#neurosurgeon stephen strange x patient reader
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imagine a Stephan (when he was still a neurosurgeon) being obsessed with a patient of Christine's (since your case was very simple and wouldn't give him fame and money) so he asks Christine to take care of you. He thinks you're just a little baby who can't do anything without his help (this isn't exactly a request, it's just an idea that I'm sharing with you. But if you want to consider it a request I really don't mind : P)
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He comes to you after she's gone, but you run away from him because you're afraid of the doctors, especially him. He catches you and takes you in his arms. You look at him with your watery eyes but he smiles and pats your head. "You really are a baby, aren't you?"
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Malicious Compliance // Surgeon Strange x Reader
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Summary: After a brief meeting with the world renowned neurosurgeon Doctor Stephen Strange, he plans to make you his latest conquest. He’s only interested in one thing, but that’s okay, because so are you. (female reader)
Word Count: 4.6K
Warnings: Strong language, explicit sexual content, pre-sorcerer Strange (arrogant, cocky). Smut: no strings attached, dominance & praise, oral sex (receiving), light choking, unprotected sex (sort of?). Readers must be 18+
A/N: Just a quick lil oneshot for you all. I literally thought of this today and the whole thing poured out of me in one sitting lmao. I like it though, hope you guys do too!
His eyes are glaciers. Cold, hard, yet always moving. They flit towards the window, sunlight turning them the crispest blue, then back down to the notebook on the table in front of him. They warm slightly when he looks over to Doctor Palmer, roll languidly whenever Doctor West speaks. But in the end, they always seem to settle back on you.
He’s as hubristic as you’d expected; leant back in his chair, elbows on the armrests, taking up as much space as his body will allow. He corrects a colleague when they call him Stephen. It’s Doctor Strange, he says, voice so deep and rich it’s almost tangible.
He watches as you press your finger to the inner corner of your eye, trying to rub away the tired itch beginning to take root there. You wonder how offended he’d be if he knew you fell asleep reading one of his published papers last night, how you woke up in your hotel room this morning with your cheek pressed to page seventeen of The Strange Palmer Method. It would make his blood boil, you think, to know his work had been used as a pillow. You resist the urge to tell him.
Coffee burns the roof of your mouth. You wince and place the cup back down on the boardroom table, sift through the pile of papers in front of you as the room waits for you to speak again.
“Honey,” says Doctor Strange.
“I’m sorry?” you reply.
He points to your mouth. “It’ll help with that burn.”
You stare at him for a moment before shaking your head. “Oh I didn’t- It was just a little warmer than I expected. Thanks, though.”
The corner of his mouth curls and he turns to look down the length of the table, the flecks of silver at his temple catching in the light.
You clear your throat as you find the document you were looking for. “So, pending approval from the ABMS, we would like to roll out training for the Strange Palmer Method in all of our hospitals.”
“What about my new technique for stent placement?” asks Doctor West.
“Oh please, Nic,” Strange scoffs. “We’re talking about actual revolutionary surgical procedures here.”
Doctor West’s back straightens, you open your mouth to speak but he gets there first.
“Excuse me, my stent technique could drastically cut down the amount of time a patient’s brain is open on the table! Do you even realise-”
“Mhm, why don’t you go win some awards and make national news, then maybe we can talk.”
Doctor Palmer’s head falls into her hands as the other surgeons groan and shift uncomfortably in their seats. You’ve met your fair share of asshole surgeons in this job; travelling up and down the country stroking egos and exalting god complexes. But this man sitting across from you is, without a doubt, the victor of them all.
“The stent technique is very interesting,” you say, easing the tension in the room. “But we would need to see the results of a study or trial of some kind before taking it any further.”
“Very diplomatic of you,” says Strange.
“Not diplomatic. I just know a promising procedure when I see it.”
“Hm. Are you a doctor?”
Your gaze turns to a glare. “I am.”
“Where do you practice?”
“I don’t anymore. My job is to keep other doctors at the top of their game. Hence why I’m here right now with all of you.”
He’s almost smirking, head cocked slightly, twiddling a pen between his fingers. It’s fitting, you think, to see a surgeon take such pleasure in getting under people’s skin.
You hate that you find him attractive. That you’ve managed to fall victim to a charm buried so deep beneath layers of pure arrogance that you have to dig to find it. If he wasn’t so beautiful on the outside, you’re almost certain you wouldn’t bother fighting to find something redeemable within. But the way your body reacts to him; the warmth, the buzzing deep in your belly, it must be there.
The meeting finishes and you remain at the table, straightening the wad of papers in front of you and slotting them back into your binder as everyone filters out of the room. When you’re alone, you stand and walk to the large window, taking a moment to gaze out at the view. Your eyes skim New York City, admiring the blend of old and new; small stone buildings wedged between tall skyscrapers, the late afternoon sun glinting across metal and glass, pockets of green peppered amongst brick and mortar. You wish you got to come here more often.
You pick up your briefcase and drape your jacket over your arm as you make your way out of the boardroom. The corridor is bright and quiet, but the bustling of the hospital is a low hum. You close the door behind you and begin to walk, unfazed by the sight of a figure leaning against the wall up ahead.
His arms are folded over his broad chest, dark blue scrubs doing little for his tall, robust frame. His legs are crossed at the ankles as he rests his weight back against the wall, head stooped slightly, but his eyes are on you.
“Doctor Strange,” you say with a polite nod as you continue past him.
He smiles, allows you to pass, but you feel him move behind you.
“You don’t really think Doctor West’s procedure holds any merit?” he asks, catching up to walk at your side.
“I do.” You furrow your brow. “You don’t think there’s merit in improving the efficiency of existing surgeries?”
He shrugs. “Just not all that exciting when you compare it to what I’m doing.”
“You mean what you and Doctor Palmer are doing…”
There’s a chuckle deep in his throat, like he enjoys the back and forth, watching his opponents fight for their lives while to him it’s just a sparring match. He quickens his pace to slip in front of you, turning to face you and forcing you to halt in the middle of the corridor.
“Be honest,” he says. “You’re impressed.”
“Of course we’re impressed. Why else would the board have sent me here?”
“No I mean you, specifically.”
You glare up at him, hiding your amusement with an eye roll. “Yes, Doctor,” you say slowly, your words empty and biting. “I am very impressed.”
His cupid’s bow deepens as his lips curve into a self satisfied smile, lines forming in his cheeks and the corners of his eyes. He knows you find him infuriating, but it only seems to encourage him. There’s a moment of silence, long enough for his gaze to trail the length of you, just once.
“You know, I’d love to talk more with you about it,” he says, looking down at his obviously expensive watch. “Maybe over dinner. Have you eaten?”
You draw in a deep breath through your nose, letting it out in a sigh as you begin to speak. “I don’t need your superficial attempts to woo me, Doctor.” You reach into your briefcase and pull out a pen and a business card, scrawling on the back of it and handing it to him. “This is where I’m staying. Come by around eight.”
You’re certain he’s going to protest, pretend he actually wants to go to dinner, talk, that he was ever interested in anything that didn’t involve the removal of your clothes. You wait in suspense as his eyes flit down to the card in his hand, then back up to your face.
“I prefer to fuck in my own bed,” he says bluntly.
A wave crashes in your stomach, rushing down into your core, the sensation so strong and unexpected that your knees almost buckle. This isn’t the first time one of your work trips has ended in you going home with a surgeon, but the way this one doesn’t try to feign the ‘nice guy’, doesn’t pretend to want anything more from you than your body, that’s new.
“Unless I’m on vacation, of course,” he adds with a cocky smile.
“Of course…”
He flips the card over and plucks the pen from your hand. You watch as he scribbles on it and hands it back to you.
“So this is where I’ll be tonight,” he says. “You said eight works for you?”
You press your tongue to the inside of your cheek, unsure if you’ve ever met anyone as imperious as this. You slip the card into your pocket and move to walk past him, stopping as your shoulders brush and looking up at him.
“I hope your dick is as inflated as your ego.”
He smirks to himself, remaining quiet as you continue to walk away.
Your skirt is riding up your backside. You reach back to yank it down for the hundredth time before pressing the buzzer on the wall of the apartment building. The setting sun is just a glow beneath the horizon but the streets are still busy, the air warm with a pleasant breeze. You lean back to stare up at the building, the mirrored windows stretching so high you can’t see an end to them. You wonder which one is his.
There’s a scratching sound on the intercom, followed by a deep voice. “Yeah?”
“It’s me,” you say, glancing over your shoulders as if you’re on some kind of secret mission, scared of being seen.
He doesn’t speak again, instead there’s a quick buzz followed by the click of the heavy front door. You let yourself inside, heels clacking against the glossy marble floor as you hurry towards the elevators. When the doors slide open, you pull out your business card, punch in the floor number he’d scrawled in the bottom corner. It begins to ascend, making your already swirling stomach turn.
You pull down the back of your skirt again as you step out into the hall, peering down the length of it in search of his apartment. The door is tall and wide, dark timber and a heavy metallic handle. You knock but your knuckles barely make a sound, the dense wood swallowing the echo.
Still, he comes. You regard him quietly as you step inside, the snug sweater and tailored jeans, a pair of sneakers making you feel entirely overdressed. He’s already grinning; a smug, confident smile that reignites the ire in your chest. You ignore him and walk further in, eyes wide in awe at the vast, industrial space.
You walk over to the window that stretches the length of the apartment, floor to ceiling, wall to wall, framing a perfect snapshot of the city.
“Now I understand why you make the women come to you,” you say.
“Hm?”
“This place. It’s impressive.” You glance over your shoulder at him. “That’s the point, right? You like to impress. To show off.”
He laughs quietly and makes his way to the kitchen area, opening the extensive liquor cabinet. “You want something to drink?”
“I have rules,” you say abruptly, turning around to face him from across the echoey room.
He straightens. “Go on…”
“Nothing that happens here can be used for any type of professional leverage, good or bad, by either of us.”
“Of course-”
“This isn’t a date. I don’t spend the night, I don’t keep in touch, I don’t call when I’m back in town so we can do this again. This is just tonight. And it’s just sex. Understood?”
“Understood.” He returns to the cabinet and takes out a bottle. “So, about that drink…”
You’re already gone, wandering off through a door at the rear of the apartment in search of the bedroom.
You find it. It’s a dark, cave-like space, large curtains draped across another huge window, only the faintest glow of the sunset fighting through the fabric. It’s clinical, just as you’d expect from a surgeon; sleek furniture void of any clutter or knick knacks, exposed brick walls with the occasional piece of art - no photographs. There’s a full length mirror, a small couch, and a bed so large you could sink into it and disappear. You wonder just how many women have delved beneath those sheets before you.
He appears in the doorway, looking you up and down. “You’re eager, little one,” he teases.
You roll your eyes, watching as he closes the door behind him and approaches you. You reach up to touch him, to kiss him, but instead he takes your wrists in his hands and lowers them back to your sides.
“Mm, not yet.”
You scoff in dispute, eyes following him as he strolls across the room and switches on the wall sconces, illuminating the area above the bed in a dim, warm light.
“Look,” you say. “If you’re just going to mess with me then-”
“Well actually, after you left the hospital this afternoon, I got called to consult on a patient and ended up having to stay late. I just got home around fifteen minutes before you knocked on my door. So if you don’t mind, I would like to take a shower first. Is that alright with you?” he finishes sarcastically.
You settle down, composing yourself and relaxing your shoulders. “Of course.”
“Make yourself comfortable.”
He pushes open a door to the right and you catch a glimpse of the luxurious, marbled master bathroom as he steps inside. The door closes behind him, leaving you alone again. You stand there for a moment, listening to him whistling to himself, his belt buckle unfastening and hitting the floor. Water bursts from the shower, the sound like soft static, and you immediately rush over to the mirror.
You examine yourself carefully; fix your hair, press your nose to your skin and clothes, shift your underwear so it sits smoothly and undetectable beneath your skirt. Then you sit down at the foot of the bed, knee bouncing impatiently. You change your mind shortly after, moving to the small couch opposite the bed instead.
Ten minutes or so pass, but it feels like an eternity. You picture him drawing it out on purpose, working the lather into his skin one section at a time, scrubbing at his hair for much longer than necessary, just to make you sweat. The water shuts off and you listen to him singing to himself, the hum of his voice through the door. When the door finally opens, steam escapes into the bedroom, the rich smell of citrus and cedar filling the air as he walks out, still humming quietly.
You glance over at him, mouth falling open slightly to find him completely naked, your gaze falling immediately to the pronounced length hanging from his body as he pads across the room. You look away quickly, rolling your eyes and huffing with indignation. Of course he’s naked, you think, he likes to spar, and you’ve willingly stepped into the ring.
Droplets sit on his shoulders and roll down his torso as he moves around the bed. He climbs on and lays down right in the middle, hands resting behind his head, propped up slightly on the headboard. His hair is still damp, half-coiffed, the grey at his temples darker than it was before. His body is solid, the mystery beneath the scrubs now revealed to you in all its glory. His arms are thick as they flex either side of his head, divots of muscle creating shadows across his torso, cock resting proudly on his thigh as he parts his legs in wait. He’s exquisite, and you can’t help but bask in the sight.
“So,” he says casually. “Are you just going to stay over there looking at me? Or are you going to come and sit on my face?”
You glare at him, unamused.
“What?” he shrugs gently. “You’re the one that said this was strictly sex. Forgive me for abiding by your rules.”
“There’s a word for that, you know,” you reply. “Malicious compliance.”
“Mm, is it really malicious if I’m offering to eat you out?”
“Depends how good you are at it.”
“Come here and find out.” There’s no humour in his tone, but it’s still playful, like he’s goading you.
You stand up and take a step towards the bed.
“Clothes,” he demands.
You stop, pressing your lips together tightly. His eyes never leave you, remaining locked on yours as you kick off your shoes and untuck your top from the waistband of your skirt.
“They should study you,” you say.
“Study me?”
“Yeah.” You lift your top over your head and throw it to the floor, reaching down to unzip your skirt. “Look into how one singular person could possibly be such an ass.”
“Clearly there’s a part of you that likes it, y’know, since you’re here… taking your clothes off for me.”
“What can I say? I’m partial to a surgeon. Think it’s the hands.”
The skirt pools at your feet and you step out of it, extending your arms as if to say ‘ta da’. He smiles.
No one has ever looked at you like this. So intense, like he’s studying every inch; relishing in every freckle and blemish, every curve and crease, mapping out the places he plans to touch, taste, explore.
You continue towards him but he raises his palm, halting you again. “You haven’t finished,” he says.
You glance down at yourself, then back up to him, letting out a grumbling sigh as you reach behind you to unclasp your bra. It pops open, the release of pressure on your skin as soothing as a deep breath. His gaze darkens as you slide the straps off your shoulders, watching your nipples harden as you reveal your bare breasts to him.
“These too?” you ask, hooking your thumbs into the waistline of your underwear.
“Mhm.”
You take them off as gracefully as you can, shimmying them over your hips and thighs and kicking them away. His cock is hardening, swelling and rising towards his stomach. Your mouth twitches with a triumphant smile, but you suppress it as you climb onto the bed, crawling up to meet him.
You lean down and press your lips to his, feeling your skin prick, arousal kindling in your core. His mouth is smart, but it’s also divine. The feeling intensifies, spreading through your belly and pounding between your legs as you sweep your tongue into his open mouth, feel his restraint wavering as your hot breaths mingle. You let your chest press against his, the feeling of skin on skin making you burn with need.
You bring a hand up to his face, he brings his to your throat, bracketing it gently and peeling his mouth from yours.
“I didn’t tell you to kiss me,” he says quietly. “I told you to sit on my face.”
You pull back a little more, making eye contact, breathless as a million comebacks shutter through your mind. But in the end you say nothing, letting out a soft huff and slowly shifting your body up the bed.
You hold the top of the extravagant headboard with both hands and swing one leg over him, straddling his shoulders as his fingers reach up behind you to the small of your back. His touch is electric, lips searing as they plant a kiss on your inner thigh. A soft whimper escapes you in a breath, as though anticipation is its own foreplay.
He wraps his arms around the backs of your thighs and pulls you down onto his mouth. Your grip tightens on the headboard, fingernails digging into the soft, cushiony fabric as he parts his lips against your centre, sucking softly on your already throbbing clit. Your head falls back when his tongue drags up the length of your slit, moulding itself to every pucker and groove, lapping you up like he adores you, and you wonder how many women have fallen for him in these moments.
You groan quietly, closing your eyes as you focus on the flicks and strokes of his tongue, the sucking and swirling, the hums deep in his throat and he devours you. Your clit is sensitive, making you shudder, the pleasure so intense you can barely stand it. Your body raises up instinctively, but he tightens his hold on you, spitting on your clit and returning his mouth to the place that both aches and sings, somehow at the same time.
You gasp in response, eyelids fluttering as you swear under your breath. He releases one of your thighs and you glance over your shoulder to see his hand wrapping around his cock. He begins to stroke it forcefully, working himself to the rhythm of his mouth, and you almost fall to pieces.
“Oh my god,” you moan, slumping forward and pressing your forehead to the headboard.
Your thighs clamp around his head, but it only spurs him on, making him bury his face deeper, and you can’t remember the last time he came up for air.
“I can’t,” you whisper.
The nerves in your clit are screaming, dancing on the precipice between pain and pleasure. He continues to lap at your centre, pushing you to the edge until you’re clinging on for dear life. Pressure swells in your core, flooding you with a tingling heat that softens your bones and turns you to liquid. Until finally you’re there, falling, melting.
He growls as your body begins to shake, working his tongue over you one last time before releasing you from his grasp. You collapse next to him, sliding down the pillows until you’re lying at his side. You’re breathless, chest rising and falling heavily as you stare up at the ceiling.
He rolls onto his side to face you. “You’re quiet when you come,” he says, placing a kiss into the crook of your neck, another at the dip of your collarbone.
“I’ve spent the past two years practically living in hotel rooms,” you reply. “I’ve learned to be inconspicuous.”
“Hm.” He props himself up on his forearm and leans over you, his other hand trailing softly down the side of your body. “Let’s see if we can do something about that.”
Before you can reply, he’s kissing you. His mouth is slick, it tastes of you. Your body is spent, limbs heavy, yet still you find it responding to his touch. He shifts further onto you, spreading your legs with his hands and settling himself between them. You can feel his cock nudging your centre as he rocks his hips, sliding along the soaking wet mess he left there and brushing his head over your clit. It’s sensitive, raw, makes you gasp. But he swallows the sound with a heady kiss.
He’s big. Thick. Hard. Maybe that’s where he stores his arrogance. He continues to tease you, soaking himself in the mix of spit and slick as he wraps his hands around your neck, kisses you so deeply you can feel him drawing a moan from your throat.
He pulls away and looks down at you for a moment. “Condom?” he asks casually.
You’re on the pill. Have been since you were seventeen. But still, you know you should say yes. Yesterday, this man was a stranger; a face you only knew from TV and the medical articles you’d read.
“No.” You shake your head and reach down, gripping his cock and directing it into you.
He chuckles, the sound deep and low. “What a good girl.”
You sigh as he teases at your entrance, pushing the head of his cock in and out but never breaking all the way through.
“Were you thinking about this today in the meeting?” he taunts softly.
You groan and buck your hips, desperate for him to take you.
He eases back slightly and tuts. “I saw you squirming in your seat. How hot and flustered you got when I looked at you. Tell me how much you wanted this.”
“What I wanted,” you begin quietly. “Was to wring your neck.”
The corner of his mouth curls into a smirk. “Really…”
“Really.”
He squeezes his fingers gently around your throat and you exhale softly. The desire is almost painful, your core throbbing, pussy aching.
“Funny how things work out,” he says.
You let out a stifled moan as he sinks into you, filling you so completely you’re certain you can’t take it.
“That’s it,” he mutters as he looks down, watching his cock disappear all the way to the hilt.
You whimper and tighten around him. He sucks the air in through his teeth, returning his gaze to your eyes with a mischievous smile.
“I’m gonna need you to not do that,” he says. “You’ll have me finishing in seconds.”
“Are you telling me the great Doctor Stephen Strange lacks self discipline?” You contract your walls again, this time on purpose.
He bows, forehead resting on your chest, and growls deep in the back of his throat. Then suddenly, without warning, he draws his hips back and buries himself in you again. You gasp, fingers digging into the blades of his shoulders as he repeats his thrusts, building to a firm, steady rhythm.
A small cry escapes you; a sound you’ve never heard yourself make before. He hums in response, keeping you pinned to the bed with his hands around your neck as he snaps his hips, punishing you from the inside out.
“Wrap those legs around my back,” he demands.
You do as you’re told, locking your ankles and gasping as he sinks further, the head of his cock kissing the deepest parts of you and sending jolts of pure electricity through your stomach.
“You’re going to break me,” you whisper.
“Not this time. Maybe later,” he replies, still so arrogant it makes you want to reach up and slap him.
But your hands are stuck to his back, nails digging into the smooth, taut flesh. Another unfamiliar sound falls from your lips, somewhere between a grunt and a hum. He likes it, you can tell in the way he closes his eyes to compose himself.
“Jesus,” he hisses.
His movements begin to stutter and he rests his forehead against yours. You feel his cock throbbing, your pussy growing wetter until it’s dripping. He lets out a long, satisfied groan and begins to slow down, every rock of his hips like the promise of another climax.
“Don’t stop,” you whisper desperately. “Please don’t stop, I’m so close.”
He doesn’t open his eyes, but still he obliges; continuing to stroke into you as you squirm beneath him.
“Oh god,” you groan. “Harder. I need- harder.”
He grunts, screwing his eyes shut tightly, and begins pounding his cock into you with such force you can feel your body shifting up the mattress. You know he already came, you know how sensitive he must be. But somehow, knowing that makes this all the more delicious.
The electricity builds again, every thrust like a lightning strike through your core. Your legs begin to shake and you finally let go, giving in to the current and letting it course through you. Your orgasm is intense, sharp and tingly, making you shudder, body stiffening until it passes.
He slows to a stop, resting his full weight on top of you. You welcome the pressure, like a weighted blanket; warm and grounding, soothing the ache beginning to settle in your limbs.
After a few moments, he slides out of you carefully, rolling over to lie at your side. “You want that drink now?” he asks.
Hair sticks to your forehead with sweat, you brush it back, sucking in deep breaths as you stare up at the ceiling. “No, I’m good.”
Silence envelops you, neither one of you speaking again until your hearts stop thumping.
“So… I guess this means you’re going to approve the training for my method,” he says.
You turn your head, glaring at him in stunned silence.
“I’m kidding,” he says with a smile, greatly amusing himself.
“God, surgeons are assholes,” you mutter.
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No Way (Stephen Strange x wife! Reader)
Summary: All hell breaks loose, like they said right?
Warning: It's Stephen, who doesn't love him? slightly injured, No Way Home spoiler alert for those who haven't watched it yet, fluff, mention of other injuries, special appearance,
As usual, forgive me if there are any language mistakes or confusing storylines.. also forgive me if there are grammatical mistakes.. English is not my first language
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You were married to Stephen while he was still working at Metro General Hospital and were with him when he had an incident that made him decide to head to Kathmandu to find a way to recover both hands so he could return to work as a Neurosurgeon. Too much happens as Stephen tries to recover his hands. No matter how much the surgery costs, he still wants to try to get his hands back to normal. And you, with a good heart and a patient person, try to help your husband in all the challenges you both face
So you with no choice decided to follow him to Kathmandu. And that's where all the stories begin and your new life changes. Stephen became a Sorcerer, fighting Dormamu and taking over as Sorcerer Supreme due to the death of The Ancient One and also helping Thor and Loki find their father in Norway.
How about you? well you and Wong became close friends as well as Mordo but it was only for a while because Mordo chose to go and make his own way so it's only you and Wong who still communicate but due to the things that always happen in Kamar Taj, it's quite difficult also for you to spend your time with your husband and friends.
And most surprisingly you and Cloak seem to have become good friends where Cloak will usually go to you if it is bored with Stephen or just Stephen being an ass which is sometimes. And often Cloak will put itself on your thigh like a blanket or your shoulder as if it wants to be pampered. So it's no wonder if Stephen sees Cloak with you because he knows that his relic will surely pamper you like a dog that wants it's owner attention.
But then, you usually spend your time teaching your students online in the library at New York Sanctum A. K. A your new home. So you are always alone and do your own work as a lecturer. Let me say that, you are also studying mystic art but not always because of your work as a lecturer which is often busy and also because of your students who can be said to be quite challenging as if teaching a kindergarten class. But, you still know some simple spells like opening a portal, or making things float towards you. So that's pretty easy for you too.
Oh yeah, i forgot...I haven't talked about Infinity War yet. Yeah, where Bruce Banner falls from the sky and destroys the roof of the Sanctum. sheesh.. there is a lot of money to be spent to repair the roof of the Sanctum but why be surprised? Kamar Taj students can fix it while Stephen, Wong, Bruce and Tony solve this Infinity Stones thing.. plus with you who are still confused about what happened because of this sudden thing.
"You have to stayed here.. it's dangerous outside.. I don't want anything to happen to you, yeah?" Stephen said while holding your face with both hands gently.
"Oh, you better come back safely, Stephen.. I don't want to see any cuts or scratches on you otherwise you sleep outside" you said sternly while frowning as your hands held Stephen's hand which was still holding the side of your face
And the next thing you know, an Alien comes and kidnaps your husband while Ironman and Spiderman come and try to save your husband and that was the last time you heard from your husband.
Welp-that happened 5 years ago.. where everyone in the world experienced a rather shocking situation where almost all life in the Universe turned to dust, including your husband. Lucky for you, you are not one of those dusty people.
But still, for you, half of yourself has disappeared with Stephen. You have started to feel down, you have started to distance yourself from other people.. and only Wong can give you a little motivation to continue living. The moment when the news of your husband's loss came out of the mouth of Steve Rogers who came to the Sanctum just days after the infinity Stones thing happened you started busying yourself from the outside world with work.
You have started working overtime until you forget to take care of yourself. Also, you don't realize that you have lost a lot of weight. And luckily, Wong noticed your change and tried to help you by advising you to eat and so on.
The thing happened for 3 months and that was 5 years ago. And now everyone is back to normal.. but still, the news of the death of Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff still remains in everyone's mind.
" I'm old now" you said in a soft tone to Stephen as you put your head on Stephen's chest after your 'best' night.
"yeah but I'm still older than you" replied Stephen smirked while stroking your hair gently.
"traitor"
( don't ask me about the age..)
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So! now the real story is about to begin. So you know who Spiderman is because you met him at Tony's funeral a few months ago. And you know that he is a good teenager, and caring and also has a heroic spirit. So for you it is not a problem because you know that every teenager has their own advantages and disadvantages.
And you also understand the side of today's teenagers because you also have students who are quite ok for you and some who are not right with you. But for you it's just ok. You don't even care as long as you can teach them so that they can continue their lives after finishing their studies is pretty good.
But for you Peter is different from the students you usually teach. He is a smart and independent person but sometimes he is a bit clumsy but that is not a problem because some teenagers are still not comfortable with their surroundings. Peter is also a shy person and is quite polite with the people around him. The way he talks is also a bit soft and a little stuttering because he's probably still shy but that's not a problem either because when you get to know him you immediately treat him like he's your child.. after all that's the way you treat kids and teenagers these days.
Back to the story, so the whole of New York is in chaos when the news about Quentin Beck or better known as Mysterio has spread all over New York plus maybe the whole world through his last footage of Spiderman killing him and saying Spiderman who controls all the drones to attack the population around And the most surprising thing is that Mysterio has also spread the identity of Spiderman to the entire population of New York and said that the true identity of Spiderman is PETER PARKER.
And of course you and Stephen know about this from the news that has been playing on TV. You start to feel sympathy for Peter and his family because he has to deal with this situation. And you believe that he is not a murderer or a criminal but just a teenager who was slandered by Mysterio because of his murder. You can feel that Peter's future is threatened by criticism and threats from the media or people around him.
And what happened after this was really beyond your expectations.
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"I told you, you should check again.. see what happened now?" you said while looking for a thick sweater in the closet to wear.
"oh please, I've checked ok... but I didn't expect the Rotundas Getaway was connected to Siberia" replied Stephen who was leaning against the door of your shared bedroom while rubbing his cold neck.
You see, Stephen's carelessness has caused the entire Sanctum to be filled with white snow that has been blasted into the Sanctum through the Rotundas Getaway which has accidentally connected with Siberia and has filled every room with snow. ALL THE ROOMS ARE FILLED WITH SNOW.
Coincidentally, Christmas is getting closer which doesn't mean this is part of the Christmas decorations.. In addition, with the growing cold and thick snow, Stephen and Wong wasted no time looking for students who are willing to volunteer to shovel the thick snow in the Sanctum living room.
And the lucky thing is that your shared room isn't filled with snow so it's kind of nice too because it's where you both sleep but that doesn't mean the cold isn't there either. This has been happening for almost 3 days and Stephen and Wong are trying to fix the situation in the Sanctum.
How about you? welp- you also tried to help Stephen and Wong but because Stephen was haunted by guilt, Stephen kept rejecting your offer to help him even though you insisted on helping him too and besides you don't have any class to teach.. now it's the holidays. Of course, your 'lovely' students have returned to their hometowns.
Because you insisted on helping, Stephen finally had to give in and let you help him. So, the more people do the work, the sooner this ends, right?.
"yeah, just 'check' it. Next time check with your eyes, don't just use your mouth." you murmured while sighing heavily and smoky because of the extreme cold.
"aww, don't be like that. Anyway, this thing is under control, I'm sure this situation will end soon." Stephen said and walked over and started hugging you from behind, hoping to add warmth so you wouldn't get cold.
"I know, but still.. next time you must check properly and make sure that there is nothing wrong with what happens next time. Don't just work carelessly, understand?" you said with a firm tone while rubbing both of Stephen's arms.
"okay ma'am," replied Stephen and kissed your hair gently.
No matter how great and brave Stephen is, he is still afraid of his wife. He really can't imagine your angry face. For him that is very badass and at the same time scary. that's what Stephen likes. Yes. The scariest and cutest wife that Stephen adored.
"don't always say ok if you don't even do your work, Stephen" said Wong in his hoarse but firm tone as he was carrying his heavy bags towards the Sanctum living room.
" and where do you want to go? The work here is not done yet" said Stephen loosening the hug and allowing you to walk into the bathroom to change clothes.
" you see, I have things in Kamar Taj for a few days because of my duty as Sorcerer Supreme so I'm not here for a few days until the things in Kamar Taj are finished.. and I want what happened in this Sanctum now to recover and I hope nothing happened as long as I wasn't here, understand?"said Wong while pointing his finger at Stephen.
Wong is really familiar with Stephen's personality and he is already familiar with it. So whatever happened before, he will definitely know who masterminded all that happened, no matter the matter involving duty or a spell that went out of control because all the evidence will definitely be directed at Stephen.
Stephen sighed and walked towards the door of his room and looked at Wong with an innocent face.
"Come on, Wong. Don't worry about all that, besides, nothing will happen as long as you're not here. Everything will be fine," replied Stephen.
Wong looked at Stephen for a long time while raising one eyebrow. He wouldn't be fooled by Stephen's sweet words because he knew that as long as he wasn't in Sanctum there would be trouble. And he also believes that with you being with Stephen, you will definitely keep Stephen under control.
"I don't trust you but I believe that your wife will make sure that nothing happens as long as you stay in this Sanctum and do not do anything related to dimensions or spells or else you will be in a dangerous situation" warned Wong firmly.
"oh please, you know that I-"
"The most famous person in the world. I know. " interrupted Wong without looking at Stephen before opening the portal and then walked across the portal carrying several luggage bags.
Stephen sighed heavily. The bathroom door was thrown wide open by you as soon as you finished changing into a thick sweater. You looked at Stephen confused.
"What's wrong? "you asked before walking up to Stephen with a confused face.
"well- you know that Wong always warns me right? yes.. that's why" replied Stephen before conjuring two cups of hot cocoa for him and you.
"I see.. well, what Wong warned you is true. You have to take care of yourself so you don't get into too much trouble. And you're lucky because I have to take care of you or not, I don't know what will happen in Sanctum later" you replied before taking a cup of hot cocoa from Stephen's hand and sipping slowly. Then, the sweet and warm taste continues to soothe your freeze and dry throat and warm your cold body temperature.
"I'm not a little boy to take care of" complained Stephen.
"yeah.. whatever you say you're still my boy" you said sweetly before walking out of your bedroom.
"I like that sound of that" replied Stephen and walked out of the bedroom and was followed by Cloak who had been at the end of the room from behind before landing on Stephen's shoulder.
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"Is all this for a holiday party?"asked Peter confused as he looked around the Sanctum's living room filled with snow as soon as he set foot inside the Sanctum.
Wong who wearing a thick sweater placed the last of his bags on the snowy floor before closing the portal and then looked at Peter with a fierce expression on his face.
"No. One of the rotunda gateways connects to Siberia. Blizzard blasted through." Wong replied quickly.
An abrupt swoosh can be heard. Doctor Stephen Strange floats down the stairs through his Cloak of Levitation, holding a mug, wearing a sweatshirt and an anorak. Its blue color resembles his usual mystical outfit. At first glance, it will definitely look like a father who is trying to get along with teenagers.
"Because someone forgot to cast a maintenance spell to keep the seals tight."replied Stephen lazily before he landed on the snowy floor and almost slipped as soon as he landed.
"Don't say that to Wong, Stephen. You should have done the work as Wong told you before" you said slowly going down the slippery stairs due to the snow and ice.
"That's right, because he forgot I now have higher duties. thanks Y/n" replied Wong.
"Higher duties?" asked Stephen, pretending to be confused.
"The Sorcerer Supreme has high duties, yes." replied Wong with a firm yet gentle tone.
Peter who had been standing watching the conversation of the three adults began to interrupt.
"Wait, I thought you were the Sorcerer Supreme?" Peter asked confused as he pointed his finger at Stephen.
"No. He got it on a technicality, 'cause Stephen blipped for five years and made Wong to take over as Sorcerer Supreme."you said with a small smile as if trying to make Stephen jealous. (But then again, he's really jealous but on the inside..wink)
Peter then looked at Wong with a sign of understanding after what you said just now.
" Oh. Well, congratulations." said Peter with his sweet smile.
Wong nodded in thanks. At least, there is someone who appreciates him as much as you. After all, Wong had worked hard during Stephen's absence in the previous year. He also has many services as long as he takes the rank of Sorcerer Supreme in order to protect the universe and this dimension.
"If I'd been here, then I'd-"
"-burned the place down. " Wong interrupted without missing a beat before walking past Stephen and looking at the two students who had been shoveling snow since the beginning "You two, no one said, 'Stop shoveling!'"
With a jerk, the two students continued to scoop up the white snow quickly. Stephen was silent for a moment. Maybe still thinking about what Wong said a moment ago. You looked at your husband who was still silent before turning your gaze towards Peter who had been listening to the conversation between the three of you. Too bad he waited so long. You sighed lightly.
" Steph? " you called softly as you gently patted Stephen on the shoulder.
Stephen jerked and looked down at you. " yeah"
You tilted your head as if to point at Peter who was still standing waiting for his turn to speak. Stephen quickly understood your meaning and looked at Peter with his hand still tightly gripping the coffee mug.
" So Peter, to what do i owe the pleasure?
And there goes to Peter telling him the problem he is facing in the hope that Stephen can turn back the time before Mysterio revealed his identity to the public. It's quite sad, because not only is he the target of the media, but his family and close friends are also affected. Even sadder, Peter was unable to continue his studies at MIT or any other educational institution because his identity was revealed as a murderer.
For them, they didn't want the killer anywhere near them nor did they want him as a student. Even more sad, his best friend and girlfriend were also affected and rejected because they were close friends of Peter. The irresponsible party is cruel and so is the 24-hour media that only wants to make the current situation worse.
"Peter... we tampered with the stability of space-time to resurrect countless lives. You wanna do it again now just because yours got messy?" Stephen said supportively. Yes, he did feel sorry for the young man but, without the Time Stone, he couldn't do anything to help Peter.
"This isn't... it's not about me. I mean, this is really hurting a lot of people. My... my Aunt May, Happy... My best friend, my girlfriend, their futures are ruined just because they know me, and... they've done nothing wrong." Peter pleaded. His eyes began to show sadness.
You who heard the two of them talking earlier started to feel sorry for Peter. Peter is just a boy. He didn't do anything. But, just because of that person's greed and hatred, the hope of a victim is shattered without end.
What Peter went through was too big and dangerous. Because not only the media make this situation worse, but the government does the same. Just because a hero called the Avengers makes a mistake, the government and the people will no longer believe in their safety anymore.
You looked at Stephen with a compassionate face. Begged him so he could help Peter. Stephen looked at you. He really can't go against your look. He knows, every time you give that look. He will definitely lose to you. He is afraid of you but at the same time he loves you. He doesn't care if you don't have magic or work as a university lecturer, he still loves you and obeys you.
Stephen looked at Peter and sighed heavily.
"I am so sorry, but... even if I wanted to... I don't have the Time Stone anymore"said Stephen with a disappointed tone because he was unable to help Peter no matter what the situation. The Time Stone has already been returned to the past so Stephen can't do anything else.
You sighed heavily. "I really want to help you and your friends for university matters, but unfortunately I'm not the person who has the power for university matters.. I'm just a lecturer. If I'm in power, of course I'll help you all. I'm sorry." you said, nodding sadly.
Peter who seemed to have hope began to drop his hope. It's true what they say, Stephen can't do anything if the Time Stone isn't there to turn back time and you're not a powerful person when it comes to the university where you teach. So all the hopes he had started to drop.
Peter nodded slightly. "That's right"
You and Stephen nodded in unison. Peter paused for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh.
"I'm really sorry if I... wasted your time." continued Peter in a tone of disappointment plus sadness.
You and Stephen shook your heads in unison as you waved your hands in the air.
"N-No, you didn't..."
"it's okay, you're not wasting any time"
"It's okay, Stephen.. Mrs Strange"
"No Peter, I really want to help you but I can't do anything about your education. I'm not the one to solve the university thing. But I really want to help you" you said walking up to Peter and holding Peter's hand and caressing his hand as if a mother was persuading her child.
Peter held your hand and looked at you with a sad face but managed to hide it with his sweet smile.. "Just forget about it. Mrs Strange..it's ok"
You looked at Peter for a long time before nodding slowly and letting go of Peter's hands. You then slowly walked over to your husband's side but your eyes were still on Peter. Feelings of pity and wanting to help still open up in you. But if Peter says that, you have to follow what he wants. You have treated Peter like your own son so the feeling of motherhood is still strong inside you. Even though you and Stephen are not blessed with children yet, so it's not wrong if you treat children like your own children, right?
Peter looked at you both and repeated the sentence he said to you again.
"Just forget about it, I think I can manage with what's happening now" said Peter in a tone trying to be strong.
Stephen nodded and sipped his hot chocolate. You looked at your husband with a pitying expression on your face.
"Oh, he will. He's really good at forgetting things." Wong said suddenly as he lifted several bags into the portal.
This causes a temporary enlightenment in the Bleecker Street magician's mind, as he points at his companion. You looked at Stephen and Wong confused as Peter looked at Wong with a frown.
"Wong. You've actually generated a good idea." said Stephen looking at Wong with raised eyebrows.
Wong looked at the Master Of The New York Sanctum confused.
"What?" Wong asked raising an eyebrow.
"The runes of Kof-Kol." Stephen said in a suggestive tone.
"The runes of Kof-Kol?" you and Peter said in unison in confused tones.
"Oh, it's just a standard spell of forgetting. Won't turn back time, but at least people will forget that you were ever Spider-Man." replied Stephen looking at Peter and you while swinging his mug of hot chocolate in the air.
Peter with his hope reappeared. With light up eyes looking at Stephen, he looked at Stephen as if Stephen was his idol.
"seriously? Thank-"
"No. Not seriously. That spell travels the dark borders between known and unknown reality. It's too dangerous." said Wong with a firm tone. He looked at Stephen sharply.
You looked at Stephen and Wong at the same time with a worried expression on your face. Even if you don't know much about magic, you know what Wong warned is dangerous. What the Spell that crossed Stephen's mind was indeed dangerous. It doesn't matter if it's a little or a lot, you keep an eye on Stephen if he uses any spells every time you're with him.
Stephen snorted and looked at Wong. "God, we've used it for a lot less. Do you remember the full moon party in Kamar-Taj?"
The moment you heard those words, you automatically blushed hard and had to hide your face on Stephen's shoulder while your arms hugged Stephen's side. You know what happened at the Moon Party's in Kamar- Taj. Only you and Stephen know about it. And we're not here to talk about that, right?
"No"Said Wong frowning and looking at you who was still hiding your face on Stephen's shoulder.
"Exactly." replied Stephen casually.
"Come on, Wong. Hasn't he been through enough?" Stephen looked at Wong with a pleading expression.
Wong looked at Stephen with a stern expression before he looked at you who were still hiding on Stephen's shoulder and looked at Peter. Not long after, a portal appeared behind Wong that led to the Kamar Taj.
"Just leave me out of this." Wong said hesitantly before stepping into the portal. But his eyes are still on Stephen and you.
Stephen raised his eyebrows. "Fine?"
"Fine.. Y/n, take care of your husband.. if anything weird and dangerous happens feel free to be angry with him." said Wong with a tone of suggestion plus advice as if he were a father-in-law advising his daughter-in-law.
You raised your face to look at Wong. Immediately, you nodded. The "technical" Sorcerer Supreme's portal closes. The "practical" Sorcerer Supreme smiles at Peter. While you looked at them both with a worried face. You then slapped Stephen's arm hard while looking straight into Stephen's eyes.
"Ow, what was that for?" said Stephen, starting to distance himself from you. As soon as he looked at your sharp face, he began to swallow his saliva slowly.
"Do you need to mention about the Full Moon Party in Kamar Taj?" You reprimanded in a firm tone of voice.
"Don't worry, he won't know" said Stephen teasingly but cautiously.
"He will know later. Knowing Wong, he will be able to figure things out quickly. What if he bans me from coming to the Library?" you said angrily.
"I'll make The runes of Kof-Kol again. Easy" said Stephen as he walked closer to Peter and changed his clothes to his usual tunic with a spell.
"Please be careful with that spell, Stephen.. I'm worried what will happen to us later" you said with a pleading tone of advice.
Stephen looked at you then pointed at Peter and told Peter to go to the basement first before Stephen slowly walked towards you. His arms wrapped around your body and he placed his chin on your head and kissed your hair softly while inhaling the smell of your hair lovingly. You hugged Stephen tightly and inhaled the smell of Stephen's body where there was a slight smell of hot chocolate and mint as well as the smell of old books. A smell that for you is quite comfortable and can be called a safe place.
" you don't have to worry, I promise I'll be careful.. If you need me just shout my name and I'll come in an instant.. ok? "said Stephen while stroking your back gently and lovingly.
You lifted your head from Stephen's chest and looked at Stephen's face. Your right hand let go and caressed Stephen's sharp cheekbone.
"It's not that I don't believe you, but you also know that I sometimes worry about what you do. That's why I'm worried that if something happens, who will help you later? Even though I don't know much about magic knowledge or cloak relic that can floating and living, I'll still help you no matter where you are." you said while peck Stephen's lips.
Stephen hummed as he grabbed your neck to kiss your lips for a long time before looking at you and loosening his embrace from your body and pulling back to look at you with his signature ego look.
"The way for you to help me is to just to be in bed" Stephen winked before he dramatically turned and walked towards the basement with the cloak swinging behind him.
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You close your laptop slowly before getting out of bed and start reaching for the cable to charge your laptop. You stretched your body and yawned a little before walking back to bed to plug the charging cable into the laptop. You then intended to make hot chocolate again in the kitchen so you took the empty mug and walked out of your and Stephen's room. The Sanctum was quite quiet right now. The students who helped shovel the snow must have been resting for a while. You know they have been shoveling snow for a long time so it is not wrong if they want to rest for a while. And strangely, there was no sound at all from the underground where Stephen and Peter were now. Perhaps the process of the runes is quite long to make.
So you plan to make hot chocolate for the two students. Slowly you walk on the slippery floor. Carefully step your feet so you don't slip. As soon as you reached the Sanctum stairs, you immediately held the stair rail tightly with your right hand. You look for the two students who are not shoveling in front of the stairs. Weird, you're going down slowly.
All of a sudden, the Sanctum began to shake as if there was a massive earthquake causing your hand grip on the rail to slip and you immediately slipped down the slippery stairs before landing with your head hitting the corner of the stairs hard causing your vision to blur and have a black spot in the corner your eyes.
"Mrs Strange!" screams were heard simultaneously, which to you were the voices of two students who volunteered to help shoveling snow there.
Your blurry vision that was getting darker and darker was only able to see the shadow of the two students before your eyes closed, your eyes managed to look at the third shadow behind the student. A glimpse of black and bushy hair. And with that, your vision darkened as if you had fallen into a dark ocean.
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Voices as if people were talking faintly sounded in your ears as soon as you started to wake up from unconsciousness. Your head is throbbing as if there is a drum in your head causing your headache to become painful. Of course this will cause you an extreme headache later. Your eyes began to open slowly as you flinched when the voice that was faint to you earlier became clear. You whimpered a little in pain as every sound made your head hurt. Immediately everything was silent.
You open your eyes and look around. It turns out that where you are now is your and Stephen's room. You tried to get up but suddenly a black figure quickly rushed to the side of your bed and grabbed your arm and back as if it was trying to help you sit up. You looked at that black glimpse.
"Stephen?"
'Stephen' looked at you strangely and confused before releasing his hold on you as soon as you were in a sitting position and pulled back but his eyes were still on you.
"Stephen? I'm Sherlock. Not Stephen. John, what is she saying?"Said 'Stephen' or known as Sherlock with a British accent looking to the man with sand blonde hair, short and dressed in a black jacket and black jeans who was standing not far from where the two of you were.
"Sherlock I think she's still semi-conscious-"
"-I'm fully aware ok. I'm not unconscious anymore. So I know what I'm talking about. And who are you anyway? Why is Stephen or Sherlock if you want to call him wearing clothes like this? As far as I know his hair is not curly like this." you said looking Sherlock up and down.
The man with sandy blonde hair approached you both slowly.
"My name is John Watson and I don't understand what you are saying right now. All we know is that we are solving a case and suddenly, here we are." John explained to you.
" and I am not the Stephen you say." replied Sherlock lazily as he rolled his eyes.
"Sherlock!" John insisted angrily as his eyes were fixed on Sherlock.
"It's true what I said. She keeps calling me Stephen. I don't know why." Sherlock replied.
"yeah but this is not the time to argue about that. Right now we have to think about how we want to go back to 221B" said John looking at you.
"I'm sorry if I interrupted. But what do you mean that you and he are suddenly here?" you said confusedly to the two men.
John looked at Sherlock with a face you couldn't read. Sherlock looked at John for a long moment before he let out a heavy sigh. John must have thought that Sherlock must have some sort of solution to this.
"I'm afraid I don't know how the two of us are here. All we know is that there's a flash of colour and the next thing we know we're in this 'museum'," explained Sherlock while running his hands through his curly hair.
You looked at the two of them for a long time before sighing heavily. It seems that this may have something to do with the spell that Stephen made. Nothing but this must have happened when Stephen made the spell.
" I think I know how to help you two. I have to go and see my husband.. " you said starting to get up but stopped when Sherlock grabbed your shoulder to sit back down.
You looked at Sherlock confused. Sherlock cocked his head to the side as if to indicate something. You looked at what Sherlock meant and gasped as you saw your right leg wrapped in a white bandage.
"I suggest you don't need to walk for a few weeks. You sprained your ankle when you fell down the slippery stairs so I've bandaged your leg and treated your head. Nothing serious, you might just have a headache but that will go away with time," explained John in doctor mode.
"oh, thank you for helping me. It seems we have to wait for Stephen to come to the room, then we can help you" you said.
Sherlock and John nodded. The atmosphere in the room was quiet again. Only the sound of motorcycle and car engines can be heard from outside the Sanctum even though it is muffled because of the windows but you can still hear how busy New York City is. Sherlock and John who were still confused by the current atmosphere seemed to have relaxed a little with the quiet atmosphere. Maybe that's what they want. Quiet and peaceful.
Maybe with the current situation, this is the best time for them to think of a way to go home. You looked at Sherlock who was now at the window looking at New York City with a frown on his face. He was definitely not used to the atmosphere of a big and noisy city compared to where he lived. Maybe?
Sherlock's face, which is indeed similar to your husband's face, makes you amazed at how different and the same they are when they stand next to each other. His clean shaven face without any goatee, even his curly hair that looks soft makes you want to run your fingers through his hair a few times just to feel how soft his hair is.
The way of wearing it is quite different compared to what your husband wears. The black trench coat and blue scarf look neat tied around his neck, probably because he doesn't want to get cold. But, no matter how different he is from your husband. You remain faithful to your true husband until the end of your life. Maybe Sherlock will find a girl like you? we don't know. Love doesn't always come rolling, what we need to do is find true love.
"so umm... Are you two partners or colleagues?" you said suddenly trying to make a conversation.
John looked at you before clearing his throat. " we can be said to be colleagues but we are also flatmates. Although, Sherlock's behavior is quite rude, we are still friends. He trusts me and I trust him. Although some people think we are umm.. more than friends. But, it's not true. I'm a married man and Sherlock has a girlfriend, so over time the rumors just...disappeared"
You raised an eyebrow. Sherlock has a girlfriend?
Sherlock looked at you for a moment before looking back at the window. "yes, is there a problem?"
You shook your head quickly. " no no. John just said your behavior is a bit rude but it doesn't mean you can't afford to have a girlfriend. You are just like my husband, Stephen.. although his behavior is a bit cocky and his ego is a bit high, he knows how to take care of a woman who he calls his wife" you smiled to yourself.
Sherlock was speechless. His eyes were still focused on the outside of the window before he slowly turned his gaze towards you.
"Her name is Y/n. Yeah, you're just like her. Strong but she knows her limits. Fierce but kind at the same time. Likes to help others a lot. That's what I like about her. Stubborn too. That's the reason why I'm not surprised to see you is because to me you are just like her. There is no difference, only the way you throw your words is different. She is more soft but firm and you are more firm but soft." Sherlock said softly, his hand in his pocket gently stroking the black box.
You were stunned by what Sherlock said. It turns out that he admires the girl he loves without realizing it. The verse that is said to be arranged is beautiful like a poem. He really loves that girl. Even if the girl has the same name and face as you, no matter how different the version of Stephen in this universe is, it will definitely be united with the girl they really admire. And that girl is you.
You looked at John who was looking at Sherlock with his mouth slightly open. "What's wrong, John?"
John jerked away from his gaze and looked at you, his head a little closer to your ear. And then he whispered.
"this is the first time he admitted that he loves Y/n to someone else. All this time it was all done quietly and in his own way. So this is a bit of a surprise to me. He never told what 'our' Y/n is like to anyone but me " explained John in a whisper. Worried that his statement was heard by Sherlock who was now still in his own mind.
You nodded in understanding and looked at Sherlock. John pulled himself away from you and walked over to the chair not far from your bed, his hands clasped and gently stroked.
"umm.. how long will it take for your husband to come back?" asked John.
" I don't think it will be long because he is in the basement. So maybe he will come up soon. " you replied while tugging at your shirt.
Sherlock sighed quickly and ran his fingers through his hair repeatedly as if his mind was reeling. He then walked back and forth in the same place before walking and sitting on the end of your bed. He sighed heavily.
"oh please hurry up. I'm bored" Sherlock said with a complaining tone.
You looked at Sherlock confused then looked at John with a questioning look on your face. John looked at you as if he understood what you meant.
" don't mind him. He's always like that when he's bored. Complains and sometimes shoots the wall with a gun.. But that's when 'our' Y/n isn't in the flat.. if Y/n is there, of course he'll just stick with Y/n ." John said to you, shrugging his shoulders as if he'd had enough of Sherlock's behavior.
"shoot a wall? like really shoot a wall with a real gun? Aren't other people angry?" you asked widening your eyes slightly as if in disbelief.
John nodded and sighed. "yeah, of course our landlady is angry with Sherlock but because she's had enough of Sherlock's behavior it's become a habit. It's just that the price of the flat has increased"
" That's when your Y/n isn't there.. but what does he do when your Y/n is in the flat? " you asked John again.
"well, Sherlock usually just puts his head on Y/n's lap and Y/n will play with her hair as if that will calm Sherlock's mind. That's the calmest thing when Y/n is in our flat. All things or experiments are not touch by him if Sherlock is stuck with Y/n" said John looking at Sherlock who was looking out the window. Perhaps his attention was lost the moment he entered his mind.
You nodded understanding what John explained. Even though Sherlock looks cold and a little rude, he still has a kind and gentle nature to his lover. Also, just by looking at Sherlock you can imagine what it would be like if Stephen took criminology instead of the medical field. Surely Stephen will be like Sherlock. Thirst with knowledge and criminal cases must be his main characteristic. There is no difference at all.
You looked back at John but before you could open your mouth, Stephen opened the bedroom door wide and entered the bedroom you shared with his face covered in claw marks and bruises. Stephen limped into the room slowly.
Your eyes then light up when you see Stephen but turn worried when you see your husband's condition. The startled John quickly got up and walked towards Stephen to help him.
"Stephen! " you called in a soft voice plus a hint of concern towards Stephen.
Stephen who was limping and helped by John looked at you with a relieved face before turning to worry when his eyes looked at you who was lying on the bed with one leg wrapped.
"Honey, what happened to you? Are you ok?" Stephen asked worriedly and tried to go towards you with John's help. Stephen was still unaware of the presence of two men there even though he was helped by John. All his attention is only on you.
" Don't worry about me, dear. My ankle is just sprained and I'm sure I have a slight concussion but what we need to worry about is you, Steph.. what's going on?" you replied in a worried tone and tried to move towards Stephen but you winced in pain as you moved your bandaged leg.
Stephen sighed heavily and began to sit on the edge of the bed. John then stepped back trying to give the two couples privacy. Sherlock, who had been in the realm of his mind, started to snapped out of his mind and looked at you and his variant. Sherlock began to make deductions against Stephen.
Stephen rubbed your bandaged leg gently so that it would not put any pressure on your sprained leg. You looked at Stephen with a worried frown.
"What happened? you asked Stephen as your hand tried to reach Stephen's hand that was stroking your bandaged leg.
"well.. you know what Peter wants right? So I cast the spell but it started backfired and everything went haywire. And guess what, I found a lizard monster in the basement so I fought it and put it in the cell. It's pretty strong too and that's why I got some of these injuries. " Stephen explained. His hand then reached your hand and stroked it gently.
You let out a deep breath. Fortunately, nothing bad happened to Stephen and he only had injuries that could be treated with a first aid kit and enough rest. Luckily nothing bad happened after that. You frowned.
"So, the spell you cast and backfired is what caused this Sanctum to shake?" you make assumptions right away.
Stephen lowered his head slightly before looking at you with pleading eyes.
"yes.." replied Stephen with a small voice.
" and that spell caused the detective version of you to appear with his friend?" you said again as you pointed your index finger towards Sherlock and John.
Stephen raised his head quickly and looked at you with a confused face.
"sorry?" Stephen asked in a confused tone.
"the detective version of you appeared after I fell down the Sanctum stairs. Luckily, his friend helped me with a sprained leg and my head. Otherwise, I'd still be at the end of the Sanctum stairs." you murmured to Stephen.
Stephen immediately looked at your pointing finger and let out a heavy breath as his eyes widened to see his own twin standing upright next to the window of your room. Sherlock who looked narrowly at Stephen stiffened when he saw another version of himself in front of him.
The two men looked at each other in silence. Their eyes study each other's faces and selves quickly. Honestly, Stephen himself doesn't know whether this is an impressive thing or not because one, of course he was quite amazed when he could see another version of himself although it was a bit strange because he saw himself in front of his eyes and secondly, it was also quite dangerous if any variants who set foot in another universe, it will definitely result in bad things like incursion.
Talk about Incursion made Stephen widen his eyes with shock.
Stephen quickly shook his head in distress. "no, no no.. this is very dangerous. The two of you cannot be in this universe. It's too dangerous. One step in another universe, that universe will be destroyed and disappear from existence. This is all a mistake" Stephen rambled with stress while walking one places around the room.
John looked at Sherlock hoping Sherlock knew what Stephen meant. Destroyed and disappeared from existence. These two gentlemen should not be in this universe let alone other variants from different universes.
And what Stephen knew was that he was already fucked up after he cast the spell. Sherlock can only see the version of himself that is in distress and walking in that place. Back and forth steps were arranged by Stephen while rubbing his head. Stephen's injuries became numb and forgotten.
John decided to open his mouth. "You see, we here don't know what's going on right now. All we know is that your wife told us that you can take us back to.. our universe"
Stephen stopped and looked at John confused. "and you are?"
"John Watson, call me John" John introduced himself.
Stephen nodded his head. "Doctor Stephen Strange. Doctor Strange is fine" Stephen replied and looked at Sherlock with a frown. "and who's this friend of yours?"
John looked at Sherlock who was still standing stiffly by the window. "That's Sherlock Holmes.. just call him Sherlock.. Don't mind him, he's always like that. Trying to make some deductions."
Stephen nodded his head in understanding. Although Stephen knows who Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson are due to him having read Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's books in his spare time. But he does not expect that the real Sherlock Holmes is a variant of himself. He excepted that Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson would appear as in the book describe both of them and in Victorian era clothing but his expectations were wrong just seeing the way they both wore.
Although the way they both dress is quite good for the season in London, it is also good that they wear such clothes in Sanctum because Sanctum is still in a 'Christmas holiday' state.
You, who had been a witness to the conversation, began to open your mouth after being silent for a 'long time'. "Stephen, I think we need to treat your injury. I'm afraid there will be an infection and we can continue this while Doctor Watson is here treating your wound. Doctor Watson, you go to the bathroom and open the bathroom mirror. In there we keep first aid kit." You told John.
John nodded and walked into the bathroom. Stephen sighed heavily.
"Do you still want to stand there or do you want to ask questions?" Stephen sighed tiredly.
As if he had just woken up from his mind reverie, Sherlock jerked out of his Mind Palace. His mind played some questions that only his variant could tell. The Great Sherlock Holmes himself does not know how the universe works let alone know about the solar system.
Stephen sighed weakly and shook his head several times trying to get rid of the dizziness that was growing in his head. "I still can't believe I will discover a variants from another universes let alone my own variant" Stephen paused and looked at Sherlock. "seems like you have a question to ask"
Sherlock nodded slightly. "although I believe in science but what is happening now is a bit confusing for me"
"I can say the same thing for you. Even I know everything about universes and mystics but this is really out of control and shouldn't happen" Stephen rubbing his chin with both hands.
Sherlock cocked his eyebrows at Stephen. "and why is that?"
"Because once any variants or things from the alternative universe are traced in another universe, it will trigger something that can bring chaos to that universe" Stephen explained.
Sherlock frowned. Meanwhile John came out of the bathroom with a first aid kit in his hand and walked towards Stephen. The first aid kit was opened and John began to enter his Doctor mode and began to treat the wound on Stephen's face.
"don't bother telling him about that, Doctor Strange. He doesn't know that the earth goes around the sun let alone knows about things like this" John muttered.
You stifled a giggle and put a palm over your mouth to hide your smile. Sherlock grumbled unpleasantly when he heard what John said then he turned his gaze to the window again.
"and by the way. Back to the trigger something.. how long do you think it will take to start happening?" John asked with concern. "we didn't want to cause any danger in your universe, honestly"
Stephen sighed. "I don't know.. let's just hope it doesn't happen so quickly"
"also, we still need to find out how to bring you both back to your universe" you stated.
Sherlock looked at you. "can you do magic too?"
"uhm.. no. I don't have magic like Stephen, I'm just a university lecturer" You replied.
"Y/n in our universe is a Detective Inspector at Scotland Yard. From there Sherlock knows her" John said all of the sudden as his hand dabbed cotton on Stephen's wounds.
Stephen winced as the stinging pain flashed across his face. John looked at Stephen apologetically before continuing his work.
"Stephen met me.. correction bumping into me and causing my coffee to spill all over him that's how we both met. Years later we both got married and still have no children but we are still happy" you smiled towards Stephen passionately.
Sherlock looked at you both for a long time. This is what will happen if he and your version are in his universe. His hand in his pocket tightly holding the ring box.
Just as Sherlock was about to open his mouth, your phone made a loud 'ping' sound indicating that notifications had arrived.
You looked at your phone on the bedside table and reached for it. The screen opens and the dim light from your screen shines on your face. Sherlock, Stephen and John just looked at you.
Your face is shocked when you receive a message from one of your students which is the latest news about the attack on the bridge but what makes you more shocked is Spiderman and squid man? who made havoc there. You quickly flipped your phone and directed it to Stephen.
Stephen widened his eyes and quickly got up from his sitting position causing John to jerk in surprise at the sudden movement.
"i have to go" Stephen said then leaned and kissed your forehead.
You nodded in understanding and caressed his cheek. "be safe" you muttered to him with concern.
Stephen nodded and walked out of the room you two shared. The two grown men who are with you can only witness the situation unfolding in front of them with confused and worried faces (John who is worried).
"What's wrong?" Sherlock spoke after a few moments of silence.
"He needs to get Peter before something untoward happens" you muttered.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
*Time Skips*
After the whole fiasco where Peter trapped Stephen in the Grand Canyon and he ran away with a cube that contained spells in the hope of changing the fate of the villains there, well that's what Peter said to you before he and the others left the Sanctum. You worriedly pacing with a slight limp in the main room of the Sanctum with a concerned face engraved.
You don't know how long you've been pacing around because you're worried about Stephen's condition now, you don't know how to open the portal. Stephen always said that he does not recommend you to learn magic because for him it is dangerous even though a simple spells can lead to a dangerous situation. You just scoffed at that. Said the one who always casts simple spells and leads into dangerous situations.
John and Sherlock who are 'still' in the Sanctum can only see your distressed session. John who was sitting on the steps was staring into space at the same time unconsciously tapping his foot on the floor while Sherlock was observing everything in the Sanctum trying to get rid of his boredom.
"it's been twelve hours he's trapped.. I don't know what happened to him and yet I'm here doing nothing to help him" You said with a worried tone.
"Calm down, Y/n. He's a Sorcerer of course he's fine. You don't need to worry about him.. Just sit here you shouldn't put pressure on your sprained leg. It will interfere with its healing" John tapped the spot beside him with his left hand.
"What if something happens to him? And I can't do anything. I don't have magic like Stephen" you said worriedly as you take a seat besides John.
"he's a great man, he'll be back later. You shouldn't worry about him. He might be dealing with what happened now." John assured you while patting your shoulder. He looked at Sherlock who was trying to hold the artifacts there. "Sherlock" he called.
Sherlock withdrew his fingers from touching the artifacts there and turned his gaze on John. He grumbled and sat next to you. Now you are among British men. One that looks like your husband and one that looks like one of the CIA agents you see on TV.
"I just wish he's okay, that's all. That's what a wife should do right? Worry about their husband's well-being" you murmured.
"Mary don't do that" Sherlock muttered.
John glared at him. "Pardon?"
Sherlock grumbled and looked away. You looked at Sherlock with confusion engraved on your face.
"Mary? As in Mary Watson?" You asked.
"My wife." John replied, smiling to himself.
"She sounds lovely"
"oh she was lovely.. Still is" John looked down his lap with sorrow.
"Was?" you furrowed your eyebrows.
"She's passed away a few years ago. It's complicated but everything is sorted out" John said, grieving.
"Oh, John.. I'm sorry for your loss. She's probably in a good place" you said, rubbing his back in a comforting way.
"Thanks" John said lowly. "without her me and Sherlock will not make up after a long time of not being on the same page for some reason regarding her death. She saved us one last time. Well, she's probably going to kill us if we still don't see each other. Rosie going to be pisses to her dad for that" John added.
"at least she has a favorite auntie and uncle by her side" Sherlock interrupted.
"yeah, well. obviously you and Y/n are her favorites. You both spoiled her too much with the puzzle. Now she's obsessed." John complained.
"It's good for 5 years old to grow up with the great brain. Otherwise you spoiled her with Mrs Hudson biscuits" Sherlock shot back his response.
"Rosie's first word is Murder. Murder! Not daddy or Papa. It's all your fault for teaching her that word" John said loudly.
Two British men fighting like old married couples? yup. Your day is very beautiful.
" her first word is Murder. Well.. that's quite surprising" You are dumbfounded.
"I expected she said mother but I heard it wrong.. She loudly said Murder. Now you know whose fault" John crossed his arms.
"At least she doesn't have a bad temper like yours" Sherlock said flatly.
"what?" John glared at Sherlock.
"nothing." Sherlock looked at you. "She and Y/n are very inseparable. Y/n loves her like her own daughter so no wonder Rosie has almost the same personality as Y/n. She follows her everywhere" Sherlock said admiringly.
"You really love her, don't you?" you said, grinning at him.
"Well, love is a strong word but yes. You can say that. Mycroft still debating with himself when I say that I have a girlfriend" Sherlock muttered.
You nodded in understanding and thought into space. The Sanctum is quiet.
"You know, it's a bit weird knowing that the characters from the books I read when I was little actually exist in another universe. Let alone have the same face as my husband." you chuckled.
"I'm still debating with myself that the Multiverse exists. Let alone meet the same person as my girlfriend" Sherlock said.
"I'm still in the state of making sure this is not a dream by the way" John spoke.
"well, Mr Watson. It's one hundred percent real and not a dream" you replied, smirking.
"But still, being in another universe is not our line of work" Sherlock said next to you.
You sighed lightly. "Is it true that you once encountered Professor Moriarty?"
"Moriarty is not a professor in our universe but well he claimed himself as a Consulting Mastermind. Well, he's dead now.. So no need to worry"
"is it Reinchenbach Fall? He's dead because he fell right?" You tilted your head slightly.
"he shot himself with a gun.. I was the one who jumped not him.. I'm pretending to be dead for 2 years just to destroy his network" Sherlock replied.
"oh, yeah.. i read about that too.. You pretended to be dead for 2 years... Gosh, that must be bothering you, isn't it?" You said, glancing at Sherlock sympathetically.
"You can say that" Sherlock replied.
"It's sound weird that you know everything because you read books about us even though you've never been to our place" John blurted after a long time silent.
"Well, the timeline in the book is the Victorian era, so compared to your modern era, there is no difference. The characters and the story lines are almost the same," you explained.
"but not all of them, right?" John looked at you.
You nodded. "yup" you thought for a moment. "Gosh, it's been a while.. I'm starting to worry about him" you rubbed your arms anxiously.
Sherlock awkwardly put his hand on your back and rubbed it gently in a comforting way.
"He's okay, Y/n..Don't worry about him.. Like you said he has magic so he knows when to protect himself" John reassured you.
"but what if something happens-"
The sound of the spark started to be heard in the middle of the Sanctum where the three of you were. You started to wake up with Sherlock's help. Both hands hug yourself as you try to warm yourself. There Stephen came out of the portal with scratches and cuts on his face. He looked obviously tired.
His body bends a little, probably his ribs are sore after fighting for a long time. You sighed in relief and rushed to Stephen. You immediately put Stephen's right hand on your shoulder as you helped him to sit on the Sanctum stairs.
"Oh, Stephen. Thank God you're okay" you put both hands on Stephen's cheek and caressed his cheek.
Stephen sighed heavily before putting his forehead against yours. He closed his eyes tiredly. "it takes a long time to handle that opponent"
"Are those villains already defeated? What happened to Spiderman?" You asked concerned.
"I already took them all back to their universes.. It took a long time to handle that because of Goblin. Spiderman is also okay, he's the ones who cure them all" Stephen explained.
"Oh, what a relief. At least you're okay" you said while looking at the injury on his face. "Luckily it's just a small wounds and not a big one. Need me to clean it?"
"no need, I can use healing spells besides I have one last job to do" Stephen opened his eyes and glanced at the Baker Street duo.
Stephen started to get up and walk forward facing the duo. "I believe this is the time for you two to return to your universe. Can't risk any danger in this universe, right?"
"yes.. of course.. We don't want that to happen" John replied.
"the spell doesn't hurt, it's just a bit tickle so both of you will arrive in your universe as usual" Stephen explained.
Sherlock nodded in understanding. "Thanks for letting us both sit here for a while. We appreciate it"
Stephen nodded then held out his hand to shake Sherlock's hand. Sherlock reached out and shook his hand.
"Until next time" Stephen nodded.
Sherlock nodded. John looked at you with appreciation.
"Thanks, Y/n. for explaining and letting us stay here.. Also for helping us get used to being here for a while. We owe it to you both" John said.
"You don't owe us anything, John. Besides, thanks for helping me about what happened earlier. Thanks for treating my injuries." you said to him with a smile.
You turned your gaze to Sherlock. "and you, Mr. Holmes. Make sure you propose to Y/n with a lot of books as a gift, yes? Don't think I didn't see your hand in your pocket, fidgeting with the ring box. Make sure she said yes even though she always says yes to you" you warned him.
Sherlock was stunned. His face turned red. John gawked at Sherlock while Stephen smirked.
"you-"
"right, shall we?" Sherlock cut him off by telling Stephen to leave.
Stephen smirked then nodded and then he began to cast a spell to send them both back to their universe.
Their bodies glowed with a bright yellow light and slowly they disappeared in front of you both. Sherlock nodded his appreciation at the two of you before disappearing in your sight.
You looked at Stephen with a grin. "well, that went well"
"yes.. it went well, honey" Stephen put his hand on your hips.
"now, why don't we just clean ourselves up and treat those injuries? After that we can just marathon read Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's books in our room? what do you think?" you suggested
"Is there hot chocolate?" Stephen smirked at you.
"oh, Husband. Of course there is. Besides Sanctum is still in the Christmas spirit, so we need more hot chocolate" you smiled teasingly at him.
"well, my wife. Lead the way then" Stephen squeezed your hips teasingly causing you to shriek.
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distractions
Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader
Summary: Y/N needs a distraction from it all and her fiance is more than willing to give her one.
Warnings: SMUT! 18+ MINORS DNI! Unprotected sex (do the right thing), bondage, Stephen being a tease.
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Y/N’s been stressed out lately with work for the past couple weeks. Just like Stephen, Y/N was also a well known neurosurgeon and lately her list of expired patients has grown exceptionally. For the life of her she couldn’t tell what exactly was the problem; was it her or was her patients too far gone before they got onto the table?
Releasing a heavy sigh, Y/N let herself into her home and locked the door behind her. Stephen closed the book in his hands and put it off to the side, his charming smile slowly dimmed once he saw the glum look on his fiance’s face. He watched as she dropped her keys and purse on the table in the hallway and kicked off her sneakers while fighting to hold back the tears.
“Hunnie?”
“I’m gonna go take a shower.”
Y/N headed straight for their bathroom, removing her clothes in the process. She needed to take a shower to wash off the sucky ass day she had, she didn’t even want to be around Stephen because all she saw when she looked at him was the neurosurgeon she’d never be and that made her even more sad. With the cold water running, Y/N stepped under, soaking her entire body from head to toe.
“I’ll see you when you’ve finished working your magic doc.”
“I’ll be right here waiting when you wake up.”
The sound of the water hitting the bathroom tiles muffled the ugly sobs she produced as she finally allowed herself to fall apart. Y/N held her hands to her chest, crying at the thought of what her patient’s last words to her were. She failed him, she failed herself and for some reason she felt like she failed Stephen too.
Stephen lightly pushed the bathroom door open and his heart broke seeing her in this state. He didn’t waste time stripping down and joined her in the shower; he pulled her back into his chest and wrapped his arms securely around her.
“Stephen please leave me alone.” She hiccupped trying to wiggle her way out of his hold but stopped once she realised that he didn’t plan on letting her go anytime soon. Stephen kissed the back of her head and shoulder, feeling her relax into his touch.
“I’m a failure.”
“You’re not, you’re an incredible surgeon who’s just going through a rough patch right now.”
“I failed my patients, their families, myself, you…” Stephen turned her around to face him but she found more interest in his pectoral muscles than looking up into his eyes. Using his index finger, Stephen tilted her head back forcing her to look at him as he spoke.
“You could never fail me darling. We’ve all lost people on the table, we all knew the risks and doing surgery on someone’s brain isn’t an easy thing to do. You did your best but sometimes, our best isn’t enough.” Stephen was right but she couldn’t help but blame herself still for the loss of her patients.
“Kiss me.”
“What?”
“Stephen I need a distraction so, kiss me. Kiss me until I forget everything.” Cupping her face in his hands, Stephen closed the distance between them, gently capturing her lips in a much needed kiss. Y/N guided her hands up his biceps up to his hair and grabbed a handful of it, ripping a groan from his chest.
Stephen backed her up until her back came into contact with the cold tiles; their innocent kiss took a sharp turn. Y/N broke apart for a second lightly biting down on his bottom lip in the process. Stephen’s hands roamed every inch of skin that they came into contact with on her body; she dragged her hands down his chest and abdomen.
“Mhmm.”
Stephen’s eyes shut feeling her wrap her hand around his shaft, jerking him a couple times. Y/N trailed kisses along his strong jawline and column of his neck, nibbling on his exposed flesh. Stephen nudged her legs apart, running his fingers through her slick folds returning the favour. Y/N bucked her hips into his palm, grinding down on it for more stimulation on her clit.
“You’re so needy baby.”
With his eyes locked with hers, Stephen lowered himself to his knees and hooked her right leg over his shoulder; he flattened his tongue against her lower lips, coating it in her sweet juices and dragged it up to her bundle of nerves making her squirm above him. Y/N tried to pull his head closer but the sorcerer used one of his handy moves, binding her hands together and holding them above her head.
“No touching.”
“I hate you.”
Stephen smirked at her before delving back into her nether region licking and sucking, eating her out like a man starved. Y/N’s moans grew louder as Stephen brought her closer and closer to her much needed release. Rubbing his thumb back and forth on her clit, Stephen inserted two of his long digits into her needy hole, curling them to hit the particular spot that always had her squirming and begging for more.
“Fuck…don’t stop.”
Y/N’s eyes shut in the midst of the pleasure that she was receiving from the sorcerer between her legs. Stephen loved hearing the sweet sounds she produced every time they had sex and he planned on hearing them all night long. Y/N’s walls pulsed as she got closer to her climax.
“Come for me baby, that’s it.” Stephen kept thrusting his fingers into her, smiling at the feeling of her release coating his hand. He replaced his hand with his mouth, lapping up her sweet juices as she grounded her cunt on his face.
“Stephen, I need you.” She dropped her leg from his shoulder as he stood up. Stephen motioned for her to turn around and she did, bending over with her palms on the wall for support. He jerked himself a couple times, lining himself up with her cunt. Stephen slowly inserted the tip of his cock in and removed it a couple times teasing her with what she craved most right now.
“Stephen please, stop teasing.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
Stephen didn’t leave room for her to rebut as he buried himself in her heat, stretching her out completely. Placing both hands on her hips, Stephen began pounding into her at a moderate pace. Their moans mixed with the slapping of skin on skin filled the bathroom which only encouraged him to continue his actions.
Stephen pulled her hair back into a ponytail and pulled her head back to crash his lips against hers. Y/N pushed herself back to meet his thrusts; his fingers found her bundle of nerves again, stimulating her further.
“O-oh shit. I’m gonna-”
“Hold it.”
Stephen continued to fuck her into oblivion ensuring that Y/N was too preoccupied thinking about his cock buried inside of her rather than the recent crap she’s been dealing with at work. His thrusts became uneven as he chased his release; Y/N chanted his name like she was saying a prayer, begging to come.
“Come for me babygirl.”
With a cry of his name, Y/N came on his cock, her walls clamped down on him which triggered his climax as well. Stephen bit down on her shoulder as he emptied his seed deep within her. He thrusted a couple more times as they rode out their high before completely removing himself.
Y/N smiled feeling his sticky release seep from her cunt and down her inner thighs. Stephen released her arms from their binds and shut the water off.
"Come here." She pulled him down to meet her halfway, crashing their lips together. Stephen hoisted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. The sorcerer took them into their adjoining room and placed her on the bed.
"Uh uh Strange, my turn."
Y/N mustered all her strength and flipped them over; she was now straddling his lap while he lay there admiring her blissed out state.
"As you wish."
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Just As Important - Surgeon!Stephen Strange x Reader
Paring: Surgeon!Stephen Strange x F!Reader
Word Count: 2,550
Description: Stephen and Y/N have been dating in secret for awhile, but when one of the nurses seems to deliberately be making her life harder, he has to step in.
Request: “Surgeon!Stephen being in love with a SRNA(CNA).”
Requested by: Anon
Other Things: Established relationship. Mild Hurt/Comfort. Fluff.
Warnings: I don’t work in the medical field/haven’t ever worked at a hospital, so I just had to guess on some things 😬 Some swearing. Bullying by coworkers.
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The sound of a loud crash from behind her sends Y/N spinning around to see her cart full of supplies tipped over and scattered across the ground, one of the nurses and her personal pain in the ass standing over it.
“Well well, what do we have here?” Joy chides with a smirk, looking at the mess then scribbling something down on the clipboard in her hands. “Not working very cleanly are you? Also left a tripping hazard right here. That’s not going to look good in the reports.”
“But I-” Y/N opens her mouth to argue but snaps it shut as Joy brings her pen back to the page.
“Are you looking for backtalk to a superior to be on this report too Y/N?”
“No,” she says quietly, glancing down at the mess at her feet.
“Good, then get fucking cleaning,” she snaps at her before heading off in the opposite direction.
Y/N sighs heavily and drops to her knees when a pair of familiar shoes comes into her field of vision.
Following his legs up, she gives her boyfriend Stephen a soft smile as he glares in the direction Joy went, “Does she always speak to you like that?”
“Stephen I swear it’s fine,” Y/N says as she starts gathering the supplies off the ground.
“It’s not fine,” he insists, crossing his arms. “She shouldn’t be speaking to you that way. And dumping your supplies on the floor and false reports? No Y/N.”
“Please just let it go,” she sighs and stares up at him with pleading eyes. “I don’t want it to become a whole thing…”
Stephen closes his eyes for a moment with his own sigh and nods before dropping down to his knees to help her clean up, “I’ll let it go this time, but if this continues or gets worse… tell me ok?”
“And let the lead neurosurgeon step in to defend a CNA against an asshole nurse?” she scoffs and flips the cart she had back up right.
He shakes his head and reaches out his hand to cup her jaw and run his thumb across her cheek, “You don’t deserve to be treated that way. Don’t let your position make you think you have to put up with this. If you need me to step in I will, or if you want to go to HR I will back you up, I’ve seen it.”
“I don’t deserve you,” she mutters, turning her head to rest in his palm and look up into his eyes.
“Yes you do,” he states firmly, pressing a searing kiss to her lips. “And you know I’ll remind you of that as many times in as many ways as you need.”
“Paging Doctor Strange to Surgical Ops,” a voice on the speaker interrupts them, followed by a loud buzzing on Stephen’s hip.
Making an annoyed noise, he leans into her briefly to press another kiss to her lips, “We’ll table this for now, but remember what I said alright?”
Climbing to his feet, he offers his hands to her to pull her up to him. “Go be a hero and save a life Doctor Strange,” she smiles and squeezes his hands.
“And you go make sure my patients make it through their recovery like you do?”
“Paging Doctor Strange to Surgical Ops.”
“Sounds urgent, you better go,” she muses as she loads her cart back up and gives him a reassuring smile. “I’ll be fine, I promise.”
“See you tonight then, at mine?” He asks hopefully.
“I’m all yours tonight,” she confirms and swings her cart around him to head toward her next patient. “Now you get to work.”
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“This is wrapped horribly,” Joy states as she looks down at the wrapped wound in disgust. “Did you learn anything in your training?”
“Apologies, but you wrapped that patient last night because you thought I wouldn’t do it properly,” Y/N remarks, pulling a snort from the patient in question and earning a glare from Joy.
“It’s not professional to lie Y/N, take responsibility for your mistakes,” she seethes.
Running the comb through the patient’s wet hair, she bites the inside of her cheek and focuses on her task.
“She’s telling the truth, you wrapped it last night,” the patient finally breaks the silence after a moment. Joy’s pursed lips saying more than either of them have to say.
“After you’ve finished here Y/N, I’d like to speak with you at the nurses station,” she states sharply and walks out of the room.
“Did she seriously not even change it?” Y/N mutters under her breath, forcing a smile as the patient chuckles. “Pretend you didn’t hear that.”
“Bit of a high strung one isn’t she?” he asks as she moves toward the gauze on his arm.
“She’s an absolute delight to work with every day,” Y/N states through gritted teeth and sets to work on cleaning the wound.
Once she finished up with her patient, Y/N sets off toward the nurses station with a feeling of growing dread in her gut.
“There she is, the one involving a patient in our internal disputes,” Joy says with crossed arms. “That was completely and totally unprofessional Y/N.”
“I didn’t involve him, you falsely accused me of something and he corrected you. If you’re going to degrade me in front of a patient, you’re the one involving them in the conversation if they choose to join in.”
“If you could just do one thing right maybe this wouldn’t be an issue time and time again!”
Before Y/N can respond, she catches the sight of a head of dark hair with grey streaks slipping around the corner and she bites her tongue, gaze dropping to the floor.
“Is everything alright over here?” Stephen asks as he steps up to the nurses station, firmly planting himself beside Y/N. “I heard yelling.”
“Doctor Strange!” Joy greets him with an overly enthusiastic tone. “No nothing I can’t handle, just some trouble with one of our CNAs.”
“Oh?” He asks, and Y/N can feel his gaze on her.
“Seriously nothing you need to concern yourself with,” she smiles and slides in closer to him. “How is your day going?”
“No no, enlighten me, I’d like to know. Most of my patients are on this floor,” he states simply.
“Badly wrapping a wound, involving a patient in a dispute between us. And that’s just today,” she explains and clicks her tongue. “This one is a walking disaster.”
“We both told you that you wrapped the wound last,” Y/N insists once again, staring past Joy at the wall behind her as she clenches her fists.
“And now you’re going to bring our lead neurosurgeon into this? Like he doesn’t have better things to do than listen to you lie and bitch?” Joy snaps. “Get out of here and go… clean something or do something else useful. Heaven knows we could use some of that from you.”
Looking back to the ground to avoid Stephen’s gaze, Y/N heads off immediately toward her next task trying to blink away the tears threatening to break through.
As if it wasn’t bad enough she had to put up with the bullshit. Now Stephen’s seeming to become a regular witness of it all too.
Stepping into the nearby storage closet she takes a moment to catch her breath as her thoughts race and she stares at the stack of gauze in front of her.
She still wasn’t even sure how she managed to get Stephen’s attention in the first place. The man was a medical prodigy, and by far the heartthrob of the hospital. Young, brilliant, successful, attractive. It felt like he had everything going on.
Yet he had noticed her, and stopped her one day to pull her aside and insist she give him a chance to take her on a date. And the rest just sort of flowed from there.
She’d been the one to ask that they not tell their coworkers. The higher up places that needed to know knew, but those they interacted with she’d wanted to keep in the dark. She’d told him so things stayed professional. But the dark parts of her mind were worried if everyone knew, it would negatively impact him.
Especially with how Joy and her pack of jerks seemed to constantly be on her ass. The idea that could reflect badly on Stephen’s performance when he’d worked so damn hard and did all the right things to get there… she’d just rather they not know. Even if it meant enduring the inevitable flirting thrown his way.
But she also had hoped to hide that side of work from him. It was humiliating. And a part of her worried maybe the more he saw and heard it, the more he’d agree with them. That one day he’d see the same things they saw, and not waste his time with her anymore.
Taking a deep breath, she stepped back out of the supply closet, glancing around and sighing in relief to not see a certain nurse or neurosurgeon anywhere around.
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Dropping her lunch box on the table in front of her, Y/N slips in her seat and glances up when she feels someone staring at her.
Stephen with his own lunch sits at the table across from her. Sending her a wink he indicates with his head toward the outside door.
Giving him a hesitant smile, she gets back to her feet to head toward him, stopping as a shrill voice interrupts her mid-step.
“I didn’t know you had your lunch now Doctor Strange!” Joy smiles and slides up to him, a hand on his arm.
“Oh, I was about to-” he tries to say before she grabs his bicep and pulls him back into his seat and sits beside him.
“I thought we could have lunch together,” she says sweetly, her fingers moving over the fabric on his arm. “Have you been working out more?”
Standing frozen in place with a bitter taste growing in the back of her throat, Y/N shifts from foot to foot unsure of where to go.
Glancing up from Stephen, Joy fixes her with a forced smile, “You weren’t going to sit here were you dear? Maybe you should go find someone closer to your pay range to sit with.”
“Alright, I’ve had enough,” Stephen huffs angrily, pulling his arm away from her.
“Pardon?”
“I’ve had enough of all the bullshit quite honestly,” he snaps and stands up.
“Stephen it’s alright…” Y/N tries to say but his sharp glare quiets her.
“I’m done with your elitist attitude like you think you’re some hotshot here and better than her because you have a higher position,” he states looking down at Joy who looks at him in shock.
“Excuse me? I think someone’s been lying to you. She,” she indicates at Y/N. “Is useless. I’m constantly going behind her to fix things. She never does anything right.”
“I’ve gone to check on patients immediately after she left and everything has been done properly.”
“A broken clock is right twice a day. But why are you even concerning yourself with the the daily tasks of a CNA Doctor?” She argues unhappily.
“Because I’m pissed off at the fact you think you have the right to harass my girlfriend on the grounds you think you’re better! It’s been going on far too damn long, and frankly it’s ridiculous.” He shouts, several other employees turning to look at the scene.
“I- girlfriend?” Joy asks looking between the two, eyes widening.
Stalking around the table, Stephen wraps an arm around Y/N’s waist and grabs his lunch from the table. Pressing a kiss to her temple he glares at Joy, “So cut the shit or you will be hearing from HR very soon, I’ve seen plenty with my own eyes to make a scathing report. And if you want to play the outranking game, we very much will.”
Joy goes pale at the threat, stammering out an apology before rushing from the cafeteria.
“What… what even just happened?” Y/N whispers as she glances around the room at all the eyes on them.
“Me defending my girlfriend,” he states simply and leads her toward the doors to the courtyard. “I’m sick of her shit, it’s not happening anymore.”
“I- I’m not even sure what to say,” she mutters but leans in closer to him as they walk.
“You don’t have to say anything, I’m doing my job,” he chuckles and places his lunch on one of the outdoor tables and takes a seat. “But seeing as the secret is out anyways…”
Stephen pats his lap and looks up at her hopefully.
Shaking her head with a grin, she laughs loudly and sets her own lunch down before taking a seat on his lap. His arm quickly slips around her waist and his chin rests on her shoulder.
“I’m going to want this from now on I hope you know,” he says as she feeds him a carrot stick.
“To be hand-fed?”
“To recharge,” he mumbles and buries his face against her neck for a moment. “Just holding you for a few minutes gives me more energy than you can imagine.”
“You know you just have to find me, I’m always willing to give you a hug babe.”
“And now that we don’t have to hide anything, I’m going to take advantage of that fact more. Stop by for a hug from you, glare at Joy to remind her she’s on thin fucking ice, then get back to work.”
Picking at her own lunch, she leans back into his chest, “Thank you Stephen.”
“Anything for you,” his free hand drifts up her arm and he presses a kiss to her cheek. “No one, and I mean no one, talks to you that way. You don’t deserve that, no one does. Your job is just as important and valid as anyone else in this building.”
“Perhaps not as important as yours,” she teases and steals a bite of his sandwich before holding it up to his mouth.
“Someone has to take care of the patients after I’m done with them, I might save their lives but if they’re not getting quality care afterwards they’re not going to make it,” he says seriously and takes a bite. “Don’t let some asshole convince you otherwise.”
Slightly turning in his grip, she looks up into his determined eyes that go soft as they glance down at her, “You somehow always know the right thing to say with this kind of thing.”
“A gift,” he chuckles and winks at her.
“You’ve also got food on your face,” she comments and swipes her thumb across his lip to wipe it away.
Before she can pull her hand away, he reaches up to grip her wrist and sucks it off her thumb. “Minimizing food waste,” he teases and leans in closer to her.
“Oh, is that what you’re calling it?”
“Mhm, and I think you might have some on you too. Just let me take care of that for you…” he whispers against her lips and captures them with his own.
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STAY SOFT
DARK!DOCTOR STRANGE x AFAB!READER
warning(s): [ MDNI +18 ] no use of y/n, afab!reader, use of petnames (hon/honey) eventual smut, 18+ dark content, yandere dynamics, minors do not interact.
word count: 2.9k
summary: years have been passing by, years where nothing seemed to be fortunate for Doctor Stephen Strange on his quest for greatness that until one day he realizes the key of happiness was always presented in front of him, you.
CHAPTER ONE.
You were accompanying each other through the corridor, both doctors heading to their interview. The cameras were ready to capture your smiles as you talked about the miraculously successful procedure, with the new technique that the neurosurgeon had co-created in conjunction with you, the recently transferred back doctor on duty, after, saving the life of one of your patients.
"Ready for the interview, hon?" asked the neurosurgeon, visibly excited.
"It depends," you answered with your iced coffee in hand, "what exactly are we talking about?" you questioned, remembering one of many professional conversations where you had been slowly silenced by Stephen's eccentricities.
"Well, we're talking about the patient," he assured you with a relaxed smile, "how I intervened…"
"We intervened," you corrected, mid-sip without even being bothered. From a man like Strange you could expect anything.
"Of course, that's what I meant," he brushed it off, "we're a great team."
You raised an eyebrow with a half smile hiding behind your coffee so, you wouldn't laugh outright in Stephen's face with your bitter sarcasm.
"Oh, really?".
But, sometimes, you just couldn't help it.
"Yeah. I am the best neurosurgeon in the world, you are the best psychiatrist, we complement each other perfectly, don't you think?" he flirted. Again.
Ever since you had met Stephen Strange, you realized that his world revolved around three things: he, himself and him. Since Stephen Strange had met you, his world began to revolve around four things: He, himself, him and you.
"It's true, we know so much about each other," you completed, a subtle sarcastic tone that passed for friendly, drawing a goofy smile from the doctor. "Truth or Dare?" You decided to play around a bit before the interview.
"I love a challenge," Stephen bragged, winking at you playfully. You looked to the front and rolled her eyes before saying the dare.
"I dare you to tell me what my master's degree is," you said, placing yourself in the corner of the sofa by the door as an old habit in your office.
Stephen stopped short, adjusting his cell phone on the coffee table's surface, he really didn't expect that to be the dare, but he knew he wasn't going to win, pretending not to understand was not an option since he wasn't stupid: he could feel your petty aura, who, in a desperate attempt for him to leave you alone, agreed to listen to his cynicism.
"Of course I know, it's…something that starts with 'gers'?" His tone revealed the lack of attention he gave to his partner, the same one that soon narrowed her eyes in an almost accusatory way.
"Amazing that with your eidetic memory, you can't recall a single title easily in casual chat," you accused, taking a last sip from your coffee canister before setting it down on the small table across them.
The office was full of cables and high lights in the background that gave the place an overly saturated aspect, for Stephen it was like rediscovering that his natural habitat could be even more glamorous, cornered by a camera and reporters waiting to write down his every word, as if the truths off the universe came out of his lips, the sensation of having been born for it raised his ego to Olympus.
For you, however, it was as if you had been paid to swallow hot lava so you took another sip of your icy drink, you knew you wasn't tiny compared to anyone, but to talk about your work the way the neurosurgeon does and with the intention in which he pronounced each word of honor, it caused your belly to roll over. You only hoped that Stephen would not believe himself the Hand of God or say something out of place on camera that could later cause his own declive; Although knowing him, he would find his way out to be free of problems in the end.
"I don't give much importance to titles," he chuckled lightly, feigning a humility that on rare occasions he denoted in certain spaces, something that made her correspond with a lopsided smile.
"It's not what you told your assistant yesterday when he called you 'Steve' and not 'doctor,'" you remarked, knowing that he would ignore your title if it represented a risk to his own.
He looked around to check who was listening to the conversation, slightly uncomfortable with the idea of causing a misconception of his usually prefabricated charming and talented persona, adverse to the generally apathic and arrogant self he usually ought to be on his quotidian agenda.
No one was paying them the attention he believed they deserved, although now it was a fortune to their insignificant argument.
"Well, 'Steve' is for family, my assistant is my employee", he lied, he dismissed the topic lowly, whoever heard him would see it was somewhat normal, a simple correction. But you didn't.
You saw that gleam in his eyes, you didn't know what it was or how to call it, yet there it was somehow making you shiver, too detatched to be simple wording, too straight to mean further relevance. He was displeased, you always noticed, at your inconvenient comments related to whatever he did or say — and he did like it too.
Perhaps that's why he was so fond of you and as much as you were an obnoxious partner to work with at times, you were never unwanted for him. Women kneel voluntarily just to have a touch of, at the very least, the hem of his leather belt, batting bambi eyelashes and leaving purposeful red lipstick stains in the collar of his shirts; When somebody says "yes" so many times, one can easily be draw to the person that dares to say no.
"Got it!", you crossed your legs in the small sofa, humming lowly and by the time Stephen's ears peered this sound, you were already on your machiavelic deed, "Steve's ready for the interview and so am I, where's 'hair and make-up' by the way? He kinda needs it".
And everyone laughed. A harmless laugh that Stephen had to mimic while he glared at you with disapproving eyes. Very few things really made him angry: traffic, calls from operators to change phone lines, incompetent people assisting him in the operating room, or being assigned patients with less serious problems than the ones that led him to the interview he was about to give, but his name was the top of the list.
It fragmented his ego, name badges and business cards elegantly decorated with off-white backgrounds, spent thousands of dollars so that his name always appeared in full never misspelled capital letters, now reduced by you to a bland nickname for any average white American man who eats hot dogs at every sunday baseball game in which his son stays on the bench, he was not the avarage man and he knew it — or at least had an idea of it.
He could never dispise you, how to dispise you? He just wished that for once you could see how great of a man he could actually be if you gave him that chance, but any advance you had dismissed with fervour. And now here he was, laughing with you, pretending he liked your jokes and wasn't pissed just to attract you, to appear as a likeable man and maybe, others saw that too.
They probably believed you made the eccentric and artificial Doctor Strange a more humane being in the end, that your friendship gave him the piece of humble cake he needed, a mere mistake. You had the vision of a therapist and, like a detective, could sense all the cowebs of his tricks, the amateur process of a conquest poorly planned.
The interview went on anyhow, some laughs and comments about procedures that seemed to falsely fascinate the interviewer who batted her eyelashes as if she was mopping the air, Stephen using terms and long words he made sure no one would understand to impress the viewers and you, spreading awareness of regular check-ups. Everything was marching good until the interviewer saw something between you two, something she knew would definitely sell the story further.
"It must have been very easy for you to work together," unsuspected for you where the conversation was going, your smile still looked genuine for the crimson mischievous grin who was in front of you "how long have you been working together?" to you it seemed a normal, common co-workers question.
"I guess... Since always?" You shrugged, trying to evoke in your mind since when did you considered working with him a logical idea, and you looked for Stephen's eyes subconsciously.
"I can't really remember" he scratched the back of his head, smoothing out his hair to not ruin his perfect hairstyle and what it appeared to be a sheepish smile slowly formed on his lips, "we met many years ago, though she looks like no day has passed" he complimented you, and you silently nodded in thankfulness.
He gave you a plain smile, he was used to you not complimenting him back, so it didn't felt awkward, he always expected it, thinking of himself of a poor hopeless romantic every time, like a puppy waiting for his owner to pull the leash, it almost seemed to be as if you were hiding something.
The perfect excuse for a reporter hungry for gossip.
"You look like you're very close indeed", she casually threw, "what is your relationship like outside of work?", by this point, you should have started to guess this wasn't going to be concerning to work anymore.
To be honest, you were excited too, as much as you wanted to be skeptical and keep yourself grounded or tell the doctor beside you not to get too comfy at the idea of being a celebrity, you were going to be on T.V; Everyone would know you were part of the creation of a procedure capable of giving anyone the chance to retrieve their motor skills to a level where they could have a normal life again. It consumed you to a degree you didn't fathom until now.
"I think we have a good connection outside work, he's open to share ideas, he adapts to situations and also has a great talent", by the way he was smiling back at you, you could say he was enjoying the praise rain, not often between the two of you on your end specifically, "one of the best on his field".
"If not, the best" he quickly interrupted, a light laugh erupting from his lips. "If you allow me saying," and Stephen would never miss a chance to publicly show you he was your number one fanatic, "she's fantastic to work with, she brings details and perspectives in a very unique way, as much as I would like to admit it, there are things I can't quite grasp without her" he laughed again, more loosely even, charming and attentive to his co-worker's reactions.
"Would you describe it as intimate, then?" It was intentional, the innuendo on her words was clear, and it was just rising.
"Sorry, what?", you scratched your ear gently, your brows narrowed significantly and you hoped you had mistaken the clear double intention behind her words.
"Yes! Your relationship" she promptly casted the mood to put a name to what you had — wrong names.
» "At first glance, one could say you are very close to each other. You compliment yourselves fine" her gaze was serious, she wasn't teasing to spite, she was doing it to sell a love story.
And it didn't place into your mind of how good could it be to have a column on one of those shallow magazines, where they share tips to style their old skinny jeans better or lose weight with five easy steps, on how two professionally accomplished doctors saved the world with their brains and their love.
"Well, if we look like we are close to each other, it's because we are" Stephen, not so oblivious to the route of the conversation, couldn't let himself waste time "I mean, we spend most of our days together" he shrugged, acting as natural as possible.
"Because of work" you ended quickly.
Due to the way the interviewer arched a brow, you could notice she wasn't happy with the way words were being phrased, and she had to dig in more dominantly.
"Sure, but, you know—" she licked her lips.
"Know what?" you didn't exactly spat back, that wasn't how the usual confrontation went with you.
You were always on the rational side of things, the one that decides if it's worth it to continue an argument or not, between blacks and whites you always tried to be the gray.
"Two young attractive people spending so many hours together, and you seem to hold a lot of chemistry" your smile slowly faded into a thin line, that was the moment Stephen knew something was wrong, "how would you describe your relationship?"
Despite his usual playful self, he decided to step on and set the boundaries you always spoke about, because he would never do something to displease you, specially not if you saw so directly what his intentions could be, he had to be smart and play crosswords with his speech.
He gave you a side eye to check on you, you shared a brief glance and that was all he needed to attempt to better things up for you without loosing style.
"We're more of a partnership than anything," he admitted this time with more sincerity as he noticed your displeased reaction, he would never do you mad in a way that could make himself look bad in front of anyone, " I do, and say with the utmost respect, that I consider her an equal in what our fields concern" he really tried to make it better.
"That means you've never blurred those professional lines before?" it was the quizzical brow, the stupid smirk, everything seemed to be set up to make your brains bolt.
You sighed deeply, your right hand rubbing your forehead with your eyes closed, you scratched one of your brows with your thumb and before you could open your mouth, he was answering again.
"If we put it like that", you gave him a side eye, "we have", and now you were fully looking at him with wide eyes trying to decipher what was he up to.
"Let me clarify this to you ma'am" you held your finger up, "Doctor Stephen Strange and I are not involved in any kind of paraprofessional relationship nor will be", you anxiously replied to his words before he screwed up the interview completely.
Now he gave you a dirty look. Your words were respectful, it was your tone though, the disgusted facial expression you did that made him want to ask everyone in the room to leave and spank you.
"Except we're very good friends" he clarified as well, the journalist looked at you both with curiosity, "we studied together, we work together, she knows all my ex-girlfriends, we are friends. If what you want to know is if we ever had sex the answer is no".
You felt your face heat up, embarrassment filling your lungs as you held your breath. You would have loved to say it in a more subtle way, however with Stephen there wasn't any subtlety. You nodded and licked your now dry lips, his tone had been almost severe, determinant enough to put the interviewer and the cameraman uncomfortable to not do more spicy question again.
Your sixth sense warned you of his eyes on you, burning holes in your skin hoping to see through you the same way you did he. And the next times he searched for your eyes between questions as the interview went on, he would look at you tenderly, enamoured even, to purposefully set the seed of doubt on people if the no-sex part was cut from the final material. He wouldn't leave it at that, you wouldn't be the one that got away.
For as long as he had to wait.
author's note: after some months into hiatus, i've decided to put this blog in good use and post some drafts I had. This is planned to be a short series so, if it's well recieved, I'll keep updating parts.
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Every Baby Need A Da-Da-Daddy - S.Strange
(MM inspired)
Neurosurgeon!Stephen Strange x Reader
genre: lemon
warning: fingering, could be ons
word: 1,660
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Golden high beams shimmered in the foreground as you strolled by the poolside.
It's all turquoise and energetic, intriguingly deep and rich as if it's breathing. The vibe is a lavish multitude of lucent grins in their milk and honey auras, dazzling flashes striking their joyous causeries as they clinked their champagne with deep pockets.
You're dolled up elegantly for the event, and he's standing perhaps a few yards away from your. As the reporters approached him, his pupils engorged.
His greenish-blue opaque orbs were glued on you, and he was savoring his luscious pink lips, softly biting down on them. You wander away, flowing among men that were otherwise engrossed and curving to rhythm and blues.
The martini in his hand is doing its best to make him feel better; he aspires to continue pursuing you, throughout this tedious affair.
Your fingers pretty fast become entangled in the glass guardrail. It's frosty and blustery once. The breeze flies through your hair, while for a brief time, you're relieved to be free of the moneyed jagoffs' strangling snare drums and grimaces.
For once, you and the man behind you can take a breather.
"I think I recognize you." He rasps in your ear, his slim fingers resting on the railing next to yours. His accent is hoarse and scratchy as a result of the never-ending interviews. "How long will you keep me chasing you, princess?"
You stare out into the path across the moon, the horizon is as stunning as it has always been. When he calls you the pet names like last time, you blow out a deep chuckle as the city of dreams gleams in its amber glow.
"What is it about me that gives you pleasure?"
"Perhaps the same thing you decided to leave a throng of reporters behind?" You show your teeth to the man next to you.
The neurosurgeon leans in further and crushes himself against you. His lips lightly sink into the back of your neck, and you tremble at the bonding. He buries his nose trickier into your neck and whimpers, his breath as frantic and raspy as ever. "What else could I say? Your presence is beyond thrilling."
He continues to scatter gentle caresses on your exposed shoulder, his nose flaring streams sultrily over your flesh. "Have you heard of natural intuition, baby?" Your rattling sound in the chest pushes every sensation in your bloodstream into overdrive just thinking about it.
He afterward steadily travels upwards, nibbling tenderly on your earlobe. It pushes you to quiver, and he swiftly covers your mouth with his hand and eventually kills you.
"Patient… don't wanna be caught among the snobs now, do we?" He nips your jaw once more before chirping in your ear. "Why don't we go somewhere less dangerous—or riskier? You make the call."
It wasn't long before you responded to his query. His stare was eager, and you were keen to taste the sensation he had promised. And while you sat in his passenger seat, you couldn't tell if it was his seductive hold on your thigh or all the wicked things he couldn't stop muttering about doing to you.
His Huracán sped down the highway, and his words caused excitement to puddle between your thighs. And you were almost fighting the need to scream as he began running delicate arcs with his thumb across your flesh.
"I recognize you prefer it when I become a little aggressive… baby girl." His breathing was ragged, and his eyes were stygian and black, darker than the bowels of the abyss.
You already knew Stephen Strange was an overambitious man, but this was a little far away. He's far superior to any male you've ever met when it comes to lovemaking. You couldn't help but imagine how your night at the neurological society dinner would go. You were among the VIPs. A New York Times bestselling author who had just lately achieved success. And you would never have imagined things to escalate so soon.
But look at how you gotta faint as he calling you 'baby.'
You'd wished the world's top neurosurgeon might whisk you ahead to his famed Flatiron penthouse. No. He made a fast left and entered the freeway leading out of town. "Mr. Strange… that's-," you attempted to ask where he was bringing you, but he stopped you off right away.
"Don't be worried, princess." It was all that escaped his plump lips, a viciously curling smirk.
Strange massaged your inner thigh as his Lambo eventually drew to rest, his lips slightly parted before asking a brief query. "Are you drippin? Oh, fuck baby… I can just smell your thrills from here."
His slender fingers glided over your thighs and slid between them, stopping at your clad core, and you shrieked. He could sense that you were a sopping slop fest there, and the next thing you know, a sharp demand is uttered from his lips.
"Backseat."
Your heels were throbbing from the stilettos you were wearing, and you felt now was the perfect time to take them off, but Stephen stops you real quick. "Don’t. I'd like it if you had those on."
You couldn't help but grin at the slight pout on his lips that lasted for a second or two as if he was nervous you'd take them off. He resembled to be a kid whose favorite toy was being taken away, and you suppressed your smile.
You're in the back seat for a few seconds, then he joins you with ravenous eyes, like he's been fasting all night. As he lingers above you, his tux clings to his skin and a seductive gaze sweeps over his face before a faint whisper departs them. "May I?"
"Y-yes, please." Your speech impediment and he rushes to cup your face and smash his lips to yours. He has a pleasant flavor. So damned flavorful. His tongue brushes over your bottom lip, almost dangerously, as he attempts to go deeper as if he needs to explore every nook and cranny of you. You let him devour you, and the backseat is muffled out by his uncontrollable grunts and your shaky yelps.
Strange leans in closer, pulling your dress aside and fiddling with the fabric to get a better look at your exquisite collar bones. He suckles delicately on your soft skin, leaving a trail of pink behind him. He ascends, nestling into the crook of your neck before exhaling forcefully. "Fuck, baby, you smell so nice, and I'm sure you taste much better."
You were too engrossed in his remarks to notice his fingers sliding past your thighs again, soon finding a foothold at the hem of your pants. The neurosurgeon smirks cockily and tugs them down just enough to catch a delightful sight of your gleaming core, loving the vision with all his might.
"How deliciously wet," he coos, "and all for me, baby girl?" Rubbing delicate circles on your inner thighs once again, his fingers gently move to where you crave them the most. Stephen teases your sensitive nub with his thumb, and you hiss in response.
"Please, Mr. Strange." You cry out. He only giggles at your pleadings. "Getting eager now?" You nod feverishly, and a diabolical grin appears on his face.
"On one condition. Call me that." He withdraws his digits and quickly places them in his mouth, letting out a soft grunt as he feels your essence on his tongue. "Do you chance to know what the word is?"
You quiver beneath his stare as you fight to get the words out. "D-Da."
"Nah, babe." His voice is extremely menacing. It was something you secretly actually enjoyed. "Your sweet petite mouth would look lovely saying it, come on."
"D-Daddy..." You gasp, and your body jolts instinctively when his two long snake fingers into your core suddenly. He waits for a beat before curling them as expertly as he can and placing the pads of his fingers exactly on your g-spot. He then painfully quickens his speed.
"Do you like it, princess?" Strange grabs your lips with his again, his fingers pumping in and out of your sopping cunt. "Do you like it when I fuck you with my finger?"
"Y-yes, d-daddy," you wail against his velvet lips. And he takes your pleas down. "Fuck, baby, make it louder for me. Daddy likes it." His fingers are pushing back and forth incessantly. Stephen sucks a painful hickey on your neck after trailing additional lips down your jawline.
The air is heavy, as is his voice, as he continues to entice you in ways you could only dream of. Your body felt electrified, and your walls tightened as the tightness in your stomach increased.
"Are you going to be like a good girl?" he groans. "Are you going to squirt all over my fingers, Miss Y/L/N?" He keeps going. Not for the world, and you knew you couldn't go on much longer when he addressed you by your given name.
When he circles your clit with his thumb, your body squirms because that's the final thing that might destroy you. You shudder uncontrollably, and your orgasm spreads throughout your abdomen like wildfire.
You writhe against his fingers, letting out a loud groan. "Fuck. Exactly like that baby. That's my good girl." Stephen compliments you as you come all over his fingers, puddles form around your thighs, and your cheeks flush. Heavy pants fill the backseat, and he licks your collarbone more.
As you bask in the warmth of your climax, he removes a napkin from his pocket and wipes you down, smiling the whole time.
He brushes his fingers across your cheek and pulls you in for another delicate kiss. "Will you let me pamper you once I've finished fucking your brains out in my penthouse, baby?" His eyes were filled with hunger, and you knew you couldn't pass up a second chance like this, so you responded-
"Yes, daddy."
p.s. ive got this story idea after a short chat with @bobateadaydreams last night, so here it comes lol. at first, i planned it for was 50s timeline but this one is far better!
p.s. 2 normally, Stephen’s Lamborghini Huracán, has no backseat. it’s just a 2 seater coupe available. so please use your imagination for this story.
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Reflections || Prologue
Pairing : Stephen Strange x Reader
Summery : after the blip Stephen has to face one more enemy; his feelings for you
Warnings : idiots in love, Stephen being in denial about his feelings, blip trauma, fluff that will potentially turn into angst (you know me)
So this is the prologue of this idea based on this ask that instead of a one-shot I decided to make into a series. This part is written from Stephen's point of view.
Stephen Strange had been many things in his life. An excellent example of a student according to his professors, one of the most well acclaimed neurosurgeons the world has ever known,a cocky asshole according to his coworkers, a womanizer according to all of his ex (heartless dick was the term used more often)But what he did not expect to be was a hero.
Stephen Strange was a universal hero, saving not only half of earth's but the universe's population. Now little children drew pictures of him, dressed up like him for halloween, people asked for photos and autographs they even made pages dedicated to him on social media. He was known, loved, admired, recognised by millions and if you excluded the blip his life was a dream. For a man like him who sought perfection in each ascept, in every little detail of his life, it all was a dream, his world was some short of utopia.
And then you came into the picture. You, you, lovely you who just had to turn his world upside down.
Don't get him wrong, he didn't hate you. How could he (that didn't mean he hadn't tried in the past). But how you made him feel was just enough to destroy everything. Well who is he kidding?
The truth was that he hated it. Everything that revolved or had anything to do with you he simply hated it. How his stomach twisted every time he smelled your perfume, that painful feeling of anticipation when he was to see you, how his palms get sweaty when you were around,how he smiled with the mere thought of you, how his heart beated uncontrollable when he talked with you at the point of paining him so much he just wanted to rip it out of his chest.
No, he hated it with all his heart. Utterly and completely. Perfection was about control and the way those feelings struck him was everything against it. There was no control in falling in love, how the heart suddenly got a mind of its own, how it defied logic, how it made him act like a seven year old stuttering and tripping over his words
(but it made you laugh. Humiliating but perhaps worth it)
To his eyes Stephen was nothing great but escpecially when it came to the matters of his heart he was also a coward.
"Good morning" he snapped himself out of his thoughts entering the kitchen where you had already woken up early and made tea.
"Oh hi" you beamed him a smile and he violently bit down his tongue to hold himself from smiling back. "Want some tea?" Stephen hummed, unable to talk, eyeing you quietly up and down however your every careful and precise move as you made him his tea (as always choosing his favorite cup, adding the perfect amount of honey just like he liked it).
You had known him many years (not so many without the blip but still), living with him in the Sanctum his apprentice he liked to call you thought you were practicing the mystic arts a long time before he did. You weren't friends, he wouldn't use that word. You were patient and understanding with him at the first period of his studies but after becoming Sorcerer Supreme for some reasons you still kept your distance.
Only for everything to chance with the blip. After coming back everything was different alongside you too, no matter how much you both tried to cling onto who you used to be. Things had changed because of the desperate need to connect with something somewhat stable he could perhaps call you now a friend.
"Did you sleep well?" He asked
"Yeah, you?"
He knew you were lying. There was a very specific type of uncomfortness clouded over the futures of your face each time you lied, an easy to spot uneasiness he had come to easily recognise after times of observing your beautiful face. He couldn't really blame you though. After five years being blipped he too avoided closing his eyes, afraid he'd be dragged back into that cold darkness.
"Yes" he said, his hands reaching for the cup you held to him, your hands accidentally brushing against each other for a mere moment enough however to memorize that softness of your touch.
"Thank you Y/N" finally he said and only now you met his gaze.
He could say your name a million times, repeat it for an eternity and never get bored of its godly sound.
Every morning it was the same dream, the same nightmare. You in the kitchen making his tea so beautiful, so lovely,warm, so oblivious of the caos you caused inside of him, so close to him you were almost his. Until he said your name and brought himself back to reality. And just like that you felt cold, distant , putting him so far from you in the most cruel way keeping him away. You stood so close to him yet you weren't his, perhaps you'd never be.
His heart once again beated faster than he could catch on while his thoughts tripped over one another, all the things he wanted to tell you, all the things he couldn't say becoming a mess as he starred into your eyes. Before finally saying in a surprisingly calm and steady voice "You know you can wake me up and you can't sleep right?"
"Am I interrupting something?" Suddenly Wong walked in, uncomfortably standing in the middle of the kitchen looking at you two as with his entress you immediately broke eye contact, one of you staring at the floor while the other at the ceiling.
"No. I was just gonna check those books you asked me to" you quickly said, leaving your cup on the counter before hastily walking away from them.
Wong observed as Stephen's eyes drafted on your back followed your figure till you completely got out of the room, like a sad puppy staring at its owner leaving them at home and leaving. He fakely coughed trying to get his friends attention back to him.
"What?"
"You're such an idiot"
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You Made Her Shine (Part Two)
Pairing: Stephen Strange x F!Reader
Word Count: 2,689
Summary: Following the morning events from You Made Her Shine, Stephen takes his dear beloved out to remind her just how important she is to him. Maybe it’s time to take the next step? The next leap of faith.
Warnings: Fluff, you need the tissues again.
A/N: The gif is credited to @thelostsmiles and fits so beautifully for this story. Y/N is wearing a dress based on this image. I feel like i needed to follow up on part one, so i hope you enjoy this!
Stephen decided to get ready in a separate part of the Sanctum, letting Y/n get ready in their bedroom. He knew she wasn't having a good day at all, and he wanted to do something nice for her. He had already put on his pants and dress shirt. He sat in the chair, slipping his feet into the shoes he had picked out. With a wave of his fingers, he was able to lace both of the shoes. He then stood up, and grabbed the tie from the dresser, laying it around his shoulders. The man crossed the room, seeing the armorer with a mirror. He walked towards it, adjusting the length of the tie before coming to a start. He then pulled his hands together, using his magic to tie the tie and popping the collar down. He smirked looking in the mirror, running a hand over his jaw as he ensured his goatee looked nice and clean.
Stephen was looking forward to the night. He called in on a favor with somebody he met years prior. He developed a good friendship with one of his patients who owned a really nice restaurant near Central Park. It was the perfect place to take Y/n, and he knew she would enjoy it. It had been so long since they went out. For him, it had only been mere weeks, but for his girlfriend, it had been around five years. He was still kicking himself for the amount of time it took to save everybody and bring them back, but nothing compared to when the two lovers reunited amidst the rubble and smoke of the battle. The emotions welling in their bodies and the hurt they felt physically were numbed when they embraced. Their magic separately was strong, but when they were together, it almost felt as if they were unstoppable. They were more than just a team, they were a unit. He would follow her to the end of the world, and she willingly did so on Titan.
Stephen pulled himself out of his thoughts as he finished getting ready. He put on the vest that was part of his suit, then his jacket. He opened up the door of the room as he fixed the pocket square in his jacket. As he walked toward the main room of the third floor his ears picked up on the sounds of a piano playing. He knew Wong wasn't around, and there was only one person he knew who could play that beautifully.
His suspicions were correct as he slowed down, coming to another stop before resting his shoulder on a column to his side, his arms were crossed as he watched the woman play the piano. Her hair was down, cascading locks of curled hair flowed down her back, a few pieces pinned at the top. She was beautifully dressed, even from looking at her back. Stephen smiled while listening to her play, something he is able to do from time to time now. Most neurosurgeons were known to play the piano, correlating to their practice. Stephen stopped after his accident, though he picked it back up within recent years.
The woman felt his presence before hearing his footsteps. She played the piano until she had completed the piece she had been playing. It was a song she had heard and listened to when Stephen was gone. It was a sad song that was written more recently, talking about finding the person remembering a past love in a new loves eyes. She remained loyal to Stephen when he was gone, though everybody had been sure nothing could be changed to bring them all back. She never believed him, and now look at her. Dressing up and going out on a date with her man.
Stephen straightened up from his resting position, and walked over to the piano bench, holding a hand out to her. "That was beautiful."
She reached her hand up, sliding down the bench before standing up, facing him. He looked remarkably handsome in his three-piece suit. Her jaw dropped slightly, trying to keep her current composure. He melted her from the inside out, not only was he incredibly handsome, but he was incredibly gifted with intelligence and sarcasm. "My, my. Look at how incredible you look." She looked at him from head to toe, then back up into his eyes.
He watched her as he stood up, watching as she adjusted the fabric of her dress. How it fit her curves beautifully, how amazing she looked in it. He was speechless as he looked her over. His eyes were trained to look at all the little details when he began his training as a physician. He never looked at her so observantly before, finding every detail of her more and more beautiful.
She grew concerned as he looked down at her and the absence of his response. "I can go change. I'm sorry. I thought this-"
"No!" He didn't mean to say it so fast. "No, no. It's perfect." He responded, still holding her hand in his, filling their hands over for his thumb could run over her knuckles. He watched as she blushed, looking away from him as a smile spread across her face. The rose-gold colored silk looked beautiful on her, the way the fabric was tight but flowed with her as she moved. Everything about her was beautiful. "I've never seen you wear this before."
She looked back at him, feeling like a little girl talking to her crush at recess. He had such an effect on her after all these years. Her free hand reached up to the neckline of the dress, playing with the draping. "Oh, yeah. I picked up a few odd jobs during the blip years. Helping out where I could, making some cash for food and things. I got this on sale, and when I saw it I thought it would make a great date night dress."
Stephen smirked before taking her other hand in his, then twirling her around once. "Glad to see it's being put to good use." He then let go of her hands, grabbing his sling ring from his pocket. "Shall we?" He asked her, making sure the ring was secured.
She nodded, ready to spend some quality time with Stephen. He was distracting her from the events that happened earlier, and she appreciated it. She knew she would have to work her feelings out one day, but she could not be bothered to do it today. She needed the distraction that he was so willingly putting together.
Stephen summoned a portal, taking a hold of her hand again in his as the two walked through the portal. They left their home in the Sanctum and arrived on a sidewalk. They were at a crossroad, one side of the road leading through the city, on the other was Central Park. She looked up to see the sign on the building, then to the people lined up outside the restaurant. Stephen led her to the stairs, letting her walk up before him. He was still a gentleman, and she needed to be reminded about what a gentleman actually looked like.
Once the couple reached the top of the short set of stairs, Stephen walked up to the hostess station. "Hello, I have reservations. Two for Strange."
The woman at the station looked through her tablet, quickly spotting the name. "Welcome, Dr. Strange. Please follow me this way."
Stephen held his arm out towards Y/n, the woman graciously taking his arm in hers. "Dr. Strange? He sounds like an important man." She commented looking up at her date.
He brought his free hand up, cupping her hand that was tucked in his arm. "What can I say? My reputation isn't completely ruined." He lead Y/n through the restaurant, walking up a set of stairs (once again letting her in front of him as the climbed up). The hostess had led the couple to a table on the rooftop. They were alone, and it was set up beautifully. Lights and candles were everywhere, and a table covered in a white table cloth was set up for them. Flowers were everywhere covering the terrace. She covered her mouth with both of her hands, looking at the setup. Stephen had watched her the whole time, watching as she soaked in all the small details. He went out of his way for her, time and time again.
She wanted to cry again, but she didn't want to ruin her make-up. "Oh, Stephen. I don't deserve any of this." She whispered before meeting his gaze again.
He shook his head before approaching her again, the tip of his thumb brushing away the tear that threatened to fall down her face. "What? What do you mean?" He asked her after the hostess left them, resuming her duties.
She smiled again, though sheepishly this time, at his touch. "Stephen, it's so beautiful. I'm just... me."
Stephen shook his head, pulling her closer to him. "Well, Just Me. I think you deserve more than just this." He pressed a kiss to her forehead, then looked down at her again.
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The two were sitting down, enjoying the time they were spending with each other. Stephen's arm was extended out over the table as Y/n had placed her hand in his, the two of them every now and then stroking each other's palms and knuckles. He had been planning on a better date night in the future for them, one in which it didn't start out so sad and dark. To see her smiling again and full of life made him feel better.
"Stephen? Everything okay?" She asked him, watching him as he was lost in time.
He gave her a nod, his lips thinning out. "Yeah, I was just thinking." He replied, giving her hand another gentle squeeze.
She pursed her lips, wondering what he was thinking about. "What is on your mind?" She asked him, as he was relaxed in his chair. The hustle and bustle of the city below them could never drown out his voice.
"Of all the things we have been through together, you still manage to wake up and decide to stay at my side." It wasn't that he didn't anybody to need him, or for him to need somebody. He had just been scared of losing another person close to him. He couldn't lose anybody else.
She sighed, standing up and walking over to his chair, now stretching her other hand out to him. "I couldn't think of a better person to have at my side." He looked at her confused as she approached him. "Dance with me." She breathed out.
He took a moment before grabbing her other hand, standing up before she pulled him away from the table. The two of them laughed before taking each other into their holds. Stephen had one hand on her hip and took her other hand in his. Y/n wrapped one hand behind his shoulder while her other intertwined with his. He led them in a small waltz around the terrace, surprising his date. "Since when did you learn how to dance?"
Stephen spun them in a circle, then dipped Y/n back. "I took some classes when I was younger." He winked at her before pulling her up again.
She laughed a little more as he continued to lead them in the waltz, his steps echoing the music that played. It was nice, calming, and everything that Y/n needed.
Stephen slowed down, bringing the two to a stop as the song ended. He still held her in his form, looking her face over again. Maybe this was the right time after all. "Y/n, I want you to know how much you mean to me." Her face faltered a little as he stopped him, watching as his nose scrunched up a little in his bridge. Her face softened as her lips slightly parted. "I've known you for the time I've been Stephen Strange. I met you when I thought my life was over. You never treated me like the others did. You never took pity on me for my accident. You treated me no differently at Kamar-Taj. You treated me the same even after becoming the Sorcerer Supreme." He took in a deep breath, slowly dropping their combined hands.
"You were the first person I wanted to see when we came back. Though that didn't happen, We still found each other, and still, nothing changed between us. I've grown to love you more and more each day that passes. I can feel not only our souls bond as each day passes but our magic too. I don't think I can go a day in this life without you, at my side or on my mind."
She let go of the breath that was caught in her chest. "St-Stephen?"
Stephen let go of her, quickly twirling his hand and wrist as he sunk to the ground, kneeling before her. "When I look into your ours, I can see glimpses of our future together. What a beautiful future it could be too." He added, feeling a tear fall down his cheek. He opened the box, revealing a ring. "Y/F/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?" He never felt more nervous or sick in his life. He was waiting to propose to her, but he couldn't bring himself to delay his question any longer for either of them. He had to know, he wanted her to be more than just by his side. he wanted her to be more than just somebody he shared a bed with. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, bonded to her.
The woman's free hand reached up to cover her mouth again, bending her knees slightly as she felt emotions flood her mind and body. He was the one person she had fixated on during the blip years, wanting to pull him back because the world needed him. She had no idea that to him, she was his world. A few tears slipped out, cascading down her cheeks as she looked her lover in his eyes. He never wavered as he looked up at her, anticipating her response.
She nodded, removing her hands. "Yes. Yes!" At first, she was silent and fearing he didn't hear her, she repeated herself a little louder. She watched as he removed the ring from the box, then placed it on her left ring finger. He stood up, the both of them wrapping their arms around each other. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, Stephen leaned back a little as Y/n feet left the floor. He spun her around once before lowering her back down to the ground. The kiss was broken so the both of them could catch their breath.
His hands reached up to cup her face, one of her hands on his chest and the other on his face. She could never believe that in a million years a man like him would want to marry her. She could never believe he would want her at his side. To give her his last name, was such an honor. They both stared at each other, laughing here and there and placing kisses on each other slips and faces as they soaked up their moment. She was going to be Mrs. Strange, a title she would hold above her Master title.
He was going to be able to introduce her as his wife, the greatest accomplishment in his life. Stephen never dared to look into the future when it came to them. He only used the time stone when lives were at stake. He believed in himself that he had a future with her, and he could see it in his mind.
"So," she broke the silence. "What are the rules about getting married within Visanti?"
Stephen pursed his lips, arching his brow. "I'm not quite sure. Looks like we have some studying to do."
"As long as you're by my side."
Stephen nodded. 'I'm not letting you go."
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How the Avengers Would React…
To You Hiding an Injury, No Matter How Small
838 Stephen Strange x Reader
Sorry if he’s a bit awkward. I’m trying to get into the swing of writing the different Stranges.
. . .
"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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One (Last) Time /R18
Title: One (Last) Time / R18
Pairing(s): Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 3.7k
Playlist: ♫ Taeyeon - INVU / ♫ Taeyeon - Wine
Tags / Warnings(?): established relationship, smut (i tried), angst, language, doctor!reader, mentions of trauma/accident, no beta we die like men.
In one universe out of a vast infinite multiverse, an accident led Stephen Strange to lose his hands, leading up to his destiny.
In this, you take his place....and he would do anything to save you, in any given universe.
***by proceeding to read, you agree you are aware of the warnings / tags.
(Metro General Hospital, 2012)
Even with the current alien-invasion happening, Stephen Strange’s ability to work under such immense pressure, the machine-like efficiency, assessing the trauma site with so little to go on.
All hands on deck - everyone is rushing, working like well-oiled gears in a clock, making sure every patient deserves the proper medical attention in the ER.
“You! Rookie! I need you to assist. All my senior residents have their hands full.”
“Yeah - b-but. I'm just a second-year resident, Anaesthesology. Maybe Dr. Houghlin-”
“Then you know enough about human anatomy. Get scrubbed in Rookie...” You almost winced at his lackadaisical demeanour.
“I have a name you know.” You knit your brows together, annoyed.
“I don’t care. I’ll remember your name once you’ve earned it.” He charges ahead and you steer the gurney into the O.R, Dr. West being his second.
Soon you were scrubbed in, standing over the operating table. You're breathing loud and frantic behind the surgical mask. You looked down at your gloved hands - wondering if this is a half fevered dream and you’d wake up in your apartment from this hellish nightmare.
Dr. Strange makes a long abdominal incision.
“Clamp.”
You quickly handed the surgical clamp over into his hands.
The neurosurgeon opens the abdomen of the patient… That’s… That’s a lot of blood.
“Rookie! Suction.” His attention and laser focus never left the operating table.
“Yep.” You swallowed back a nervous lump in your throat before steeling yourself and aimed the suction pump into the patient’s open cavity, cleaning up the site so that Dr. Strange could have a better look at the trauma and the extent of the damage done.
“Dr. West.”
“A lot of damage to the spleen and kidneys.”
“Let’s get to work then.” Dr. Strange works like clockwork as he cauterises and sutures, working quickly, skillfully under pressure as they race against time to save this patient.
A sudden spray of fluid starts spurting out from the cavity.
“His appendix burst. Dammit, Dr. West, I can’t get to it right now.” Dr. Strange’s alarmed tone sends you into a mild panic, you could feel your heart drumming louder in your ears.
“Jesus - you want me to give up his kidneys?”
“Okay… Rookie, you gotta remove the appendix.”
“You want me to do what?!”
“Calm down, I’ll talk you through it.” Through his surgical mask and scrubs the two of you lock eyes for the barest of moments before he nods slowly to you. “Make an incision, a third from the anterior superior iliac spine to the umbilicus.”
Taking a deep breath before steadying the scalpel in your hand, cutting through muscles and living tissues.
Dr. West catches a glimpse at just how steady your hands were, some of his surgical interns can’t even administer a damn I.V needle to the right vein.
“Now locate the appendix.” Dr. Strange’s quiet tone encourages you on.
“Yep! Found it!” Your gloved hands wrap gently around the appendix.
“Find the opening, then seal it from the intestine.” The surgical nurse hands you a staple tool, you aligned it in place before pulling the trigger.
As notorious as Dr. Strange’s reputation was - he was surprisingly gentle as he guided you through it.
The staple tool snaps with a loud resounding click. Dr. Strange glances up at you, a look of approval sets in his eyes.
Dr. West breathes a short sigh of relief. “Good work, that should buy us a few minutes.”
“I’m nearly done here, I need you to train the light right…here.” Dr. Strange your hand to where he wants the light at.
“Good, now keep this area suctioned while I repair this valve, stay with me alright, we’re nearly done here a’rite?”
Dr. West raised an eyebrow over the unmistakable tone of affection as Dr. Strange works in tandem with you stepping up as his assist.
The hours seem to crawl by and you occasionally step back to keep the blood going into the IV bags.
“Irrigation…” You poured water into the cavity, looking for any bubbles or hidden damage.
“Aandd, that’s done.” Dr. Strange made a sharp turn to his head - you heard a faint popping sound from his neck.
Splashing some water on your face after the harrowing experience of witnessing the best Neurosurgeon in the country at work.
“Guess I’ll have to remember your name now, Rookie. You’re working with the big leagues now.” Taking long confident strides next to you as he scrubs out of his gown and gloves.
He then remarked casually, “Like the adrenaline rush? It’s not too late to change your specialist.”
Like you were going to spend another eight more years for a surgical residency.
“Oh, you talkin’ to the Rookie now?” You took a paper towel, wiping your hands dry.
That’s a resounding no then.
“Worth a shot. When does your shift end?” Amused that you were determined to avoid his gaze. You were actually pretty easy on the eyes. Albeit on the youthful looking side.
Sparing a glance at the clock mounted on the wall, you sighed, “About an hour ago.”
“Good, I’ll take you to dinner.”
“-and I thought we were having a very romantic time in the OR already Dr. Strange.” You gave him a side-eye.
“You have a funny idea of romantic.”
“And that was heavy eye-contact, in the OR Dr. Strange.”
“It’s Stephen, by the way. If we’re gonna flirt, might as well be using our names for it.” Stephen laughs, the sound rich and warm in the cold hospital vicinity.
You regarded him for a while longer before pushing your tongue against the inside of your cheek. Licking your lips without thinking, and he smiles as if already knowing your answer all along.
“Hard pass, I’ll say your name when you earn it, Dr. Strange.” Offering him a lopsided grin, you gave a few patronising pats on his forearm, barely a tap actually - with how light a pressure you actually gave.
“I’ll hold you onto that.”
“Don’t bother.” You retorted coldly, shoving your hands in the pockets of your short hospital coat.
Oh, he knew he liked you for a reason.
(Metro General Hospital, 2016)
Dr. Strange unwinds the bandages. You held up your hand, the uncontrollable shake caused by the extensive irreversible damage done to your nerves. The faint white lines, some darker than others littered all over your hands. The golden hours of nerve recovery went by while you were in the car. They had prioritised saving your life over your hands.
Dr. Palmer undoes the bandages on your left hand simultaneously, passing the used dressing to the nurse standing close.
Slowly turning your hand around, the excruciating struggle to perform the most basic fine motor function in your fingers. Clenching your hand felt like a monumental impossible task as it shakes uncontrollably.
It was like the ligaments, muscles, bones, tissues, weren’t even yours anymore. A part of your body that you can't move.
An audible gasp fell on your lips as the horror overwhelmed you, sharply tearing your gaze away from the butchery that had been done to your hands. You couldn’t stand or bear looking at it any longer.
Stephen joins you on the bed in whatever space that was left with his arms encircling you. He exhales slowly, willing you to breathe in the same rhythm as he did.
“Severe nerve damage in both hands…” He lowered his gaze for a moment, when he lifted his head again, his eyes looked suspiciously shiny.
Stephen decides against telling you that when your blood pressure plummeted during surgery leading to heart failure, the team scrambled to bring you back.
For the first time in his career as a surgeon, the scalpel in his hand shakes with the knowledge that he could lose you.
Not as a patient.
As something that he feared to admit to himself.
For you to mean as much as you do to him and for him to have still failed you in the end. How was he supposed to live with himself with that mistake?
“I lead your surgery… no one could have done better.” You look at Stephen. His cold and expression masked in stone. But you could see the dozen emotions clouding over his gaze as the doctors in your private ward assess your reaction to the recovery.
“How long?” Your shoulders slump as the fight leaves you.
Stephen lets his hands brush against your damaged ones, thumbing over your knuckles, lingering there for a singular brief moment, leaning close against your temple where you feel his voice tickle against the side of your face.
“Baby, you gotta give your body time. Those tissues are still healing.”
“So speed it up.” The cold detached tone you gave echoes in the coldness.
Dr. Palmer interjects - alarm bells ringing as any doctor would when a patient tries to refuse. “Going through another invasive procedure before complete recovery risks further long-term damage to the nerves, you know that.”
“So how long!?” Your voice cracks louder as your shoulders start to shake with your restraint to control the grief that threatens to wreck your lungs and chest.
“Best case I’ve read was months, but the damage wasn’t as severe as yours with most cases taking years to some varying degree of recovery; limited to basic motor function.”
“So I can’t … I can’t safely administer a needle without shaking…”
“It’s not over. There’s more to life that can give meaning than just this - you can’t just give up-” Dr. Palmer smacks her lips together, she touches your elbow, willing you to look at her. The sincerity in her green hues nearly knocks the air right out of your lungs.
“Dr. Palmer - Could you give us a moment?” For a brief moment Dr. Strange presses his mouth against the top of your head.
Christine presses her lips into a thin line. “Of course - just, page me if you need anything okay?” She rests a comforting hand on your shoulder before excusing herself out of your ward.
A shaky breath escapes you until your face crumples, until finally agony hazes over your features, muffling your quiet broken sobs into his shoulder. Even when the devastation preens and tethers around the edges of your sanity you know that the chances of complete recovery was a million to one.
“I’ll find a way to save you. I’ll fix this.”
(New York City, late 2016)
These days he spent most of his free time reading up case files, medical journals, any clinical trials that could help you get your hands back, consulting with the diagnostics team about any new treatments for cases like yours.
Stephen did suggest to Dr. Weiss, with a new bypass procedure to speed up the healing process. With the risk assessment done after that - the possibility that it could lead to permanent damage to your nerves.
Flicking the screen interface to the next pages, he read on the patient’s digitised case file he had on hand.
After the argument he had with your physiotherapist; the insufferable bachelor's degree graduate actually sent him over the patient’s files from the archives.
Johnathan Pangborn, C7; C8; spinal cord injury; complete.
Driving down to where the patient stayed was easy.
“I have someone that I need to save - please… I’d do anything.”
From either sheer desperation or seeing the doctor this humbled from life’s tragedy, he actually shared with him of what he’d been through.
While there were cases of miracles reported of patients healing overnight but an injury this severe? But to have actually seen the man play ball like it was nothing?
Kathmandu, Nepal. For fuck’s sakes. Was he to subject you to a cult. What’s next. Shambala?
Tossing the tablet carelessly to the side table of the sofa, he squeezes his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Whiskey glass tumbler in one hand, he swallows the content in one single swig.
Another hand combs through your hair, absentmindedly staring as the strands cascade over his fingers like liquid silk. Lying down on the sofa with your head on his lap, a rare quiet moment of peace that he has with you.
You watched on with rapt interest, some hospital drama that streamed on tv. Apparently the hero was a neurosurgeon - he had an idea what got you started on it in the first place.
“I’m better looking than him right, tell me honestly.”
“You don’t need me to say it for you to know it's true.” Your warm laughter fills the room before you turned on your back to look at him.
“Say it anyway.” His voice was low and gravely, and for some reason your heart beats faster.
“You’re a hopeless romantic deep down, arrogant, loving, patient, determined and yes you’re very handsome.”
“Unnecessary on the arrogant part. But I'll take it.” He gave a tight-lipped grimace.
“I think it gives you character.” Grinning, you draw your hand down the side of his face, your expression falling when the involuntary quivering from your hand made you realise that even the simplest gesture of affection took insurmountable effort.
Covering your hand with his own, he turns his face so that he could place a warm kiss against your hand. “And you’re beautiful and all kinds of stubborn.”
He cups your face in his hands and kisses you forcefully, half playful, half annoyed that you had managed to get under his skin more often than he allows himself to.
Stephen bends to kiss you, his hunger and desire against your own. Mouth never leaving yours, he guides you to lie on your back. He straddles your waist, and you strain upward to kiss him fiercely. He returns your ardor matched with his own, pressing you back to the plushness the sofa provided.
He pulls your clothes off, carelessly throwing them somewhere over his shoulder then removes his own shirt and pants. Wrapping his arms around you, pulling you flush against him. His lips delve between your breasts, trailing a blaze of kisses along your shoulders.
You let out a startled gasp as his hand slides beneath the fabric of your panties. You try to grind against him, but he holds back, teasing you with light touches until you are writhing desperately below him. His face lights with laughter and desire.
He drops his head against your shoulder as he braces over you, gaze full of want. He holds your arms captive, pinning them above your head as he claims your mouth, kissing the breath from you, before his body claims the rest of you. He presses against every inch of you, powerful and dominating, leaving you no choice but to give in to his insatiable demands. He drives into you and you feel the pleasure of his skin against yours, the warmth of your own body as it welcomes him.
Utterly spent of what had transpired, he grazes his thumb softly across your knuckles.
Outside, the wind rises to a sudden fierce howl. Even with the heat blasting in the room, he can feel its icy chill through the window. Stephen turns to the window, contemplative.
The next words leave him; knowing full well that it’ll never reach your ears as you lie in his arms sleeping contently. He brings your hand to his lips, warm puffs of air blowing comfortingly to your skin while you sleep, blissfully unaware of what was occurring.
“Your heart stopped beating when your blood pressure plummeted during surgery. Then your heart rate fell while you were in an induced coma. You nearly died twice right in front of me.”
He … can't- lose you. He refuse to live in a world without you.
(Kathmandu, 2017)
Anger swells inside you a myriad of questions and yet with no clue or hope to have any of it answered. A spark ignited - a new flame blazed brighter in your eyes than ever, you grabbed the most nondescript weapon on the table, wrapping the fabric over the wrist of your dominant hand, leaving a few more inches loose.
You grit your teeth, before throwing another jab over to his side, you were projecting so much that it was painfully predictable, he grabs you by your elbow, pushing you off balance, leading you to stagger backward in shame at having your offence thwarted so effortlessly.
“You said you could fix me!” Before he could move his arm, you parried his blow with your elbow, alternate hand taking advantage of the fabric to twist his forearm and wrist using the momentum to follow through the move set, rendering him off-balance onto the ground.
Without missing a beat, you turned on your heels, intent on getting the hell away from him, to seek solitude - usually in the library; Master’s only section.
Sinking your teeth into the apple before biting a sizable chunk off, you flipped the pages, poring through the lines and paragraphs, you found your latest read, The Book of Cagliostro; The Study of Time.
You wondered…
You spared a glance at the relic, stored in the back secluded area of the library, then back to your trembling hands.
“I wouldn’t do that.” Coming around behind you, he gave your arms a gentle squeeze before leaning down to place a kiss squarely to your mouth, taking a seat right beside yours.
“But isn’t it how you defeated Kaecilius?” While you were busy defending the London Sanctum, Stephen had the burden of protecting the New York sanctum and the impending doom that was brought upon the Hong Kong sanctum.
“It is not without consequences.” Smiling softly he turns his gaze from the chains on the book to look into your own.
“You break the rules you’re a hero; I break it, I’m condemned?” You frowned, closing the book with a loud resounding thud, your disdain evident as Stephen listens quietly, his attention never leaving you.
“I don’t make the rules.” He retorted flatly.
“Does that include the rule of marrying your colleague?” You raised your left hand, the simple gold band wraps snug on your ring finger.
“You know you’re always the exception.” He’ll scourge the multiverse if he has to. If it provided him the means to save your life.
A small knowing smile graced your features. “Then I better stick around then. God knows you’ll probably break the multiverse or something if I’m not around.”
“See, I knew I had a good reason to marry you, keeping the world from being destroyed by myself.”
“I'm sorry - did you just marry me so that I could babysit you!?” You look absolutely horrified by the notion.
“Amongst… other things…” He grinned, following you close on your heels when you angrily picked up the book to return it, securing the chains back around the book. “Shall I show you why I married you?”
“Is it not because of my ridiculously good looks and killer charm?” You smirked playfully, wetting your lips with the glide of your tongue along it.
“You and I need to have a little talk about you having some sense of humility.” Stephen gave a mock frown, leaning towards you and kissing you deeply, drawing a few curious glances in the library.
Smiling against your lips, close enough to feel his breath against your skin, his voice thick with the restraint and inner conflict of holding himself back and just taking you there and then, decorum be damned.
With your small mewls spurring him on as he begins kissing every exposed inch of you starting with your cheek, then following his trail lower to your neck, pushing your robes to hang loosely over your shoulder to your collarbone.
Teeth nipping at your neck, making your breath hitch, biting down harder not enough to break the skin but just enough that delicious pain that bordered on fueling your need course through you.
Digging your fingernails into the robes on his back as you encouraged his ministrations, he gives you a wolfish grin, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.
“Tell me what you want…” His voice a drowsy purr in your ears and you suck in a breath when his teeth nips on your earlobe.
“You know what I want…”
“Say it anyways…” His mouth moves over yours again, the slow insistence of his tongue drawing yours out, the warmth that builds to a burn racing through you from his touch.
The singular resounding truth that he finds in this universe out of the millions he had seen through the time stone.
You would risk the universe in order to save him.
While he would tear the fabric of reality apart to do the same for you…
(Spring, 2018)
“Our timelines have always had the least devastating effects. A shame you only existed in ten out of the billion others with me.”
“Then I will choose all ten lifetimes I have with you… and love you like I always have.”
He pulls you close, despite the ongoing chaos, for you to focus on him, to remain conscious.
One hand clutching your bleeding side, while Tony Stark’s nanotech spray stemmed the bleeding quickly, you held the sling ring in your other hand tightly.
With his arms around you, he kisses the top of your head before resting atop yours. He lets himself savour in the quiet moment of your warm embrace.
“Why…” your words came in short breaths, the grit in your teeth bore from frustration, defeat and confusion “Why did you give him the stone?”
“I had no choice. We’re in the endgame now.”
… This is the one timeline he shares with you that followed extremely close to the maximum origin point.
Your role would be pivotal in aiding the Avengers to bring back half the world, five years from now - fraught with loss, grief and newfound hope.
But he will be right there beside you when he returns from the snap for the final fight for the world against the Mad Titan.
For what is love. If not sacrifice, grief and hope.
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Iced Coffee - Dark!Stephen Strange x Reader.
Summary:
You met Stephen Strange your last year of medical school. He was godlike and you were infatuated. You liked him and in return he humiliated you. Years later you were over it; made a career for yourself.
He saw you again, remembered you, wanted you. He was going to show you that he had changed, win you over. You would be his and he would protect you forever, he just had to prove himself.
Series Warnings:
18+ adult content, Dark, Rape/noncon, obsessive behavior, stalking, doctor/medical themes, mild/moderate doctor kink, needles (chapter one, not sex related), violence, abuse, kidnapping, forced marriage, smut, escape attempt, dirty talk (my best attempt at least).
Potential warnings, a non-exhaustive list: Oral, praise kink, mild degradation (Will not include whore or slut)
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CHAPTER 1
Stephen was the most brilliant man you had ever met. School was a joke to him, he easily outperformed everyone no matter the subject. He was confident, lived his life with this air of superiority, and you were obsessed. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him, sat next to him in class, helped him when he asked. He was nice to you too, he was an asshole almost all the time but when he talked to you it was gentle, respectful.
It was October third when it happened, the date would forever be burned in your memory. He turned to you and asked you the date.
“It’s october third,” you smiled.
He thanked you and touched his hand to your arm and you felt a spark, you were sure he felt it too.
But he didn’t feel it, you were so very wrong.
You found out just how wrong you were that evening in the worst possible way. It was so unexpected, so hurtful. You walked into the small coffee shop you and your friends frequented and saw them all in the corner, socializing. A stab of pain struck you in the chest; nobody invited you. Maybe you should have backed away, recognized you weren’t wanted but you heard your name. You thought they had seen you, called you over.
They hadn’t seen you though, weren’t talking to you.
They were talking about you.
“Poor thing, thinks she has a chance with me,” you heard Stephen laugh.
You walked behind him, tears welling in your eyes and someone nudged him awkwardly. He looked up and made eye contact with you. A tear fell down your face as you backed away from the group. It was like a nightmare, like looking down and seeing you were naked, but this wasn’t a dream. It was horrifyingly real.
“Pathetic,” you heard him say to the laughing group of people you called friends.
It broke you.
You spent the remainder of your time in school avoiding him and every friend who had been there. You poured yourself into your studies and came out of it stronger than before, like a phoenix being reborn - You were brand new, beautiful, powerful.
You became a doctor and scientist and a damned good one at that. But Stephen was always better. Every conference, every medical magazine, he was there; always at the top. You could never escape him.
Until his accident.
He was suddenly gone, you couldn't believe it. Dr. Stephen Strange, the most accomplished neurosurgeon, lost his hands. The shock wiped through the medical community, a travesty they said. It wasn’t a travesty to you though, It was almost uncomfortable how happy you were at his downfall. It felt so freeing to see the great and mighty Doctor Strange fall so far, for your bully to lose the thing that was most precious to them. He became irrelevant, dropped from magazines and conferences and disappeared without a trace. You were truly content for the first time in your life. You were free.
Stephen flexed his fingers and smiled. It was a long road to recovery but he did it, he was a neurosurgeon again and even better now. He was godlike, able to perform surgeries that he could only dream of before. He wasn’t just going to get his life back, he would flourish, go above and beyond his already impressive list of accomplishments, he would dominate.
He walked into the conference full of confidence, an arrogant smile plastered on his face. The gasps and stares made him stand even straighter, walk with even more purpose. He always loved being the center of attention, it made him feel superior.
It was his addiction, to be special, better than everyone around him. The craving for greatness was a consequence of his birthright. He needed to be better because he was better. His brain was like a radiant flame, he shined brighter than everyone around him and he knew it.
“Stephen, good to see you,” a group of colleagues surrounded him, patting him on the back. He felt at home, this was where he belonged.
The auditorium started filling and he followed the group in, sitting in the back and opening his pamphlet. It wasn’t usually his type of lecture to listen to but he had time to kill before his next panel. The speaker, a specialist in infectious disease, worked at New York Hospital where he would start back on Monday. He closed his pamphlet and waited patiently for the presentation to start.
She walked onto the stage and his body tensed as he watched her prepare for her speech. Stephen’s brain was on fire, the attraction to this stranger like nothing he had ever felt. His thoughts turned less than appropriate as he stared at her ass. He saw no panty lines and couldn’t help but imagine what did or did not lie beneath the skirt's thin fabric. She wasn’t a conventionally attractive woman but that made her even more beautiful in his mind. She was perfect for him, a mix of everything he was physically attracted to in one person. Women had thrown themselves at him but he didn’t want any of them, he wanted her.
Then she started speaking and a new wave of attraction washed through him as her intelligence became apparent. Who was this woman? He rarely felt attraction like this, attraction that consumed onto his whole being. He needed to get to know her, needed to touch her, smell her hair, hold her hand. He was obsessed.
He didn’t even realize her presentation had ended until everyone started applauding. Stephen stood and clapped along. He watched her exit the stage and as he walked closer her face suddenly flashed into his memory. He knew her years ago in med school. She liked him, she followed him around like a puppy.
Excitement built as he approached her, but she gave him one look and her face fell into a grimace.
“Stephen Strange,” He held his hand out.
Her reply was cold, “We went to school together,” she spit, ignoring his outstretched hand.
“Yes, we did, didn’t we. I’m very interested in what you’re working on. Maybe we could get together, have dinner?”
“No,” she turned and walked away from him.
“Hey,” He yelled at her, but she kept walking, giving no acknowledgement of his obvious frustration.
It didn’t take him long to catch up, he reached out and grabbed her shoulder pulling her around to face him.
“What is this hostility about?” He asked.
Her body went rigid and she wrenched her shoulder out of his hand, “Poor thing, thinks she has a chance with me,” She said through gritted teeth.
He remembered in that moment what had happened, how he used her for short lived friendships.
“I’m not that person anymore, I’m sorry, let me show you,” be begged.
“You called me pathetic,” She snarled.
“It was so long ago, please.”
She stood up tall and leaned into him. “Pathetic,” she called him before walking away again.
He stood there dazed, never having been discarded so callously. He couldn't leave it like this, he would show her he had changed and she would forgive him. He was determined. He was the great Doctor Strange and he could do anything.
A sob took over your body as you read the little piece of paper. It was over, no more money for research. The conference was your last hope to find funding and you didn’t succeed. You looked at a little blue vial and picked it up. It was a bad idea, you knew it was, but this medicine could help so many people. If you didn’t try it right then you may have never known if it worked or not. You removed your jacket, swabbed your arm and filled a syringe. A tear fell down your cheek as you depressed the plunger.
It immediately started burning, beginning in your arm and flowing throughout your veins until you were screaming in pain. The room spun around and your vision started to blur. You stood and took a few shaky steps before falling to the ground and curling into a ball. Quiet whimpers escaped your lips as you struggled not to pass out from the pain.
A knock rang through your ears and you lifted your head slightly.
“Hey, it’s me,” called a voice from the other side of the door.
Stephen, of course he would show up at the worst moment possible. You were in so much pain and part of you wanted to ask for help but you couldn’t. If anyone found out you could lose your licence and Stephen was someone you were sure would turn you in.
“It’s not a good time,” you yelled.
“I just wanted to apologize for my behavior, I was an asshole but I’ve changed. I really have.”
“Go Away Stephen.”
The doorknob jiggled and you held your breath. You had locked it, you were sure you had.
“Hey, I’m getting worried, open the door,” he demanded.
“I’m sad, ok, lost funding for my research. I don’t want you to see me cry. Happy? If you’ve actually changed you’ll leave!” you put your hand over your mouth to cover a groan, the exhaustion of talking having caused intense pain in your lungs.
“Oh, um, sorry to bother you,” he murmured.
You sighed in relief as the sound of his footsteps disappeared and then hugged your aching body, shivering and crying softly as excruciating pain moved around. It suddenly felt like you had been thrown in a freezer. It Was so cold, why were you so cold?
You shivered and cried on the floor for hours until sleep finally took you, giving a slight respite from the worst day of your life.
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Far Away
Pairing: Stephen Strange x Gender Neutral!Reader
Word Count: 458
Warnings: Alcohol
Requested By: @keijibum
53. Person A is late for a date with Person B.
A/n: 🥺🥺🥺
"Welcome to LeBerardin," The host smiled at you when you walked in. "Do you have a reservation? A table for one is currently at a 45 minute wait."
"I do," You smoothed down the edges of your formal wear. "Should be a party of two under the name Y/N."
To his credit, the host didn't bat an eyelash at the name. Probably used to celebrities coming in and out. "Right on time. Follow me if you will."
Thursdays were date night. And you had to almost physically force Stephen to keep his nose out of his studying, in order for him to take a break from time to time.
"Here we go," The host finally stopped outside on the balcony at a corner table, away from too many prying eyes. "Here is the wine menu. Would you like to wait for the other party to arrive or get started?"
"I'll start with a bottle of pinot noir then."
The stars and other heavenly bodies twinkled in the night sky. Moonlight streamed in from above, showing off its brilliant crescent shape. It was a quiet night, a time to wind down and enjoy the upcoming weekend. You glanced at you watch.
Time to wait.
And wait you did.
And waited.
And waited some more.
It got to the point that you had the really patient server grab you some appetizers to start with, and then the main course. You loved the ex neurosurgeon, you really did. But there were times like these that you really wanted him to stop fighting monsters and focus on you.
"Hello beautiful. Date a no show?"
"Perhaps if he could kindly remember that he needs a break from time to time so he could enjoy some time with me," You answered, rolling your eyes.
"I'm sorry for being late, honey. I'll make it up to you." Stephen started, sitting down in the opposite chair. Instead of settling down like a normal non animated cape would, it decided to fly off and wrap comfortably around your shoulders.
"See? Even the cape agrees with me," You pouted. "You've been far away for far too long."
He placed a warm hand over yours. "I promise. No more monsters on Thursdays."
You frowned.
"Okay okay. On the weekends too."
You brightened up. "I'll hold you to that, love. All work and fighting. You need time for yourself and for us. You might be Harry Potter without the stick and hat, but you still have me. I love you. Remember that."
"The steak medium rare?" The server popped in.
The sorcerer held his hand up, thanking the server which you echoed when it was your turn. "I'll give it all for us that I swear."
"Happy Valentine's, Stephen."
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Doctor Strange x Reader || It’s All a Little Strange || Chapter 4
“Mordo’s been telling me you’ve been having problems with casting spells.” You mused as you slowly paced in front of Strange. The room was silent save for the steady tapping of your shoes hitting the ground and your robes rustling with every movement.
“Yeah, so.” Strange retorted and crossed his arms like an insolent child.
You stopped walking and glared at him. “I don’t have to be here. I could just walk out that door and do my own training.” You pointed at the dark brown door to the room.
“You wouldn’t.” Strange countered smugly, “you listen to every beck and call of the Ancient One.” You ground your teeth at his comment and clenched your fists. Strange noticed this, and it did nothing to wipe off his smug smile which you so dearly wanted to do.
“Show me.” You commanded suddenly. When he didn’t do anything you gesticulated with your hands, “go on. Show me how you cast a spell.”
Strange moved back into position and went through the motions of drawing a line in the air, spinning it around to make a circle, and then punching through the center of the circle.“See, it just doesn’t work.” He sighed in a clearly frustrated way as no spark of red matter appeared in the air in front of him.
“At least your form looks good.” You noted. You furrowed your brows as you tried to think of how to explain spell casting to Strange. You too drew a line through the air, spun it around in a circle, then punched through the center. Except when you did the motions, red matter appeared and your punch resulted in a wave of air and sparks exploding out.
“How do you do that?” Strange demanded and started to pace frustratingly. “Everything I do doesn’t work!”
“Calm down Strange.” You snapped and your eyes followed him as he agitatedly walked back and forth, “I can’t focus with you moving around like that. And,” he stopped walking, “it just happens. I can’t explain it. It’s almost like I’m pulling the matter out of thin air.”
“That helps.” Strange scoffed and continued his angered pacing.
“Imagine it.” You walked up to him and put your hands in front of him to stop him from walking around, “close your eyes and imagine you’re pulling the matter from another dimension. Like you’re pulling a thread.” You stepped back and let him put his hands out in front of him. His hands moved through the air as if he were pulling a thread but to no avail.
“It’s not working (l/n).” He growled as he opened his eyes and saw no signs of the magical red matter.
“Be patient. Do it a couple of times. Focus on it.”
“Everything is about focus and patience, isn’t it?” he snapped and threw his arms in the air, “that’s all I hear. Every day! Day in and day out!”
“Because that’s how it is!” you shouted in return. “You didn’t become an acclaimed neurosurgeon overnight! You need to focus when you’re doing neurosurgery! I didn’t get here overnight.” You drew a line in the air, spun it in a circle, pushed out and squares formed around it. Turned it forty-five degrees and clapped your hands together to create an intricate shape in front of you. You pushed out at the center of the circle and a burst of air rushed out from your shape. “This took me months to do, and you’re complaining because you can’t do it in days.”
“Everyone else can.” He grumbled angrily, “I’m used to being at the top of the class. You can’t just expect me to be fine with being at the bottom.”
“Okay, what helps you learn?” you prompted.
“Reading about it. I can’t just see it.” He shook his head, “I need to know everything about it.”
You nodded, “are you aware that we have a library?”
“You what?” he demanded.
“Come with me.” You smiled and you led the way out of the room and to the library. The two of you trekked through the empty halls to a darker section of Kamar-Taj. You pushed open the heavy door to the dark library, “Wong?” you called out, “you here?” upon receiving no answer you frowned. “That’s unusual.” You pushed the door fully open and walked through the library with Strange trailing behind like a duckling. You drew out a chakram and lightly stepped to the section of the library reserved for masters. You were already fearing the worst: Wong with his head chopped off. When you peeked around the bookshelf and saw it was quiet you breathed a sigh of relief. “He must be doing something. Come,” you beckoned for him to follow you and led the way to the section that wasn’t reserved.
“What was that over there?” Strange questioned.
“Books.” You replied vaguely and peered around one shelf but decided to go down between the other bookshelves.
“Yes I already concluded that.” Strange replied snarkily, “I’m wondering why you were acting so weirdly.”
“Recently our keeper of the books had his head chopped off.” You replied nonchalantly as you pulled a book off of the shelf and Strange looked at you aghast.
“What?”
“Our keeper of the books had his head chopped off.” You repeatedly slowly and deliberately. As if you were talking to a child. You reached for a book on the highest shelf but only succeeded in brushing the spine of it. Even on your tiptoes. “Do you mind?” you asked sheepishly and pointed to the thick book. He silently laughed at your predicament but grabbed the book anyways and gave it to you. “I’m grabbing these for you.” You shoved the book back in his hands along with the first one you grabbed.
“What are they about?” he asked and turned the book to read the lettering on the spine while you continued to navigate through the library, “the Book of the Invisible Sun?”
“They’re not exactly about how to cast spells,” you took another book of the shelf but decided against it and returned it, “they explain more about the multiverse and other dimensions. Hopefully they’ll help you figure out how to summon matter from another dimension.” You took a fourth book off of the shelf and gave it to Strange. “Even if they don’t, you at least know where the library is.”
“Codex Imperium?” he looked at the book that you just gave him and you walked back to Wong’s desk, “Astronomia Nova? These all sound ridiculous!” he scoffed
“I’ve already told you,” you grabbed a blank piece of paper off of Wong’s desk, “you can’t explain much with science.” You found a pen and wrote out on the paper, “let Strange borrow the Book of the Invisible Sun, Astronomia Nova, and Codex Imperium.” You spoke slowly as you wrote down the note and then signed the note with your name. You set the pen down and put the note in a place where Wong would find it.
“So you want me to read these?” Strange asked in confusion and followed you out of the library.
“You did just say that you learn best by reading the material, did you not?” you questioned with a raised eyebrow.
“I did.” Strange agreed.
“Good.” You nodded and you strode down the hallway back to the courtyard.
“Where are we going now?” Strange questioned and walked after you.
“You are going to read your books.” You pointed at him, “and I’m going to spar with Mordo.”
“The Ancient One told you that you have to train me.” Strange frowned.
“And I am, I’ve given you the materials to train. It’s already clear that more of me yelling at you to focus isn’t going to get either of us anywhere.”
“Okay.” Strange nodded and slowed down from your brisk pace, “okay.”
“Oh, and don’t try those spells before you read the entire book!” you called over your shoulder, “the warnings come after the spells!”
✯✯✯
“Daniel?” you asked as you entered the quiet sanctum. It was dark and the only light was coming from the windows.
“Hello (f/n).” Daniel made himself known and appeared at the balcony overlooking the main foyer.
“Could you spar with me?” you politely asked, “I haven’t gotten a chance to.”
“You’ve been going to Kamar-Taj every day.” He frowned and jumped down from the balcony, “how have you not sparred with anyone?”
“I have an apprentice.” You explained, then laughed at how ridiculous you sounded, “I’ve been training him instead of sparring. So, will you spar with me?” he gave you a level look that you weren’t sure how to interpret. “Look, I’ve got this whole plan laid out, I work at the hospital, go to Kamar-Taj, then come here and spar! That way, I can still stay in tip-top shape!”
“Why do you have an apprentice?” Daniel questioned, “you’re already putting too much on your plate.”
“The Ancient One asked me to teach him.” You answered quietly, “even against many protests. Can you believe it?” you asked in surprise, “freakin’ Doctor Stephen Strange!”
“That neurosurgeon whom you despise?” Daniel inquired.
“The same one!” you laughed wryly. It was good to finally rant about your displeasure about Strange. “He just shows up one day at Kamar-Taj! And next thing I know, the Ancient One is asking me to train him!”
“I’m not fond of you spending more time here instead of sleeping.” Daniel declared slowly.
“I’m not fond of not spending more time sleeping instead of training.” You countered. Upon realising how petty and rude you were sounding you switched tactics, “please Daniel.” Daniel continued to look at you disapprovingly, “pretty please with a cherry on top?” you tried to pull out the puppy dog eyes.
“Fine.” He relented.
“Thank you Daniel you’re the best!” you shouted.
“If I see you yawning excessively then the sparring stops.” He negotiated.
“Okay.” You agreed. He whipped out his staff and flew at you. You barely managed to put up a shield before it collided with you.
“You’re getting slow (f/n).”
Masterlist (Originally posted in 2018)
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Ten percent (Peter Parker x Stark!Reader)
Word count: 6.5k
Description: You’ve been sick for past year and everyone in the tower knows except for Peter Parker, the guy you love. When he accidentally finds out, he’s not very supportive on your medical decisions.
Warnings: Angst (mostly), fluff. Mentions of cancer, tumors and seizures. Dad!Tony at it’s finest.
Note: I got this idea watching grey’s anatomy so I’m sorry for any medical inaccuracy or exaggeration. Also this is the longest fic I’ve ever written and I’m very proud of it, I hope you like it!
Masterlist
"I'm very sorry Miss, but after analyzing your studies I've come to the conclusion that there's no way I can safely remove that tumor. I suggest you stick to the chemotherapy treatment from now on and hope for the best" The surgeon informed as you clenched your teeth a little tighter.
"Are you completely and utterly sure?" Tony questioned running a hand through his hair from the stress.
"Mr. Stark with all due respect I believe I am the doctor here, I already informed you there's only a ten percent chance of survival probability with this procedure, it's way too risky for the patient and for my own reputation" He concluded and silence filled the room.
You rolled your eyes in exasperation and felt thankful you were giving your back to them, leaning on a desk with your knuckles turning white from how strong you were gripping it. He was the eleventh neurosurgeon that rejected your case, because apparently the chances of removing the tumor in your head without leaving you paralyzed or brain dead were small to nonexistent, and none of the doctors were brave enough to even try because of their so called reputation.
"Thank you for your time Dr. Graham, we'll make sure she follows the treatment from here" Bruce politely answered upon noticing your lack of response, and guided him towards the exit of your lab. Well, 'your lab' as you liked to call it, even though it was more like your personalized hospital room in the tower that your dad and Bruce had adapted for your treatments and meetings with Doctors, since your father refused to intern you in a hospital. When Bruce and the doctor were gone you were still facing the wall, and Tony carefully walked towards you and rested a hand on your shoulders.
"Hope for the best dad? He pretty much gave me a death sentence and I'm supposed to hope for the best? This is ridiculous" You sighed refusing to turn around, you couldn't bare to look into his pity eyes.
"Don't say that darling, I've got three more neurosurgeons we can call, this is not the en–"
"Stop, please just stop" You begged as you punched the desk, he took the hand off your shoulder and you heard him sigh this time. "I'm sorry dad, I know you've got me the best doctors from around the world, but they'll just keep rejecting me so please just stop for a moment" You instantly apologized and decided to finally turn around.
Tony didn't think he could break more when he heard you being rejected by another doctor, but when he saw your fearful face his heart ached once more. Your teary eyes reflected all the pain your body and soul were going through, your lip was quivering and trying to keep in the sobs that threatened to come out. He hadn't seen you cry in a while, he deeply admired your strength, you always faced your sickness with bravery, but not this time. He decided to hug you and you gratefully buried yourself in your father's arms.
Tony tried his best to be strong for you and give you hope, you were his little girl and seeing you break in front on him more and more everyday gave him the strength to keep fighting and not give up on you. So of course ever since you got diagnosed, Tony made sure you always had the best doctors to take care of you.
"You have to call Stephen Strange again" You broke the silence and felt him tense in your arms.
"Y/n, he has said no multiple times" He separated from you and exhaled deeply. “I ... I'm not sure we should keep going on with this, sweetheart it's too dangerous and I don’t even want to think about losing you like that"
You stared at him for a few seconds to take in his brittle voice and glossy eyes. Seeing the pain glistening over his eyes always made your heart ache, and this time was no exception, but you couldn’t stop yourself from insisting.
You were running out of time.
"Dad, as much as it hurts to hear it I am dying, we don't know if the chemo will reduce the tumor and you will end up losing me anyways, I'm running out of time" You sighed as he covered his face with his hands. "We’ve been following his career for a long time, Strange is one if not the best neurosurgeon out there, if someone can do it it's him" You said firmly, hoping to convince him to try just one more time.
You never surrendered in a fight as an avenger and this was the fight of your life, so you were not going to give up until your last breath, and he knew that. Tony just stared at you, brown saddened eyes tired of seeing you get rejected again and again. But if his little girl wasn’t giving up, he sure as hell wasn’t either.
"I'll try my best, I promise" He finally accepted and you knew he would, hell even he knew he would, because he would try everything in his hands to help you.
You hugged him sighing with relief, and he was glad to engulf you in the safety of his arms. Oh how he wished that was enough for you. Your little moment was interrupted by the familiar AI coming in with a message for you.
"Miss Stark, Mr. Parker is looking for you, you have to suit up for your mission" FRIDAY's voiced boomed in the room and you wished she hadn't mentioned the “secret mission” at all.
Tony looked at you wide eyed and shushed you with his finger before you could even say anything.
"No no no kid, there's no way you're going on that mission, remember you have your chemo session at 4" He instantly scolded you.
"But I feel fine" You lied in a whiny tone. If fine meant intermittent nausea and a pounding headache then yes, you were absolutely fine. "And I'll be back before that"
"I'm trying to keep you safe here"
"And I understand that but Cap said it was just to retrieve some information. You know that's an easy one, plus Nat is coming with us so I'll be okay" You tried to convince him but he was not budging, so you decided to take a different approach. "Please dad, being an avenger is the only thing that keeps me sane these days. It's all I have left, don't take it away from me"
Your begging eyes were all it took for Tony to roll his eyes and nod with his head. You squealed in excitement and reminded him Friday would keep track of your vitals all the time. You were getting on your way to your room to suit up when he asked you something you've been avoiding for a few months now.
"When are you going to tell Peter?" He asked, the question making you tense up.
"I'm not ready for that" You replied, avoiding meeting his eyes.
"And when will you be? The kid has the right to know" He insisted but you just huffed.
"He doesn't have the right to anything, I'll see you after the mission" You spat back and turned around in your heels to leave the room.
When you got out of the door you put on a smile, because to the outside world you were supposed to be fine. To Peter Parker you were just fine, and you planned to keep it that way.
Talking about spiders, just as you came out of the room you collided with him, almost losing your balance but he was quick to catch your wrists and hold you in place. You thanked him smiling and he suddenly got nervous and dropped your hands.
"Oh I ... I was looking for you and FRIDAY said you were on your lab but since I'm not allowed in there..." He said, pursing his lips together and rolling his eyes by the end of his sentence.
"Come on Peter, I already told you my lab is way to advanced for your little head, one day I'll show you" You replied jokingly to which he rolled his eyes again chuckling.
"Whatever, Cap wants us to leave now" He informed and you nodded, both of you walking towards the elevator to go to the jet bay.
Now, how do we get started on Peter Parker. He was your father's apprentice, the avengers newest addition and ... your long time crush. Even since your father introduced him to you, you couldn't stop thinking about him, there was something so endearing about him that attracted you. But also around the time you met him you found out you were sick, you hoped to hide it from him until you got better but you didn't seem to be healing any time soon, yet you still posponed telling him the truth. You also tried to shove down your feelings for him, in all fairness you didn't want to get your hopes up with him when your life expectancy at the moment was barely 2 months.
—
The mission had gone pretty smoothly right until the very last moment, where hydra agents had appeared out of nowhere and you were running short of hands. You fought in your suit in one of the buildings, having a clear visual through a window of Natasha and Peter fighting on the ground.
"Miss Stark, multiple explosives are set in the direction of Miss Romanoff" FRIDAY's voice warned you, you immediately turned around to see and without thinking you took off flying to her.
With a bare second you managed to push her out of the way, your iron suit receiving the full impact of the explosives. You were sent flying away and laid disorientated with your suit almost falling apart on the ground, when Natasha and Peter reached you.
"What ... what was that, are you okay?" Peter frantically asked, looking for any signs of injury on your skin since your iron suit was torn apart.
"I'm fine Peter" You grunted trying to get up, but your whole body ached with the suit pressing on your skin so you settled with sitting down. "The suit took all the impact" You said pointing ironically at the pieces falling from your suit.
"Are you crazy? What if it didn't? You can't even stand up" Peter raised his voice as you rolled your eyes, Nat put a hand on his shoulder to stop him from yelling more.
"You shouldn't have done that kid" Natasha scolded you with harsh eyes but a soft tone. "But thank you" She smirked and you smiled back, even though she couldn't see it through your mask. "Parker, take her to the jet, I'll cover you" Natasha ordered as she stood up and both of her guns went off on the incoming agents.
Before you could refuse Peter scooped you in his arms and in a matter of minutes you were back safely at the quinjet, where you took off your damaged suit. You knew Peter was pissed, hell you could feel his anger from your seat even though you sat in opposite sides of the jet. He took off his mask and you noticed how tight he was clenching his jaw, accompanied with a look of disappointment towards you. You exhaled deeply and prepared for a lecture when you saw him open his mouth, but he was cut when Natasha entered the jet.
"Cap ordered us to retrieve, we're heading back to the tower" She informed as she sat in the pilot seat and prepared the jet to take us home.
Peter knew better than to scold you in front of Natasha in a reduced space, so he not-so-patiently waited to arrive to the tower to say something. For once you were grateful that Peter didn't talk to you, but you knew you had to confront him eventually. The rest of the fly you felt very uneasy, with your sickness you felt tired most of the time but you liked to push yourself to the limit, ignoring the pain and acting like nothing was wrong was something you inherited from your father. Peter's burning look wasn't helping either, if anything it just made your headache worse.
The way home was eternal, or maybe it was just your wish to never arrive so you wouldn't have to confront Peter. On the other side, he was worried, you had been acting way too reckless in missions lately and he wished he could understand the reason why the girl he liked since he arrived at the tower was so being so careless. When you finally landed in the tower you got up from your seat quickly and tried to escape, but Peter was stepping on your toes as soon as you did.
"We have to talk" He started, sighing when you didn't stop practically sprinting towards the elevator.
"I'm ... busy" You poorly excused yourself and luckily Friday opened the elevator as soon as you reached the doors. Unfortunately certain spider boy also got in, and he wasn't going to give up until you heard what he had to say. You told Friday to take you to your floor and crossed your arms, avoiding Peter's intense gaze.
"Why do you keep acting like nothing happened out there?" He questioned running a hand through his hair, irritated by your indifference.
"Because nothing happened Peter, I'm fine" You calmly replied, even though you felt so tired you wished you could just lay in your bed. You decided to rest your back against the wall, to offer you some support. Peter started pacing back and forth in front of you, but you just kept your eyes locked in the numbers of the floors being passed by the elevator.
"Peter it's okay, you shouldn't care that much about it" You insisted but he just bitterly chuckled.
"If I am here is because I care about you Y/n" He mumbled and you bit the inside of your lip. Please don't do this Peter, you thought. You shouldn't fall for him, you won't have a chance with him, you repeated over and over in your head.
"Would you rather had her die?, you know my suit protects me very well and I had to help her. Stop acting like you wouldn't have done the sam–"
"Alright I've had enough!" He snapped and angrily hit the emergency button on the elevator to stop it. His sudden outburst made you jump, Peter never acted that way towards you.
"This isn't about Miss Romanoff, or me, this is about you being reckless. You can't keep doing this! and before you tell me nothing is happening explain to me why you do this in every mission, every single one you find a way to get yourself in danger to try to save someone else like you don't care about your life itself" He complained clenching his fists while you couldn't bring yourself to look him in the eyes, opting for the floor instead.
"No offense Peter but shouldn't you be concentrated in the mission instead of looking at what I am doing the whole time?" You questioned evading his rant, to which he grunted loudly, your headache was getting too intense so you slid your back on the wall until you were sitting on the floor with your hands covering your face.
"This is not a joke Y/n, you could've fucking died back there!!"
"Well news flash Peter I'm already dying!!"
The elevator was suddenly silent and you instantly regretted what you said. A few seconds ago your head felt like it was going to explode and with Peter yelling you couldn't stop yourself from snapping. You got up from your previous position to press the buttons of the elevator for it to work again, and decided it was time to tell Peter the truth and show him "your lab". Suddenly a wave of dizziness hit you, but Peter was quick to notice your lack of balance and held you firmly.
"W-what? But you you... you told me you were fine. Did ... did you get hurt?" Peter stuttered, never taking his eyes off of you trying to find any source of injury.
"I am fine, well not exactly I–" You closed your eyes and exhaled deeply, this was not going the way you wanted.
When you opened your eyes you saw Peter's bewildered expression, but before you could explain anything the last thing you heard was the ding of the elevator stopping on your floor before your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your whole body started shaking in Peter's arms.
"Oh my God"
Peter heard Tony's voice from outside the elevator but he couldn't move, he was paralyzed and his mind couldn't process what was happening in front of him.
"What ... what is going on I don't– she was just talking to me I–" Peter stuttered once more as he watched Tony place you gently on the floor and taking off his jacket to make a pillow for your head.
"She's having a seizure" Tony explained, worry was evident in his voice as he placed you on your side to keep your airways clear. "Hey Bruce I need a little help here"
Peter watched how Dr. Banner got out from "your lab", getting a peek at what seemed to be a medical room instead of an innovation laboratory, something he was made to believe it was. He suddenly stopped hearing what both men were saying and all he could hear was your voice ringing in his head.
'I'm already dying'
What the fuck did that mean? Were you serious? And why the hell didn't he know anything about it?. Peter wished it was not true, he prayed the girl he fell in love with wasn't actually dying. He was so caught up in his mind that he didn't notice your seizure had stopped and now Tony rested his hands on his shoulders trying to get his attention.
"Hey earth to kid, are you there?" He asked bringing Peter back to his senses, but he wasn't looking at his mentor, his eyes were fixed on your figure on the floor.
"She she ... she told me she was dying. Is ... is that true Mr. Stark?" Peter blurted out, his eyes already tearing up from the exasperation and Tony only sighed.
"Listen kid I don't have time to explain it to you now, she's not dying but I need to take her to the hospital right now to make sure she doesn't okay? You can meet us there later" Tony quickly explained and Peter just nodded still confused. Peter watched how his mentor hurriedly got into his iron man suit and blasted at one of the large windows to create an exit, and after picking you up he quickly disappeared into the sky.
Peter unconsciously started pacing back and forth, vividly replaying the situation in his head. He placed both of his hands on his head, messing his curls in the process, he was a nervous wreck at the moment and he needed answers before he lost his mind. Bruce observed everything from the side, and decided to help the kid.
"Peter" Bruce called the teenager, getting his full attention. "I'll explain what's going on but I'm going to need you to calm down" He requested, guiding Peter into the lab.
Peter nodded and followed him into the room, paralyzing once more when he saw what was inside. Right in the center there was a chair with machines around it, one he had only seen in movies of people with cancer. Cancer? Was that what you had?. The walls were covered with sheets of X rays and CT scans and even though he didn't know how to read them, he knew what was in them was bad. Cabinets with medicines and medical equipment filled the room, making him feel uncomfortable. Peter prepared himself to hear your diagnose and hoped he wouldn't cry in front of Dr. Banner. So for a second he prayed, he begged to anyone that was listening that whatever you were going through wasn't what he thought. Except it was. And he did end up crying.
You woke up confused hours later in a hospital bed, your headache still present. You looked to your side and found Natasha sitting on the room's couch, curiously eyeing a magazine.
"Nat" You called out to her, voice heavy and raspy. She immediately left he magazine to the side and got up from the couch to take your hand. "What happened?"
"You had another seizure, Tony freaked out and brought you here. I convinced him to go and find something to eat but I'm pretty sure he's just going to drink more coffee" She explained and rolled her eyes, to which you chuckled. "Parker is outside, he has been here the whole time and refused to leave until you woke up" She carefully announced giving your hand a little squeeze.
"Can you let him in, please?" You requested and she nodded, getting out of the room and in a matter of seconds Peter walked through the doors.
He slowly walked into the room and stopped right by the end of the bed keeping his distance. When you noticed his sorrowful appearance your heart shrunk down in your chest, his shoulders were slumped and he kept his head down. His eyes were puffy, like he'd been crying since you last saw him, his red cheeks still kept a trace of the tears that had fallen.
“Pete–“
"Why didn't you tell me" he asked softly, his brittle voice hurt you more than you thought it would.
Because I love you, was your first thought, but you couldn't say that.
"Peter you don't understand the way people look at me, the ones who know about it, I only see pity in his eyes. You were the only one who didn't look at me like I would break at any time" You tried to explain yourself but you knew he was hurt, apologizing won't be easy.
"Who knew about it?" He asked somehow forcing the question out of him, knowing he shouldn't have asked that because the answer would end up hurting him more.
"Bruce was the first one to know because my dad told him and they kept it secret for a while, but then we told Steve because I still wanted to participate in missions and he would only let me on 'easy' ones. Eventually Nat found out because she's a super secret spy and she knows everything. Then Wanda–" You stopped when Peter frowned, as if you preferred to tell her instead of him. "I didn't tell her Peter, she read my mind. Lastly, Vision found out but only because he could feel the sickness in my body or something like that"
"So everyone except me" He affirmed huffing and shaking his head looking anything else but your eyes.
"In all fairness Clint and Thor didn't know" You said, but he didn't budge. "I didn't want you to worry Peter, you don't know what I've been through or how hard this has been for m–"
"Because you didn't let me!!" He yelled for what seemed to be the eleventh time of the day, he blinked fast as his breathing got heavier. "You didn't have to go through it alone, I would've been there for you! goddammit you should've told me" He wailed, whispering the last part and buried his face in his hands to try and choke his sobs, as tears began falling once again.
You, tearing up as well, crawled in the hospital bed to get closer to him and gently took his hands from his face revealing his gloomy appearance. In that moment you regretted with every bit of your soul hurting Peter Parker, even when it was never your intention.
"I'm so sorry Peter, I never meant to hurt you" You sincerely apologized but he still refused to look into your eyes. "I didn't expect it to go this way, I–"
"And what did you expect?" He mumbled turning his back to you. "Because I certainly didn't expect to fall in love with you and then find out you were agonizing" He blurted out but his body straightened out immediately after he realized he just confessed something he wasn't supposed to.
"Wait what?" You gasped trying to get up from the bed but the IV in your arm didn't allow you to move further. "Peter–"
"I ... I have to go" Peter excused himself and hurriedly disappeared through the door, leaving you feeling way too many emotions.
Love, happiness, sadness, anger ... pain.
Pain because you wished you could tell him how much you loved him too but you couldn't do that because you were dying in a hospital bed. So you curled yourself up in a ball and finally let that pain out, screaming into your pillow.
"This is a bad moment isn't it?" Your tantrum was soon interrupted by your dad. You lifted your head from the pillow and when he noticed your tears he quickly sat next to you. "Oh, come here kiddo" He hugged you, softly stroking your hair with his hand.
"I ... it's not fair dad, I just want to be okay" You cried in his shoulder. Your quivering voice broke the man a little bit more.
"You will be okay darling, I have good news" He gleefully announced and you separated a bit to look at him. "Dr. Strange will do the procedure"
"W-what? Oh my god, how did you convince him?" You lifted your brows in excitement and a wide smile replaced the tears.
"I told him he could shove his perfect record up his ass, he made an oath and he's supposed to heal people instead of rejecting them because of his damn reputation" You stared at him frowning but with a hint of amusement in your eyes. "I used kinder words don't worry" he rolled his eyes and you laughed.
"Wait and that was enough to convince him?"
"Not really, he still refused. But ... I may have told him if he didn't do the surgery, tomorrow every single media in the world will know he refused to treat the youngest avenger, which also happens to be a Stark. That will definitely ruin his reputation." He proudly said and you couldn't hide the surprise from your face.
"Dad that's extortion, I'm pretty sure that's illegal, we could get sued" You scolded him but he kept the proud expression.
"I guess he considered I have the best lawyers in the game, you don't have to worry, I have it under control." He reassured and put a serious face again. "Now, I know you are 18 and I can't legally stop you from getting the surgery but as your father I'm asking you once more. Are you sure you want it sweetheart? the doctor affirmed there's only a ten percent of survival probability"
"Now that you have threatened the doctor I want it even more" You joked but he didn't find it funny. "I understand the risks dad, that 10% is still better than the apparent two months I have left before this tumor sucks the life out of me" You stated for the millionth time.
Tony sighed deeply and analyzed the complexity of the situation. If you didn't get that tumor removed you were lucky if you got two months left, yet if they tried to remove it and failed you would be gone in an instant. He felt exhausted, ever since you got diagnosed he had to take some difficult decisions, but this one had been the hardest one. He didn't want to loose you, hell, he wasn't the spiritual type but every night he pledged for a miracle and deep down, he felt like Strange was that miracle. After all, it seemed like you couldn't rely on statistics anymore, this was just a leap of faith.
"Also, even though you basically threatened him I'm sure if he opens my head and sees he can't remove it he will stop there. Just let him try, please" He looked into your begging eyes, you were so stubborn when you wanted something that you always ended up getting it, a Stark quality apparently.
"Alright then, we will transfer you to his hospital"
So days passed by and you were transferred to the Metro-General Hospital, where Dr. Strange exhaustively studied your case and prepared a surgical plan to remove the tumor. To distract yourself from the whole thing you replayed in your head how Peter confessed his feelings for you over and over again, the thought of it was eating you alive. If this procedure worked you could confess your feelings too. It had to work. You hadn't seen him since then, and even your father affirmed he wasn't around the tower either. That was until the day before your surgery, where Peter took advantage of no one being in your room to confront you about your decision.
"You won't go through that surgery" He ordered as soon as he entered the room making you frown.
"What?" You asked confused. He had been ignoring you for days so you expected him to come and support you instead of yell at you again.
"I heard the nurses talking about how risky it is, there's no way I'm letting you do it" He firmly said and you chuckled not believing what you were hearing.
"Excuse me Peter, since when are you responsible of my medical treatment?" You bitterly questioned, squinting your eyes at him.
"Since you can't make a rational decision about it. God, I can't even believe Mr. Stark is letting you do this" He ran a hand a through his face as if frustrated. And oh boy he was.
"My dad is letting me do this because he knows it's the best for me. You have no right to come here and tell me about rational decisions when I don't have other choices anymore. This tumor is killing me Peter! two months from now the only interaction you'll get with me is in the graveyard through a gravestone. Is that what you want Peter?" You spat your words at him. The machine connected to you picked up on your increasing heartbeat, but both of you ignored the louder beeping.
"No that is not what I want, that's why I don't want you to get the surgery. They said there's only a 10% of survival probability, for fuck's sake Y/n, Mr. Stark had to extort the doctor to do it. Do I need to say more? With those numbers you are dead from the moment you enter the operating room. And only then we will have that interaction in a few days from now" He bitterly protested, his chest heavily going up and down from how angry he felt.
"Do you think I don't know that Peter? that 10% is the only thing I've been hearing this past few days. Yet that little percent gives me more hope than months of chemo and radiation, that 10% is better than slowly forgetting who I am, it is so much better than being stuck in a hospital bed because I can't stop having seizures and my body can't take it anymore. Do I need to say more?" You ironically replied, confused as to why he couldn't understand your reasons.
"Y/n ... just don't" He begged once more, but nothing would change your mind.
"I will have that surgery because it's my body and that's my choice. Whether you support me or not, whether you hold my hand before I go into the OR and tell me everything is going to be okay or don't show up at all, that is your choice Peter" You finished giving and ultimatum and both of you just stared at each other in silence, as your heartbeats became normal again. Peter was about to say something when a nurse entered the room.
"Excuse me Miss Stark, Dr. Strange needs another CT before your surgery, we have to take you now if you are ready" She explained asking for your permission when she realized she might have interrupted something.
"Yeah, I'm ready" You replied glaring at Peter, and she nodded before bringing in the people to take you while he just stood silently on the side.
The day of your surgery came and yet again Peter was nowhere to be found, even Tony had started getting mad at him for acting that way towards you. Nevertheless, you were grateful for having all of the avengers team by your side, they had filled the room with balloons and flowers for you. It was all fun and games until Dr. Strange announced it was time to take you away, and you left behind your friends as your father held your hand walking beside your bed being moved by the doctors. Just as you were a few steps from entering the zone where only doctors could be, you heard a very familiar voice coming at your direction.
"Wait ... wait please" Peter's panting voice boomed in the hall, annoying all the doctors and nurses on the floor but he couldn't care less until he reached your side and they stopped moving your bed.
"Peter what are you do–"
"I'm here to hold your hand and tell you everything will be alright" He stated full of hope and offered you his hand.
You looked at it not knowing whether to take it or not, and everyone around you looked at you both expectantly. Hell, even Stephen Strange was intrigued by your interaction. Peter's begging eyes were all it took for you to give in and smile at him, to which he let out the breath he was holding and smiled back at you.
"Alright, lets do it" You said, never feeling more ready for something in your whole life before, having your father's hand on you right and Peter on your left.
Hours and hours went by and the waiting room of Metro-General Hospital was filled with superheroes pacing back and forth and waiting to hear news from you. Tony and Peter sat next to each other in silence, giving each other some kind of support. Peter's right leg kept bouncing from the anxiousness, while Tony felt like his own shirt was choking him and he couldn't breathe or think clearly. Everyone's hearts stopped when they saw Dr. Strange walking towards them, and they all got up quickly throwing questions to the air. After the questions overwhelmed the already exhausted doctor, Strange sighed and directed himself towards your father.
"There was a complication during the procedure, we had to resuscitate her but after she stabilized I was able to remove the whole tumor. She is stable now" He announced, to which everyone were able to breathe again. "However, I am afraid to inform you we don't know how the surgery might have affected her brain activity, we have to wait until she wakes up in a few hours" He finished and everyone tensed up once again.
But you were a Stark, you had to be fine.
"Can we see her?" Peter asked, catching everyone's attention.
"Only family members can be allowed to the intensive care unit. Mr. Stark, if you follow me I'll take you to her room"
Tony followed the doctor, right before he turned around to the team who gave him reassuring hugs and nods. When he saw you unconscious on the bed, his heart ached, the intrigue was eating him alive and he just hoped everything was fine. When you finally woke up, hours later like Strange said, you felt like your whole body was hit by a truck, your head being the most severe obviously. A little bit disoriented and with your vision slowly clearing you noticed Dr. Strange and your father looking intently at you.
"Y/n, hi sweetheart, you did it" Your teary father softly said, firmly holding your hand. You focused your attention back at the doctor, who was checking your pupils and making your eyes follow his pen.
"You have good responses. Now I'm gonna need you to say something, how do you feel?" he asked, both men focused on your answer.
"D-did ... you get it out?" Your raspy voice asked ignoring his question, to which he smiled for the first time at you.
"Yes I did, ten must be your lucky number" He joked, relieved that he didn't end up killing you with that low survival probability. "We will keep checking on you, for now you need to rest, a long recovery awaits you" He announced before excusing himself and leaving the room.
"Dad" You called out to him, but a wave of sleepiness hit you.
"It's okay darling, you can rest now" He happily said, rubbing circles in your hand and you didn't take long to fall sleep again.
The next time you woke up you felt a little stronger, the pain was still pretty present but the sleepiness went away. You were surprised when you didn't see Tony in the room and found your hand wrapped by the very own Peter Parker, who had fallen asleep holding his head with his free hand. You didn't want to disturbe the adorable boy next to you, but you couldn't help to call him out.
"Pete" Your whispering voice was enough to wake his senses, and he was the one disoriented now until he focused back on you.
"Hey" He smiled. "Your dad helped me sneak in here, I hope you don't mind" He explained and you shook your head, you were grateful he was there.
"I–"
"Listen, before you say anything I'm so sorry. I was just so angry and scared after finding out that I never stopped to think about how scared you were and I'm so so sorry for that Y/n." He exhaustively apologized but didn't seem to have finished with his speech. "And I know I said I was in love with you and then ran away, which once again, I did it because I was scared. God, for being spiderman I'm surely a chicken ... anyways, while you were in that OR and hours went by I kept thinking what would happen if I lost you and the truth is I couldn't live without you because it's true, I'm so goddamn in love with you that I can't bare to loose you" What you were hearing was music to your ears, but before you could speak he interrupted you again.
"And before you reject me, now that I know about this whole thing I will be by your side no matter what. You have a treatment? I will be there talking to you the whole time. You have to get some studies? I will wait for you outside. You have to take more medical decisions? I will give you the support you need" He finished, looking proud although that only lasted for a moment. "Alright, you can speak now" he sighed, loosening his grip on your hand but you didn't let go.
"Just for the record I was going to tell you I was in love with you too" You said amusingly, to which peter couldn't control himself from getting flustered.
"Re-really? Well I I- that's ... that's great, I mean ... oh my god" He stuttered and you couldn't help but laugh at his innocent nature.
Out of surprise he took the lead and leaned in to peck your lips, you surely didn't expect it but as he went to separate you grabbed his neck and deepened the kiss, something you soon regretted when a wince of pain left your mouth.
"Are you okay?" He immediately asked after that and you closed your eyes for a second.
"I'm perfect here, with you" You replied opening your eyes again, giving him a reassuring smile, to which he grabbed your hand once again.
"Alright kids that's enough" Your father chimed in, having watched everything from outside the room and he couldn't deny he felt jealous for his little girl. "Parker, don't make me regret sneaking you in here" He playfully threatened the boy, so Peter let go of your hand and backed off with both of his hands lifted in the air. You laughed but stopped immediately.
Damn, this was going to be a long recovery. But that recovery was worth it, that ten percent was more than worth it now, because even though you still had on hell of a fight ahead of you, now you would do it with Peter Parker by your side.
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The Blood in My Veins (a serial)
Okay, so I will sometimes let prompts that interest me just sit for a bit and see if they remain in my head or not and yeah, Prompt #608 from @ironstrangeprompts (which I can't tag for some reason) wouldn't go away and I blame absolutely everyone who told me to do it for distracting me from the long multi-chapters I'm desperately trying to write this year. But in return you get Part One of a tumblr serial with absolutely no idea as to where it's going and no update schedule in mind. :P But it's supposed to get to the reveal in the prompt eventually. Promise. Speculation highly encouraged as that helps plot bunnies very much.
Prompt: Kidnapped to play doctor for a still unseen other prisoner; Stephen realizes there is only one person on the planet who would have palladium in their blood.
This is unbetaed; apologies for any errors.
Part 1 - How We Began
Stephen's thoughts were sluggish and his memory spotty as he began to wake up. Worse, he had a headache that was boring into his temples and made the idea of opening his eyes, never mind moving, sound like an absolutely terrible one.
Sound began to filter through the fog. Eventually he was able to distinguish some words within it.
"...waking up…"
"...pulse is still slow…"
"...considering what he was given…"
He recognized none of the voices. Through sheer stubbornness alone, Stephen ignored his pounding head and forced his heavy eyelids open, only to immediately close them again against the sharp brightness of the fluorescent lighting above him. He could not help but groan.
"Right, the lights," someone—female—said, and he felt a cloth placed over his eyes. "I'm afraid I can't do anything about the lights, but you'll adjust to them soon enough. I have some water for you when you're ready, too."
Some part of Stephen's brain registered that she had an English accent. The rest of the functioning part of his mind focused on speaking. "Who…" And that was all he could manage at the moment.
"My name's Doctor Summer Weston," she answered.
A doctor? Was he injured? He wet his lips and tried for more than one word. "My... injuries?" What had he been doing to get injured? How bad was it? How much morphine was running through his system?
He felt Doctor Weston's fingers on his radial pulse. (Why was she doing that? Where was the EKG?) "No injuries; your current headache and sensitivity to light are an after effect of the drug in your system. I think you're at the tail end of your symptoms, though."
That… made no sense in a number of ways. Stephen forced his eyes open once more, and the cloth over his eyes made the endeavor manageable this time. "What happened?"
He heard her exhale softly. "What is the last thing you remember?"
Stephen had to pause to think about it, which was both incredibly unusual and rather annoying. He frowned to himself as he concentrated. Was he at the hospital? No, he was off. He was… "Grocery shopping. I was at the store. I think I paid." Yes, he remembered paying. He had decided to walk the three blocks to and from the store and was heading back to his apartment. Beyond that point, his memory became fuzzy.
Doctor Weston didn't say anything about his answer and instead just said, "You need water. Do you think you can handle the light? If not, we can keep the towel on and I can help you up."
He didn't respond, but moved his arm up and pulled the cloth away from his eyes, squinting at the ugly rectangle panels above him. The other doctor helped him up into a sitting position and gave him a bottle of water, but Stephen was too busy staring at his surroundings. While he was on a medical bed, in front of him was a large room that could only be described as a biochemical lab. It had state-of-the-art equipment, much of it looking brand new, and working there was another man and two women all in lab coats. Against nearby walls away from the machinery were several other medical beds.
"Drink," Doctor Weston encouraged, and his parched throat more than anything had Stephen doing so.
"Where am I?" he asked, squinting at Doctor Summer Weston. She appeared somewhere between thirty and forty and currently wore her long brown hair in a messy bun. She was pale and looked tired, with dark bags under her grey eyes and thin lips bent downturned. She wasn't wearing any makeup, either, which was a look he knew on his female patients before surgery but usually not on female doctors (and a couple of non-women doctors, too).
"I don't know," she answered. "None of us do."
Stephen's confusion (and alarm, though he wouldn't admit that yet) grew. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
She gave him a rueful smile. "There's really no easy way to break this: you've been kidnapped, just like the rest of us."
He stared at her in disbelief, half-wondering if he heard her right. His head was still pounding with his heartbeat and that made his hearing less clear, after all. "What?" was what he managed.
"Yeah." The lackluster smile returned. "So, are you an orthopedic surgeon or a neurosurgeon?"
"Neurosurgeon," he automatically answered, then stared at her. "How did you know?"
"The X-rays," was Doctor Weston's inexplicable answer. "I'll show you in a bit," she said as Stephen went to retort. "We should get introductions out of the way. Drink more water."
Stephen frowned at her, but his head was still complaining and for that reason alone he drank instead of demanding further answers that moment. At least the light was becoming more bearable.
In the meantime, Doctor Weston called to the others, "He's fully awake now. Take a break for introductions and water."
One of the women, who was in her mid-forties, he guessed, with thick straight black hair pulled back, and a rich coppery brown skin that appeared in tight and worried lines across her face, shifted in discomfort. She adjusted her narrow-rimmed glasses then looked over to the wall, and Stephen followed her gaze to see a camera in the corner. "How long have we been working?" she asked; she also had an English accent.
"About five hours," Doctor Weston said after looking at her watch. "You should be okay for a few minutes."
"I think so. I have to wait for the centrifuge to finish, anyway," said the third woman, and the tallest of the three women (though maybe it was her natural curly hair giving her extra height). Her white lab coat contrasted sharply against her rich umber skin under the bright fluorescent lights, and just like the others, she looked stressed and tired. She appeared somewhere about his age and was definitely American, with the slightest hint of a southern twang in her voice.
The final one in the room, a balding man with salt-and-pepper hair and perhaps in his mid-forties or early fifties, stepped forward from his work station first. His complexion was a flushed pink and he wore thick lenses, but they did nothing to hide his bright green irises. "How are you feeling?" He spoke with a heavy German accent.
Stephen grimaced. "I've been better," he answered as he was surrounded by the four of them.
"We know what it feels like," the African-American woman replied. "I'm Doctor Jada Ferguson. Hematologist, University of Texas MD Anderson Cancer Center, Houston."
"Doctor Meera Mahajan," said the other unnamed woman. "Pathologist with a specialty in cytopathology, from St Bartholomew's Hospital in London."
"I'm from London, too," Doctor Weston added. "Though from St Thomas' Hospital. Cardiothoracic surgeon."
"And I'm Doctor Steffen Baar," said the man. "I work as a pharmaceutical chemist for Bayer in Wuppertal, in western Germany."
Stephen wrapped his mind around this new information as they introduced themselves and started trying to connect the pieces of this (terrifying) puzzle together. After they finished speaking, he cleared his throat and said, "Doctor Stephen Strange. Neurosurgeon, Metro-General, New York."
Doctor Ferguson made an affirmative noise. "I read your latest publication not that long ago. It was fascinating."
"I've read yours as well," Stephen said, then looked at the others. "I've read publication papers from all of you within the last three years." And there was a reason he remembered their names; they were all brilliant studies and clearly experts in their specialties. Why the fucking hell were they all here?
His face must have reflected his thoughts, because Doctor Mahajan said, "Whoever brought us here wants us to work." She glanced over her shoulder, then added, "Which is apparent." She then opened her mouth, paused, then shut it.
Stephen frowned. "Work on what, exactly?"
Doctor Weston also looked over towards the camera, then said, "Our job is to keep an unknown patient alive. And you've been drafted."
Tagging @walkin-in-the-cosmos (though it’s not tagging right) and @queenofalotofdifferentworlds as requested in the original prompt post.
Full disclosure: In terms of writing I concentrate more on plot and worldbuilding and not really the development of romance. Whenever this serial ends, it'll likely end on an ambiguous, open ending to interpret the relationship's route to the reader's pleasure (what we once labeled "gen or pre-slash" stories, not sure if that's used anymore). It'll definitely not explore anything remotely sexual beyond your usual PG-13 innuendo (if that). So if that's not what you're looking for in this prompt fill you can ignore the rest of the series :)
But if the serial does interest you and you want to be tagged in the next post, I'm starting the clean slate with this first one. Just leave a comment expressing interest in being notified/tagged for the serial, though I'm afraid I have no planned update schedule.
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