Hello! If you're still accepting requests, I'd want to ask for a fanfiction featuring Doctor Strange Supreme (What if?) with the reader saying, "I appreciate what you're trying to do, but you're just making this worse.” I don't really have a preference; you can write it however you wish, whether it be with fluff, angst, or even smut.
Thank you🙃
Summary: You're feeling a bit down, Stephen does his best to try and cheer you up. Pairing: Strange Supreme x Reader Warnings: Fluff Word Count: 411
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---------- "Stephen..."
An exasperated sigh leaves your lips as you watch in amusement at the scene playing out in front of you.
The two of you were standing in a vast field of grass, a door leading back to the sanctum standing not too far away. Another pink and white dairy cow winks into existence, and you do your best not to laugh, a hand coming up to cover your mouth.
"Stephen, honey," You say with a small snort. "I appreciate what you're trying to do, but you're just making this worse.” A lie, but maybe he wouldn't notice.
"I'm not the one who said they once thought strawberry milk came from strawberry cows." He replies, the grin that tugged at his cheeks causing the corner of his eyes to crinkle.
You open your mouth only to shut it with a huff, your cheeks tinting pink with embarrassment. "I was tired!" You huff, arms folding across your chest. "And besides, you can't tell me that you didn't once think of something like that when you were a kid."
Stephen let out a soft chuckle as he made his way over to you. Reaching out he cupped your cheeks, pouting when you turned your head to the side.
"Just because you can create it with magic, doesn't mean you should." You say with a quiet sigh, inevitably looking back up at him as he came to rest his forehead against yours.
"But it made you smile." He replies, his thumbs brushing softly against the corners of your lips. "And making you happy is the only thing that matters."
Your breath stills in your lungs, your stomach doing a small little flip. Your expression cracks and moisture gathers at the corner of your eyes. "Stephen..." With an exhale of his name you close the distance, your lips meeting his.
Wrapping his arms around you he teleports the two of you back to the privacy of the recreated sanctum.
When you finally noticed the change in scenery, you eased away with a tired sigh. You needed that, you really did.
Pressing a final kiss to your hair he says: "Come, I'll make you a cup of your favorite tea." Smiling down at you he hooks his arm in yours, his cape draping itself part way over your shoulders.
Sometimes it was hard adjusting to things in this dimension. It was hauntingly quiet, and on the worst days... you felt lonely.
But Stephen was there, and he always made sure to bring a smile to your face.
No matter the absurdity. No matter the cost.
As long as you had each other.
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