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ladydbzelle · 1 year
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I miss drawing them xD
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currentlyonstandbi · 2 years
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bonus (Stephen’s fingers turning black from the Darkhold)
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arkytiorwrites · 1 year
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How the Avengers Would React…
To You Hiding an Injury, No Matter How Small
838 Stephen Strange x Reader
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Sorry if he’s a bit awkward. I’m trying to get into the swing of writing the different Stranges.
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"Please Christine. Just. think of it as a sorta IOU!” A familiar voice pleaded as Stephen walked past the entrance to the medical wing of the Illuminati HQ.
"Does Stephen know about this?" the older redhead asked tiredly.
"My good Doctor Palmer. If Stephen Strange knew about this do you think I'd be here?" the other voice demanded.
"What don't I know about?" he finally asked, walking in on a somewhat comical scene.
His partner of three years had dived behind a gurney when he entered in an attempt to hide their blackened, singed self.
"Y/N, what are you doing?"
". . . Sharpening my reflexes?” the young sorcerer offered lamely.
Arching an eyebrow, the Sorcerer Supreme patiently waited for the younger, spunky wild card to crack.
It probably took about five seconds of awkward shuffling and Christine heaving an exasperated sigh.
"Just. Just promise you won't get mad,” they demanded.
"That depends,” the former neurosurgeon snorted.
Sighing, Y/N hesitantly stepped out to reveal the extent of the damage. Red clouded the Sorcerer Supreme’s vision as he took in the angry burns on their hands, bright pink nose and cheeks, singed fringe and the quiet pain in the normally cheeky and carefree eyes.
"Where is Reed?" he hissed, knowing full well that the egotistical bastard was fully to blame for the damage Y/N had stustained.
"Labs."
"Christine!" Y/N squawked.
"Like not telling him would stop him," she justified.
Not waiting for the two to hash things out, Stephen turned to march out from the Medical Wing, hunt down Reed, and tell him exactly what he thought of the elastic man dragging his partner into his deranged experiments.
"Stephen, wait!" Y/N yelped, giving chase as the taller man stormed out and down the hall.
It took them a second to catch up with him, but once they did, they ran in front of him, causing him to stop in his tracks to make sure he didn't run them over.
“Just. Wait," they pleaded. " Reed protected we from the major part of the explosion . It could've been a lot worse.”
" Which is exactly why I'm going to give him a piece of my mind," Stephen snarled. " You shouldn't have been in that situation in the first place!”
“I was the one screwing around with shit I shouldout have!” Y/N argued.
“Reed should know better than to let you into the labs!” he fired back, clearly hellbent on crucifying Reed for being in the same room that Y/N had been hurt in.
So, Y/N played their trump card. Letting the tears of pain they’d been holding back finally come out, and giving him their most pained expression as they whispered, "Stephen please. Just drop it. It was my fault, will you please just. Just cuddle me back home? After Christine treats me? Please babe? I've really, really missed you.”
Sighing as he relented to his lover’s pleas, he did his best to let go of the image he’d had the entire time of Reed eternally falling for several hours in a pocket dimension until he felt the man had suffered enough.
Dragging a hand down his face he stated, "You are banned from the labs until the multiverse burns out."
"Noted." Y/N chuckled wryly. “Walk me back to the Medical Wing?”
“Since you are the wounded victim of your own stupidity, just this once, I will portal us there and then home.”
“Have I mentioned that I love you?” they asked as they slumped with relief.
“Not for the last twenty minutes, no,” Stephen teased as he pulled out his sling ring.
“Well, I do.”
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geeky-politics-46 · 1 year
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The Sweetest Punishment
Kinktober 2022 - Day 6: Pussy Eating with Supreme Strange (838 Strange)
Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!
Summary: Stephen doesn't like losing an argument, but he cant be too mad about when your punishment for him is this sweet
Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - oral sex, dirty talk, swearing, pet names, light dom/sub, squirting, begging, fingering, dry humping, slight exhibitionism, Supreme Strange is a filthy menace in general
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For 24 hours, his entire job was to be on his knees with his head between your legs. If you were sitting or laying down he was supposed to have his face buried in your pussy. It was his punishment for starting a pointless fight with you. A way of putting his smartass mouth to good use. Although you both know he didn't really think of it as a punishment. 
He was always in charge in the bedroom, but this time you figured turnabout was fair play. This gave you a chance to be in charge while still letting him maintain a sense of control since he was pleasuring you. The only time you agreed to give him a reprieve was during the meeting with the Illuminati, and frankly that was more out of respect for Reed and Professor X.
As soon as you returned from the meeting, he found you sitting on the top of his desk. Your legs dangling and swinging back and forth, your skirt already hiked up around your hips. You had moved the large armchair that usually sat in front of his desk. Instead leaving a single pillow in the middle of the floor. Clearly you intended for him to kneel and resume his punishment. 
Part of him wanted to make a smartass comment, something about not getting used to telling him what to do, but then again his smartass comments were what got him there in the first place. Another comment would surely extend or worsen his punishment. Although, did he want that? As punishments go, this one was pretty damn good.
He saw you quirk up an eyebrow as if you could read the thoughts running through his head. Hell you probably could, you knew him that well. 
"Are you really thinking of trying your luck already Stephen? Makes me wonder if maybe I was too sweet to you when I picked your punishment."
He started walking toward you slowly. Chuckling to himself that you really could read him like a book. Unhooking the Cloak Of Levitation from his shoulders and letting it go hide in the coat closet. It didn't mind being around during your amorous activities, but you had learned it did have a problem with being worn during them. 
He stopped when his body was positioned close enough you had to tilt your head up to look at him. Giving enough of a power play for him to make you unsure what his game was. His hands settling on your knees and spreading your legs wide before running his fingertips up your thighs and coming to clasp your face in his hands and give you a dominant searing kiss. Pulling away only when he wanted to. He could already smell your arousal starting to gather between your slit. You had been soaked for him all day. 
Before you could interject he started moving down your body, leaving nips and kisses on every piece of visible flesh he could find. He unbuttoned your shirt a bit as he went, exposing the lacy bra you were wearing underneath it. His reasoning was "so your beautiful tits don't feel like I'm ignoring them".
You rolled your eyes at his statement. You could see his want to take control tempting him. You could see the image of what he wanted to do playing behind his eyes. Him throwing your legs over his shoulders and fucking you stupid. 
"Sure, Stephen. You sure you aren't just hoping you get me so wound up I let you fuck me instead of having you on your knees for me? If you aren't a good boy I may have to extend your punishment."
You placed one hand on the very top of his head, disrupting his perfectly placed hair, and gently started pressing him downward. He could easily have stopped you I'd he wanted too, but he would take his punishment. Only from you. You were the only one he would ever submit himself to. Only you could think to give him the sweetest punishment he could have ever dreamt of. 
He made you mad and he was the one who got to enjoy his favorite treat all day long. He was rather tempted to misbehave on purpose. A jolt of adrenaline making him brave enough to give your inner thigh a bite, something you hadn't been expecting. 
"Need I remind you that you aren't allowed to cum until your punishment is over? This is supposed to be about you pleasing me, Stephen." 
He licked over the spot he had just bitten and placed tender kisses on the red skin. You always had to have at least one mark from him on you. Somewhere, although he especially loved marking pieces of your flesh only he got to see. 
"What about if I cum just from eating your pussy? Would I be in trouble then sweetheart?" 
A devious smirk appearing only for him to begin running his tongue along your slit before giving you a chance to think. A breathy moan falling as you bit your lower lip. Trying desperately to keep your composure long enough to answer, but fuck that idea was hot.
As much as you knew Stephen enjoyed going down on you, he was very much the kind of guy who had always preferred to be on the receiving end of oral. So the idea that he would lose himself so much in eating your pussy that he would cum seemed unlikely. It was also something you immediately wanted.
Stephen has always been a fan of dirty talk.
"because I hope you know love, that having to go to meetings and deal with things all while I can still smell and taste your juices on my face has had me on edge all day. Then knowing you are waiting for me to return, just to promptly have me bury my face in your perfect sweet little cunt again. It makes me start aching. I wonder if anyone else can smell your cum on my face? I wonder if they know just what a dirty girl I have and how I think about making you mad just so I can get punished and spend all day tongue fucking you." 
He latched his mouth over your clit as he started to slowly thrust his tongue in and out of you. His eyes alternating between studying every clench and flutter of your cunt to boring into your needy eyes that you were spending far to much energy on not letting role back in your head. 
Each suck of his mouth over your clit, each thrust of his tongue had you moaning for him. God he knew how to work your body so well. He knew exactly where to touch you to pull you apart with the simplest of actions. He knew what he did to you, and he wanted you to know you did the same to him. He wanted everyone to hear you screaming his name. So they knew that you belonged to him
"What do you think baby? You've already got me hard just from eating your pussy. You gonna let me cum if I cum just from tasting you and making you cum? Don't know if i'll be able to hold back if I make you squirt baby. So fucking sexy when you soak me like that."
You brought one of your hands to run through his hair, gripping at his silky strands and pulling them out of their perfect placement. Using your grip in his hair to grind his face harder against your cunt. Trying to hold yourself upright with the other. Oh you knew how much he loved that too, when you lost so much control you just had to start humping his face. If his tongue didn't have your brain short circuiting his filthy words did. In between whimpers and moans you managed to finally form a response.
"Fuck! Yes Stephen - oh God - you can cum from eating me out. Fuck yes, please. Make me squirt daddy. Your mouth feels so fucking good! Use your fingers and make me fucking squirt all over you. Please, please, please!"
Any semblance or thought that you had been the one in control faded away. Even when you had him on his knees being punished, you were still at his mercy. His good little slut, so needy for him. You only hoped his office was soundproofed. Of course if it wasn't you didn't know how anyone would ever make eye contact with you. 
You felt him smile against you and bring his long thick fingers to trace up both sides of your cunt. Massaging the lower edge of your hole before he started working them into you. First two of them, then three, then eventually stretching you to fit all four of them. He pulled his lips off of your clit to watch his fingers fuck in and out of your stretched and dripping hole. Growling at how good you looked around him. He would prefer to see you stretched out on his cock, but this was pretty fucking good too. He had made you cum so many times that day already that his fingers were coated in your cream as soon as they were inside you. 
The thought that he had made you cream that much turned him totally feral. He wanted more. He started thrusting in and out of you harder, his hips starting to rut against nothing in time with his fingers. His hard leaking cock rubbing against the inside of his robes. It was no wear near as good as if he could just shove his cock in you and fill you up with his cream too, that would have to wait though. He said he was gonna make you squirt and he fully intended to. He slowly rotated his hand inside of you so his palm was facing upward. 
Keeping his fingers deep he started moving them in a come hither gesture stimulating the entire front wall of your cunt. He was almost surprised you could get any wetter, but it wasn't long before he was stroking your g-spot just right and the sloppy squelching sound could easily be heard over your whines and moans.
He latched his mouth back over your clit and sped up his movements. Making sure to keep his hips and his fingers in time with each other. Not taking long to start pistoning his fingers faster and faster. Your voice becoming more broken and pathetic as your body rocked on his desk. Once he was on the verge of cumming in his pants and you were nearly sobbing he pulled his lips away and let his fingers pound you, thrusting them up and down even harder than he was thrusting them in and out. His thumb moving to press onto your clit. Knowing his filthy words were all it would take for you both to cum.
"So creamy baby. Hear how fucking wet you are honey? God you've got me so fucking hard. You gonna let me fuck you later? If I make you squirt and make a mess all over myself you gonna be nice and let me fuck you full of my cum tonight? You know I hate to waste any, and I know you do too. Your pussy is clenching just at the thought. Such a greedy little pussy, wanting to be full of cum all the time. Good thing I love seeing her full and dripping. Tonight she isn't gonna waste a drop is she? Gonna stuff anything that drips out right back in. You wanna cum baby? Wanna be a good girl and cum all over me so I can take you home and fill you up? Yeah, let me hear you say it. Tell me you wanna cum. Tell me you want my cum."
"Yes yes yes, Stephen! Wanna cum, gonna cum so fucking hard. Need to fucking cum. Make me cum. Be such a good little cum slut Stephen, your fucking cum slut. Fuck, I need it. Make me cum. Make me cum." 
You were practically crying as the pressure in your low belly built so high so fast that you could hardly keep your eyes on Stephen. You knew better than to look away though. You knew if you looked away from him not only would he not let you cum, he'd make you watch him cum only to reach over and slap at your cunt to keep you on edge while he did. 
"Good girl! Cum for me baby." 
His fingers sped up even more as his hips thrust wildly against nothing. Using his other thumb to rub at your clit until he felt you squeeze his fingers so tight he couldn't pull them out. As you started to gush on his fingers he lowered his mouth to lap up your release. As soon as the first wave met his tongue he felt his dripping cock start to spurt his own warm thick release. Each flood of your orgasm prolonging his until you both fell limp. You flat on top of his desk, him flat over you. His tongue reaching out to lick lightly over you. He didn't like letting any of your cum go to waste either. 
Each gentle lap sending you into a wave of aftershock. Eventually, after he had licked you clean, he started kissing his way back up your body bringing his body to lay over top of yours. Stopping with his forehead against yours and leaving lazy kisses on your lips. His face still damp and the taste of you on this lips. You slowly threaded your arms around his neck and let out a contented sigh. 
After a couple more kisses you smiled at him and said, "okay, you are officially forgiven."
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Here is the master list of all of the fics I have written.
remember, my ask box is open for requests and ideas. I’m always in a mood to write, and I would love to add to my collection
Series/ Continuation stories
Your Voice Consoles Me (Part One): F!reader is up late again, thinking about Stephen after losing him in the blip. (Part Two): F!reader aids in the battle of New York, reuniting with Stephen
You Made Her Shine: The reader confides in Stephen during one of the most difficult times of her life. (Part Two): Stephen takes the reader out on a date, wanting to remind her just how much she means to him. (Part Three:)  Stephen and the reader thought they could enjoy their engagement in private. When all of New York picks up wind of their engagement, the Reader decides it's time to face the problem head on. (Part Four:) 
Why Don’t You Run From Me: Stephen needs help getting back to his home universe. He runs into a variant F!reader and begins to question how he treats his F!reader (20 follower gift) (Part Two): Sinister tried to avenge the death of his beloved reader. Alternatley in their appropriate universe, Stephen and the reader get a few things off their chests
One Shot Stories
Its Going Down, Down: Variant!reader x Defender Strange, its a hurt story as the variant reader protects America
As Long As I’m Here: Gender neutral reader is helped by Stephen after a fall and he takes care of their concussion
Fly Me To The Moon: F!Reader x Stephen Strange, the two are protecting America, but the readers surprise is aired out before she can share with Stephen
No One Loves Like Ghosts: F!reader and Stephen find comfort in each other, confessing their feelings (50 followers request from Anon)
Can You Feel My Heart: Doctor Strange Supreme needs more power to achieve his goals. Will he take them from the reader? Or will he find himself in an all too familiar situation?
I Can’t Deny The Way I Feel: Stephen writes a love letter to the F!Reader (100 followers gift)
Can You Hear The Silence?: Stephen rushes to save his wife while caught up in battle
Dancing Beneath the Stars: 838 Stephen and the reader admit their feelings over some drinks and a bucket of ice at the staff party
NSFW / 18+ Stories:
Let Me Adore You: Stephen and his fiancé, F!reader, have some alone time after the events of DSMOM
See What You can Take: the female reader is overworking herself and needs some relief, Stephen has a few ideas. (69 followers gift)
Dark Paradise: Sinister Strange wants to show the F!Reader that the death of her Stephen doesn’t mean its the end of her happiness
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imeternallylove · 2 years
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Sinister Strange: There is no future, there is no past. Do you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every facet.
Stephen Strange: ...
Supreme Strange: ...
Defender Strange: ...
Zombie Strange: ...
Strange Supreme: …
Everyone else at Sinister’s surprise birthday party: ...
Stephen Strange, force smiles: Yeah, right. All I asked was if you wanted to cut your birthday cake first.
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1rsoldiersince2012 · 2 years
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Rough Path to Memory Square (Doctor Strange x Reader [Earth-838])
Words: 5824 (chapters 31-33 / completed story)
Summary:
You - Earth-838 Sorcerer Supreme's apprentice, now living under Mordo's wing, which you don't like.
Former Supreme Strange's lover and a gifted sorceress, drowning in her own despair, still not over Strange's death.
What happens when two intruders - America Chavez and Stephen Strange, visit your universe? Will you help them? Will you manage to convince the Illuminati that Stephen is not the real threat, but dream walking Wanda is?
Will your own feeling get in the way? Will you open your heart to Doctor Strange again?
Find my other accounts on ao3 and wattpad under the same name <3  
ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/1rSoldierSince2012
wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/1rsoldierSince2012
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Chapter 31: Edge of a Broken Heart
A couple of hours later, America opened a portal to Eath-616 and Stephen, a solemn look on his face, left, kissing your knuckles, perhaps one last time.
You returned to your chamber, feeling tired and worn out. Too much has happened in one day. By request of America, she was getting ready to sleep in your room. You agreed. The bed was too big for you anyway. Sliding under the covers, you turn to look at the girl, she does the same.
"So, what was he like?" she asks, getting in a comfortable position.
"Who?" you ask, a bit confused.
"Your Strange. Was he anything like our Stephen?"
Our Stephen.
You blink a couple of times before answering. "He uhh... He was maybe a little like him. More bold, perhaps. Reckless. He often dived head deep into things he wanted to understand or learn. But he always had a soft side. Just didn't show it to everyone."
"Soft side, like when he almost killed you one time after using Darkhold?" she asks, eyes changing a little. But you let it slide.
"I know he didn't want to choke me, he had a bad dream, alright? Plus, he apologized for that."
"Or when he choked you on purpose. After he learned about your little whereabouts with the demon? And how you canceled his healthy hands deal? That's what you call a soft side?"
You look at the girl confused. She's still the same America, smiling and a little sleepy. Were you imagining things? "What are you talking about? I never told him about his canceled deal."
"You didn't have to tell him anything. He was the Sorcerer Supreme." America's face and your whole room disappears, like it was sucked into outer space and you, suddenly weightless, drop onto the dirty ground.
Weirdly enough, you find yourself in the universe which is almost destroyed by the incursion. Subconsciously looking at your side, you don't see anyone, although you were pretty sure you were experiencing déjà vu, but the depressing atmosphere of the universe turns your attention from that.
"I've got to find Strange." you said to yourself, thinking for a moment longer and then going where supposedly New York Sanctum was.
Lost in your head, you stumble on one of the thousand big stones and bricks scattered on the ground and almost fall to the ground with no one there to catch you.
"Why am I even going here? What am I doing here? What is this place?" you keep murmuring over and over again, walking frustrated because your foot still hurt, until you finally see the Sanctum. Standing there all alone in this vast place, not surrounded by old buildings like it used to be.
The roof is disappearing in a smoke-like way, as if someone from above was trying to suck it in. Literally. You reach the building, not really expecting to find anyone there living, and standing apparently on what were supposed to be stairs to the main entrance - now it was just a weird pile of cement blocks. You fight your way up to the big door. However, you don't get a chance to knock - the door opens on itself, and you see what's left of the grand entrance - just stairs, stairs that once led to your lover's bed and embrace, now led to nowhere, or exactly where you were meant to be.
You walk up what looks like an endless staircase and get to the second floor, stealing a quick peek around, you see the familiar room only abandoned much, much more. As you come a full circle and turn back to your previous spot, a figure appears before you, almost giving you a heart attack.
"Hello, y/n." he says calmly.
"Motherfucker, you scared me." you gasp and put a hand on your chest, trying to calm your pounding heart.
"I'm sorry, didn't mean to." he smiles politely, taking a step back and giving you some space to return from the shock.
You take a good look at the man standing with his idiotic smile at you, hands behind his back. Then it hits you. It's Strange. However, a bit different. Different from whom, though? You shake your head a bit, trying to sort your racing thoughts.
Dark, almost black robes, gray steaks in his dark hair, gray eyes piercing right into you, rather longish goatee, and a menacing aura. The whole look put together created the man you knew your whole life -
"Stephen!" you shout run up to him, your hands grabbing his neck, his hands - finding their way to your waist, pulling you closer to him.
"Hey, I've missed you, y/n." he says, voice raspy in your ear.
"How? Wha-" you spill the questions, but he stops you when he put his finger on your lips.
"Hey, hey, don't ruin such a sweet moment." he smiles, caressing your cheek. You suddenly feel so obedient to this man this if he told you to jump through that broken window, you wouldn't even doubt to do it.
"How did I end up here?" you ask, closing your eyes and leaning into his touch.
"Oh, honey, you were always meant to be here. With me." Strange answers, using the moment that you're not looking and leaning closer to smell your cologne. He looks you up and down, a crooked smile playing on his lips. You fell right into his web.
"What are we going to do?" you ask, lifting your head to take a better look at Stephen.
"Whatever you want." he coos, you feel like you need to hear his voice just like you need to breathe. "But now, I want to play something for you." he kisses temple and goes to the piano in the corner. You follow him like a puppy and take a seat next to him on that small piano chair. You don't notice the mess in the room, although it's evident that a fight happened here not so long ago. At the back of your head, a little voice is telling you to snap out of something, but the pull of the man beside you is too strong.
Stephen seems happy with how close you sit, your legs touching his. Uncontrollably, he feels his pants tighten. You, however, feel this action. Just like you feel every speck of dust flying in the air.
"What do you wish to hear, dear?"
"Maybe Für Elise? Just slower." you say, lost in thought. He nods slightly and fingers touch the keys. You feel like you can't take your eyes off his hands, his scarred hands that gently push the keys, creating the most beautiful melody this dying world has ever heard.
"Stephen, I love you." you say in a dreamy voice.
"I know." he answers, feeling satisfied with himself.
When you reach to touch his hand, the view changes. You're back at the Sanctum, meeting your Strange in the hallway. He grabs your wrist and pulls you inside his room, panic evident in his face.
"Stephen, what's going on?"
"I need your help. Do you trust me?" he asks, holding your shoulders rather tightly.
"Do I? Yes, of course. Why?"
"Do you know where is the Book of Cagliostro?"
"Why do you need it? Mordo locked it up long time ago. Thanks to you, by the way." you squirm uncomfortably, but he doesn't let go of your hand.
"I have to do one thing." he looks away, hiding his eyes from you.
"What thing? You already know how to use the Eye of Agamotto." you ask, raising your eyebrow.
"I- it doesn't matter, I just need the book."
"No."
"No?" he quickly turns to look at you, nostrils flaring, an angry expression already forming on his face.
"No. Don't ask me to do something you know damn well I can't." you pull your hand from his rather harshly and graze his fingers. He winces, looking at you like you just committed the worst crime known to humanity.
"Oh, yeah? I thought you were going with me until the end of the line? Until the end of the world? What happened to that?" he asks, fury taking over.
You can't believe what's happening. He was never like this with you. "What are you even talking about, Stephen?" you plead.
Your Stephen changes into the Stephen you met a week ago, red Cloak on his shoulders, he's standing in the same room that once belonged to your lover but now is yours.
"I'm saying that you are worthless. You shouldn't be here. I could've sacrificed you instead of Christine. At least I was happy with her." he says and harshly bumps into your shoulder on his way out.
You blink a couple of times before finding yourself back at Wanda's doorstep. She opens the door and look at you with a funny expression.
"Oh, look who returned. My killer."
"Your what? Wanda, what are you talking about? Please explain, this day has been a wreck already." you say, wiping the sweat from your forehead. When you touch your own skin, you feel weird, as if a part of yours is missing.
"You wanted me dead. Back in the tunnel. Maybe you even craved this for years. I remember how you looked at me when I brought the Darkhold. Like hawk." she spits, nearing you, "how you watched every single move, afraid that I might steal your cocky little fling." she laughs, standing so close that you can hear her breathing. "Ha, can't even call him your boyfriend. He never wanted a relationship. You were just a fling. A game. A piece of fresh meat that entered his sight. You were just dragging him down with your nonsense. Knowledge and power - that's what he wanted. Not you." Wanda whispers last words in your ear and your head begins spinning. You close your eyes tightly, hoping that all of this is just a bad dream.
Everything stills for a moment. You dare open one eye and see America Chavez standing in front of you, holding something in an opaque bag.
"Oh, America, you're here." you say and want to engulf her in a hug, but she stops you by shaking her head.
"Don't come any closer, murderer." she sounds not like herself. Like a demon. You stop, afraid to move and afraid that one person who you trust the most might disappear, leaving you in this madness again.
"America, what are you saying?" you ask, and confused. She moves the bag in front of her, and it suddenly becomes transparent. You take a step back, looking at the bag, disgusted. "What is this? Why do you have that thing?" you see that the bag is full of blood, bright red, and something darker is floating in the middle of it.
"Thing?" America raises her eyebrows and a smirk appears on her lips. "What you call 'thing' is your child. The child you killed so recklessly following an arrogant man into the jaws of the enemy." she simply says, and you almost faint when everything hits you like a freight train.
"Please, stop, America." you beg, and see Strange appear in front of you. His hands grab your neck, and you feel how air doesn't reach your lungs anymore.
"You killed my child. You took my hands away again. You thought a little spell could erase my mind? I am the Sorcerer Supreme, you slut!" with each word, his grip on your neck tightens, and you desperately grab his robes.
Stephen wakes up, startled by your action, and notices your erratic breathing. "Y/n, y/n." he shakes your shoulders slightly, but you don't react. "What is happening?" he mutters and notices how your eyes move behind your eyelids, quickly tapping your face, he feels your skin burning, forehead sweaty. You don't respond to any touch, and Stephen quickly lights up a couple of candles beside, in order to get a better look at you. He opens one eyelid, with great struggle, although it shouldn't be that difficult to do. Your eye is rolled back, only the white is visible, hands now tightly grasp your belt.
"Y/n, please wake up." he shakes you again, not sure what is happening and what he could do. A tear runs down your cheek, eyes closed so tight that it looks like you're afraid to open them.
"No, no." you say, barely above whisper, and a little hope that sparkled in Stephen disappears when you don't open your eyes.
Something odd catches his attention, right in the corner of his eye he notices smoke rising from the table. "What?" he asks and runs to the object. Not a smoke. He has already seen this before.
Incursion.
Chapter 32: Everybody Wants to Rule the World
Stephen's hands continue to squeeze your neck, you feel the tears running down your face. "Please." you croak, tightly holding onto his robes.
"No mercy this time," he says, and starts squeezing harder.
You finally close your eyes and pray to all gods in existence to make this stop. "Stop this nightmare." you say, taking a deep breath as fingers on your throat loosen.
"You called, honey?" a voice says in front of you, and you open your eyes again, looking at the black mass before you. In a second it takes a human-like shape, still black, as if it was wearing a swimsuit.
"What are you? What is this?" you want to turn around, but you're seated on some sort of stone chair. The figure in front of you changes from black to green, and you finally see the features of a very pale man.
"This is my home. Well, technically it's your head but since I'm in control..." he shrugs comically and smiles, showing a row of sharp teeth. "I'm Nightmare."
"Yes, I can see what a nightmare you are," you say, struggling against the invisible force once more.
***
Strange, now carrying you towards the bedroom, hears one word from your mouth, "Nightmare." He barges into your room, startling America, who was still asleep. He hurriedly puts you on the bed and puts his hand on your forehead again. Still burning hot.
"What happened?" America asks, scrambling towards your body, weirdly straight as a chord.
"I- I don't know, she uh, she fell asleep, and then she didn't wake up, I can't wake her up. It's like she's stuck somewhere. And I think the incursion started." Stephen rambled so quickly that it took a moment for America to fully understand his words.
"Incursion? Can you fix it?" she taps your face, but quickly retracts her hand. "Oh God, she's burning."
"Get me a wet towel, run it under cold water, and I'll get her robes off," Stephen orders the girl, and she runs away. "Come on now, where are you, y/n?" he mutters, taking off the first layer of your attire.
***
"My name is Nightmare, you ungrateful brat." he spits, shooting up from his throne.
"Oh," you say to yourself and nod slightly. "I would say it's nice to meet you, but everything I've experienced wasn't nice at all."
"That's the point, right? You liked my little show?" he smiles, and it chills you to the bones.
"Liked? I-" you don't get to finish as he claps his hands loudly.
"Glad to help. You see, it was quite hard to get to you. I used to sneak up in your dreams, get to know you before the grand meeting." he begins pacing slowly in front of you.
"I'm flattered that you care so much about me. Why?" you strain a little and notice that your hands are a bit free, it becomes easier to breathe. If you're even breathing here.
"Your mind is interesting. I had to create a little scheme to, you know, wrap things up." he swings his finger in the air and laughs maniacally.
***
"Stephen, here!" America bursts into the room with a wet towel, noticing you lying on the bed with a t-shirt, and robes thrown next to you.
"Her pulse is high, it's like a fever, or something worse," Stephen says, tapping the wet towel on your face to cool you off a bit.
"Stephen, I don't think that's a medical problem," America says cautiously, afraid that in this state, Stephen might burst again.
"Nightmare..." he whispers, but then loud steps reach his ears.
"Y/n! Y/n, what did you do?" Mordo bursts into the room and notices America and Strange standing in front of the bed in defensive positions. "You. Did you see what you've done? Where is she?" Mordo steps closer to the bed and sees you lying there all sweaty and breathing heavily, hands tightly gripping the sheets. "What have you done to her?" Mordo quickly parts Strange and Chavez and slowly reaches to touch your forehead.
"She fell asleep. We both did," Strange feels a blush creeping on his cheeks. "Since then I can't wake her up. It's like she's stuck somewhere. And she keeps saying 'nightmare' from time to time."
Mordo thinks for a moment, looking at you apologetically. "She's trapped in Nightmare's World... The Dream Dimension."
"Where?" America asks loudly, meanwhile Stephen and Mordo look at each other.
"How do I get in there?" Stephen asks with a determined expression.
"You don't. She has to get out herself." Mordo falls silent for a moment, and Strange notices how he blinked out some tears. "You've caused too much trouble already. If you don't know, the incursion has started. Leave my universe before there's still something left to fix."
"No." Strange says, standing his ground. "The Sorcerer Supreme has to fix the incursion. But we have to save her now."
"How can we do that? If she's trapped in a dream?" America asks shyly, still fearing Mordo.
***
"My mind is interesting? You must be crazy then."
"I waited for your little protection spell to wear off. A smart move it was. To not let Scarlet Witch read your mind. I also know your deepest secrets, your desires and…" Nightmare falls silent for a dramatic effect. "I know that some trouble has landed upon the universe you're supposed to protect." he laughs, the whole place echoing the sound.
"Trouble?" you mutter to yourself, mind racing as fast as possible in this weird place you're trapped in.
"Yes. But don't you worry, darling, it doesn't concern you anymore."
"Like hell. Let me go! What do you even want from me?" you squirm in the stone chair, but despite your effort, nothing happens.
"I want to destroy you. Not physically though, I don't like getting my hands bloody. Hard to wash it off." Nightmare shudders mockingly. "I want to destroy your little brain, I want to break your soul. And when I break your soul, there's no reason for your body to exist."
"Nice uh, tale. But your little monologue still hasn't answered my question." you press your hands behind your back tightly, trying a couple of simple spells.
"Why you? Oh. I thought it was simple. Broken heart. Broken soul. Exciting adventure. Great powers I can take from you. Sorcerer Supreme. Even greater powers I can take from you. And, perhaps a way to control more people if you die." he counts on his fingers each thing and in the end, he has seven fingers down. "Fresh soul. Exactly what I needed."
"Why does everyone think I have great powers?" you blow the air out and hang your head, still trying to do a spell.
"Because you do. You may not have realized your full potential, but I see it. I also see how you've been trying to do a spell behind your back for the past few minutes." he says, turning his back on you, and looking at his throne.
"Shit," you murmur under your breath, but everyone gathered next to your bed hears this.
"She probably tried spells, but unsuccessfully. When you're trapped by the demon himself, you don't expect to have your powers with you." Mordo sighs and sneakily touches your hand on his way to standing up. The touch chills you to the core, even in the depths of your soul you feel that.
"I'm going to the library. You-" Strange points to Mordo, "hold off the incursion. And you stay with her." he points to America, who quickly nods.
"You're not the one to give orders, Strange. You're the reason all of it is happening." Mordo harshly puts his pointer finger to Strange's chest, but the latter doesn't move a muscle. "If I could turn back time, I would make sure that you two would have never stepped a foot into my universe."
"Oh, I bet if you had the Time Stone, you would have made sure every version of me was eliminated, right?" Stephen asks, watching in satisfaction how Mordo's eyes widen. "Yeah, I know about your little schemes and whereabouts. I know you despised me. Believe, the feeling's mutual. But right now we have things to do."
Mordo glaces at Stephen and America, casting one last look at you before leaving the room.
"I'll be right back. I hope. Cool her off as much as you can." Strange taps America's shoulder and quickly walks away to the library.
***
In the corner of your eye, you notice a white-headed figure wearing something similar to purple, sneaking behind one of the stones. Why in heaven this guy needed those stones here, you can't wrap your mind. Trying not to make it obvious that you're looking at the person, you direct your whole attention to the man rambling in front of you.
"I think it's time to begin our little play, right? I'm sure you're tired of sitting there, but you can't complain when you have such a great view, right?" Nightmare turns around and smiles at you. Fucking narcissist.
"You want me to be your Juliet or what?" you roll your eyes at the demon.
"As much as I love humour and Shakespeare, I'm not really fond of being Romeo. I'm more like a spider, you know. And you" he comes closer, standing full height before you. And yeah, your head is somewhere near his crotch. If he even has that sort of thing. Disgusting. You look up, him up in the eyes. "You're the silly little fly, who got trapped in my web." He touches your cheek, wiping the loose hair away from your eyes.
You wait for a harsh grip on your face, but never feel it.
"Hey there, wandought!" the person who was sneaking behind the stone shows up, and you see that it's a woman. A beautiful one. Focus y/n, focus.
Nightmare quickly turns around and notices the intruder, "Who dares to disturb me?"
"Me. Come here and fight, I can show you a good time." the woman winks and sends a blast of light purple energy towards Nightmare. He falls to the side, hiding behind another stone, whereas you feel how nothing is controlling you anymore.
"Great," you mutter and blast chaos magic towards the man, a little surprised that your powers actually work here. The woman looks at you a bit surprised but continues sending blasts at the demon.
"You can't defeat me, you pathetic witches!" Nightmare shouts, and you feel how your vision becomes darker and darker.
"No!" you shout, grabbing your head, you can't let him get in your head again, you wouldn't survive this time.
"Block your mind!" the woman shouts, appearing beside you, and you see that she's almost transparent. You shake your head and notice that it's not really her, but one of the illusions of her. Smart.
Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes and think about all the nice things you've experienced, imagining a literal wall protecting your mind. In a moment, you feel a strange feeling leave your body, your mind has never been clearer.
"Now it would be a good time to help!" the woman shouts, fighting directly with Nightmare. You see him struggling to hold off and without hesitating to help a stranger, who literally saved your life.
"Bolts of Balthakk!" you shout and golden bolts of lightning appear, mixed with purple faltine magic, they manage to put Nightmare to his knees. You send a final blow - Chains of Krakkan and everything falls silent. Nightmare looks at the two of you, straining against the magical chains.
"Pretty good job there." the woman says, catching her breath and you see her hand in front of you. "Clea." she smiles, and you notice her perfect eyeliner that emphasizes her eye colour.
"Y/n. Where did you come from?" you ask, shaking her hand, she's got a strong grip.
"I can sort of travel through dimensions. But I wanted to get that bastard. Lucky for you, y/n, I came here on time. Now, I think you should come back to your universe. And who knows, maybe we'll meet again." she smiles, and you feel like someone is pulling you from the place, sucking your soul back into your body.
You wake up with a loud gasp, taking as much air as possible in one intake, that scares the hell out of America and Strange, who was ready to perform a spell. "Holy shit." is all you can say.
Chapter 33: Don't Let the Light Go Out
"Oh, you're back! Thank God!" America engulfs you in a hug, and you quickly tap her back a couple of times.
"Yeah, yeah, what happened? What trouble is there?" you ask, looking around the room, then noticing that you're out of your robes and dressed in a shirt.
"What?" Stephen asks, loudly, closing the book and looking more nervous than he is usually around you.
"Trouble! What's happening? I've been warned that something is happening." you catch your breath and get out of bed, already grabbing a jacket from the rack. "Stephen!"
He looks guiltily at the ground before forcing himself to lift his head towards you. "We think the incursion has started."
"What?! Why are you still here, we have to go, to do something. Anything!" you grab the door handle and run into the corridor, hurrying to the lobby.
"Y/n, wait, Mordo's dealing with it..." Stephen's words echo in the place, and you stop mid-step.
"Mordo?"
"I could use the help of the Sorcerer Supreme if she's already up!" Mordo shouts after hearing your voice ring in the corridor.
You stop at the top of the stairs and look at the view at the end of them - Mordo, alone, creating various spell combinations, stands in the middle of the lobby, a huge book open on the table near him. A table that is slowly disappearing into thin air.
"What the hell..." you whisper and, as fast as possible, run down the stairs to the man. "When did it start? When did you start?" you ask him, gesturing first at the table, and then at the open book.
"Since you fell into Nightmare's trap, probably. And maybe half an hour ago." Mordo says not looking at you but focusing on the book.
"How long I've been out?" you ask Strange, who appears at the top of the stairs.
"Couple of hours."
"In that shithole, time goes differently. Fuck. Alright, how bad is it?" you say and drop your jacket on the ground, already taking a step towards Mordo, looking at the spells he's performing.
"You're in no condition to do anything! How did you even manage to escape?" Mordo asks, quickly glancing at you.
"Didn't you say a moment ago that you needed help? Anyway." you roll your eyes and, reading a spell twice, begin the incantation. "Some dimensional traveler helped me."
"Really? Who?" Stephen asks, reading the spell too.
"Some girl." you purposely did not mention her name. "I almost got out."
"I'm really glad you're back." Strange shoots a quick smile before casting a spell. America watches three powerful sorcerers unite for the first time in perhaps forever, for the greater good.
"You do know that you'll have to leave. Along with the girl." Mordo says, eyeing Strange and you.
"Girl stays. She's not dangerous. I am the one who caused this. I leave." Stephen says, focusing entirely on his hands and not the people beside him.
"Don't boss me around, especially when I have to fix your mess," Mordo says through gritted teeth.
"I wanna remind who gives orders now. And it's not you. He is... Grown enough to decide for himself. Although as a guardian of this universe, I think it would be best for Mister Strange to..." words get stuck in your throat. You had to make a decision, as hurtful as it is. But it's for the best. "To temporary put his journeys to this universe on hold."
The lobby becomes silent. Strange looks at the floor, Mordo's hands drop to his sides, he turns with his whole body to look at you. "Never have I expected for you to make such a smart decision. I see the title has really changed you. For the better, I hope."
"Focus on the problem, Mister Mordo." you look ahead of you, watching how magic leaves your hands, not thinking about what just happened, but instead, thinking how one's magic can be purple... Déjà vu hits you again, as you remember Sinister Strange's magic being purple. You shake your head slightly. Surely there is no way these two might be connected by something bigger power.
Strange knows why you're acting like this. All professional and polite, hiding a harsh truth. You both knew that soon will come the inevitable time to put a stop to your multiversal travels, but you never thought it would come so soon.
What felt like hours later, only it was merely 15 minutes, you drop your hands, feeling weary and breathless, although you draw power for the spells from the Dark Dimension and not yourself, this one made you especially tired. "You think it worked?" you ask, looking around the Sanctum, noticing that the table is no longer disappearing into nothingness.
"I think so. But he has to leave." Mordo says, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"I know," you say and guiltily look at Stephen.
"One last moment, Miss?" he says, putting on a fake smile and gestures to the Sanctum's library. America's eyes follow you both until you're no longer in sight. Stephen closes the doors heavily and sighs.
"Stephen, I'm sorry." You begin before he even has a chance to open his mouth. "It was selfish of me to use you like that. To pretend you're someone else. It was selfish and stupid to try to replace him with another him... It was... I'm sorry if I ever gave you false hope." you sniff a little, feeling the tears build up in your eyes.
"Maybe it was me who gave you the false hope. Don't blame yourself." Strange says, stepping closer to you, and cautiously puts his hand on your shoulder.
"You'll take care of America, right? I'll push Stark to make that device, I... I just want her to be happy. Not only that, but I also want you to be happy, Stephen. Return to your universe and find your happiness. Find someone who will love you the way I do."
Stephen tears up, you try to hold yourself together, to be as strong as possible, because this is the moment where your life changes completely. Admitting to yourself that your Stephen is gone, and nothing will bring him back, no one will replace him. And you're simply not capable of fooling yourself any longer. You can't destroy this Stephen's future for selfish reasons, he has a whole lifetime before him. You just can't take this away from him.
"Why the goodbyes are so difficult?" Stephen whispers, connecting his forehead with yours. You close your eyes and a single tear slips away.
"Maybe because we lose a part of ourselves in the process," you whisper back and just enjoy the moment, the closeness, the warmth radiating from the man. One last time.
"I wish all the best, y/n. You managed to turn around my life in a week. I'd say that's a record." He huffs a short laugh, placing a kiss on your cheek.
"So long, partner. I'd say we make one hell of a team." You linger for a moment longer before pulling away.
"I go get America. She's staying here?" Stephen asks now standing a step away from the door.
"Probably. But if you... Need company, I can manage on my own." You smile and he nods. Neither of you say goodbye because you knew that this would put a full stop to your story.
Returning to the lobby, you see Mordo sitting in the corner, an unreadable expression on his face and America, sitting at the end of the stairs.
"Take me back home?" Stephen asks the girl, and she stands up, looks at both of you weirdly but doesn't say a word, already getting ready to open a portal. "You're coming with me or?"
"I..." America looks at you, and you nod encouragingly. "Yes. I'll go. Bye, Y/n." She shortly waves and punches into the air in front of her. The Portal opens with a loud bang and wind comes out of nowhere from worlds beyond.
You smile at both of them, nails digging into your palm, a way to keep you from crying. Stephen takes America's hand, and they both step into the portal. Hall becomes silent again.
"It's for the best," Mordo says, reminding you of his presence.
"I know. You can go home now," you say, turning to go upstairs. "Thank you for your help, Mister Mordo."
"Y/n, I know what he meant to you. But it was just pretending." Mordo says before opening a portal and leaving you all alone in the Sanctum Sanctorum.
"I know." You softly whisper to no one. "I know."
*** Days, weeks and months flew by, and you carried on, crying yourself to sleep from time to time, as emotions and memories took over.
Stark created the device, however, succeeded only after the 3rd time. Stephen sent you an update that everything's been going well in his universe. And he actually met an interesting woman recently. America's still learning, often visiting you, and helping you create a plan for the search for her moms.
Today you, after training the students, returned to the main grounds of Kamar-Taj, only to be informed by Mark about a man waiting outside.
Opening the doors to the one who's seeking magical help, you see a familiar face standing in front of you. "Let me guess," you say, fixing your belt, a knowing smile playing on your lips, "You're... Wong?"
"Yes, Master, how did you know?" The man asks, looking astonished.
"Well, Sorcerer Supreme knows a lot of things." You smile and let the man inside. Your journey just begins, or maybe comes to an end?
The End!
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Opening up Multiverse of Madness requests for the Doctor Strange Variants!
I don’t do Y/N or X Reader type fics. Just regular none insert fics for the characters in Multiverse of Madness.
No NSFW!
Any oneshot or headcanons for the Strange Variants! Involving any character from Multiverse of Madness.
Doctor Strange (Our MCU)
Defender Strange
Supreme Strange (Earth 838)
Sinister Strange
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SIM/Supreme Strange 838 AU for fandom Tony Stark 2023
Stephen Strange, up to his ears in the dark side of magic, knows little about angels. And Tony Stark certainly can't look like an angel. But Stephen still calls him an angel, because only Tony is able to disperse the darkness around him over and over again and get him out of trouble.
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hithertoundreamtof23 · 2 months
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I finally made another meme :D
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I can’t stop thinking about 838 Stephen and the fact that he just accepted that his friends had to execute him for his crimes. At least he’s getting a funko but I still wish that we could see him with his cape on.
Don’t start me up on Reed holding his cape 😭💔
It's the fact that Stephen only turned to dreamwalking in the first place because he thought the way to stop Thanos could be found in an alternate universe (this version presumably didn't have the time stone or thought knowing how their future played out wasn't enough), but according to the Illuminati, when a solution couldn't be found, Stephen kept on dreamwalking anyway, either because he refused to admit defeat or the darkhold's influence had simply become too strong to resist. And ultimately it led to him triggering an incursion. What got to me the most was that when he realises what he's done, he confesses everything to the rest of the Illuminati, and even goes on to help them find the book of Vishanti and defeat Thanos ... and in the end they kill him! His own friends. No second chances, no opportunity for redemption. They just decide then and there that he's too dangerous to keep alive, and I'm still not over it
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Day 4: good 4 u
Supreme Strange x Male Reader
I am SO sorry this is late, my sweet duckies. It’s finals and I am dying, but I will make it up to you today, scouts honor.
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Stepping up to the mic of the small club, Y/N spoke, "Is this thing on? Testing, testing. Your mom’s a slut and so is your gal."
There was a roar of outraged laughter at that, causing the musician to grin mischievously.
"Sorry couldn't resist. And I’m kiddin’, boys. Gayer than a unicorn shitting rainbows at a Pride Parade, I'm afraid,” he admitted as he sent a flirty wink to the men seated right in front of him. "So, how is everyone tonight? Obviously, not well, considering the fact you're here rather than literally anywhere else.”
Waiting for the laughter to die down, Y/N double checked that his electric guitar was properly tuned.
“Honestly. Same. I've been havin' the shittiest month I've had in years and that's saying something. Especially when you take into consideration barely scraping by to get into college after your homophobic assholes of parents kick your cute ass to the curb."
There were groans and tuts of sympathy.
“Yeah, my boyfriend broke up with me. In the worst way imaginable. And no, I don't mean over text, although he might as well have. You know what the asshole did?"
“Steph! Baby I'm back!" Y/N yelled as he slammed the door shut with his foot. He came into the front room of the tiny apartment he shared with his boyfriend of three years, Stephen Strange, a med student who was hellbent on becoming a neurosurgeon at any cost. What Y/N stumbled upon made him wish he'd paid more attention to that little red flag.
Stephen's lab partner, Christine Palmer was hurriedly readjusting her shirt, while Stephen calmly sat there with lipstick all over his mouth and his shirt half undone.
"What the actual fuck, Strange! " Y/N yelled as he dropped the groceries.
“We're over, Y/N,” the other stated coldly.
“I'm sorry. I just violently hallucinated. What?"
"I said, we're over. It was fun, but I've lost interest,” Stephen said, face void of any emotion.
...
The crowd bellowed their displeasure.
“Right? Jesus Christ, what a prick. So, I figured I'd perform a little something for you all. Get it off my chest,” Jack explained. “Stephen Strange, I'd say kiss my ass, but I wouldn't let you touch you with a thirty- nine-and-a-half-foot pole. This is for you, asshole.”
With a middle finger thrown high in the air, Y/N began to play his pain.
"Well good for you, I guess you moved on really easily
You found a new girl and it only took a couple weeks
Remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world?
(Ah-ah-ah-ah)
And good for you, I guess that you've been working on yourself
I guess that therapist I found for you, she really helped
Now you can be a better man for your brand new girl.”
"Hey babe, how was class?" Y/N asked as he looked up from his textbook at the sound of Stephen coming home.
“Horrible,” the med student groaned. Collapsing onto the couch with his head on Y/N's lap, he wrapped his arms around the artist’s waist and started to trace abstract shapes on his hip.
"Poor thing," he cooed, combing his fingers through Stephen's thick, dark hair.
“Love you, starlight,” Stephen murmured.
"Well good for you, you look happy and heathy
Not me, if you ever cared to ask
Good for you
You're doing great out there without me, baby
God, I wish that I could do that
I've lost my mind
I've spent the night cryin' on the floor of my bathroom
But you're so unaffected, I really don't get it
But I guess good for you."
As Y/N sang, angry, bitter tears began to trail down his cheeks.
What had he done wrong? Why had Stephen been so damn cold? Where had they gone wrong? He had thought they were happy, Stephen had acted so happy. What the fuck was with the sudden one-eighty? Nothing made any sense anymore.
"Well good for you, I guess you're getting everything you want
You bought a new car and your career’s really taking off
It's like we never even happened, baby
What the fuck is up with that?
And good for you, it's like you never even met me
Remember when you swore to God I was the only
Person who ever got you?
Well, screw that, and screw you
You will never have to hurt the way you know that I do!"
"I swear to God, everyone in that class is an idiot," Stephen snarled as he stormed out of his advanced biology class.
Y/N chased after him with his skateboard in hand, hoping to placate the other before he got to his next class.
"Or, maybe you just need to move to a higher class?" Y/N suggested, wrapping an arm around the taller man's waist and nuzzling into his shoulder.
Freezing in the middle of the hallway, Stephen mulled over his words.
"You're a genius, sweetheart,” he announced, dropping a kiss on top of his head. "I'll see you at home, I’m gonna be late. Love you!"
“Love you too!”
"Well good for you, you look happy and healthy
Not me, if you ever cared to ask
Good for you
You're doing great out there without me, baby
God I wish I could do that
I've lost my mind
I've spent the night cryin’ on the floor of my bathroom
But you're so un affected, I really don't get it
But I guess good for you!"
Shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. Y/N knocked on the door of his once apartment, wishing he was anywhere but here. Christine answered, and she looked startled.
“Oh. Um, Y/N. Hi," she greeted awkwardly.
"Stuff the small talk, Palmer. I'm just here for my shit," he snarled frigidly, pushing past the redhead and heading towards the bedroom.
Tears pricked his eyes for the umpteenth time that week when he saw every last one of his possessions had been packed into boxes and were clearly waiting for him to take them.
“He really couldn't wait to get rid of me,” Y/N thought, heart breaking all over again.
"Um I can help you carry your things. If you'd like?” Christine offered softly from the doorway.
"It's fine, I can carry it in one trip. You won't have to see me again.”
“Maybe I'm too emotional
But your apathy is like a wound in salt
Maybe I’m too emotional
Or maybe you never cared at all
Maybe I'm too emotional
Your apathy is like a wound in salt
Maybe I’m too emotional
Maybe you never caved at all!"
Y/N never felt more liberated as he told the whole club about his pain and heartache. Yeah, leaving Columbia after fighting so hard to get in sucked like a bitch, but he would be able to start again. He wouldn't have been able to with the constant threat of running into Stephen.
"Well , good for you, you look happy and healthy
Not me, if you ever cared to ask
Good for you, you're doing great out there without me, baby
Like a damn sociopath!
I’ve lost my mind,
I’ve spent the night cryin’ on the floor of my bathroom
But you're so unaffected, I really don't get it
But I guess good for you!
Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily.”
Y/N grinned as he reveled in the screams of approval from the crowd.
Things were gonna be okay.
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geeky-politics-46 · 2 years
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So I was playing with my phone while watching Bob's Burgers last night, & I made a thing... because I love them all.
Inspired by Tina's song at the end of Season 9 Episode 1 "Just One of the Boys 4 Now for Now".
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@ironstrange1991 @strangelockd @wint3r-h3art @ppatricia34me @mydearestalmira @yourmajesty13 @sanctumsanctorumshenanigans I feel like you guys will appreciate this. May add more tags later but I feel lazy right now.
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The writers have stated that supreme strange / 838-stephen is the most emotionally unavailable / emotionally disconnected stephen varient. And all of the fics I've seen of him has him being super lovey-dovey with his person (Christine or the reader). Knowing this, as I'm writing my next supreme strange, I find it hard to find something decent for him to say to the reader.
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