Summary: Y/N struggles with remembering to eat, but Stephen is there to take care of them.
Warnings: angst, mentions of ED, DNI if you're uncomfortable
Word count: 1k
A/n: its been a while.. (only like 8 months lol) I feel like I improved my writing a lot!!🖤 Hugs to everyone struggling with ED or just have trouble with eating, you're not alone and I hope this short story can comfort you!<3 btw sorry for bad english, enjoy!
The clock ticked something past 11pm on the wall. Stars spread across the nightsky. Moon brightly seeked through your windows.
You found yourself resting in your shared bed, in warmth and comfort. Your thumb mindlessly scrolled through your phone, your other hand clutched the blanket close to your neck. Still, you couldn’t quite shake off the feeling of the emptiness in your stomach.
You simply forgot, neglected. Once again. People around you would look at you funny and wonder to themselves: “how does one forget to eat?” You didn't know yourself. It just happens when you get stuck on something important, or unimportant. You just wave your hand and tell yourself you're gonna eat later. But then you, infact, don't.
It's not difficult for you to ignore it really, until it is. As a matter of fact, you quite enjoy the feeling of hunger, because sometimes your mind convinces you that you don't deserve to eat for some reason. Until, your body basically starts begging you to eat atleast something, anything.
You're unable to recall when was the last time you had something to eat. Could’ve been 4 hours ago, maybe 5. Maybe even more. Long enough for you to feel weak and lightheaded.
Now, as your mind is almost drifting away your attention from whatever you're looking at in your phone, Stephen enters the bedroom. He's dressed in one of his casual clothes - simple black t-shirt, sweatpants. His hair is out of place. Tired features in his face he usually doesn't let show, but you always notice anyway.
You don't lift your gaze to look at him, even though you haven't seen him since the early morning.
“Hey,” he says softly as he closes the door behind him. “you're awake.”
You give him a tired hum as a confirmation.
Slowly, he walks over to the edge of his side of the bed. Only then when he really takes in the sight of you, he realizes, what's the matter.
“Did you eat?” Just that. These three words make you pause and hesitate for a second. Your thumb freezes, but you don't look up from your screen.
“…yes,” you mutter after few seconds. Uncertainity in your voice.
He doesn't overthink it one second to know you're lying. He sees clearly how your figure slightly, almost unnoticeably, trembles. How your eyelids are halfway closed, because you're too weak and tired to keep them opened all the way.
“No,” he sits down next to you on the bed. “you didn't.”
You just sigh and accept your fate. Your phone lowered in your hands.
“I forgot to…” you admit. Your head slowly turns towards him and you finally meet his eyes. His expression clearly tells you it bothers him, but not the way it does when he's mad at you. He's worried, because he cares.
He doesn't question why or how could you forget, he knows better than that. You just watch him exhale and slightly nod.
Absentmindledly, his hand reaches for your wrist to check your pulse. Just to make sure you're okay. Doctor muscle memory.
“Do you feel lightheaded?” He asks quietly and carefully.
You nod your head just barely.
“I’m sorry...” you start. “I guess I was just too focused on other things. You must think I’m absurd for forgetting such thing, but I just-”
“Don’t apologize,” he interrupts you. Your glance shifts away from his. You don't want him to see you so vulnerable, it would make you feel even worse. Despite that you knew he would never judge you for that.
He reaches out his hand to grab your phone.
“If you, for some reason, forgot to charge your phone,” he starts “it would give out, correct?” he murmurs gently.
You turn back at him and nod, unsure about where this is going.
“Well, that's exactly the same way your body works.” He sets your phone down on the bedside table. “if you don't give it energy, it can collapse.” He explains with his surgeon precision.
You knew that, of course you knew that. However, that doesn't stop it from happening. A hopeless sigh escapes your mouth.
“I’m not trying to give you a lecture. That's the last thing I want, because I know you'd hate that.” That earns a subtle, faint smile on your face. “…but I care about you and I don't want you to suddenly faint one day because of this, okay?”
“I’m not doing it on purpose,” you whisper as to defend yourself.
“I know, love.”
He brushes a few strands of your hair from your face. His fingers linger just a second longer on your skin than necessary.
“I can bring you something, if you'd like. It doesn't have to be a full meal, if you don't want to. But I will not go to sleep peacefully if I don't make sure you ate something.”
“Okay..”
He presses a quick kiss to your forehead, then gets up and walks to the kitchen. You rest against the sheets for a while, until he comes back with simple food in his hand and a glass of water in the other.
Your hands continue to shake as you grip the glass to sip. He supports your hands with his own. Then, he lends you the food and watches you for a little while.
He shifts to sit leaning against the headboard next to you. One arm streched around your shoulders as an act of comfort, but trying not to overwhelm you. His lips press into the side of your head.
You finish eating and cuddle more into his side, relaxing against him while listening to his heartbeat.
“Feel a little better?” He rests his head on top of yours. You hum as a yes.
He holds you with both of his hands now. Your fingers lightly trace non-existant shapes along his arm. Eyelids already falling over your eyes.
“I love you, Stephen.” you mumble. He pauses.
“I love you too, sweetheart.”
His arms stay around you until you fall asleep. He watches over you for a moment, finally peaceful, until he dozes off himself.
Summary: Y/N got into trouble twice and he saved her, TWICE. They soon enough become close and eventually...
Warnings: a little bit of angst, but mostly fluff<3
Words count: 4k?
A/n: hii so this is my first fanfic, hope you like it🖤 (please excuse how bad it is written by times)
You quickened your pace, your heart racing as an unknown man behind you called out again.
“Hey, come on, sweetheart. I just want to talk to you.”
You ignored him, keeping your head down and clutching your bag tighter. The streetlights cast long shadows on the pavement, and the people around seemed oblivious to your discomfort.
“Don’t be rude now,” he said, his voice closer this time. You felt a cold wave of panic wash over you as his hand brushed your shoulder unexpectedly.
Before you could react, another voice cut through the tension, calm but firm.
“Is there a problem here?”
You turned to see another man standing a few feet away, his posture relaxed but his gaze sharp. He was tall, dressed in a dark coat that billowed slightly in the breeze.
The man hesitated: “No problem. Just talking to her.”
“Doesn’t look like she wants to talk,” the stranger replied, his tone steady, almost conversational. “Why don’t you move along?”
The man scowled, muttering something under his breath before turning and walking away, disappearing into the shadows.
You exhaled shakily, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins. The stranger turned his attention to you now, his expression softening slightly.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice quieter now.
You nodded, though your hands were still trembling. “Yeah, I think so. Thank you. I didn’t know what to do.”
He studied you for a moment, his gaze not invasive but observant. “It’s New York,” he said with a faint, wry smile. “Unfortunately, things like this happen too often.”
You managed a small smile in return, still trying to steady your breathing. “I guess so. I just… wasn’t expecting it tonight.”
His eyes flicked to your hands, noticing the way they gripped your bag. “Do you need someone to walk you home? Or somewhere safer?”
You hesitated. He seemed genuine, but you didn’t know him. Still, something about his calm demeanor reassured you.
“I think I’ll be okay,” you said after a moment. “I live a few blocks away.”
He nodded, stepping aside to give you space. “Alright. Just stay aware of your surroundings. And if you ever feel unsafe, don’t hesitate to call for help.”
“Thanks,” you said again, your voice steadier now. “Really.”
He gave you a slight nod, his expression unreadable. “Take care.”
As he turned to leave, you couldn’t help but call out, “Wait! I didn’t get your name.”
He glanced back, a flicker of amusement crossing his face. “Stephen,” he said simply before walking out of your sight.
***
The air felt electric, thick with tension as you pressed yourself against the cold wall of the alley. You couldn’t believe how the day had spiraled. One moment, you were grabbing a coffee, the next, you were being dragged into a hostage situation by a masked figure wielding some sort of strange, glowing weapon.
The villain stood in the middle of the chaos, ranting about power, control, and the destruction of some "order" you didn’t understand. You were now in some alley of the villian, unable to move due to the rope wrapped around you, great.
“Alright, that’s enough,” a deep, calm voice echoed.
Your eyes widened as a man in a flowing red cloak and blue robes stepped forward. He didn’t look like any superhero you’d seen on TV. No flashy gadgets or masks, just an air of authority and… magic?
The villain scoffed. “And who do you think you are?”
“Doctor Strange,” he simply said, his voice steady, almost bored. His hands moved in a fluid motion, golden sparks trailing through the air as glowing symbols formed around him. “you’re wasting my time, let's just get this over with.”
You couldn’t help but stare, torn between awe and confusion. Who was this guy? And how was he doing… that?
The villain lunged, but Strange was faster. The air seemed to ripple as portals and shields materialized out of thin air. His movements were precise, calculated, as if he already knew how the fight would end.
In moments, it was over. The villain was bound, the glowing weapon disarmed and disintegrated. You stayed rooted to the spot, your eyes fixed on Strange as he turned to you.
“Are you alright?” he asked, stepping closer. He began to gently untie you.
“I… I think so,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.
His gaze softened, but there was a flicker of something else. Recognition?
“You look familiar,” he said slowly, tilting his head as he studied you.
You blinked, suddenly remembering. “Wait… Stephen?”
His eyes widened slightly, and a hint of a smirk tugged at his lips. “The woman from the street,” he said, his tone carrying a trace of amusement.
“That’s you?!” you asked, gesturing vaguely at the cloak and the sparks still fading from his hands. “You’re a… sorcerer?”
He shrugged, the smirk growing. “Basically, yes.”
You let out a breathless laugh, still trying to process everything. “Wow. And here I thought you were just some overly observant guy.”
“I can be both,” he replied, his tone light but his eyes scanning you for any signs of injury. “Are you sure you’re okay? No injuries?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” you assured him, still slightly dazed. “Just… a little overwhelmed.”
“That’s normal,” he said, his voice softening. “It’s not every day you’re caught in the middle of a magical showdown.”
You couldn’t help but smile at his attempt to lighten the mood. “So, uh, do you do this often? Saving random strangers?”
“More often than I’d like,” he admitted, the smirk returning. “But I seem to be making a habit of saving you specifically.”
You laughed, the tension easing slightly. “Well, I appreciate it. Again.”
He nodded, his expression unreadable for a moment before he spoke again. “You should head home. Stay safe.”
“Right,” you said, starting to move but hesitating. “uhm.. thank you.” you said sincerely.
His gaze softened again, and he gave a small nod. “Take care, Y/N.”
You froze. “Wait, how do you know my name?”
His smirk returned, and with a flick of his wrist, a portal opened behind him. “I know more than you think,” he said cryptically before stepping through, leaving you standing there in the alley, questions swirling in your mind. Will you even ever meet again?
***
It had been a few weeks since you’d last seen Stephen, or rather, Doctor Strange, and you still couldn’t quite shake the surreal feeling of that encounter. The way he’d casually saved you, then vanished without a trace, had left you with more questions than answers. Was he really a sorcerer? And if so, what was he doing in New York, saving random people?
You hadn’t expected to run into him again, especially not like this.
It was a quiet evening, and you’d decided to take a walk through the park, hoping to clear your head. The sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange, and the park was mostly empty. The crisp autumn air filled your lungs, and for a moment, you felt at peace.
That was until you heard a familiar voice.
“Didn’t expect to see you here.”
You turned, your heart skipping a beat as you saw him standing near a bench, hands tucked into his coat pockets, looking just as composed as the last time you saw him.
“Stephen?” you asked, your voice a little too surprised for your liking. “What are you doing here?”
He smiled, a knowing glint in his eyes. “I could ask you the same thing. It’s a park, Y/N. People come here to walk, think, enjoy the quiet.”
You scoffed and narrowwed your eyes, not sure whether to laugh or roll your eyes. “I know what a park is.”
He chuckled, stepping closer. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
You both stood there for a moment, the awkwardness lingering, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was just… unexpected.
“So, uh… how’s life?” you asked awkwardly, suddenly realizing you didn’t really know anything about him outside of the fact that he could do magic.
“Busy,” he replied, his tone light but his eyes scanning the park. “You know, saving the world, fighting evil, all that.” He paused, glancing back at you. “And you? What’s your life like now?”
You shrugged, trying to sound casual. “Same as usual. Work, life, avoiding being caught in hostage situations.”
He raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a half-smile. “That’s good. I’d hate to think you were getting into trouble again.”
“I’m trying to avoid it,” you replied, smiling back at him. “But you never know with New York.”
There was a brief silence, both of you just standing there, the sound of distant laughter and rustling leaves filling the air. Then, Stephen stepped closer, his expression a little more serious.
“I’m glad you’re okay,” he said, his voice softer than before. You looked up at him as he was towering over you. The slight breeze flying through his and your hair.
You met his gaze, surprised by the sincerity in his tone. “I’m glad you’re okay too.”
For a moment, it felt like the world had slowed down. The noise of the city faded, and it was just the two of you standing there in the park, sharing a quiet connection.
Finally, you broke the silence. “So… do you do this often? Just run into people you’ve saved?”
He smirked. “Not really. But I’m glad we did. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever see you again.”
You smiled, feeling the warmth of the moment. “Well, I’m not that hard to find.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge?”
You laughed, shaking your head. “No, just stating a fact.”
He nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Good to know. Maybe we’ll run into each other again soon, Y/N.”
“Maybe,” you replied, feeling a little more at ease. “I’ll keep an eye out.”
With a final glance, Stephen turned and walked away, disappearing into the park as you stood there, a strange sense of anticipation lingering in the air. Maybe this wasn’t the last time you’d see him after all.
A few days passed since your unexpected meeting in the park, and Stephen Strange hadn’t left your mind. It wasn’t just the mystery of him, or the fact that he’d saved you twice now, but something about him lingered, like a song you couldn’t quite forget.
It was late one evening when your phone buzzed. You frowned, glancing at the unknown number flashing on the screen.
“Hello?” you answered cautiously.
“Y/N.”
You froze, recognizing the deep, composed voice immediately. “Stephen?”
“Good guess,” he said, his tone carrying that familiar hint of amusement.
“How-how did you get my number?” you asked, a little incredulous.
“I have my ways,” he replied, his voice too calm for your liking.
You rolled your eyes, though a smile tugged at your lips. “That’s not creepy at all.”
“I thought you’d appreciate it,” he countered smoothly. “You did say you weren’t hard to find.”
Touché.
“What do you want?” you asked, trying to sound casual, though your heart had started to race.
“I was thinking,” he began, his voice dipping slightly, “we never really finished our conversation the other day. I thought it might be nice to… change that.”
You blinked, caught off guard by the directness of his words. “You want to… talk?”
“I was thinking more along the lines of dinner,” he said, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. “Unless you’re too busy avoiding trouble.”
Your cheeks warmed, but you managed to keep your tone steady. “I think I can make time.”
“Good,” he said, sounding satisfied. “Tomorrow night. Seven. I’ll text you the address.”
Before you could respond, the line went dead. You stared at your phone, equal parts annoyed and amused. Who just hangs up like that?
***
The next evening, you found yourself standing outside a small, tucked-away restaurant in Greenwich Village. The address Stephen had sent you led here, and you couldn’t help but wonder how someone like him — mystical, larger than life — chose such a low-key spot.
Inside, you spotted him almost immediately, sitting at a corner table, looking far too composed for someone who’d just asked you out of the blue.
“So you came,” he remarked as you approached, standing to pull out your chair.
“Don’t sound so surprised,” you shot back, taking your seat.
He smirked, settling across from you. “I'm not. Just impressed.”
The conversation flowed easier than you expected. Stephen was sharp, quick-witted, and surprisingly easy to talk to when he wasn’t throwing portals around or saving the world. You found yourself laughing more than you had in weeks, his dry humor balancing perfectly with your own.
At one point, as the waiter refilled your drinks, Stephen leaned back slightly, studying you with a curious expression.
“What?” you asked, feeling a little self-conscious under his gaze.
“You,” he said simply. “You’re different.”
“Different how?”
He tilted his head, as if considering his words carefully. “Most people I meet are either intimidated or overly curious. You’re neither.”
You shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Maybe I’m just used to people like you.”
“People like me?” he echoed, raising an eyebrow.
“Arrogant,” you grinned
He chuckled, shaking his head. “Fair enough.”
The night passed too quickly, and before you knew it, you were walking out together, the cool night air wrapping around you.
“Thank you for tonight,” you said, glancing up at him. “I had a good time.”
“Good enough to do this again?” he asked, his tone light but his eyes serious.
You smiled, nodding. “Yeah. Good enough for that.”
He returned the smile, and for a moment, you could’ve sworn there was something softer in his expression.
“I’ll hold you to that,” he said, stepping closer. “But next time, I’m choosing the place again. My way of keeping you out of trouble.”
You laughed, shaking your head. “You’ve got your work cut out for you, Doctor Strange.”
He smirked, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he stepped back. “Goodnight, Y/N.”
“Goodnight, Stephen,” you replied, watching as he turned and walked away, his figure disappearing into the night.
You stood there for a moment longer, a strange mix of warmth and anticipation settling in your chest. Maybe this wasn’t the last time you’d see him after all.
Recently you found yourself thinking about Stephen more often than you cared to admit. Your conversations had become almost routine now, with texts or brief phone calls between his missions, but something about those moments lingered in the back of your mind. He wasn’t the easiest person to get to know, but the more you spoke with him, the more you saw a side of him that few people ever would.
Tonight, however, things felt different. He had invited you to the Sanctum for what he called a “quick catch-up,” but you had a feeling it wasn’t going to be as casual as he was making it sound.
You arrived at the Sanctum, the heavy door creaking as you pushed it open. Stephen was sitting at the long table, scribbling something down on a piece of parchment. When he looked up, a soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
“Y/N, you’re early.”
You shrugged, walking over to take a seat across from him. “Better than late.”
There was a long silence between you two, a comfortable kind of stillness that had settled over your conversations in recent days. You found yourself just watching him, noticing the subtle tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers tapped rhythmically on the edge of the table.
You decided to break the silence. “You’ve been… busy, huh?”
“Always.” His smile was half-hearted, and there was something in his eyes that told you he wasn’t entirely present.
You frowned, tilting your head. “You’re still working on that spell?”
“No,” he said, sighing softly. “Just thinking, I guess.”
“About what?” you asked, leaning forward.
He met your gaze for a moment, his eyes holding a depth that you hadn’t quite seen before. “My hands,” he said quietly, his voice almost distant.
You blinked, not expecting that. “Your hands?”
He nodded slowly, his gaze dropping to the table as if the words were hard for him to say. “Yeah. They’re… they’re not what they used to be.”
Your heart skipped a beat. You knew about his accident, of course. The rumors and whispers about how he’d lost his career as a surgeon. But no one ever really talked about the aftermath, the emotional weight of losing something so central to his identity.
“Stephen,” you started softly, unsure how to approach this, “I know you used to be a doctor. You must have been amazing at it.”
He looked up, his gaze meeting yours, and for a moment, you saw something in his eyes that wasn’t the confident, detached sorcerer you were used to. There was a flicker of something raw, something that made your chest tighten.
“I was,” he said quietly. “I was good at it. I saved lives. I helped people. But now…” He trailed off, shaking his head, as if saying it out loud made it more real. “Now, my hands… They aren’t steady enough. I can’t do what I used to. I’m supposed to be able to heal, but…” He swallowed, his voice catching for just a second. “But I can’t even heal myself.”
The vulnerability in his words struck you harder than you expected. He wasn’t just a sorcerer; he was someone who had poured himself into healing, only to be stopped by something so simple, so… physical.
You didn’t say anything at first, just watching him, letting the silence stretch between you as you processed his words.
Then, without thinking, you reached across the table and gently placed your hand on top of his. The touch was soft, almost tentative, but his eyes flickered up to meet yours, and for the first time, you saw something different in his expression. A softness, an openness.
“You don’t have to heal everyone, you know,” you said quietly, your voice gentle but firm. “You’ve already done more than most people could dream of.”
He let out a small, dry laugh, a sound that held no real humor. “Maybe. But I can’t help feeling like I’ve failed. My hands were my identity. Without them, what am I?”
“You’re still you,” you replied, squeezing his hand. “You’re still the person who saved me that day, the person who showed me kindness when I needed it. You’re more than just your hands, Stephen. You’re the person behind them.”
There was a pause, and you could see him wrestling with his thoughts, as if your words had hit him in a place he hadn’t expected. He exhaled slowly, his shoulders dropping slightly as the tension seemed to ease just a little.
“I didn’t expect you to understand,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Maybe not,” you said with a small smile, “but that doesn’t mean I don’t care.”
His gaze softened, and for a moment, he simply watched you, his fingers still resting under your hand. It was a quiet moment, but there was something in it. Something raw and real that neither of you had expected to find in each other.
“I’m glad you’re here,” he suddenly said, his voice barely above a whisper.
You smiled, pulling your hand away, but just enough to let your fingers brush against his in a quiet acknowledgment. “I’m glad I’m here too.”
***
Tonight, there was a shift. A tugging feeling in your chest, as if the pieces of the past were coming together in a way you hadn’t fully realized before.
“You remember when we first met?” you asked quietly, your fingers tracing circles on the back of his hand. You sat on the couch and he was by your side.
Stephen’s gaze softened, and he turned his head slightly to meet your eyes. “How could I forget? You looked terrified.” He smirked, but it was warm, full of affection. "I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone look at me like that. You were practically shaking in front of that guy."
You chuckled softly, the memory still vivid in your mind. The fear, the uncertainty, the way he’d stepped in without hesitation. “I thought I was done for. But then you showed up, and... everything kind of stopped. I didn’t even know who you were, but you were there. And you saved me.”
Stephen didn’t respond immediately, just let the words sit between you. It wasn’t often that he allowed himself to reflect like this. On the past, on how far you’d both come. But tonight, it felt different.
“I never imagined I’d be here. With you. Doing this... whatever this is.” You gestured between you both, a small smile on your face, but there was an edge of uncertainty in your tone.
He studied you for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly as though he was piecing together something you hadn’t said. “I never though I'd be so.. drawn to you.”
“and I was definitely a little 'scared' of you. You were this mysterious... sorcerer guy. And I didn’t know anything about magic. You were so... confident. But at the same time, I felt safe around you.”
His eyes darkened for a moment “I didn’t want to be your protector, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted to be there for you.”
You tilted your head, studying him. “And now? What are we now, Stephen?”
For a moment, there was silence, as if the answer was too big, too important to rush. He took a deep breath, leaning in closer, his forehead brushing against yours. “I think I’m here. And you’re here. That’s enough.”
“But...” you began, but he cut you off gently.
“I don’t need to label this. I just need to be with you. Whatever that means.”
His words, simple and unadorned, made your chest ache in the best way. You’d gone from a terrified woman, lost in a city, to someone who was here with him, in this moment. You’d gone through pain, loss, fear... and yet, here you were. Together.
“I’m glad we’re here,” you murmured, wrapping your arms around him.
“Me too,” Stephen whispered back, pulling you closer.
And in that moment, nothing else seemed to matter. The world beyond the Sanctum could keep turning, threats could keep coming... but for now, you had everything you needed in this moment. Together.
Stephen pulled back slightly, his piercing gaze meeting yours, and for a moment, the vulnerability in his expression was almost startling. His lips parted as though he was about to say something, but he hesitated.
You tilted your head, your voice soft but firm. “Stephen... what are we doing? I don’t want to keep dancing around this.”
His jaw tightened, his hands still resting on your waist. He exhaled deeply, his thumb brushing over your side as if grounding himself. “You’re right,” he admitted, his voice quieter now. “I’ve been avoiding putting this into words, but I think it’s time I stop.”
Your heart raced, your hands gripping his shirt lightly. “Then say it.”
He looked at you, his expression softening into something almost tender. “I care about you more than I’ve ever cared about anyone,” he said slowly, deliberately. “You’re not just someone I saved on a street, or someone I’ve spent time with. You’re... everything. And I don’t want to keep pretending this is casual or undefined.”
Your breath caught in your throat. The weight of his words settled over you like a warm blanket, and for a moment, you didn’t know how to respond.
“You mean that?” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly.
“I don’t say things I don’t mean, Y/N. I want this. I want you. And if you want me, I’m yours.”
A small laugh escaped you, a mix of relief and joy. “Stephen Strange, are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”
His lips curved into a rare, genuine smile. “I suppose I am.”
You grinned. “Then yes. I’m yours. And you’re mine.”
His arms tightened around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. “I guess it’s official now,” he murmured, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and affection.
“Finally,” you teased, resting your head against his chest.
He chuckled softly, the sound rumbling through you. “Took us long enough, didn’t it?”
“Indeed,” you replied, your smile widening.
And with that, the uncertainty that had lingered between you melted away, replaced by the steady, undeniable truth: you were his, and he was yours. You felt happy like never.
You probably noticed Ive been gone for almost 5 months. I didn't have motivation to write at all and got no motivation. Next few months are gonna be hard for me, so I might still not come back with anything yet.
Summary: You and Stephen went to college together, but after senior year, you had to separate. Now, years later, you meet again unexpectedly, which makes things tense.
Tags: fluff, slight angst?
Word count: barely 3k
A/n: thought this would be much longer, but I really cannot write long fics — tips and advices are very welcomed! Anyways, enjoy!
Last few weeks of your life were very... floaty. Literally. Objects levitating around you without a reason and random blasts of energy escaping your palms. What is that even supposed to mean? This can't be some magic, can it? Magic doesn't exist, it was just made up as entertainment for fairytales — you thought. Though, there was no other reasonable explanation. But what you knew was, that you can't possibly deal with this on your own.
What first came to your mind, was to seek help from the Avengers. People who daily deal with danger and some of them have superpowers on their own. They'll know what to do, you thought.
So now, here you were, sitting in the Avengers tower while the famous Tony Stark stood infront of you trying to figure out what to do.
“We’re not exactly experts on magic, so we can't really help you.” he simply said. Well, that was disappointing.
You still sat there dumbfounded and practically hopeless. Honestly, Tony Stark didn't even really look like someone who would be interested in helping people with such things. Just some another arrogant man. It felt almost... Familiar.
You hummed as a response. You looked down, deep in your thoughts. Thinking where you should look for help now. You didn't know anything about magic, nor know someone who deals with it.
Tony's voice cut through your thoughts: “You can stay here for a few days until we find someone to help you.” he sighed.
You briefly smiled. “Thank you.”
He exited the room, probably heading to do more important things. Leaving you alone with thoughts and feelings. You never wanted this power, not really. But they'll find someone to help you, right?
***
It was just the next day and to your surprise, Tony already found a solution.
You walked out of the room they gave you to stay in and saw Tony chatting with a tall man. He was dressed in blue robes and a red cape with a collar. His hair was dark with grey streaks on his temples and a perfectly trimmed goatee on his chin.
They both turned around when they heard you enter and that’s when it hit you.
This couldn’t be... It would be too coincidental. You’re probably imagining things.
“Y/N, this is Doctor Strange. He’s a wizard and will help you with your powers.”
Oh, God. It was him. You weren’t sure if you should be happy or upset now that you’re in the same room as him again.
You glanced up at him just to find him with the same realization on his face.
“Stephen?”
“Y/N?” you both said almost at the same time. The way he said your name still sounded so familiar. A wave of nostalgia tingled through you.
Tony confusely looked between you and shook his head. “Alright... I'll give you two space.” and he left.
Still in shock you both stood there. Silence hanging in the air. What should you possibly say after seeing someone after almost a decade?
“Didn’t expect they’d call you to help me.” you broke the silence awkwardly.
“Didn’t expect you'd be the one needing help.” he said back. He still got that damn smirk he always did. The one that made your stomach flutter and apparently, it still does.
It was visible he tried to avoid eye contact. You could tell he was taken away by the sudden meeting just as much as you were.
“What happened with you? After college, I mean.” you hesitantly asked.
“I started my career as a neurosurgeon. Then I endured a car accident — which made me unable to do my job — and now im here.” he finally looked up at you, but something in his expression was unsure. Like he was regretting everything that caused being away from you for years.
“And you?” he added.
“I discovered this power I need help with,” you chuckled, trying to lighten up the atmosphere. But Stephen did not laugh, his mouth didn't even twitch. He still stayed composed and serious.
“We should get going then,” he quickly opened a portal to the Sanctum leaving you in shock, but you didn't comment on it. You just disbelievingly shook your head and stepped through.
*FLASHBACK*
You ran through the halls, trying to find your class. First day of the freshman year in college and you were already late.
Not the best first impression for your first big lecture, but the campus map had been confusing, and now you stood at the doorway, scanning the room for an empty seat.
The professor didn’t look up as he continued his lecture. You could tell he was probably more than used to people arriving late.
Most seats were taken — groups had already formed, students seated together like they’d known each other for years instead of hours.
Except—
“Hey,” a voice called quietly from the back.
A guy sat there, leaning back in his chair. Dark hair, sharp features, fingers lazily twirling a pen between them.
“There’s a seat here.”
With a deep breath, you walked over, sliding into the chair without looking at him.
“Rough first day?” he asked, voice low enough that only you could hear.
You kept your eyes on the professor. “Map's confusing.”
He chuckled under his breath. “Or you’re just bad with directions.”
Your head snapped toward him, ready to snap back with a sharp remark, but the grin on his face made you pause.
Cocky. Unapologetic.
"Stephen," he said, offering his hand.
"Y/N," you replied, shaking it briefly.
"Nice to meet you,Y/N," he repeated your name slowly, like he was testing how it sounded. “Stick with me. I don’t get lost.”
You rolled your eyes, pulling your hand back. “Right. Because you’re perfect, aren’t you?”
Stephen smiled wider, leaning in just slightly.
“Maybe.”
Considering you've met him just few minutes ago, you could already tell he was an arrogant man you did not want to stick with.
You turned your attention back to the professor, determined not to let him get under your skin. But you could feel his eyes on you. And somehow, you knew this wasn’t the last time you’d hear that voice.
***
You stood by the board, scanning the list of names for study groups forming for the semester. Most groups were already full.
"Looking for someone to keep up with?"
You didn’t have to turn to know who it was. The voice was already stuck in your mind since the first day you heard it.
“Stephen,” you sighed. “Do you follow me around, or is it just my bad luck?”
He didn't answer. He stepped beside you, glancing at the sheet.
“Lucky for you, I saved a spot in my group.”
You raised a brow. “Why?”
He shrugged. “Figured you might get lost again.”
You scoffed slightly and rolled your eyes. You stared at the paper, then back at him.
Cocky. Persistent. But something about him wasn’t as put-together as he seemed.
"Fine," you muttered, scribbling your name under his. "But this doesn't mean we're some friends or anything."
Stephen smirked. “Of course not.”
***
Days, then weeks went on. And guess what? You did not get rid of him. He actually offered you free lectures.
He wasn’t that type of a guy to play football and pick up hot girls, no. But he was such a nerd.
“I still think you’re wrong about that nerve pathway,” you said as you packed your notes.
Stephen laughed, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “Prove me wrong then.”
You shot him a look. “Don’t tempt me.”
“I wouldn’t dare.”
The teasing came so natural with him. You didn’t even notice how much you looked forward to those study sessions until they became routine.
And maybe you should’ve realized sooner—
The late nights in the library. The way he always waited for you after class. The coffee orders he remembered without asking. Maybe Stephen Strange was going to matter more than you ever expected.
*PRESENT DAY*
“So... You live here?” you looked around. Everything looked ancient — the walls, the furniture, the equipment...
“Guess you can say that.” he paced around the room, his back turned to you and his cloak was swinging with each movement.
“How did you even turn into...” you wave around with your hand. ”...this? I thought you never believed in magic.”
“You’re asking too much questions, Y/N.” he stopped mid-step to turn around and look at you.
“You’re really that surprised? I haven't seen you in years. And yet you still look...”
“...the same?” he guessed.
“Familiar.” you murmured and looked away.
After a moment, which felt like eternity of silence, he gently asked in a low voice:
“Did you move on? Found someone else?”
Hesitating at first, but eventually you shaked your head.
“what about you?”
“No one.” he took a step closer.
You chuckled slightly. “I thought you forgot about me.”
He chuckled as well. “I would never.”
He had the same look in his eyes like he looked at you years ago. The look he only had for you. The one that made you feel like you're the only person on Earth. But he broke the gaze eventually.
“But you're not here to talk about the past, are you? Tell me something about the powers.” he took a step back to pace around the room again.
“I don't even know how I got them. Things just started being weird and I couldn’t control it.”
“Started being weird... how?” he echoed.
“Things flying around, random blasts of energy...” you hesitated. Unable to focus on the actual problem. “I just really can't believe im seeing you again. You're here and alive and... You've become something you apparently never wanted.”
Stephen smiled and looked down.
“Yeah, I can't believe it either.” he muttered.
*FLASHBACK*
A knock echoed through your dorm room coming from the hall. It couldn’t possibly be your rommate, she went to her family’s house for the weekend. Unlike you, stuck in the campus. Then obviously it couldn’t be anyone else than Stephen, you thought. Interrupting your late-night studying, sneaking in your room so you can't have anything done. Like a needy puppy that needs attention all the time.
You eventually got up from your bed and headed towards the door. As soon as you opened you saw that familiar face that has been following you around since you officially accepted his request to be his girlfriend. And he had that smirk on his face he always did.
“Well, about time you let me in. I almost got caught by the RA's for sneaking out past curfew.” he slipped into the room past you.
“It’s not my fault you’re coming over, like, every night.”
“You’re saying it like it bothers you,” he sat down on your bed like it belongs to him.
“Maybe because I can't get anything done.” you slowly walked towards him. He was staring up at you.
“You should thank me then. We both know you're already too smart to bother with studying.”
“Very funny.” You sarcastically snorted.
“I mean it.” he reached for your hand. His touch was so soft and warm. He gently guided you to sit beside him.
Silently he glazed into your eyes like he was searching a sign of discomfort — which he didn't find. He slowly leaned in and the next you felt was his warm lips against yours. Everything around faded, it was just you two. Or so you thought. It wasn't long until it was interrupted.
Another knock on the door following with a voice saying: “Room check.”
The RA's ruining everything once again.
Instinctively you pulled away. You two stared at each other for a while. Stephen then quickly realized they shouldn't see them in the same room at such time, so, he got up and quickly hid in the closet.
The RA's opened the door and peaked in while you sat innocently on the bed. Soon they realized everything is fine, and they left.
You exhaled in relief and got up to open the closet Stephen was hiding in. He quickly stepped out.
“That was close.” he said.
“Yeah,” you chuckled.
“Thought you’d be mad,” he said almost confused. “y’know, giving me lectures how this is all my fault, that we almost got caught being together after curfew.”
“I could,” you stepped closer to him. “but I think I’m enjoying this more.”
He smiled down at you. You couldn’t hold back, so you pressed your lips to his again. He was being very annoying sometimes, but you still loved him. And the campus rules did not stop you.
*PRESENT DAY*
“I don't know what to do” you looked anywhere but his face.
“Lucky for you, because I’m here to help you with the powers.” he said casually.
“I didn’t mean that. I mean, what should we do now? We can't pretend like nothing happened years ago, but at the same time it would be weird to...” you stopped mid-sentence.
“Get together again?” he finished for you.
“I didn’t say that.”
“You meant it.”
You sighed at his statement. You couldn't deny he was right, because he was.
“Well, just so you know... Im open.” he suddenly said. “I wouldn’t mind getting back together. After all, I never really moved on...”
You looked up at him, really looked at him. This is so weird. How did you even ended up here? You were never supposed to see each other again after you separated. And now, you we're trying to figure out, if you even still have feelings for him.
“I'll think about it.” you eventually said. He silently nodded before showing you a room in the Sanctum where you could stay for now until you sort out all this mess.
***
It was late, but sleeping felt like a challenge. You stared at the ceiling, mind wandering to him — Stephen. It was too much happening at once. You were here with him, in some ancient building you never even noticed before while walking through New York streets. And apparently, he was still the same nerd like he was in college, just not to medicine anymore.
You knew there was not any point in trying to sleep, so you got up and walked around the halls. You reached the top floor and found a big, oddly-looking window. It had a nice view to the night sky. What a nice place to think. Thats what he’s been probably doing here too.
*FLASHBACK*
“So... This is it?”
You stood across from each other in graduation clothes. His warm hands held yours. You were leaving to another country to start a career, while he was staying in New York.
“I don't want you to go.” he muttered.
“I know. I don't want to go either.”
“Then stay.”
“It doesn't work like that, Stephen.”
He pulled you closer and rested his head on top of yours. He held you close as if he was afraid you might disappear if he’d let go.
“We'll see each other again,” you pulled back slightly, just to meet his eyes. “right?”
He took your face in his hands. His look said it all. He hesitated. As if he wanted to promise you, you'll see each other again, but couldn’t believe it himself. But he wanted you to know he'll come back, for your sake.
“This might sound very delusional and crazy, but...” he sighed. “I believe, I will marry you one day, Y/N.”
You let out a soft chuckle, but he — he did not laugh. He was being serious.
“I mean it. I love you so much, Y/N. And I'll do anything to see you again. I don't want one stupid graduation to be the reason we never see each other again.”
“Stop it,” you mumbled.
He chuckled: “Too much?”
“You’re ridiculous.” you shook your head.
You wanted to believe him. That he'll marry you one day, but you had your doubts. After all, you're just about to go separated ways. You loved him, but sometimes world decides to go against you and separate you from people you love. And then you either find someone else, or in rare cases, you find your way back to them.
*PRESENT*
A voice from not far away startled you.
“Can’t sleep?”
You turned around to see the now Sorcerer Supreme in more casual clothes. You shook your head as an answer.
“Neither can I.”
You both stared at the stars shining on the night sky. You didn't even realize it when he leaned closer.
“Stephen?”
He hummed.
“I think.. I might want to try it again. If you're still open.” you turned your head to notice he was already admiring you.
“Of course.”
“But don't expect it to be the same as 15 years ago.” you joked.
“I wouldn’t.” he smiled warmly. His arms wrapped around your shoulders as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Being next to him again felt like home. Like his arms were a place you were always meant to be. The forehead kisses that were still your favorite thing in your relationship (from both ends). Right now, you didn't care about the problem with your powers, all that mattered now was, that you were right where you were always meant to be — by his side.
Summary: You broke up with Stephen, but as life goes on, you realize that you can't live apart from each other. Even though you started seeing someone else, you can't help but still love him.
Warnings: angst (Y/N can never catch a break haha), a little bit of fluff
Word count: 3,3k
A/n: I love this song I had to make an inspired story for it. Btw sorry for bad english, enjoy!! <3
What a jerk. How could he do this to you? You thought. You never thought he would betray you like this since you two got together. Anger, disbelief and loneliness mixed together hurt you more than anything before. You waited for him in a church, you knew he would arrive, but he didn't. Leaving you alone when you needed him the most, on the most emotional event that can exist. It was a funeral of your close friend. He noticed how you've been so upset about it lately and even tried to comfort you, yet, he didn't show up now.
After speeches and shed tears of your passed friend’s family and your other friends, you stepped aside into a quieter corner with no one around. The upset feeling inside you still lingering. Though, taking out your phone to call Stephen was worthless. You tried atleast 3 times and each time it fell into a voice mail. So not only he doesnt show up, but he can't even answer a phone call of his girlfriend. He could’ve atleast tell you why he can't attend, but no, he completely ghosted you.
The moment the funeral ended, with a sharp ache in your chest you immediately headed towards Sanctum. This couldn’t go on anymore, you had to talk to him. This wasnt the first time something like this happened before.
You barged inside, stomping towards the stairs, then going through every possible room he could be in. Then you found him, sitting in the library so casually as if everything is fine. You angrily stood up infront of him. He didn't say anything, nor lifting his head. You wanted to yell and confront him, but you bit your tongue, since this was your boyfriend after all. Someone you couldnt be so angry with. But after what he did...
The sound of him clearing his throat and glancing up at you from his seat interrupted your thoughts.
“Do you need anything?” he asked so nonchalantly. You had no words for this. Though through all the emotions, you kept it together and tried to not make a scene.
“Where were you this whole time?” you asked. Your tone more firm than you intended.
“I just did my job as a sorcerer, why?” he took the book off his lap, put it aside and stood up.
“I called you atleast three times,” you pointed to your phone. Your voice becoming more visibly upset. “you didn't answer, nor arrived.”
“arrived where?” he frowned.
You scoffed. Your heart felt heavier each moment. Tears faintly stinging in your eyes, but you didn't let them show.
“The funeral, Stephen. You left me there alone.”
He looked dumbfounded for a moment.
“That's today?” he asked. You sighed and looked away.
“So you really forgot about me and you couldnt even pick up the phone...” you slowly turned, ready to walk away any moment.
“Can you blame me?”
You turned his way again: “yes, I can actually.”
He sighed: “I have things to do, Y/N. Im the Sorcerer Supreme, in case you forgot.” his voice raising.
“but I needed you, Stephen! Are seriously these things more important to you?”
“It’s not like that..” he said now more quietly.
The words hang in the air. Both of you stayed quiet for a while, before you spoke up again:
“I can't do this anymore, this doesn't work.”
“what are you implying?” he lifted his head alarmed, knowing exactly what you meant, he just didn't want to believe it.
“You’ve hurt me, Stephen.” your voice softened. “if this keeps going on, there’s no point in us still trying to make it work.”
He tried to reach for your hand, but you catiously stepped back, which hurt his heart in a way he would never admit.
“Don’t.” you said as you stepped back. “Just let me go, please.”
He silently nodded to your request. It was enough for what you needed. You slowly turned on your heels and walked out of the library, then out of the Sanctum. He stood there for a while that felt like hours with a broken heart. He was aware he did this to himself — means, he continued to blame himself for hours, yet, he couldnt help, but feel so empty inside now that you were really gone.
***
Your way back home was more painful than ever. Usually you left the Sanctum with a warm feeling inside your heart, but now it felt like the exact opposite. You never thought this would happen, you never wished for this to happen; yet somehow, it did. You werent sure if you should feel guilty for it, or satisfied. You still loved him after all, but at the same time, he hurt you. Not once, not twice, but multiple times that you didn't even count.
The first few days after the breakup were really hard for you. No matter how much you forced yourself, that attach feeling for him was still inside you. It was basically your mind once telling you you did the right thing, one time it said you just need a break from him. That once you’re feeling better, you can come back to him, but deep down you knew better.
For quite a long time, the exhaustion ruined your everyday life. You struggled to shower, brush your teeth. Food didn't taste the same as it used to. You couldnt seem to focus on work. So much stress, yet, you couldnt bury yourself in it enough to forget about the fact, that somewhere out there, there is the love of our life you pushed away because of one event. Regretting it now wouldnt help you; however, you couldnt help but think about it everyday and night of your life since you've last seen him — looking at you like everything is more important than you, but at the same time, so broken and hurt.
***
Days turned into weeks and those turned into months after the break up. And you could say, you were getting quite better to your surprise — atleast of what you could figure out of all the emotions you were feeling.
You started seeing a new guy you met in some work meeting. His name was Nathaniel. He was sweet and unlike Stephen, he'd always put you in first place. Considering you weren’t even officially dating, you knew for sure that he felt something for you.
Like today, just peaceful night where he took you out for dinner in a local restaurant he remembered you liked to visit. Just being in his presence felt so comforting and calm. But something was missing, someone was missing. It still wasn’t the same as it used to be. It wasn’t enough to make you forget.
“you seem completely out of space, is everything okay?” Nate spoke up as he looked at you across the table. You seemed to be lost in your thoughts, but as soon as he said this, you snapped out of it.
“Oh, yeah. I’m okay.”
“Are you thinking about him?”
“What? You mean Stephen? No. I told you I moved on.” you said, sipping your drink. Now you weren’t only lying to him, but also yourself.
“Alright... Just know that you can talk to me, okay?” He offered and you simply nodded. Then you saw something that made you almost choke on your drink. A familiar face walking through the front door.
It was Stephen, to your surprise.
What was he doing here? Is he looking for you? Or is it just a coincidence? You tried your best to hide your face, but it was too late, he already noticed you.
“Y/N?” he stepped closer to your table.
“Stephen, what are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same thing.”
“Im on a date, what’s your excuse?” as soon as you said that, his eyes scanned your "date". You could’ve swore you saw a spark of jealousy in his eyes.
“I... I thought I’d just stop by at your favorite restaurant but...” he spoke soft and slowly. The words felt heavy on his tongue. He took a moment to process everything before speaking again: “Y/N, can we talk, please? Privately.”
“This isn’t the right time, besides, there’s nothing to talk about.”
“It’s okay, I don't mind” Nate was ready to get up and give you space. After a while of considering he left you two alone at the table.
Stephen silently sat across from you, finding the right words. He didn't want to keep you hanging now.
“So... Are you with him now?” he asked carefully.
“We’re seeing each other. I guess you can say that I moved on.”
“Have you? Or are you just trying to convince yourself that you have?” So he noticed. He sees how you seem to struggle to move on, he always noticed things. Unlike anyone else, he saw right through you. Mostly you liked it, but in this particular moment, you hated it.
“You don’t get to question my choices. You had your chance and you blew it.”
“I did. And I’ll leave you alone if that’s what you want. But I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am for what happened, Y/N. I’m not asking for you to forgive me right away, but I needed you to know this before I completely let you go, if that’s what’s gonna happen.”
You stared right at him blankly. Seeing him sit across from you looking so vulnerable made you soften, however you convinced yourself that it’s over and you should be focused on Nate now. And watching Stephen apologize now didn’t really help you with that.
“You should go,” you said, your voice just above whisper.
He nodded to your request. Definitely dissapointed in rejection, but you had a feeling that this isn’t probably the last time you see each other. He won’t stop trying so easily. But for now, he got up from his seat and left the restaurant as you followed him with your eyes.
Nate came back now that Stephen was gone. He just made sure you’re okay and you continued your dinner in peace.
***
You had a great time, no doubt. So, now Nate walked with you your way home. In the night of the New York streets. The lamps were lighting your way and the hum of the cars driving by. But the peace was interrupted by a question you didn't expect to hear.
“So.. can I ask what you two were talking about back in the restaurant?”
You hesitated. Is it something worth sharing? You told him about Stephen already, but bringing it up still woke an unease feeling inside you.
“Nothing important, I guess...” you shrugged it off. You two stopped walking and just faced each other, though you were looking anywhere else than his eyes.
“Y/N, I can sense there’s something wrong. Something that’s maybe making you upset. And what makes you upset, makes me upset too.” He looked at you trying to read your feelings from your expression, but he couldnt do it as good as Stephen could.
“Y/N, do you... Do you still love him?” he asked so carefully. The question shocked you, you finally looked at him.
“I don't know, Nate. It’s like he’d put some spell on me that won’t let me move on. That I can't stop loving him. No matter how hard I try I just can't get deattached. I don't know what’s wrong with me.” you say all too quickly.
He just sighed. Obviously he wasn’t happy you couldn’t get over Stephen, but at the same time he felt bad for now seeing how much it hurt you.
“I understand if you don't want to be with me, because I can't move on,” you looked away again.
“I’ll wait, if that’s what I need to do.”
“Thank you,” you whispered. Silenly grateful for being so patient with you. You two started slowly walking again with a calmer conversation flowing. His words echoed in your mind like a metody. He’ll wait for you. Though, it felt like it’ll take an eternity before you fully stop loving Stephen, which made hopeless about the idea of being with Nate. It was all just too much, it was too complicated.
***
Stephen came back to the Sanctum. His heart never felt so heavy before. He was more exhausted than when he comes back from a mission. After the breakup he was constantly either locked up in his room with his thoughts, pushing everyone away, or burying himself in spellbooks. Either way, he was sleep deprivated. Wong once found him almost passed out in the library due to exhaustion.
“Stephen, you can't ruin yourself like this just because you lost Y/N, you have to move on.” he said.
“Move on?” Stephen yelped as he lifted his head. “I can’t just 'move on.' I lost the person I love the most, how could I just move on?”
“Whatever, just...” Wong sighed. “...get some sleep, you look terrible.” with those words, he left the room.
But when he did try to sleep, his thoughts kept him awake. He wondered if you’re happier now that you were gone. Or that maybe you found someone else, — which he has already confirmed that you did. He tried texting you, if you could meet again sometime and work things out, but he got no answer from you. That’s what he got for not answering your calls, he thought. He knew he had to get you back. When you met in the restaurant, he could’ve swore you didn’t look exactly 'fully over him' as you claimed to be. He knew it isn’t over yet.
***
“Thank you for coming over,” you said as Nate entered your house. He gave you a small nod as you two sat on the couch.
“Did you want to talk about something?” he asked.
“No, I just... Wanted some company, y’know.” It’s true you quite felt lonely as no one was really around. And being with Nate made you oftenly unwind and forget about everything.
After a moment of silence hanging comfortly between you two, he asked: “So... How have you been lately? Are you getting better?”
You looked down as you fidgeted with your fingers on your lap. “Im not sure...”
He catiously watched you as if trying to read your feelings, but he couldn’t. You kept your head down.
“Y/N,” he spoke up, his voice steady. “you know we can't be together unless you start focusing fully on me. Can you do that?”
You hesitated. Could you? You weren’t even sure yourself and now you faced the question. Though what you knew, was that you couldn’t let go.
“I don’t think I can, Nate.” you whispered. He nodded. Your confirmation just made him realize the time he's been spending now, trying to make you forget and be with him. He stood up ready to leave.
“Fine.” he sighed. “Then I have no other reason to stay here then.”
You stood up quickly as well: “Nate, wait. Please—” you plead.
“Please what, Y/N? Why should I stick around if I know that this doesn't have sense.”
“I won’t get back to him. I have no one else than you, Nate. Please, just—just wait for me.”
“I tried to, but it’s pointless. You're still stuck on him.” he started walking towards the door.
“You said you’d wait for me. This just isn’t fair.”
“What isn’t fair, Y/N, is you going still back to him. You can't expect someone to love you while you're still inlove with someone else.” he got you right there. You knew he was right, so you just let him go, it’s not like you had a choice after all.
You wondered, would Stephen still want to see you after all of this? After you pushed him away, because you swore you moved on, even if you didn't?
So, did you try visiting him, texting back or calling? No, of course you didn't. You continued life, miserable, but still. Thinking how he might be feeling. Maybe he was buried in his magic. He stopped texting you, so you wondered that maybe, he got over it. Little did you know...
***
Stephen was really terrible at focusing on his work. He has been slowly falling asleep on the couch sitting with a book in his lap.
“Strange,”
He flinched in his seat. “Wong?” he rubbed his eyes.
“Im done of seeing you ruin yourself here—” Wong spoke again.
“Don’t pity me.” he interrupted him.
Wong sighed and continued: “I never thought I would say this, but you have to go get Y/N back.”
“I can't,” he lowered himself on the couch more. “I promised her I'll leave her alone.”
“But you also promised yourself you wouldn’t stop trying so easily.” Wong raised an eyebrow as he leaned against the wall.
“You’re right, thanks Wong.”
Wong left, leaving Stephen with his thoughts. His words lingered in his mind, repeating themselves all over again. He had to try again. He got up from the couch and grabbed his coat, then walked straight to your house.
Knocking brought him no luck. You weren’t home. Probably at work, he thought. But he wasn’t giving up so easily.
***
Tiring day at work, something you always hated. It’s already dark outside as you walk back home. Your feet hurt and you only wanted your bed at that time. But when you walked infront of your house, you saw someone standing there like they're waiting for opening time infront of a store.
You walked closer to confirm that it’s Stephen. What did he want? And why was he waiting at your door? Weird.
“Stephen, what are you doing here? Go home.”
“I was waiting for you, you weren’t home.”
“Yeah, I was at work.” you grab keys from your purse and walk towards the door.
“Y/N, can we talk, please?”
“Im not really feeling well right now, Stephen.” you opened the door and stepped in with one foot, but he stopped you.
“What happened?” he asked as he stepped closer.
“Nothing, just go.”
“Y/N, something happened,” it wasn’t a question. “was is something at work? Or did your date make you upset somehow?” you could see that just the thought that you're upset made him tense.
“Nate and I, we... We’re not in touch anymore.”
This news made him both feel sorry for you, but secretly a little happy inside.
“I’m sorry,”
You leaned against the doorframe and waited if he’ll say anything, but he didn't, so you broke the silence:
“but that's not what you came for, did you?”
He shook his head as he took a step closer again.
“I just... Really miss you. I know I’ve hurt you multiple times, but if you give me another chance and trust in my love again, I’ll change. I still love you, Y/N.”
“I don't know if I can give you another chance, Stephen.”
“why not?”
“Because, Stephen, you've hurt me and what if it’s all just the same when we get back together?”
“I promise it won’t. I’ll try with everything I have to change the things that killed our love.” he stepped fully in front of you and held your hand.
“Okay... I trust you,” you nodded as you whispered. “but it’ll probably take some time to earn my trust again.” you chuckled.
“As long as you give me another try, I don't mind.” he brought your hand to his mouth and placed a kiss over your knuckles.
So after all, he never got over you and you never got over him. You had to admit, getting back with him quite brought ease to your heart again. And his promise — well, he definitely fulfilled that. He praised you like never before, he always answered your calls. He always told you where he was and what he was doing. Even after some times he hurt you, you couldn’t help but still love him.
Summary: (really really short) One-shot. Y/N feels exhausted by life, but Stephen is always there to comfort them<3
Warnings: none, just fluffy fluff🖤
A/n: right away, im so sorry Its so short and im still approving my writing so bear with me please. Its a random drabble and partially a vent, I didn't even mean to post it at first, but its so cute I had to soo.. enjoy, I guess😭🖤
Exhaustion reached every corner of your body, you didn't want anything else in that moment than your bed. You walked into your shared bedroom that was dimly lit, only a small lamp shining on a bedside table that was enough to sting in your eyes. Every step you made felt heavier than the last one. You noticed Stephen already sat on the bed in sweats and a tee. He was holding some spell book you didn't quite understand.
With a long sigh you threw yourself on the bed. He lifted his head to look at you through the corner of his eyes with curiosity. He didn't question it at first, but soon his concern grew, considering that you havent moved an inch for the whole two minutes.
“Y/N?” He said softly, but didn't get any reply. Almost as if he's talking to void.
“Are you okay?” He tries again, his voice still soft and almost unsure. You mumbled something in the pillow. He didn't understand your muffled words, though he was almost completely sure it was "im fine".
With a sigh he shut the book closed with a soft thud and set it aside, turning his attention fully to you.
“Do you wanna talk about it?”
“There’s not even anything to talk about.” You finally lifted your head.
“Well, there’s visibly something bothering you,” he searched for your eyes with his piercing gaze that was filled with concern.
You exhale deeply rolling yourself to lay on your back. There was nothing to talk about, because nothing even happened.
“I don't even know why I feel this way. Nothing happened. Im probably just being dramatic. Besides, people have it worse.”
Your words made his chest ache. He hated to see you like this, the last thing he wanted was for you to feel miserable.
“Please don't say that,” he says in low voice. Finally you turned your head to meet his still-concerned expression. A moment of silence stretched between you two that lasted.
“Is there something I could do for you?” He whispered as he reached to stroke your hair.
His words made you slightly smile, just a little. He always cared for you and tried to make you feel better with everything he had. Thats what you loved about him the most.
“I just want to rest,” you whispered back.
Without a word, he simply reached for the blankets and pulled it over you both. His warm body pressed against yours and his arms wrapped around you. In that silent moment you could only hear his steady breathing. Your heartbeat was beating in a calm rhythm. The weight on your shoulders began to ease with his comfort and presence. He then gave you one last kiss on the top of your head for reassurement and murmured a sweet "I love you" in your ear before you drifted off to sleep.
Summary: Y/N got into trouble twice and he saved her, TWICE. They soon enough become close and eventually...
Warnings: a little bit of angst, but mostly fluff<3
Words count: 4k?
A/n: hii so this is my first fanfic, hope you like it🖤 (please excuse how bad it is written by times)
You quickened your pace, your heart racing as an unknown man behind you called out again.
“Hey, come on, sweetheart. I just want to talk to you.”
You ignored him, keeping your head down and clutching your bag tighter. The streetlights cast long shadows on the pavement, and the people around seemed oblivious to your discomfort.
“Don’t be rude now,” he said, his voice closer this time. You felt a cold wave of panic wash over you as his hand brushed your shoulder unexpectedly.
Before you could react, another voice cut through the tension, calm but firm.
“Is there a problem here?”
You turned to see another man standing a few feet away, his posture relaxed but his gaze sharp. He was tall, dressed in a dark coat that billowed slightly in the breeze.
The man hesitated: “No problem. Just talking to her.”
“Doesn’t look like she wants to talk,” the stranger replied, his tone steady, almost conversational. “Why don’t you move along?”
The man scowled, muttering something under his breath before turning and walking away, disappearing into the shadows.
You exhaled shakily, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins. The stranger turned his attention to you now, his expression softening slightly.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice quieter now.
You nodded, though your hands were still trembling. “Yeah, I think so. Thank you. I didn’t know what to do.”
He studied you for a moment, his gaze not invasive but observant. “It’s New York,” he said with a faint, wry smile. “Unfortunately, things like this happen too often.”
You managed a small smile in return, still trying to steady your breathing. “I guess so. I just… wasn’t expecting it tonight.”
His eyes flicked to your hands, noticing the way they gripped your bag. “Do you need someone to walk you home? Or somewhere safer?”
You hesitated. He seemed genuine, but you didn’t know him. Still, something about his calm demeanor reassured you.
“I think I’ll be okay,” you said after a moment. “I live a few blocks away.”
He nodded, stepping aside to give you space. “Alright. Just stay aware of your surroundings. And if you ever feel unsafe, don’t hesitate to call for help.”
“Thanks,” you said again, your voice steadier now. “Really.”
He gave you a slight nod, his expression unreadable. “Take care.”
As he turned to leave, you couldn’t help but call out, “Wait! I didn’t get your name.”
He glanced back, a flicker of amusement crossing his face. “Stephen,” he said simply before walking out of your sight.
***
The air felt electric, thick with tension as you pressed yourself against the cold wall of the alley. You couldn’t believe how the day had spiraled. One moment, you were grabbing a coffee, the next, you were being dragged into a hostage situation by a masked figure wielding some sort of strange, glowing weapon.
The villain stood in the middle of the chaos, ranting about power, control, and the destruction of some "order" you didn’t understand. You were now in some alley of the villian, unable to move due to the rope wrapped around you, great.
“Alright, that’s enough,” a deep, calm voice echoed.
Your eyes widened as a man in a flowing red cloak and blue robes stepped forward. He didn’t look like any superhero you’d seen on TV. No flashy gadgets or masks, just an air of authority and… magic?
The villain scoffed. “And who do you think you are?”
“Doctor Strange,” he simply said, his voice steady, almost bored. His hands moved in a fluid motion, golden sparks trailing through the air as glowing symbols formed around him. “you’re wasting my time, let's just get this over with.”
You couldn’t help but stare, torn between awe and confusion. Who was this guy? And how was he doing… that?
The villain lunged, but Strange was faster. The air seemed to ripple as portals and shields materialized out of thin air. His movements were precise, calculated, as if he already knew how the fight would end.
In moments, it was over. The villain was bound, the glowing weapon disarmed and disintegrated. You stayed rooted to the spot, your eyes fixed on Strange as he turned to you.
“Are you alright?” he asked, stepping closer. He began to gently untie you.
“I… I think so,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.
His gaze softened, but there was a flicker of something else. Recognition?
“You look familiar,” he said slowly, tilting his head as he studied you.
You blinked, suddenly remembering. “Wait… Stephen?”
His eyes widened slightly, and a hint of a smirk tugged at his lips. “The woman from the street,” he said, his tone carrying a trace of amusement.
“That’s you?!” you asked, gesturing vaguely at the cloak and the sparks still fading from his hands. “You’re a… sorcerer?”
He shrugged, the smirk growing. “Basically, yes.”
You let out a breathless laugh, still trying to process everything. “Wow. And here I thought you were just some overly observant guy.”
“I can be both,” he replied, his tone light but his eyes scanning you for any signs of injury. “Are you sure you’re okay? No injuries?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” you assured him, still slightly dazed. “Just… a little overwhelmed.”
“That’s normal,” he said, his voice softening. “It’s not every day you’re caught in the middle of a magical showdown.”
You couldn’t help but smile at his attempt to lighten the mood. “So, uh, do you do this often? Saving random strangers?”
“More often than I’d like,” he admitted, the smirk returning. “But I seem to be making a habit of saving you specifically.”
You laughed, the tension easing slightly. “Well, I appreciate it. Again.”
He nodded, his expression unreadable for a moment before he spoke again. “You should head home. Stay safe.”
“Right,” you said, starting to move but hesitating. “uhm.. thank you.” you said sincerely.
His gaze softened again, and he gave a small nod. “Take care, Y/N.”
You froze. “Wait, how do you know my name?”
His smirk returned, and with a flick of his wrist, a portal opened behind him. “I know more than you think,” he said cryptically before stepping through, leaving you standing there in the alley, questions swirling in your mind. Will you even ever meet again?
***
It had been a few weeks since you’d last seen Stephen, or rather, Doctor Strange, and you still couldn’t quite shake the surreal feeling of that encounter. The way he’d casually saved you, then vanished without a trace, had left you with more questions than answers. Was he really a sorcerer? And if so, what was he doing in New York, saving random people?
You hadn’t expected to run into him again, especially not like this.
It was a quiet evening, and you’d decided to take a walk through the park, hoping to clear your head. The sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange, and the park was mostly empty. The crisp autumn air filled your lungs, and for a moment, you felt at peace.
That was until you heard a familiar voice.
“Didn’t expect to see you here.”
You turned, your heart skipping a beat as you saw him standing near a bench, hands tucked into his coat pockets, looking just as composed as the last time you saw him.
“Stephen?” you asked, your voice a little too surprised for your liking. “What are you doing here?”
He smiled, a knowing glint in his eyes. “I could ask you the same thing. It’s a park, Y/N. People come here to walk, think, enjoy the quiet.”
You scoffed and narrowwed your eyes, not sure whether to laugh or roll your eyes. “I know what a park is.”
He chuckled, stepping closer. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
You both stood there for a moment, the awkwardness lingering, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was just… unexpected.
“So, uh… how’s life?” you asked awkwardly, suddenly realizing you didn’t really know anything about him outside of the fact that he could do magic.
“Busy,” he replied, his tone light but his eyes scanning the park. “You know, saving the world, fighting evil, all that.” He paused, glancing back at you. “And you? What’s your life like now?”
You shrugged, trying to sound casual. “Same as usual. Work, life, avoiding being caught in hostage situations.”
He raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a half-smile. “That’s good. I’d hate to think you were getting into trouble again.”
“I’m trying to avoid it,” you replied, smiling back at him. “But you never know with New York.”
There was a brief silence, both of you just standing there, the sound of distant laughter and rustling leaves filling the air. Then, Stephen stepped closer, his expression a little more serious.
“I’m glad you’re okay,” he said, his voice softer than before. You looked up at him as he was towering over you. The slight breeze flying through his and your hair.
You met his gaze, surprised by the sincerity in his tone. “I’m glad you’re okay too.”
For a moment, it felt like the world had slowed down. The noise of the city faded, and it was just the two of you standing there in the park, sharing a quiet connection.
Finally, you broke the silence. “So… do you do this often? Just run into people you’ve saved?”
He smirked. “Not really. But I’m glad we did. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever see you again.”
You smiled, feeling the warmth of the moment. “Well, I’m not that hard to find.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge?”
You laughed, shaking your head. “No, just stating a fact.”
He nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Good to know. Maybe we’ll run into each other again soon, Y/N.”
“Maybe,” you replied, feeling a little more at ease. “I’ll keep an eye out.”
With a final glance, Stephen turned and walked away, disappearing into the park as you stood there, a strange sense of anticipation lingering in the air. Maybe this wasn’t the last time you’d see him after all.
A few days passed since your unexpected meeting in the park, and Stephen Strange hadn’t left your mind. It wasn’t just the mystery of him, or the fact that he’d saved you twice now, but something about him lingered, like a song you couldn’t quite forget.
It was late one evening when your phone buzzed. You frowned, glancing at the unknown number flashing on the screen.
“Hello?” you answered cautiously.
“Y/N.”
You froze, recognizing the deep, composed voice immediately. “Stephen?”
“Good guess,” he said, his tone carrying that familiar hint of amusement.
“How-how did you get my number?” you asked, a little incredulous.
“I have my ways,” he replied, his voice too calm for your liking.
You rolled your eyes, though a smile tugged at your lips. “That’s not creepy at all.”
“I thought you’d appreciate it,” he countered smoothly. “You did say you weren’t hard to find.”
Touché.
“What do you want?” you asked, trying to sound casual, though your heart had started to race.
“I was thinking,” he began, his voice dipping slightly, “we never really finished our conversation the other day. I thought it might be nice to… change that.”
You blinked, caught off guard by the directness of his words. “You want to… talk?”
“I was thinking more along the lines of dinner,” he said, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. “Unless you’re too busy avoiding trouble.”
Your cheeks warmed, but you managed to keep your tone steady. “I think I can make time.”
“Good,” he said, sounding satisfied. “Tomorrow night. Seven. I’ll text you the address.”
Before you could respond, the line went dead. You stared at your phone, equal parts annoyed and amused. Who just hangs up like that?
***
The next evening, you found yourself standing outside a small, tucked-away restaurant in Greenwich Village. The address Stephen had sent you led here, and you couldn’t help but wonder how someone like him — mystical, larger than life — chose such a low-key spot.
Inside, you spotted him almost immediately, sitting at a corner table, looking far too composed for someone who’d just asked you out of the blue.
“So you came,” he remarked as you approached, standing to pull out your chair.
“Don’t sound so surprised,” you shot back, taking your seat.
He smirked, settling across from you. “I'm not. Just impressed.”
The conversation flowed easier than you expected. Stephen was sharp, quick-witted, and surprisingly easy to talk to when he wasn’t throwing portals around or saving the world. You found yourself laughing more than you had in weeks, his dry humor balancing perfectly with your own.
At one point, as the waiter refilled your drinks, Stephen leaned back slightly, studying you with a curious expression.
“What?” you asked, feeling a little self-conscious under his gaze.
“You,” he said simply. “You’re different.”
“Different how?”
He tilted his head, as if considering his words carefully. “Most people I meet are either intimidated or overly curious. You’re neither.”
You shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Maybe I’m just used to people like you.”
“People like me?” he echoed, raising an eyebrow.
“Arrogant,” you grinned
He chuckled, shaking his head. “Fair enough.”
The night passed too quickly, and before you knew it, you were walking out together, the cool night air wrapping around you.
“Thank you for tonight,” you said, glancing up at him. “I had a good time.”
“Good enough to do this again?” he asked, his tone light but his eyes serious.
You smiled, nodding. “Yeah. Good enough for that.”
He returned the smile, and for a moment, you could’ve sworn there was something softer in his expression.
“I’ll hold you to that,” he said, stepping closer. “But next time, I’m choosing the place again. My way of keeping you out of trouble.”
You laughed, shaking your head. “You’ve got your work cut out for you, Doctor Strange.”
He smirked, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he stepped back. “Goodnight, Y/N.”
“Goodnight, Stephen,” you replied, watching as he turned and walked away, his figure disappearing into the night.
You stood there for a moment longer, a strange mix of warmth and anticipation settling in your chest. Maybe this wasn’t the last time you’d see him after all.
Recently you found yourself thinking about Stephen more often than you cared to admit. Your conversations had become almost routine now, with texts or brief phone calls between his missions, but something about those moments lingered in the back of your mind. He wasn’t the easiest person to get to know, but the more you spoke with him, the more you saw a side of him that few people ever would.
Tonight, however, things felt different. He had invited you to the Sanctum for what he called a “quick catch-up,” but you had a feeling it wasn’t going to be as casual as he was making it sound.
You arrived at the Sanctum, the heavy door creaking as you pushed it open. Stephen was sitting at the long table, scribbling something down on a piece of parchment. When he looked up, a soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
“Y/N, you’re early.”
You shrugged, walking over to take a seat across from him. “Better than late.”
There was a long silence between you two, a comfortable kind of stillness that had settled over your conversations in recent days. You found yourself just watching him, noticing the subtle tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers tapped rhythmically on the edge of the table.
You decided to break the silence. “You’ve been… busy, huh?”
“Always.” His smile was half-hearted, and there was something in his eyes that told you he wasn’t entirely present.
You frowned, tilting your head. “You’re still working on that spell?”
“No,” he said, sighing softly. “Just thinking, I guess.”
“About what?” you asked, leaning forward.
He met your gaze for a moment, his eyes holding a depth that you hadn’t quite seen before. “My hands,” he said quietly, his voice almost distant.
You blinked, not expecting that. “Your hands?”
He nodded slowly, his gaze dropping to the table as if the words were hard for him to say. “Yeah. They’re… they’re not what they used to be.”
Your heart skipped a beat. You knew about his accident, of course. The rumors and whispers about how he’d lost his career as a surgeon. But no one ever really talked about the aftermath, the emotional weight of losing something so central to his identity.
“Stephen,” you started softly, unsure how to approach this, “I know you used to be a doctor. You must have been amazing at it.”
He looked up, his gaze meeting yours, and for a moment, you saw something in his eyes that wasn’t the confident, detached sorcerer you were used to. There was a flicker of something raw, something that made your chest tighten.
“I was,” he said quietly. “I was good at it. I saved lives. I helped people. But now…” He trailed off, shaking his head, as if saying it out loud made it more real. “Now, my hands… They aren’t steady enough. I can’t do what I used to. I’m supposed to be able to heal, but…” He swallowed, his voice catching for just a second. “But I can’t even heal myself.”
The vulnerability in his words struck you harder than you expected. He wasn’t just a sorcerer; he was someone who had poured himself into healing, only to be stopped by something so simple, so… physical.
You didn’t say anything at first, just watching him, letting the silence stretch between you as you processed his words.
Then, without thinking, you reached across the table and gently placed your hand on top of his. The touch was soft, almost tentative, but his eyes flickered up to meet yours, and for the first time, you saw something different in his expression. A softness, an openness.
“You don’t have to heal everyone, you know,” you said quietly, your voice gentle but firm. “You’ve already done more than most people could dream of.”
He let out a small, dry laugh, a sound that held no real humor. “Maybe. But I can’t help feeling like I’ve failed. My hands were my identity. Without them, what am I?”
“You’re still you,” you replied, squeezing his hand. “You’re still the person who saved me that day, the person who showed me kindness when I needed it. You’re more than just your hands, Stephen. You’re the person behind them.”
There was a pause, and you could see him wrestling with his thoughts, as if your words had hit him in a place he hadn’t expected. He exhaled slowly, his shoulders dropping slightly as the tension seemed to ease just a little.
“I didn’t expect you to understand,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Maybe not,” you said with a small smile, “but that doesn’t mean I don’t care.”
His gaze softened, and for a moment, he simply watched you, his fingers still resting under your hand. It was a quiet moment, but there was something in it. Something raw and real that neither of you had expected to find in each other.
“I’m glad you’re here,” he suddenly said, his voice barely above a whisper.
You smiled, pulling your hand away, but just enough to let your fingers brush against his in a quiet acknowledgment. “I’m glad I’m here too.”
***
Tonight, there was a shift. A tugging feeling in your chest, as if the pieces of the past were coming together in a way you hadn’t fully realized before.
“You remember when we first met?” you asked quietly, your fingers tracing circles on the back of his hand. You sat on the couch and he was by your side.
Stephen’s gaze softened, and he turned his head slightly to meet your eyes. “How could I forget? You looked terrified.” He smirked, but it was warm, full of affection. "I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone look at me like that. You were practically shaking in front of that guy."
You chuckled softly, the memory still vivid in your mind. The fear, the uncertainty, the way he’d stepped in without hesitation. “I thought I was done for. But then you showed up, and... everything kind of stopped. I didn’t even know who you were, but you were there. And you saved me.”
Stephen didn’t respond immediately, just let the words sit between you. It wasn’t often that he allowed himself to reflect like this. On the past, on how far you’d both come. But tonight, it felt different.
“I never imagined I’d be here. With you. Doing this... whatever this is.” You gestured between you both, a small smile on your face, but there was an edge of uncertainty in your tone.
He studied you for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly as though he was piecing together something you hadn’t said. “I never though I'd be so.. drawn to you.”
“and I was definitely a little 'scared' of you. You were this mysterious... sorcerer guy. And I didn’t know anything about magic. You were so... confident. But at the same time, I felt safe around you.”
His eyes darkened for a moment “I didn’t want to be your protector, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted to be there for you.”
You tilted your head, studying him. “And now? What are we now, Stephen?”
For a moment, there was silence, as if the answer was too big, too important to rush. He took a deep breath, leaning in closer, his forehead brushing against yours. “I think I’m here. And you’re here. That’s enough.”
“But...” you began, but he cut you off gently.
“I don’t need to label this. I just need to be with you. Whatever that means.”
His words, simple and unadorned, made your chest ache in the best way. You’d gone from a terrified woman, lost in a city, to someone who was here with him, in this moment. You’d gone through pain, loss, fear... and yet, here you were. Together.
“I’m glad we’re here,” you murmured, wrapping your arms around him.
“Me too,” Stephen whispered back, pulling you closer.
And in that moment, nothing else seemed to matter. The world beyond the Sanctum could keep turning, threats could keep coming... but for now, you had everything you needed in this moment. Together.
Stephen pulled back slightly, his piercing gaze meeting yours, and for a moment, the vulnerability in his expression was almost startling. His lips parted as though he was about to say something, but he hesitated.
You tilted your head, your voice soft but firm. “Stephen... what are we doing? I don’t want to keep dancing around this.”
His jaw tightened, his hands still resting on your waist. He exhaled deeply, his thumb brushing over your side as if grounding himself. “You’re right,” he admitted, his voice quieter now. “I’ve been avoiding putting this into words, but I think it’s time I stop.”
Your heart raced, your hands gripping his shirt lightly. “Then say it.”
He looked at you, his expression softening into something almost tender. “I care about you more than I’ve ever cared about anyone,” he said slowly, deliberately. “You’re not just someone I saved on a street, or someone I’ve spent time with. You’re... everything. And I don’t want to keep pretending this is casual or undefined.”
Your breath caught in your throat. The weight of his words settled over you like a warm blanket, and for a moment, you didn’t know how to respond.
“You mean that?” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly.
“I don’t say things I don’t mean, Y/N. I want this. I want you. And if you want me, I’m yours.”
A small laugh escaped you, a mix of relief and joy. “Stephen Strange, are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”
His lips curved into a rare, genuine smile. “I suppose I am.”
You grinned. “Then yes. I’m yours. And you’re mine.”
His arms tightened around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. “I guess it’s official now,” he murmured, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and affection.
“Finally,” you teased, resting your head against his chest.
He chuckled softly, the sound rumbling through you. “Took us long enough, didn’t it?”
“Indeed,” you replied, your smile widening.
And with that, the uncertainty that had lingered between you melted away, replaced by the steady, undeniable truth: you were his, and he was yours. You felt happy like never.
