closer. He tries to hang out with her as much as he can, when he isn’t trying to save innocent lives and the entire world or universe. At some point, it became a bit difficult for him to arrange any meetings, so he came to a conclusion.

“Visit the Sanctum?” (Y/N) could feel her jaw drop at the thought of being in such a sacred place. Well, she knew it wasn’t really sacred, but it was an important place for the sorcerers. She had never been there, and had only heard so much by the doctor himself and his companion, Wong. “I did…say it right, right?” The many vocabulary words spoken by the sorcerers is a bit much for her brain to handle.

Stephen chuckles at her last question, softly patting her hand. The soft wind in the park fought against the few black strands of his hair that had escaped his specific hairstyle. They sit on the bench, talking about their lives and what they missed.

“Yes, you said it right. And yes, you should visit. In fact, you can visit anytime. I’ll be there most of the time, anyway.”

The excitement (Y/N) felt of seeing him more often than not was almost overwhelming. She could tell he could see right through her, about ready to bounce off the walls with questions and happiness.

Since then, she had come by the Sanctum practically everyday, when she wasn’t busy. She felt as if she had no place but by Stephen’s side. Usually, on his most busy days, she sat and read a book, or asked Wong a few questions while Stephen worked and studied.

It came to a point where they set up a guest room just for her. In case she ended up staying far later than usual and she had a room to sleep in.

But not all things were to go as smoothly as she’d like.

The past few times of trying to go out to a meal, go for a walk, or anything else, Stephen had canceled on her. (Y/N), at first, didn’t mind at all. He was a busy man and had good reasons to cancel. Such as saving lives. (Y/N) even noticed how much he cared about her feelings when he canceled. She hadn’t ever heard him apologize so much in her life.

Then one night, he canceled on her once again. But this time, (Y/N) was very upset about it. She couldn’t do anything about it, though, as his reason was going to save the world once again.

In fact, she was so upset, she tried to avoid seeing the doctor as much as she could. She figured that stopping by the Sanctum one early morning to return a book she borrowed from Wong could help her not run into Stephen…but it was too difficult to say no to Wong when he offered her to stay for breakfast.

The tension in the room was heavy, (Y/N) noticed, as she quietly ate her breakfast. It was quite good, actually, and she always enjoyed the rare moments Wong made meals. She tried to keep her eyes trained anywhere but on Stephen, who sat at one end of the table, also eating his breakfast. His usual blue robes were on. His ‘work clothes’ he called them.

The silence was almost too much to stay in the presence of. (Y/N) tried to eat her breakfast quickly, without it being obvious, so she could leave. But Wong cleared his throat before she could shove the last few mouthfuls of her food, grabbing their attention.

“So…am I missing something, or did you two get in a fight?” The man finally asks, breaking the awkward silence.

They sure did get in a fight the night he canceled on her. She snapped at him over the phone on accident, but the deed was done and she actually felt good about saying something to him. It felt good to let out her frustrations once in a while, instead of holding them in. Since that phone call, they hadn’t really been talking to each other.

When the two didn’t respond to Wong, he decided to shrug his shoulders and leave it be. “I see. It’s none of my business,” he says, backing off, “Anyways, I heard Christine is having a wedding. Are you two going to go?”

(Y/N) remembers the invitation Christine sent her, and how happy she felt at seeing such exciting news. But her mood sours once again when Stephen nods. “Yes. Well…maybe. I don’t know yet,” he stumbles over his thoughts.

“Ah, well, I would assume so since you went to help her the other night. How did that go, by the way?” Wong asks innocently.

The loud clang of (Y/N)’s fork hitting the glass plate echoes throughout the room, causing the two men to freeze and look at her. She had never held such a mighty glare towards the man she loved. And she can tell it’s affecting him, by the way he flinched as soon as their eyes met.

Stephen helping Christine with her wedding wasn’t a big deal. Of course, it wasn’t, since they are close friends. But (Y/N) remembers Stephen being so busy lately, he hasn’t had a chance to hang out with her. So when in the hell did he have the time to help Christine?

“When was this?” She grits out past her teeth.

Wong leans back in his chair, slightly concerned by his friend's reaction. “Two nights ago, I believe?”

“You canceled our plans to go help Christine with her wedding?!” (Y/N) snaps, abruptly standing up from her chair.

Stephen jumped at her words and stood up, as well. “No, no!” He blurts out, his hands flinging up in some kind of surrender. “It’s not what it looks like-“

“Not what it looks like!” She scoffs, “Stephen! Those plans were important to me! I got a promotion for my dream job, something I have wanted for a long time, and we planned it! Way before your little date with Christine!”

He looked taken aback by her words, a little confused on why she called it a date when it wasn’t anything close to it. Hell, she’s getting married to another man. “Date? (Y/N), you need to calm down and let me explain-“

“Yeah, when pigs fly!” She huffs, but points a finger at him after she realizes what she said, “don’t even think about it.” Stephen nodded, fighting a smile at her random and aweful comeback. “What I mean is that you can think about what you did and apologize to me. That night was important to me, Stephen, and you lied to me about it! You said you were saving the world! …I thought we were friends…”

(Y/N) doesn’t give him time to respond as she walks out of the room, as fast as she possibly could without tripping and making a fool out of herself. She ignored the call of her name by the doctor as he ran after her.

“(Y/N), stop!” His raised voice almost startled her, if she weren’t so upset.

She didn’t stop, though. But suddenly, in a blink of an eye, she finds herself walking right through a sparkly portal and right behind Stephen. She was still in the same hallway, just transported farther back then she just was. “Don’t you dare use your magic on me!”

Stephen turns around and places a firm grip on (Y/N)’s upper arms before she could walk off past him. He looked annoyed more than anything as a heavy sigh leaves his lips, struggling just a little against her nudges of getting out of his grip.

“Would you just…listen?”

Realizing he wouldn’t let her go anytime soon, (Y/N) holds her breath and stays still, allowing him to continue. “Look, yes I canceled our plans to go help Christine with her wedding plans, but,” he pauses, his light blue-gray eyes looking right into (Y/N)’s, “Christine told me there was going to be a fireworks show at this restaurant in a couple of days. I wanted to ask you to move our dinner to that day, so we can properly celebrate your promotion…”

His voice was so soft, it was starting to get difficult for (Y/N) to be mad at him anymore. In fact, all she felt was guilty at hearing his words. He didn’t cancel their plans just to hang out with his past crush, he canceled because he wanted to make better plans.

“But you yelled at me over the phone before I could explain that… so, I’m sorry for not saying it earlier.”

“Oh, Stephen…” she gasps lightly, feeling her eyes burn as tears well up, “Oh my god…no, I’m sorry for not listening to you. I’m such a horrible friend…” she stresses. Her hands ring through her hair as she looks away, too embarrassed to look at him.

Stephen doesn’t say a word while he brings her to his chest, wrapping his arms around her back and softly rubbing it to comfort her. “It was just a misunderstanding. Nothing to worry about…I was trying to figure out how to tell you.”

A few tears slip down (Y/N)’s cheeks, her head resting against his chest. He rocked their bodies back and forth gently, soothing her to an extent. She could feel his chin resting on the top of her head. She felt so at home in his arms. “God…I’m so sorry, Stephen. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

A light chuckle escaped his lips, his chest rumbling at the action, “Yeah. Go to dinner with me. As a date.”

She couldn’t help but to gawk at him as soon as they separated, her eyes so wide the man smiled in triumph. “A…a date? As in, like…”

“A couple, yeah,” he concludes. His hands rub her shoulders from time to time, as if he didn’t want to let her go, “If you’ll have me…that is.”

It took (Y/N) a few moments to realize she was still holding her surprised expression, making the sweet moment a bit awkward. She quickly snaps her mouth shut, her head nodding as she tries to find the words. “U-uh, yes! I mean, yeah…of course, Stephen…”

The doctor smiled so wide, it was quite heartwarming for her to see. She smiled, too, at their new relationship. She didn’t know what to do next. Her body practically rocked on its own as she stood there, her eyes having a hard time looking into his. (Y/N) could feel her cheeks grow warm by how embarrassing this was.

Stephen took the liberty of moving his hands from her shoulders to cupping her cheeks, bringing her to look into his eyes. He slowly moved in, lips softly connecting with hers in a slow, heated kiss.

It felt as if it lasted for an hour, but it was only a few seconds. It was slow, passionate, sweet, and so warm, she didn’t want him to stop. Their eyes briefly open when their lips separate and their breaths fan over each other's faces as they try to regain what little air they lost.

Love is what (Y/N) saw in his eyes as they stared at each other. And she felt all the more connected with him. No words were spoken, too busy studying the face of the other. Studying what feelings they had for each other. And, soon, their lips lock once more.

This time was more heated than the last.

“I’ve always wanted to do that with you…” Stephen mumbles between kisses, unrelenting of letting her go.

(Y/N) giggles at his words, realizing how cheesy they were, “Me, too.”

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Bonus(Kinda spicy):

“So, uh…why did you lie to me? You know…why didn’t you say you were helping Christine?” (Y/N) decides to bring up later that night. Her body was snugged up under Stephens arm as they read some books together. A quiet, perfect moment, to cuddle and for Stephen to work.

She could feel the man go tense under her body, and he smoothly rubbed her arm with the arm that was hanging on her shoulders. “I…uh…panicked,” he says slowly, turning a page in his book.

“Panicked?” she repeats, scooting herself back a little to look at his face. He met her eyes before he raises his eyebrows in question, “Doctor Stephen Strange…panicked? Never thought I’d see the day…” she mumbles, turning back to her book.

He scoffs, wrapping his arm over her shoulder once more, “Really? It was difficult to say the truth when you were yelling at me for canceling again. Figured it’d make things worse…”

(Y/N) hums, her head finally leaning back against his chest as she read, “You deserved that, by the way.”

“Are you trying to stir something up?” he sighs, faking to sound annoyed. She could feel his breath against her neck as he closes in, his warm and soft lips touching her skin as he softly kisses the spot, “‘cause it’s best not to start something if you think you can’t finish it.”

A giggle escapes her lips when he carefully takes the book from her hands, his body leaning more and more onto her and against the couch, trapping her under him. “You think I can’t finish something I started?” her lips touch his in a quick, passionate kiss, “because I’m ready to prove you wrong.”

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[imagines--galore]

Hi<3

I love your writings btw

I just wanted to ask if you could maybe right a reader x dr strange fic where reader and Stephen take a bath together as usual and the reader feels a bit insecure about her body🥹

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T+. Romance. A little nudity since they are taking a bath, but nothing graphic. A/N: Awwwwww! Thank you so much for your kind words. I hope you like this one! Was the gif necessary? Not really. Did it absolutely have to be added? Yes, of course.

It had been a really really really long day.

You had been up well before dawn to help with a magical emergency at the London Sanctum. Apparently one of the trainees had thought it would be fun to wear a necklace that held the essence of the magic user Morgana herself. Whatever soul was left within that object had taken over the young disciple and then began to plot on taking over the United Kingdom.

Dealing with that problem had taken the better part of your morning, and you had only just managed to stumble through a portal and back into the New York Sanctum when a distress call from the very middle of the Pacific Ocean had you running through another portal within seconds.

Some long lost civilization had worked out a spell to escape their watery prison and were about to unleash havoc to the surface world. Putting all the spells back in place alongside several other magic users took a long while, and by the time you got back to New York, the sun was already setting.

You were beyond exhausted, magically drained, and hadn't had the chance to eat anything the entire day. Not to mention you had managed to gain several new sets of injuries along your entire body from your fights with Morgana and the sea serpent like creatures. Not to mention you smelled like salt water. You had taken more then one dip in the ocean during your battle with the sea creatures.

You were almost stumbling on your feet as you gripped the door to your bedroom and swung it open to reveal the Sorcerer Supreme standing there, as if he had already been waiting for you. He raised an eyebrow at your wet, disheveled, slightly bleeding and bruised appearance.

"Seems you had quite the day." He observed, reaching out to gently grasp your hand and help you further into the room. You gave a small nod. "Well I had to fill in both our roles didn't I? How was the Inter-Dimensional Magic Council?" You asked, knowing he had been away for days now. "Did you just get back?" Slowly you began to remove your shoes and socks, wincing once your feet were finally released from the confines of leather. You wiggled your toes, hoping to get some feeling back in them.

"I did. Only to hear about the emergencies you had to step in and help with during my absence." He looked like he was about to apologize, but you quickly waved your hand, dismissing it. "Yes well, it is our job as magic-users Stephen, and since you were not here and Wong was busy, I had to help wherever I was called."

Slowly standing up, you sent out a small spell towards the bathroom where the faucet opened and the sound of water filling the bathtub could be heard. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a day's worth of grime to wash off." Normally you would opt for a shower, but you were just so tired that you didn't even have it in you to keep standing for long and do that. As you walked past him, you leaned up a press a kiss to his cheek, the act almost absentminded. "Glad to have you back Stephen." So saying you walked into the bathroom.

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Steam filled the spacious marbled room. The tub was filled to the brim, and yet you were sitting on the floor beside it, allowing your hand to play in the warm water. You had already shed your clothes, and it was then that you were made aware of the exact toll your body had taken during the multiple fights you had had that day.

Almost every inch of your skin was covered in small cuts, large gashes and minor bruises, to bruises that covered entire patches of skin. Thankfully, the blood had clotted and there weren't any injuries that would be life-threatening but you were more then aware of the lasting scars that would serve as a reminder of your battles. There was no medical kit in the bathroom, and you had no desire to call upon Stephen and ask him to help you. You didn't want him to see you like this. Bruised and battered. On normal occasions you would try and heal yourself, but you were just so exhausted that you couldn't bring yourself to lift your hands anymore.

So you sat there, dozing off and enjoying the warmth of the steam. That is until you felt a gentle hand press against the side of your neck. Your eyes snapped open to meet a concerned blue gaze as Stephen hovered over you. He heaved a sigh of relief at seeing you awake. "You've been here for a long time. And when I came in and saw you just lying there I thought..." He trailed off, not wanting to voice his worst thoughts. You shook your head, smiling in reassurance. "I'm alright. I just didn't feel like getting up." You admitted. He crouched in front of you, his eyes flitting from one injury to the next. Normally when he would look at you while you were naked, it would leave you aching and your skin begging to be touched.

But right then? You could only feel a sense of dread and insecurity settle in the pit of your stomach. You probably looked horrible all banged up and bruised like that. Like most women you were no stranger to feeling insecure about your body, and though Stephen had admitted to loving how you looked, and had expressed it by ravishing you on more then one occasion, that fear still lingered. In your current state, it only increased tenfold.

"See something you like Doctor?" You couldn't help but tease, trying to divert your attention from the real problem. A small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth before he shook his head. "Come here." Reaching out, he gently cradled you to his chest, and with surprising strength, lifted you off the floor and slowly lowered you into the warm water of the bathtub. The initial sensation caused a sting to race through every open wound you had, but it subsided and you slowly relaxed into the water, letting out a soft moan of pleasure. Your gaze turned up to meet his and you smiled. "Thank you." He reached down to gently grasp your hand between his, and pressed his lips to the back of it.

"Could you get me a first aid kit?" You asked, to which he nodded. Quickly opening a portal into a pocket dimension, he pulled out a box the two of them kept in there for emergencies. "Getting a little lazy there Stephen?" You said with a roll of your eyes. "I think I can wash and patch myself up now, you can leave." He had already seen you at your worst, you certainly weren't about to have him stay. Stephen gave you a look that had you smiling sheepishly. Slowly rising to his feet, he made quick work of the medical kit, being sure that everything was in order to be used before he started to strip himself.

You blinked. "Stephen? What're you doing?" There was a slight tremble in your voice as you watched him undress. He looked over his shoulder and gave you a small smile. Once he had shed his clothes, he turned to quickly climb into the bathtub behind you. It was big enough to seat more then two people, leaving a lot of room for the two of you to move around if you needed. You quickly tried to shift away from him, but he wrapped a firm arm around your waist and pulled you back.

"To answer your question, I am taking care of you Y/N. How many times have you taken care of me after a particularly exhausting day. I think its time I return the favor." You gave a small shrug. "I suppose, but I.....I don't want you seeing me like this." You finally admitted, unable to come up with a sound argument as to why he shouldn't be there. "Like what?" He asked, genuinely confused as he frowned at her. You turned your head away from him, allowing your back to rest against his strong chest, unable to meet his intense gaze. "Like this." You gestured to your entire body, where everything was visible under the water.

A brief moment of silence followed your words before you felt him shift behind you. Grabbing the detachable shower head, he began to run the water along your head, allowing your hair to soak the water, and run down your face and neck. You sighed softly at the warm water caressing your aching skin. Grabbing your shampoo from the side he began to lather it into your scalp, his long fingers massaging your head as he did. "How many times have I asked you to leave, when I didn't want you to see me at my worst?" He asked, his voice echoing slightly in the otherwise silent bathroom. You hummed, pulling yourself out of whatever state of nirvana his massage had lured you into. "I don't know." You admitted, recalling just how many times you had insisted on staying to take care of him.

"Then why do you think I shall leave you in your hour of need?" He began to run the shower head along your hair once again, washing away the suds. Once done, you pushed your now clean and wet hair away from your face and turned your head to look at him. "I guess you could say I'm nervous about you seeing me like this." You admitted, after a long moment of deliberation.

He raised a hand to run along the bruise forming under your eye where you had caught a punch earlier that day. It was already turning color, and you winced slightly at the ache his brief movement caused. Gently, being very careful of your injuries, he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you in closer. The water shifted as you moved to sit on his thigh, allowing yourself an inch of height. "Y/n." He said, his voice firm yet gentle. "Do you believe me to be that shallow?" He had barely finished his question when you quickly shook your head. "No! No! Of course not. Not you. Its just what I think." His hands began to stroke along your skin. "You are hurt otherwise, I would take the time to remind you just how beautiful and precious you are to me."

The way he looked at you, and the veiled promise that his voice held, caused your cheeks to flush with pleasure as your lips pulled into a soft smile. "I will simply have to settle by taking care of you. For the time being." He added with a promising smile to which you gave a small laugh and a nod.

"For the time being." You echoed, slowly lowering your head to capture his lips in a sweet kiss. Your eyes closed as you sighed softly against his lips, savoring the feeling that always overcame your very soul when you kissed him. A slight tinging sensation brought you back to reality. Pulling back you lifted a hand to your lower lip, wincing at the spot of blood that appeared there. Stephen looked slightly guilty for a second.

"We can continue once you are well again. Right now lets get you cleaned up and into bed." Between the two of you, you managed to wash away whatever grime and dried blood was left clinging to your skin very quickly. Once done, he stood first, wrapping a towel around his waist before helping you stand as well and wrapping a soft towel around you.

He set you down on a stool he had brought in as he began to inspect every single cut or bruise that you had. He applied the necessary bandages and ointment, and given his skill as a doctor, you were patched up in no time.

                                               ————————–

A half an hour later you were snuggled against Stephen, wearing your most comfiest pajamas, with a full stomach and feeling the effects of the pain killers you had just taken.

"Stephen?" You whispered softly, one arm resting across his chest. He hummed in response, one arm wrapped around your shoulders, while the other rested behind his head. "Thank you for taking care of me." Your lips pressed a sweet kiss to his bare chest, prompting him to drop his own kiss to the top of your head.

"Always my love."

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[curseofaphrodite]

exception

STEPHEN STRANGE X FEM!ASEXUAL!READER

summary: just a small blurb because I couldn't resist! :) also, using my own gifs for fics feel surreal haha [tw; slight acephobia, death threats (not to you), fake ass friends (except yelana <3)

"You're dating Stephen fucking Strange?" Elena (one of your co-workers) asked, her yell barely visible over the loud Stark party. You grimaced anyway.

"Can you lower your voice? I don't want anyone to know," you said sharply, but one of your other friends had already arrived on the scene.

"Know what?" she asked, handing the drink over to you.

"She's dating Doctor Strange."

"Elena!" you exclaimed in shock.

"An avenger, and does she tell us? No!! Here I'm thinking we are platonic soulmates—"

"We've known each other for 2 weeks," you interrupted, reminding them that you were indeed the newest addition to Stark enterprises.

"Doctor Strange is hot," the other friend (Lisa) said, sighing dreamily. "Does he use the magic rope thingy in bed? I bet he does."

You blinked. "Uhm, actually we didn't-"

You let the statement hang in the air, hoping they'd take the hint and drop it. Hoping that they'll assume your relationship with Strange to be super new. You weren't ready to tell them you were on the asexual spectrum, not anytime soon.

"Why the hell haven't you fucked him yet?" Elena asked blankly. "He's an avenger. Suck his dick so he stays around longer."

"There you are!" Yelena walked into the conversation, almost making you yell out in happiness. She was your best friend, and you knew you could just make a random excuse and get out of there.

"Yelena!" you smiled easily, hooking your hands around hers, steadily preparing to walk off.

Of course, Lisa didn't let you.

"Are you scared he'll dump you if your skills are poor or something?" Lisa asked instinctively, making you halt all moments.

"Wait, what's going on?" Yelena asked, frowning.

"I don't want to talk about it," you replied, mostly to Lisa.

"Then what?" Elena asked. "Does he have anything weird down there? Ohmygod you have to tell us!!!"

Yelena connected the dots and didn't look happy about it. "She said she didn't want to talk about it. Now move."

"This is fine," you said, trying your best to be bold. "It's okay. El, the reason why I didn't have sex with him yet is 'cause I'm asexual. Now that you guilted me into sharing something that I didn't really trust you to share with — can you please stop being a dick and move?"

"Asexual? Like the ones who are afraid of sex?" Lisa asked, seeming genuinely curious.

(It was like you were back in high school again, backed up in a corner with questions you didn't want to hear. You gulped, feeling the first wave of vulnerability wash over you.)

"I always thought it was a fancy name for virgins," Elena said without thinking.

"I always thought you were little pieces of shit glued together but we keep some thoughts to ourselves," Yelena snapped, her eyes screaming murder.

(You shut your eyes. Breath. One.. two..)

"Y/N?" a comfortingly familiar voice called, and you turned to see Stephen in what appeared to be the most "casual" outfit he could be in. He had a suit over his t-shirt and his hair was slicked back, with just that one strand of hair falling across his eyes.

You had a terrible feeling that he could see how helpless you felt.

"Holy shit," Elena said, her mouth open in surprise. "The doctor strange, right in front of my eyes. Someone please pinch me, preferably Stephen himself. Haha, can I call you Stephen? Or Steve?"

"No," he cut short. "Y/N, are you okay?"

No. No.

"I-" your eyes went from Elena to Lisa to Yelena to Stephen, knowing anytime you'd start having a panic attack. You could already feel the tears building up. You took a deep breath in.

"I'm fine," you whispered at last.

"No, she's not!" Yelena protested. "Look at her! These dummies think they can be on top of the world just because they are horny all the time."

"Oh." Stephen stared at Elena with clear anger on his face. "And here I thought you wouldn't be as stupid as you are clearly annoying."

"Hey!" Lisa gasped.

"You're both stupid," he corrected himself. "I love Y/N with all my life and you already know I'm a sorcerer. Think twice about what you're going to say from now or you'll magically end up in another universe with no money."

"Stephen—" you began, but Elena cut you to it.

"Are you threatening me?" she asked dramatically.

"Yes." Both him and Yelena said in unison.

"You can't do that-"

"Why? Because we're supposed to be the good guys?" Yelena snorted. "Believe me, plenty of people go missing every day. No one would suspect us."

"They got the hint," you interrupted firmly. "Can we please stop this before all of us get kicked out?"

Stephen took your hand and squeezed it reassuringly. "I'm sorry you had to deal with their bullshit."

"We're right here," Lisa said, mortified.

"Their bullshit," Stephen repeated, not taking his eyes off yours. "I love you and if you're up for it, maybe we can go dance?"

"Even though you hate dancing?"

"You know you're always my exception."

You smiled. "Let's go, then."

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[midnight-proxi]

MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS: INCORRECT QUOTE

Inspired by @snow-fire13 from their post and I wanted to create my own but with Stephen’s variants! I might do a draw in the near future! So enjoy!

Wong: Dumbest scar stories. Go!

Stephen Strange: I burned my tongue once drinking tea.

Defender Strange: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and burned it.

Sinister Strange: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade.

Illuminati Strange: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it on my hand and I got a really bad burn.

Strange Supreme(What If):

Strange Supreme(What If): I have emotional scars.

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[blackbat05]

Remedy

Stephen Strange x Reader

A/N: Is this like a unspoken rule for me to push stories before starting the semester? Hope it will bring you comfort like it will for me!

Genre: PG-13

Notes: Yet another short self-indulgent fic for myself (and also for future purposes if I need comfort but don’t have the brain cells to write).

Different people react differently when they’re stressed.

Stephen out of all people, knows this the best.

Which means, he knows your patterns and tell-tale signs.

Your tendency to be hyper fixated on your responsibilities and refusing to take a break until you finish it or get an answer.

He’s back from Kamar-Taj helping America and has portal back with the young girl.

Only to see a HUGE mess in the sanctum.

Papers strewn around every space on the floor, a stack of books which Stephen presumes to be journal articles stacked a good 3 feet high.

The two walk across the dimly lit room to find you crouched over the table, furiously typing away at your laptop.

America whispers to Stephen that she thinks she saw your eye twitch.

He has to do something.

Just as you clicked the save button to make sure your current progress wasn’t lost, Stephen uses his magic to levitate your laptop away, giving it to America who runs away with the device on his orders.

“Stephen! I was just about to finish that paragraph!” You couldn’t help but to be slightly agitated.

“Love, have you even taken a break at all?”

“Yes I have!” You respond defensively. Stephen raises an eyebrow, essentially forcing you to tell him the truth.

“No…” Your shoulders slumped in defeat. “I’m sorry Stephen. Its just that I have so many deadlines and I need to transcribe these interviews, and-”

Stephen brings a chair for you to sit down. “Remember what I told you?”

You look at him meekly, “They won’t run away from you.”

“Good. So we’re taking a break. You, me and America.”

You couldn’t help but to smile at the young girl’s enthusiasm as Stephen takes all of you to the Hong Kong sanctum.

As she eagerly runs down the road filled with street vendors, you and Stephen trail slowly behind, making sure she doesn’t stray too far.

Soon, all of you were munching on a snack. America had a bowl of fishballs, Stephen was carefully plucking bits of the egglet waffle and you were relishing the squid on a stick.

The three of you visit a few other places, namely a flower market and a park with stunning views of the city scape that Hong Kong had to offer at night.

“Thank you Stephen.” You didn’t realize it, but your body had relaxed itself as time went by. “I really needed this.”

“You know, I may not be a doctor anymore but I’ll still give damn good remedies.”

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[supervengerslock]

Savior of the Future- Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The Wish

Stephen Strange x Stark!Reader

A/N: Let me know if you wanna be added to the taglist!

It was over. you stood over Tony’s crumpled form. You had won, but at what cost?

Pepper held him as the arc reactor went out, and everyone began to kneel. A tear slipped down your cheek as you held your brother’s left hand—the one that held the gauntlet—as the light left his eyes.

I wish I could save him. I wish this could have never happened..

A desperate plea to whatever divine entity would listen, to save the brother who raised you, who was the only family you had left.

Your gaze traveled to meet Stephen’s, his blue eyes swimming with tears and the guilt of what he knew would happen, of what he couldn’t tell you so that he could save you.

The ground seemed to sway under your feet. You could see Stephen lurch forward to catch you, but something made you grip tighter onto your brother’s hand—onto the gauntlet.

And then your whole world went black.

You shot up in bed, breathing heavily. You were in your bedroom in the penthouse.It was dark.

You scanned the room for a moment before calling out for the AI.

“FRIDAY, what’s going on?”

“You appear to have had a bad dream. Shall I wake up Boss?”

“No, let him sleep,” she says. “What day is it?”

“It is February 3rd, 2016, 3:41 am.”

You have done it. Somehow, the stones had sent you back in time. Your brother was alive. But there was something about that date that unnerved you. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

“FRIDAY, do you have any info on the infinity stones?”

The AI pulls up files on the tesseract and the mind stone—which was currently still in Vision’s forehead. There was nothing on the other stones.

Your door creaked opened and Tony stood in the doorway.

“Muffin, is it really you?” he asks, a bit disoriented.

“Bubba? Do you remember?”

He nods, walking to the side of your bed and pulling you into a tight hug. Your brother—the man who raised you— was alive.

“What do you remember?” you ask, breaking from the hug as tears threatened to spill from your cheeks.

“I remember the wielding stones, and then.. Lights out.”

“You died. You were dead,” you tell him. “And now we’re back here?”

“How did we get back here?” he asks. “Did the stones..”

“It was me,” you answer. “I was holding your hand, the one that held the gauntlet, and I made a wish. I guess the stones answered it.”

“Miss Stark, you have a call from an unknown number,” FRIDAY interrupts.

“Stephen..” you mutter. “Answer it, FRI.”

“Y/N, it’s Wong.”

“Wong? You remember?” you ask.

“Yes. Stephen does as well, but.. Something happened when we appeared back here. You need to get to Metro-General Hospital as soon as possible.”

You and Tony exchanged worried looks before scrambling out of bed. If something happened to Stephen, you’d never forgive yourself for your final thoughts about him in the battle, the anger and hurt. He was your world.

-

You ran into the hospital room about twenty minutes later, Tony on your heels. Stephen was in bad shape, his arms were both raised above his head, held up in casts with at least eleven pins in his hands. The accident. This was the day of the accident. This was why that date sounded familiar.

Wong was nowhere to be seen, but Stephen looked up as you approached his bed.

“Stephy?”

“Sweetheart,” he choked out hoarsely. “You remember?”

You nod, taking the seat by his bed. “Why did the stones send us back to this time?” you ask.

“Why couldn’t they have sent us to a time when you were healed?”

“Wong and I have a theory about that. We think that the Ancient One might be able to help us.”

“How long did it take you to get to Kamar-taj?” you ask Stephen.

“A month or so. Right after I started my physical therapy.”

“Well, you’re coming to the compound until then, and I won’t take no for an answer, Stephen,” you tell him matter-of-factly.

“It’s best to listen to her, Doc,” Tony says. “She’ll get you to rest one way or the other.”

You turn to glare at him and Tony backs towards the door.

“I’ll give you lovebirds some space..” He walks out of the room, shutting the door behind him. You turn your attention to Stephen, who admittedly looked awful.

“Did you wake up here?” you ask. He nods.

“At least I didn’t wake up in that damn car..”

“I love you,” you tell him, reaching out to brush a couple of dark strands out of his face. “We’re gonna win this time, baby.”

Stephen’s gaze traveled to the doorway, and you looked up as Christine Palmer walked slowly into the room.

“I came to check on you,” she says. She looks between you and Stephen, and he remains silent as you glare at his ex.

“Do I know you?” she asks, turning her attention to you.

“I’m Y/N,” you tell her. “Stephen’s girlfriend.”

She furrowed her eyebrows and looked over to Stephen again, who didn't meet her gaze.

Christine wordlessly left the room and you turned back to Stephen.

“Wanna tell me what that was all about?”

He sighs. “I asked her to go to that conference with me yesterday.”

“So, now she thinks you were trying to cheat on me?” you reply with a chuckle. “My boyfriend, the player.”

“What are we going to do?” Stephen asks. “How are we going to stop him?”

“I have a few ideas,” you reply. “But right now, you need to rest. Though your mind is years ahead, your body just went through a car accident.”

After a bunch of pain meds from the nurses and some threatening on your end, Stephen finally went to sleep. You collapsed in the reclining chair in the corner, the beeping from the machines lulling you to sleep.

“Stone Seeker.” A booming voice called through the darkness.

You opened your eyes. You were in a void, but a figure appeared before you. A man—a being with a large bald head and blue robes floated in front of you.

“Who are you?” you ask.

“I am Uatu, the watcher. I am here to warn you.”

“I know, Thanos is already looking for the stones,” you reply.

“Thanos is a problem,” he says. “But other threats loom on the horizon. You have already set us on a different path.”

“How so?”

“I sense it in Doctor Strange’s mind. He plans not to give up the time stone, but to die for you if he has to.”

“He won’t have to,” you state. “We know where the stones are. We just need to get in contact with a few people.”

“Be warned, Stone Seeker. An unsavory character has returned to the past as well. One who seeks consequences for tampering with the space-time continuum. He will strike when you least expect it.”

Thanos?

“We will be ready.”

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[dontcare77ghj]

Shaking Hands

Tony x reader x Stephen

Clint Barton was the reason for this all. The man had been shot during a battle and fallen right in front of your hiding spot. 

You hadn't given it a second thought or been able to stop yourself from reaching out to heal the man. 

Clint hadn't been able to keep his mouth shut, and soon, you were being driven to the Avengers Tower to be thanked by him and the team. 

Two hours after meeting, you were walking away with a new job and an apartment in the Tower.

And not six months later, you had your first date with Tony Stark and Stephen Strange.

The three of you had a zeal to heal. Tony wanted to heal the world, and you and Stephen wanted to heal the people in it. 

Even if you wouldn't admit how much it hurt you.

See, the one downside to your ability to heal was the fact that whatever you healed, you suffered from the pain. 

And sometimes, when the injury was more substantial, you suffered the actual damage.

Natasha gets a bullet to the shoulder, and you heal it?

You feel the effects of a bullet to the shoulder.

Steve suffers a concussion from falling from a jet?

No problem for him after, but you're the one suffering from double vision. 

Your problem was that you loved to help people and hated seeing anyone in pain.

So you kept healing.

Even now, when the people you worked with got hurt every day and in lots of different ways.

Tony didn't let just anyone into his labs. His labs were his sacred space where he could hide from Pepper and her mountains of paperwork and disappear from the world.

But Tony let you and Stephen into his labs.

He would let the two of you in. And he'd let the two of you help him in his experiments.

"Alright, hand me the Philips's head," Tony said, holding his hand out.

"Philips head, check." You passed the man the tool. 

"And you know I wouldn't mind if you played with Tony's head either." Tony joked. 

"You're gross." You rolled your eyes. 

"But you love me," Tony smirked. "Dum-E, stop that." Tony groaned, causing the robot the let out a sad whine.

"Oh, leave him alone, Tones. He's just bored." You defended the robot who was running into a wall.

"He'll be bored when I donate him to a community college," Tony muttered as you grabbed a bouncy ball and threw it for the robot to chase. "Alright, that should do it." 

"Was that all we needed to do?" You asked, cocking your head.

"Almost. Now, all we need to do now is test this baby out." Tony said before tossing you a pair of welding gloves.

"Are these really necessary?" You wondered, pulling the equipment on anyway.

"Safety first, babe," Tony told you. "Goggles." He said before sliding a pair over to you.

"Tony, you're not wearing goggles, and you're testing this." You sighed as you complied.

"Yeah, but my eyes aren't as pretty as yours," Tony smirked, causing you to mock gag. "U, you better be recording," Tony said as he turned to face his testing wall.

"You're too hard on them, Tones." 

"What? No. I'm the fun parent here. You're the strict one." Tony said before turning to the camera U had set up. "Alright, test one of prototype 94. Might want to take a step back, babe." He directed to you.

Following Tony's advice, you moved away from the man, keeping a safe distance but being close enough in case this backfired.

Tony played around with the gauntlet for a few seconds before firing three shots at the wall.

"Ah, shit!" Tony yelped after the third shot, ripping the gauntlet off his hand and throwing it to the floor.

"Tony?" You asked, rushing over to his side.

"Mother fucker burnt me," Tony said, holding his wrist close to his chest. 

"Here, give me your hand." You said, throwing your gloves to the side and reaching out for Tony's hand.

"That burns," Tony complained as you took his hand.

"Of course, it's a burn, Tony." You said, healing his hand. 

"Thanks, Rapunzel," Tony said, kissing you before turning back to his gauntlet. "I think I know what went wrong, and I can fix this." He said, picking up the tech and continuing to talk in more complex technical jargon.

But you were struggling to pay attention.

You were too busy biting your lip to not hiss out loud from the pain.

"I'll be right back. Bathroom break." You said before rushing to the connected room. "Ow. Ow. Ow." You hissed, running cold water over your non-existent burn.

"Hey, Y/N? Think you can give me a hand with this?" Tony called. 

"Yeah, one sec, hon." You said, shutting the water off and pulling your sleeves down. 

'You're alright, Y/N. You're perfectly fine.'

Stephen did his best to make the world think he was a cocky doctor/sorcerer supreme who knew exactly what he was doing.

He played his role of cocky know-it-all well almost every day.

Except for days when his mental health failed.

Stephen told you that before his accident he had struggled with his mental health. 

"I did eight years of medical school. I know what bad mental health feels like."

But after his car accident, you knew that Stephen had spiralled.

"That was a, a dark time, Y/N."

So, when you woke up at nine and Stephen was still in bed with you, you knew something was wrong.

"Morning." You yawned, rolling into the man's chest. "I thought you were going to the sanctum this morning."

"Wong's handling things today," Stephen mumbled. "Said he could take over and that I should rest."

"And you listened to him?" You joked, but Stephen didn't laugh. "You alright, hon?"

"Hm, I'm fine." He hummed. "Just tired."

"You feeling hungry? I can make us something for breakfast. Maybe we can even drag Tony out of his lab?" You suggested.

"Yeah, maybe." Stephen nodded, closing his eyes and pulling you closer.

You let out a hum as you relaxed back into Stephen's chest and snuck a hand out onto his exposed skin. 

Now, Stephen was always in pain.

He'd never admit it, and he never let you fully heal him because Stephen said he could get by.

But today, you could feel how damaged his mind was and the strain it was causing on his body.

"So you don't have to go anywhere today?" You asked, distracting the man from what you were doing.

"Not unless the world starts to crumble again." Stephen hummed. 

"How about we just spend the day here?" You said as you stopped healing what you could. "Maybe watch some movies? Maybe just go back to bed?" You suggested.

"You read my mind, love." Stephen gave you a small smile before closing his eyes.

As the two of you made yourselves comfortable again, you found yourself struggling to keep your composure and not cry.

You didn't know how Stephen did this some days.

"Clint's down," Natasha announced over the comms. 

"Tell us something new."

"Oh, fuck you, Tony." 

"Y/N, you think you can give arrowhead a hand?" Natasha asked you. 

"Sure. Tony, think you can give me a lift?" You asked, and suddenly the man was at your side.

"Just know, I'm going to start charging for all these rides," Tony said, pulling you into his arms before the two of you were off across the field.

"My knight in shining armour." Clint weakly smiled as he tried to hold the blood, which was gushing out of his leg, in.

"Jesus, Clint." You swore, jumping out of Tony's arms and kneeling beside the archer. "What the hell did you do?"

"I didn't do this on purpose," Clint whined.

"Tony, this is gonna take a second. Can you cover us?" You asked, placing your hands on Clint's deformed knee.

"Sure, but there's a fee for that too." Tony joked, watching the surrounding area.

"Sure, sure, put it on my tab." Clint started to say before Tony was blasted into the woods.

"Tony!"

"Oh shit!"

"Tony's down. I repeat, Tony's down." You announced into your comm.

"Is he alright?" Steve questioned you.

"I don't know. Something blasted him aside. He's somewhere in the woods." You told him.

"Y/N, go check on Tony." Clint urged you. "I'll be fine."

"No, you're still injured. Just give me a couple minutes, and you'll be fine, and I can check on Tony." You said before Clint pulled your hands off his leg.

"Y/N, go. I'll survive." He promised you.

"Y/N, I'm on route. Go, check on Stark. I'll stay with Clint." Natasha announced.

"I'll be back." You promised Clint after a second. "Don't move that leg, Clint." You said, rising to your feet and running to find Tony.

"Tony!" You shouted upon seeing his suit down. "Tony, please don't be dead." You pleaded, dropping at his side.

"I think I am. Otherwise, why would I be seeing an angel?" Tony joked as his faceplate slid up.

"You jackass." You breathed, debating on whether or not to hit the man before deciding against it. "Your hurt. Where are you hurt? JARVIS?"

"I'm fine, Y/N."

"Sir has a scrap of metal piercing his hip bone," JARVIS reported to you.

"Oh, shit."

"You're such a liar, Tony." You sighed as his damaged suit peeled away. "This is gonna hurt." You warned the man before yanking the scrap metal out of his hip.

"Motherfucker!" Tony yelped as you held him down and started to heal his wounds. "What happened to a little warning?"

"What happened to not getting injured?" You retorted as Tony's wound closed. "That's going on my tab." You said, helping the man to his feet.

"Sure, sure, I'm good for it." Tony joked as you began to sway. "Shit, Y/N. Are you good?" He asked, gently grabbing you.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." You waved off his concern. "Just used a lot of energy today." You lied.

"C'mon, let's get you back to the jet," Tony said, pulling you into his arms.

"What? No, Tony, I've got to help Clint." You argued.

"Katniss can handle being injured for a little longer. He should be used to it at this point." Tony told you as he shot off for the quinjet.

In truth, you weren't tired. You could've easily healed Clint and the rest of the team before beginning to feel the slightest bit of fatigue.

It was the internal bleeding you'd taken from Tony that your body was slowly trying to heal.

'Just need a nap.' You told yourself. 'I just need some sleep, and everything will be fine.'

"Are we making you nervous, Doctor?" Tony teasingly asked.

"I'm nervous about you spilling that sauce on the floor and having to clean it," Stephen said. "Honestly, Tony, keep it in the saucepan."

"It's fine. I know what I'm doing." Tony waved off the man's concern. "Are you feeling alright then?"

"Tony, I'm fine. Why?"

"Your hands are shaking." Tony pointed out.

"Oh, they are," Stephen said, looking down. "It's been a long week. I suppose I'm slightly exhausted."

"Stephen, please, let me help." You asked the man. "I won't heal it all if you don't want, but I can help with the shaking. Please?"

"I'm not sure."

"C'mon, magic man, that can't be comfortable," Tony mentioned.

"Alright, alright, you can stop the shaking. But that's it." Stephen said, holding his hands out to you.

"Whatever you want, hon." You smiled, taking his hands and pouring your energy into stilling them. "All done."

"Y/N, what the hell?" Stephen asked, grabbing your hands before you could move away.

"What? I promise I didn't fix it all, just like you asked." You told the man.

"No, your hands," Stephen said, noting the shaking.

"It's fine, Stephen." You said, trying to pull away from him as Tony stepped closer.

"Jesus, Y/N, they look like Stephen's," Tony mentioned.

"I'm fine."

"Y/N, the truth," Stephen said, narrowing his eyes at you.

"Look, it's not a big deal,"

"What's not a big deal?"

"Sometimes, when I'm feeling something really bad, I start to feel it. The injury."

"So this is because of me?" Stephen asked, staring sadly down at your shaking hands.

"No, no, honey."

"So every time you help us, you get hurt?" Tony clarified.

"No, not every time." You tried to assure the man. "It's just when it's a lot of pain or a bad injury."

"Why do you do this then? We're hurting you." 

"No, you're not."

"Your hands, Y/N."

"I choose to help because I love you both, and I hate seeing you hurt." You firmly told the two. "Yes, sometimes, I get hurt, but it's not for long, and I would do it even if it was."

"Why didn't you tell us?" Tony asked you.

"Because I knew you'd react like this." You told the man. "You both like to blame yourselves for everything that goes wrong. But this isn't your doing. It's my choice, and at the end of the day, I'm okay, and so are you."

"Y/N, I don't know if I want you healing me anymore if it means you're gonna be hurt," Tony told you. "I mean, we get hurt for the dumbest of reasons,"

"Mostly you," Stephen interjected.

"And you shouldn't have to suffer because of that."

"And neither should you." You told the men. "I am a healer, first and foremost in this life, and I will heal the people I love. And I love you, Tony Stark and Stephen Strange. My body will heal whatever happens to it, just a little slower, but that doesn't matter. Please, boys, don't fight me on this." You pleaded.

"This will go away?" Stephen asked, nodding to your still shaking hands. 

"By the end of the day." You nodded.

"And even if we tried to stop you from ever healing us again, you'd find a way?" Stephen clarified.

"You bet your ass I would." You nodded once more.

"Then I guess you have my answer." Stephen sighed. "Tony?"

"From now on, you tell us when you've healed too much." Tony tried to bargain. "No more healing gunshot after gunshot wound."

"I can't always promise that." You shook your head. "But I can try, for you."

"Thank you." Tony sighed as the three of you embraced.

"Tony, weren't you cooking?" Stephen asked before sniffing the air curiously.

"Oh, shit! J!"

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Doctor Strange angst, h/c (and romance, gasp) plot bunny up for adoption

While it may surprise some of you, I do enjoy romance from time to time. It basically always has to be surrounded by some sort of plot (whether comedy or action) to get me into it, but sometimes it's not bad at all.

One scenario that I've had in my head for probably like, a decade (if not longer) that's based on action/adventure/angst/romance goes like this:

Character A and B are in the process of getting to know each other and get together. Maybe they even get married, depends on the characters I'm imagining in the slots.

Character A has to go somewhere for a while. In some scenarios it's known it's a dangerous road; in others, no danger is suspected.

Character A disappears. Usually Character B gets news of this, but not in all scenarios.

Time passes. Enter Character C, who sets themselves as a friend to Character B.

Eventually, Character B finds out that Character C is the cause of Character A's disappearance. And for whatever reason I've always had Character A found in like a dungeon-like basement in C's mansion because I was usually imagining fantasy settings.

It's discovered that Character C covets/obsesses over ("loves") Character B, and has for a long time, and took Character A to get them out of the picture. But the reason Character A is still alive is if Character B refused C's advances, Character C would use Character A's life to coerce Character B to be with them.

Character B seemingly is cowed by Character C, but starts planning escape routes for A. Eventually B frees A and they make it out of the mansion-place (sometimes killing Character C in the process).

So I'm thinking that our Stephen (or some version of a real decent Stephen) is Character A, and that the villain, Character C, is actually Sinister Strange. We know Sinister started killing Stephens across the multiverse that weren't with Christine, in canon. But what if he found a Stephen that was with the love of their life?

Character B can be Christine like canon, but it can also work with a (probably nerfed) Clea, Tony, (maybe a bit nerfed, depends) Loki, an OC/reader, or whoever you want as you go down the rarepair rabbit hole. The prompt's for anyone who likes action/angst/romance. But for the sake of not using 'Character B' anymore, I'm just gonna go with the MCU canon Christine below. Replace the name with your favorite in your head. I think it's a really multi-ship friendly prompt :)

Anyway, so one way this scenario can go is like this: Sinister uses the Darkhold and finds a sorcerer!Stephen that actually is happily with Character B (which will just be Christine for this example). He spies on their lives, and his want just grows deeper.

When Stephen tells Christine he has to be away for some time, that's when Sinister strikes. He's found his own way to travel the multiverse (doesn't really matter how) and he sets a trap for Stephen and captures him, bringing him back to his own sad universe and imprisons him there. Through Magical Whatever he keeps Stephen alive as he works to basically replace Stephen in the other universe.

But Sinister's not Stephen, no matter how much he watched him and no matter that they had the same origins and some of the same mannerisms. And Christine starts to see through it. So either she:

Begins to pull away because this isn't what she signed up for - talks about breaks, therapy, whatever. That's when Sinister breaks the news.

Gets suspicious that something's up and somehow sneaks to wherever he's crossing realities (where he checks up on Stephen) and goes through the door herself and finds her actual Stephen. Only to get caught by Sinister.

Whatever the case, she now knows what's up, and Christine has to figure out how to free Stephen and stop Sinister's, uh, sinister plan. She plays docile to help keep Stephen alive and to try to trick Sinister into thinking that she's not doing anything.

How they escape and what happens after is up to you. But yeah. I think that could make a fun story with the ship of your choosing (which is why all these ships are tagged). If anyone picks up a version of this prompt, however loosely they interpret it, please let me know! I'd love to read it.

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Between the Lines | Stephen Holder x F!Reader | Chapter Four

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Summary: A Stephen Holder AU. We’ve all seen those true crime shows, where infamous cases are re-enacted for the entertainment of audiences at home. What if The Killing really was just a television show, but the detectives and cases were real?

Warnings: The Killing spoilers, language, smoking, mention of addiction

Word Count: 2,817 words

A/N: This fic has truly been a collaborative process with the massively talented Vee (@a-reader-and-a-writer) ! Thank you so much for sharing this journey with me and helping out with so much of the plot and dialogue. This is just as much your story as it is mine.

Thank you to the wonderful @sociiallydiisoriiented for beta-reading! Your advice has been invaluable <3

It was only a matter of time. Well-intentioned or not, you knew that what you were doing was wrong, even if you were helping Stephen. Perhaps if you hadn't gotten so carried away - perhaps if you hadn't offered to fix Linden's lines, too - you wouldn't have been caught.

The producers went easy on you when they fired you. It could have been much worse. They could have involved the police or tried to sue. Instead, you were kicked to the curb with your final paycheck and a ticket back to Washington. It's probably far more than you deserve.

As you pack the last of your belongings into your suitcase back at the hotel, your phone begins buzzing again. It's been ringing all morning and you have a pretty good idea of who is calling. 

By some small mercy, Stephen hadn't yet arrived on set when you were hauled into the director's trailer this morning and confronted about the rewrites. Someone had finally figured out that unapproved revisions were being made to the script, and given that the changes almost exclusively concerned Stephen's character, it hadn't been hard to figure out who had been making them. Your access to the script, combined with your close relationship with Stephen, placed you as the number one suspect. There was no use trying to deny it.

Even if you'd wanted to stick around and explain to him what had happened, you'd been escorted off set by security and warned not to return. It had been the most humiliating moment of your life, and you couldn't bear the thought of Stephen thinking that he was to blame. This was all on you.

Continuing to ignore the phone, you sink onto the bed and try to fight back the tears stinging your eyes. It's not that you don't want to talk to him, because you do, badly. So badly, it feels like your chest is splitting in two. But you have no idea what to say. You've never been good with goodbyes.

A knock on the door interrupts your misery. It's loud and insistent. The hotel staff are probably here to kick you out now that the TV company is no longer paying for your stay.

"Yo, open up. It's me."

You’d recognise the voice hollering through the door anywhere by now, but you have no idea what he's doing here. Frozen in place, you stare bewildered at the door as the banging continues.

"I swear to God, Hendrix. I'mma kick this door down if you don't open up."

He sounds angry. He's probably pissed that you got caught, putting an end to his character's chance for redemption. Maybe you shouldn't have given him false hope. Maybe you should have just left well alone.

The banging intensifies and it suddenly dawns on you that he might very well kick down the door. Wiping away the stray tears that have fallen to your cheek, you hurry over and grab the handle. Now that you’re unemployed again, you really cannot afford to pay for any damage.

The door bursts open almost immediately and all six foot three inches of Stephen Holder appears. He's in full costume, leading you to assume that he's come straight from the set. He should be halfway through filming the season two finale by now. He definitely shouldn't be standing in your hotel room with a furious glare on his face.

He opens his mouth, but no words come out. His eyes have landed on the suitcase laying on your bed and his frown fades, giving way to something like disappointment. "You was just gonna leave without sayin' bye?" There's hurt and anger in his voice. You don't know which is worse. 

Unable to meet his eye, you cast your gaze to the worn carpet and hug your arms around your waist. "I thought it was for the best."

"Bullshit,” he spits. “You're runnin' away."

You know him well enough now to recognise that it's a defense mechanism, the way he's lashing out like this. Trying not to take his tone to heart, you swallow the lump in your throat. 

"I'm not running anywhere, Stephen. They fired me. I can’t stay." 

"And what? You couldn't even pick up the damn phone?"

"I didn't know what to say." Even to your own ears, it sounds like a pathetic excuse, but it’s the best you’ve got.

Stephen takes a few steps forwards until he's standing right before you, leaving you no choice but to look at him. "I thought we was friends. Friends don't leave each other without sayin' a word."

His words cut you like a knife, but the wound bleeds anger as well as pain. "It's not like I had a choice." Your voice rises. You’ve never spoken to him like this before, but he's making it sound as if leaving was your own decision. "They fired me for helping you, Stephen. What part of that don't you understand?"

Stephen falters, running a hand over the back of his neck. When he speaks again, the frustration in his own voice has disappeared. "Yeah, I know and I'm real sorry but-"

"No! You don’t understand!" Turning your back on him, you walk further into the room. Your nails dig painfully into the palms of your hands. "They said they were going to report this to the agency. No one is ever going to hire me again! I’ve thrown away my whole career by trying to help you...."  

With the words that have been haunting you finally out of your system, you take a deep breath and unclench your fists; the anger fades away just as quickly as it appeared. Hesitantly, you turn around to face him again. 

"But do you know something? I would do it all over again in a heartbeat. I can't stand what they were trying to do to you...the person that they were trying to make you out to be. Not when you’ve fought so hard to turn your life around. You're so much better than that, and all I wanted was for the world to see you like I do."

Fearing that you might have revealed more than you intended, you bite your lip and wait for his response. But it doesn't come. He's watching you as if you've just grown another head. This is exactly what you were afraid of.

"How was I supposed to tell you that?" you continue on regardless. "How could I have answered your calls and found the words to say that I was willing and glad to risk everything I've worked for to help you?"

When you look at him again, Stephen is smiling softly. "Just like that. And just so you know... I’d do the same for you. In fact... me and Linden might'a had words with the network.”

Your confusion must show because it prompts him to continue. A crooked grin forms on his face as he shoves his hands into his pockets. "Told 'em if they fired you, we’d quit. Both of us. To hell with the contract."

His revelation hits you square in the chest and you stagger back. "What? Why on earth would you do that!? What about the money? What about Davie and Liz?"

He shrugs. "Some things are more important than money. Anyway, you're missin' the point. They agreed! They can't afford to lose both me and Linden. So you can come back to set, a'ight?"

You let his words sink in, struggling to believe that the two of them would do that for you. Regardless of how Stephen feels about the money, it's a huge amount to sacrifice. It's a flattering offer - more than that, it’s shocking. But it also can’t change the past.

"I can't go back, Stephen. Everyone knows what I've done. It would be humiliating." While the firing might have taken place behind closed doors, you know how the rumour mill operates on set. There won’t be a single cast or crew member who hasn’t heard the news by now.

He scoffs. "Fuck what everyone else thinks."

"You make it sound so easy," you sigh. "Look, there's no reason for me to come back. I can't help you anymore. You don't need me."

"Don't need you?" Stephen's eyes widen. "You think I was just usin' you for the rewrites?"

Your head is all over the place; this unexpected visit has thrown you and you don't know what to think, but he seems to take your silence as an answer.

Scrubbing a hand across his face, he begins to pace. "Damn, you really don't get it, do you?"

"Get what?"

He turns back to face you. The sound of your name - your real name - on his lips, causes your stomach to flip. “You're the only reason I stayed on the show this long. Not 'cause of the rewrites, 'cause of you! You made me wanna come to set every day, even when I hated it. You made me feel ok ‘bout relivin’ my worst moments. And whenever I thought I wouldn't get through those scenes, you were always there, remindin’ me I was more than the junkie they were tryin' to make me out be. Without you, I would'a walked months ago. So, if you go, I go. S'all there is to it."

Rendered speechless by his ultimatum, you’re helpless but to stand and watch as he walks straight past you and flops down onto the bed, reclining until he’s sprawled out across the white sheets. Trying to ignore the way that the sight of him lying there makes your skin tingle, you cautiously approach the edge of the bed. "What are you doing?"

"Told you. If you ain't goin' back, neither am I."

"Stephen."

"Damn, this bed is better than mine." Ignoring you, he closes his eyes and slings one arm above his head. The grey hoodie rides up, revealing a swatch of pale skin above the waistband of his jeans. With a racing heart, you force yourself to look away and attempt to compose your tone before scolding him again.

"Stephen!"

He continues to ignore you, pretending to be asleep. 

Huffing out a sigh, you round the side of the bed and grab his arm, attempting to pull him up. Despite his slim frame, you can feel solid muscle beneath your fingertips and it takes you by surprise. You’ve been close to him before, but never to touch him - not like this. From your current position you can still see the smooth skin of his stomach on display and it sends a sudden rush of blood to the pit of your belly.

"You can't stay here. My plane leaves in a couple of hours."

Your protests continue to go unanswered. Stephen doesn't budge. Perhaps it’s time for you to accept that he does care. And if you’re completely honest with yourself, you don’t really want to leave Vancouver yet. You don’t want to leave him. His friendship has become important to you, more so than any job. You wake up each morning looking forward to hanging out with him and learning more about his life. You enjoy listening to him moan about the crew and making fun of the cast. And even though you can’t help with the script anymore, perhaps he’s right. Perhaps he does still need you. The thought makes you dizzy.

Tugging his arm one more time, your resolve finally weakens. "Fine. I'll come back."

The words have barely left your mouth when he shoots up, almost head-butting you in the process. A brilliant grin brightens his face as he grabs your shoulders and squeezes. "That's my girl!”

Your cheeks burn at the implication as you step back and help him to his feet. 

"Now, I gotta get back, but make sure your ass is on set bright and early in the mornin’,” he tells you, heading towards the door as you trail in his wake. “I'll even bring the coffee this time."

You scoff softly, pushing him out of the door. "Yeah, I'll believe that when I see it." 

He flashes you a final smile before disappearing down the corridor.

Alone again, you lean heavily against the door, trying to wrap your head around everything that has just happened. And ever so slowly, a smile spreads across your face.

The following morning you find yourself back on set and just as you predicted, everyone’s eyes are on you. One of the producers called last night to formally offer you your job back, and as expected it came with the caveat that you were no longer allowed anything to do with the script. Your duties extend to taking care of Stephen’s needs and nothing more. Still, it's by no means a hardship.

Taking care to avoid the cast and crew, you make your way over to the trailers, but it’s not Stephen who you seek out first.

It’s a warm, sunny morning in Vancouver and the trailer door is propped open. Peering inside, you find Linden curled up on the sofa, her head buried in a book as she waits for the hair and makeup artist to arrive.

You knock softly on the door, causing her to look up from her book. "Good to have you back," she smiles, seeming pleasantly surprised.

“Umm, thank you. Do you have a minute?"

She puts the book aside and gestures for you to enter. Tentatively, you take a seat beside her on the sofa. By way of Stephen, you’ve spent plenty of hours with Sarah Linden over the last few months. At first, you found her intimidating. Through your research you understood how fiercely loyal and protective she could be, especially when it came to her former partner. But as you got to know the two of them better a few things became clear. For one, the protectiveness went both ways, with Stephen clearly having Linden’s back no matter what. But you also discovered that Linden is an incredibly kind and caring woman, and you can’t help but feel safe in her presence. 

So why do you feel so nervous now?

"I just wanted to thank you for what you did for me with the producers. You really didn’t have to do that, but I am truly very grateful. If there's anything I can do to help, you know where to find me."

Linden flashes you a wry smile. "I certainly do. But I should be thanking you. For everything you've done for Holder… and I'm not just talking about the script. If it wasn't for your support, I don't think he'd have made it this far. Reliving these cases has opened up a lot of old wounds for both of us. I'm glad he's had you to lean on."

“I was just doing my job,” you tell her, even though you both know that’s not strictly true.

“He cares about you a lot, you know. Working with him for all those years, I thought I’d seen every side there is to Stephen Holder. But then you came along…” She smiles at you softly. 

Flustered and flattered and quite unsure of what to make of her comments, you say your goodbyes and leave Linden to her book. 

Stephen is waiting for you when you knock on the door of his trailer. “Yo, you had me worried there. What time you call this?” He taps his watch, affecting a stern expression.

“I thought you worked in homicide, not the time police,” you grin.

“Oh snap! She’s got jokes!” He ushers you inside with a gentle hand across your back. “Thought you might’a changed your mind.”

“What can I say? You made quite the compelling case. I can see why you were such a good cop.”

“There was me thinkin’ it was my charm and good looks. Coffee?” Smirking, he hands you a takeout cup.

Eyeing it with mock suspicion, you take a tentative sip. Somehow, he has remembered your go-to order. The small gesture takes you by surprise. “Wonders will never cease.”

“Ay, I am capable of takin’ care of myself, ya know," he grumbles, pretending to take offence.

“I guess you don’t need me after all then.”

His expression shifts and suddenly he’s looking at you without a single trace of humour. “Meant every word I said yesterday. I don’t wanna do this without you.” 

Trying to calm your racing heart, you turn your attention to the interior of his trailer. You've only been gone a day, but already the place is in disarray. "Whatever you need, remember?"

Silence hangs between you, until Stephen's eyes wander down to your shirt, his face lighting up again. “Yo, Jimi Hendrix again?”

You shrug, a smile tugging at your own lips. “He brought me good luck before; I figured I could use it again today.”

Stephen slings an arm over your shoulder. “What you need luck for, huh? You got me!”

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Gossiping - Stephen Strange

Authors Note - N/A

Word Count - 775 (short blurb )

Warnings: Sexual content but no smut

In medical school gossiping was a very common thing, one of the staples in the day to day life of surgeon interns.It only got worse once you actually into the surgeon world. 

It seemed that everyone knew about him and Christine Parker within an hour of asking her out to dinner, everyone whispering about it as he passed. When he got any type of award he would see them crowd around, whispering about it before splitting to tell everyone else the news they just heard.

Stephen had always despised this chain. He hated the stories and the guesses and the backhanded comments. Stephen Strange had always hated gossip, if you had something to say why not say it to the person's face? He never had a problem in doing so.

But things change. 

One moment he is king of surgeons and the next he can’t move his hands. One moment he is drowning in his own despair, and the next his entire being was concentrated on you. 

It sounded silly when he spoke the words aloud, but Stephen Strange was sure that he was created for you. Souls made to line up in the universe, something he was sure of any moment you were with him. He would kill for his little witchling.

He also learns that he is intrigued by everything you say, including your gossip. 

The first incident comes after a romp in the bed, mere hours after you destroyed his entire world, your phone had rang. He watched your every movement as you wrapped a sheet around you naked form and answered, giving a warm greeting to whoever was on the other side of the line. 

He couldn’t drag his eyes away from you, staring as you laughed and his heart beat a bit when you made a shocked face.. Strange would be lying if he said that his interest wasn’t instantly peaked, ears preening ro hear the other side of the call. 

“He did what? You have to be kidding me!” You gasped, giving him a shocked look that had him sitting up and raising an eyebrow, leaning forward to hear. “Oh what a pig! Did you tell her?”

“Tell who? What’d he do?” He whispers, wrapping his arms around you to pull you to his chest, kissing at your shoulder a little desperately to feel your skin as he awaited your answer.

“Okay, you let me know how that goes okay? Talk to you later.” You finish the call before turning to him with wide eyes.

“Clue me in? What’s going on?”

“Well Josie’s skeevy boyfriend made a move on Jenna the other night at the bar.” You laugh, kissing his chest before getting up to go shower. He clings to your hips to stop you, pulling you in. 

“I’m sorry, he did what? To sweet little Jenna?! I always knew he was trouble.” 

“Baby you won’t even believe what he said to her-” You start, sitting on his thighs as he clung to every word you said. 

This became a habit, whether he realized it or not. 

You would find a bit of gossip, and he would discuss it with you. This man became obsessed with the news. 

“Baby you won’t believe it-” You start, coming home with an excited look one day that has him all but throwing his book to the side and opening his arms for you to climb into his lap. 

“If it has to do with Josie’s ex-”

“It’s about YOU.” You laugh.

“ME?!” He is stunned, truly stunned. What on earth did he do?

“So remember that brunch I dragged you to?” You start working on the buttons of his shirt while biting your lip as his skin is slowly exposed. 

“Yes.” He grunts out, watching you slowly. 

“Well Sarah told Dana that she thought you were extremely cute and were flirting with her-”

“I talked to her for 3 minutes!” He exclaims as you giggle, removing his shirt now and kissing his chest. 

“Okay well Dana told Mira who told me about it.”

“And what did you say?”

“I laughed. Poor Sarah is lovestruck.” You giggle, leaning back as he smiles at you.

“So let me guess….. They are all talking about your skeezy husband?”

“No. They are all talking about the fact we fucked in that bathroom that day.” This comment has him choking on his own air with laughter, pulling you in. 

“You told them?”

“What else was I supposed to do? Let Sarah think you were flirting? Not a chance in hell.” You laugh. “But you’ll never guess what else I heard-”

Stephen clung to your every word.

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[violetmuses]

My Own || A Stephen Holder Drabble

TITLE: “My Own” || A Stephen Holder Drabble 

FANDOM: “The Killing” (AMC/Netflix Series)

CHARACTER: Homicide Detective Stephen Holder

PAIRING: Female Reader + Stephen Holder

MAIN STORYLINE: Did fate bring you back to him?

Author’s Note: As promised, the “sequel” to “Make You Mine” is here! - V. 💜

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By Your Side - Masterlist

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2012 

What if I break into your heart?

Open the lock, take all that you got? 

What if I hold, and never let go? 

Could you turn around and say no?

“My Own” by Kwabs 

“You sure about driving back home alone? It’s late.” Stephen offers kindness after tucking away his phone once you’ve texted him. 

“Thanks for the concern, but I got it. You should get inside and warm up. You're shivering, Holder.” You observe, gesturing towards his soaked-through hoodie and nearly twitching fingertips. Although the rain had let up, Seattle chill was a bitch. 

“Nah. Come in. Please? To be honest, I’d feel better if you’d bounce outta here in daylight or something. Gets too spooky on this side of town at night, girl.” His voice lowers with gradual exhaustion, but he tries to veil its tone regardless. 

“Tweakers?” You furrow your brow, already catching his slang for addicts in the past hour somehow. 

“Tweaks, creeps, killers. Shit could get worse if you’re not careful. One night, my neighbors came back from dinner with family and found out that somebody broke into the car.” Holder cringed. 

“Shit.” You flinched back, surely understanding the plight. “All right. I’ll come in.” 

________

It wasn’t much, but at least Holder kept a roof over his head. You hadn’t judged him of course, especially considering how deep-end the neighborhood seemed when you pulled up to drop him off. 

He kept things fairly clean. This space offered hints of what seemed to be his personality. 

Some paintings capped the walls, but very few family photos joined this fray. A television and coffee table centered that living room, accenting a little bit more style. This bluetooth speaker and an album collection lined up, manic but organized. 

An archway had led to the kitchen, small but functional with its own table and breakfast nook. Oddly enough, one casement window seemed rowed with potted greenery. Each and every plant appeared stout but gradually improving. 

“Want another cup of coffee?” His question echoed behind you as he stood with both hands in each hoodie pocket. Even in his own apartment tonight , he looked uncomfortable. Of course you wanted to say something, but stopped yourself. 

“Oh, uh. Sure.” You accept his idea. Maybe these baby steps would allow his mind to settle down and ease back into peace. What clouded his mind now? Has a case bothered him? Did you overstep now?

At the very least, he shrugged out of that damp hoodie and tossed it into the dryer before washing his hands to make your coffee first. 

By the time you both enter the kitchen and sit across from each other at the table, another round of silence falls. Comfortable silence. 

“So if I’m here as a detective, what do you do?” Holder takes careful sips of herbal tea that is finally warm, unlike earlier this evening. 

“Office space downtown. I spend five days a week answering phone calls and typing behind the desk.” You clip the response, almost humored. 

“Explains a lot. Out here looking accomplished and pretty. I saw Barbie in real life at the coffee shop.” He dares to flirt while easing into the moment, setting down his mug and biting his lip. 

“Is that right, Detective?” You tease right back, playing along. 

“Yep, but I need to know more: Got somebody special at home? I don’t wanna start trouble in case your ex pings me online or worse.” Holder asks. 

“No.” You answered honestly and nodded. 

“All right.” Holder agrees, taking in your reply. “Question number two: I’ve got your number, but what’s it gonna take for me to see you in person again?” 

“Oh, I don’t know. Do you have any ideas?” You smirk. 

“We should just go back to the coffee shop when it’s sunny and hang out together.” Holder suggests, chuckling between words. 

“Sounds good to me.” You nod, but gesture your eyes towards the album collection. 

“What do you see?” He asks, looking over shoulder now. 

“How’d you get all this music? There’s probably hundreds of vinyls over there and the Bluetooth speaker doesn’t look cheap at all.” You acknowledge the line up, proud that he kept art so close despite his harrowing occupation. 

“Thrift stores or discount shops. My hoodies and jeans might seem old, but music is timeless. You can’t half-ass that shit.” Stephen had folded both tattooed arms, eyeing you while dressed in a white t-shirt. His hoodie still rounded in the dryer.

“Damn right.” You agreed, clinking his mug against yours. 

___________

“Wait a minute, you can’t be serious.” You’d picked out several board games or used cards with Holder and played through the night, but small talk meant more. 

“Yes, I am. Cartoon Network is better than Nickelodeon. Had the same argument with my nephew.” Both of you sat on the floor, almost not focusing on the games this time. 

“What did Davie tell you?” You laugh. 

“Nickelodeon.” Holder sighs in defeat, throwing down his cards and losing Blackjack with no money involved. 

“Yes!” You cheer return, cleaning up the cards and setting them back into their rightful but small box. 

“Take my bed. I’ll deal with lumps on the couch to give you more room.” Stephen offers generosity once more while standing up from the floor with you. 

“Oh, you sure?” You narrow both eyes while this brief form of shock washes over you. Yet, you remember that it’s still pitch-black and dangerous outside. You knew that driving home this late was still out of the question, especially to Stephen. 

“Yeah. Ain’t the first time. I’d rather have you comfortable too.” He wasn’t even flirting now and eyed you without hesitation, looking absolutely. 

“Thanks.” You answered, beelining towards a door that led towards his bedroom.  

____________

That next morning, you woke up to notice that delicious aromas wafted from outside the bedroom door. At least Holder wasn’t rude enough to barge in and see how you looked, misplaced without more clothes to change. 

And yet, you pull yourself together by some miracle in the bathroom before finally peeking out. 

He’s cooking. No apron. From the corner of your eye, an Original Grilla smock hung on what looked to be some kind of coat rack found just steps away from his refrigerator. 

“Morning, sleepyhead.” He jokes while glancing over his shoulder and smiles briefly before turning back to concentrate on making this meal for you both. “Didn’t know what you wanted, but I whipped up some French Toast and Turkey Bacon.” 

“Yum, thanks. Good morning.” You clip the words, but sit down at the kitchen table to find pitchers nearby. Two glasses wait for orange juice and apple juice. “Thought you’d be at the precinct now.” 

“Taking time off this weekend. Called in some favors with Linden and now we’re good, especially since you’re off the clock now anyway.” Holder finally turned off the stove and plated your meals. Small bowls of fruit finished off this adorable set. 

“Didn’t have to do that for me, but thank you.” You told him, watching as he sit down and joined you for breakfast. 

“No problem.” He smiles, cutting into the French toast. 

What is going on? You think. 

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