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girl-of-many-fandoms · 2 years

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"I don't get jealous."

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Stark!Reader

Summary: In order to get the job done a little flirting is necessary.

Warnings: mention of needles and light smut

NOTE: This fic is set just before the events of Civil War and Doctor Strange where Stephen is a regular neurosurgeon. I've been sitting on this one for some time now.

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"Ignore it." Stephen continued to kiss my neck and jawline, rolling me onto my back in order to keep me from answering my phone that kept buzzing on his nightstand.

"It's important-mhmm.." A moan fell past my lips as he grounded himself against me. Stephen crashed his lips against mine in a lazy kiss; my hands roamed from his shoulders to his chest and using enough force I successfully rolled us over.

"This really better be important."

"Oh relax, we've been going at it for hours." Stephen held onto my thighs, rubbing small circles into my exposed flesh with his thumb. I hugged the white sheet close to my body as I reached over to pick up my phone.

"Tony?”

“Shake your ass sunshine, we’ve got a mission.” Stephen smirked cheekily at me, thrusting his hips upwards which earned him a playful smack on his abdomen.

“I’m sure you’re capable of handling this one yourself.”

“I would if I was able to flirt my way into this man’s apartment to get what I need.” Stephen sat up moving his hands from my thighs to my ass giving it a firm squeeze. His stubble burned against my neck as he left a trail of kisses on my exposed flesh.

“Can’t Nat help you with this because I’m in the middle of something.”

“Kiss the doctor goodbye and let’s get going.”

“How did you- Friday. Fine, I’ll be there in twenty.”Hanging up I threw the phone onto the bed, leaving kisses on Stephen’s collar bone.

“You have to go.”

“I do.” I couldn’t hold in my laugh as he securely held onto me, dragging me down with him as he laid back on his pillow. Stephen ghosted his fingers along my spine leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“I don’t want you to leave just yet.”

“I don’t either but just like you doctor, I have to leave whenever my phone rings.” He opened his mouth to make a remark only to be cut short by his ringtone. Reaching over I grabbed it, a broad smile made its way onto my face once I saw the caller ID.

“You were about to say something?” He took the device and answered it, holding it up to his ear. I moved to get off of him but he kept me in place with his free arm. With my eyes trained on his face, I left a sizeable hickey on his chest as well as a few love bites here and there.

“I’ll be there in an hour.”

“Not a word Ms. Stark.” Hooking his index finger under my chin he tilted my head back to kiss me a couple times before pulling away.

“See, you know I’m right.” Groaning at my statement, he rolled me onto my back; his blue eyes locked with mine. Reaching up, I ran my fingers across his stubble that was surely going to be removed before he goes to work.

“Yes, you were. Now let’s get out of this bed before we never leave. Just do me a favour, be careful.”

“The most work I’ll be doing is flirting my way into some old dudes condo, nothing that’ll land me on your operating table.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

Smirking, I pushed on his chest and he got off of me, planting both his feet on the hardwood floor. Stephen stood in all his glory showcasing his entire physique for me to see.

“Oh relax, I’m not going to sleep with the guy.” I threw the covers back and got out of bed. Stephen located his boxers from last night and pulled them up while I was in the middle of slipping on my clothes.

“You better not.”

“Is that a hint of jealousy Doctor Strange?” Stephen towered over me with both hands on my hips.

“I don’t get jealous.”

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“You know I forgot to say this earlier but you do look lovely tonight sis.” Tony’s voice came through my comms. Bringing the cocktail glass up to my lips, I took a sip of my drink, eyes searching the sea of faces to find our target.

“I’m sure your doctor friend would’ve loved to see you in that dress.”

“What are you doing Tony?” Our eyes locked from across the room, he had a smirk on his face which told me that he was definitely up to no good.

“When do I get to meet him?”

“Never, so please drop it.”

“He makes you happy, that much I could tell. You’re blushing.”

“I’m not, it’s the alcohol. I’ve got eyes on Colin.”

“Go work your magic, just don’t take it too far. I wouldn’t want you to cheat on your lover.” Smiling at Tony I subtly flipped him off as I downed the contents of my glass. Colin walked over to me at the bar with his arms open to greet me.

“Mon ami! It’s nice to see you here.”

“Colin, it’s nice to see you again.” He kissed both my cheeks and took my hand in his, smiling as he took in my appearance.

“You look just as beautiful as I remember.” Colin and I started catching up with each other, well, he was mainly telling me more about his company. Information that I really don’t care about. Colin knocked back his whiskey, snaking his hand onto the small of my back just above the curve of my ass.

Time to get the show on the road Y/N

“I’m really glad to hear about all of that but maybe we could take this conversation somewhere more private?” Colin and I had a thing going on back in college so when Tony briefed me on who our target was I knew this was going to be easy. Batting my eyes at him, I toyed with the lapels of his suit jacket.

“I don’t see why not.” Taking my clutch in one hand I slipped the other into his and followed his lead to the elevator. Colin had my back pressed against the wall the minute the doors shut behind us, kissing every inch of my skin that was available to him.

All I kept thinking about during the ride up to his penthouse was the neurosurgeon who was in the middle of a surgery blocks away from this building. The doors opened and he guided me to his door, thankfully there wasn’t anyone in the hallway to witness me jabbing him in the neck with a sedative. His limp body hit the ground and I grabbed the key to his condo to unlock the door. I pushed the door open and dragged him inside.

“Did you sedate him yet?”

“I did. This part shouldn’t take long.” I retrieved the tiny bug device Tony gave me to place on his computer and headed straight to his study.

“Jackpot! Okay Friday, take the wheel.” I placed the device on his computer and looked at the download bar on the screen.

“So you’re really not going to introduce me to this man?”

“Exactly, I really like this one and you would only mess it up for me.”

“He knows that you’re an Avenger. What could I possibly do to mess it up?”

“I don’t know Tony and quite frankly, I don’t want to find out. Stephen is too good to me, he’s normal and makes me happy. That should be more than enough for you to know about him.”

“I’m running a background check-”

“Tony Stark, do not do that!” All of Colin’s files were downloaded and Friday wiped the computer clean. I grabbed my clutch on my way out of the room and walked straight past Colin who was still unconscious on the ground.

“Well this was fun.”

“Always nice working with you sis.”

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There was a knock on my front door and I paused my movie to answer it. Stephen’s smile dimmed once his eyes landed on me which made me slightly confused.

“What’s that?”

“What’s what?” I stepped aside to let him in and he immediately titled my head to the side to get a better view of my neck.

“Why do you have a hickey on your neck?” Stephen cocked an eyebrow at me pulling his lips into a thin line.

“I told you I had to flirt my way in and no, I did not cheat on you if that's what you were thinking. Hell, I didn’t even kiss Colin.” Stephen shrugged his jacket off and threw it over the back of the sofa.

“I don’t like it.” There was no denying that he was jealous at the fact that another man had his hands on her while he was away.

“You know, for someone who doesn’t get jealous you sure are right now, Strange.” Stephen scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. I closed the distance between us and wrapped my arms around his waist.

“I’m not jealous.”

“Prove it.”

Stephen wasted no time in crashing his lips against mine, leaning down a bit to lift me off the ground. My legs wrapped around his waist as he circled the sofa to lie us down on it.

“You’re going to regret saying that Ms. Stark.”

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eviesaurusrex · 2 years

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Stephen Strange x Stark!Witch!Reader

summary: Stephen and YN—world famous Avengers (but kinda retired)—are picking up their kids from school. That’s it. That’s the summary.

word count: 1.9k

warnings: nothing, pure fluff, a bit of married bickering

author's note: These GIFs have me in a chokehold ever since seeing them for the first time. For timeline’s sake, there wasn’t a blip and no, I didn’t forget about it while writing and was too lazy to rewrite it leave me alone o.o

"Yes, Tony, we're coming. I told Pepper two weeks ago when I got her invitation," YN spoke while holding the newest (futuristic) Stark phone in hand and left the subway station. The odd stares from every single person around her were something she had become accustomed to years ago, but more like a decade. The earplugs canceled their hushed, but not hushed at all, whispers at least. "I wanted to make sure you didn't forget it—or that douchebag talked you out of it." Eye rolling, YN typed a quick text as she listened to her brother. Even after ten years of dating and six of them married, Tony still had to annoy the hell out of Stephen. "I want to see my nephews and my niece, and Morgan would love some company that can keep up with her mentally." She knew what he meant. Morgan was exceptionally bright—it was in their blood, after all—and her own children had gotten the full dose of Stark and Strange intelligence. The quartet was as close as friends could get.

She sighed softly. "Did you already talk to Midtown?" But she knew the answer to that. "You know Pepper doesn't want her to feel out of place between all the older students, so we're waiting, I guess. It's probably the best anyway." Humming, YN rounded the block corner to reach her kids' school. "I suppose it is. But you can take a deep breath now because we're coming over the weekend. But please, don't annoy my husband, would you? Try to be a decent adult for at least 48 hours. Think about it as a pre-birthday present for your most loved sister." Smiling, YN waved to one of the already waiting moms as she approached the private school's gate and laughed as she heard Tony's groan. "That's an even harder task than fighting Thanos, but yes, okay. I will try, but only if he tries as well! Gotta go, evil spawn, my girls are coming home. Don"t forget to bring the good wine!" And with that, the older Stark ended the call and left YN with a soft shake of her head.

The earplugs disappeared in her bag just as the tunes of today's end echoed over the courtyard and the first students came rushing out of the building. YN pushed her sunglasses up to place them on her head, and her smile morphed into a grin as the mop of dark curls of her youngest appeared between all the other kids. As soon as she saw her mom, the girl grinned as bright as the sun above them and hurried over the court to get to her. "MOM!" Laughing, YN caught her with open arms and pressed the five-year-old tightly against her. "Hello, sunshine," she greeted the small girl, bent down, and peppered kisses all over her head. It had been Stephen who had picked the kids up in the last couple of days because even though the couple was retired from their lives as world's mightiest heroes, sometimes the world still needed them. "Did you fight the bad people?" Ophelia was always eager to know everything about her mom's superhero duties, and YN always obliged every order to tell every single story.

They never needed books full of bedtime stories.

Pushing the soft curls behind her small ears, YN grinned. "Sure thing, munchkin. Just as easy as eating that ice cream I bought this morning and which is waiting for a special girl and her very special rainbow spoon." Ophelia started to clap while jumping on the spot. "Can I have some instead of lunch? Please, Mommy!" This kid knew what she had to do in order to soften her mother's heart, and YN nodded without thinking. "But first, I wanna see those math homework done, deal?" She had to pretend at least as if she wasn't as soft as she certainly was for her children.

Tough superhero, my ass, she thought with a smile and raised a hand to wave to her two eldest children as they finally appeared at the front door. The seven-year-old twins—Vincent and Peter—let their eyes wander, and just as they settled on top of their mother and sister, a familiar body appeared next to her.

"Right on time, I see," Stephen grinned down on his two girls, and Ophelia screeched before jumping into her father's arms. "I thought Mom would be the only one picking us up!" One could barely understand her words because her voice climbed higher and higher at the excitement she felt in her small body. The sorcerer grinned even wider. "Well, then, my surprise most definitely worked out. Hello, sunshine." He kissed her small cheeks before setting her back on the ground and opening his arms for the twins. Only Peter jumped into them, but Vincent pressed himself against his side.

His hand softly carded through his unruly mop of hair while moving Peter softly to find the perfect position. "Didn't you say something about being away for the next week?" Vincent always was the more straightforward of the twins. Peter was just happy to have his father back sooner than he thought.

Stephen hummed while walking them both the short distance over to his wife and their mother. "That's right, but I finished a lot faster than anticipated," was all he told them before reaching his wife with the knowing look in her mesmerizing eyes. "More like you threw them insult after insult in their poor faces and just vanished through one of your portals, love," she returned and waited until Peter was put back onto the ground to hug her boys. "What do we do when we see Mom after an awful lot of time, boys?" The twins blinked up to her, crystal blue eyes shining brightly and soft grins tucked at their lips. "Hello, Mom!" They both spoke in unison, and YN laughed softly before bending down and pressing loving kisses on their heads. "Hello to you too. School was okay? No bullies treating you wrongly anymore?"

YN really hoped that her talk to the headmaster was something that helped the situation instead of making it worse.

"He isn't at the school anymore. Best birthday present ever, Mom, thank you!"

Grinning with that hint of mischievousness she had to herself, the mother nodded, satisfied. "Very well, then. You guys take your sister between you, and we can head home as soon as I greet your dad." And with that, the former Stark pulled Stephen to her and enveloped his broad shoulders into a tight embrace, and took the feeling of his lips against hers in after he had bent his head. Her fingers softly carded through his dark hair while her other thumb caressed his jawline, and a soft sigh escaped her at the feeling of his skin against hers.

Even though they had known each other for so long and had been in a relationship for a decade, she felt as thrilled as she had been during their first shared kiss. YN didn’t believe that this would change anytime soon—or ever.

“Are you alright?” Stephen asked in a husky whisper, lips still touching, while his eyes opened and scanned her face for any visible marks or scratches. YN smiled up to him, gently bumping the tip of her nose against his. She may be an Avenger, and a powerful one at that, but Stephen always worried about her—but well, she worried about him just as much. “I am,” she nodded, but her barely palpable flinch as the pad of his thumb made contact with the skin stretching over her left cheekbone gave her away. Her husband’s brows furrowed tremendously, and his eyes stared at the spot, now discovering the deception his wife had created with makeup. “I didn’t want to worry the kids,” YN whispered at the sight of realization in his eyes, and Stephen nodded. “Of course. But don’t you dare think I will let you get away with this. As soon as they are nose deep in their books, I will demand a look on it, wife.” Grinning, the woman nodded. “Of course, husband,” she replied, pressing their lips together another time before turning to their beautiful children, who occupied themselves with hopscotching over the drawn numbers.

Vincent and Peter had their eyes settled on their younger sister like hawks, ready to jump to her aid whenever she stumbled. Ophelia sang happily to the rhythm of her small jumps, curls bouncing around her pretty face.

Smiling, YN let Stephen pull her into his side, arm around her shoulders and lips pressing on the top of her head. “We really have the most incredible children,” the father mumbled, still in awe of how his life had turned after the accident. And this strong, wonderful, and compassionate woman in his arm had gifted him the most precious gift life had to offer: undying love and the happiness of fatherhood.

“Don’t let Tony hear that,” she grinned softly, eyes still trained on her two sons and daughter. But then she looked up at her loving husband, who felt her gaze and looked down at her, one brow softly cocked. “Just in case you forgot about it, but they await us this weekend.” His eyes widened suddenly, and a groan left him, head falling back. “Why? Didn’t we agree on once a year in our prenup?” She hit his chest with a flat hand. “Really funny, especially because we both know very well that we never had one of these. Remember? You told me something about marrying out of pure love and utter devotion and that contracts belong to cooperations? That you weren’t another business deal I sign?” She grinned up to him, and Stephen groaned again. “I see now the advantages of said prenup. I could’ve put the once-a-year rule in it,” the sorcerer returned with a playful nudge to her chin with his finger. “That’s why we’re going. The kids could use some nature, and Lia misses Morgan. So…” Stephen cocked a brow. “Don’t you dare and say the thing you want to say right now.”

But YN said it anyway. “You’ll behave, even if my brother tries to get on your nerves,” the woman decided, but the Strange couldn’t keep it at that. “So, he can behave like a spoiled child, insult me countless times, and I have to sit it out?”

“Yes.”

“That’s unfair.”

“It’s called being an adult and how one shows that they’re upon such childish behavior.”

The verbal slugfest was quick, and the kids turned to their arguing parents. “What’s going on? Are Mommy and Daddy fighting?” Ophelia asked wide-eyed, but the boys only changed a look before Vince answered his sister. “Mom is the boss, Lia,” he grinned, and the youngest Strange giggled.

Stephen sighed again. “You win,” he gritted, but his wife only grinned wider. “What a surprise,” she teased him because, frankly, it wasn’t. She always won—Stephen would never admit it, but he couldn’t deny his wife a single request, even if it meant enduring his annoying brother-in-law for an entire weekend. He rolled his eyes lovingly before taking YN’s hand in his, lacing their fingers together, and turning to their children.

“Are we ready?”

All three of them nodded excitedly because they knew what their father would do in just a second. Shortly, the man let go of his wife to open a sparkling portal right into the foyer of the Sanctum Sanctorum, where Uncle Wong already stood, waiting. He crouched to hug the lot after the three kids had jumped over the golden threshold of the portal while Stephen held again onto his wife’s hand and led her into their shared home.

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Hope y’all enjoyed this little piece, and thanks for reading! As usual: Comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated <3

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crazycookiecrumbles · 2 years

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His Sacrifice (2)

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A/N: MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS SPOILERS

Pairings/Characters: Stephen Strange x Stark!Reader, America Chavez, Wong

Warnings: Angst, talk of death, drinking, grief, stephen lying because he’s an idiot

Summary: After rescuing America, Stephen feels a mighty need to finally rescue you from yourself.

Previous: His Sacrifice

“How is she,” Wong inquired as he stood beside Stephen. The two were in Kamar-Taj, overlooking the rebuild and the training of their students after dealing with Wanda Maximoff. You were there as well, in the distance, on a balcony by yourself, overlooking the mountains that surrounded you.

“As well as you’d think,” Stephen said quietly. “She doesn’t speak very much, but she’s stopped wishing death upon me, that’s a welcomed change.”

Wong nodded his head once, hands clasped behind his back as he and Stephen watched America stop her ‘spark creations’ and head over to join you. Wong sighed deeply as he watched America sit down next to you, “Grief is the agony of the living, Stephen. She had barely gotten over you when you returned. Y/N never dealt with her father, and now she has potentially killed her best friend.”

“And now she knows what Tony did for her,” Stephen watched you as you stared at America and seemed to be listening intently to her. “I’m worried about her.”

“You’re always worried about her,” Wong replied. “Perhaps now she can start to heal. She’s been in pain long enough, don’t you think?”

~*~

As Stephen approached you, he walked by America, who quickly caught his eye. She made a gesture to show drinking, then pointed at you over her shoulder with her thumb. Stephen sighed, knowing that somehow you must have managed to convince one of these students to either make you or find you alcohol.

He stood behind you as you sat there humming, legs swinging freely back and forth over the ledge. He sat down next to you. In your hands was a large black water bottle. Stephen watched you take a long swig of it, the smell of wine hitting him immediately. He grimaced as he studied you and remembered all those times you talked about how much you hated your father’s alcoholism and dreaded ever following his footsteps in that direction, and yet, here you were.

Stephen took the bottle and gave it a shake, surprised to see how empty it was quickly becoming. He waved his hand over the bottle and handed it back to you. You grinned seeing it was full again, but when you took a sip, you scoffed. “You turned my wine into water. That’s, like, reverse biblical.”

“Y/N, you’re turning into your father. Do you think he wants this for you?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t know. Can’t ask him, can I?”

“He —“

“I probably just killed my best friend, Stephen, and I just found out my dad died for me. Give me a break here.”

Oh, how he was going to regret this.

Inhaling deeply, he shook his head. “No, you don’t get a break. No more breaks for you, Y/N. You’ve had enough.”

Giggling, you turned to face him. You shook the bottle in his face before using it to point at him, “You’ve had enough.”

“I’m not kidding,” He yanked the botlte out of your hand and set it down on the ground beside you. You pouted, muttering that you didn’t care because it wasn’t even what you wanted anymore. Stephen huffed in annoyance and took your chin in his hand, forcing you to face him as he leaned in close to speak to you. “I know you’re in pain, but you didn’t deal with it then, you have to deal with it now. You are not the Y/N I fell in love with, you are just an empty shell of the incredible woman she was. I miss her. I need her back.”

Hiccuping, you raised your hand to grab Stephen’s wrist and lower his hand, removing his hold on you. You shook your head, a pained smile on your face as you looked in every direction but Stephen’s, “She’s not coming back, Strange. That person mourned you for five years. She retired and moved in with her dad because she couldn’t be alone.” You laughed to yourself once more, a sad, weak, pitiful laugh that made Stephen frown, “And now she can’t stand to be anything but alone.”

“You don’t have to grieve me anymore,” he said quietly as he took your hands in his. His cloak wandered off of his shoulders and floated to yours, wrapping around you in an embrace that made your heart skip a beat. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere --”

“No?” You countered quickly. “Because I seem to be losing a lot of people in a very short amount of time. I can’t keep doing this, I can’t. I just feel empty, Stephen. I feel so empty and nothing makes it go away and I don’t know what to do anymore. I can’t do this anymore. I’m not strong enough --”

Stephen released your hands and stood up on his feet quickly. He grabbed your sohulders and yanked you to your feet as well, spinning you around until you were left facing him and looking up, “Not strong enough? You put up with my pampered ass after my acident --

“Well, texting and driving is pretty stupid --”

“I wasn’t text and driving --”

“You can’t lie to me, I can feel your heartbeat,” you muttered, your hand rising to rest on his chest. “I don’t even have to do this anymore to know when you’re lying, I can just feel your heartbeat without touching and I know...try again.”

Caught in his lie, Stephen moved on, thought it was hard to do as he realized how his heart started racing just from your touch, “Regardless, you dealt with me. You did everything you could for me, even when I was lashing out and screaming at you. You never left my side, Y/N, not once, not even when I gave you more than enough reason to.”

You shrugged your shoulder as you looked at your feet, “And years later, I wished you were dead.”

Stephen nodded once, “That you did -- but I...I didn’t help you after your father --”

“I didn’t let you -- “

“I didn’t push,” he confessed. “I didn’t push to stay in your life like you did for me. I, regrettably, let you go. I thought it was for the better. I thought it would help you heal. I--I made that mistake.I don’t want to make it again,” Stephen’s hands came up to cup your face gingerly as he rasied your head to look into his eyes once more. “I’m not asking for you to love me again. I’m just asking for you to let me in.”

Your jaw quivered as your eyes welled with tears, “I can’t deal with another loss, Stephen, and not you, and not again. I can’t do it.”

“You won’t lose me,” Stephen replied. “There is not a thing in this universe, or any, that will keep me away from you, never again. Let me in, Y/N.”

~*~

Being alone had become a comfort to you since your father’s passing. You couldn’t stand to be near anyone, your powers, like you, were out of control, and living in isolation just seemed safer, easier. Being alone felt like the best possible way to protect your heart, but Stephen wouldn’t sit back anymore.

Kamar-Taj, he realized, was not exactly what you had needed. Perhaps looking at the destruction your best friend had done was not the constant reminder you needed of putting her through a portal, not knowing if she survived or not. Instead, you found yourself staying in the Sanctum. You were given plenty of space, so as not to overwhelm you, to not push too hard, but given just enough attention to show you that Stephen meant what he said, and that he, once again, was finally able to uphold a promise.

Years of diappointment from Stephen because of emergency surgeries, award ceremonies, the sheer arrogance that followed him everywhere he went, seemed to slowly melt away as a better man appeared in his place and seemed to be fulfilling the role you had always wanted from him.

Some mornings were horrible. Getting out of bed was a task you couldn’t undertake. Instead of yanking the covers off and kicking you out of bed, Stephen was there with a coffee and pastry from your favorite bakery. Sometimes, he was sitting on the floor, his back leaning against your bedframe as he drabbled on about something Wong had told him about ‘dark ancient mysteries’ and more things of the like that he, admittedly, was not paying attention to, but he knew youd’ be entertained by whatever he actually did manage to listen to.

On other days, Stephen was showing you the world. You had been sheltered in hiding for so long, that he felt you needed to really breathe and let loose. Sometimes, you were at the top of a mountain, and you let out a scream of grrief that let an avalanche cascade for miles. Other times, he was fulfilling his own fantasy of whisking you away to places he never had the chance to when he was a neurosurgeon. It was at those times that Stephen realized there was a part of you that he remembered still being there, the little fire inside you that had yet to completely be blown away by grief grew more and more each day.

Some nights you’d take a portal into a historical library in the middle of the night to wander around in silence while security tried to find out who was wandering their halls and giggling. Other times, you were devouring frites in Belgium before exploring the countryside.

Perhaps you and Stephen had yet to reignite the long relationship you two once had. Stephen was afraid of pushing you too far and too soon, no matter how much his heart ached for you. And you? You were still terrified of the thought of losing Stephen again, keeping you from doing anything more than patting him on his arm while thinking back on the kisses you two used to share.

Perhaps, one day, neither of you would allow your fear to overtake your love.

Final part

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science-hoes · 1 year

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I don’t want to hear “Oh I’m sorry you had a bad day, here are some flowers”

I want to hear “Oh I’m sorry you had a bad day, here’s a new x reader fic with your comfort character”

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deantavias · 1 year

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oh yeah i love reading (fan-fictions to dissociate).

#the 100 #supernatural #outer banks #rafe cameron memes #sam winchester x reader #dean winchester x female!reader #jj maybank x reader #spencer reid x reader #bellamy blake x reader #fem reader #bucky barnes x y/n #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #stephen strange x reader #tony stark x reader #tchalla x reader #oliver queen x reader

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montcumbry-gaytor · 1 year

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Could you do the baby got back ask with the marvel men

This ass can be put to great use, and so can theirs 🤭🤭🤭

(plz include Steve, tony, Bucky, Thor… etc 🤭)

Anaconda

Marvel Men with a Reader with a big ass <3

• TONY "IRON MAN" STARK

No doubt slaps your ass, Maybe grabs it

Slapped it once with his little portable iron man hand thing and it bruised

Badly.

He kissed it better

He specifically has a chair for u and it has subtle divots of ur ass

He wants to make bowls from the shape of ur asscheek

Has slapped ur ass in while coming into a meeting room

No shame

• STEVE "CAPTAIN AMERICA" ROGERS

This boy is tall.

Like his pelvis meets with ur lower back.

He thinks ur the perfect size to come up behind cause his titties rest on your shoulders

Runs his hands on your waist and then Squeezes that shit

From how fuckin rough he is he demolishes ur ass

There will be bruises.

When ur laying down he kisses ur butt where he left bruises and apologizes

genuinely feels bad that he's insanely rough

• THOR ODINSON

He worships your ass

Has never seen anything like it

He has his hands all over it cause like.. it's not taboo to show affection in Asgard

He likes eating ur ass

"A gift from Venus no doubt"

Definitely carries u

"A man as well looking as you shouldn't be walking."

Thinks ur living, breathing, ethereal royalty

• LOKI LAUFEYSON

Won't deny how smitten he is about it

Is a starer and will gaslight his way into not being caught

Hand accidentally brushes it while walking beside you?

Definitely ruins him

He wants you to bounce your ass on him like no tommorow

You in a suit?

He fainted, literally.

Thor laughed at him for days.

• JAMES "BUCKY" BARNES

Will grab the waistband of your pants / underwear and jus-

sNAP THEM SHIT

Very touchy behind closed doors

Doesn't like showing PDA

Will deadass grovel to his knees and kiss it

If he's feeling like a BITCH he will bite it

No hesitation

If u pull his hair and tell him off about it he totally gets off on it

• DR. STEPHEN "DOCTOR "STRANGE

This man is a magician and previously a Neurosurgeon

Skilled with his hands

Literally up to no good,

Cannot bend over with him ANYWHERE near u

Even then u cannot trust him to not slip his hand thru a portal and f with u

Knows you love it

"It was the cloak"

The cloak proceeded to try and choke him out.

It was not happy

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supercap2319 · 4 months

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Y/N all but ran into the living room where Tony, Natasha, And Stephen were. Tony was tinkering with a project he was working on. Natasha was watching Brave. And Stephen was hovering in the air, his magical cape feeding him popcorn. When they saw Y/N, they frowned. "What's wrong with you, Kid?"

"I just saw Peter." Y/N gasped.

"And what did Underoos do?"

"I caught him masturbating to a picture of me. This is the most embarrassing moment of my life. Even more embarrassing than the time I found out Mr. Doctor Stephen Strange did internet porn for money."

Stephen's eyes widened at that and he fell on his ass. Tony looked down at the sorcerer. "You did?"

"I was in college and I needed the money. Damn, I thought I erased all those away with magic." Stephen mumbled.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #doctor strange #stephen strange #benedict cumberbatch #tom holland #peter parker #tony stark #natasha romanoff #robert downey jr #scarlet johansson

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yandereaffections · 1 year

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Marvel Masterlist

looking for spiderman/peter parker? He has his own Masterlist ❤

Steve Rogers

Delusional Steve

Pregnant S/o

Single Parent S/o

Headcannons

Tony Stark vs Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes vs Steve Rogers

Touchy with friends S/o

How Steve spoils S/o

Amnesiac S/o

Nuclear Apocalypse

Killer Steve

Werewolf Steve

Avenger S/o

Rebellious S/o

Steve finding S/o after running away with another man

Hearing S/o sing

S/os friend helping them Escape

Trying to break up with him

S/o goes missing

Steve protecting Villain S/o

Famous S/o

Delusional 50s Fantasy

Clinging onto S/o who doesn’t like being touched

Hospitalized S/o

S/o Framed into Execution

Living in the 40s with S/o

S/o who can die from pregnancy

Bucky/Steve sharing S/o

S/o who is already dating

Insecure S/o

Professor Steve dating College student S/o

necromancer S/o

Haunted House w/ Steve and Bucky

Werewolf Vampire Hybrid Steve

Alien S/o hiding parts of themselves

Ghost Steve communicating through Ouija Board

Figuring out S/os a Lizard human hybrid

S/o suffering from constant headaches

Someone attempting to drug S/o

Model S/o

At a BLM Protest

House spouse S/o

Easily scared S/o who loves horror movies

Doing his makeup when hes asleep

Platonic relationship with his daughter

S/o spending more time with bucky and sam

Magical girl hero S/o

S/o being on team Iron man during civil war

Bucky Barnes

Headcannons

Winning you over

Bucky Barnes vs Natasha Romanoff

S/o that loves their Stalker

Bucky Barnes vs Steve Rogers

Winter Solider Falling for a Civilian

Gore + Torture TW

Hunted Down

Trick or Treating w/ Bucky

Perusing Dating after Hydra

S/o who is affectionate towards friends

Bucky as a Parent

Prioritizing your child over him

Bucky being in college while S/os still in HS

Bucky w/ Daughter, platonic

S/o w/ cystic fibrosis

S/o who is scared of Bucky

Shoving Buckys head into your chest when angry

King Bucky

Soulmate AU

Crush with a shit boyfriend

S/o that loves pampering Bucky

Running away cause Someone broke in

Running away to the Police

Steve/Bucky sharing S/o

Recently freed Bucky taking refuge with you

Cuddlebug S/o

Pro baker S/o

kpop fan Dancer S/o

Halloween Date

Yandere Letter

Haunted House w/ Steve and Bucky

Shy S/o

Werewolf S/o

Witch S/o accidentally turning herself into a cat

Oblivious S/o

Darlings scared of bugs

Petite S/o

Artistic s/o

Getting a handmade blanket from S/o

S/o insecure about their high pitched voice

S/o whos always tired

Treating his wounds

Torture

Touch starved S/o that doesnt know how to show affection

S/o drools in their sleep

Air head S/o

Darling who enjoys being taken care of

S/o whos kidnapped by random people

Fluff Headcannons

“it feels like home when im with you”

S/o who was verbally abused as a kid, made to believe youll never be loved

Darling who has shit friends

Hydra S/o who tries to brainwash him again

S/o who jokes around when nervous

S/o that likes to be carried by his metal arm

S/o with a regular prosthetic arm

S/o got injured trying to escape

General protective HC

Stephen Strange

Using his powers to get his S/o

Chasing S/o down

Insecure S/o

Single Parent S/o

Apprentice S/o

Jealous of his Cloak

Using his powers on his Dead S/o

Kidnapping S/o

Yandere Cloak

“Be good for me this time. I don’t want to see you cry again.”

Jealous

Patient S/o

Tony Stark vs Stephen Strange

Taking their S/o away from their abusive family

S/o with a flat chest

Red string of fate AU

S/o with PTSD

Oblivious S/o

Apprentice S/o getting hurt

Poly Naga Stephen + Tony

Cannibal S/o

Accident Prone S/o

Comforting Anxious S/o

Watching S/o sleep

S/o getting hurt during a city attack

Healer S/o distrusting him cause they think hes using them

S/o favoring his cape as a coping mechanism

Asexual S/o

Darling with narcolepsy and chronic pain

S/o is as good and talented as him

Sneaking out only to come back with puppies

S/o who has bad anxiety attacks

Using his cape to find S/o who sleeps in odd places

Chaotic s/o

Quiet s/o playing ACNH

S/os first time seeing snow

S/o whose ok with being kidnapped as long as they can go to amusement parks

Kidnapped S/o keeps passing out due to fear

S/o wanting to dance in the rain

S/o has the power to teleport

Demon S/o

Thor Odison

Headcannons

NS FW headcannons

Loki vs Thor

Loki vs Thor Preference

Stronger than Thor thinks S/o

Teaching Thor about Halloween

Finding Puppies

Loki Odison

Headcannons

Loki vs Thor

Loki vs Thor Preference

S/o in arranged marriage

Using a Love Potion on his S/o

Naga Loki

Affectionate S/o

Teasing his S/o

Valentines Day

S/o who can sing

Insecure S/o who keeps rejecting him

S/os Suicide TW

Brutally taking his Soul mate

Supportive S/o

Harassed S/o

Possessive S/o

Liking his Hair touched by S/o

Halloween Date

Someone cat calling his Darling

Drunk S/o

Asexual s/o

S/o whos best friends with Tony

Depressed S/o

Magica girl S/o

Vampire loki hunting down a s/o whos having fun with it

Platonic yandere HC

T’Challa

Headcannons

T’challa Vs Erik

S/o getting Married to someone else after he gets Snapped

Tony Stark

Headcannons

“I sent you more gifts! do you like them?!

NS FW headcannons

Sugar Daddy

S/o getting attention to the constant attention he attracts

Tony Stark vs Steve Rogers

Cold in Public yet Cuddly in Private

Pushover S/o

Tsundere S/o

Jealous of the amount of attention Steves giving S/o

The Purge

Plus size Lingerie model S/o

“How else would they know you belonged to me?”

“its like you were made for me”

S/o who doesnt mind his Yandere tendencies

Jealous Tony

Finding a kitten

Shy/Book-wormy S/o

Valentines Day

Stephen Strange vs Tony Stark

S/os first relationship

Nerdy S/o

Poor yet incredibly Sweet S/o

S/o not wanting anything to do with Tony

Touchy S/o Hiding behind him

Zombie Apocalypse

Sugar Daddy to a Male College student S/o

Single Parent S/o

Learning S/o has Terminal Heart Cancer

S/o with a Prosthetic Leg

Cute S/o that listens to Death Metal

Drawing Tony in a maid outfit

Blind S/o

Vampire S/o

S/o who shuts down after kidnapping

Yandere S/o protecting their Love interest

Punishing S/o who tried to escape

Artist S/o

S/o who can see ghosts

Suicidal S/o TW

“Hey demons its ya boy”

Making Halloween costumes

Poly Naga Stephen+Tony

Tonys Type

Hunted Down

S/o having a delayed reaction to being Kidnapped

Injured S/o

S/o being hit on by Quentin Beck

Cyber stalking

S/os in the military

Crush thinking his Flirts are only jokes

Losing S/o to the Snap

Comforting S/o after a bad day

Strong Kick ass S/o

Not knowing S/o immortal, watching them get stabbed

S/o loving DIY stuff

Finding out S/o been begging to Jarvis to help them escape

S/o secretly making robo stuff

S/o having inhuman strength

terrorist S/o

S/o calling ptsd “spicy nostalgia”

Tonys s/o phasing through security after being kidnapped

Life Threatening Situation

Male S/o is a single parent

Modest S/o wont let him spoil them

S/o in a depressive episode

What kind of gifts does he buy his darling

How he shows affection

dealing with competing suitors

Proposal HC

Vampire Tony Hunted down

Incubus Tony

Assassin S/o

Natasha Romanoff

Headcannons

Dealing with competition

Wanda vs Natasha

Bucky vs Natasha

S/o whos not into girls

Hunted Down

S/o Disobeying

Avenger S/o

Choosing S/os Clothes

Shy s/o

Wanda Maximoff

Wanda vs Natasha

Headcannons

Bisexual S/o

Vampire Wanda

ADHD & Autistic S/o

Okoye

Headcannons

S/o who runs away

Nick Fury

Headcannons

Shy and Quiet S/o

Bruce Banner

Being able to control his emotions

Headcannons

Hela Odison

Headcannons

Carol Danvers-

headcannons

Powerful S/o

Single parent s/o

Oblivious S/o

Oblivious S/o is getting flirted with

Vision

Hunted down

Doc Oc

Parental/Platonic HC

Steve Rodgers

NS FW HC

Cockwarming

Vocal Steve

Turned on during a mission

College Virgin S/o slightly

Breeding HC

Femdom

Bucky Barnes

Stealing S/os underwear

Another Underwear Stealing

NS FW alphabet

NS FW Headcannons

Sexually frustrated Bucky

Getting Caught

Dominate Bucky

Sitting on his face

Stephen Strange

NS FW headcannons

Thor

Werewolf Thors Heat

Loki

NS FW headcannons

NS FW alphabet

Orgasm denial + Aphrodisiac

Tony Stark

NS FW Alphabet

S/o has a high Sex Drive

S/os First Time

Corruption

NON-CON Bdsm TW

Submissive tony

Natasha

“You’re such a pretty little thing tied up like that”

NS FW headcannons

Wanda

NS FW headcannons

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boop-le-snoot · 1 year

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dear passive fanfic readers, please kindly write something about you in your bio and reblog at least 2-3 posts so I know you are not a pornbot

#marvel masterlist #mcu masterlist #tony stark smut #stephen strange smut #steve rogers smut #bucky barnes smut #wanda maximoff x you #please rb #i may have accidentally blocked legitimate readers 😭

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gh0stlygen0 · 2 years

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Marvel Characters reactions to asking if they'd still love you if you were a worm

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Warnings: None!

Characters featured: Tony, Steve, Bruce, Thor, Loki, Natasha, Clint, Scott, Stephen, Peter, T'Challa, Vision, Wanda, Sam, Bucky

Genre: Comedy

Reader's Gender: Male aligned

Reader's Age: Not specified!

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Tony: "A worm? Ew no, I would step on you and watch you squirm under my shoe for fun and leave you to burn on the concrete."

Steve: "A worm?... As in the bug?.. Why would you be a worm?.."

Bruce: "What kinda question is that?"

Thor: "Loki is a two faced snake and I still hold him dear to my heart, of course I would love you if you were turned into a worm!"

Loki: ".... Pardon?.."

Natasha: *starts laughing at how fucking stupid the question is and doesn't answer after laughing for a straight 5 minutes, walking away while shaking her head and giving you a few pats on your shoulder before leaving, still laughing*

Clint: "No."

Scott: "Oh my god a worm?! Of course I would!! We can be Ant-Man and Worm-guy! Most kickass duo on the block."

Stephen: "I draw the line at bugs, I'll pass.."

Peter: "A worm? I mean..."

*thinks about it for a second*

"I guess so? You'd still be you, just- really small, and pink... And squishy and slimy... And- I'll stop, sorry."

T'Challa: "... Are you feeling alright? Have you eaten today? Did you get enough sleep?.."

Vision: "I'm not quite sure I understand what you're trying to ask. Why are you a worm?"

Wanda: *small laugh*

"Of course. I'd be right behind you turning into a worm as well. We can be happy worms together."

Sam: *stares at you with a blank face*

"Is that a serious question."

Bucky: *silence for a few seconds as he furrows his brows*

"... Huh?"

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seikkoi · 1 month

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ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ | t. stark & s. strange x f!reader

Step one: Work at one of the most successful research laboratories in the country. Step two: Don't fuck it up. Step two and a half: Do not fuck it up.

content/warnings: mildly dubious consent (sooo uncharacteristic of me), degradation, power dynamics, voyeurism, shy reader, org*sm denial, v*ginal fingering word count: 2.6k a/n: im having a small fixation on our favorite witchy doctor dont worry abt it

Shitshitshit!

You chastised yourself mentally over and over again, watching the bright blue numbers tick downwards. It might make sense to get up, scramble across the lab, fling your hand around the incubator and pull the plug. That’s what an amateur would do, but you’re an expert and know that will do fuck all for you now. Then again, an expert would have set the goddamned temperature correctly.

You’d fallen asleep at your desk–a natural consequence of several late nights collecting data (or drowning in term papers and reports). In your half-awake state, right before your head hits the table, you set the temperature twenty degrees lower than it should be. Dreamland gave no clues to the impending doom awaiting you. Instead, you dreamt of a tropical paradise. Your sunny fantasia was inevitably interrupted by the persistent beep that echoed the labs walls.

The digits keep trickling down, and you rest your head in your heads. All you can do is wait for it to hit zero. Thousands of synthetic cultures–gone. That was two months of work down the drain, and your bosses expected a very long report, printed and neatly stapled by the end of this week.

You were so fucking fired.

The numbers finally stop, the computer beeping tauntingly as if you needed verbal confirmation on how screwed you were. You could not even begin to imagine how you would explain this. You worked at one of the best laboratories in the world, there wasn’t room for rookies errors here. Especially not when they come from supposed wannabe professionals like you (and cost millions of dollars). Your first week some larger-than-life MIT grad used the wrong inventory system and was gone by noon. You weren’t any better, just some Ph.D candidate trying to boost her resume.

The computer stops, and in its absence you pick up on the slight tick of the clock on the desk. The red analog reads 9:57 PM. Late, but not too late for your bosses to still be around. You’re nauseous with guilt, but you can’t imagine carrying it through the night, working with nothing through the rest of week just to get canned on Friday.

No, you’d accept your fate now.

If you were lucky, you’d only have to talk to one of them.

You don’t have a preference for either. Stark had no issue showing dissatisfaction through his words, often sternly and without grace. The good part was that he was the same way with praise, although you rarely managed to earn that. Strange on the other hand was, well, strange. You barely interacted with him, but when you did you always left the conversation not sure if he despised you or merely tolerated your presence. It changed your working attitude from focusing on the science to scrambling for perfection to gain even the faintest ounce of approval.

Obviously, not well enough if you were making Alaska-sized mistakes like this. Both were equally arrogant (unfortunately, well deserved) and you knew neither of them well enough to plead for your job.

You make your way down the dim hallway, passing the empty offices and labs. More than one mental pep talk passes through your mind. The end of the hallway held your demise, a cracked open door holding an illuminating light and a pair of voices.

All you could do was hope they weren’t too harsh.

Beyond the wooden door, you listen to two voices argue indiscriminately.

“I suppose you think we should just give it away.” one says exasperatedly, and you figure this is Stark by the sarcasm laced in each syllable.

“No,” the other sighs, “but our shareholders will never agree to this price point.”

“The shareholders will agree to whatever we tell them to.”

“You’re right, to a point. Still, we need to be realistic in our expectation of returns.”

“We haven’t done all this work for realism. We did it for profit and you want to sell our hard work to the lowest bidder.”

You tapped your knuckles against the oak door, heart beating in your chest. You went through a couple of opening lines–promises about how this would never happen again and pleas for understanding. Logically, you knew neither were likely to be granted. The voices on the other side grant you entrance that you take nervously. Inside, Stark sits at the large desk in the middle of the room. Strange stands beside him, peering over papers that you presume sparked their conversation.

At the sight of you, both men seem to soften their hardened expressions. Whatever nonsense flared their words a moment ago is gone, replaced by confusion by their junior researcher at their door this late. Strange glances at the timepiece on his wrist before you can say anything, scoffing and shaking his head.

“Yes, [y/n]?”

The annoyance drips, clearly not amused by your poorly timed visit. You wring your fingers in front of your body.

“Firstly, sirs, I want to apologize, there was a mistake with the incubator, and the cultures were destroyed.”

You wish you sounded more confident, but instead your eyes dart between the men and the floor. Your omission tumbles out in a whiny tone, waiting on every syllable for their faces to turn and tell you how stupid you were and how much you cost them in time and resources. That’s not how it goes, however.

Stark leans back in the leather desk chair, metal creaking as his arms are crossed in front of his body. He makes an annoyed face, sure, but not the angry scowl you were dreading.

Strange’s reaction is even more peculiar, chuckling slightly and glancing back at Tony.

“Did the incubator make a mistake, or did you?” he says lightheartedly, a grin stretching on his face, yet the words create a swell in your throat.

Tony seems to find it amusing as well, watching Strange stalk towards you. He stops in the middle of the office. You’re less than two yards away, trying not to tremble under his gaze.

“I did, sir, I’m sorry. I’ll gather my things and leave.” you whispered, hanging your head in shame.

Your feet are on autopilot, turning for the door until Strange speaks again.

“Oh, there’s no need for that.” he chuckles. “Right, Tony?”

You turn back to see him looking towards Stark, who hums in approval. Even more confused, you watch as Strange beckons you closer, and you obey on instinct.

“I don’t think it’s a good look for a Ph.d candidate to have a termination from such a large company on her record.” Tony coos from his chair.

“No, not at all. That might just tarnish her future.” Strange adds.

Their eyes rake over you. Stephen beckons you forward again, and you comply once more. Clearly, they were mocking you before giving you the boot. The condescending drip in their voices leaves your skin hot with embarrassment.

“We wouldn’t want that for you, sweetheart.” Tony sits up as Strange guides you towards the desk, a large hand resting on your back.

“I-I don’t understand.” you stammer.

They both share another laugh at your confusion. Stephen stands behind you once you reach the desk. He nudges you forward until your hips are flush against the edge. There’s still separation, but not enough that you can’t sense his body right behind yours.

“I’m sure a smart girl like you knows how valuable you are to us,” Tony locks eyes with you as Strange twirls your hair in his fingers. The touch shocks you to turn back to him, only for Strange to push you back to face Tony.

“Everyone makes mistakes, after all.”

Your eyes widen when Stephen presses his body into yours, easily towering over you. Heavy hands trail down your jean-covered hips, hot enough to burn your skin through the denim.

“We’re very understanding, I’m sure we can work something out.” Stephen’s voice purrs in your ear, warm breath tickling your throat.

The glittering look in Stark’s eye is all too familiar, watching Stephen’s hands get acquainted with every inch of your form. You shudder under his touch. The blood in your veins runs cold as you catch a wink between the two men–and suddenly, you understand.

“Wouldn’t want your career to end before it even starts now would we?” Tony taunts.

Fingers tease along your side. Soon, they work their way under your shirt, grazing the skin of your midriff.

Any lingering uncertainty is snuffed when Stephen presses further into you. The desk digs into your hips, trapping you between it and the tall doctor.

“I can’t–we can’t–this isn’t–”

Each attempt at a full sentence fails under Tony's lustful gaze. It’s quite enjoyable watching you fail against Stephen. Recruitment always seemed to be just the prettiest research assistants. Who could blame them for finally getting an opportunity for a taste?

Not to mention you did just cost them a small fortune with your little mistake. Contrary to your beliefs, though, they liked your work ethic (and you, for that matter). Letting go of such a helpful piece of eye candy simply wouldn’t do. That doesn’t mean that kindness is a guarantee.

“No?” Tony hums. “Well, we could always let you go. We can give a shining recommendation, of course having to mention your little incompetencies.”

Being blacklisted would kill you. All you wanted was to work in this field. Years of late nights and term papers down the drain was a far greater loss than a few synthetic cultures.

“Please, you don’t have to do that.” you plead. Behind you, Strange’s beard scratches your throat. His hands travel further north, dancing on the hem of your bra. Goosebumps spread across your skin.

“Like I said, I’m sure we can all come to some sort of compromise.” Stephen’s voice drops low and heavy, enveloping on your covered breasts in his right hand. He squeezes gently, tweaking your nipple through the padded fabric.

“W-what if someone finds out–please, just–”

“Oh, don’t you worry, honey. We know how to be discreet.” Tony smirks.

Your eyes can never seem to leave Tony’s, watching his smile grow as your arousal does. It’s against your doing. Stephen completely surrounds you, touching any part of you he could reach. You gasp when the doctor’s idle hand finds your other nipple, rocking himself into you as you squirm.

“I think she wants to keep her job, don’t you, honey?” Stephen chimes in.

You nod nervously. If this would save your career, so be it. People have slept with their bosses for less, right? And you certainly weren’t blind, both men were attractive in their own rights, able to pander through a catalog of women much smarter and much more their style. It begs the question why they were doing this all–crossing such a boundary with a goddamned graduate student.

“Oh no, honey, we’ll need to hear you say it.”

You barely blink, nor breath, all brain power zeroing in on Strange’s heat pressed into you. Tony raises an impatient eyebrow and you manage to answer out of the need to appease him and keep your job.

“Yes, I’ll do whatever you want.”

The second the words leave you, Stephen’s hand disappears from your shirt to push you over the desk. You would’ve face planted straight into it had his palms not wrapped tightly around each of your wrists, yanking your arms. You try to sit up, uncomfortably pressed between Stephen Itchy wool suit pants and the wooden desk. Tony gleams down at you as the doctor keeps a firm hand splayed across your back, his right hand reaching around for the zipper of your jeans.

In the next moment, you feel cool air bend around your bare legs. Before you can have anything even remotely resembling second thoughts, your lace panties are quickly pulled to your ankles as well. Warmth flushes across your cheeks, feeling Stephen’s hungry eyes and fingers on your exposed cunt–all while Tony’s eyes stay locked onto you, smile growing wider as your shame does.

That became harder the second rough hands grab the supple flesh of your ass before a teasing finger slid across wet folds. You squirmed against Stephen’s hold on your wrists, trying desperately to look anywhere but at your boss as you bit back a soft gasp.

“I think our pretty little assistant is feeling a bit shy, Stephen.” Tony declares, reaching out to caress the side of your face not pressed into the surface. It sends butterflies up your spine at how gently he draws tight circles on the skin of your cheek, humming in satisfaction from how roughly Stephen roams over your body.

“Tsk, I hardly believe that, as wet as she is right now.” he murmurs, distracted by the mess you wish you weren’t making.

You kept your lips pierced tightly between your teeth, lids squeezing shut when a long digit pushes into your aching walls. A deep groan from Strange echoes behind you. You hardly had time to eat, let alone maintain a social life. This meant it had been almost months since you’d slept with anyone–leaving needy and aching from the simplest touch. Even if it was your boss.

You instinctively try to pull forward when a second finger is roughly added, and this time you can’t stop the whimper as you stretch around him.

“There it is–feels good doesn’t it? Don’t be shy, honey.” Tony’s voice sounds like smolding ice, freezing your nerves and setting your skin on fire.

You almost hate yourself for how good this feels, Stephen pistoning in and out of your cunt until the sounds of your arousal against his fingers flood the office walls. All while Tony strokes your face like you're made of fine china. It’s far more than your body can handle, stomach already tightening with each pulse of the doctor’s fingers.

“Go ahead, hon’, tell us how much you like it.”

Your face warms. From his touch or embarrassment, you’re not sure. You stammer under the heat, trying to look anywhere but Tony’s piercing eyes.

Stephen’s hand comes down strong on your exposed ass, earning a loud cry from you as you strain against his hold. It shouldn’t make your head spin as much as it does.

“That wasn’t a request, answer him.” the doctor commands, gripping your wrists even tighter. When you take a second too long to muster a response, another strike falls on your opposite cheek. Your nerves are nearly disintegrated, still relishing good his finger feel stretching your cunt.

“It–it’s good, it feels–” you cry out once more when he spanks you again, taunting you for being too quiet.

“It feels really good, sir.” you say louder, nearly shouting into the wood as your legs shake.

Tony laughs above you, only worsening your shame. It’s an easily forgotten feeling–Stephen’s fingers curl inside you, testing each angle until he finds the one that makes you squirm. Soon enough, you forget where you are entirely, barely able to tell where your skin and theirs begin. Your high is far too close to care about the way Tony watches you, or how bruised your wrists will be after Stephen’s done with you.

Just as your mind starts to split into two, it’s quickly interrupted. Stephen withdraws from your soaking cunt, leaning over you to press you impossibly further into the desk, unbuckling the leather belt at his waist. You jerk your head up at the ache between your legs, meeting Tony’s devilish smirk. Warm lips grace your ear, chuckling at your needy panting.

“Aw, poor thing. Don’t think we’d let you off that easy–you’ll need to earn it.” Stephen whispers.

As he sinks into you, you get the feeling this mistake will take quite some time to pay back.

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Marvel Masterlist

One Shots

Spook-vengers Tower - Reader, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Peter Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson (all platonic)

Better Than Gifts - Reader, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Peter Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Wanda, Vision, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson (all platonic)

New Years Eve - Steve Rogers x Reader ft. The Avengers, Doctor Strange, Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes (all platonic)

Not Making It Out - Loki x Reader

Love Is Sacrifice - Loki x Reader

Champion Selection - Loki x Reader

My Mistakes - Loki x Reader

The Task - Loki x Reader

Pulled From The Timeline - Loki x Reader

Poisoned Ice - Loki x Reader

Pompeii - Loki x Reader

Madripoor - Bucky x Reader

Why Would I? - Bucky x Reader

A Small Thing - Bucky x Reader

Not The Worst - Bucky x Reader

A Little Help - Bucky x Reader

When You Wake - Bucky x Reader

What We Started - Bucky x Reader

Kiss Her, Captain. - Steve x Reader

Attacked - Steve x Reader

Aftermath - Steve x Reader

The Drink Allergy - Steve x Reader

A Subtle Escape - Steve x Reader

A New Mission - Tony x Reader (platonic)

3am - Frank Castle x Reader (platonic)

Trick or Eat - Venom x Reader (platonic)

Halloween Cookie Surprise - Venom x Reader (platonic)

When Ghosts Hunt - Robbie Reyes x Reader

Under The Flame - Robbie Reyes x Reader

As Imagined - Ben Poindexter x Reader

Surprise Guest - Clint Barton, Reader, Kate Bishop

Earpiece Patch - Clint Barton, Reader, Kate Bishop

Imagines + Mini Fic

Imagine Steve wanting to propose but having to hold off because of the Civil War

Imagine Steve's surprise when you hit an entitled party guest

Imagine flirting with Steve much to his surprise

Imagine inviting Steve to the newly created Memorial Centre

Imagine a kiss from Steve to distract you from blinding pain

Imagine boldly telling Steve how you feel mid-mission

Imagine waking Steve up after being disturbed by a nightmare

Imagine being paired with Steve during the time-travel mission

Imagine Steve’s anger when you go off book during a mission

Imagine being the last person that Tony tells about 'moving day'

Imagine Bucky’s therapist asking about you

Imagine laughing at Bucky after his failed plane jump

Imagine getting caught in the crossfire of John Walker’s rampage

Imagine trying to talk John Walker down at Zemo’s apartment

Imagine waiting for Bucky and his cake delivery

Imagine convincing Bucky to get back into dating

Imagine taking Bucky to meet his dinner date

Imagine being ambushed by HYDRA while waiting for Bucky

Imagine Bucky being present when you wake up

Imagine refusing to work with Loki at the TVA

Imagine Loki trying to explain his theory to you on a busy day

Imagine Loki being asked to let you go

Imagine discovering that Loki is to aid in the escape of Asgard

Imagine Loki falling asleep on your hand

Imagine Mobius shocking you with an idea regarding Loki

Imagine Loki hearing about your variants

Imagine sending Mobius to calm Loki after you’re injured

Imagine Loki stealing your pie at the TVA

Imagine your surprise when Thor brings Loki to Norway

Imagine learning that Hela wants you dead too

Imagine waking up on Sakaar to find Loki trying to help

Imagine asking Thor about a gift that you gave him

Imagine Thor trying to grant you visitation with Loki

Imagine Thor learning that you’re in Norway with his father

Imagine Thor asking Loki about your whereabouts on Sakaar

Imagine finding Venom raiding your pantry

Imagine spending the holidays alone in Avengers Tower

Imagine checking on Robbie’s injuries

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Imagine Marc Spector inquiring about your hand injury

Imagine Khonshu trying to convince you to be his avatar

Imagine going present shopping for the Avengers

Imagine the Avengers when they learn that you and Bucky were attacked

Imagine Clint coming to you after a mission gone wrong

Imagine Fury asking you to be a diversion

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"Face your fears, Doctor Strange." || S. Strange

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pairing: Stephen Strange x Stark!Reader

word count: 4.6k (ooooops?)

summary: After saving the universe and becoming the Infinity Witch, Tony's younger sister felt nothing like her former self. Stephen screwed up badly, but Earth-838 Christine helped him see that he could truly become happy only through facing his fears (I'm terrible at summaries, so please ignore this accident, thank youuu.)

warnings: MoM spoiler (not really, but i just put it in), sad boy Stephen, a bit of swearing, my grammar (yes, that's a warning because I wrote this in the middle of the night and I don't trust my own beta-reading skills lol), a bit of angst, fluff at the end, that should be all, if not tell me!

author's note: Well, Well, Well. Welcome to my first ever uploaded story. Please be kind to lil' old me because that's the first one, and my anxiety is at an all-time high. But my utter adoration for this man has to come out, so… enjoy, I guess?

Lovely comments and reblogs would be much appreciated! Loads of love for reading, people! <3

“Face your fears, Doctor Strange.”

The words of Christine Palmer echoed through his head as he stood on the verge of the conjured portal, his shoe tips already gracing the ground of the coniferous forest. Blue eyes overlooked the grant lake at which shore a lovely wooden cabin sat, the sun rising over the cloudless sky and the birds singing their songs, unbothered by the unusual sound of the golden sparking portal. He knew he had to do it, knew how bad he screwed the only good thing in his life up, and how bad he treated the woman he loved the most.

Stephen Strange rarely felt fear creeping up in his body, but now, on the edge of facing his biggest mistakes, he felt it – cold and icy within his veins, while the blue of his eyes searched the shore for the distinctive hair his lover called her own. Emptiness was the only thing that greeted the Sorcerer at that moment, and Stephen sighed deeply.

“Stop being a headless chicken, Strange,” he scolded himself in a hushed voice and stepped over the portal barrier and onto the soft ground of the woods surrounding him now. “Finally!” Wong’s voice reached him, and Stephen turned around to see the Sorcerer Supreme standing behind him in the grand foyer of the Sanctum, a bowl of cereals in hand. “Go get your girl back, Strange. It’s about time.” And with that, Wong raised a hand and closed the portal with the spoon still between his fingers.

The doctor sighed again, even deeper now that Wong knew of his whereabouts because he would never hear the end of it if he came home empty-handed. He had to get this right, had to undo the unspeakable things he had said to her on that fateful day, and he had to bring her back, bring her home. Even though he had fought aliens, monstrous creatures, and broken witches and saved the universe probably multiple times (with the occasional help of others), he never feared something more than this moment.

Facing your fears and mistakes was something entirely different.

Stephen Strange had to travel through the multiverse to understand this essential part of being human. He wondered how he had survived this long.

A closing car door brought the Sorcerer back into reality, and after turning his head in the direction of the sound, Stephen stared into a familiar pair of eyes. It always astounded him how similar the Stark siblings were but so different at the same time. The man was considered exceptionally intelligent, but this… he couldn’t wrap his mind around it.

“Strange.” Stephen suspected that his appearance wouldn’t be welcomed by the older Stark – and he was dead-on right. “What are you doing here of all places? Got something muddled up with your magical, glittering GPS? I hope so because if you landed here intentionally, I’m forced to remove you off this property.” Yep, still not a fan.

The man held both his hands up in defeat. “Listen, Stark. I only came here to talk to her. Nothing more, nothing less. She deserves an apology, an explanation, anything, really. I’m not here to stir a fight because I’m not here for you, but for her.” Stephen really tried to be polite because even though Iron Man retired right after their victorious fight over Thanos, the suits were still somewhere around. He never would destroy them if his sister was here, not with the screaming red target on her back, now that she probably was the mightiest creature in the entire multiverse.

Well, she would be faster in eliminating an enemy than any of his machines.

Tony Stark scoffed and scooped up the little copy of his as soon as she ran to her father. “Your very existence is stirring up a fight, Strange. She came to this place for a reason, and the reason is called Stephen A-hole Strange.” The man was interrupted by Morgan. “What is an A-Hole, Daddy?” Tony couldn’t hide the slight grin forming on his face before shaking his head and kissing her temple. “Later, munchkin. ‘Promise.” Then, it was Stephen’s turn all over again. “She doesn’t wanna see or hear from you. She doesn’t wanna even acknowledge your existence on this planet, in this universe, and she certainly isn’t interested in anything you could let that mouth of yours escape. You hear me?”

The Sorcerer had to look elsewhere, to not crumble under the older Stark’s glare. This was a terribly bad idea, and now Stephen had to endure it in order to maybe get the love of his life back. He should’ve prepared a damn speech in advance.

“Tony.” He never called him that. “Please.” He never begged for something. “I just need five minutes with her. If she’s still that furious like she left me, you will never have to see me again because she probably kills me with her own hands. If I hurt her all over again, you can strangle the life out of me. See? A win-win situation.”

Tony had already lost after the Sorcerer’s pleading, especially after one look at his darling wife, standing outside on the patio, arms crossed and a soft expression on her face. At that moment, Tony knew he had to give in to do the right thing – and to be a role model for the tiny person on his arm.

Stephen felt a change in the air before the Stark gave him one firm nod. “You’ll get five minutes. If she starts screaming, I’ll end you. If she starts crying, I’ll end you. If she demands that you’ll leave, I’ll probably end you anyway because she went through enough to take your bullshit on top of that, wizard. Have I made myself clear?” The doctor swallowed the retort lying on his tongue – damn, that was hard - and nodded. “Perfectly clear,” he agreed and walked closer to the house.

He offered Pepper Stark a small smile. “Thank you.” It was only a whisper, barely above his breath, but he knew he would’ve never made it through Tony without her help. The redhead smiled softly and gestured around the cabin. “She is in the back, her usual spot. Tell her how you feel, and everything will be alright, Stephen. She is just as lost without you as you are without her.” She always liked him more than Tony Stark probably would ever master in his life.

But sometimes, a single person on one’s side was enough.

With measured steps, Stephen rounded the cabin’s patio to make his way down to the landing stage where the younger Stark sibling loved to sit, offside the sometimes hectic environment inside the house or to escape the buzzing city. Even now, it seems that she preferred the quiet- and calmness of the lake over the town she escaped weeks ago.

His heart pounded in his chest, trying to escape the confinements of his ribcage to either vanish and hide or to run to the woman it loved the most, to finally feel whole again. Stephen wasn’t sure which option it would be while knowing the truth deep to his core. It was strange, that thing called Love, and it still scared the living hell out of him, but as Christine in one of the multiverses had said: He must face his fears to be finally and completely happy. And maybe even a man like him deserved happiness in his life.

And then the moment was there he dreaded such a long time because it could either mean the inevitable end of everything or lead to more heartache and longing – from his side, of course. Stephen wasn’t even sure how she felt about the entire ordeal, nor what she thought about him after he had said these awful things no lover should ever yell to one another. The memory alone caused the Sorcerer to flinch violently while taking the last corner and immediately stopping dead in his tracks.

The sun rays kissed her long locks, floating in the warm spring breeze, the dark but always softly and mischievously shimmering eyes closed, while a concentrated frown graced the soft features Stephen could admire for endless hours. There was no doubt that the Sorcerer would ever get tired of her face – of her altogether. And now, after the long absence of her presence in his life, Stephen couldn’t stop staring at her in utter awe; he felt like a lovestruck teenager. Too madly in love to do anything else but stare while the tongue in his mouth got twisted, and if he dared to speak, he would never get one syllable over his lips. It was a curse, really, and it always struck the doctor within her reach, now more than ever – because now, the hero knew what rested underneath the surface of this beautiful woman.

What have I done? What on earth had pushed me to say these words that ended everything and led us here? What happened to us?

Only the stars knew the answer to these essential questions, and Stephen felt salty tears prickling in the corner of his eyes. He watched as her right hand rose from the wood of the already slowly withering landing stage, and he witnessed with wide eyes how she used the powers the Infinity Stones had gifted her. Nothing more than a flick of her hand was necessary to let the dead flowers beside her grow again, to spread their beauty along the entire edge of the lake. Except for the spot he stood on. And if that wasn’t clue enough, her voice exposed his presence.

“What do you want, Stephen?”

It sounded emotion- even lifeless and that was the ultimate trigger for his persistence to take its first breath of life in a very long time. Stephen needed her as much as she does, and he would not return to the Sanctum before she listened to him – really listened.

“I forgot that sneaking up on you isn’t an option anymore,” he smiled softly before taking one step forward. Then another one. And after that, he became bold and took the third one, just to run into an invisible wall and rubbed his nose. “Ouch.”

She only sat there, motionless, staring straight onto the glistening lake. “I don’t need these abnormal powers to hear you, Stephen. You’re louder than a grizzly as soon as you leave the city behind.” The Stark fell silent before scoffing quietly. “You’re, by the way, very welcome. I wasn’t sure if I only should let you run into a wall or if I should just shock you right away so you’ll leave me the fuck alone.” Her arms entwined around her shins to pull both legs closer to her chest. “Just leave me alone, Stephen. You damaged enough, and I’m not interested in one of your outbursts. I already have enough on my plate. I don’t need you on top of everything else. Look for someone interested in your company and the bullshit that comes out your mouth because I am certainly not available.” Yep, another Stark who dislikes me, great.

Stephen swallowed thickly, but instead of retreating, he pressed both of his scarred hands onto the invisible barrier which kept him and her apart. This barrier stood for so much more than just a physical separation, and the Sorcerer’s heart ached at the thought alone. The tears came back, and with them, Christine’s words: “Face your fears, Doctor Strange.”

Blue eyes raised to gaze over the side profile of the younger Stark, and Stephen softly called her name. Of course, she didn’t react, so he used the one thing he desperately hoped still worked because if, there would still be hope. And hope was the only thing that kept the doctor going and breathing. “My love.” Pain flooded the delicate features, and the Strange exhaled the held breath. He whispered the words again, leaning his forehead against the atmospheric barrier, but kept his gaze fully on the woman in front of him. Her hands grabbed the fabric of her flannel with a deathly grip. Soon after, she buried her face between the knees to hide the welling tears in the ocean that were her eyes.

Hope was still there.

She knew he was there as soon as the first sparks of the portal emerged in the air. She felt it within her body in which these awful powers were locked and secured and connected the woman with the vastness that was this universe. It scared the living shit out of her and constantly reminded the Stark that now she was just another abomination within the fight between Good and Evil. Perhaps it only was a matter of time until the enemies tried to get their hands on her and the powers she never asked for. But now, she had to protect them at all costs because they belonged to her, and without them, she would never be whole again; she would never be herself again, even though the thought alone of being a powerful being made her sick to the core. She never wanted to play a part in the game that was the fight in the never-ending and dangerous multiverse.

With Stephen at her back to protect each other, life seemed to work out, even though she felt like a child who had just learned to use their magic properly. But then, one fateful day appeared on the path that was her life, and the happiness vanished like the dust after Thanos erased half of the universe.

Silence settled over the Sanctum, but her mind screamed at the top of its lungs. The pain never subsided; the connection to the entire universe sucked up all the energy she could master to gather over the day and left her behind as an empty shell. The ray of sunshine that once was the younger Stark sibling died between her snap while wearing the Infinity Gauntlet and her absorption of every single atom of every single Infinity Stone.

Slow steps moved her to raise her head and look over one shoulder to see Stephen Strange approaching. She had settled down in the library, waiting for him to come home after the mission, and had been there ever since she woke up after sunrise. A tired smile forced her lips apart, and without a second thought, she took the outstretched hand to get back on her feet. Even though the armchair was the comfiest of all the interiors within the library, she just couldn’t sit any longer. The woman steadied herself with both hands on his lower arms before wiping away the tears on her cheeks, but Stephen had already noticed them.

“Is everything alright, my love?” He asked gently, cradling her delicate face in his scarred hands and wiping the remnants of tears away. The Sorcerer bowed his head to softly kiss her forehead as soon as a sob recked through the more petite body of the woman he loved. It pained him to see her like that, so much was obvious, but the Stark suspected something boiled within the man she loved. Something seemed off ever since he came back from the mission before the last one, where he had found her sitting motionless on the grand staircase leading from the foyer up to the rooms. She just hadn’t had the strength to get up and move – to live, actually. Since that night, Stephen held something back, and that seemingly wanted to escape today.

She sniffled, and with harsh movements, she erased every sign of weakness off her cheeks. “I just can’t take it anymore, Stephen. I’m this shell of my former self, I don’t recognize myself in mirrors anymore, and I just can’t. I can’t hold myself together any longer.” He had to understand. A long time ago, Stephen Strange was desperate for an answer, of an escape route to get back to his former extraordinary self, so he must see her point now. The Stark woman hoped desperately because she lived for hope and the light at the horizon, but one glance up at his handsome face, and she knew that there wasn’t any hope.

He doesn’t understand. Why doesn’t he understand?!

His hands fell from her face, landed on her slender shoulders, and squeezed tightly. “Listen carefully now. You cannot throw everything out of the window just because this one time, it gets hard. You must stay strong and push through it, no matter the cost or afford it takes. You cannot just give up without even trying.” She flinched as if Stephen had struck her with full force.

He couldn’t have said that. Never. Not Stephen, who was always worried about her, who would do anything for her, and who helped her through every dark episode of her life – until now. Out of his grasp, the Stark stepped away and eyed him with boiling anger.

“That’s rich coming from you.” She seethed the words, almost whispering them through gritted teeth. The Sorcerer cocked one eyebrow. “Excuse me?” The woman raised both hands and pushed forcefully against his chest as he dared to step closer again. “I said: That’s rich coming from someone like you.” Stephen scoffed and shook his head. “I don’t know what you mean. You talk nonsense. Really, I don’t understand anything coming from you anymore. Your words, your actions – nothing makes sense anymore. Where is the strong, sassy, intelligent, and hard-fighting woman I fell in love with all those years ago? Where did she vanish? Did she get dusted, and you were the only thing left behind? An empty shell of the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with?! You... This… this shell is just pathetic.”

She flinched again, and tears full of anger rose to the surface. But she fought them back bravely because, at this moment, she swore that this man would never see a single tear of hers ever again. “Now I am the pathetic one? Do I have to remind you of your past, Stephen Strange?! Did you lose your memory while being dusted for five entire years? Did you forget what happened all those years ago in this fucking car?! Do I have to remind you again that you thought your life was over for months on end because of your fucking hands?! Because you weren’t longer the brilliant neurosurgeon Stephen fucking Strange who would have got everything he ever wanted except for the girl?! Do I have to remind you of that?! If so, we can talk about who was pathetic and who was not because I tried. I tried so fucking hard without thinking that my life was over because of something I couldn’t control. I was ready to die that day in order to save everyone – to save you! But I didn’t die. Instead, I became this thing I can’t explain nor control, and I tried to be this… this being who can feel everything within this universe and who must endure it so it can survive and live with the people it loved, but gosh.” The Stark shook her head and didn’t even know what to say now. “You know what? Whatever. I don’t care a single second longer because clearly you don’t care either.”

She swallowed dryly, pushed past him, and snatched her hand out of Stephen’s attempted grasp. “Don’t you dare. Just… leave me the fuck alone, Strange. I don’t care anymore what you are trying to say or not. This,” she gestured between the both of them, “This destroyed everything. Whatever the hell is wrong with you, get it together before nobody wants to be in your company any longer and before you end entirely alone in this universe. It’s your biggest fear, after all, isn’t it?”

And with that, the Stark just… vanished in front of his eyes. She escaped to the comfort of the seemingly only people who loved her unconditionally.

The faintest memory of this day was enough to break the woman all over again. One moment longer, and she would’ve been this close to banning him from the planet. She certainly was capable of such a thing, wasn’t she? Her powers had to be of any use because if not, what was the point in trying?

“I know I failed you.”

Admitting that Stephen Strange was wrong was something entirely new – and unexpected. Never would’ve she thought that this man could be capable of such things as self-reflection. And that was why she perked up at that, barely visible, but she listened intently to what he had to say.

The sound of a heavy sigh drifted over to where she sat on the aged wood of the landing stage, and she closed the dark eyes she had in common with her brother (who most definitely stood behind one of the lake-facing windows to observe the scene unfold).

“I failed you in the worst way possible, and I… I am sorry. I’m… I… You…” He stammered tremendously before stopping himself from taking a shaky breath. “I’m not whole when you’re not there. I’m incomplete without you by my side, not capable of doing my duties or even breathing without feeling like I have to choke on the oxygen surrounding me and filling my lungs. I… I can’t bear a life without you in it, and I feel more guilty than I could ever put into words because I never was good with those. You always found the right things to say, the right things to do, and to save me from me – and my sometimes overbearing ego.” The woman closed her eyes at those confessions, pressing the tips of her fingers against her lips to suppress the sob that tried to escape her body.

A long time had passed since she felt so much at once. So many emotions that actually were hers and not the feelings she had to endure while being awake and connected to the universe. This was human. This was how it was supposed to be. How evolution intended the humans to be.

A feeling, breathing mess.

She felt the Sorcerer’s hands moving over her conjured barrier, and with a soft exhale, she allowed him to move closer – only one step, with the border still intact. But it appeared to her that Stephen noticed the slight movement closer to her, and the woman almost felt the feeling of hope growing inside him once more.

“I am sorry for every word I said that day, for every dagger I rammed inside your heart and probably turned it in their wounds. I am sorry I destroyed your hope, and that I did not think about the possibility that you had needed a hand reaching out to you. I am so sorry, my love. If I could, I would use the Time Stone to undo the day I lost my best friend, my hold in this world, the love of my life. Fuck.”

Now she felt the teardrops rolling over the barrier as if they fell onto her cheeks and graced her skin. But then, the Stark realized that her own salty tears escaped her eyes and rolled silently down her skin. Everything hurt so much more if one was facing the past instead of running away and trying to never look back. But she was stupid to believe for only a second that she could leave Stephen back in the past because, shit, she loved this man more than her own life. She loved him so much that she would have willingly sacrificed herself if it meant that he could live after losing five entire years.

The woman prepared herself to get up, turn around, and face the man she loved and lost on the path life had foreseen for her, but the sound of steps, produced by tiny feet skipping over the wood’s ground, let her pause before even tighten a muscle. Morgan appeared beside Stephen, and the tall man looked down on the tiny human in utter surprise. Instead of running against a wall like he did only moments ago, she jumped from one side of the landing stage to the other before stopping next to her aunt.

“Daddy said I have to rescue you,” her small voice announced proudly because she had accomplished the task successfully. The Stark woman smiled up to her niece and pushed a strand of hair out of the small face. How she adored the little girl in front of her… Morgan clinged herself onto the woman, and with her little monkey securely tucked at her side, she rose onto both feet. “You rescued me. Thanks, monkey,” the witch whispered lovingly while kissing her niece’s cheeks and turning around to face Stephen Strange in all his glory.

He looked exhausted like she did as if he barely slept like she did. A good night’s sleep was nothing more than a pleasant memory, and judging by the dark circles under his shining blue eyes, he must’ve lost the ability to sleep in every position and on every surface there was. Sympathy swept through her aching body, even though there still lived rage and anger inside her, but the Stark knew that she would forgive him.

She always did.

Without even the slightest flick of her hand, the thickened atmosphere surrounding her vanished as if it had never been there in the first place. Stephen almost lost his balance entirely before finding it again and taking a small, uncertain step in the direction of the woman of his dreams. Morgan watched the scene intently – just in case her dad wanted to know anything about it. The witch knew how much the girl in her arms loved to play spy. In rare moments like these, she reminded her of Natasha. But she didn’t mind the tiny intruder because her brother would have gotten the information either through his sister directly or through his wife.

“You will never speak to me in that manner again.”

The doctor nodded violently.

“You will never hurt me that way you did back then.”

Again, tears burned in both their eyes while looking at each other, not missing a single expression.

“Never,” Stephen promised, barely above a whisper.

She took a deep, shaky breath and nodded. “Okay.”

He furrowed his brows, unsure of what to do with it. “Okay?” Never had he felt this uncertain about something in his life, but the Stark nodded again and dissipated the worries written all over his face.

“I still will be angry for quite some time because this was unacceptable and cruel and nothing I would ever wish upon another human. You have to deal with it. We have to fix this. But we will because so far, we always found a way to get through obstacles similar to this.” And with that, she adjusted Morgan on her arm and stepped in front of Stephen, holding one hand slowly out for him to reach and take it. He looked dumbfounded, his eyes switching between her eyes and the peace offering that was her hand, but instead of taking it, he stepped even closer. A hand cupped her neck, and his thumb caressed her jaw in slow, soft strokes while leaning down to press a gentle kiss on her temple.

Morgan giggled happily while the Stark closed her eyes and enjoyed his close proximity after such a long time. She took another deep breath to inhale his signature scent she missed more than she could ever express.

“I will make it right, I promise, sweetheart. I will make everything right. Well, I’ll try at least.” It was unusual to hear him correct himself in an instance, and she smiled softly at that. “You’re trying, and that’s all I want or need,” was all she whispered before taking his hand in hers and entangling their fingers together. “Bring me home, Stephen, okay?”

At that moment, Stephen was entirely sure that he had never heard something more beautiful in his life, except for every I love you out of her mouth, maybe. And so, the former Sorcerer Supreme brought his Infinity Witch back to the place they called their home.

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His Sacrifice (3)

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A/N: MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS SPOILERS **last part to this 3-part miniseries***

side note: yes, Daniel is a real restaurant. No, totes never gone. I’m just going by pictures and making shit up

Pairings/Characters: Stephen Strange x Stark!Reader, Christine, Charlie, America Chavez

Warnings: curses, swears, some fighting, angst I GUESS

Summary: Your life is definitely in better shape than it was before you had seen Stephen, but there’s still something missing.

Previous: His Sacrifice (2)

Staying in the Sanctum had grown to be a bit of a comfort for you. You had grown accustomed to Stephen’s greetings in the mornings, the way Wong was always in and out because of his travels, resulting in him walking in, stealing Stephen’s food, and taking a portal out before Stephen had a chance to steal it back. It amused you greatly, especially the fact that there was someone else out there who could somewhat humble Stephen.

America was in the Sanctum very often as well, usually, she was hiding around somewhere thinking that the sorcerers had no idea she was there. Between them and their magic, and your ability with vibrations, you all knew she was secretly staying here, you just decided to let her be. In fact, oftentimes you’d find America when you were alone, and you realized she was finding a reason to just suddenly ‘pop in’ and drag Stephen in with her and coax the two of you into talking to each other.

You caught America in the Sanctum once again. She was looking around your usual haunts for you, and you appeared behind her very suddenly and scared her half to death. She clutched her chest and leaned against the wall panting heavily, “Dios mio! Why did you do that?”

You smirked and crossed your arms over your chest as you leaned against the wall as well, “Why are you looking for me?”

She chewed on her bottom lip and shrugged both shoulders, “I don’t know…”

“America.”

She dragged her toes across the ground and tucked her foot behind her ankle as she stared at the ceiling for a moment before meeting your gaze, “I heard Stephen was coming back soon, and I was just looking for you to — “

“To be near him when he returns?” You inquired. “You’ve been doing that a lot lately. Why?”

“No reason in particular.”

“America, as someone raised by a liar, I’m quite good at sniffing out lies. What are you planning?”

America sighed heavily and threw her arms in the air, “Okay! I give up. Okay. You and Stephen have to be together, and I’m trying to get you guys together!”

You smiled softly and shook your head, “That’s not going to happen, but that’s very sweet of you —“

“No, no, but it has to and it does happen! You two are meant to be together. I can’t tell you how many times, how many Stephen’s and Y/N’s I met that were together and in love, and, and — “

“And how many Y/N’s lost their Stephen?” You asked her quietly, watching as her shoulders sunk and her eyes were drawn down, “Or Stephen’s lost their Y/N’s? I—I won’t do that again. I lost Stephen twice now, when he died, and when I wished he was dead. If…if something happens between Stephen and I, and I lose him again? Well, this planet would never see it coming,” You explained as you took a deep breath and nodded to yourself, like you were reassuring yourself of your decision. “I can’t be with Stephen. It’s, it’s not safe for, uh, anyone.”

Through narrowed eyes, she pushed off the wall and walked towards you. Her fists were clenched tightly and rested on her hips as she glared at you, “Not safe for anyone, or not safe for that heart of yours that you’re too afraid to break?”

Before you could even form a response to counter this too-wise of a child, you could hear the familiar sounds and saw the golden sparks of a portal opening. Stephen stepped through, covered in a green goo that made the two of you look at him and take two large steps backwards. Stephen rolled his eyes as he stepped in and the portal closed behind him, “Don’t mind me, I’m fine. I’m not covered in Darghulakk slime at all.”

“Don’t know what that is, don’t want to know,” you replied.

“I know what it is. They’re gross. They have six eyes, very weird,” America said, watching the goo drip down Stephen’s body and smack against the hardwood floor. “Yeah, this is disgusting. I’m leaving.”

“Good, maybe all my food can stop disappearing,” Stephen quipped as he watched America make a very shaky portal back to Kamar-Taj and disappear through it.

You cleared your throat, “I was the one that actually ate all of your thick-cut bacon from the butcher, so —“

“Oh, I know. He still reminds me how quickly you went through four pounds of it.”

“We don’t need to talk about that — “

“Your cardiologist was baffled as to why you haven’t had a heart attack yet, and, quite frankly, I’ll still get calls from him asking if it’s as much of a medical marvel as I think it is. So —“

“Okay. You’re very funny,” You held your hand up to silence him while he grinned and nodded in agreement with you, goo flying off of his head. “Please go clean up. You look absolutely disgusting.”

Stephen looked down at the mess he made and waved his hand, a mop and bucket coming flying towards him to clean up the mess he made, a spell he usually did because it reminded you of Fantasmic. He looked to see if you were amused by this, and you had the same smile on your face as you did every single time he had done it in front of you. Stephen cleared his throat , prompting you to look away and up at him, “Before I clean up, I just, well…Christine invited us to dinner with her husband Charlie. Something about me running out of her wedding before we could meet, and you avoiding her for the last few years.”

You huffed, “You said yes already, didn’t you?”

“Yup.”

“You did that annoying thing that you do where you assured her I’ll be there?”

“Yup.”

“And she was annoyingly positive and happy about it, wasn’t she?”

“Yup.”

You pouted and opened your mouth to yell at him, say it wasn’t his place to speak for you, but you shut your mouth and exhaled slowly. “What’s the dress code?”

“Charlie made a reservation for Daniel.”

You whined and started to turn around and walk towards the bedroom you had been staying in since you arrived at the Sanctum. Stephen followed you, waiting to hear all about your desire to not go to that restaurant. He could see this coming from you a mile away. He practically had this speech memorized.

“I hate Daniel!” You said, arms flying into the air. “Their portion sizes are smaller than a clit, a clit, Stephen!”

Okay. That was a new one.

“Smaller than a clit, Y/N, really?”

“Yes! I mean, who doesn’t want a clit in their mouth, but, like, I need a full actual meal before that otherwise I’d cannibalize some poor woman’s clit and wow this really got away from me, didn’t it?”

“You went on a tangent that even your father would’ve been shocked at,” Stephen said very honestly, which, rather than making you burst into tears, caused you to reflect for a moment before slowly nodding in agreement with him. Stephen chuckled and reached out to grab your hands, that were still in the air, and lowered them as he turned you around. “Don’t worry. Christine knows you hate that place too, he’s just really excited to go there because he’s been trying to get a table for years.”

“He name-dropped you, didn’t he?”

“Very quickly, apparently,” Stephen chuckled. “Look, Christine knows you hate that restaurant, she’s trying to get him to change the reservation, but, if not, I will get you the biggest, juiciest, cheesiest burger with fries you’ve ever seen in your life after sitting through dinner with her very excitable little Labrador of a husband. Okay?”

Shutting your eyes, you nodded and squeezed his hands, “Yes, Stephen. This is why I love you. You get me.”

There it was. The very thing you had dreaded on saying since you had made peace with Stephen Strange. You had worked tirelessly from ever thinking those words again, and when you couldn’t stop your brain from screaming it, you worked to make sure it never left your lips. Now you stood before Stephen, eyes wide in terror as you realized what you had done, watching as Stephen’s breath hitched and he stood there frozen like a popsicle.

What could you say to this? You couldn’t correct yourself. He very obviously heard what you had said. You couldn’t figure out a way to walk this back, which was saying something, considering that you were an absolute genius and usually always had a solution for something. There was nothing you could say in this moment that could undo the fact that you had told Stephen that you love him. It wasn’t in the past tense, you never said ‘used to love you’ you said that you still love him, and you were dying inside.

Without saying a word, you spun around on your heels and ran to the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind you as though that could even keep him away if he really wanted to get in. Stephen stood there for a moment processing what you said, the tone, how quickly it came out, and the fear on your face. It was obvious that you were still in love with him, still had feelings for him like Stephen hoped you did.

But, really, what could Stephen Strange do?

He could see it in your eyes. The look on your face after you admitted you love him was a look of pure terror. He was certain it was just a feeling of regret, of past feelings rising to the surface just because it was something he used to do for you after those stuffy, fancy dinners either one of you had to attend where the food either wasn’t good or wasn’t enough. That’s what it was, that’s what it had to be, right?

However, he really, really wished that wasn’t what it was. Stephen yearned for you. Letting you think he killed Tony because he hated him, it absolutely killed him, but he thought you needed someone to blame, something to help you heal, and it didn’t. Now, this was the closest he’d been to you since Tony’s death. He was a different man from before, and, god, how he wanted to show you that every moment of every day. Stephen wanted to give you the world, and he could very well do that. Stephen just wanted you, but if admitting he was still in love with you, that all he wanted was you would put this much fear into you and risk you running away, then he was content in suffering in silence, so long as he at least had your friendship.

~*~

This was so much more difficult than either of you thought. You both surprised the other with your outfits of choice. You hadn’t seen Stephen in a suit in years and he somehow looked more divine than you could ever remember. Stephen hadn’t seen you dressed and dolled up in just as long, having only seen you in sweatpants and giant shirts, if there were even any pants involved, and this? This was truly a sight to behold.

“You are a vision, Y/N,” Stephen said quietly as he admired you from head to toe. “You clean up very well.”

You shrugged a shoulder, cheeks burning as you looked down at your shoes and did a little kick to show them off, “I still got it, I guess. You, um, wow, new suit?”

“Same tailor, yeah,” Stephen agreed, clearing his throat as he smoothed down his front. “I don’t, uh, I don’t think he could make anything as beautiful as you, though.”

Somehow the burn went from your cheeks, down your neck, your chest, and even under your arms as the temperature unbearably increased and you wanted to drown yourself somewhere, “Just open that portal, Stephen.”

He nodded once, “Yes, ma’am.”

With a casual flair that stunned everyone outside of the restaurant, you and Stephen stepped through the portal. He loved doing that. It was one of his favorite tricks, and having all eyes on him, having all eyes see you on his arm? He relished it. He savored it and how people stared at him in envy.

That is, until, he saw them start to lean over and whisper as eyes locked onto you.

“They’re talking about me,” you murmured as you stepped closer to Stephen. “I think camera phones are coming out.”

“No one has seen you unless from a distance at that tower, sweetheart,” Stephen murmured. With a wave of his hand, the phones turned into butterflies and flew from people’s hands as you both entered the restaurant. “They’re just in awe of you.”

“Sure, that’s what it is.”

“I know I would be,” Stephen said, eyes looking around as he ignored the front desk and spotted Christine and her husband. “I see them.”

“Ah, game face,” you cleared your throat and turned to the host to specify you were there to meet some people, and they looked in awe to see two superheroes standing there. Stephen rolled his eyes and said they could find the table themselves as he took your hand in his and led you away. “You’re being rude, Stephen.”

“No, if he gawked at you any longer, he would’ve died of dehydration,” Stephen replied as you approached the table where Charlie and Christine stood up to greet you both. “Be nice.”

“I should say that to you,” you whispered quickly to Stephen just before Christine approached with a smile, “Hey, congratulations.”

Her arms came around you quickly in a warm embrace, a smile tugging at her lips as she squeezed you tightly, “It’s so good to see you again, Y/N. I’ve missed you! You look amazing.”

You bashfully hugged your friend, her hair tickling your nose as you returned the sentiment, “I missed you too, Christine.”

“And this is Charlie,” Stephen said a little urgently. You and Christine pulled away from each other to see an uncomfortable Stephen and an overly excited Charlie.

“Lovely to meet you too! Huge fan, huge!” Charlie beamed as he hugged you quickly.

“Oh,” You looked to Stephen and Christine who were too amused with your anguish at the moment, “Fun.”

“Sit, sit, join us, I’ve been dying to try this place!” Charlie cooed as he sat down, pulling Christine’s chair while Stephen pulled out yours. “I’m so excited to finally talk to you both! Christine has talked so much about you, and, of course, I’m a huge fan.”

You glanced to your right to Stephen, who offered you a reassuring smile, even though his eyes sparkled with mischief. You slowly shook your head at him and returned your attention to Charlie, who started to coo about how cool the Avengers were and the things he’d seen you guys do were unreal.

At one point, Charlie paused to offer his condolences about Tony, and thank you on his behalf. Christine and Stephen had watched you with bated breath to see how you’d react. Instead of breaking down like they had feared, you had thanked Charlie for his kind words and changed the subject.

Just before dessert, Charlie excused himself to the restroom, leaving the three of you alone. Christine sighed happily as she leaned forward and stared at the two of you, “I’m so glad you two are back together, nothing makes me happier. I’ve really been rooting for you guys.”

You choked on your wine while Stephen quickly caught Christine’s eye and shook his head ever so slightly. Christine looked confused by this reaction from the two of you. You set your glass down and coughed a little bit, “We um, we aren’t together.”

“Oh, oh, um, sorry,” she laughed nervously. “Sorry. I just….you two look amazing together, like, better than before. I thought you had worked things out —“

“No, um, we’re not, no,” You shook your head and stared down at your lap as Charlie returned.

Charlie clapped his hands together, “Onto dessert now, yeah? That, um, that pear tequila foam over the lavender sorbet sounds divine.”

You slowly turned to look at Stephen, your chest filling with air as you sucked in deeply and tried not to shout about the tiny clit-sized portions. Stephen sipped his wine, smirking behind the glass as he reached under the table and patted your thigh.

You missed that.

You missed the soft touches on your leg under the table, his hand resting over yours, how Stephen always pushed your hair back for you when it was in the way, the way he would pull you onto his lap or pull you into bed with him. You missed your intimacy with Stephen, but you were too scared of the ‘What If’s’ that waited.

While you were just about to dig into dessert, you decided to bring up another topic that had been bothering you since you heard about dinner that evening, and since, well, you couldn’t stop thinking about Stephen, you needed to force something different on your mind.

“Christine, I’m sorry I didn’t go to your wedding, and I’m….I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you the last couple of years.”

Christine lowered her spoon to look at you. With a soft smile on her face, she nodded, “It’s okay, Y/N. I’ll admit, I was sad you didn’t come to the wedding, but I understand. I’m just happy to see you out and about again. We’re good, Stark, don’t worry.”

The two of you smiled at each other, Charlie commenting this was a precious moment while Stephen said nothing. Charlie was right, this was a precious moment. You were doing so much better now than you had been the first time Stephen had seen you. You were dealing with your life and loss and you finally resembled the woman he had fallen in love with before.

After dinner, the four of you said your goodbyes with a promise to see each other once again, Charlie commenting that he’d love to go to Stark tower one day. You said nothing but smiled and nodded to him as the two went in one direction. You looked up to Stephen who shook his head and said, “He’s endearing yet obnoxious.”

“Like the world’s most annoying dog,” you sighed. “I’m starving.”

“I figured you were,” Stephen extended his arm to you for you to grab on to. “Shall we?”

“Yes, please. I —“

Suddenly, interrupting your lovely night out, you heard a terrifying screeching noise. It looked like the world in front of you was tearing as a light blue crack appeared in front of you. It stretched open as a terrifying beast with six eyes, green goo dropping from its mouth and eyes came through. Seeing the amount of eyes, you realized it was what Stephen had been fighting earlier in the day, a Darghulakk. Three tentacles like knives stabbed into the earth as he exited the portal. Two short, stubby, claws for arms held the portal open as it finished coming through, all eyes locking on Stephen.

“Okay,” Stephen cleared his throat as he grabbed his cloak from his breast pocket and shook it out before placing it on his shoulders. “So I didn’t kill it.”

“Stephen — “

“Watch out!” Stephen threw his cloak to you, the cloak wrapping around you and flying away with you quickly while Stephen was running backwards, hurling spells left and right as the beast came at him.

Stephen was smacked by one of the tentacles and thrown into a building. He hit the ground hard but managed to jump back just as a tentacle would have pierced his abdomen. Instead, it hit the ground between his legs and broke through the concrete. Stephen stood up to run and make space, but the beast’s tongue shot out and wrapped around him tightly, lifting him into the air as it shrieked and prepared to eat him.

Was this it? Was life really so cruel that it would take Stephen away from you like this? Just when you were becoming comfortable with the losses you’d suffered, finally managing to deal, cope, even live a little, and life was here to quite literally rip Stephen from your grasp.

Before Stephen could free himself, he heard a clap. The monster suddenly stilled. No noise came from it. Stephen watched as the head slowly slithered off of its neck before hitting the ground. The rest of the body collapsed, Stephen did as well, and he quickly freed himself.

Standing behind the creature was you, a dark look on your face as you stared at the monster’s corpse. Your hands were outstretched in front of you, laying flat on top of one another showing that you were the one that had clapped. Stephen stood up and walked towards you quickly over the monster’s corpse.

“Y/N?”

“It was going to eat you,” you said quickly, eyes focused on the body. “It was going to eat you, Stephen, and I couldn’t lose you again.”

“Y/N —“

“I haven’t fought anything or anyone since Thanos,” you confessed. “Wanda was the first time I had intentionally used my powers. I didn’t even know I still could, but let’s be honest, that wasn’t really a fight. And then I saw this monster and I saw you and I didn’t think I just did it. I didn’t think I could do this. I clapped and sent a targeted vibration to its neck and cut its head off. Separate the head from the body and it’s dead. It’s dead. You’re not dead.”

“I’m not dead,” Stephen repeated slowly as he lowered your hands and stood in front of you. “I’m okay. I’m here. I’m not dead.”

“You’re not dead,” you repeated slowly as you focused on your breathing. “You’re not dead.”

“I told you, I’m not going anywhere, Y/N. Nothing will keep us apart. I promise you, not a witch, not some gross, ugly monster, nothing. I’m here with you for however long you’d have me,” Stephen confessed.

You looked Stephen over from head to toe. He was fine. There were scratches on him, some dirt, but he was fine.. He was standing there alive and well. He wasn’t a pile of dust. He was alive and well and you had forgiven him about Tony.

Stephen was here, in front of you, staring down at you and waiting to see what you’d do or say next. For someone he had known for so long being in control, and so sure of herself and headstrong, these last few years had shown such a vulnerable, unsure side of you and right now, Stephen didn’t know what to do.

Stephen was fine. He was fine, and you were fine. Everyone was fine and alive, but you two didn’t seem to be living. You were forbidding yourselves from the pleasures of one another, forbidding yourselves from acting out your deepest desires out of fear, fear of moments just like this that could take away something you loved in an instant.

You know who was living? Christine. She was living her best life, an incredibly successful surgeon, a magical marriage to a man she was head over heels in love with, Christine was happy, living, not held back by fear of loss or what may come in the future. She was living in the present, letting herself be filled with unadulterated happiness.

“I don’t want to lose you, Stephen,” you said quietly as you finally looked up to meet his gaze. “I can’t lose you.”

“I know, sweetheart,” He said quietly as his hands came up to cradle your face. “You haven’t lost me. I’m right here. You saved me. I’m fine.”

“And I won’t lose you,” you told him. “I just won’t.”

He didn’t know where you were going with this, “Okay. That’s okay. You won’t. You have me.”

Unable to hold yourself back anymore, you reached out to grab Stephen’s robes. You yanked until he stumbled forward and nearly fell on top of you. You desperately mashed your lips against his, those familiar feelings of old romance washing over you as heat flooded your veins.

Stephen’s hands came around your back and pulled you close, partially to deepen the kiss, partially to stabilize himself after nearly falling and crushing you. His eyes crinkled as it felt like a shock hit his chest, a blooming feeling overtaking him from the middle as he wondered if this was really happening.

When Stephen opened his eyes, you were standing, lips parted, panting as you nodded to him, “I’m not losing you again, Stephen Strange.”

Relief washed over him as he smiled, “You’ll always have me, Y/N Stark.”

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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MCU Characters Having a Crush

Pairing: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Loki, Natasha Romanoff, Stephen Strange, Kate Bishop, Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Shang-Chi x Reader

Tags: fluff, developing relationship, crushes, dating, confessions, hand holding, gentle kisses, pining

A/N: The MCU has so many character to be crushing on, I can't possibly write them all in one post. But I might write a bunch of different ones every time I do one of these.

Steve, being the gentleman that he is, would approach you careful, and just a little shy at first, strike up a conversation. He wouldn't let you know he's been crushing on your right away, he'd just want to talk to you, at times leaving you feeling like he's keeping you at a bit of an arms length, but then he'd open up to you little by little, smiling at you with that million dollar smile. He'd bring you chocolate, or other types of sweets, little gifts that signal his affection for you, ask you out to dance and slide his arm around your waist, gently rubbing your hip.

Like Steve, Bucky is a little old fashioned. He'd probably meet you at a bar or a dance club and offer you a drink, feeling out what it's like in your company. He wouldn't give you his number right away but rather ask to meet at the same place at a given time. If you show up, great, he'd make sure to treat you right, if you don't then he'd still wait a bit before going on with his night. He'd always keep eye contact with you while you talked, giving you not so subtle, knowing looks, his human hand slowly reaching for yours across the table, before he intertwines his fingers with yours.

Sam would be the absolute sweetest. However he'd pine for a while before approaching you. When ever he talks to you though he'd listen to your every word, his eyes lighting up when ever you laugh at one of his jokes. Since becoming the new Captain America he has a bit less time on his hands but tries to keep in contact with you since you developed a good relationship since you've known him. Sometimes you'd be the first one he calls after a mission, letting you know how it went and all the exciting details. You actually think you're gonna have to be the one who needs to ask him on a date before he surprises you with a boat ride and dinner where he asks you to officially go out with him.

Loki is very flirty and charming right off the bat, making it a little hard to tell when he's being serious about the relationship. Then again this is Loki so he takes a while to trust you enough to open his heart to you fully. Most of the time he teases you a lot, loving your reactions, he also shows off when he's in front of you, which you notice but keep indulging the mischievous god anyway. He'd entertain you with various stories from his long life, occasionally kissing your cheek. His kisses get more and more frequent, until one day he whispers he likes you as he pulls away.

As someone who is taught to use her charm on her targets you have a hard time telling if Natasha is actually taking a liking to you or if you're somehow her new target. Yet there's something about the way she looks at you that makes you not even care. Not that Natasha would ever hurt you of course. Whenever she sees you she holds your gaze just a little more than needed, she always buys you a drink, her hand always slipping into yours when you walk together. She's not hiding her affection for you, even though she thinks she should. She texts and calls you a lot, saying how hearing you always calms her after a mission, which makes your stomach do flips every time.

Strange is a very stubborn man. He's also not the one to let his crush be knows easily. At least that's the plan. His cloak however keeps dragging him in your direction, encouraging him to talk to you. It's actually really funny to watch, but you decide to have mercy on the sorcerer and approach him yourself. He keeps his walls up for some time, still recovering from his last heart break, yet he can't deny that he's starting to feel something every time he sees you. He's a doctor, he knows the signs well. He finally manages to work up the nerve to walk up to you and buy you a drink, asking if you'd like to experience a bit of magic in your life. It's a bad pick up line, but it makes you laugh, and that's good enough for now.

Kate is a complete mess around you. She's awkward and falls over her words when she talks to you, no matter how much she tries to keep her cool. There's always a bashful, dopey smile on her face whenever you talk to her. She'd ask you out for coffee while you're drinking coffee, but how can you say no to another cup, especially when someone as adorable as Kate is offering to buy it. She asks you to come watch her archery competitions, only for you to tell her that you've seen quite a few of them already and you think she looks really cool when she's shooting her targets. Another smile breaks across her face as you give her your number. You don't even get home before you get a text asking you if you're free tomorrow night.

Tony is used to people falling head over heels for him, not the other way around. Still he's not about to let you be the one who got away, he's very forward with his intentions, asking you out for dinner and drinks, anywhere you want. He teases you all through the date, enjoying your flustered reactions. At the end of the date he'd kiss your cheek, one kiss after the other, pausing before he kisses your lips. This was the first time he ever hesitated with a kiss, which for him only serves to confirm his theory that he's got it bad for you. You're not just someone who he wants to take to bed and never call again, you're someone who he wants to wake up to every morning.

Peter is a little shy around you, he keeps looking across the room, everting his eyes but not bothering to hide his smile when you look back at him. He'd start offering to walk to and from school with you, which wasn't unusual since you've shared quite a few classes by now. He offers to be partners on science projects, he cracks jokes when he notices you're sad, is more than happy to come over to your dorm room if you wanna talk in private, and the two of you begin to eat lunch together more and more often. He jokes about being a friendly neighbor, even though you're not really neighbors, except sometimes in a few classes. He passes you little notes during class, some helpful some just cute, some with a few too many hearts as your relationship begin to deepen.

Shang is the first person to talk to you when you begin working at the hotel, offering to show you the ropes as it were. He's very easy and fun to talk to so naturally you can't resist when he asks you to hang out with him and Katy after work. Katy being the best friend that she is notices how Shang starts to look at you the more time you spend together. She gives him that extra push to finally ask you out on a real date, but he tries to play it off as just friends going out at first in case it doesn't end well. However when you part ways he's more than happy to get a text asking if he's free to go to the movies on the weekend.

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tylerxrbtwhp · 3 months

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Personal Favourite Fanfics | Marvel/DC |

NOTE: This is entirely my favourites so if it offense any of you, I don't care. It might seem mean, but this is how everyone is. P.S: ISTG I'm actually nice 💀 MARVEL

Tony Stark:

Copacabana https://www.tumblr.com/vikwrites/739932836692377600/there-were-actual-tears-in-my-eyes-except-none?source=share

Glitch https://matth1w.tumblr.com/post/188592381026/glitch Sugardaddy https://yandereaffections.tumblr.com/post/177414002991/im-dying-i-tried-to-answer-this-1228-at-night-or The Purge https://yandereaffections.tumblr.com/post/178930064526/hiya-could-you-do-the-purge-for-tony-stark [No Name] https://yandereaffections.tumblr.com/post/186525796176/tony-tries-to-help-you-all-on-his-own-at-first [No Name] https://yandereaffections.tumblr.com/post/186667651041/a-full-on-lecturing-is-first-cause-honestly-he [No Name] https://yandereaffections.tumblr.com/post/189496772381/tony-would-be-much-more-prepared-to-comfort-and Assassine https://www.tumblr.com/yandereaffections/690325788543844352/yandere-tony-stark-with-an-assassin-darling Corruption https://yandereaffections.tumblr.com/post/184398235176/if-you-asked-anyone-else-theyd-say-nothings First Time https://yandereaffections.tumblr.com/post/184070546676/this-gif-is-absolutely-perfect-baby-hell-go-as [No Name] https://yandereaffections.tumblr.com/post/184419280866/tony-tw-noncon-you-didnt-know-where-you-were [No Name] https://yandereaffections.tumblr.com/post/621189481261842432/oh-baby-you-know-this-man-would-gladly-be-your

Dr Strange:

Teacher's Pet https://www.tumblr.com/strrvnge/691623725104234496/pairing-stephen-strange-x-reader-warnings-18?source=share

The Strange Approach https://lokidokieokie.tumblr.com/post/694737057535393792/the-strange-approach

Sacrificial Love https://omgstarks.tumblr.com/post/698437859868377088/hi-can-you-do-something-like-stephen-with

[No Name] https://www.tumblr.com/leydileyla/664991208664416256/kinktober-day-14-dr-strange-x-fem-reader?source=share

In Another Life https://celestialnxva.tumblr.com/post/684567205823823872/stephen-strange-x-reader-chapter-2-strange

The Talking https://brunchable.tumblr.com/post/699037820713582592/word-count-45k-warnings-nsfw-18-non-con

[No Name] https://yandereaffections.tumblr.com/post/177292189196/omgerd-i-would-totally-feel-good-if-you-wrote-a [No Name] https://yandereaffections.tumblr.com/post/179630858791/i-dont-know-how-long-requests-are-open-for-and-i A Touch of Jealousy https://www.tumblr.com/brunchable/688796861277061120/a-touch-of-jealousy-request-doctor-strange-x?source=share

Loki: Stitches https://www.tumblr.com/lokibug/177831206988/pairing-loki-x-avengerreader-summary-loki-is?source=share Cold Night https://www.tumblr.com/fanpageknight/674899218074304512/posted-13122-f-frost-giant-loki-x-f?source=share Just a Play https://www.tumblr.com/fanpageknight/676983015242694656/how-would-yanderes-peter-parker-and-lokiseparate?source=share [No Name] https://www.tumblr.com/fanpageknight/672725060439736320/summery-loki-with-a-vampire-reader?source=share Size Kink https://www.tumblr.com/fanpageknight/642982201413287936/imagine?source=share [No Name] https://that-yandere-life.tumblr.com/post/183415602788/yandere-loki-with-a-virgin-so [No Name] https://that-yandere-life.tumblr.com/post/185009028513/loki-with-an-so-that-can-shapeshift [No Name] https://that-yandere-life.tumblr.com/post/673500515945086976/loki-laufeyson-quote-prompt-3-if-you-dont-kiss [No Name] https://that-yandere-life.tumblr.com/post/672768033653145601/loki-laufeyson-quote-prompt-2-darling-you-look [No Name] https://that-yandere-life.tumblr.com/post/678564475626012672/could-you-maybe-do-something-with-yandere-loki-and Avengers: Evil is Subjective (Part 1): https://www.tumblr.com/bigballofstress/176748368310/evil-is-subjective-avengers-x-villainreader Evil is Subjective (Part 2): https://www.tumblr.com/bigballofstress/177854771055/evil-is-subjective-avengers-x-villainreader Deadpool x Reader: [No Name] https://that-yandere-life.tumblr.com/post/183353640303/deadpool-with-a-younger-virgin-reader-hcs-i-love [No Name] https://that-yandere-life.tumblr.com/post/183277558433/i-really-loved-that-yandere-tony-with-a-so-that [No Name] https://that-yandere-life.tumblr.com/post/184045152348/could-you-do-a-yandere-wade-wilson-with-a-so-whos [No Name] https://that-yandere-life.tumblr.com/post/184124739868/ahhhh-how-about-a-yandere-reader-kidnapping-or-at [No Name] https://that-yandere-life.tumblr.com/post/613249467653718016/can-i-request-a-yandere-deadpool-with-his-female Dr Strange x Reader x Scarlet Witch: [No Name] {Platonic} https://www.tumblr.com/marveloustimestwo/718670202185908224/can-you-do-platonicyandere-wanda-and-platonic?source=share [No Name] https://www.tumblr.com/marveloustimestwo/694764336689954816/hi-may-i-ask-for-yan-wanda-maximoff-and-yan?source=share

DC | Note: All Jokers are Heath Ledger's. | Joker: Freak https://www.tumblr.com/ajokeformur-ray/611242419414056960/okay-another-idea-i-had-was-you-standing-up-for?source=share [No Name] https://www.tumblr.com/montimer/716856152880775170/oh-and-you-can-also-write-headcanons-ledgerjoker?source=share [No Name] https://www.tumblr.com/love-fictional-ppl/740242444321423360/heath-ledgers-joker-as-a-bf?source=share Broken Glass on the Floor https://www.tumblr.com/justsomerandomfanfic/715242636696502272/broken-glass-on-the-floor-joker-x-gn-reader?source=share Bunny https://www.tumblr.com/rosesloveletters/664421595187740672/bunny?source=share Catch me https://www.tumblr.com/keep-on-a-happy-face/644368892186312704/catch-me?source=share Ace https://misfitgirlwrites.tumblr.com/post/659453056960839680/ace-ledger-joker-x-vampire-reader One That's Red https://moonimagines.tumblr.com/post/632529139579158528/one-thats-red Thigh Riding https://ajokeformur-ray.tumblr.com/post/616556222288674816/thigh-riding-on-j-nsfw [No Name] https://ajokeformur-ray.tumblr.com/post/660790583272636416/httpspinit4elkeiy-this-screenshot-i-took-of Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow: [No name] https://www.tumblr.com/ajokeformur-ray/611242419414056960/okay-another-idea-i-had-was-you-standing-up-for?source=share Pure https://jacobseedz.tumblr.com/post/178567282162/pure-jonathan-crane-x-femalereader Doctor's Orders https://www.tumblr.com/slut4thebroken/739621835758600192/doctors-orders?source=share Potential Side Effects https://www.tumblr.com/darthannie/729105482046898176/potential-side-effects?source=share Lab Rats https://www.tumblr.com/lis-likes-fics/736891409009967104/lab-rats?source=share Nymphomania https://www.tumblr.com/slut4thebroken/731291139948281856/nymphomania?source=share Testing https://www.tumblr.com/fuckmycrane/728494776860672000/testing-dr-jonathan-crane?source=share Little Spy https://www.tumblr.com/aurorag98/730106843702165504/little-spy?source=share Baby Bat https://www.tumblr.com/slut4thebroken/729941420265340928/baby-bat?source=share Meant to be https://www.tumblr.com/slut4thebroken/731091667018498048/meant-to-be?source=share Batman/Bruce Wayne: Sneaky Bastard https://ellana-ravenwood.tumblr.com/post/160463829575/sneaky-bastard-bruce-wayne-x-reader-erotica Entrapment https://www.tumblr.com/anxiousnerdwritings/738610985134407680/can-i-request-something-spicy-for-yanbatman-with?source=share

[No Name] https://www.tumblr.com/visionsofmagic/730829787362443264/day-10-bruce-wayne-car-sex?source=share Iron https://www.tumblr.com/stargirlfics/712355384236605440/iron?source=share Invisible https://makethatelevenrings.tumblr.com/post/689904883347947520/invisible-b-wayne-x-freader Full https://makethatelevenrings.tumblr.com/post/705736465344315392/full-b-wayne-x-freader On the Edge https://makethatelevenrings.tumblr.com/post/709196832358662144/on-the-edge-b-wayne-x-freader Guy.exe https://makethatelevenrings.tumblr.com/post/686642736053518336/requested-yes-warnings-smut-18-minors-dni For Your Eyes Only https://makethatelevenrings.tumblr.com/post/706100556432850944/for-your-eyes-only-b-wayne-x-gnreader Stress Relief https://makethatelevenrings.tumblr.com/post/701997976295522304/stress-relief-b-wayne-x-gnreader Bruce Wayne/Batman x Reader x Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow Triple Trouble https://www.tumblr.com/floralcyanidee/727559632526213120/bonk?source=share

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