I find myself thinking about these two characters a lot lately. I fell in love with these characters during the second series of the show. I so wanted these two to be together so bad! I really want to try writing about these two soon!
Synopsis: It's Y/n's birthday and Stephen prepares a special dinner
Word Count: 5k
Warnings: None, just fluff.
A/N: I'm so happy for finally being able to post a fic here. It wasn't a piece of cake, since I've been batling writer's block, but I am proud of the result. I Need to be honest and say that this hasn't been proofread, so any typos or grammar mistakes you see just pretend you didn't. Hope you guys enjoy it and have a nice read ;)
You never liked your birthday. For some reason, the date always contributed to intensifying your depressive episodes. For some reason, the beginning of April brought with it an air of melancholy that you attributed solely to the fact that it was the month of your birthday and the reason for this remained unknown. You were not exactly a happy person, but there were so many people in worse situations. Of course, thinking that way did not help.
However, since Stephen had entered your life, you could see a clear improvement in the matter. After you started living with him in the Sanctum, you spent three birthdays with him. The first one was melancholic and you asked him not to give you any presents or celebrations, the second one you had accepted that he would take you out to dinner and in the present year you had not objected at all to the idea of Tony throwing a party at Stark Tower to celebrate your birthday, although as the date approached you wondered if it had been a good idea to give in so much. After all, you knew that things could get a little crazy and grand when you let Tony do whatever he wanted, but at the same time, the fact that he cared about you enough to do that with such affection warmed your heart.
Anyway, Monday went by uneventfully and during the night you asked Stephen about his plans for the next day and he replied that he would probably be at Kamar Taj all day sorting out who knows what and you understood that he hadn't really thought of anything different for the occasion. It was better this way, you told yourself. There would be enough celebrating on Saturday. However, you couldn't help but feel a little sad, but in the morning you woke up, took a shower and had your coffee normally and didn't even bother to be disappointed that your boyfriend wasn't home. Stephen always woke up before you and always left the house before you woke up when he had to work. So, you simply grabbed your bag and left for work like any other Tuesday.
With Stephen, however, you had no idea how you would celebrate or if you would celebrate at all. The big party would be on Saturday night and your actual birthday would be on Tuesday, and Tuesdays were complicated and tiring days at work. Stephen had mentioned dinner, but he had been so busy all week at Kamar Taj that you wondered if he had forgotten, and honestly, you wouldn't blame him if he had. Your birthday was never a topic of conversation between you because that was how you preferred it to be. Deep down, maybe you were afraid that he would question what the matter was, and you wouldn't know how to answer.
...
Stephen was feeling remorseful for not having waited for you to wake up to congratulate you first thing in the morning, but America had convinced him that their plan would be more successful if you thought he had forgotten what day it was. Stephen had a photographic memory, he tried to warn the teenager, he never forgot anything.
"Well, then she'll think you just didn't bother to say happy birthday to her," America had said, rolling her eyes. How that could be a good thing, he couldn't say, but since even Wong had gotten on board with this with unusual enthusiasm, Stephen had agreed to do as America suggested. He woke up in the morning, stroked your hair gently as he watched you sleep soundly for a second, and then left.
He remembered perfectly the first kiss, the first time you made love, how you blushed beautifully when he called you sweetheart for the first time and just like that, he knew that would be your pet name. You completely transformed his life and suddenly he stopped being a bitter and resentful man with control issues and became your Stephen, a person he sometimes didn't even recognize, but whom he liked to be much more.
Tuesday was boring and tiring at Kamar Taj as usual. He trained the students as he had promised Wong he would, and then devoted himself to preparing for the next mission that he thankfully wouldn't have to participate in. Overall, it was a Tuesday like any other, except that it wasn't. Stephen couldn't stop thinking about you all day. It was like a movie playing in his head, making him remember your moments together.
It was safe to say that even his relationship with the Avengers improved after you came into his life. You and Stark were great friends, Stephen had no choice but to live with the billionaire in a more friendly way and that wasn't a bad thing at all. Stephen liked having friends now, he even liked having America as his protégé and all of that was thanks to you. There wasn't much he could say to you that would express how much he loved you, but he tried and would continue to try every day. Especially today.
He smiled and nodded. "We better go before it gets too late to make dinner." He replied, watching the girl approach. "I don't want her to get home before we've everything sorted out." America nodded.
"Are you ready to go home yet?" America's voice echoed from the distance across the courtyard as he crossed the hall from the library to the dorms while she ran toward him.
"There'll be time, relax." And then she slapped her forehead with her hand. "The dress! I completely forgot! I need to go to the store to get it."
Stephen shook his head in confusion. "I thought you and Wong had already picked it up yesterday."
She shook her head. "It wasn't her size. The saleswoman had to order it from another store. It arrived this afternoon. We need to go there to get it."
"What took you so long?" He asked impatiently.
Stephen sighed. "I'll let Wong know we're on our way."
When you use portals to get around, everything gets easier. Within 15 minutes, Stephen and America had gone to the store to get your present and were already back home. Without even planning it, they both took a shower and met in the kitchen where Wong was already waiting with all the ingredients already on the balcony.
"I hope everything went well at the bakery." Stephen said without bothering to answer and Wong gestured to the refrigerator. When Stephen opened the fridge door, he saw exactly what he expected, a beautiful round cake with white frosting and colorful sprinkles that said "Happy Birthday, sweetheart." He just smiled and closed the door again.
"Did you remember to wrap her present?" Wong asked as if he doubted the answer and Stephen's ability to do it right.
"Yeah. And you? You still haven't told me what you bought for her."
"That's because it's none of your business. You'll see when it's time." He replied. "Now we better start cooking if we want this dinner to be ready on time."
Stephen agreed and simply followed Wong's orders, which were basically washing and chopping ingredients while the Sorcerer Supreme actually cooked. Stephen couldn't argue; he couldn't touch the food if he expected it to be edible.
...
You were starving when you left the office and were caught in a persistent rain. You even thought about stopping by the sandwich bar next door to get some sandwiches to take home, but laziness got the better of you and you ended up giving up. There was always the option of ordering pizza anyway.
It was almost 7pm and if there was any sun it would be setting. The days in April were starting to get longer at this time of the year and some flowers were starting to appear on the trees on Bleecker Street due to the arrival of spring. It was a beautiful time of year indeed and as you walked slowly down the street under your umbrella and saw the Sanctum as a fortress of love and security, you felt happy to be alive and to have that home to return to at the end of each day. When you finally walked through the door that opened by itself as always to let you in, you were greeted by a delicious smell of food that made your stomach growl. It was unusual, really. Unless Wong was home.
"Hi there!" You were welcomed by a baritone voice. "You took your time."
You left the umbrella dripping behind the door and put your bag on the sideboard before getting rid of your coat. "Long and boring day. I thought about buying sandwiches for dinner, but I decided against it." You answered turning to finally look at him and it was then that the feeling of warmth and love intensified even more. He was dressed in dark jeans and a purple shirt, his hair was carefully combed and his goatee perfectly drawn, which indicated that he had taken some time to make it that way.
"You look nice. Any plans for tonight I don't know about?" You asked without trying to be subtle and making him chuckle.
"I always look nice." He answered walking slowly towards you. "And the answer is yes and no, but I'm not going to explain it until you come upstairs with me. Something tells me you need a hot shower."
He finally reached you and touched your face gently before kissing your lips.
"Yes, please." That was all you said on his lips while letting out a little groan. "What a Tuesday!"
He chuckled softly taking your hand in his. "Mine wasn't a piece of cake either, but it's finally over." He nodded leading you upstairs.
After you had showered and spent some time on your post-shower skincare routine, you were ready to get dressed in your most worn and comfortable pajamas, but Stephen just tsked.
"You don't want Wong to see you like this." He warned and you remembered the delicious smell of food you smelled when you got home.
"Did he cook for us?" You asked excited at the idea of eating a proper dinner instead of takeout. Stephen could say whatever he wanted, but you loved Wong's cooking. The Sorcerer Supreme really knew how to cook, in fact he cooked much better than you, but Stephen wasn't ready for that conversation.
Before he could answer, you grabbed a pair of denim shorts and a band t-shirt and got dressed.
"Actually, we cooked for you." Stephen finally confessed with a slight blush on his cheeks. "It all started with America's idea of celebrating your birthday in a low-key way so you wouldn't get mad." He explained. “That was precisely her words”
You smiled from ear to ear. So he hadn't forgotten.
"It was also her idea for me to pretend I forgot it was your birthday today, and she'll probably be mad at me because I should take you downstairs before I tell you, but I couldn't bear to spend another minute of my day without saying it." Then he leaned in close, cupped your face between his shaking hands, and spoke sweetly, "Happy birthday, sweetheart." Before he could say anything else, you had your arms around his neck and pulled him abruptly into a kiss that started out casual and soon became intense and full of saliva and teeth.
"I really thought you forgot!" You confessed, letting out a relieved chuckle. "I don't know what got into me this year, but I spent the whole day thinking it was my birthday and that we should do something about it."
He pinched your cheek teasingly, "I happened to you."
You hummed, "Well, I can't refute that." You responded, pulling him back into your arms. lips in a kiss that lasted until you were interrupted by an incessant knocking on the door.
"Are you guys coming down or what?" America's voice sounded slightly irritated, which made you laugh softly.
"I think you better pretend to be surprised, or she'll kill me." Stephen whispered.
"We're going now." You replied.
When you went down to the dining room - you with the best surprised face you could muster - the table was set beautifully and the candlesticks, never used since you started attending the Sanctum, were lit with candles that seemed to give off a slightly musky scent, but that perfectly matched the delicious smell coming from the kitchen. Wong was finishing the last details and when he saw you, he opened a rare smile.
"Oh my... I can't believe you went to all that trouble!" You exclaimed sincerely.
"You didn't really think we forgot, did you?" He joked, coming towards you and, to your surprise, hugging you. You felt your cheeks turning slightly pink, but you surrendered to the hug, feeling your chest fill with joy and warmth.
"To be honest, I thought everyone had forgotten." You confessed when Wong stepped away and gently pulled out your chair for you to sit down. Stephen smiled ironically, as if he was surprised by his friend's gallantry and maybe even a little jealous, but he said nothing and just pulled out his own chair and sat next to you.
"I think I spent so much time asking people to ignore my birthday that I ended up being afraid that it had actually been ignored this year."
Wong smirked, pointing at all the food placed in front of you. "As you can see, it wasn't. We spent a lot of time thinking about each dish we would make, and we trust that Strange knows what he's talking about because he was the one who chose the menu saying that these are your favorite foods."
You smiled, looking at the food in front of you. Nothing matched, it was just a pile of your favorite foods and somehow you found it much more incredible than if it had been a perfectly prepared menu. There was a basket with fries and some sauces next to it. There was a dish with lasagna Bolognese and another with cannelloni in white sauce. They also roasted what looked like a pork leg and with it there was mashed potatoes, rice, salad and stroganoff. There was definitely enough food to serve about 20 people easily.
"Stephen and I helped Wong prepare everything." America said sitting down and smiling proudly. "Actually I was the one who thought of everything, all the good ideas. Stephen helped, of course. He thinks he knows you so much better than me just because you've known each other longer..."
"Four years longer than you, actually," he teased.
"As I was saying..." She started shooting daggers at him again. "I thought of the best things and even remembered the fries. But overall we didn't do much, Wong got us to do the meson place, the good stuff was on his hands."
"Years and years of practice," Wong said proudly, pulling out his own chair and sitting down as well. "Besides, I needed to make sure you two didn't burn anything."
America rolled her eyes at him and then turned her attention back to you. "Is everything how you like it?"
You smiled. "Of course it is. I just don't know if I'll be able to eat everything you guys prepared."
"Eat whatever you like best," Stephen suggested, taking your plate. "Can I serve you?"
You nodded, noticing that his hands weren't shaking and you knew he was using magic to keep them steady. God forbid he spilled anything that night. Not that you would care, but he would never forgive himself if he did. "What do you want, first?"
You thought for a minute. "I'll start with the fries and the stroganoff. They go together somehow. And to drink... as much as I appreciate the choice of a good wine..."
"She'll have a diet Coke with me." America finished and you winked at her.
Stephen rolled his eyes. "I spent a good fifteen minutes in the wine cellar choosing this wine."
"Well, I'm sure I'll enjoy it properly," Wong said, opening the bottle and pouring himself a full glass of the red wine. He raised the glass to his nose and inhaled deeply before taking a sip. "I really deserve this after the week I've had."
"It's only Tuesday." Stephen said, placing the plate back in front of you. He was clearly going to start serving America, but the teenager was in too much of a hurry to wait and began serving herself, putting a little bit of everything on her plate and carefully assembling a pyramid of food.
"You're going to get a stomachache." Stephen warned as he began to serve himself, but America just shrugged.
Wong helped himself too and soon you guys engaged in a heated conversation about which dish was the best and in the midst of all the silly talk, while eating and laughing like a family, you found yourself thinking that what made you want to celebrate your birthday was that you felt like you belonged to a real family now. Stephen, Wong and America were your family and there was nothing more incredible than spending time with them.
"Just a little bit" Stephen insisted, indicating that you try the roast pork, but you grimaced and refused.
"I feel like I'm going to explode if I eat any more." You confessed "I'm sure it will be good for dinner tomorrow. In fact, I thought we could save some for tomorrow's dinner and make some lunch boxes with the rest to send to the compound. What do you guys think?"
Wong nodded, wiping his lips and finishing what must have been his fourth or fifth glass of wine. "That's a great idea. The food is good, I'd hate for anything to go to waste."
"The lasagna will stay." Stephen demanded as he poured himself another piece of it. "This is extremely delicious."
You couldn't help but smile as you watched him eat. There must have been something about watching your man eat because you found it extremely cute and sexy.
"Okay, the lasagna will stay." You said, bringing your napkin up to his chin to wipe a drop of sauce off his goatee, which made him blush slightly.
...
Stephen smiled broadly as you listened to America explaining the feeling of entering the mirror dimension for the first time and you knew that he saw himself in each new discovery of hers, that as Wong had pointed out several times, he saw himself in America and he liked that. Stephen always told you that you had made him a better man, but you couldn't take all the credit for his growth as a person, America had a big part in that. It was after she arrived that he finally lost his fear of being loved and even though he didn't talk about it, you knew that America was a kind of replacement for the little sister he lost.
"Well, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to clear the table." Wong announced with a pompous gesture with his fingers and everything simply disappeared. You didn't even question the physics of it anymore, you were just grateful that their magic saved you from having to wash so many dishes.
"Is it time yet?" America asked impatiently and Stephen shook his head.
"What are you two up to?" You asked curiously and Stephen just laughed softly, standing up.
"Trust me, you'll like it. But first, I hope you have saved some place for the dessert." He said, making his own pompous gesture with his fingers and a beautiful cake materialized in front of you. It was round, full of colorful sprinkles and on it was the words "Happy birthday, sweetheart" with a single lit candle.
Before you could process the fact that this was the first birthday cake you had since you became an adult, Stephen, America and Wong started singing 'happy birthday to you' as out of tune as possible and before you knew it, you were crying, but you were also laughing and smiling, and it was undeniable that you were happy.
"Make a wish" America asked before you blew out the candle. "I wish..." You began, but were interrupted by Stephen.
"It needs to be a secret or it won't come true."
You nodded, closing your eyes and thinking about your wish with all your might, and then you blew out the candle.
You definitely shouldn't have eaten the second piece of cake, but it was so good that it was impossible to deny it, and besides, there would always be the next day to make up for the excess calories, right? America, on the other hand, didn't seem worried about the calories she had consumed, but thinking about the amount of strength training that Stephen and Wong were subjecting her to, added to the fact that she was a teenager in full physical development, you knew there was no real reason for her to worry about it, and so she devoured the fourth slice quickly before looking at Stephen with her pleading eyes.
"Come on, it's time." She almost begged impatiently. Wong smirked, finishing his own slice of cake.
"Well, I guess it really is time. We have to go back to Kamar Taj after all."
You had moved your chair away from the table enough so that you could sit sideways in it and rest your back against Stephen's chest who was sitting right behind you. The excess sugar and carbohydrates were starting to kick in and you felt slightly sleepy.
"What exactly are you guys up to?" You asked interestedly. Somehow you knew that whatever it was had to do with you. America smiled broadly at Stephen, but it was Wong who answered and with a simple gesture of his fingers, a large, old and heavy book appeared in the air and fell into your lap.
"Oh my god, what is this?" You asked sitting up straight and picking up the book and placing it on the table to look at it. It had a reddish leather cover and gold lettering that read "The magic and mystery of the New York Sanctum."
"It tells the story of the Sanctum, its mysteries, peculiarities, rooms and secret passages, as well as the great events that happened here." Wong said proudly. "Theoretically it should belong to the master of the Sanctum, but since we agreed that the one who really runs the house is you, I decided that you should keep it. It is a humble gift, but of extreme value and it is also a way of saying that you are part of our world."
You couldn't help but feel emotional with those words. Since the beginning, you always wanted to be accepted and welcomed by Wong and you indeed got what you wanted and much more. You had his friendship. "This is... I don't even know what this is..." You found yourself whispering as your fingers caressed the cover of the book because your voice refused to come out.
"A small demonstration of my affection for you, Y/n. Happy birthday and thanks for making Strange a lot less unpleasant." Wong said with a smile at you that turned into a teasing smirk.
"You can compliment her without offending me, you know?" Stephen complained to which Wong shrugged.
"Sure, but it wouldn't be the same."
"Okay, now it's my turn!" America said, butting in. "Remember when we went to the mall and you were eyeing that dress?"
You put your hand over your mouth in disbelief when America made a white box materialize in front of you on the table. "No!"
"Yes!" She answered so excitedly that it seemed like the gift was for her. "I didn't understand why you didn't buy it, but after Stephen told me that Tony was having a party to celebrate your birthday, I knew you had to go dressed in it."
"But it was too expensive! That's why I didn't buy it."
"Well, I had some savings saved up and know that neither Stephen nor Wong had to give a dime to it. It's all me." She said proudly.
You opened the box, removing the silk and finally looking at the beautiful pink dress inside. "Argh, I hate you, kid! Come here, give me a hug."
America's smile widened as she walked around the table and ran to hug you.
"You're my best friend, Y/n."
"Oh, and you're mine."
The two of you were interrupted by Stephen clearing his throat exaggeratedly. "I think it's my turn now."
America stuck her tongue out at him and returned to her seat.
"Well, what could it be?" You teased and he smirked. "I heard you like this particular band, so I thought you might like this..." He moved his fingers and a beautiful vinyl of the album X by Cigarettes After Sex appeared in his hand. He didn't bother to wrap it, but there was a small red bow around the object.
You took the vinyl from his hands in a not-so-delicate way and a soft squeal escaped your lips, such was your ecstasy. "Oh my... there were only 500 copies, how did you..."
"Turn it over to see the back." He instructed proudly and when you did so you almost fell out of your chair. In beautiful script written in silver permanent marker it said "To you, Y/n, with all my love, Greg."
Your jaw dropped and you stared at Stephen and then at the vinyl and then at Stephen again and then at the vinyl trying to believe that this was real. "How..."
"Too much coercion and threats." America said teasingly and Stephen glared at her.
"He likes the Avengers. I promised I'd get him an autograph from Captain America."
You couldn't help but laugh "You're kidding."
He shook his head "I swear. But tell me, did you like it?"
You wrapped the vinyl in an awkward tight hug "What do you think?"
Stephen smirked "I think I deserve a kiss." He said holding your face in his hands and pulling you to his lips.
"Ew." You heard America complain, but at that moment, you didn't care.
"I think that's our cue. Shall we go?!" You heard Wong say as they stood up.
...
"I still can't believe everything they did for me tonight." You said still amazed by the incredible night they had given you.
You and Stephen were lying on the couch in the living room and Wong and America had just left back to Kamar Taj. The TV was on, and you had put on a random horror movie to play, but it was safe to say that neither you nor Stephen were giving a damn about the seemingly bizarre scenes on the screen.
Your bodies were so close that you could feel the heat emanating through Stephen's comfortable clothes, your legs were comfortably intertwined, and your ear was glued to his chest so you could hear the soft beating of his heart and that was the most beautiful sound in the world to you.
"You deserve everything we did and even more." Stephen answered after a minute of silence. His arms were tightly around your body, and he caressed your arms absentmindedly. "You are so loved, Y/n. Not only by me, but by everyone around you. There is something about you that is impossible not to like."
You smiled to yourself hearing those words. They seemed so foreign to you. As someone who grew up with the feeling of rejection rooted within you, it was difficult to receive love or simply understand it as something positive. For a long time you were afraid to love or be loved for fear of losing it.
"Thank you for loving me." You said simply and Stephen kissed your forehead affectionately.
"It's not like it's something hard to do." He joked.
"I spent my whole life thinking the opposite. I always saw myself as someone unlovable. You, Wong, America, Tony and all my Avengers friends showed me that wasn't true and I'm very grateful for that." You confessed, raising your head to look at him.
Stephen was so beautiful. You would never get used to the beauty of those cheekbones and that jaw, much less the color of his eyes and that goatee. The combination of all the details took your breath away every time you looked at him the way you were looking at him now.
"I love it when you look at me like that." He said smirking as if he could read your mind.
"Like what?"
"Like I'm the most important person in your life."
You smile, resting your chin on his chest. "But you are. I love you, Doctor Stephen Strange."
He smiled broadly, cupping your cheek. "And I you." He paused to think for a moment and then asked, "Can I ask what your wish was?"
You had to force your mind out of the trance his gaze had put you in and only then did you realize what he was talking about. "I thought it had to be a secret."
"I won't tell anyone." He said, smirking and making your heart flutter.
"I wished that you would stay in my life forever. That nothing would ever take the three of you away from me." You finally confessed and his smirk gave way to a sweet, open smile.
"You are so loved, sweetheart. I'm sorry the world made you think otherwise, but we are here every day to change that, to make this stubborn, anxious little head of yours understand that you are special.”
"I always feel special when I'm with you."
"Thank goodness because you are. I love you and again, Happy birthday." He said pulling you to his lips and just like that all your doubts, anxiety and tiredness of the day disappeared.
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I’m looking for this fanfic that i read on either Ao3 or Fanfiction.Net. I can’t remember the name of or the majority of what happened in it, but I know these thing specifically:
Irene had a child (a boy?). She made Sherlock think they were his and Sherlock was trying to find Irene and the child. She hid the child from him.
It was revealed that the child wasn’t Sherlock’s and that Irene tried to get him to sleep with her but because Sherlock loved Molly so much, Sherlock couldn’t you know “perform”.
Molly found out that she took Sherlock’s virginity. (This was like the final or near the final chapter. I think Molly’s reaction to finding this out made me laugh and that’s why I remember this detail).
What I think happened (I could have been reading a second story at the same time):
Molly travelling to a different country and Sherlock shows up - they had a fight before she left or argued in the hotel? room.
If you have any idea what fanfic I’m talking about please let know.
Yes, I will use any image of Stephen/Ben without his goatee/beard as Supreme Strange
Pairing: Supreme!Strange x Fem!Reader
(Same pair from Don't Let Me Go)
Warnings: None, this is just fluffy
Word Count: 0,840k
A/N: I had this song in my head for weeks and it always made me think of Stephen, I don't know why, but I had this scenario in my head for days and I needed to write it. It's cute and all, but if you know the ending of this pair and assimilate it to the lyrics of the song it's incredibly heartbreaking, so I strongly recommend that you read Dont Let Me Go after or before reading this ;)
Stephen always had difficulty recognizing his flaws, but certainly not accepting his limitations and being annoyed by not knowing or not understanding a subject was one of them.
It was probably the silliest thing in the world, which made him even angrier, but ever since you returned from your trip to Iceland which you went to attend a science fair sponsored by Stark Industries, you haven't stopped singing a song.
You hummed that song at work all day, you sang it in the shower or when you were cooking, to the point of humming that song one night after you had sex. You were lying on your back on the bed, his head was on your shoulder and you were drawing circles on his shoulder totally oblivious to anything and when he realized you were humming it.
Usually he loved to hear you sing. Not that you were any good at it, you were totally out of tune, but he loved to hear you humming around the house. He also liked how eclectic you were in your tastes that ranged from Beethoven to ACDC, but the problem was that you listened to music in languages he didn't know and that was exactly the case.
Stephen knew the basics, he was good at French, he understood Spanish reasonably well, but that was all. You on the other hand were fluent in at least eight languages, the most recent being Icelandic and you kept singing that Icelandic song that wasn't exactly bad but irritated him by leaving him out, because it was something he didn't know, that he didn't understand and he didn't like not knowing and understanding things.
When he got over his pride and finally asked you what that song was about you just smiled at him saying it was just song that played nonstop on radio when you were in Iceland and it got stuck in your head, but it didn't feel like just any song, not when you had it in your head all day and for weeks on end .
Sometimes he caught you distracted looking at him and humming it, you had this habit of looking at him distracted when he was working or even when he was at the Sanctum doing something, you stopped doing what you were doing and kept looking at him. Usually he was flattered, but he became intrigued by understanding that there seemed to be a connection between the song and him for you, but what connection would that be and would it be a good thing after all?
He's reached the edge of ridiculousness by questioning Sue Storm at a dinner party about the song. You and Sue were friends and she laughed when he asked and told him the name of the song and the name of the singer and that night, you were sleeping next to him, he took his notebook and put on headphones finally finding a video of the song with English subtitles and that's when he understood.
Stephen wasn't necessarily romantic, you didn't have a song or even used to celebrate dates, but the realization of what that song meant, what all those moments meant made him soft.
He heard it a couple of times before putting the notebook on top of the nightstand and looked at you sleeping and without holding back he lay down next to you pulling you by the waist to settle closer to you and kissed your cheek, your eyelids, your nose until you wake up.
You smiled at him with your eyes still closed "Why aren't you sleeping?"
He sighed touching your face "Because I was busy investigating something that had been driving me crazy for weeks"
You frowned, running your hand over your face, not understanding "From work? Why didn't you tell me?"
He denied smiling "Not from work. About you and that damn song."
You didn't seem to understand and he pulled you to his lips and then whispered in your ear "Nothing can pull me away from you now. I hold on tight to you. No one can love me like you do."
You smiled ear to ear, immediately recognizing the snippet of the song.
"Next time you want to confess your love to me try a song in a language I know."
You chuckled putting your arms around his neck and rolled over him putting your legs around his waist "Do you know what that means? That I was on the other side of the world when I first heard this song and all I could think about was you. There’s only you."
He smirked, his hands tight on your waist "And that means..."
You kissed his lips softly and then purposely bit his bottom lip
"That I love you Stephen Strange and nothing in the world will separate me from you."
"They wouldn’t even dare to try, Miss Stark." He brought a hand to the back of your neck, pulling you into a passionate kiss.
You can listen to the song on Spotify HERE or on Youtube HERE
And you can read the english translation HERE ;)
You will find it on my Spotify playlist too.
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Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2024, Day 4: Pet Names
“Darling?” Sherlock’s voice called from the other room.
“No,” Molly’s reply came as she walked into the bedroom, “I don’t like that one.” Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she wrinkled her nose, “Makes me think of a grandma.”
He frowned at her and steepled his hands against his chin again. “Angel?” Her face scrunched in disgust. “No, then.” He tapped his chin. “I know you alr – ”
“Sweetheart is for children…not for the woman you sleep with.” She eyed him. “I’m not budging on that one.”
He gave her an exasperated look and she laughed. “What is so wrong with calling me Molly or Molls?” she raised her hands in question.
“Everyone calls you Molly,” he stated.
“Well, it…is…my name,” she said slowing, trying not to laugh. He frowned at her.
“Am I not allowed to want to call you something that only I get to call you?” he asked. “To let everyone know that you are my love?”
She smiled and stood up, walking over to him. “Why not that?” she asked as she slid into his lap. “My love.”
He wrapped his arms around her and tested the term of endearment out for himself. “My love…my love….my love,” he finished in a whisper. “I think that will do perfectly.”
Over the years we’ve had a lot prompt fills submitted to us. I thought it would be nice to shine a spotlight on those individual submissions. Please give the author or artist a bit of love.
Following Her by @mizjoely - One prompt, two drabbles. Tons of angst.
Original Prompt: Sherlock sees a woman on the street. Instantly intrigued (you can choose as to why) he follows her. - @mel-loves-all
Over the years we’ve had a lot prompt fills submitted to us. I thought it would be nice to shine a spotlight on those individual submissions. Please give the author or artist a bit of love.
Have A Heart by @mizjoely - Holidaysat221b Prompt of the Day - 2/14/22: Valentine’s - Sherlolly Valentine’s
Original Prompt: Valentine’s - Sherlolly Valentine’s … Sherlock requisitions a heart from Bart’s. Molly thinks nothing of it, it’s not unusual for him to … obtain body parts. What is unusual is what follows when he invites her to 221B that night … (post-ILY) - Anonymous
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