You're Still The One For Me - A Stephen Strange/Doctor Strange x Reader Oneshot
My whole life my nose was stuck between the pages. Whether it was a fiction about a group of talented misfits saving their world from destruction, or a medical textbook about the current hot topics in the medicinal field, it was where you could find me. I was always there.
So was Stephen Strange.
We bonded over our shared passions and got along quite well. He didn't mock me for my interests in books, because he felt that he had the same thing.
But our friendship soon turned to love. At least, for me. However, he didn't feel the same thing. Not since he laid his eyes on his beautiful colleague Christine Palmer. Whenever he told me about her, I could see it in his eyes. How he cared for her. How he loved her.
And I suppose that was the moment that I was never going to pursue a love that's only written about in books. Because, in my eyes, the only person who could give me the love I wanted, or the one I truly loved, was one who never saw me outside of the friendzone.
Yet, somehow, I still got stuck in the weirdest situations for him. Like this one, for example: I'm his plus-one to the wedding of his love of his life, Christine Palmer.
How did I get here, you ask?
Simple.
Love.
-
''Y/N, you need to hurry,'' Stephen called out to me as I was getting dressed upstairs, his eyes focused on the watch around his wrist, ''they're starting in half an hour!''
''Okay, okay, okay. I'll be right down.'' I screamed down in frustration. I had been struggling with the damn zipper of my dress for ten minutes now and as I was about to give up, the zipper gave in and went all the way up. Satisfied with my look, I finished the final touches of my makeup and ran downstairs with the heels in my hands.
Stephen was standing there, frozen, but the look on his face was sorrow. He always used to think that he was a closed door to me, but I could read him like an open book. There was nothing he could hide from me. But, I always decided to never question it. If he wanted me to know, he would've told me.
''I'd almost mistaken your mood for excitement.'' I chuckled as I let him glare me down.
He shook his head and wrapped his arm around mine, escorting me out the front door of the sanctum where I've been staying the past few weeks.
The only downside of his friendship - beside being stuck in the friendzone - was that all his enemies were out to get me. Ever since I was once kidnapped by some evil guy who was out for him, Stephen hadn't been thrilled about me staying home alone. Without parents, without family and without roommates. That's the moment he had enough and dragged me to his home, the sanctum, just so he could keep a watchful eye on me.
''Are you sure you want to go?'' I asked carefully. I needed to know how he felt about her once and for all. Just to give me some closure, I suppose.
He sighed, ''I have no choice. She might be a painful part of my past, she's also a dear friend; I want to be there for her at one of the happiest days of her life.''
There was no stopping the smile on my face. The man I know as Stephen Strange was far from truthful. Especially about his emotions. But I could see for once, that he had accepted the way their story ended.
I know for a fact that it hurts, but once you do, it's way easier. You won't have a heartache whenever you lay your eyes on them.
I squeezed his arm as we passed the street, Stephen making sure that we will both be there safely, ''I'm proud of you, Stephen.''
His head turned to me and he searched for my gaze.
Once he found it, I made sure that he could see the admiration in them that I've always found for it.
A smile came onto his face, ''You always do know how to cheer me up.''
''It's what friends are for.'' My heart ached at my own words.
-
The wedding went smoothly. Stephen hadn't objected and the ceremony went as well as they had hoped it would be. Stephen was mingling with the rest, greeting his old colleagues, as I stood beside Christine with a cocktail in my hand.
''Thank you.'' Christine muttered as she smiled at me.
A frown took over, as I couldn't think of the reason why she was thanking me, ''For what?''
''For taking care of him. I don't know what would've happened if you weren't there for him.''
''He would still have you,'' I took a sip from my drink and raked my eyes over the crowd, my heart jumping when they fell on Stephen, ''I know for a fact that he cares more about that.''
Christine frowned. She placed her drink down and stepped in front of me. Worry was etched in her eyes.
''What are you rambling about? You're his life, Y/N.''
I sighed, shaking my head, ''I know that is the truth.''
''It's far from the truth, listen,'' she sat down with me in a quiet spot and lowered her voice, ''don't tell I said anything, but Stephen has had an eye on a certain something for quite some time now.''
I nodded. I knew about this. ''Yes,'' I leaned closer to her, ''you.''
She shook her head rapidly. ''No, no, no,'' a sigh escaped her lips, ''it's you.''
My heart jumped.
Could it be the truth? Could he really, really have chosen me?
I didn't dare to get my hopes up.
Standing up from my spot, I excused myself and ran outside for some air.
No one was out there, only the occasional passengers that needed to go through this side street to get to their own destination. I took a big gulp of air and relaxed against the wall beside the entrance.
I had some quiet time for about five minutes when the door opened and a man looked around in worry.
Once he looked at me, I could see from my corner that it was Stephen. And, he saw me too.
''I was wondering where you went, even though Christine said not to worry.'' He spoke gently, as if he was afraid to push me away.
I averted my gaze from him. ''Christine's right,'' my voice came out frigid, but I tried to pretend I didn't notice, ''you worry too much.''
There was a comforting silence between for a second as we stood side by side, watching the people pass us by as if we were invisible to the eye.
As I was sinking more and more into complete relaxation, I felt a tingling sensation in my hand. Something feathered along my hand. My gaze went down, and I felt a smile on my face as I saw Stephen's fingers extended, hoping for a return.
I gently responded with the same gesture, and it only took him a few seconds for him to wrap his hand around mine.
''No matter what went down between Christine and me,'' his eyes sought for mine and held them captive with his intense stare, ''you're still the one for me.''
''You're still the one for me, as well.''
We looked at each other for a second when I smiled brightly and pressed a kiss against his cheek. I pulled back slowly, lingering for just a second as I squeezed his hand, ''Let's return before we worry the bride and groom too much.''
''Only if you promise to go on a date with me.''
Stephen's reply caught me off-guard, but I still managed to accept his proposal. We walked side by side into the building again, both oblivious to the fact that we were getting stares at our still intertwined hands.
Lost in a World of Words - A Stephen Strange/Doctor Strange x Reader Oneshot
I've been writing for as long as I could write my own name. The way the words created this beautiful world in someone's mind was just so captivating to me.
So it wasn't a big surprise for me to want to become a writer. But being a hotshot writer is a lot of hard work, which I sometimes even regret and wonder if I'm ever going to be able to do that. Luckily, I have friends all around me who support me.
And a caring boyfriend whose got my back.
''Are you still writing?''
My Etta James record was playing in the background as I was seated on the bed in comfy shorts and one of Stephen's hoodies, a laptop on my lap, papers scattered all around me.
I looked up and smiled when I saw my boyfriend in the doorframe, ''Hey, you're back already.''
He got rid of his cape, which floated to a chair in the corner. His grin was onto his face as he crawled onto the bed behind me and pulled me down to lay on his chest.
His fingers started toying with my hair, pulling them out of the messy bun I made, ''We were done earlier, and I was just missing someone special really badly.''
I chuckled, my eyes falling from the screen for a small second, before playing along. My head turned for me to look over my shoulder at my grinning partner, ''Oh, really? And who is that 'special someone'?''
''If you really have to ask that,'' he pressed a gently peck against my lips, ''then I'm not being a good boyfriend, now, am I?''
A laughter bubbled out of me when he started kissing my neck. Stephen at the beginning of our relationship was very on his own.
He didn't tell me much and he liked being with just himself, which I accepted at first, but as longer we went along, the more I felt this need with him to be by his side 24/7.
Fortunately, I wasn't the only who felt that way. Stephen started to become more open and before I knew it he asked me out and we went on the most amazing date ever.
Stephen Strange was much more different from the person he shows the world than I would've imagined. And the biggest achievement of my life was trusting my instincts and giving him and this relationship a shot.
Without him, I would be nowhere.
My mind was racking through the memories we made, a world that just wanted to be formed together with words. And suddenly I had a story idea.
But, it was difficult, to put it down on paper. Especially when someone is kissing your neck.
I leaned back and giggled, ''Stephen, I can't work this way.''
''Good,'' he didn't stop, ''you need a break. This morning you were just like how I found you just now, not even an inch different.''
''So? I need to finish this.''
''Alright,'' he halted and just snuggled into my neck, ''go right ahead.''
But his touch distracted me. More than I wanted to admit.
I gave in and closed the laptop, turning around, the both of us falling back. Laughter echoed through the once empty room and we rolled around, papers flying down around us towards the floor.
It was a mess.
My hands were on his chest as we snuggled together. The scent of him was enough to satisfy any loneliness I once felt.
''I missed you, too.'' I muttered almost inaudibly.
My eyes went up and I saw him smiling down at me. He heard me just fine.
His eyes sparkled in the faint light of the bedside table lamp, illuminating us in a soft glow. Stephen looked even better this way, and that's something, because he is very attractive.
His hands started rubbing up and down my arms, warming me up - inside as well as outside.
''Glad to hear that. For a second there,'' he grinned, ''you had me thinking you were just fine without me.''
''I'm never fine without you.''
My heart warmed at the loving look he gave me. This is the Stephen I fell in love with.
Without a second thought, I leaned up to kiss his lips.
His lips were very soft, like clouds, I could only imagine. We moved in sync and before I knew it, I was in a whole other world.
One where it was just him and I. The world could do nothing to seperate us and I felt like I was floating in his arms.
I pulled back and carressed his cheek, ''Two more minutes, then I'll continue.''
''Only if we spend the whole night together.''
I smiled, ''That I can do.''
We returned to snuggling together, and I suddenly felt like all the lost words I was looking for fell into place like puzzle pieces, creating this beautiful display of scenic words.
Our Wedding - A Stephen Strange/Doctor Strange x Reader Oneshot
My and Stephen's story goes way back. It all started with a blind hatred for each other, which eventually turned out to be utter adoration. Life without Stephen wasn't life worth living for me.
After a while, he saw the same thing in me as I saw in him and he asked me out on a date. One date turned to two, which turned to four, and before we knew it, we were going strong with a hundred dates in our pocket. That's when he decided to pop the question.
I had no idea he was going to do it, because he once told me that he wasn't interested in marriage. My mind was changing, thinking a wedding wasn't in the cards for me. Who would want a wedding when it isn't with the one you love?
One day, I was just teaching the kindergarten class about mathematics when all the other kids entered with a single rose in their hands. My own class pulled out their own roses and handed them to me. It was enough for a full lifetime.
And that's when he entered.
He had the biggest grin on his face as he held a box in his hand and fell to one knee in front of me. And he asked the question. He was enough to throw out his own belief out of the window to be with me. That's when I knew he was it for me. And now?
Now it's finally time for the first chapter of our shared story.
Our wedding.
-
I was busy cooking some breakfast downstairs when I heard Stephen's footsteps. He was wearing some worn jogging pants and barefoot, he entered the kitchen and wrapped his arms around me.
He hummed as he dropped his chin onto my shoulder.
''That smells amazing, sweetheart.''
''Thank you,'' I turned around to give him a kiss before returning to our breakfast, ''thought you were hungry. You forgot to eat yesterday night.''
He frowned.
He always used to ask how I knew these kind of things. But I just knew. When it was about Stephen Strange, I knew a lot.
Placing his food on a plate, I served him the meal and sat down beside him with my own. We were just spending our time together, laughing at memories that came to mind and cries of laughter when we remembered one of our many blunders.
Noon came way too quick, but we were going to see each other again.
At the altar.
-
My friend Sophie, and also one of my teacher colleagues, helped me into my dress and did my hair and makeup. I stared at the reflection in the vanity mirror and couldn't believe my eyes. Never, ever did I look this beautiful in my life before.
I hoped I wouldn't disappoint Stephen.
''Stop being so insecure,'' Sophie almost read my mind as she pinned back a strand, a gentle smile on her face, ''it's just the jitters talking. Pay no mind to them.''
''How do people deal with jitters? I just keep wondering,'' I bit back the tears that were stinging my eyes, ''if he really wants to marry me.''
Sophie stopped dead in her tracks and turned me around, so I was face to face with her without a mirror between us.
''What do you mean?''
''I mean,'' I started pacing back and forth out of panic and insecurities, ''he once told me that he wasn't going to marry. Never, ever. So, why the sudden change of mind?''
My friend softened. She waited patiently until I stopped pacing out of curiosity for her reply.
Her hand grabbed a hold of mine, ''Maybe because he loves you. Now, the main question we need to ask is, do you love him?''
''More than myself.'' I spoke bluntly without hesitation. There was no doubt in my mind about my own feelings for him. Sophie nodded and placed the veil on my head.
''That's what's important. Go get your man, love, it's time for you to shine.''
I couldn't help the smile on my face and embraced her before we both walked downstairs, in time for the moment where I would walk to the altar and would meet the man of my dreams.
-
We have been waiting half an hour for him and Sophie and Heather said he was nowhere to be seen.
I was worried that he left me behind at the altar, that he changed his mind last minute and didn't want me in his life anymore, but that wasn't him. The Stephen Strange I know wouldn't do that, ever.
Sophie returned and had worry etched on her face.
''Do you have any idea where he could be?''
I thought for a second when it came to mind. He mentioned this morning that he had some final business at the Sanctum. Maybe he's still there, lost track of time, and getting ready for this moment. I gathered my skirt in my hands and rushed onto the street.
Everyone I passed by, stared at me in curiosity to see a bride running in her heels.
A few streets further down I arrived at the Sanctum. Without a doubt, I opened the front door and took in the silence. But, I heard faint voices coming from the main room.
I walked over gently, trying not to disturb them with the clicking of my heels. Mostly because I wanted to know who it were.
I saw Stephen - all dressed in his tuxedo, which made my heart skip a beat - and a woman with red flowy hair in front of him. Her back was turned to me but I knew who it was.
Christine.
My heart broke a little.
Stephen promised I shouldn't have to worry about her, but what was he doing with her rather than being at the church for our wedding? Ours, not theirs.
I hid behind the corner and listened intently.
''-a mistake.''
''How can you come to me and talk that way about her?! I told you,'' Stephen lowered his voice, ''what we had was long over.''
Christine sighed and reached for him. I knew I couldn't blame him for her actions but he didn't even pull back. He just stared at her, intensely into her eyes.
I didn't even hear the sob that escaped.
But they heard.
Stephen met my eyes, but I was already out the Sanctum.
''Y/N!''
The streets were packed. Everyone still stared, but this time they saw someone different. They saw a heartbroken bride instead of a hopeful one.
I couldn't even turn around the corner when someone grabbed a hold of my wrist.
My head faced them as tears ruined my makeup.
''You lied to me.''
''I didn't, sweetheart,'' he took my face in his hands and wiped away the tears, ''I promise.''
''How can I marry you when you won't trust me? Maybe this was a mistake-''
''Don't you dare,'' he interrupted, shaking his head, ''don't you dare call everything we went through a mistake. I never second-guessed what we did, what we saw, what we lived through. Please, don't second-guess my love for you.''
''Your love for me?'' I chuckled, but there was no humor in it, ''You were just with your ex. The one you couldn't forget. Are you going to marry her?''
''Do you think if I was I would ask you? I want to marry you, Y/N, just you.''
Stephen grabbed both my hands and pressed kisses to them, playing with the proposal ring around my finger.
''Marry me, Y/N.'' He mumbled, almost inaudible, but I heard.
I took a deep breath and nodded.
''You better not run late ever again to talk to her.''
''I promise.''
Hand in hand we went to the church.
We did the ceremony. And before we knew it, I was finally Mrs. Strange.
''I now pronounce you,'' the priest smiled at the side of me and Stephen, ''husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.'' Stephen placed his hands on my cheeks and pressed his lips to mine.
He lingered there for a second and slowly pulled away. A smile covered my face when I saw that some of the excess of my pink lips transferred to his. Everyone around us cheered, and we finally had our first party as Mr. and Mrs. Strange.
